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MEETING BRIANNA 1/ Steve Mayfield, thirties, pulled up at the electronic gates of the big detached house. The lane it sat on was narrow and quiet. Just six or seven properties here. It was hard to tell because the gardens were so expansive. He buzzed on the control panel. "Steve Mayfield for Brianna Caldwell." A short wait. "Come on through," the woman's voice said. The gates slowly opened, peeling apart, and he drove through, finding a spot near the main house. He got out, admiring the grounds, noting the small guest house set at the edge of the neighbouring parkland. The view just from there must be incredible, he thought. Never mind from the house. When the lead had come through on his contacts he had figured there was hope for a good gig based on the address, but this was beyond his expectations. So long as he landed the contract for his company, the commission would be outstanding. And, right now, in a slump, he needed an outstanding commission. He stopped short as the potential client stepped out. "I'm Brianna Caldwell," she said, holding out her hand. "Thanks so much for coming out." It took him a second to find his tongue- "Steve. Steve, er, Steve Mayfield." -and take her slender, yet strong, hand. His gaze lingered for a moment on her acrylic nails. Long and red. Matching her lipstick. "Nice to meet you Steve, er, Steve Mayfield." He blushed for a second and re-set. For a moment he had been cast back to days when he enjoyed cross-dressing. Looking at this beautiful woman. Probably in her thirties, like him. Knowing how to dress and show herself at her best. Even though there seemed a sadness about her. An aura. That feeling passed as he considered her...... The summer dress, flowing, showing just enough slender leg and cleavage. The heels. The perfect make-up. "Sorry, I-" he still stammered. "That's okay. Can I get you a drink?" "Yes. Thanks." He followed her through the house to the kitchen. She set two glasses on an island, granite counter and crunched ice into them. She then poured juice over the smashed cubes. And again, he couldn't take his eyes off her nails. Her hands. He imagined them around his hardening cock and- "The area I'm thinking of is just out here," she said, leading him to a picture window. He followed her, wondering is she knew just how much she was oozing raw sexuality. The sound of her heels mesmerizing on the quarry tiled floor. She had a hold of him. He'd do anything right now to make this sale and stay in her world a little while. Discount? No problem. Serve her iced tea? Here it is on a platter with biscuits. Play dress up for her..... He dismissed the thought. It had been so long. He wasn't even sure he wanted to go back to being that person. He had to concentrate. "Some people might say dig it out," he said, referring to the garden before him. "I suggest you use the height. Imagine that parkland view from a horizon pool." She nodded. "That's the way I was leaning." "Yes. Digging out would be a bigger contract, but I like to look after my clients," he said. And, he thought, I liked to be looked after. He pictured them together. There was something about her. Not being used to getting what she wanted, but control. He was wrapped around her little, tender finger.....and, essentially, she had done nothing. God, where had she come from, and why had she landed on his radar? "I said, would you like a top up?" He realised he had drained his glass day-dreaming. "Sure. While you do that I'm just going to pop out and take a few measurements." Outside he quickly measured out a sizable pool. And then spent a few minutes making notes, checking views, taking pictures to prepare for the presentation he would make to her. She stepped out and handed him his glass. "I think it's a great spot," he said. "I bet you say that to all the susceptible women," she smiled demurely. He looked at her. No way was she susceptible. There was definitely something about this chick. She was guarded, but not vulnerable. Feminine, but strong. Wounded, maybe. But strong again now. "I-no-I just call it how I see it," he stammered, thrown by her again. He gestured to a gazebo. "Not too far from the hot tub. A decked walkway, perhaps, to connect the areas." "I can see you're very sincere," Brianna assured him. "Do you need anything else while you're here?" He considered her. "The restroom," he said. "I've got quite a drive." "No problem. Top of the stairs and along the landing. It's the last door on your left." He headed off, aware she was watching him. Was she interested? Was this the story he would be telling his children one day? He reached the room and locked the door. Pulled his trousers and shorts down, his