Daddy rings my doorbell. I was waiting impatiently for him, dressed appropriately...today is a special day...today I promise daddy to marry his cock. I am dressed in a silky white wedding dress. Very short and tight, with shiny beads and pearls, along with a veil covering my face, and long white silky gloves. Daddy will also notice my silky white stockings...
Sasha had me strip down while she cleaned me up. I was then told to put on a shorty nightgown. I was then taken to a bedroom and allowed to rest. I was exhausted. We had been at it for seven hours. I was awoken at mid-night by Sasha and dressed as before with fresh makeup applied to my face and hair re-arranged. "We have company and you are the entertai...
The Wedding (Patti Cake part 3) Chapter 9 – Coerced, Consumed and Consummated... After wrestling my Uncle John out of his suit and laying him out on his back, I knew his passed-out routine was all a farce as he looked to me winking with a smile before going back into his pretend-coma... Faking it in front of Patti and no doubt doing so in the want of stay...
The next morning, Becky and I walked into the jewelry store a few minutes after it had opened. The older man who owned the store looked at us with a funny expression on his face. We approached him hand-in-hand. Becky, with her Hispanic heritage, was wearing jeans, a white blouse that draped over her giant breasts in the most alluring manner, and white cross...
Here I was, in full sissy regalia, desperately sucking Alex's semen out of my fiancée's pussy trying to prevent her from becoming pregnant and avoiding becoming the nanny to a little half-black baby. This wasn't quite what I had in mind when I answered the dominatrix ad in the newspaper. I thought maybe a spanking, some groveling, a little pussy worshipping...
If you have the time you can e-mail me and tell me what you thought. * * * * * Today was the day that I was going to marry Sandra. I was standing in front of a mirror in our apartment in my black and white suit. I made some final adjustments to my appearance and now I was ready to get going to the church. Sandra had already been at the church for about an...
Dear Friends, A MESSAGE FIRST. I am submitting a further chapter in the series The Virgin Tranny and the Bride. However I am concerned that I may be doing something wrong at this stage which is preventing these articles from registering in the Top 500 chart despite a number of votes and a high rating. Perhaps it is me, or perhaps there is a technical probl...
Chapter 16 Monday morning I was told to wear my red panties, bra and ribbon; my white collar, bracelets and heels and a red sleeveless dress. Sheila and Jenny ate breakfast, got dressed and loaded me in the car. They dropped me off in front of the beauty parlor and Jenny said. "If Hilda finishes today. You should give her a tip." I went inside with that d...
Note: This story is the seventieth installment in a series entitled "Sandra and Stevie". If you have not read the previous sixty-nine episodes of this series, I encourage you do so before beginning this chapter. This is a dominant wife humiliates submissive husband story. That is the kind of story I write. If you do not enjoy these types of stories, I stron...
Author's note: The saga of Mistress-in-Training Marie and her sissy Charles has reached the point of their marriage. After the ceremony, Marie achieves her ambition and becomes a hotwife, making Charles a cuckold in the process As in all my fictional stories, all characters are over the age of eighteen, and all sexual practices described are performed conse...