Or maybe a dance fully dressed and made up for ballet. Stretched and rehearsed to dance any male pride away. This is the fifth chapter of my wife's execution of the punishment poem I submitted to her suggesting ways to atone for my inability to control my orgasm. Please read the earlier chapters for the full poem and the humiliations I have been forced to e...
You're hopelessly under her spell, captivated by her beauty, your little cocks been taken over. With no mind of your own you long to be put in her knickers and be her girl. Beg dog beg! She's got you by a psychological lead attached to your balls and is leading you to whatever and wherever she desires. 'Please, please!' you plead. 'Emasculate me.' Sound fa...
This is the third chapter in the story of my submission to my wife for punishment for failure to control my orgasm. My full offer of punishment for my transgression is fully set out in the first chapter for your reference. Each part of this story is true and is told as it actually occurred. As with the previous chapters, my wife told me to let the readers kn...
I remember she made me try the Sissy Peni-Pacifier in the store. It was a humiliating day outing, meant as "my" Christmas gift. Dressed up in a tiny bright red sexy elf costume with marabou trim around the edges that ended at my sissy clit, black fishnet stockings and 4" black heels, with a ridiculously large shiny red bow in my hair, surrounded by mirrors a...
The saga continues in Part 3 of The Suitcase, where Georgina gets some body mods and her Daddy reveals the more sinister plot. Keep reading if you want to find out where our sissy will go next. Enjoy! ***** It was like I was dreaming. My tall, hunky Daddy was leading me down the stairs to a sex dungeon which was packed with toys, while behind me was anot...
Dressed head to twinkle toes in beautiful baby pink, Sissy Susie nervously waits for her friend to arrive and the most humiliating weekend of her life to begin. She winces as her teeny clitty squirms in its pink prison, a chastity cage that's been on for four frustrating weeks. Her cage is safely tucked away in her pink ruffly panties, covered in sweet littl...
The night was beautiful as only spring nights can be when winter loosens its harsh hold and the soft winds blown and flowers grow. "Damn, I'm a poet and I didn't know it," laughed Sissy Littleton the Editor of the Littlestown News, as she sat at her computer trying to come up with a short story as filler for the Sunday Magazine. She had to be done by tomor...
Prolog I have always had the desire to dress like a girl. It started at a young age when my mother used to have me try on dresses to "see if they would fit my cousin." As I got older I still had the desire and it got strong enough that I started going out in public in college. I was lucky enough to meet and marry a woman who was accepting of my "hobby". Liz...
"Hi sexy," he grinned impishly out at her, blinking his eyes to adjust them to the bright sun, as he opened the front door to greet her. "Is Dora...?" She began and then did a double take: "What do you look like, Marcus?" "Don't you love the ice blue?" Lindsey looked the young man up and down and, smiled, despite the initial shock. He was wearing a pale...
Mr Berne watched with satisfaction as the sissy paraded in the post room. Sissy walked gracefully in high heels. His ballet training made it easy. He knew how to walk like a woman. He had practiced, and he could walk with a book balanced on his head. It gave him poise, and the high heels gave elegance to his calves. The skirt was short enough to look slutty,...