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Intro to Sissies VII: The Meting of the Punishment Part Two By latexslut Goddess Chanazene stood, glass in one hand, the ever present cigarette in the other. "Welcome, again, gurls. I trust you have all behaved. And for those of you that haven't, well, you get to spin the wheels." She did a slight bow, and the gurls in the temple began to clap, timidly. They had been taught to do so, but still, the meting of the punishments always brought something bad to someone, even if...
Intro to Sissies VIII: The Meting of the Punishment Part Three By latexslut John Phillips felt, more than saw, over one hundred pairs of eyes, turn and look at him. He was looking at Goddess Chanazene, and the ladies of color on either side of her. sissyspikes diminishing wailing was sliced off with the thunder of a very heavy door shutting. Chanazene smoked her smoke, sipped her wine, feeling a little woozy, a little upset at herself. Mistress Whip was getting out of line...
Intro to Sissies IX: The Meting of the Punishment Part Four By latexslut "Who's next," Goddess Chanazine demanded, looking at Mistress Satin knowingly. John Phillips stood there, on the stage, his ankles and toes hurting from the high heels he had been wearing for all of three hours. But somehow the stockings felt so very good, so sheer. He wanted to go back to his chair and be part of the audience, instead of here, but he hadn't been dismissed, so he didn't dare. His mind...
Intro to Sissies X: School, part 1 By latexslut John Phillips, groggy, felt himself being woken. Someone had unlatched the cuffs that had kept him bent during the long, so very long, evening. Someone smacked his hood, but it didn't hurt all that much. It just squashed the mucous of mayonnaise and sweat and fear around. The night had been long indeed. While bent over, uncomfortable, dead and silent and corseted and plugged, the heels hurting him, he had been whipped....
Intro to Sissies XI By latexslut "...now," Ms Orange announced, "your training begins." John Phillips stood still, and listened to his heart begin to beat faster. Sweat formed on his forehead and in his groin and butt, where the plug held in yesterdays come. He would obey, he would obey. In his entire life, he had never been whipped until yesterday and yesternight, and he had never even conceived of the pain it could bring. The first stroke hurt, and the second and the third....
Intro to Sissies XII Madam Magenta clicked towards John Phillips, swaying. Now She was awake and focused. John Phillips looked her in the eyes and saw that now She was excited. It was Her turn now. "Kiss me," She said. "Kiss me like man kiss me." Tottering on his heels, feeling the plug push out of him only to get pushed back in by the fat rubber strap, he leaned forward and touched her lips. They were coated with lipstick and lip gloss and he felt the softness of them even...
Authors note: I keep trying to end this, but it looks like there will be two more chapters. I suppose chapter 25 would be fitting. Then, I will edit and rewrite all of this and make it a single story. In the meantime though, another chapter. Thank you for reading. Thank you for comments... This one is nasty... This one is cruel... Intro to Sissy XXIII Joan's eyes beaded open, worried. Where am I? My head... oh, my fucking head. It hurts and I need to go the bathroom and...
Intro to Sissies XXIV: Sissy's End "Drink all of your breakfast, useless. You know you need your juice." Mandy had up ended the gallon jug of come juice and force fed it to Joan, and Joan was sucking it down as fast as she could. She hadn't really eaten in days, just a little come here and a lot of come there. Yesterday, Mandy had completely forgotten to give her her come juice, and last nights alcohol had hit her hard; her head hurt now. Joan was on her back, in reverse sissy...
Intro to Sissies XXV: Sissy Final The last chapter of, "The Total Sissification of John Phillips" By latexslut Home. His gate. His walkway. His grass. His flowers. And ahead, the massive front door to His house. He had made the money to buy it, live in it, love it. And now, under the full moon, it beckoned in bright shadows, darkly. The porch lights were off, the walkway lights were off. There were no lights on in the house, except for the ones in his and Marie's bedroom upstairs....
