Hi I'm Ken. Well I was, now I'm called Brenda. Here's a bit of my story for you. I hope you don't make the same mistakes I did. Because until I got caught misbehaving by my mistress, life was pretty good. At 38, I had a great job as an office manager in charge of 25 or so employees, mostly women, a really good salary, a nice office and plenty of job securit...
Present day: We arrived at the 'Sissy Salon' which was a covert sex club for downlow gay wealthy men and lesbians. As his agent and pimp I collected all his performance fees. I walked into the 'Sissy Salon' to make sure that everything was in place so my sissy husband could perform. Then I went to his dressing room to make sure everything I requested for me...
Several days ago, there was an e-mail in my inbox. It was of course from my Domina, Katarina, because the e-mail account is for her exclusive use, when she wishes to communicate with me. Because I am her sissy slut, and from time to time she finds ways for me to prove my usefulness to her. The e-mail read: "Hello, sissy slut, I have decided I wish to go...
Authors note: This story is an immediate sequel to my first story "Carol's Christmas". The events of this story deal with the younger man named Marcus who Mrs. Carson initiated into the mysteries of sex and submission in "Carol's Christmas". * Marcus was sweating bullets as he rang the door. He burned for Mrs. Carson...Mistress Carol...and needed to be wi...
This is the second part of the Ms. Alexandria series. I believe it will stand alone, but will make more sense if you read the first part of the story, "Ms. Alexandria: The Interview." * Ms. Alexandria: The Second Interview -- A day out. Part 1 I get home from the interview, feeling that it went very well. I am also extremely horny so I strip down to my li...
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...
I slept well that Sunday night which surprised me, though I guess I was probably exhausted. I woke up with my normal hard-on a bit before 5am, well it would have been a hard-on but for the cage. My penis was certainly trying. I never found it an uncomfortable feeling, just frustrating that there is no ending and I could not jerk off, and now who knew what wa...
The following is my re-creation of an event that happened a few years ago. I had been a sissy slave to Mistress Marie for over 2 decades during which I become a totally submissive slave to Her every desire. I think of Her often as She has passed now. While doing Self-Bondage activities shortly following Her passing my wild imagination conjures up the Mistres...
I got all dressed up. Put on my tight black one piece with a snap up crotch, a tiny transparent black skirt, a black g-string, thigh-high fishnets, six inch black open-toed heels, my black leather choker, big hoop earrings, blue eye-shadow with dark red lipstick to match my finger and toenail polish, and a large black plug. I'm five-eight, one hundred and fo...
Dear readers this is my first story and I hope you enjoy it. Your comments and suggests will be most helpful. I am planning on continuing the story if the feedback is positive. This story is based in part on facts and part on fiction. I will leave it to the reader to decide which is which. ***** We had just finished dinner and I was in the den getting rea...