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I was just entering my prearranged destination. It was 11 pm and just before I paid the admittance fee, I stopped to look at myself in the mirrored walls. Reflected before me was a sexy, if a little sluttish looking woman in her thirties. The only discrepancy being that I was actually a 37-year-old man, happily married and, here at the precise instruction of the woman I loved and was married to. She had returned home a day early, from a trip to her sister’s place, in the country.
What she found as she walked in, was her husband wearing her underwear and, fully made up to boot. She insisted that, if I wanted to remain married to her, I would agree to dress up for her, whenever and wherever she instructed me to. I was flabbergasted and truly lost for words. I didn’t want to lose her but I knew she could be a vindictive cow, when she wanted. I agreed meekly to this arrangement, which is why I am here, about to enter a transvestite club on the Earls Court Road, fully transformed into my female persona, Pip. In my hand I hold a sheet of paper and, have instructions that I must show it to anyone that I speak to, once inside the club.
Cuck, Chastity, Femdom/Feminisation.(If I get enough good feedback I will supply parts 3-4)(Also very interested in writing bespoke stories to whatever specification the reader desires. Leave a message detailing your kinks/character names & desired situations and I’ll get back to you. No Under 18 stuff, it’s ridiculous but in Britain you can apparently be punished for fictional thought crimes. Orwell was right!)Part 2A few more hours pass, it is difficult to tell how long; the endorphins...
The Feminisation of Michael. Chapter 7 I settled in at Stanmore House quickly and Sam helped a lot and we would spend most days together with her showing me around the estate. I soon persuaded Sam to wear prettier things and we were often seen., me blonde, her brunette, rushing around giggling in little floral dresses. Alternatively we would ride the beautiful horses in our jodhpurs and white lace blouses. I got very fond of a jet black horse called “Star” that moved like a racehorse. It...
The Feminisation of Michael. Chapter 6 The taxi dropped me off at a top hotel in London. I checked in as Miss Michaela Wilson. My new name! I had credit cards and bank account details sorted out when I was in hospital so had a purse full of plastic! A bit like I now had a bra full as well! After the porter had left me alone in my suite of rooms I just collapsed onto my bed. What an amazing few months I thought. This is now the start of a new life as a totally new person, in every way! As...
The Feminisation of Michael. Chapter 4 Sue had replenished my wardrobe again with new work clothes and had taken the secretary theme to heart! The skirt suits had been replaced with pencil skirts and pencil dresses. The blouses had been supplemented further with lace and ruffle fronted blouses. There were also several ribbed tight fitting cardigans in black, red and various pastel shades. I put on a black lace, slightly padded bra and matching panties along with suspender belt, as I now was...
The Feminisation of Michael. Chapter 3 I endured the rest of the afternoon with continued suppressed sniggers and laughter. I was glad when 5.00pm came and I buttoned up my jacket and put my handbag over my shoulder and left with a big sigh of relief. Sue was waiting outside in the car. “Hi Michaela,” she greeted me. “How did it go honey?” she beamed. “Fucking awful!” I blurted out. I was close to tears. “Just drive!” “I hear they put you on that secretarial course honey. That will be...
The Feminisation of Michael. Chapter 5 I found out later that I had been in a coma for two months. I was unrecognisable and unconscious but still just alive. I remember waking up and being totally lost and I didn’t feel like me. Sue was there when I woke and the memory of her face returned as did the events of the run up to that fateful night. When I first woke, I couldn’t feel anything from my neck down and wondered if indeed I was paralysed. I felt the lace of a nightdress and looked down...
A Story Of FeminisationCHAPTER 1I was just entering my prearranged destination. It was 11 pm and just before I paid the admittance fee, I stopped to look at myself in the mirrored walls. Reflected before me was a sexy, if a little sluttish looking woman in her thirties. The only discrepancy being that I was actually a 37-year-old man, happily married and, here at the precise instruction of the woman I loved and was married to. She had returned home a day early, from a trip to her sister's...
The Feminisation of Davy Yet Another Story of Lingerie and Corsets Part One (I think that the front part of this story is missing, if you have it please send it to fictionmania.tv) Early the next afternoon Aunt arrived, laden with bags and boxes. At her direction, I carried part of them to the room she was to occupy and the rest to my own. By then I thoroughly regretted my bargain with her but I was determined to stick with it so that they would have no opportunity to laugh at...
