I will bring you your Magic Wand and Trigasm. And suck on your toes, while you enjoy every spasm. Your humiliated sissy in panties, tights, and stilettos. This is the sixth chapter of my wife's execution of the punishment poem I submitted to her suggesting ways to atone for my inability to control my orgasm. Please read the earlier chapters for the full...
My wife's control over me insures that I have no secrets from her no matter how depraved my hidden desires. As part of my training, she has ordered me to confess my prior deviant acts to the world. This is the second part of a series in which I obey her command that I confess my past experiences as a panty thieving college cross dresser. I have changed some...
Every year my wife and I attend the annual Hospital Foundation Gala. I look forward to it every year. The food is great, the open bars flow freely, and the room is full of beautiful women between 25 and 40, dressed to impress in their sexy best. As an added bonus, this year I escorted two beautiful women. My wife's best friend Michelle was in town for Gala...
I waited in my hotel room for Tracy and John to arrive; I was very much looking forward to photographing two very attractive people in an erotic session and was very pleased that Tracy had requested my services to do so. I had known Tracy for several years having met in a likeminded internet group discussing our mutual tights fetish and it appears her husb...
God, I hate tights!!! Come to think of it, I hate tights almost as much as I hate God... but that's another story. 'Pantyhose' my American friends call them; at least that name is as ugly as the garment itself which must have been invented by a man to torture women. Men do that a lot... mammograms; cervical smears; bras. Though come to think of it, almost ev...
Chapter 3 Getting it on I went home after the shift and had another wank. I was mesmerised by the events of the last few days. I was so worked up I had to pop down to the chemist on the parade and buy a pair of tights and a big tube of Veet hair remover. I chose Pretty Polly Italian range in barely black. The guy gave me a weird kind of look, I just stared...
It was now December 1982 and my tryst with Paul, my work colleague, took another step forward. It all happened just a few days before Christmas and we were having a small party at work and afterwards we expected to go into town for a few more drinks. With this in mind, I set off for work in the morning dressed in my favourite way. Skirt and top with tights u...
The instructions in Dr. Jones' letter were clear, if a little puzzling and I followed them exactly. At a quarter past seven the next morning I rang the bell on the surgery door. Margaret let me in. "Morning Chrissie," she greeted me. "Dr. Jones is in room 3 waiting for you, go right in." I went in. Dr Susan Jones was waiting. She looked stunning again. Her...
While I was in college, I sometimes helped out my uncle who had a photo store in our town. Although he couldn't afford to pay me much, I still liked to work for him since he was a nice person and I was really into photography, from shooting all the way to developing prints. On occasion he would have to leave the store for a while and asked me to cover for hi...
He looked a little sheepish as he walked in. His eyes flowed over what I was wearing. I could see he was already blushing which made me smile inside. "Have you got my money?" I asked. He pulled out a large brown envelope and handed it to me. I smiled at him and kissed his cheek lightly. "Don't you want to count it?" I opened it and glanced inside. "I d...