Intro to Femdom The Beginning It was normal day on the road. I was working out of the Los Angles office for couple weeks and I decided I needed to get away from the local staff. There was a local Mexican restaurant in the neighborhood which was nothing fancy but the food was good, it was one of those places you order at the counter and wait for your food. I headed there for lunch planning on getting a couple of enchiladas with all of the fixings and then taking it back to the office and eating...
This is a story of my family life. Family being, me, my wife Trish, and her daughters Tracy and Teri. We live a relatively open lifestyle as you will soon learn. I hope that you enjoy the accounts, and I welcome your comments and feedback. I never would have dreamed that I would be living the life I live today. In fact, my whole life has been filled with pleasant surprises and good fortune. I grew up as an only child in a comfortable middle class home in the Midwest. I went to college...
Chapter 1 If someone were to ask just who “she” was, I wouldn’t be able to answer, as I hadn’t the slightest clue. A hallucination? Some kind of angel? For the past five years, I would greet each morning with the last warm fingers of a dream clinging to my mind. I’d roll on my side, and lying next to me would be a girl of my age, but with beauty unmatched by anyone else on the planet. With liquid smooth skin as soft as ripe fruit, a complexion shade like that of molten bronze and...
This is a fictional story about the lifelong dream of 2 boys to fuck their moms. All the characters are fictional and strictly above 19. I prefer stories with a plot that gets us involved in the story, leading to sex, rather than stories with just wild sex. My stories are a bit lengthy and usually have everything like gay sex, lesbianism, threesomes, group sex, and mainly incest. Enjoy the story. You can give me feedback at [email protected] So far, we have seen how Rahul and...
IncestCan dreams come true? (The dream crystal) A man has dreams of being female, which become more and more realistic, with the help of the dream crystal. (If this seems a bit rough, it is because some of dreams are based on actual dreams I have had; p.s. it is only "autobiographical" in that sense.) --------------- I can't remember the exact details, but I am running in a forest and playing. Gradually I become aware that I am wearing a dress. A blue and white, frilly dress, with...
Dreamscape Conclusion By Diana Kimberly Heche Part 5: Dream Walker Fear, confusion and fraud. These were the three words, which had dominated my existence since I died in a car accident. Through cosmic happenstance, I emerged from a coma in the body of Lucy Maya. My second chance at life, so to speak, was not one of wonderment at the miracle of being given another crack at life, as one would expect. Quite the opposite. I tip toed through this life fearful more people...
Futurevision DreamScape: Chris and Sarah's Shared Reality. by BinaryFellow Summary: Chris and Sarah are hired to test a new revolutionary virtual reality technology being developed that will one day change the world. It's all fun and games until Sarah takes things too far, and the technology malfunctions. Author's Note: This is my first story ever. Please leave honest & constructive feedback. Consider this an open universe. Anyone may write stories about other characters that...
Want to get kinky at Fet Life? Never before have fetishes and kinks been as popular as they are today. I don’t know if it is because the invention of the internet has led to a greater level of transparency and communication when it comes to peoples’ deepest sexual desires or if it is because we are just becoming more open and accepting as a society. Or maybe it is something else altogether. Whatever the reason, more and more people are embracing their kinks, and it is a beautiful thing to...
Hookup SitesChapter 1- Falling They move across the dance floor, perfectly fitted to each other. Cheek to cheek they dance. To the music they sway. He in black tux, bow tie and all, she in a crimson gown, fitted embroidered bodice, with a flowing floor length skirt, showing off all the assets she was given in life. Her long auburn hair is piled high upon her head, soft curls floating around her face. Together they dance. Not noticing anyone else in the room. No one else exists. Their hearts beat...
NovelsHello little sissy. Do you still remember me? You don’t do you poor thing. Allow me to refresh your memory. Last night I saw you at a bar you looked so shy and a little awkward so I approached you. We talked for a little while and I immediately came to the conclusion that you would make a great sissy, so I d**gged your drink. No stop that little sissy you won’t make it out the bondage you should embrace it, it is what you are meant to be. You must have so many questions. But since I don’t like...
