While Chris relaxed and caught his breath, and while Natalie's assistants reviewed the shots from that first shoot, other people started to get the studio ready for the next shoot. A couple of the set designers rolled back a wall to reveal a whole other space, which looked amazingly like a men's locker room and toilet area, like what you would see at a typi...
Please do not read this story if fantasy is not your thing. This has scenes of outrageous levels of forced sissification, forced bi and gay scenes, watersports and general humiliation and degradation. It's just pure fantasy and includes some hypnosis. Some readers find these stories too full of fantasy, in which case please just don't read it. ***** It had...
Regular readers of this series may remember how I first asked Vanessa to let me watch her piss during our honeymoon. At first she had been embarrassed about doing this, but I told her that she mustn't be ashamed of anything to do with her body, and she soon grew comfortable with it. I pissed in front of her too, and sometimes got her to hold my dick as I did...
Lana sat in a small clearing in a forest next to the smoldering remains of a campfire. She realized that she was in a dream when she saw her clothes: thick iron armor, with a large sword, shield, and horned helmet. A voice invaded her thoughts, and thanks to dream logic she was suddenly certain of three things: she was called "The Shieldmaiden," who had lost...
Cammie Sandrith lie awake in the dark of the night listening. She heard the gurgling at last, long after she had started listening for it. It was late, after two in the morning, and she had woken almost instantly when someone closed the door to the bathroom just down the hall. From the sound of the footfalls on the linoleum, it was her son, Roger, back for t...
I've always been promiscuous. I adore men. I adore their cocks. I've opened my legs for more men than I can remember. Not that I'm keeping any kind of score, but I've been fucked by plenty. Slut is a name I've been called in the past. I love the sound of that word. I love the way I can roll it around my tongue, just like I roll a big cock-head around my tong...
Chase wiped the sweat from his brow. Damn, but it was hot in this attic! He had promised to help his neighbor, Mrs. Gumshot, clean out her attic in exchange for her late husband's jazz albums. Mr. Gumshot had been a bandleader and had a massive collection of old jazz hits. Mrs. Gumshot did not offer to help. Looking out the attic screen, Chase could see her...
-1- I awoke with a start. I was alone in bed. I'm not usually disoriented when I wake up, but after a night of frequent sex and bathroom pee games, I wasn't my fully rested self. But where was Annette? And I had to piss—badly. The usual piss hard-on was evident. As I walked out of my bedroom to the bathroom, I heard noises in my kitchen. Curious, I decide...
Astrid sat against the wall. It was freezing. She'd have to find somewhere a bit more sheltered to spend the night, but for now, she just needed to sit down. This time 4 months ago had been so different. She'd lived in a nice house and wanted for nothing, partied every night and had plenty of friends. But a few months earlier her investment banker father al...
There I was, gawking at girls who were desperate to pee, trying so hard not to wet themselves. I was in a club, with an excellent view of the line for the ladies' room. Aw, the fun of watching women who have broken the seal and are practically bursting. I got hard just thinking about it. I didn't even see her approach, but I felt a tap on my shoulder. I tur...