by a kept sissy As directed, he was waiting for me when I returned home. Seeing him in blouse, skirt, stockings and heels, makeup perfectly done, manicured and painted nails (he does them every morning after his household chores, for the evening ahead), seeing his very sexy hair style, hint of nice perfume, it's hard to tell he's not a real woman. And the b...
Yes, you should be on your knees for this. Definitely. That's what you like isn't? To serve me? To submit? To be my little bitch? You look awful cute in that chemise, although it does keep falling down your left shoulder doesn't it? Too bad you don't have actual tits to hold it up. That's okay, we can pretend. I mean, I know you pretend all the time. But I...
Karen walked into the bedroom and Casey thought he would have a heart attack. He was reading a book in the corner chair and looked up at his lovely wife. She was wearing a pair of dark red, mid-wale corduroy jeans. Casey had a corduroy fetish, corduroy turned him on a lot. He'd purchased many pairs of corduroys for her over the years and she knew the red o...
PART 17: THE NIGHTMARE OF VEGAS WAS NOT OVER It had not been even 15 minutes when I heard the door to the suite open. I was expecting to hear lots of voices, but that was not the case. Seconds later, the light flipped on and Karen stood there with a devious smile. "The night is nowhere near finished slut," she said and immediately she ordered both of us t...
"This is my rented flat you know Michelle. It's not fair you being like this with me. I've always been good to you haven't I?" Peter says. He often seems to get into situations like this. He was never very good about sticking up for himself. Now his girlfriend is chucking him out just because she found him dressing up in her things. "I just don't want to l...
"Pleez...por favor...pretty pleez...fuck me..." I looked up at her with tears in my eyes, pleading to be penetrated. I didn't have to beg...nothing in the world would have stopped Lola from spraying her seed deep inside my ass...but I know it's what they wanted to hear. I regretted it immediately...well almost immediately...nothing can take away from the pur...
Author's Note: I took some inspiration for this next chapter from some of the comments, both public and private, that I had to the first chapter. In doing so, I've written about things (e.g. forced cross-dressing) that I've never personally experienced. Most of my writing is based on things that I've experienced and that I think I can relate. So, if I've mis...
It's ten minutes to nine in the morning and I stand outside the office, savouring a cigarette. With each eager gulp of smoke I remind myself not to smudge my scarlet lipstick. I have been punished for that before. The early morning breeze sends a shiver up my stocking clad legs and I glance over my shoulder to check my seams are straight. The chilly air run...
I'm nervous. I have never been in a porno movie before, but today this is going to change. One of my clients hired me to be a star of his private movie. My pimp, Joe brought me to the place where the shooting will happen, in an old factory building outside of the town. A staff member led me into the dressing room, and ordered me to put on the things I will...
When he replied to my ad online, Steven said he was an attractive, 30-something, successful white man who was willing to explore the wild side. When we met in person, I was more than a little bit disappointed. Attractive was a stretch of the imagination and I told him so right off the bat. He acted as if I'd said something to offend him and responded by sayi...