At the end of the summer, I was lucky enough to have some playtime at the lake. I had been emailing and IM'ing back and forward with a girl that I had found on Craigslist. Craigslist is something of a lottery full of timewasters and scary people using many bogus identities, so it takes some time to filter out who really serious to get together and have fun,...
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...
Thank you for the positive feedback on the story. We are now moving on to the fantasy side of the story. The usual disclaimer applied. Everyone is (well!) above the age of consent. This story is about crossdressing. If that's not what you like how did you get to this page 😊 I hope you enjoy. * The Trap - Part 3 -- The trap is sprung. Paula lay sleeping...
The rest of the week flew by in a blur of pure bliss. I really settled into my new role as Luke's little sissy slave. I would wake him up each morning with a hot, passionate, sloppy blowjob and give him breakfast. After that we would shower together and I would wash Luke's whole body for him and Luke would give me a golden shower in return before letting me...
Well, our marriage just keeps getting better. My wife and I love that I'm submissive and that I was bi-curious. I say I was bi-curious, because my wife set me up to realize I am truly bisexual. After begging her to use me like a sissy slut with a strap on, she not only treated me like a slut with her strap on, she happily watched me with another man. She se...
I was released from the haven of my mistress' crotch and she stood by me in a central position, flexing her cane in readiness for my punishment as we watched the gimp's misery. The wickedly pencil-skirted headmistress that was Arabella, placed the black dish from earlier at her feet, and ordered the gimp down to it in full view of the eager crowd of women. A...
Further confident and severe looking women arrived, smiling and sneering at the gimp, and pointing at me contemptuously. My erection raged as I watched the superbly dominant Arabella stride positively toward the cellar door; her willing gimp, the once proud and dignified headmaster, on all fours with a tail swinging from his plug. The women laughed at him an...
You've always been kind of a nancy boy. A little afraid of women, and awkward. The attraction has always been strong though, especially to dominant women. It was always obvious that you were a little different, but things changed when you met her. She wasn't typical in any sense of the word, and you find out the hard way.What's next? Annabel Lee, 6'1&q...
**Chapter 1. Growing up Oh my where to begin, I imagine it is best to start at the beginning (or as close to it as I can remember). I grew up in a relatively medium sized east coast city living what some may call a normal life with two sisters and both my parents. Growing up I was always into sports and when I entered middle school I had begun to focus on b...
Edited by g1dnshwrgr1 (many thanks!) I boarded the plan and was taking my seat when I noticed the most mature of the three stewardesses. She was beautiful with a classic flair; her pencil skirt perfectly presented an hourglass waist, defined hips, and a round butt. The image of her shapely form flitted around the edge of my thoughts as I started answerin...