Cuck, Chastity, Femdom/Feminisation.(If I get enough good feedback I will supply parts 3-4)(Also very interested in writing bespoke stories to whatever specification the reader desires. Leave a message detailing your kinks/character names & desired situations and I’ll get back to you. No Under 18 stuff, it’s ridiculous but in Britain you can apparently be punished for fictional thought crimes. Orwell was right!)Part 1.I serve my mistress, holding the stockings and heels. She sits on the...
Feminisation: I was the son of a man's man. My Dad had set up his own business, which had to be different from the business his father had set up. His father was also a proudly "self-made man". I didn't know it then but Dad was the sort of man people these days call a domineering father. I knew nothing else. I just called him Dad. At home my Dad commanded and the rest of us did what we were told. My home was very much a man's house as apart from my Dad I had two brothers. Dad,...
The Feminisation of Michael. Chapter 7 I settled in at Stanmore House quickly and Sam helped a lot and we would spend most days together with her showing me around the estate. I soon persuaded Sam to wear prettier things and we were often seen., me blonde, her brunette, rushing around giggling in little floral dresses. Alternatively we would ride the beautiful horses in our jodhpurs and white lace blouses. I got very fond of a jet black horse called “Star” that moved like a racehorse. ...
CrossdressingThe Feminisation of Michael. Chapter 6 The taxi dropped me off at a top hotel in London. I checked in as Miss Michaela Wilson. My new name! I had credit cards and bank account details sorted out when I was in hospital so had a purse full of plastic! A bit like I now had a bra full as well! After the porter had left me alone in my suite of rooms I just collapsed onto my bed. What an amazing few months I thought. This is now the start of a new life as a totally new person, in every way! ...
CrossdressingThe Feminisation of Michael. Chapter 5 I found out later that I had been in a coma for two months. I was unrecognisable and unconscious but still just alive.I remember waking up and being totally lost and I didn’t feel like me. Sue was there when I woke and the memory of her face returned as did the events of the run up to that fateful night.When I first woke, I couldn’t feel anything from my neck down and wondered if indeed I was paralysed. I felt the lace of a nightdress and looked...
CrossdressingThe Feminisation of Michael. Chapter 4 Sue had replenished my wardrobe again with new work clothes and had taken the secretary theme to heart! The skirt suits had been replaced with pencil skirts and pencil dresses. The blouses had been supplemented further with lace and ruffle fronted blouses. There were also several ribbed tight fitting cardigans in black, red and various pastel shades. I put on a black lace, slightly padded bra and matching panties along with suspender belt, as I now...
CrossdressingThe Feminisation of Michael. Chapter 3 I endured the rest of the afternoon with continued suppressed sniggers and laughter. I was glad when 5.00pm came and I buttoned up my jacket and put my handbag over my shoulder and left with a big sigh of relief. Sue was waiting outside in the car. “Hi Michaela,” she greeted me. “How did it go honey?” she beamed. “Fucking awful!” I blurted out. I was close to tears. “Just drive!” “I hear they put you on that secretarial course honey. That will be better I...
CrossdressingMichael had worked as my general handyman around the house for at least ten years. He was a quiet soul, softly spoken, very much old school and so,so incredibly polite. I had never ever let him know of my passion for alternative kinky play, I didn’t think he needed to know however, certain items in the laundry room must of caught his attention at some time over the years he had worked for me..but, dear Michael, the polite gentleman that he was, had never ever said a word…he just carried...
My parents were away for a week so I was left at home with my step sister Jodie to be in charge. I felt nervous and self conscious with her elegant beauty, sophisticated fashion and her slim dark body opposed to my pale White one. She had always been kind since my dad married her mum but there was a large age gap between us and often we didn't talk so it was to great shock when she said she wanted a word with me in her room, the first thing I noticed was her astounding beauty, large breasts and...
It all started as just a game. i logged into a forced feminization chat room and portrayed myself as a slave being punished by my Mistress. Saying She had instructed me to enter this room for 5 minutes and obey any command given to me. It seemed harmless and exciting. How stupid could i have been. Instantly i began getting messages for me to strip and show my ass and my face in various poses. There was one in particular who led the show. He forced me to put on lots of makeup and lingerie and...
