“Are you sure you can be here by 8:30, steve?” Mistress Catherine asks over ICQ. “It’s vital you’re here on time. I have something very special planned.” “Yes Mistress C, i will be there on time. May i ask the nature of Your plans? Also, may i confirm Your phone number in case something happens?” Mistress Catherine (Lisa’s Domme name) glares at the message...
I had fun surprising Lydia with my loot-stashing spell. I was certain that if she was now sworn to defend me and my belongings with every ounce of strength she had, then I could definitely trust her with my secrets as well. Which also meant I was going to help her master the self-cast Alteration spell that would allow her to control her pussy's inner walls a...
Sweaty and panting, Becky and I rested against the hayloft ladder until the rush of orgasm faded, and we floated back to earth from the incredible Land of Euphoria. Unwrapping her legs from around my waist, Becky whispered, "Okay Doc, put me down." I kissed her with passionate gratitude before letting her go. "That was fun," said Becky, patting my butt...
This story is fiction based loosely on people, places and events mostly from my life. I strongly suggest that you read the previous chapters before you read this one. I love feedback, comments, criticism and ideas for future chapters; it will help me improve my writing, enhance the story line, and encourage me to continue writing. Also, take a moment and vo...
Part 3: A Taste of Contentment If you haven't read the first two parts of this story, you might be interested as they set up the background for this one. But if you're only interested in the transsexual aspect, start here. Background:A twenty-eight year old woman named Alyssa has been dumped by her boyfriend, Matt. After almost three months of depression...
I felt like I had butterflies in my stomach. Or maybe bats, considering the time of year. It was time for the annual fall festival. Which meant it was time for him to appear. While everyone else was looking for the hayride to pull in, I was looking the opposite direction. The direction he had appeared from every year for the last decade. I glanced down and...
Author's Note This is but a single part in a series of stories. To avoid confusion, I would advise reading the previous two parts first. Unlike the previous stories, this one is all plot, without a single sexy interlude. None of the stories has had a particularly happy ending thus far, and this one is no different. But, this ties them all together, so th...
Prologue "I was raised by my maternal grandparents, after my mother proved she wasn't up to the task by bleeding out all over their guestroom bed. It was just minutes after I took my first breath. They never blamed me for her death. Grandmother's ire was reserved solely for the robotic midwife in attendance that day. She always had a hatred for robots and...
"Good morning, darling. Did you sleep well?" said Sara who was sitting on a chair next to the bed. "I feel better than I have, I missed having you with me," I said. Sara picked up a thin object and held it over my mouth. "Let's check your temperature," said Sara. I took the thermometer and put it under my tongue and waited for it to beep. I looked at the...
This story has some elements in common with a story I recently published in another category that was sparsely viewed, so if you're one of the few who read it don't freak out and think that this is plagiarized. This story has many different elements however. ************** I'm Brian Rector; I had been married to Melissa Rector nee Zachery for 23 years at...