I was exhausted and slept until 5pm when I was awakened by a gentle kiss from Miss Annie. She took off my headphones and rocked my shoulder a bit. "Come on my sweet sleepy sissy, it's time to get you up and about. We have a fun evening planned for you baby girl". I rubbed the sleep from my eyes and saw Miss Annie's beautiful face looking down at me. "lets ge...
To avoid misconceptions: This is obviously a fetish fairy tale, not a realistic depiction of a loving BDSM relationship based on SSC principles. If you're uncomfortable with stories featuring outré fetishes like permanent bondage, piercings and slavery, I'd suggest to skip this tale. * By now, her appearance matched her mental image of the perfect slave gi...
The origins of the magic marker are unknown, only that tales of it's exploits have been told for centuries, a magical artifact that can change both mind and flesh with a stroke. Earliest reports of the artifact state that it had been a quill once before slowly adapting to the writing instruments of the twenty-first century. It is said that the marker has alm...
Last year my boyfriend Peter and I were invited to a Halloween party. We discussed several costume ideas and finally agreed to go as cowboy and cowgirl. I was busy the next days so Peter wanted to organize our costumes. The afternoon before the party I met Peter to see my outfit. When I asked him for my cowgirl costume, he told me that he will be the cowboy...
She'd seen him on daddy's job site twelve years ago. Daddy had brought her on a business trip to New York. The boy was digging a small ditch with his Super Man action figure's head and paid no mind to her. Now Ginny lived in New York. She looked with one eye frantically into her locker mirror and the other eye coolly at his approaching figure. It was him aga...
Phil had no idea what was in store for him when Steph took him, fully sissified, to Fitz's tattoo parlour. Amanda was there, waiting. Phil was shown to the back of the shop. Steph told him to take his trousers off so Amanda could get to his dicklet. She unlocked his cage. While he was distracted Amanda gathered the things she would need for his next piercin...
I had expressed to my Dom my desire to be pierced. I had told him that I love the way it makes me feel. We agreed that I was to have my wrists pierced with dermal clamps, and they would be my day cuffs, since I could not wear my leather cuffs out in public. These would serve as a permanent reminder that I was a slave, owned by him. A sub could not ask for mo...
His wrists were lashed to the top corners of the bed, the Velcro straps firmly anchored tight, leaving him no room to wiggle. His ankles were likewise pulled against the bed frame, leaving a small indentation in his flesh. It would leave a mark, but one that would disappear in a few hours. Other marks from tonight would prove more permanent. He rocked his a...
25th May Slut gets the point School sort of ended in May. The year 13s were given two weeks off before our A-levels to revise. I was a diligent student and intended to use my time productively. On the last day, it was traditional for the six-formers to abandon their business suits and dress up as school children for the last day pub crawl. As an undercover...
This story is a graphic tale of a Dom and his very submissive transgendered males. If you are offended by tales of BDSM and sex between consenting adults then read no further ......... other wise enjoy It is best if read with previous chapters. Feel free to leave honest comments or suggestions, it really does encourage those of us who write to continue......