erection springing out. He didn't need to use the toilet, he just needed some relief. A break from her exotic presence. The bathroom was pristine. Expensive, scented lotions lined a tiled shelf near a large corner bath. Soft, fragranced towels. His erection about gone, he was drawn to a covered laundry hamper. He opened it and felt fresh stirrings. Atop a variety of skirts and blouses, the most gorgeous lilac bra and panties set. He dared to hold them, touch them, getting hard again. He considered the brand. Caroline Randell. It felt so luxurious compared to the high street brands he used to wear. He knew a part of it was simply nostalgia. That he hadn't dressed for so long. Then there was the thrill. That he was holding this gorgeous woman's intimates. He smelled the crotch of the panties and felt a dribble of pre-cum. "Shit," he whispered, catching it on his finger. He looked around. Obviously nobody was here. The window was patterned and frosted. Nobody could see what he was doing. He stepped out of his trousers and shorts and slipped the satin panties up his legs. Felt them wrap around his hardening penis which he forced between his legs. God, this was Nirvana. It had been so long since he'd dressed. Years. And now he couldn't stop himself. The lingerie felt exquisite. He pulled off his shirt and quickly put his arms through the straps of the bra, hooking it behind his back. It was too big for his slender frame and he imagined padding the lace cups to create small breasts. He moaned at the exquisite joy he was feeling, realising now that all these years without dressing had been torture. This was true happiness. Right now. He started to rub himself in her underwear- The knock on the door was sharp and sudden. "Are you okay in there?" Brianna called. He checked his watch. Jesus. He'd been in here nearly fifteen minutes. "Coming," he shouted. "Just finishing up." He quickly pulled his trousers up, stuffing his boxers in his pocket. Hard as a rock, he knew what he was doing was wrong. But he had to have the lingerie. He fastened his shirt over the bra, checking the mirror. Barely a hint of the banding and straps. He couldn't believe what he was about to do. Walk out wearing a potential client's lingerie. Not only a potential client, but one so beautiful. He started for the door. Jogged back. Flushed the toilet and washed his hands. He opened the door. "I thought you'd gotten lost," she smiled on the landing. Now he was panicking. He hadn't dressed for years. She'd see the straps of the bra in the light. She'd notice the outline of the panties, or the bulging shorts in his pocket. God, more pre-cum leaked out and he prayed it wasn't staining his trousers in front of her. "I'll hit the road," he said, starting down so she was behind him. The clasps of the bra.....she'd see them! "I'll prep a quote for you. Perhaps I can visit in a few days." She began tapping on her cell. "When do you have in mind?" "Say, Friday. Around noon," he said, thankful she was distracted by her diary. "Sounds good. We'll do lunch." At the door, needing to get out before he exploded, he turned to shake her hand. He had to stay close, but not too familiar. She looked him right in the eye. She knows, he thought. But how could she? Had she seen the slight protrusion of the clasps of the bra through his shirt, right in the middle of his back? "I look forward to it," she smiled. He got in his car, felt his penis push as he sat down, the first traces of real cum leaking out. Ashamed he looked down, a stain growing on his trousers. Thank God she hadn't seen that. He'd get home, clean the lingerie and on Friday, somehow, sneak it back into her laundry so that if she accused him he could have a revelatory eureka moment when he claimed his innocence. You mean I stole this bra and panties set? The ones that are in your laundry hamper? He started to drive away, his hand on his crotch. Of course, he could have some fun until Friday. He hadn't dressed forever, and this lingerie set were the keys to his feminine freedom. 