(Intro) This is the continuation in the life of Dale Horn and the never ending saga of both his pleasure-- and his plight while living in this new world of sexuality and discovery brought about through the hands of his caring, supportive Mother and as well, his long lost love Patti... Where we left off -and with every ones encouragement our Dale saw himself...
This is a 3rd person fiction story about my fantasies of being a Pantysissy. All characters in this story are made up, and are all over the ages of 18. To better follow this story read The Pantysissy Diaries Chapters 1 and 2 before reading chapter 3. ***** It was nighttime in NYC, and Jaymie and her 6 Mistresses had just left their apartment to head to Vic...
Howard Bryce went to the locker room five minutes before the whistle blew. He was in a hurry, hoping to beat his colleagues so he could change into his street clothes unobserved, and protect his secret. He power walked through the factory, taking an unauthorized shortcut between two processing machines (an act that would get him suspended for three days w...
Reflections after Mystic: On the scenic drive back home from a fall getaway vacation with my lovely wife, I pondered quietly how the excursion would be remembered as a first of a kind. I had begun the trip with the expectation of a quick and routine spanking followed the next day by an epic sex experience. Three days later, however, I emerged having not onl...
We walked up the driveway, silently, the nervous excitement palpable in the air and in us. I gave Lily a once over, she looked incredible, dressed in a quaint top and shorts. Her long blond hair flowing down her back in loose curls, all the way to her ass. I stared at her bottom longingly. Darren had forbidden me to touch it, deeming it as his 'property'. O...
It had finally happened. To be honest, I shouldn't have been that surprised. But here I was, dressed in my favourite sissy school gurl outfit, heels on, lipstick, wig and chastity cage in place, bent over the kitchen bench, getting reamed to the hilt by an 11 inch dildo on the end of my own fucking machine. I had cum dripping down my thighs, moans and groans...
I'm a sissy. I used to be a femboi, then I was a crossdresser, and now I'm a sissy. The main difference between the crossdresser and sissy phases was the attitude; before I was a guy doing this for fun and to be admired, sexually – to confuse straight and gay boys alike. But now, as a sissy, I was devoted firstly to my master and love, Noah, and secondly to...
(Hello everyone, here is part 2 of the story requested by one of my readers.) Chapter 3 While Monroe was having breakfast the next morning Lena passed by on her way out wearing a white body con designer dress with a black belt at the waist, black sheer pantyhose, a pair of white patent leather heels, big rounded sunglasses and a wide floppy white hat with...
As I drove home from work, I could not stop thinking about how our lives as slave and slut had escalated so quickly. What felt like days ago, I was a powerful executive about to obtain my new and even more respected position, but instead I was driving home soaked in my colleagues urine as the new office demoralized submissive. My wife, who was the love of...
A fantasy written to my mistress.. Sissy kneels before you, her eyes down, waiting on your pleasure. Sissy is wearing frilly panties with a matching bra, thigh high black lace stockings encase my legs. The red dress barely covers her smooth bottom. The high heel shoes, locked on my ankles, crossed behind me. I can't speak because of the ball gag in my mouth...