Chapter 1 --------- A young looking and slight 18-year-old boy sits outside the Headmistress's room, obviously feeling anxious. His legs kick back and forth under the chair and he keeps looking up at the door. His uniform looks unkempt, like he has just thrown it on after Games. After some long, countless minutes elapse, he hears a loud, slow "Come!" from...
Chapter Eight: Moving on to my life at 'The Agency' Some Interesting New Things. It's 5:00pm sharp, we all must be present and ready to enter the eating area. As we all enter a small but purposeful eating area for us sissy girls, we first get a tray and a plate and mug or glass. The sissy maids who prepared our basic dinner have the food out for us. Today i...
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...
Authors note- this story includes non-consensual, rough, and coerced sex. As well as straight and bi-sexual sex, crossdressing, and humiliation. ********** Wendy wore the shortest skirt she owned. A blue, pleated thing that stopped a few inches short of her knees. Underneath she wore red lace panties Ian had bought her for valentines a couple years ago, an...
Chapter 22 Marcy woke up with a loud groan. Sleep had not come easy last night with how horny she had been, the fact that her butt had remained filled up, her sore throat and that chastity cage that seemed to hurt a lot more than it used to. On top of the difficulties falling asleep she was now woken up way too early. She had to since she was supposed to st...
Author's note: This is a story of a loving, married couple who wanted to expand their boundaries. It involves crossdressing, gender play and their foray into dominance and submission. If these are not topics you are interested in, then please move along. Hopefully you've read the previous chapters to understand the nuances of this storyline. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~...
My sister, Sharon caught me naked, shaving my legs in the family bathroom. 'I thought you where in Court all afternoon.' I cried dropping the razor in surprise. My sister dressed in her smart black skirt, white blouse and black fitted jacket raised an arched eyebrow patronisingly. 'Obviously so, brother dear but my case finished early. I wasn't required f...
Readers: I am a wife worshipper. This is how I choose to live my life as a husband. ... This morning I woke up early and walked naked downstairs to the dressing room. There as always were the garments my Wife had laid out for me in a perfect order. The panties were pink with small white polka dots and there was a matching chemise. To the right were white s...
This is the eighth and final chapter of my wife's fulfillment of the punishment poem offering humiliating punishments to atone for my inability to control my orgasm. Please read the earlier chapters for the full poem and the humiliations I have been forced to endure because of my failure. I adore and cherish my beautiful wife. She not only tells me how much...
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...