I wake up in a small strange concrete room, still wearing the pink latex that Master Brent bought for me but this time without the hood or the gag. I look down and see masters foot on the concrete floor tapping. As I look further up I see his tall muscular body dressed in tight leather and the big smirk on his face as he says "well looks like our little bitc...
'You are invited to interview. The Narrows, 7pm, do not be late. -Master Green and Mistress White' It didn't say how I should dress. It didn't tell me how I'd know who they were. They'd seen some pictures of me, sure, but I'd always blurred out my face. I sat on my bed staring at the screen in indecision watching the clock tick towards five. Should I go e...
You're invited to Dublin, Ireland with 10 other lads from your village. It's planned as a weekend of copious quantities of drink (Guinness), fast food (beef burgers and chips) and cultural interest (Girls). You fly from Southampton and costs are kept to a minimum. Aiden, The only Irish born lad in the group fails to show – selfishly this is good news, as unl...
*Before... I get cleaned up and instead a drink I have a big mug of coffee and a long, long shower. Thinking on all of it a lot. Then I check my bank accounts twice online. I go outside after slipping into sweats and walk around my house and the yard and the garage, the big barn one out back. It's my second house here actually with Roxanne getting the f...
2 – Hurry Background/update In my last story, my new subject Muffin and I had our first live session. He is slightly heavyset, 36 years old, about 5' 7" and 160 pounds. He is quite submissive and seems to be aroused by a number of fetishes, but he professes to be most interested in being gradually transformed into a sissy maid and forced to serve in variou...
Three Fool me once shame on me, fool you twice...? I awoke in the early dawn. The sun yet to broach the horizon, but casting its rosy glow high into the cloud speckled sky. Sissy was lying across me; her head nestled into my shoulder, her arm curled around my neck, her hips across mine and her foot wedged twixt my knees. I reached over and smoothed her...
I'd forgotten my damn key again. And my wife was taking forever to answer the door. What was she doing in there? I was mildly irritated by the time she finally opened up, but before my lips could even form the words to some smart-assed remark about how long I'd been standing there, my senses were overloaded with the sight before me. I gave her a once ove...
Writer's note: The following story is 100% true THE DRIVE The drive to Austin was 8 hours in good weather. Today it had been raining, and it was going to be 11 hours in the car, by arrival time. I was acutely aware of how long the car ride had been so far, for several reasons. The biggest of which was the overly-tight pair of pink sissy panties, curren...
As I mentioned in the previous chapters, this story is a collaborative effort between me and Rebeccsm. She has provided the art, and a lot of the plot, god I love how her mind works, and me for the text. Please let us know how you feel about our efforts. Comments and votes are welcome. It is the only way we will know if you like our work. I would like to th...
It has been over a month since the night I crossdressed and got fucked by Anthony, a large black man with a massive cock. Vikki and I have gone back to our normal sex routine. The rules of wearing my collar and panties are still there, but she hasn't used a strap on or any toys in my ass for the first two weeks. I guess she wanted to make sure I recovered ni...