This is a 3rd person fiction story about my fantasies of being a Pantysissy. All characters in this story are made up, and are all over the ages of 18. To better follow this story read The Pantysissy Diaries Chapter 1 before reading chapter 2. *** The Amtrak train Jaymie was onboard with his new Mistress, Sydney had just pulled into NYC. Jaymie had to get...
NOTE: This is a work of fiction. The characters appearing in this series are consenting adults over the age of 18. Any reference to past experiences by any character appearing in this story are intended to define that character. * It was almost 3 when I woke up in my roommate's double bed. Sunlight streamed between the broken slats of his plastic blinds...
Mistress Viv wondered around the bed, filled with the most feminine and sissy items from my wardrobe. Her fingers stroking and examining various items in turn. The first things she picked up were some nylon panties. They were one of my earlier eBay purchases. A double layer of nylon ensured they always gave that nylon sliding on nylon feel even when worn on...
Dressed head to twinkle toes in beautiful baby pink, Sissy Susie nervously waits for her friend to arrive and the most humiliating weekend of her life to begin. She winces as her teeny clitty squirms in its pink prison, a chastity cage that's been on for four frustrating weeks. Her cage is safely tucked away in her pink ruffly panties, covered in sweet littl...
It started off with little things, small suggestions, that quickly snowballed into perversion. My wife Carla, who for the first decade of our marriage displayed little interest in kinky sex games became a hot wife virtually overnight with total control over me... Carla is 44, has a very curvaceous ass, 34DD tits, and works as a doctor at the local hospital....
Switching from "you" to "she" for effect. She moved from the vanity chair to the bed. I've covered the bed with pillows and the room is lit with candles. "You're such a good little girl, now go get us a bottle of wine," she is lovely on the bed. I'm standing at the bedside and your mouth is irresistible and I bend at the waste to kiss you. Softly we kiss a...
This story will likely be most enjoyable if it is read after reading The Domme Club and one or two other stories in the series (for background of Tom and Monica's relationship and how Tom has previously been humiliated in front of the Domme Club.) Respectful comments are appreciated. ***** Mistress Monica left Tom the standard list of chores to do while s...
I knew my parents hadn't been getting along at all well recently and I had even begun to fear that they may some day be getting a divorce, but still the discovery that my father could be having an affair came as both a shock and something really quite distressing. It was the first time I had to confront the truth that my parents' split was a very real possib...
Several days ago, there was an e-mail in my inbox. It was of course from my Domina, Katarina, because the e-mail account is for her exclusive use, when she wishes to communicate with me. Because I am her sissy slut, and from time to time she finds ways for me to prove my usefulness to her. The e-mail read: "Hello, sissy slut, I have decided I wish to go...
I hate bars, especially being alone in one. So, I make the best of being stood up. I pretend like I meant to be here, all dressed up, in a slinky, off the shoulder red dress, by myself. I migrate from the bar to an open booth, so I can people watch more easily. As I walk, I have to tug my dress down my thighs as it tries to ride up. Nothing is ever quite lo...