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...
For years, I would seek out a new sex partner every six months or so. However, over the last year, I have become insatiable for cock. My male sex drive leaves me wanting it all the time, and, as a sissy, I don't need an erection to have a good time anymore. I can be a sissy slut whenever the opportunity arrives. Last night I found a new group on a social n...
1. Becoming a lesbian sissy slut I was eighteen years old when I became a girl. Or rather: When I was turned into a submissive lesbian sissy slut by my High School teacher, Miss Johnstone. She was an imposing woman, in her late fifties, tall and with short cropped grey hair. She had piercing green eyes and a well-trained body that she kept in shape by regul...
After a long evening of studying, practicing, and of course grooming myself, I woke to a message from Mistress. The message read; Sissy Jolie, douche your pussy, bath yourself, and be ready to meet. Make sure you douche and your trainer is inserted. I'll be over around 11 and I expect you to be in matching bra, panties and your heels. Also, ensure your cocks...
Ralph and Jean moved through the early evening traffic in Ralph's Jaguar. "Where will we be doing the movie?" asked Jean. "The movie will be recorded at my condo," answered Ralph. "I have a room set-up just for making movies." "Will there be people in the room manning the cameras?" "Not to worry. No need for stage fright. There won't be anyone in the room...
Thanks Megan for the courage to comment. I like constructive criticism, and in addition, would love to be your toy! This chapter is dedicated to you! After returning to my house, I realized that our shopping trip did not accomplish what we set out to do, which was to get more panties for me to wear. So as not to disappoint Elaine, I dressed, the panties in...
I awoke slowly, enjoying the warmth and comfort of the bed and thick quilt. My mind was slowly trying to separate half remembered dreams from reality. Pink panties. A lacy bra. Viv's breasts. Excitement. Embarrassment. Suddenly my eyes were open as the catalogue of disjointed dream images slotted into the reality of the previous evening. Even as the memori...
Lloyd squirmed at the pole in a strange blend of discomfort and sexual euphoria, on an image flickering to life upon the screen before him, his mind fast reclaiming its lucidity from the waning drug. He fought with his own conscience as that lucidity only served to heighten his arousal, his boning cock betraying the undeniable pleasure that had been awoken b...
When I entered the room with their drinks on the tray I was carrying I thought I would be pleasing to my husband. I made sure that my skirt was properly adjusted the way he likes me to wear skirts in the house. He insists that my rear not be covered below my tight little hole, insists that he have instant access to it if he wants to use it for his pleasure....
It was dark when I finally exited the walk-in clinic. My first shock was the blast of night air that swept up under the short nurse's shift and chilled my thighs. How women managed to tolerate wearing skirts and dresses in winter was a mystery to me. The sheer white panty-hose felt utterly foreign against my skin and provided little insulation compared to th...