I was walking in a field, the cool grass crushed softly between my toes, the sun warm on my skin, the smells of spring were in the air and every deep breath I took filled my lungs with the promise of a fresh start and new hope. The sky was a flawless blue and looked clear enough to take a swim in. Everywhere I turned, all I could see was endless rows of roll...
Chapter Three: My Saturday Meeting with Kerri. Well another busy but fun week for myself as Mistress Chantel begins to wrap up. It's a bright, sunny Saturday morning about 7:30am. My typical femme routine is to shower, dry off, moisturize with fragrant, moisturizing cream then to shave my face. Luckily for me in recent months I have begun to use a beard ret...
BE CAREFUL WHAT YOU WISH FOR. He remembered that later, much later but by then it was too late. By then every semblance of masculinity had been totally stripped away from him. He was no longer master in his own home. How could he have been so foolish? Had there been a part of him that hoped she would find out? He had been so careful, smug even. Why shouldn...
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...
Fisher climbed the stairs slowly, wary of the quiet that hung over the upstairs. As he hit the landing a soft moan emanated from the bedroom and his heart raced as he entered the doorway. There, framed in the soft light of the bedroom lamps, was Sophie kissing another woman. Her crisp white shirt was unbuttoned, exposing the top of her supple breasts, and gi...
My white frilly lace panties delicately pulled down passed my stocking tops, so as to not crimp the lace, dangle from my ankles. The twelve inch small chain that holds my ankles and the thin steel cuffs locked to it rests on the carpeted floor, the panties rest on top of it and cover the tops of my 3" spike heel pumps. My small but erect penis exposed in fro...
It was an unseasonably warm and sunny February day and so I didn't feel cold even though my legs were only covered by my black seamed stockings. Taking the keys out of my purse, I walked up the snowy steps to his house and let myself in. It was a lovely house, decorated with sports memorabilia and photos of him in faraway countries on his aid trips. He was a...
Prince Oliver skipped through the castle garden. He loved the green and the flowers. He was nineteen and yet to be married. In truth his parents had coddled him as a boy. He knew his numbers and letters. He knew how to run a castle and a kingdom. On paper anyway. But he would never be a warlord. Never be a brave leader of men on the battlefield. His gold...
My thanks go to Cherysse St. Claire, who was so nice and edited my story! Without her my story wouldn't be as good as it is now! Dear Readers I hope you enjoy the ride! When they finally ended their embrace, I minced towards my wife and Mommy Adriana, head bowed, avoiding their eyes. I held out the tray and waited for Andrea to take her breakfast. "Greta,...
Chapter Two: Onto Her Training and Breaking Down. The feeling of fear and dread falls over Chantel as she sits on the flimsy bed in what is for now her prison cell. Totally alone and isolated except for the fact that Mitch and Nate Burrows will lord over her as they orientate, train and ultimately break Chantel from a fantasy sissy to what will be a living...