I was just entering my prearranged destination. It was 11 pm and just before I paid the admittance fee, I stopped to look at myself in the mirrored walls. Reflected before me was a sexy, if a little sluttish looking woman in her thirties. The only discrepancy being that I was actually a 37-year-old man, happily married and, here at the precise instruction of the woman I loved and was married to. She had returned home a day early, from a trip to her sister's place, in the country. What she...
TransMaisy is fictional, but all other characters in this story are real, their videos and stories can be found at: https://xhamster.com/users/leah19911991Max was always getting beaten up at school for not being quite like the other boys - during games he couldn't run, refused to jump and was barely able to stand still whilst they kicked him between the legs.As a teenager, he loved to totter around his bedroom in his sister's high heels and tie-sided bikini bottoms strangling his pathetic excuse for...
(These poems have all been posted elsewhere on the internet, years ago, but I decided to string some together to partly tell a story.) I had dated Jackie David perhaps a half-dozen times before we went dancing. I had found her more and more attractive each time, but had gone slow with her in the hope of building something solid in the way of a relationship - since she seemed to have more substance than any woman I had dated for some time. But the night that we danced I...
During colleges I worked famous coffee shop, young and sexually active. I had crazy nights with plenty of young college age coworkers, but one in particular she had a boyfriend for a few years and was pretty wild but she never cheated on him. After one day she cracked and we became like rabbits almost every other day,we fine any opportunity to be alone... Fast forward 6 years into the futer... I just broke up a 4 year long relationship and I came back to my old stomping grounds, I was at my...
you were sitting on the couch watching me undress. i unzip my pants and the back down, revealing my round, plump ass. you like that im wearing a lace thong, think its sexy. i took off my pants and bend over infront of you. i pulled the thing crotch to the side, exposing my hairy glistening pussy. you told me to pull my ass cheeks apart so you can check my holes. i followed as i was told. you ripped off my undies and proceeded to finger my holes. you slap my ass and told me to get on top of the...
When I was about eight, I loved to climb poles and ropes. I discovered that I got this extreme feeling of overwhelming pleasure in my pubic area when I climbed them. Then, I discovered I could duplicate that pleasure with my hand on my pecker. When I was nine, my mother found me jacking off in my bedroom and told me that it was a sin and I would go straight to Hell. She also said that I would go blind if I continued. I thought about it for a time but then decided I would continue until I needed...
For years, since I was around sixteen, I had the knack of convincing girls, and then women, that I could be trusted not to ever repeat what was revealed to me. This information gathering proved to be very useful over the years. I learned that the female gender needs to vent, and be listened to, their questions answered, but they don't want any advice, so I used this to my advantage. Once the word got passed around that I was a trusted soul with a lot of valuable information and a great...
I went home, got married and started a family, one every year until we reached six. This was enough for me. My wife originally wanted a dozen but she settled for half a dozen. I had a good job and got promoted quickly, mainly because my personality made me learn everything I could about the company. In eight years, I made it into management in charge of the company's production planning responsibilities. Throughout my working career, I liked to flirt, talk dirty, touch provocatively, and...
Hey, this is just the starting point of hopefully a bunch of crazy and erotic stories. Feel free to just skip this part and start by choosing a story path of your liking, wether it might be for reading or adding chapters. We would also like to encourage you to add your own stories, if you like. No matter how short or long, how explicit or tame. We could just end the introduction here, but we'd like to remind you that all characters that take part in any sexual action are grown ups, 18 years or...
Introduction: With Kates hot little tities out there I felt inspired. I have to say Pippa is so hot! As William stood in line at the convenient store checkout with his few items, he noticed that his girlfriend, Kate, was once again, on the front cover of a tabloid, this time for attending the Day-Glo Midnight Roller Disco. He had not seen the outfit that she worn for the event, but now that he had it was probably a good thing he didnt. Even looking at the pictures of her caused his cock to...
