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Disclaimer: This story is my intellectual property, and should be treated as such, do not plagiarize, or post without permission. If it is not legal to view writings that are sexually explicit and have themes of bondage, feminization and other deviant sexual experiences: don't read this. Don't read it, if it is not legal to do so where you live. Going any further is of your own free will, and responsibility is solely on yourself. Synopsis: Mistress Dyvia collects a new toy from a dark alley, brings the new 'girl' home and has her fun. There are always dark alleys in every town I have ever been in. Many are the kind of dark alleys that you see in movies or read in books where hapless visitors get kidnapped, girls get raped, and men get mugged... Some towns have dark alleys that fit the description well, but are actually quite innocent. Tonight I am in such an alley. It looks dangerous, but nothing big ever happens in such a place. It's almost midnight. I open my purse and take out a small bottle and a little handkerchief. I am in full domme mode tonight. I'm on the prowl so-to-speak. This alley is about to become a little less innocent. I'm simply wearing a black cat suit. I really shouldn't have worn high heels, but I did, and it does help with the dominatrix look. I see a car pass and the lights almost shine into the alley as it parks. I crouch down a bit. The lights go out. I hear a double horn, and then a single car door slams. The person, I assume, presses a button on a key chain, because the car makes a noise-beep in such a way that the car is alarmed. It takes a few moments, but I hear footsteps coming down the alley, but there is no longer any light. I'm wearing a black wig tonight, so that my red hair wouldn't be a contrast to the darkness. The steps are almost heavy; a man obviously. I'm careful to move the hair of my wig in such a way that it partially covers my face and helps me blend into the shadows. I look through the strands of hair and watch the man coming towards me. It's dark, but I can make a out a trench coat, a white shirt with a dark tie, and white pants. His steps slow down, are his nerves and instincts contradicting his decision to walk down this alley? I smile at the thoughts of what is to come. I rise up on my toes, careful not to make that click-clack sound from my heels. I step around him, and pull the cloth, now covered in the contents of the bottle around his head, and pull it tightly to his mouth and nose. I move closely to his head and whisper into his lips, "You can't fight it, just breathe, you belong to me now." He starts to struggle, but the chloroform already has his movements sluggish. I press my knee to the back of his tailbone and pull him backwards, slowly dragging him to the ground. By the time he reaches the ground, he is unconscious and motionless. Mistress Dyvia Presents: Mistress Dyvia's Dark Alley By: Mistress Dyvia Hello to all my sluts, slaves, and subbies out there. I've been on a hiatus for a while. I'm back! I recently signed up at lockedinlace.com as a client, and had a blast over there. Then the sight went down so they could upgrade, and because of LIL I had the writing bug back! So while waiting for Melissa to get back the site back up, I wrote this. As you can imagine, It wouldn't be a Mistress Dyvia story without some rules for those true submissives out there to follow. So here are your rules: 1. You are my property. Say it. "Mistress Dyvia, I am your property." Now that you've said it, you belong to me, and until you finish all the instructions, you will remain mine. As property, I can pretty much do with you as I wish. 2. You must be aroused before starting this story and I insist that you remain so through out the story. And you may not cum, until Slut cums. 3. Have lipstick, high heels, and some wet wipes or a damp cloth readily available. 4. Whenever you see parenthesis, you will use the wet wipes or damp cloth to clean your lipstick off and then you will reapply it. When I put make up on my slut, you will wipe it off, and put your lipstick on. (If you have other makeup available to you, that would be a good time to match my slut)... you just saw parenthesis, did you do like I told you to? And Lastly, whenever Slut has high heels on, you will to, if I take her shoes off, so will you. 5. As a good slut, subbie or slave (aka a bad girl) you will write me an email (or a review), telling me whether or not you followed the instructions as I told you to. On top of that, I encourage you to write a critique of the story in about four to five sentences, but that is not required. And with the rules firmly established, I'll let you get back to my story: Enjoy. I debate upon taking his car, but I ultimately decide against it. I'll come back for it later. I start to drag him towards my car, "Yes, I definitely should have worn flats..." I put a ball gag into his mouth and then a hood over his head, so that when he wakes up, he'll be mute and blind. I take off the shoes he has, and attach a pair of ballet shoes to his feet, that should definitely limit his ability to stand or walk. I lock on a pair of ankle cuffs and attach them with a six-inch chain. I pull off his trench coat and attach a collar that says, 'Property of Mistress Dyvia" and then pull his arms behind his back and pull them up. I handcuff his wrists together and use another small chain to attach his wrists to his collar. I sit him up in the back seat, put his seatbelt on and give him a little whiff of Ammonia. He makes some grunts. I