Author's note to reader: This is a sequel to the multi- part, completed, story "Dreamscape". Knowledge of that story will make this a much more comfortable read. Beyond Dreamscape Part 1 by Diana Kimberly Heche Part 1: Magic, Malevolence and Malarkey He looked at the face of his watch glowing dimly in the darkness: quarter to eleven. The snoring told Arnie Williamson the man who slept above him was finally asleep. The former bus driver moved quietly off his bunk...
I was one of those who romanticized the whole event. Post-apocalyptic, less than a percent of all humans alive, that was the dream. As the saying goes, be careful what you wish for, you might just get it. For it happened. This is where our story takes place. Magick is what people call it. As one of those who worked on making them, I know that this is not Magick. It’s nanotech. Teeny tiny machines, living off of the world, the humans and the animals. All things that weren’t ‘compatible’ got...
Luckily, my warriors were in position and I signaled them to loose a volley of arrows. From my vantage point, I saw a half-dozen men and women fall as iron tips pierced hide and flesh and shattered bone. A big man carrying a shortsword—probably the village chief—took an arrow in the collar, roaring in pain as he fell backwards. A woman staggered drunkenly with an arrow in her throat, vomiting blood all over her hide top. As the villagers stood transfixed, a second volley fell, striking...
My family was middle class mutt of a family. My mom brought two daughters and one son, Tammy, Lilly, and Teddy, or “Tee” as we call him, into the marriage; she had with my dad, and they had two, my brother and me. My full brother’s name is Ken, and I’m Sam. My dad was an accountant and a part-time college professor at the local community college, and my mom stayed at home as a housewife. We were all dragged to church every Sunday and when we became of age we were allowed to choose whether or...
normal looking and behaving. I am 5' 6" 150lbs, good build (no fat), brown hair/eyes moustache. From the time I was 11 or 12, and started to notice my more frequent desires... i was hooked on woman who wore stillettos or very high heels. I later became attracted to what I was told, by a woman, were CFMP's. It all started with a my next door neighbor. My window faced her back yard. She was divorced and had two children, both younger than me. I was 11. I had just really...
There wasn't much to the long drive to this place, but from the lack of sleep and the cramped quarters of the vehicle she felt all too happy to get out and stretch her muscular and lean legs. They were wrapped in a pair of tight denim jeans with a pair of heavy construction boots to finish the look. She kicked her legs out and energetically stretched--reaching her hands down her legs and bending over vertically to touch the ground in an incredibly suggestive manner. The guard, without a...
I had known a smallest 20 something guy in Japan. He had come to my English school to check out lessons, but decided not to sign up, but I kept running into him on the train. I assumed he was gay, but later found out that he wasn't - he wanted an American girlfriend - so I just assumed he was gay and didn't know it yet. A couple of months passed, and during the summer holiday when the country all but shuts down he showed up at my doorstep. I was surprised to see him, and invited him in for a...
It was a warm spring day , I had been in town looking at the sexy display of women in their short skirts… I headed for a quiet public toilets to relieve my 18 year old cock whilst reading the dirty stories written on the walls. I was in one of the two cubicles with stiff 7and 3 quarter inch cock in hand when suddenly a bare leg started to slide under the partition wall into my cubicle…. and before I realised what was happening ….. I found myself staring at my first erect cock apart from mine....
It was the year I graduated from high school. I had been horribly sheltered. My parents were very strict and religious. I had been controlled and told what to think my whole life. This was my big chance. I was doing orientation at the college I had chosen. I was terribly nervous and wanted to make a good impression. I wore my prettiest skirt with the flowers on it and brushed glossy brown hair. I put just a dab of pink lipstick on and I looked at myself in the mirror. I studied my reflection. I...
It's your first year as a grad student at the University. Since you're new you've been stuck with the more undesirable lab teaching assignments, namely freshman Biology. One of your sections is the evening lab, which no one wanted but you've found works well with your schedule. And at least spring semester is almost over, with finals happening the following week. As you're about the start tonight's lab, one of your students raises her hand. "John, are you going to let us know what our labs...
