I had been fucked and i had loved it. I especially loved knowing that i had the female role instead of the male role, which was the normal one for me, historically. I loved being "beneath". I loved being the weaker of the two people. I loved being the repository instead of the one giving. I just loved the feelings of horniness and desire and need and then o...
Author's Note: This is a follow up to The Young Master series. You can start here if you aren't interested in Belle's misadventures as spoiled young man turned out by his own sissy slave and eventually enslaved by his step-father, but it does introduce a lot of characters you'll read about in this series. * I don't know how long I was under...days, weeks....
The layoffs were announced on Friday morning and by the afternoon, three of the men I had started work with a year ago were gone forever. I think they were all quite surprised that I was still on the payroll. It certainly didn't make sense. I mean, what had I done to distinguish myself from them? But then, my wife had the given me an inside rail on the compe...
No going back now. Mistress was going to be certain that there would be no turning back for me. Over the next few weeks she made certain that I used my hormone cream daily. No my breasts haven't started to grow yet but I could notice some slow down in hair growth. My male wardrobe seemed to be dwindling, with more camis, blouses, soft pullovers and ladies p...
The night was beautiful as only spring nights can be when winter loosens its harsh hold and the soft winds blown and flowers grow. "Damn, I'm a poet and I didn't know it," laughed Sissy Littleton the Editor of the Littlestown News, as she sat at her computer trying to come up with a short story as filler for the Sunday Magazine. She had to be done by tomor...
Author's note: This is a multi-part story about a young woman turning an older man into a compliant, sissified plaything. It is best understood if you read from the beginning. If that idea doesn't appeal to you, don't read the story. If you don't like this kind of story, but read it anyway, please don't bomb me. I warned you to go away. If you like the idea,...
As I served my wife Dominique a brandy in the living room, I noticed that she was looking me up and down with her famous wicked smile. After finishing washing the dinner dishes I returned to the living room to see if she desired another glass of brandy. Again, I noticed her looking me over. I worried that perhaps there was a run in my nylons or that my masca...
"But don't you find it just a tad bit strange?" Cliff Clayton asked his wife, Susan. Even though they were sitting knee to knee on rickety kitchen chairs, they barely could see each other through the decorated and lit pine branches. Two bushy Christmas trees, enveloping the room in a strong, eerily light, were positioned in the small living room, in opposite...
WARNING: The following story is for the entertainment of ADULTS ONLY, and contains descriptions of explicit sex. If you are not an adult, or reading sex stories upset you, or you are offended by subjects of a sexual nature - do not read any further! This story is for entertainment only. It contains adult oriented material. This is a work of fiction. The a...
If you are an adult, looking for some kinky fun, live in the San Francisco peninsula and would like to star in a re-enactment of one of my experiences, contact me. My experiences here show what I like to do. We can write our own scenario and then act it out. I'd love to help you make your fantasy a reality. Now for my latest adventure, I found a Classified...