say, "Slow down there... relax." He intensifies his verbal assaults and struggles in his bonds. I slap him across the face, "I said calm down!" I close his car door and get in the front and turn on the engine. I put my car into gear and pull out onto the road, "Obviously we're going to need to get around this little communication barrier we have here. So from now on, whenever I ask you a yes/no question while you are gagged, one grunt means yes, and two means no... Do you understand?" One grunt. "Good girl..." Two grunts... "Well don't worry, you may not be one yet, but you'll feel differently about that by this time tomorrow." Two grunts. "Anyway, You may call me Mistress Dyvia. I am your owner, at least until I decide otherwise... You are 'slut' well once again, until I decide to give you a more proper name. Understand?" A flurry of grunts assault me. "Shut up Slut! Let's be clear, I don't give a shit whether or not you agree with me, or whether or not you'll let me change you... I will make you into a woman, and what I say is your truth; and you will find that it will be your truth. Now it will happen whether you like it or not, now when I ask you a question, and add the word, 'understand,' there is two responses to give, 'yes' or 'no...'" I let out a sigh of frustration.. Which is more for dramatic purposes than anything else. "If you give me two grunts, I will obviously have to find a better way to express myself... Now let's try again, I am Mistress Dyvia, and until I decide otherwise, your name is 'Slut,' Do you understand 'Slut?'" I here a single defeat grunt come at me. "Good girl." He doesn't respond. I look at my rearview mirror, and smile as I see him still testing and fighting against his restraints, "here's the deal, I am going to have fun with you. I am going to turn you into a girl for all intents and purposes. I'm going to turn you into a walking talking sex object. I'm going to see to it that your cock will be straining against your panties just by putting your lipstick on. I'm going to make sure you love high heels... You'll be hairless, and feminine. You'll be an eager sexual creature... You'll have breasts, big ones, and when I finally decide to take you out on the town, you'll be excited to have people looking at you, your breasts, and your curves. You will be an obedient slut... Now you can make this happen one of two ways, just go with the flow, and you'll be one hell of a slut... or fight me, and you'll still be one hell of a slut, but your name will be 'cockslut' and I'll make sure your attitude and specialties reflect that name. Now, once again, do you understand the words I have just spoken to you?" I hear a subdued single grunt once again. (I love subdued gestures) "Good girl." The next few minutes are silent which ends when I pull into my driveway and then drive up and into my garage. When I park inside the garage I press the button on my remote, and the door comes down. I get out of the car, and step over to his door,.. her door... and open it, I undo her seatbelt, and pull her out. I can tell she wants to struggle but given the nature of the way she's bound, the ballet-heels, and blindfold, I don't think she trusts herself enough to fight me. I can tell she doesn't like those heels, I have to help her stay up. I eventually lead her to the den, which has a flight of stairs leading to the second floor. Once again I have to be careful, given the nature of her bindings. I sit her down on the bottom step. "Push yourself up one step at a time. Use your legs to push your ass up to the next step." She does so, and two minutes later she has moved herself up all thirteen steps. I help her back to her feet and lead her to my bedroom... Or should I call it 'Boudoir' for the sake of this story? Boudoir it is. I lead her to my 'boudoir,' and sit her on my bed. Finally I take that hood off her head. I stand in front of her silently. I watch her eyes, reflecting her male nature, looking me up and down. It brings a smile to my face, momentarily forgetting that she is my prisoner. "Now Slut, let's be completely clear here, until I say otherwise you are going to be my toy or plaything. I will have my way with you, and you won't complain too much, if you agitate me more than three times in a twenty-four hour period, I will take things to a new level... Though given how fun that sounds, don't be surprised if I try to push your limits." I take the gag our her mouth and look at her, "Do you have any questions, I'll answer three." "Please, Let me go." "That's not a question..." She looks down and is thinking, "Please, can't you just let me go?" I smile, "I could, but I have no intention of doing so, I wanted a plaything, you are it. I made my choice and have absolutely no intention of going back, or changing my mind, I'd hate to have a reputation of being a fickle Dominatrix." She looks at me with a fearful gaze, "What do you intend to do with me?" "I intend to turn you into quite the feminine sexual creature. One that lives that male 'lesbian fantasy...' though it might be a bi-fantasy if you make me work too hard. I'll just push you to the edge of reason, I'll break you, and I'll put you back together the way I want you. And in the end, you'll love me for it... And you will thank me for it." "How long are you going to keep me like this?" I let out a laugh, "As long as you amuse me... but don't that it will be that easy to not-entertain me. "Will it hurt?" I don't answer I open a drawer, and start to set up a little surprise for her. I leave the room while that is getting ready. I re-enter