Silverwood was not named for its trees but for the clean, white moss that covered its floor and every stone like bright, spongy snow. The druidic elves knew how the moss was kept clean and maybe even cultivated by a symbiotic relationship with tiny, opal beetles that lived inside it. On a night like this night, when the moon shone full and the moss reflected...
I’m sitting at my computer looking at the pictures my master has sent me, his beautiful face begging for a kiss. His lips, so smooth and inviting, his eyes so deep and mysterious. My master has power, Just looking at him makes my pussy start to dampen. He’s also been kind enough to send me pictures of his lovely cock, so long and thick. I can imagine the way...
Wednesday 14th October 1998, Portsmouth Sophie's Flat It is the day of Master King's first Lecture. It is at 10am today and a full two hour double period. I think there is about twenty four of us in the class but World History is such a wide geographical area we will probably be put into smaller groups. I work better that way and often prefer to go solo. I...
I apologize for the time between stories. The first one flew out and this one did not. For a primer to this story, read "Charming Phoebe" in the non human section. * * * I was now faced with converting my second Haliwell sister. Phoebe compared to her next two sisters had been relatively easy. She really had no special powers other than foresight. And sinc...
So, here I was, waiting in the back corner of the garage, the door to the empty bay open. The night light illuminating the front reaches of the garage. The garage lights were off. Instead, in the shadow of the corner, I waited for him to come. Nearly a year ago I had met Master Cock on-line. This was a unique chat room, one where submissive wannabe transves...
Dressed on this occasion as a beautiful young bride, amanda is led by a black leather leash through the dense mountainside forest, her white-gloved wrists bound with only a shiny red satin ribbon. Fortunately, the trail is wide enough that there is plenty of clearance from the underbrush to either side of the lightly-beaten path, so that nothing becomes enta...
Title: How I became a Sissy Maid and Slut for a Dominant Master. Preface: I would like to begin by thanking all who will read my story here. This is a sissy story based on many thoughts I have imagined, many times throughout my life. These erotic thoughts have been enjoyed for a long while in my life. Like many sissy girls, stories like the one I will wri...
A warm spring breeze ruffles my short skirt and my long auburn hair. My white stilettos click on the pavement as I walk to work. Hearing them always makes me smile, as does the delicious feeling of my nylon clad thighs rubbing together as I walk. My pale pink skirt is flared and very short showing off my shapely legs. When clubbing or shopping I wear sexy st...
Chapter Seven: Another Day in Chantel's New Life. It's 7:30am and the alarm clock goes off. I awake to my first morning in my new sissy slave home and life as a sissy maid and slut. I get out of bed, stretch and strip nude for my enema and shower. My butthole still hurts from last night's gang rape session, but I won't protest, nor do I really wish too. In...
Swan stretched in the gigantic bed and noticed she was alone. Looking around the room for Master Tristan, she noticed that the bed was in shambles: the sheets had come undone, blankets were askew, pillows thrown to the side and on the floor. She smiled thinking of the love they made every couple of hours throughout the night. But now sun streamed in through...