No, if he had seen her before the event, he would have probably ripped her clothing off and fucked her until she couldn’t walk, let alone skate. Knowing that he would see her soon, Will picked up the magazine and flipped through it, hoping to see more of Kate in that naughty outfit. Though the pictures of her did not disappoint, it was the pictures of Kate’s hot young sister, Pippa, that made Will become a little harder. Philippa Charlotte Middleton, better known as Pippa to her...
one I stood at the top of the stairs and listened for a moment, each word filling me with dread. "Are you sure she's ready to find out?" my wife said. Find out what? "It's what we've been working to," Pippa assured her. "Look, she works as a maid. She's got a job at Heather's salon. She waitresses down at the Riverside Inn." "I can't believe she used to be my-" Maggie began. "Honey, she must have wanted this as much as you wanted to give it to her," Pippa assured her....
‘I do like you looking after me and bringing me tea in bed, and your definitely going to do so in the future.’ Pippa was half smiling up at me as she sat in bed. After I had knocked and brought in the tea, and she had asked me to just wait a moment, while she sat up so that she could take it without spilling it. I stood there like a servant. Waiting while she sipped the tea. I could feel it… more games.. Pippa glanced over.. ‘Does it make you feel good being told to bring me tea in bed?’ I...
In the following chapters, there are a few words of Russian, presented phonetically in the Latin alphabet. Following the plot, it is not necessary to understand Nadiya's few words – Pippa, Cherry and CC don't know what she's saying either – but the general sense can be got from the context. Google Translate does not like the phonetic form much, but it is possible to get the meaning if you really want to. Pippa woke slowly, aware immediately of the slight form of Nadiya, warm in her...
Pippa woke slowly, disorientated at first. It was dark in the fore-cabin; the bed was harder than she was used to, but she was warm. 'Why am I awake?' She lay there as she caught up with herself. 'Of course. Serendipity. My sailing holiday. But it's dark, so why am I awake?' Quiet sounds of movement over her head, not enough to wake her, especially mixed in with all the usual sounds of a boat at anchor: water against the side of the boat, flowing past or waves lapping. The tapping of...
Pippa stirred, barely surfacing, in the small hours as CC left the bed; she was vaguely aware of wind screaming in the rigging and the grating of anchor-chain in the fairlead. She was restless then until CC returned, his skin chilled. She wrapped herself round him, able to relax and return to her deep sleep. CC, in his turn, was grateful for Pippa's furnace-like body heat. When she woke in the morning it was still gloomy in the cabin, despite being well after dawn. As her eyes focussed, she...
Education in the Henderson household had been something of a bone of contention. Marjorie Henderson, Pippa's mother, was a product of private schools, Conrad, her husband, of state schools. He believed the local state schools to be excellent, and that attendance there would provide Pippa with both a perfectly adequate preparation for university, and social experience that would better fit her for her future life than any private education. Marjorie Henderson, it has to be said, was something...
The skipper and crew of Serendipity slept well, catching up on their interrupted sleep. After a substantial breakfast, Cherry sent Pippa and CC off to buy supplies while she topped off diesel and water tanks and Nadiya tidied up below. The two of them then prepared a hot meal and Cherry checked the weather, clucking to herself at the report. As Pippa and CC walked towards the town, she curled her fingers into his. "I'm sorry about last night," she said, quietly. "Sorry about the noise,...
Serendipity got under way just after fifteen hundred. There was still the last of the incoming tide running, but with the moderate south-westerly wind, Pippa handled the wheel as CC and Nadiya handled the mooring lines. The sails slatted as Serendipity drifted backwards into the fairway, then paid off and began to sail; CC, Nadiya and, with guidance, Nathan, adjusted the set of the sails and the boat began moving relative to the quay in a close reach. As they bore away for the reach by the...
Two in the morning, Saturday the tenth of August, and about fifty miles off the coast at Hartlepool, Pippa and CC went below at the end of their watch. As before, CC let Pippa go first in the head. He fully intended, when she'd done, to use it himself then go to his own cabin. Not that he didn't like Pippa, or that he didn't like sleeping with her ... but rather that he was a little old-fashioned, and an old-fashioned gentleman, and didn't want to let Pippa drift into something deeper and...