with a pair of scissors. "Will it hurt?" She asks with just a little more desperation. "Now hold still, I'm cutting off your clothes." I start snipping up her legs, so much easier to cut her clothes off than risk removing her restraints so early. "I don't like pain." "Well that's too bad, pain is going to be in your future, hopefully not for too long, but its all up to you how long it will last... And I answered three of your question already, I am not answering any more." I only respond to the last one because it was not a question, but a statement. I lead her once again to the guest room. One might feel sorry for the guests, as it's not a room of much comfort, as much as play. I bring her to an x-frame... And I release her bit by bit, reattaching her to a spot on the frame. It doesn't take long before she is spread eagle and ready for what I need to do with her. I leave her alone for a few minutes; I can only wonder about the thoughts that float through her head in these few isolated moments. I finally return, and in my hands is a jar of hot wax, no not the candle kind, the kind that you rip hair out with. "I had this whole thing planned where I was going to say 'if you scream even once, I'm going to gag you...' however, why wait for the inevitable?" I reveal a ring gag and roughly force it into her mouth. But I also have another little surprise. I pink dildo, and I have a head strap that went through the base of the dildo. Luckily for me, not so much for her, I could adjust it, so that the head of the dildo would always be in her mouth on the inside of the gag, but it would really be up to her how much of the rest would be. As predicted, she uses her tongue to keep as much of it out of her mouth as possible... With her significantly distracted with that, I start dripping the wax onto her legs and spreading it around. There are a few grunts, as the wax was rather hot. But when I am ready, hopefully she is, I placed the small cloth strip on her leg, and tug sharply. Oh God, did she scream through that dildo... A short indeterminable amount of time later, I find that I have stripped all the hair off her body from the neck down. She especially didn't seem to like it when I did her balls. Oh well. Don't even want to tell you about the difficulty I had with her when I needed to turn her over. All the sobbing an whining... and that's without the 'pain in the ass' struggling she did, or the pain in the ass waxing she felt.. Shortly there after she finds herself tied to a chair, luckily for her, the gag and dildo were removed, though I'm sure when I am done, she would have preferred them in her mouth. I'm sure some of you have read enough of my stories to know what I'm about to do to her throat. I slide a breathing tube down her throat to make sure she can breath... then I pour a special compound down her throat that will make a mold of her throat. I pull it out, and use a special drill-like tool to reshape it... I return to her moments later, and slide it into her throat... She doesn't fight me on it at all. "Okay sweetie, say something." "Something..." She gasps... Her new femme-voice was more than she was prepared for. "Sounds sexy," I compliment. "I don't want to sound sexy." I shake my head, "Of course you do, trust me, sooner than you think, sounding sexy, acting sexy, being sexy will be extremely important to you." "But... why can't you just let me go?" "I already answered your questions... Now lets move on to the facts. I already told you, I am Mistress Dyvia, and you should address me as such." I smile, "Though, I will settle for 'mistress.'" I raise an eyebrow, "Try it out." "Yes... Mistress." I clap my hands excitedly, "Good Girl!" I think that at the height of our enthusiasm, that this will be a great time to introduce her to her brand new breasts. I run to the closet like a giddy school girl and reach to the top pulling down two white boxes. I enthusiastically bring them back over and open them slowly for her. She has a nice pair of D cups. "You're getting to be a big girl now!" I let out a dreadfully awful giggle... Well it was a giggle, but for her I'm sure it was 'dreadful' as well as 'awful.' (Don't give me that look; how would you have felt?) I took off her Ballet heels, only to replace them with the five-inch kind, so she could walk somewhat independently. Around her neck I firmly secure a cute little leash to her collar, as I do look forward to walking her around the room to test out her new shoes. Her makeup comes next, and she lets me do what I need to. By the time I'm done her skin look s a little paler than she's used to. But her cheeks are rosy, her eyelids are blue and her eyes are surrounded by a perfect black and dramatic halo. The last thing I do to her is put on a sexy dark red lipstick. I look down and see that she's standing attention; you know, rock hard. I'm already planning her to have a fetish look tonight. I start laying out the latex on a chair in front of her. Occasionally, I do have to unlock a wrist or an ankle. But I start her out with a corset to help give her that hourglass figure. On top of that is a latex cat suit, bad planning on my part, means I have to take her shoes off again, but she seems happy to be able to stretch the muscles in her toes one last time. I decide at this point to go in an unusual direction. Her latex skin is there, but instead of going with the usual latex outfit on top, I go with some lingerie. Small lacey pink gloves, matching garters and hose, and I even go with a simple pink halter-top and matching skirt. I put her shoes back on