2/ Naked, before the full length mirror, I faced my reflection. I forced myself to look at my body because that was what my therapist told me I had to do. It was still terribly difficult. Most people would see a gorgeous, graceful woman. Poised. But I could see the scar....I hated the scar. It was symbolic of so much that had been taken from me. My beauty. My livelihood to an extent. My actual life as I lived now surrounded by walls. Afraid to venture far. I sadly started to dress. The pool man would be here soon. I called a former colleague, Andi, and told her who was visiting. She assured me I would be okay, but told me to check in with her when he left. Steve, er, Steve Mayfield had seemed friendly enough. I liked that he wasn't trying too hard for the sale. He just seemed like a naturally good guy. If a little edgy. But, in all modesty, I know how good I can still look and I can imagine how that must make some men, inadequate or inexperienced men, feel. Or perhaps it was something more. As I watched him measuring out in the garden, I remembered being fooled before and it had cost me dearly. Could it still hurt? That hideous scar on my left breast. Even though it was a year old now, I could still feel the knife slicing me. While I waited I put some of the crushed ice on it, soothing myself. Steve, er, Steve Mayfield then asked if he could use the toilet, and that was fine, but why was he taking so long? When he finally emerged, I watched him stammer and stutter his way to the door and thought, for just a moment, I caught a hint of a bra strap pushing through his shirt. That didn't strike me as unusual considering what I used to do for a living, and what I still did during literary games with online clients. But I hadn't seen it earlier when he arrived, and I had a pretty good eye for that kind of thing. Where had......? No. Had he taken my underwear? Is that why he was so long in the bathroom? He drove away and I closed the gates. Secure and safe, I almost ran upstairs, breathless, and opened my laundry hamper. I was almost sick. My bra and panties from the day before were gone. I leaned over the sink and waited for my breathing to steady. Clear headed I went to my expansive bedroom and undressed. I touched the scar that tormented me everyday. I used to be outgoing and dominant. I enjoyed a certain lifestyle, keeping submissive men under me. Controlling them. Having them do my bidding. I was fair, but loved their games. Then, over time, a particular submissive earned my trust. He played his part well and I didn't realise he was acting until he....... God. Tears slipped out. I had been so blind. I touched the scar on my left breast with the palm of my hand, imagining it not there. But when I removed my fingers it had not vanished. The doctors, my friends, colleagues......the few people in the world I would bare myself to now.....had all said it was barely noticeable. But it was so ugly. I was.......destroyed. The scar was the least of what he had done......I trembled at the thought of him entering me, couldn't control my quaking body until the memory passed like sunlight slipping through swaying tree branches in a breeze. Still, I remembered retreating from the world. Eventually, I found a way to continue my lifestyle through literary games at my website: https://briannagames.wixsite.com/homeofhumiliation. I created interactive stories for clients to take the lead role in, making all the choices that decided how the narrative would develop, how much they would dress. And then came other variations, always using my talent as a writer..... But I was afraid. An emotion I wasn't familiar with. I became more secluded and was left with only the truest of friends. I hated that scar, and all it reminded me of. And now, Steve, er, Steve Mayfield had wandered in here and believed he could take from me. I wiped my eyes and stood tall. I looked beyond the scar to the beautiful woman I used to be.....Still was. He couldn't do that. Andi, and some of the other girls, had told me they'd made the so called submissive pay for what he had done to me. I'd never asked what had happened to him. Maybe one day........But for now, I wouldn't lean on them again for this. It was nothing so extreme. Nothing violent. He was probably nothing more than a pantie pervert. But if he wanted to violate me, I would take his thievery as an indication that he wanted to play a game. My game. I still dressed for my online clients, taking great delight in teasing them with interactive stories of feminisation and games of humiliation, both public and private. I usually dressed for the role they requested, even though they would never see me. But now I spent a few minutes holding and studying one of my favourite, older outfits. Tight. Leather. It screamed domination. I started to get ready for my work before the computer, aware I was essentially a shut- in. That I had been that way for too long. I slid stockings up my long, smooth legs and elegantly fastened them with the suspenders. I put on the leather skirt and paired it with a lace basque, that emphasised my breasts, the scar be damned. I fixed my blonde hair and completed my look with dark make-up. It wasn't about what I was wearing. It was about an attitude. I put on my highest heels and stood before the mirror once more. I didn't see the scar. I saw the strong, empowered woman I used to be. My name is Mistress Brianna.