It was not too often that Pippa, Mike's secretary managed a day off. She had been putting in a lot of hours lately and Andrew had noticed. He caught her leaving the office one evening at six o' clock. "Philippa!" "Yes Mr. Sellors." "The office closes at five. But you seem to think that our hours go on until six. I know there a lot to do with this exhibition coming up, but we can't have you getting tired on us, can we?" "I am not tired Mr. Sellors." "Are ye not?" Andrew had...
Phil Morton arrived as they were doing a harbour stow. "I was beginning to wonder if you were coming home," he said to Cherry. "Long story," she smiled. "Oh? Anyway, are you up for a weekend on Repertor?" "Sorry, Phil. There's some stuff I need to sort out. Should be available from the middle of next week, I hope." "Hmph. What about CC? Do you think he'd be up for Mate?" "I should say so. He's been a tower of strength. You'd better ask him, though; the last three weeks...
Pippa's bladder woke her, or she'd have slept late. There was just a hint of light as she felt her way to the heads and, once more, she was aware of the discreet sounds of Cherry's movements of the deck above. Finished with business, she pulled on shorts and made her way, barefoot, through the saloon to the cockpit and thence to the deck. It was cool in the pre-dawn twilight and the deck was wet with dew as she made her way forward, every sense somehow heightened. She sat on the damp...
As Serendipity headed out into the North Sea, two parties in black approached two houses in Suffolk. The original intention was to make a frontal approach, with Zoe and Goat playing the part of new blood; that would not now work. Instead, Alex, Bernie, Snoopy and Zoe made their way stealthily to the back of one house, and Chalky, Fatso, Dusty and Goat to the other. Each made sure of the Taser in one hand; Alex and Dusty of the lock-picks needed to gain access. The doors opened to them...
As I picked Pippa up from the armchair her mouth had fastened on mine like a love struck limpet. Our tongues delved into each other's mouths, sliding and slithering, as we gave ourselves over to the passion that had been building up since the day we had first met in the White Star cafe. Our teeth clashed; we gasped for air as we kissed, sucked, and licked. I carried her towards the staircase, in a rather ungainly fashion, her arms around my neck and her legs gripping around my waist like an...
Matt is lying in bed staring at the ceiling. He is really nervous and wondering if he can go through with this. His phone vibrates from a text message. It reads "I'm out front. Don't make me wait" Matt stands up and looks in the mirror. He is wearing a t-shirt and shorts. He takes a deep breath and grabs his wallet, cell phone, and keys. He goes outside and locks his door. There is a car waiting out front that he gets into. In the passenger seat is a approximately 30 year old woman, curvy and...
BDSMI was beginning to like the idea of coffee in bed as Pippa came in with my morning coffee and also carrying my boxers, “I found these on the floor next to the bed” she said with a grin, I looked her in the eye and told her I must have dropped them when I gave her a kiss goodnight which she seemed to accept, she did look good as I lay there in bed with the cover just about on my waist hiding the morning wood that lay beneath. She had put her night shirt back on but after a few glimpses told me...
I must say I didn’t sleep well overnight but after an early morning shower and a couple of cups of coffee I was good for the day ahead. The weather forecast was good for the weekend so another day of shorts was in order, I received a text from Alice telling me how excited Pippa was to be coming to stay and telling me that she forgot to pack her PJ’s and could I give her a T shirt to sleep in or something, I replied back telling her not to worry and that she was in good hands and that I was...
As they left Walton-on-the-Naze, Zoe and Alex Smith were, initially, silent. It was maybe half an hour later that Zoe spoke. "You can't keep me out of this," she said quietly but firmly. "I can't?" "I'm sure you want to, but you need me." It was some time – maybe ten minutes later – her husband responded; "I know. But, Zoe, sweetheart, I can't lose you." "No more can I lose you, darling. We're just going to have to be careful, aren't we?" Her husband's response was an...
I got to Pippa's house early as requested on the 16th. I still had her front door key and as I let myself in I heard music coming from the kitchen. It was in there that I met Sadie the Sluttish Sexpot, the only one of Pippa's alter egos I hadn't yet come across. "Hi Des" she said "My name's Sadie. Pippa has told me all about you; I've got your Bacardi and bitter lemon all ready." She spoke in a West Country accent which was not far removed from Wurzel's Somerset burr, but I...