and find that the only thing that is missing is her hair. For that I just simply take off my own wig, and plop it on her head. I love the way her eyes dance on my hair as its perfect even after being cooped up in that wig for so long (Okay, so my hair was messy, but for the sake of the story, my hair is perfect, no split ends, no pillow hair, and it always returns to its perfect appearance no matter what ways it gets twisted and contoured into.) I take a firm grip of her leash, and give a little tug. I unlock her restraints and tug again this time allowing her to be free, "Follow, Slut." "Yes Mistress." I don't walk far; I just want her to get a taste of what it is like to wear heels. I'm sure by this time tomorrow; her feet will be killing her. I make her circle the room behind me three times, then make her walk with her own leash in her hand by herself three more times. I can't help but think; tomorrow, I will have to work on that walk of hers, it's not nearly sexy enough. Moving forward I take her leash again and start walking her back to my bedroom. This is where it will really start to get interesting. I have her get onto her hands and knees and crawl up onto my bed. Making sure she can see every move I make, I stand in front of her at my nightstand and open it up pulling out a big pink dildo. Next, I reaching and pull out a harness. I'm sure she could put one and one together. As I start to put the harness around my own black cat suit, I can see the mystique and the spectacle unfolding in her eyes. (Though I may have mistaken that for 'fear and awe') I walk around her, fading out of her view, and when I'm behind her I grab her by the hips and pull her in tightly to me, and rub the phallus across both of her legs. She shivers. I smile. Her cat suit has a wide zipper (well after I customized it a bit for such an occasion). She quickly finds that her ass is very much exposed and that her penis is free. I take a small tube of a cold lubricant and spread it generously along 'my shaft' and place a nice glob of it on her ass. "Are you ready, Slut?" "No mistress..." I shrug my shoulders, "Well... Ready or not here I come... or here you cum?" I ease the phallus into her ass carefully. It takes a few slow attempts to get it all the way in. She breathes heavily, but it almost sounds like she's enjoying it. I slowly push her forward and crawl up onto the bed with her, the toy never leaves her ass. One hand helps to guide the thrusts in and out of her. The other strokes her hair. My hand on her hips slowly sinks back and starts to jerk her off. My hand in her hair clutches her neck and forces her down. "Stay, Slut." Her head pressed to the mattress and her ass up high in the air, I begin to fuck her. I love hearing the sound of each grunt as I slide across that mythical male g-spot. Between the circumstances of her imprisonment, jerking her off, and the position I'm making her get fucked in, it only takes a couple minutes for her to cum. I catch of all her cum in my hands. "In the future, Slut, you will be expected to lick my hand clean. Do you understand?" "Yes Mistress Dyvia." "Good, now stay right there." I walk off to the bathroom, and wash my hands. I return moments later to find she is still there, still spent. I take off my strap-on and let it fall to the floor where I leave it. I go back to my still-open-drawer from my nightstand and bring out a small roll of bondage tape (it sticks to itself but not to you! lol). I have her stretch her legs out straight, and I start mummifying her legs.. now leg. I have a small length of chain attached to one of the legs of my bed, and I bring it up and lock her feet to it so she can't go too far without me. Next I cuff her wrists together and use a small chain to lock them to the headboard. And finally a small blind fold to cover her eyes. I place a nice fluffy pillow under her head and get up. I take off my own cat suit and my undies, and then put on a sports bra, and a more comfortable pair of granny-panties, then a nice comfy nightshirt. I wash off my make up... hmm, funny I left Slut in hers, I guess she can do the laundry tomorrow. Oh well. And of course I take all the clips out of my hair. I return to Slut, and pull the blankets out from under her, and cover us both in them. I lie next to her and move one of my legs over her 'leg,' and my arm rests lightly on her chest with my hand settles on her breast. I give her a light kiss on the cheek, "So tell me, slut. When you emailed me about this fantasy of yours, is this how you pictured it happening?" She shakes her head, "No Mistress, I thought it would be more lame than this." "Lame?" I giggle for a moment, "Well just wait until tomorrow, you'll see just how 'lame' it'll get." "Yes Mistress, I look forward to it." "Good night Slut." Goodnight Mistress, sweet dreams." I kiss her on the cheek, and close my eyes, letting the darkness overtake me. For those who wish to comment on my story, or just be sociable, email me at [email protected] 'Til next time girls! Bye Bye! 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As I mentioned in the story of the Motel I became a window peeper after the countless times peeping thru the Motel windows. As I walked around my neighborhood,I knew the house's that had women living there. There was this house across the alley and 3 house's away from where I was living. There was this woman and her 2 roommates that had been living there for around 10 years as well as some other neighbors I used to walk past but never did anything. The first time I just cut between the yards...

