Sissy Mincing Stories

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Seductress & Daemon: Sissy Pt. 02

by SeducedKnight on Sep 15, 2017
BDSM

********** A continuation of my initial story, the next morning... ~~~~~~~~~~ Zombe: a black rubber o-ring type bracelet worn locally, either on wrists or ankles (or both in my case, I have an oversized one that I wear as a necklace too). ********** I wake early the next morning, Seductress and the sissy are still asleep, the sissy and I are snuggled in...

Robin and Jimmy Olsen - Sissies Ch. 05

by tawnysuede on Sep 15, 2017
Celebrities & Fan Fiction

Jamie Olsen hated Mondays, because on Monday morning she had to go back to being boring Jimmy Olsen after having spent all of the weekend as Jamie! Sunday evening had been disappointing. As usual she had been out on her street corner on the stroll. Last night she had chosen to look extra trampy, wearing torn stockings, her five inch heels, and her black lea...

The Advice Columnist

by colonellunchmeat on Sep 16, 2017
Fetish

Dear Debbie: What is your opinion on your submissive's RIGHT to occasionally kiss your boobs? My husband is totally hot for my full, pink 36D melons, but since he became my slave,I gradually weaned him off of them. Part of the problem is, I'm not as attracted to Joel as I used to be, he's kind of chubby now, and having his hands groping me when he brushes...

Sissy Keven Jeanne Bardot

by nancyvasquez on Sep 14, 2017
Erotic Couplings

After Jinky and I had been married about a year, she began to make gay references about me being gay. When I'd get mad, she'd laugh and say, "I'm only joking!" I remember she always used to squeeze my breasts, which were quite prominent, and say, "Wow, sweetie, nice development!" And then she'd laugh. My feminine breasts had been a source of embarrassment f...

A Sissy Saga Ch. 20

by Snurge on Sep 15, 2017
Novels and Novellas

Mrs Boroclough lived alone, but her house was the biggest in Peasmarsh. It had tall windows with ornate guards, and a polished copper plate fixed on the wrought-iron gate engraved with her name - as if everyone for fifty miles around didn't know who she was. It was far too big for a widow-woman who's children had grown-up and departed, but she insisted that...

A Sissy Saga Ch. 22

by Snurge on Sep 15, 2017
Novels and Novellas

By mid-afternoon Open Day for many was adjudged over, but while prospective clients and the purely curious were encouraged to depart the most valued of Miriam Hancock's supporters were skilfully spirited away elsewhere for tea and cakes. While the men went to the gymnasium, the ladies were assembled in one of the classrooms on the second floor where the desk...

A Sissy Saga Ch. 01

by Snurge on Sep 13, 2017
Novels and Novellas

The schoolgirl is wearing a gymslip of such a dark shade of blue it appears almost black. She is bending forward and stretching across a small table that boasts a cover of purple chenille, resting the flattened palms of her hands on the hard surface and pressing one side of her flushed face between them. The back of her skirt as been folded up to her waist a...

A Sissy Saga Ch. 10

by Snurge on Sep 15, 2017
Novels and Novellas

"Disgusting!" exclaimed Miriam Hancock lightly as she examined the photographs Emma Twist handed her. It had taken Hardwick most of the day to produce the prints, but they were well worth waiting for. The headmistress went through them as if shuffling cards, and having glimpsed each one viewed them a second time, more slowly and with greater concentration. "...

Transforming Brent

by sissymissyct on Jul 9, 2019
Loving Wives

Katherine decides she wants to live with her lover Wendy. They come up with a plan to slowly change Wendy's husband, Brent, into their girly sissy maid full time. Will his resistance be broken? I put it in loving wives but it fits multiple categories. Will he will learn to love his new role in life? Yes, The narration switches between characters. If this bo...

How I went from Domme to Slut

by Ms_Allison on Dec 7, 2017
BDSM

There are times in your life you wonder how you ended up where you are and today was one of them for me. I'm sitting here in a long satin robe in a very un-ladylike position with a bag of frozen corn pressed between my ass cheeks. Why corn? Because it molds pretty well into the space where you most need it and I need it against my very sore ass. First let me...