One of the perks of having a long term partner is the possibility to explore your own kinks, finding your likes and dislikes and to be introduced to new deviance's. I don’t know about you, but I always like to push my limits a bit further, expanding my horizons. There are certain things you just don't discuss or do with a one night stand or with a man, you've just met, unsure, where that particular relationship is going yet. So we tend to start off vanilla and only after a while, when that...
MedicalWell, since I don't have any real content to upload, I figured I'd share something on here. So I think I'll start posting stories of my past, my overly active, sometimes stupidly stupid past sexual experiences. They won't be regular posts, i.e. there won't be a schedule to them, and they probably won't be in any kind of order. I'll just post them as I'm inspired to recount them. All are true, some things have been changed to "protect the innocent". I'm in my early 40ies-ish so the vast majority...
God, it had been ages since I'd been to the beach. I'd driven along the coast a couple times a year over the last decade but had always been too busy to spend a day at the beach. Now I had all the time in the world and I intended to spend much more time out here. In my early twenties this was my usual weekend haunt. That's a story in itself and one worth telling. I guess I should tell that one first so I'll come back to the beach after I tell you how I got to the beach. Never mind, just keep...
It all happened when i was in primary school, misbehaving again with another 2 school friends.Tristian and Bill were 2 of my closet friends i spend plenty of time with them in my later years of primary school.We were around the age of 11 and Bill came from a large catholic family with older sisters and brothers. One day we had misbehaved again and the teachers had arranged for us to clean up the music / drama room as punishment.The teacher explained that all the instruments and equipment had...
I’ve been asked to share this encounter I had. Am I proud of it. But as my wife says, while I remain locked in chastity, there will be many times it does not matter at all what I desire. Except my desire to serve and OBEY.I told my wife it hurts being locked in chastity. She said stop your whining. You’re a male. You don’t know what pain is. I bet, under the right circumstances, that you can handle much more than you could ever imagine.Later on she decided to prove her point. She contacted my...
Chapter 13 John Phillips stood there, in his high heels, stockings and the oversized plug pushing in and out of him, slightly dazed from his incredible orgasm, watching as time changed its pace from slow motion to incredible, blinding speed. He felt his cock drip one last drop of semen. He thought he heard it land on the tiled floor with a dull splat. He clenched his sphincter to push the plug out of him, and the rubber strap pushed it back into him. There was no relief...
Trapped! Trapped into tears and despair. Trapped into losing his life, his body, and now, slowly, but quickly, his identity. It had only taken a week, he thought, to make me into something else. A slut, a sissy, a skank. He had hardly known these words before, except as an insult, a passing mention of someone else. He had barely even conceived these true notions, concepts until a couple of months ago. He had been on the Internet, researching lingerie. Victoria's Secret was...
"Spit!" "Spit my come out now!" Mistress Mandy declared. She hit him lightly. John Phillips, aka Joan Useless, aka sissy useless, heard. Reluctantly, he drooled out Mandy's come onto the tiled floor. He knew he would have to suck it up later. A little bit of it dribbled down his chin and onto his leather dress. Drip. "Two minutes," Mandy said. "Any last questions?" He looked up at her, mind scramble, "Why would Marie do this do me? That's so much money, no one could spend...
He tottered out, in his thigh high boots, leather skirt, lame' blouse, under which you could just see the plastacene bra and his corset, his gorgeous make up, lovely tousled hair, feeling the plug try to push out of him, his loins pent up, his eyes with those silly blue contact lenses announcing as slut rolling around; his double ropes of gold, his necklace with the lipstick dangling around... He swirled his hair and met a wall. Of sullenness. Mistress Satin was leaning there against...
"Wake up, Joan." Mandy opened the cage, standing before him, wearing the same whites of yesteryear. He raised his eyes groggily. He had slept hard in his cage, but soft in his dreams, thinking of rabbits and hares and Bunny. Bunny. He crawled out. "Crawl to the bathroom, hon. Let's get you enemaed out and freshened. You have a long day ahead of you." Joan Phillips reached to touch his breasts, but they were covered in plasticene. When did I fall asleep? Where am I? Oh, Christ,...