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The Alley

The night was getting dark and cold, it had been a good night though. Out drinking with my friends on a proper girly night out we had visited quite a number of pubs and clubs Many of my friends had ended up going off with a bunch of guys, I even got hit on by a fair few myself but I’ve always considered myself to be a faithful and loyal person and would never cheat of my husband no matter how tempting the offers had been. As soon as my best friend Kelly disappeared off with some fellow she knew...

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Stolen Smile The Alley

I was standing on one of Portland’s trendier neighborhood’s streets, waiting when a homeless person had approached me. “Have a good day…” he mumbled, wandering off into the evening’s gathering darkness. These people were as integral to Portland’s urban fabric as roses, bikes or beer. In truth, my wallet was straining with cash. I had swung by work after class and picked up my weeks’ worth of tips for tonight. It was date night. Checking my phone, I saw Alyssa’s message: “Be there in 5! My...

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Dark Alley

Author's Note: Although rapes occur in several of my stories, I want to be very clear that rape in reality is a terrible thing, and no one should ever contemplate it except as a fantasy. Rape is mean, demeaning and damaging. I know a woman who was raped and she never got over it. Among other things, years later, it ruined our relationship, even though I had nothing to do with it and did my best to help her get over it. It was not her fault, she did not invite it in any way, and it killed a...

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Sharing Cindy Chapter 27 Cindy Teases at the Bowling Alley

Introduction: My sexy wife goes out to meet up with a friend and tease him Sharing Cindy Chapter 27 Cindy Teases at the Bowling Alley Back in Chapter 16 (Cindy Fucks the Bartender) I introduced a guy that Cindy met when she worked a Ducks Unlimited event and he happened to be the bartender there. She definitely enjoyed being with him and wanted to experience him once again. This is the second time they were together. After meeting and fucking Biff (yeah I know, but that was what he wanted to...

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Picked up guys in bowling alley

After telling a few xhamster friends about this story, they told me I must add it to my profile stories, So here it is. This story took place years ago when I was in my mid twenties. Back then I was always on this porn site called, "anywebcam.com". It has since closed and become something different. It was a sex site with personal cameras. I would go on often, and had many followers. There was one guy in particular that I chatted with every day. Even though we never met, somehow we thought it...

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Dirty sex in an alley

This story was inspired by a cyber fucking I had last night...xxxxwe are in a night club on the crowded dance floor. I'm dancing my ass off, in a clingy dress, my bra is showing, im sweaty. the drinks have been flowing all night as its so hot in here. I take my water bottle and pour some on my chest to cool off. Showing my very ample chest for everyone to see, I have my back to you grinding my butt against your crotch. i can feel your cock growing againts my ass cheeks, your hands are...

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The Midnight Alley

You look at the car keys in his hands as you go through a mental dilemma. You haven't drunk that much, but it is still unwise to get in your car. After a couple of minutes, you put the car keys back in your pockets and start walking towards the bus stop. It is quite late in the night, the time probably being around 3:30 am with the streets completely deserted. Walking down the boulevard, you reflect on your cold and dimly-lit surroundings. You had always hated Rolcombe, the shadiest part of...

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Arena Alley

You’re my best friend in the world and I need to update you with something important. I tried calling several times, but with the time difference we always seem to miss each other so I decided to just write it all down. I’m sorry for sending such a lengthy email but I really need to get this off my chest. Before I get into that, let me tell you how happy I am for you! I saw the picture of your baby bump that you posted and you look adorable! I definitely want to be Auntie Joanne. I don’t care...

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The Alley

Standing at the bar I look around the club, feeling slightly over whelmed. I am new to all of this. My girlfriend had insisted that I join her. While this is not really a "sex club", it is very close. Most of the people are here for only one thing, and are practically doing that "one thing" on the dance floor. Some with many partners. I do have to say it has been an interesting night so far. My girlfriend is out on the dance floor with some of her regular friends having a good time. I am...