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LYNSEY'S GAME Lynsey was bored one night, which isn't the best reason for your life to changecompletely. But then, she didn't realize how far it would go or how much shewould lose. Lynsey was a pretty ordinary young woman, in her twenties. Her parents hadspent a lot of money educating her, so she'd gone to University, learned amarketable skill, and then, well lubricated by family money and family contacts,she'd slid right into a well paying career. Nothing too extraordinary, butcomfortable....

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The SissyGirly Game

The Sissy-Girly Game by SissyKimmy1 Chapter 1 - Let's Play Ballerina I couldn't believe this was happening to me. I was still in shock. It was all my little sister's fault. She was always a little bitch but now she had ruined my life completely. I never thought she would take it this far. I couldn't believe she wouldn't come clean and tell our parents the truth. She was following behind me snickering as we approached my new home. My father rang the doorbell. "Dad! You...

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The Game

Eileen had texted me earlier in the day. “Game night tonight. 8. Coming?” My text was sent almost immediately, and without much forethought: “Yes.” At eight sharp, I knocked on Eileen’s door. The afternoon had been spent wondering what game she had for me this evening. I wondered how she would be dressed. I wondered whether this game would be as exciting and enjoyable as our previous games have been. It’s a strange relationship, what I have with Eileen and its nights like this that have me...

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SRU The Game

Spells R Us: The Game By Morpheus ([email protected]) 26 Jan 98 This story was created after I wondered what would have happened had the game Jumanji come from the Old Man. I make no claim to the idea, but simply tell a story of a magical game. Donny had just seen a new store in the mall named Spells R Us, which he thought was odd, since when he went in, the store seemed to sell all sorts of odds and ends, rather than magic tricks like the name suggested. He'd walked in...

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Vacation Pool Game

A while back, we were on vacation. It was the last night of our trip so we went out to have a nice casual dinner, nothing dressy. I had on jeans and a collared shirt and Stacy had on some pants and a regular button-up shirt.We walked from our hotel to a restaurant around the corner and had a nice dinner with a few drinks (that always helps). We had started the evening early at around 6:00. By the time we finished dinner, it was still early, around 7:30-ish. On the way back, we noticed a nice...

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Silver Slugger the Sixth Game

Mary Catherine McMillian sat in owner’s box in the eighth inning of the Sixth Game. Her boys fought hard during this championship series, they won the first two games at home, lost three on the road, and now they were poised to claim the Sixth Game at home. If they made it to Game Seven, anything could happen. But they were three outs away, after her team finished hitting in this inning, and had a two run lead to protect. Another run or two would be nice: no cushion was big enough. Her friend,...

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The Grim ReaperChapter 12 The Perfect Game

I couldn’t take any more days off that summer. My time with Kelly was restricted to evenings and weekends, which was probably a good thing, at least as regards to my health. Keeping up with her appetite for sin was tiring! She might kill me, but I’d die with a smile on my face. I did speak to Dad about a temporary dock, and he nixed it, at least for this year. “One, it’s not as easy as you think, or as cheap, or as quick. You won’t get it done, at least not done right, until the end of the...

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The Dating Game Part 1 The Inner Game

Hey to you all, what's up?... :)I promised to you all something, and a promise is a promise, so...welcome to the first (and most important) part of my "program" of the dating game, meaning how you can date and have as many women as you want, as well as any woman you want. Also, a deal is a deal so, although I'll share to you information worth 1 billion dollars, I'll do it for you totally free. ;)Now, let's get it started...Have you ever wondered why women react differently while getting...

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Caught in the Storm Chapter 5 Prelude to a New Game

Caught in the Storm Chapter 5 - Prelude to a New Game [Author's Note: I didn't intend for this to be an "anticipation" chapter, but it sorta worked that way. I generally write the situations in my head first and let the story unfold naturally as I write it, to try and give as much agency to the characters themselves. Sometimes that leads where I expect, sometimes it doesn't. This time, it didn't, and it wound up giving a juicy little prelude to the game itself, and allowed for...

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The Cheating Game

It was a game we played, and nothing more. Some flighty teases here, some forbidden glimpses there, dropping my purse and bending over, making sure my short dress rode up to reveal more of creamy thighs and butt cheeks than considered proper or allowing greedy, foreign hands to linger on my body far too long, all that was part of the secret, thrilling game we used to play whenever we were spending evenings mingling with ‘society’. These games, they always ended with Paul’s arms encircling me...

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Junior Year Part IIIChapter 26 Gold Medal Game

“You ready to learn something today?” Coach Way asked. He and I were in center field, and Coach Short was hitting balls to me. “Of course,” I said with a sideways look. “Here’s something I bet no one has ever told you,” he said, ready to lay some wisdom on me. “Have you ever been unsure whether or not a line-drive ball will drop in front of you?” There were times when that could be tricky. I just nodded in response. “Use the bill of your cap to help judge it. If the ball’s below the bill...

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Senior Year Part IChapter 24 Away Game

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END GAME

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The Perfect Game

Over the years, because of the many articles and stories that were written about my gaming prowess, the press anointed me with absurd sobriquet of The Gaming Master. It was reported, somewhat erroneously, that I had never lost a game of any sort, whether it was a board game, video game or sports. In truth my prowess at sports was limited, but I had indeed mastered most other forms of gaming. And my prowess along with my celebrity became the wellspring of my rather considerable fortune....

