************ Usual disclaimers, though if you are already browsing stories on this site, you must have an idea what you're getting into by now. ;-) This story contains Male/Male sex, Male/Female sex and Dominant/Submissive themes, so if this is a problem . . . wave off! This story is fictional story based on a fantasy of mine. I hope you enjoy it and fee...
Suddenly Sarah, A Different Tale ************************** This is an alternative Chapter 2 to the Suddenly Sarah story I wrote recently. It takes day number two with Sarah in a whole different direction. It likely helps to read the first story. The themes of this story are not for everyone, but for those that like submission I hope you enjoy. As always,...
Author's Note: There is a category switch in this chapter. The beginning chapters can be found in GAY MALE. Seeing as what happens in this chapter, the new category is TRANSGENDER & CROSSDRESSERS. ***** THE PINK BOY was located in the warehouse district across town in an eclectic area known for its nightclubs and specialty bars. Within a six block radi...
Sitting comfortably in her basement/dungeon, Ottawa's premier dominatrix Madame Whitley looked at her submissive, Shane Johnson, as the big and tall, formerly masculine Black dude stepped out. Clad in a pink Tutu, blonde wig, crimson pantyhose and high heels, the brother was finally letting out his inner slut. For years, Madame Whitley struggled to help Shan...
Background: The next three stories involve my only long-term on-line subject who I have named Nancy. This subject passed all of the tests I described in story two ("A Few Good Subs"), but before we were able to arrange an in-person session, he was offered a job in a town a great distance away, precluding any in-person meets. We agreed to continue training...
Pepper returned to the room and sat on her new bed as she unpacked her things; Marie helped her stow things in a wardrobe and chest of draws allocated to her. The blonde smirked at the new girl as she blew on the brunettes nails she'd just completed; she would enjoy painting Pepper's nails. Pepper bounced softly on the large double bed; the plug felt so nice...
Sitting in my chair completely naked, I stroked my strap-on dildo as I watched my Black male slut parade in front of me. My name is Veronique Marceau and I am a Dominatrix. Standing five feet eleven inches tall, wiry and muscular with a thick booty, I look damn hot and I know it. My skin is dark brown, shined to perfection with lotion for tonight's performan...
Back at home that night I kept thinking of what had transpired that morning with Master Gene while still wearing my cum stained panties as Master had told me I could only remove them to shower. Otherwise the pink thong panties that had been soaked in cum would remain on at all times until I was told I could switch to other panties of mine. Was this a sign Ma...
A story by wendi marie st.clair She was looking at girl's blouses the first time He saw her. Of course, most of the world wouldn't have seen her as a "she" at the moment, but wearing her flare-leg, hip-hugging jeans that were obviously from the junior miss department and the androgynous purple t-shirt that showed that she shaved her body, she looked like a...
"Don't be shy. Pull your panties down, baby boy. Show the man that cute little thing." He laughs, smiles at me. He's seated on the couch next to a man I've never seen before. When they entered my house I expected only him. I hurry to do as told. It's something that is part of me now. I never hesitate to do as he orders, dominant of otherwise. He owns me com...