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Gangbanged in the Alley

I was taking a short cut thru a dark alley on my way home. I was about 3/4 of the way thru when a group of men entered the alley in front of me. They had been to a baseball game and had been drinking. One of them stepped next to the building to take a piss. I couldn't help but glance at his cock. One of the men caught me looking. "Dude, this guy is checking out your dick," he stammered. "You looking at my dick, man?" the pisser asked. "Um, yeah, I guess I was," I admitted. "That's a fat fucker...

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Homeowners Association A Big Deal at Sunny Manor BDSMA Quest with a Silly Girl to Gropers Alley

So there I was completely naked except for a pair of sneakers shimmying down the side of my brand new house after midnight trying to not to snag my dick on the gutters as I followed Stacy out of my window. I was wondering how she talked me into this because I honestly don’t remember. “You don’t shave your ball hair?” she asked me. “How come you have on clothes, and I don’t?” I asked. “I told you that I have my period,” she looked down at the street. I didn’t know anything about periods. I...

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Stranger in a Dark Alley

It was a very stressful week at work and I just needed to get out, just go anywhere and unwind. I remembered this popular club that had decent drinks and a dance floor that I can shake my ass off, if I needed to. That Saturday night I decided to 'go unwind'. I got dolled up and sexified in a short black dress with the back cut out, the type that accentuates my curves and the front cut just low for my lovely Size D cups to show. Paired that off with some black pumps with straps around my ankles....

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Fang Alley

Finally, after about a week, I was ready. I sat in the darkness of the alley, watching as people passed by, when the smell came to me. Strong and masculine, and young. The arousal set in and I exerted my power down the alley. The trap was set and the target was getting closer. Why he was alone, I have no idea, but he was. He was about 6'1'' with short, tangly black hair. He had creamy Latino skin and pouty lips and coal eyes. He had broad shoulders and great muscles. He wore a leather...

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The Alley

Bobby was a marine and from time to time, he and his buddies would visit a neighbouring city to get their rocks off. All his buddies knew that he was gay and being the toughest of the bunch, had no opinions about his sexual predilection. In fact, not only did they embrace him wholeheartedly, but would often join him at the gay bars on a weekend out, before sauntering off in search of pussy. The area they preferred was riddled with clubs, both straight and gay, so scoring was never a problem. It...

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Across the Alley

You live in a small apartment building and your bedroom window looks out on the building across the alley; a distance of about 12 feet. You have a shade on the window and it is almost always down but this is a beautiful spring day. You decide to pull up the shade and open the window. The breeze feels wonderful as it moves through the apartment, through your legs and the thin long white t-shirt that you are wearing – and that is all you are wearing. You are just about to change to go out...

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Back Alley

Her eyes still sore and burning from the tears she’d been crying from before. The heated argument she has had with her boyfriend sets her in a rage as he leaves the house to go out right after the fight. Veronica (a 5’6 mixed female with 34D breasts, slim waist and small perky ass) decides to get dressed putting on the shortest, tightest dress in her closet. It’s a very thin; almost see through, black and white stripped dress adding high black stilettos to her out fit. With her hair done in a...

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Back Alley

Her eyes still sore and burning from the tears she’d been crying from before. The heated argument she has had with her boyfriend sets her in a rage as he leaves the house to go out right after the fight. Veronica (a 5’6 mixed female with 34D breasts, slim waist and small perky ass) decides to get dressed putting on the shortest, tightest dress in her closet. It’s a very thin; almost see through, black and white stripped dress adding high black stilettos to her out fit. With her hair done in a...

3 years ago
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The Alley

We meet at a local coffee shop in your town, having never met face to face but months and months of emails, chats and camming. I was only a little nervous well maybe a lot nervous because I got lost twice and half expected you to call my cell wondering where I was. I finally got there, changed my shoes into my heels instead of runners, and made my way into the coffee shop. I looked around and there weren’t many people there and only one table with a lone male with his back to the door. ...

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OMG V The Alley

Pansy loved being a sissy. She loved how she felt mincing hand in hand with her sister in her sky high Fuck Me platform pumps. She loved how completely constricted her tightly laced corset made her feel, and how it seemed to enslave her to a piece of clothing that was controlling her every move. As wonderful as it felt getting closer to her ultra-sissy destiny, if was magnified a thousand times because she was mincing hand in hand down the dirty alley with her sexy older sissy Prissy....

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The Alley

We meet at a local coffee shop in your town, having never met face to face but months and months of emails, chats and camming.   I was only a little nervous well maybe a lot nervous because I got lost twice and half expected you to call my cell wondering where I was.   I finally got there, changed my shoes into my heels instead of runners, and made my way into the coffee shop.   I looked around and there weren’t many people there and only one table with a lone male with his back to the door.  ...