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Charity Graduates 4 The Big Game

The year was now 1990 and the eighties were officially over. Big hair would stubbornly cling to life for a couple more years, but it was in it’s death throes. Cassette tapes were going the way of the dinosaur and cd’s were the big new thing. And I was half a year away from graduating . The rest of the year was mostly sedate for the most part; Beeder’s departure for some reason took the winds out of our wildness. Don’t get me wrong, I was still fucking up a storm every weekend. But gone...

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Charity Graduates 4 The Big Game

Introduction: Go Cougars! Charity Jones here again, sending you back in the time tunnel to the sexploits of my wonderfully misspent youth. The year was now 1990 and the eighties were officially over. Big hair would stubbornly cling to life for a couple more years, but it was in its death throes. Cassette tapes were going the way of the dinosaur and cds were the big new thing. And I was half a year away from graduating . The rest of the year was mostly sedate for the most part, Beeders...

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Its Just A Game

"Yo dude let's get a ranked game going. I wanna rank up to Global already, I'm almost there!" Zeke's squeaky voice cheered through his headset. "Bruh. You and me both," Kane replied through his mic. "I swear to god if we end up with shitty teammates again." "Boys do you want anything to eat or drink?" a woman's voice called down from upstairs. Zeke moved his headset off his head. "No thanks mom we're good!" "Okay have fun you two!" Zeke put the headset back on and moved his...

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The Game

game of porn April is one of those months that makes you feel like you can never make any plans, since the weather could be anywhere from freezing your ass off cold, to boiling your nuts in oil, hot.Looking outside, today looked like it was one big horrible April Fool's day joke on the entire city.Though winter was officially supposed to be over more than a week ago, the first of April showed up with a rude surprise for anyone hoping to get anywhere. The streets were covered in a thick coating...

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Lacy and the Poker Game

She could hear the five men in the next room anteing up, raising and folding as the regular Thursday night poker game heated up. They had been meeting like this for over a year, most of the time at the Morley house because the other wives didn't seem to understand the importance of this male bonding thing. Lacy didn't mind, the guys were always nice, they never made too big a mess and they always were genuinely appreciative of the way she would bring them beer so they wouldn't have to...

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Lacy and the Poker Game

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The Perfect Game

The Perfect Game By nanomage Loosing the Division championship was the lowest day of my life, at least I thought so then. That night I sat in the corner of the country club hall at the party thrown by a few alumni of Jefferson High. No one was in a mood to party at all, I guess the teams that had loosing seasons have the consolation of just not being good enough, but nothing bites more than being second best. Instead of partying I replayed in my mind, then as I have done a...

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Game On No Game

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The Worlds First Futas Daughters 01 Futas First Naughty Birthday Chapter 2 Danielles Naughty Birthday Game

Chapter Two: Danielle's Naughty Birthday Game By mypenname3000 Copyright 2018 July 22nd, 2037 – Danielle Carter “A naughty party game?” Adelia Tash asked, the caramel-skinned talk show host leaning towards me. I sat closest to her on my loveseat, my half-sister Bethany beside me with Leah on the other side of her. On the opposite side of Adelia was another love seat on which set my other three half-sisters. Christina, Rebecca, and Lola sat there along with Lola's new wife, Jen. “Oh, it...

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The Penal Game

The Penal Game Inspired by the Bimbo or Billionaire stories on mcstories.com, originally by TheHandsThatLead (for example, https://mcstories.com/BimboOrBillionaire/BimboOrBillionaire2.html). Ross was the latest unwilling contestant on the new hit game show, The Penal Game. With all of the advances in nano technology in recent years, it wasn't long before the state put those advances to use in pacifying the masses and meting out punishments. Now, certain criminals could...

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The Numbers Game

The past weeks had been terrible. My wife Suzie – well I should say ex-wife at that point – and I had just passed through all that divorce crap. It had taken us several months to get it all settled. It felt as if we had wasted more time fixing all that rights-stuff than during our three years of marriage . Well, at last it was over yet but I didn't really know how to feel about it. I couldn't say whether I was sad or happy or whatever... The only thing of which I was really pissed was the fact...

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Eroji 2 The Next Game

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