>> This is a part of a series including my story Legs in a Coffee Shop. That story came first, but they can be read in any order. Ah, bookstores. I love to read, the smell of books, and I really enjoy those big two-story bookstores that let you get lost among the stacks. I can spend hours in one of those stores just wandering the aisles looking for a los...
Miranda had just walked over to Chris who was tied down on the floor. She smiled as she had him right where she wanted him. "Chris don't go anywhere I got plans for you" Miranda moaned. "Boy these heels are killing me I hope you don't mind I have been in them all day and I just gotta slip them off" Miranda purred as she bent over in the tight skirt she had...
My mistress liked to play games with me. Let me rephrase that, she liked to make me play games for her. OK, one more try, she liked to TORMENT me and often used games that were heavily weighed against me to do it. On Tuesday she told me to be ready for a new game this weekend, and to take care of myself so as not to get sick. She had me take zinc pills to b...
This story was inspired by, what started as a true incident, but developed into a fantasy. It was written for my own benefit, a sort of catharsis of my inner turmoil, and frustration, and for my fellow aficionados who can understand and empathize with my feelings and desires. Also, for any ladies, (or gentlemen), who would care to share their feelings or hid...
The following is an email chain between two crossdresser's who enjoy wrestling. All persons depicted in this writing are well over 18 years old. ***** I wish i could have been there! I would love to see a few pics if u can share. I love pro style fantasy matches. I love all the holds, drama, trash talking and victory poses where u pose with your stocking...
* This is my first submission. While I write my little stories strictly for my own amusement, and all comments are welcome.* * The door clicked closed behind him as he entered the dimly lit booth. He threw the small bolt on the inside of the door, securing it behind him. Safety first, after all. The video screen on the wall was dark, and he knew to drop...
Prologue You were always very caring, very curious, about what stockings I wore... for work, for play, out socialising and even just round the house. What colour, what denier, even what kind of top my hold-ups were... plain, or lacy. I'd guessed all guys fancied girls in naughtier than usual undies but if I had realised sooner you had an all-encompassing fe...
The fittings and pipes in the bathroom were aging brass and covered in green verdigris, but the water flowed fast and hot over Jemima, filling the air with steam and losing the walls in a mist of moist heat. She would have liked to spend more time beneath the cascade and soak up the warmth after the chill of the late autumn evening outside, but there were th...
It was Ten am and the group of businessmen sat around the swish boardroom table. They were a diverse bunch; all were powerful within the organization, all considered themselves as successful. Each and every one of them knew and competed to a degree with each other. Not all were of the same company rank. The top boss, the Company CEO; the lowest a man with a...
"And just where do you think you're going?" I didn't get time to answer as the housemistress flipped a silky stocking around my ankles and yanked me off my feet. Fortunately, a heavily padded leather couch broke my fall, but left my ankles exposed. Before I could try to roll off of the couch, the housemistress's hands deftly wound and tied the soft yet unyi...