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In An Alley

It's a lonely fall night,I'm walking down a fairly empty street in town. Not the best part of town,but it's my only way to get home. I am in my grey business suit. Grey jacket,grey knee length skirt,black blouse,black pantyhose,black panties and bra,brunette wig and black heels. As I walk, the people that are out,glance my way,checking me out as I go through their neighborhood. Run down row houses,old abandoned buildings,adult bookstores on almost every corner. It's pretty seedy. As I approach...

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Mistress Wife Patricia

Patricia had her fill of her husband   Story Codes:? F/m F+/m M+/m Cross-dressing D/s B/D Bondage Humiliation Synopsis: Wife turns her chauvinistic husband into a sissy slut cross-dressing whore. Introduction:? Hello, I?m fairly new at writing stories and I write to help stimulate my fantasies and I hope that it may stimulate your fantasies.? I am not currently involved in a dom/sub relationship but I have had several real life Mistresses in the past and I find I crave the real life scene...

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Mistress Sarah makes Evie a Sissy 2

"Look at you Evie. You're so slutty in your teddy and stockings,” said Mistress Sarah. Then she looked down at my hard cock and said, "....and your clitty is so big. Excited are, you?" Mistress Sarah reached out and firmly squeezed my cock a few times. It was a welcome sensation that reverberated though my entire body. Before I could respond, she ordered, "Turn around slut. Let me see that arse of yours." Ever since I had met Mistress Sarah online, I had dreamed of her fucking me in the arse....

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Mistress Penny

Luke could feel the nerves building inside him. He had booked his appointment last week after months of debating. The Violet Club was like nothing Luke had ever imagined. Patrons were able to book sessions with professional dominants and submissives. In addition, they were able to customize them based on their fantasies.Luke had experimented a little with BDSM in his previous relationship, but once that relationship ended he knew he wanted to dive in further. Luke had typically found himself in...

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Mistress Mine Chapter 2

Things went along very well for the first month or so. Mistress Madison did help Kim get caught up with her late bills and with what she made she was able to relax a bit on the grocery bills. Things were beginning to look up for her finally, and Kimberly could sleep peacefully for the first time in a while. She didn't have to worry about her ex leaving the country and cutting off her finances - she was able to make up for it and more now.And working for the Mistress was actually becoming fun....

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Mistress Sarah Gives Evie an Assignment

Mistress Sarah led me back into her bedroom and sat naked in a chair in front of a large dressing table. She ordered me to fetch my maid's dress. It was time for me to learn how to properly dress her for a night out and she wanted me in full sissy attire for the event. Mistress Sarah watched me step into my sissy dress. She told me to turn around slowly for her as she pulled down on the pink silky fabric, ensuring the shiny dress cascaded around my legs smoothly and wrinkle free. She then...

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Mistress By Mail

Mistress by mail? I would like to tell you an interesting story of sorts. My wife requested that I accompany her to a marriage counselor in an attempt to save our dwindling relationship. "Of course" I said I would be glad to go if she thought it would help! She had selected the counselor, the time and even the place. All that I had to do was show up with my willingness to participate and the check book of course. After several hundred dollars and many wasted hours it was decided...

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Mistress May I

It was a Thursday evening and I just got off of work. I came home to a quiet house. As I walked into the bedroom I found my wife standing just inside the door. She was wearing nothing but a long t-shirt and a pair of sexy black panties Ann is the love of my life but also my owner, I am slave to my mistress and I obey her. *“Come here you dirty slut,”* Mistress Ann commanded, I obeyed and came toward her unknowing of what she had planned, my body trembled with excitement. She had a chair setup...

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Mistress Emmas Revenge

Mistress Emma's Revenge By Brenda Hi I'm Ken. Well I was, now I'm called Brenda. Here's a bit of my story for you. I hope you don't make the same mistakes I did. Because until I got caught misbehaving by my mistress, life was pretty good. At 38, I had a great job as an office manager in charge of 25 or so employees, mostly women, a really good salary, a nice office and plenty of job security. I was only 5'7" but made up for it with my good looks & great personality. Seriously I...

