Dear readers this is my first story and I hope you enjoy it. Your comments and suggests will be most helpful. I am planning on continuing the story if the feedback is positive. This story is based in part on facts and part on fiction. I will leave it to the reader to decide which is which. ***** We had just finished dinner and I was in the den getting rea...
I must thank you for the good times we had when I returned to Wellington. I have always liked masquerade parties; wearing a mask brings out the wild side in people, including me. I also liked your Roman theme, because fixing up a toga is not much effort and there is great latitude if you want to use your imagination. I am not sure I expected to find an abso...
It was two weeks later when Jean returned, it had been arranged that she would get there a couple of hours before Jill came home, to prepare him. He wasn't sure what to expect and he felt a mixture of excitement and anticipation. He followed her into the bathroom where she stripped him naked and shaved his entire body. He loved the smooth feel of his skin, e...
I awoke at 6:00 A.M. and set about preparing for my sissy's surprise. I opened the door to see him there on the bed, his ankles and wrists still cuffed to the four corners of the bed. His head was still encased in the bondage hood and he lifted it as I shut the door and approached the bed. "I trust my sissy slept well," I cooed as I began to release him fr...
About a week passed since Ashley discovered my little panty fetish which was followed by our shopping trip. I was wearing panties daily and had found a couple bras that didn't show through my dress shirt at work. I started to grow quite used to, and fond of, wearing bra and panties everyday and mentioned as much to Ashley. "I thought you would," she smiled...
Let me remind you how you came to be in this situation before you refuse. I've been bi-sexual since I was old enough to have noticed how horny women made me. From the moment I noticed, I was unstoppable. My dominant personality seemed to bring me more girlfriends than I could really use. But I always thought the only thing better than a submissive girl is a...
This happened a few years ago, but I fondly remember the day. I'd been cross-dressing for years and had yet to meet someone that was a dominant type. Mostly I met men that only wanted me to get a room, tell them the number and they would stop by and I'd blow them. I passed on that. I met TV/CD's. This was more fun, as we modeled for each other, but every one...
On my knees on the vinyl floor, the metal choke chain around my neck, one end of the chain under the pointed toe of her fuck-me heels, keeping me bent over so that my pantied ass is sticking up into the air. The sound of her crop slapping against my silky undies punctuating the mean things she says to me in a bored voice. "Real men don't wear girly panties...
"I am so proud of you, Tom," Ms Jensen said warmly, approaching me and taking my hands in hers, "It will help you so much to accept this about yourself, Tom. We will help you turn the fantasy of being a sissy into the reality of sissy life. Ms. Panington will be pleased with this progress, and I am quite sure that Kelli will be pleased as well. Let's get you...
The catalyst for the paradigm shift in the relationship with my wife of twenty years was something that happened at the beginning of December - though, truth be told (as you'll see), there were several other naughty escapades throughout the autumn that really should have awoken me to the realisation that Carla was becoming the dominant one in our relationshi...