As a man, have you ever fucked your partner wearing a strapon? It is truly a unique experience. You can see the pleasure that you are giving your partner, but can feel nothing physical yourself. The pleasure you feel is internal, psychological. You feel empowered because you are giving that pleasure to someone else. Your pleasure is irrelevant because of th...
This story is the property of the author. It is not to be changed in any way, nor published or shown at other web sites without the permission of the author. Feedback and comments to; James Lacy at the address in his profile. All comments appreciated. Things returned to normal in Mother Mistress's household following Susan's and Patrick's initiation into...
Jake had just gotten home from work late Friday afternoon. He would only have a few hours before it was time to go out and play with his band at Neon's. Michael, the drummer, also booked the band and had been trying to get them into Neon's for a long time. Since it was such a popular nightspot, all the local bands were trying to get in. Despite the competiti...
My head was still spinning. I kind of heard what was going on, but not really. "Right, Patrick?" my girlfriend asked me. I had completely zoned out. After an hour long car ride to a large compound in the middle of nowhere, I had time to contemplate what was going on. Still, my girlfriend telling me she wanted to have me trained to become a slave was very pu...
I'd been married to Mark for three years when I found out about his cheating. I worked in IT, employed by a small web site design company operating out of a third floor office on 45th Street. The day I met him was the happiest day of my life. He was tall, kinda distinguished with his dark brown hair and wide shoulders. He was a client, manager of a import/ex...
I woke the following morning to find that Helena had already left. There was a note on the bedside table saying that she had left early to go home and change before going to work. I laid awake in bed for a while taking in the events of the previous day and a wetness crept through my pussy. I wondered if Phil, as he lay asleep beside me, was dreaming about th...
I'm a sissy. I used to be a femboi, then I was a crossdresser, and now I'm a sissy. The main difference between the crossdresser and sissy phases was the attitude; before I was a guy doing this for fun and to be admired, sexually – to confuse straight and gay boys alike. But now, as a sissy, I was devoted firstly to my master and love, Noah, and secondly to...
Prelude: Our anniversary. The smell of her freshly fucked pussy is intoxicating. Seeing her lips parted before me, oozing cum, causes my cock to strain against its restraints. My wife's neatly trimmed red pubic hair glistens with perspiration and tickles my nose as I bury my face into her folds and begin to lick clean her cum filled pussy. Her lover's cum...
The lower floors of the parking garage are completely full, but I find an empty parking space on the third floor in front of a concrete wall and thankfully head into it. It is late Saturday morning so I surmise there are a lot of people shopping. I turn the engine off and try to relax; the journey has been quite interesting. Driving for the first time in my...
A "true" account of femdom, reluctant coerced-bi and (mild)cross-dressing/TV, blackmail, and permanent humiliating service to a very manipulative ex-girlfriend, all leading up to a total reprogramming and gracious acceptance of my destiny. PART 1 So my ex-girlfriend Jessica dumped me recently and said that the only way that she'd even consider taking me ba...