Shunk! Hiss pa baa Shunk! Hiss pa baa Shunk! Hiss pa baa. Joan useless sissy had heard it grow, that din. The mirrored elevators had gone down and down, rattling. Some of the mirrors were chipped, most were grimy, and the cameras were still there. This is a different elevator, he thought. Mistress Satin and Ms Mandy had chatted, kissed and occasionally spared him a glance, or a word. As he stood there, trying to breathe in the new corset, touching the plasticene under the...
Author's note: This is a boring chapter - no kinks, just deep think. I keep trying to end this story, at least part one, but one thing leads to the next. The party, of course, will be the end of part one. And that's finally getting closer. PS. Thank you for the comments. The advice is accepted and taken, but one thing I can't change is the grammar. If the grammar is wrong, it's actually meant to be wrong. Believe it or not. The whole series is first draft, but I do review it before...
Joan Phillips saw a tear fall from Mistress Satin's eye, even as her song faded and the lights dimmed and the doors opened and the noise from the street and the men that had been waiting, entered. They met eyes, briefly, and then Mistress Satin looked away, walking off the stage, looking tired, vulnerable. He wanted to go to her and comfort her, but he was beneath her station, the pecking order; she was like a colonel, while he was but a private. He grimaced. I am in the sissy army, he...
I was gone for 7 days. When I returned, my wife was happy to see me, but it was weird, she was sexier than ever. She wanted me, and even began asking questions about bondage and my cross dressing, which up till now had been taboo. All week she would get me excited, started, not let me touch her but would end by giving me amazing oral six. The week went by and soon it was time for Halloween. One night, after the kids were asleep, my wife said, some friends are coming; I want you to...
In Aberdeen there is, or at least was until it closed, a club called The Metro.It was always linked to one main thing, what my friends called Grab-a-Granny. My mates and I always joked about being the youngest people thereBasically put this seemed to be the place that older folks would go. Sure younger people but. After a while my friends had stopped going there but I kept going.I did feel slightly self conscious about drinking on my own a few times but I used to blame it on a bad day at work.I...
It was a warm spring day , I had been in town looking at the sexy display of women in their short skirts... I headed for a quiet public toilets to relieve my 18 year old cock whilst reading the dirty stories written on the walls. I was in one of the two cubicles with stiff 7and 3 quarter inch cock in hand when suddenly a bare leg started to slide under the partition wall into my cubicle.... and before I realised what was happening ..... I found myself staring at my first erect cock apart from...
"Sweet dreams till sunbeams find you Sweet dreams that leave all worries behind you But in your dreams whatever they be Dream a little dream of me..." - Gus Kahn, Wilbur Schwandt and Fabian Andree A Life Ever Changing #43 Dream a Little Dream By Angel O'Hare Oh GEEZ! Barbara had a large manila envelope in her hands! She was smiling ear to ear and giggling as well! I knew what she had and I didn't like it much! Sylvia had given her some of the pictures! I made her promise...
This is not the story of how my mother, my sister, and I escaped that catastrophe, of how the starliner Pegasus II tried to escape the disaster into FTL only to be destroyed by debris, of our flight to and rendezvous at the lifeboats, of the 24-person lifeboat jettisoning with just the three of us aboard. There are at least a dozen such accounts from the 87 survivors from the Peg, and most, to be honest, are more compelling. This is not the story of the first tumultuous hours after the...
Mom and Dad had been planning to renew their vows that very evening, and Mom had arrived at the lifeboat directly from the station where she had been shopping and getting made up for the ceremony. She was already in her white dress, tight around her torso to accentuate her remarkable figure but flowing in the skirt to give her an ethereal look. She wore white stockings underneath, the lacy tops barely visible where the skirt had ridden up. Like the rest of us, she was shoeless, probably...
PART 1 Them fuckin’ Armed Services get all the credit, but who gets their asses blown out of the water to get them their crap, for chrissake? Us fuckers in the Merchant Marine, that’s who. Goddamn sub-bait. And then they don’t send nobody to fish us out. Goddamn Krauts. Goddamn war! Cookie bobbed in his lifejacket and watched his ship disappear, a sorry excuse for a vessel, to be sure, but nonetheless, his ship. Sailors deep-six all the time, the risk they signed on for, perhaps. Bad luck,...
