There I was, early Friday evening, standing on the front steps of my co-worker, Liam's house. As instructed, I brought with me a small overnight bag with the following items: a toothbrush, toothpaste, razor, shaving foam, and flip flops. I was nervous. I was not sure what was in store for me. But I had an idea. On Tuesday, Liam had called me into his off...
Sissygirl forever continued. Sara stood there laughing at me as Mistress explained how things would be for the near future. She told Miss Andrea that if I wished she could fill them in with the red right now if I wanted. But Mistress said no. She was looking forward to my rushing off to work at times forgetting to polish them. Or eating out with friends and...
Stuck in my office again. Tired, stressed, hungry, a little bored...I hate admin. Working as a doctor has its rewards. But the long hours and endless paper-work are not one of them. Hubby, though he's patient and understanding, is getting increasingly frustrated. It's affecting our intimacy - especially our sex life which is now frequently no more than once...
My New Life at Work...First Week Continues Part 6 I arrived home that evening (Monday) and felt exhausted by the roller coaster ride we had experienced over such a brief period of time. It brought me great comfort that Master must have some good intuition as allowing me to get home and be in my wife's arms, his slut's arms, tonight was truly needed. Also, o...
Chapter 1 --------- A young looking and slight 18-year-old boy sits outside the Headmistress's room, obviously feeling anxious. His legs kick back and forth under the chair and he keeps looking up at the door. His uniform looks unkempt, like he has just thrown it on after Games. After some long, countless minutes elapse, he hears a loud, slow "Come!" from...
My wife/Mistress, Heather and I had over the years developed a large repetoire of ways of playing together, with me, of course, always in a submissive role. One of our favorites was her as Mommy and me as her obedient little sissy boy. What a delightful combination of humiliation and safety it created in me. However, as frequently was the case, she had deci...
It was a Saturday afternoon when my submission to my wife began. Megan had gone to do some shopping at the local mall, and knowing her as I did, I knew I'd have at least three hours to surf the web. My favorite sites were those that dealt with the feminization and submission of men. With this in mind, as soon as I heard her car leave, I powered up my compute...
Re-tool your life. Re-tool yourself. Sick of not getting what you should? Sick to fucking hell of all these assholes getting with hot people they really don't deserve? Sick to hell of Liberals and Feminists making impossible to jump through hoops so that only the privileged people get to be happy? Sick of being a goddamned incel? Look we all know that...
After a hectic and traumatic weekend, it was Monday again, I was still in a state of shock after what had happened. I spent most of the day at my desk doing very little, and wondering if any of the loading bay crew had seen the photos of me kissing Drake's ass, but I thought they wouldn't recognize me, as I was fully made-up as a sissy in the picture, but I...
It started after a transvestite walked into the bar. Sounds like the start of a bad joke but it's not, we were in a party bar after work, me and my boss. My boss and I were having a drink after work; he was more than a little high. An obvious cross dressed man with several friends came in and sat at the bar. 'She' was very cutely dressed, stylish and sexy. M...