Edited by Rosmarina (whose advice and assistance are much appreciated) Please do not reproduce this story without permission. == Chapter 14 == The next morning I was once again able to thank Master in person for owning me. As Master's slavegirl I had been taught that these were to be the first words out of my mouth each day as soon as he awoke. Sometimes...
Eleanor stared in the mirror. At thirty-three, after three children, she was not the beautiful young cheerleader that Stan had met in high school. Was that what this was all about? Swinging? Just the word made her cringe. A swingers' party no less. Not something this soccer mom would have ever thought about. But what choice did she have? Stan made it perfe...
My first try at writing. I haven't taken the time to find an editor so I am sure the writing could be better. I would welcome constructive suggestions and how you liked the story. Thanks This is your "almost" typical story of a cheating wife, an unsuspecting husband, and a decision to be made concerning the marriage. However, there are some circumstances wh...
Chapter 5 – Dinner and Desert Marie pushed off from the shelf and looked around, she really didn't need anything from in here, she hoped nobody notices her emergence as she opened the door and stepped out. She looked around slightly paranoid that somebody might be watching her as she made her way back to her desk. She looked at the clock and thank god it...
It's the unexpected that gives you the most reward in life. That's what I think I've learned so far in the last 25 years. 25 years is how long I've been on this earth, and the only other thing I've learned beyond the cliché of "Nothing is for certain" is that no matter how much you think you know, you really don't know anything. Looking back at my senior yea...
MMMmmmmmmmm, nothing like the feeling of waking after a long, luxurious sleep in! Steve and I had been out with friends the night before, and the kids were staying at friends' houses, so we decided to sleep in and enjoy the moment alone. I reached my arms out of the covers, and pointed my toes, my body stretching in that wonderful post-snooze glow. I stret...
NOTE: This is the first on many chapters of me growing up in the Midwest in the late spring and early summer of 1971 before moving to AZ to live with my grandmother and attend college. All persons in this and any of my stories are of at least 18 years of age and the names have been changed to protect the innocent. These chapters cover the times that I was...
My name's Emily. I'm a blonde, with what boys like to call a "tight body," when they're being kind, when what they really mean is that I'm thin as a rail, except for my legs, which are well-toned from the sports I play. My nose is too big, my tits are too small, and my ears stick out. I'm happy with who I am, mostly, but let's say the boys never knocked down...
By midday the next day Gwendalyn and Cockweasel finally rode into the army campsite located right near the frontlines of the war against the orcs. It was a small camp of rangers away from the main host of the army. There were only about twenty soldiers there including a medic and the commander, Captain Harlen. It was the Captain that greeted them as they di...
Preface: Welcome to my next sissy story. This one is based around the exciting ideal of a married sissy, crossdresser. It will have many ideas based on my thoughts about how life could be for me as a married, crossdressing sissy maid. I hope you all enjoy it. ***** Chapter One: Sometimes one's most unique secrets do come out. My name is Phil and I've alwa...