Part 1 of a multi-parter. Dreamscape 1 By Diana Kimberly Heche No, this isn't right! None of this is. I stopped in mid bite, then chewed the pancakes more slowly, straining my senses to search for the qualities that I loved in them so well. Nothing. It was not that they were bland in the traditional sense, they were completely devoid of taste altogether. Impossible. I picked up the glass of orange juice and brought the pulpy liquid to my nose, inhaling vigorously for a...
Part 4: Beyond Dreamscape By Diana Kimberly Heche No one heard from Alex at all these days, not even Lucy. That is why she was surprised to hear his voice on the other end when she picked up the line. "Lucy?" he asked this almost tentatively as if he'd forgotten her voice. His sounded hoarse. "Yes, Alex. It's good to hear from you again." She was unsure how to respond to her brother now, only hoping he was having one of his lucid episodes. There haven't been many of those in...
Water rushes in to meet her toes, wiggling things in the sand, petite and pretty. A wistful sigh escapes her as she turns her eyes to the horizon and wonders once more where he might be? What he might be doing? Her Dreamer. Does he think of her like she does him, she wonders. Does the night caress him with the softest brush of its lips, the darkness creep over his skin all shadows and longing and prickle his flesh with a kiss? She smiles as she closes her eyes and turns her face into the...
Love StoriesFor many years I have tried to come up with a technique to construct and experience erotic encounters and stories, using only the power of my mind while in a conscious state. This essay will introduce the concept of Erotic Daydreaming, describing what exactly it is, what its objectives are and how it compares to alternative methods of fantasy-immersion that are currently available. WHAT IS EROTIC DAYDREAMING Erotic dreaming is the act of putting yourself in a daydream-like state to create...
August 18, 2000, Colorado Springs, Colorado I woke on Friday morning amused by the dream I’d had... “Is there anything else I can do for you, Mr. Adams?” she asked with a very enticing smile. “I suppose that depends,” I replied. “On?” “Whether or not you have a second set of sheets.” She laughed, “I would have thought given the state of the bed, you wouldn’t have much energy left.” “I’ll take a nap,” I grinned. “My shift ends at 1:00am; I could bring the sheets then.” She left, then...
Dreamscape III By Diana Kimberly Heche Part 3: Kirk, Janet and Betty I pulled into the parking lot a full 45 minutes early and sat in my car. I needed to get my mind around the idea that I was actually going to work. Never had I been this nervous reporting to a job, but never have I done so in a body, which was not mine. Craig Morton, my former self, was an advertising executive at the tender age of twenty-five - a well established wunderkind with a reputation throughout...
Beyond Dreamscape Part 2: Kaetlin, Jack, and the Driver By Diana Kimberly Heche "Where am I?" The gentle faced red haired woman stood up at the sound of Jack Wallace's voice. She smiled upon him kindly, but her eyes could not conceal the concern. "You're in a hospital room Jack, you had a small accident. You fell off of the ladder when you were cleaning the gutters and were out for awhile." Jack Wallace lay in bed, he had raised his arms off of the bed, opening and...
Dave reached the top of the stairs and walked down the hallway towards the room occupied by Katherine and Jennifer. He knocked on the barely closed door before he walked inside. Jennifer and Katherine were still cuddled together but Katherine appeared to be more relaxed. They both looked at Dave questioningly. He smiled and answered their implied question, "He was gone when I got down there." Both girls looked relieved. Dave continued, "The party has pretty well broken up. There are only...
“That’s one pound fifty change, and your band. Pool closes in twenty-five minutes.” “Do I need to wear this?” The receptionist had given me a blue band such as one would receive at a gig. “Yes, the lifeguard will need to see it,” she replied. The receptionist was a petite girl, blonde hair sitting on her shoulders, wearing the supplied blue polo shirt all the staff wore. For a petite girl she had an impressive cleavage, pushing at the buttons on her shirt. I thought I’ll just show it to the...
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