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Mistress Cocos School for Wayward Boys

Mistress Coco's School For Wayward Boys Where Boys Become Girls, Whether They Like it or Not by Mistress Tawny Suede assisted by slave Holly Introduction In Which We Meet Rich Bitch Kimberly and Domineering Mistress Coco Kimberly Caldwell's head thrashed about on the silk pillows; a cry of ecstatic pain escaped her luscious lips as she cupped her heavy breasts, her crimson fingernails raking her taut nipples. Kimberly arched her back, thrusting her sopping cunt hard against...

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Mistress is Pregnant

Mistress is Pregnant by Tigger (c) 1996 Part 1 It was painful to watch as she struggled to lift herself out of bed. Sighing inwardly, I moved to help her and was rewarded by the expected angry glare, which I ignored. She didn't even try to stop me as I supported her back and took the off center weight of her body in my arms. Once she had gotten her torso upright, she slid her feet to the floor. She rested a moment, gathering herself for her next effort, while I sat beside...

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Mistress Traceys Delight

A Session "I'm imagining 6 or even 12 implements of punishment… whips, paddles,floggers, dildos, gags, human riding equipment, slappers……. mydear Michael" said Mistress Tracy reaching for her wine glass. The afternoon light shone though the break in the curtains. It was the kindof light which made it easy to see the slightest cigarette smoke or dust, thisafternoon light was brushing my Mistress Tracey's torso and legs and the exquisitelytiny hairs on her sinuous belly shown magically. Mistress...

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Mistress Vera and her slave part 1

Mistress Vera and her slaveIn the dungeon the slave kneeled and wriggled slightly in her bonds to again feel the pleasure of her imprisonment. Her whole body was encased in leather, a black cat suit stretched from her ankles to her jaw with a single zip down the back to release her when the time came. Black leather boots, which reached nearly to her knees covered the cat suit on her legs, as did the steel collar which covered the leather around her neck. The tag on the zip was clipped to a ring...

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Mistress Sarah plays mind games

I woke up at 7am when my alarm went off, I was wrapped up in a pink quilt, Mistress Sarah had obviously thrown it over me as I slept. It was soft and comforting despite the fact that I had been sleeping on the floor in the hallway. I had been banished from the bedroom after I had cleaned her strap-on. I had stayed close to the door listening to the sexual tones of Mistress Sarah. I unravelled myself from the quilt and admired the black silk negligee I was wearing..It was a short and simple...

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Mistress Jennifer

My training as a she-male servant began when I rang the doorbell of mylady's home. She greeted me wearing along, tight fitting red leather gown,which covered her from neck to foot except that it exposed her prominentand luscious breasts; her long auburn hair flowed over her shoulders. Shewas also wearing 6" spike heels and black stockings. The dress had a slitfrom her thigh to her ankles, which showed off her stocking clad legs whenshe walked. She demanded that I call her nothing but Mistress...

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Mistress Jennifer

My training as a she-male servant began when I rang the doorbell of my lady’s home. She greeted me wearing along, tight fitting red leather gown, which covered her from neck to foot except that it exposed her prominent and luscious breasts, her long auburn hair flowed over her shoulders. She was also wearing 6′ spike heels and black stockings. The dress had a slit from her thigh to her ankles, which showed off her stocking clad legs when she walked. She demanded that I call her nothing but...

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Mistress Stephanies World

The Morning of the PartyI was kneeling in the kitchen, shining Mistress Angela’s boots, when she appeared in the doorway, frowning. ?Didn’t I tell you last week to lay down newspapers before you do that?? she asked.?I’m sorry, mistress, I forgot,? I said.My anxiety dissolved when she smiled.?This is your lucky day,? Mistress Angela said. ?I’m in a very good mood.?She was wearing a black T-shirt and matching running shorts that left her smooth thighs exposed. Her dark hair fell loosely over her...

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Mistress Sarah fucks Evie Chapter 4

I knelt by the door, anxious for the arrival of my Mistress. I could feel my arse pulsing around the butt plug in anticipation of what was to come. As I knelt and waited I could smell the pretty floral scent of the perfume that I had sprayed on my neck earlier. I felt soft and girly from all the day's events. I was in a prime mode to be fucked like a sissy. Even though I was not touching my cock, it was pulsing and hard with arousal. I was both excited and nervous about being fucked. I heard...

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Mistress Mine Chapter 3

After Mistress Madison said goodbye to Alexa, promising to talk more about her order, Madison took the bedraggled, cum-covered mother to her office and handed Kim her paycheck and a second envelope. The paycheck was more than she had expected, and the other envelope contained an additional one thousand dollars. Kim was confused, "This money is for me?""Of course dear," Mistress said."But I thought I was about to be fired! I mean this is wonderful, but I don't understand," Kim said puzzled....

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