I must thank you for the good times we had when I returned to Wellington. I have always liked masquerade parties; wearing a mask brings out the wild side in people, including me. I also liked your Roman theme, because fixing up a toga is not much effort and there is great latitude if you want to use your imagination. I am not sure I expected to find an abso...
(Every character in this story is 18+) You step off the boat last. You see all of your competition. Most of the chicks looked pretty damn hot. Especially the cool goth chick. The guys mostly seem like idiots besides a tough-looking dude with green hair and piercings. You walk on the dock seeing the poor condition of the island for the first time. You didn't...
As his WhatsApp call rang to the contact simply named Master, Pete had no idea what faced him. His senses were full of Marks cum, the distinctive metallic taste, it's manly musky aroma were overwhelming for him. He was still high from the poppers and thought he should just sit for a few minutes to recover a little, although the nearly full bottle of poppers...
Taryn told me to sit down, which I did with difficulty as I was only just getting used to breathing with the corset on. She knelt down in front of me, but this time it had no hint of submission. She was plainly completely in charge of me at this moment. She took the first shoe off, and prepared the first stocking, rolling it over her thumbs. I put my foot o...
Part 13 Vegas Arrival We quickly departed the plane and as expected, Master had a limousine waiting for all of us. Getting into the limo, Master asked his slut / my wife loudly enough for all of us to hear, "Is that stretched out pussy already tender and sore?" My wife immediately responded that it was hoping that Master might express some niceties or co...
Back at home that night I kept thinking of what had transpired that morning with Master Gene while still wearing my cum stained panties as Master had told me I could only remove them to shower. Otherwise the pink thong panties that had been soaked in cum would remain on at all times until I was told I could switch to other panties of mine. Was this a sign Ma...
Chapter Thirteen: Work, Work, Work, Around the House, At the Adult Store and as a Slut at Night. Monday, morning and back to my sissy maid services. Promptly I wake up at 7:30am. As per usual my morning routine of an enema, showering and dressing. Today I did have to reapply depilatory cream to keep my body smooth and hairless. It takes an extra 10 minutes...
Authors note- this story includes non-consensual, rough, and coerced sex. As well as straight and bi-sexual sex, crossdressing, and humiliation. ********** Wendy wore the shortest skirt she owned. A blue, pleated thing that stopped a few inches short of her knees. Underneath she wore red lace panties Ian had bought her for valentines a couple years ago, an...
I slowly rolled over to allow my wife access to my bare bottom. I was still in shock, my mind reeling from what she had just confessed to me. This was no mind game. I had the proof-positive taste still lingering in my mouth. Smack. Suddenly the sound and sting of the cane against my skin brought me back to reality. It hurt like hell! I didn't cry out but I...
Chapter Eleven: People Moving into New Roles and More. Chantel has made her way back to her club dorm room, enjoying the corrective measures of being a Domme over Biff and Marty. She is certain they will be much more mature and even though they still hold powers over the sissy girls like all other male minder/staff, they will better respect what these sissy...