I poked my head around the door to check on Pip as I went up to bed, bless her she was fast asleep and had kicked most of the covers off. I looked at her laying there on her stomach with her shirt ridden up and she had one leg up showing off her panties which were snuggled up her crack and a nice view of her puffy pussy between her legs, I was tempted but decided to let her get her rest and headed off to my room.I removed the robe as I always sleep naked and sat on my bed checking my phone when...
The world is full of history and great stories. From a very young age I sat and listened to them and let my mind show me. As I grew older and my magic made itself known I wrote the stories down. It did not matter what else I had to learn or do, the stories still took me away. I was eighteen when I had enough of other people telling me what to do and when. I thought long and then created a wagon like the travelers. I made a second wagon that carried a tent and lots of cushions and a huge rug....
Pippa the Teacher’s AssistantI’m a teacher’s assistant, and I’m 25, I’m having placement training before going into teaching full time after my graduation. I teach at the sixth form college, maths is my subject. My focus is on one young man in particular, Jack, he’s 18 and struggling with maths a little, he’s asked me to tutor him one on one, so that he can catch up, after breaking his leg badly last semester. So he made an appointment and now I’m waiting for him to show up. 2pm is the time and...
Sophie is Dominated and Feminised Part 1 by: Miss Sophie Hardy © Part 1 Submissive After several years of marriage I was the boss in our relationship, and I definitely wore the trousers. David would do anything I asked, and I often wondered if I could get him to wear the tights. He sometimes wore the odd item of female clothing if I pestered him to, but I wanted him to wear more than a blouse or panties every other month. I was very close to my Mother, and we told each other...
Fun with My Mother in Laws Sexy Feet In the 5 years since I first met my future Mother in Law Kathy, I had had many opportunities to admire her sexy feet in her support tights and had built up a nice collection of her tights, knickers, bras and even a pair of her shoes. Whenever I got the opportunity I would wear and wank into her soiled tights and knickers. Things had moved on and I had married my girlfriend and we had moved into our own place which meant that I was seeing less of Mother in...
Fun with My Mother in Laws Sexy Feet In the 5 years since I first met my future Mother in Law Kathy, I had had many opportunities to admire her sexy feet in her support tights and had built up a nice collection of her tights, knickers, bras and even a pair of her shoes. Whenever I got the opportunity I would wear and wank into her soiled tights and knickers. Things had moved on and I had married my girlfriend and we had moved into our own place which meant that I was seeing less of Mother in...
Sophie is Dominated and Feminised, Part 2 by: Miss Sophie Hardy © Part 2, Feminised We left Madam Helga's and headed for the car. I led the way with Sophie walking behind me. She had her head bowed, and she looked mortified at being outside in her sissy maid's dress. When we got to the car I fumbled about in my handbag and pretended I had left the car keys at Madam Helga's. I turned to my sissy and said, "Sophie, I seem to have lost my car keys. I want you to wait here...
Introduction: A glmpse into the characters involved… very small sex scene involved Nick = handsome, sweet sincere guy with a dark side Anthony = Skyes brother tired of his sisters rudeness and misbehaving Jeremy = skies boyfriend, a jerk all around. Skye = a snooty stuck up 18 yr. old, who has a lack of respect, and doesnt care to spare the feelings of those around her, believes she is so much better than the people in her hometown, some sexual experience. Lessons Learned (the pre-story) ...
Again the ravings of a lunatic. Fiction. I like this story. It seemed so real when the idea grew in my mind. There is no sex. I have no idea where this should be posted. So I will put in the Loving Wives and get on with it. Copyright by mcwade May 15, 2005. The damnest story you ever heard: OK. Here we go. I am 63 years old. My gut is a bit too large, my waist is 36 inches instead of 32. I am way out of shape. I will walk this summer to regain some of my wind and shape. But that has...
Admiring herself and smiling for no reason. There she was standing in a red transparent saree in front of a mirror. She was looking damn gorgeous in that saree, underneath it she was wearing a sleeveless blouse, having a deep cut, which was just enough for her 36C size boobs to pop out and flaunts its sexy valley. Giving some more final touches to her makeup she got up and sat in the centre of her bed. By that time it was her daily routine. Dressing in one of her transparent saree, sleeveless...