Cette histoire date d'il y a 30 ans maintenant, pas de numérique quasiment. À l’époque, je faisais moins de rencontres, même si le 3615trav me servait déjà de terrain de chasse. Une période d’un an de célibat me permettait aussi de parfaire mon personnage, je sortais parfois en fille dans la rue... read more
When this process was completed the Chinese gentleman s turned to his new acquisition in the floor. He lifted him up from the floor and deposited him on a high-backed chair; his legs still folded up, and tied him to it. Then he removed the strap from around his throat and instead shoved ... read more
My BBC friend took me to the beach, where people make sex. We arrived in his van. I was in the back of the van, chained blind folded, with my mouth wide open and a huge horse dildo in my sissy pussy. Suddenly I hear the van door opening. I hear many voices of other men. My BBC friend was telling oth... read more
It was time to leave Mistress Ming's house and Lien was dressed, or rather tied up, by the two little sissies. First a brutal corset was fitted around Lien's waist, followed by a broad, black leather collar. Lien's hands were then tied in an armbinder, a black leather sack that held Lien's arms behi... read more
When he woke up, it was like waking from a very vivid dream. Oddly enough he quickly accepted that it had not been a dream, but he did find the determination that had been missing the day before. It may have been a longtime sexual fantasy of his to be feminized against his will, but in the real worl... read more
Phil had been looking forward to the competition for weeks and now that it was over, he felt slightly disappointed. Not that he really had anything to be disappointed about. He had advanced to the third round in the Karate tournament where he had met an admittedly better opponent. So it wasn't that ... read more
Chapter 1: Blow by Blow October 12th Thursday evening. Tick, tick tick... the minutes pass by while Nick lies on his back, staring at the white ceiling fan that hovers above. He raises his head, bats his eye lashes, and yawns. His long, wavy, auburn hair falls down his back with small curls. ... read more
I am a white male. My fantasy is to find a dominant TS who is very sadistic. I like the idea of being tied up and blindfolded in her basement and having her circling and humiliating me. Having her slap me in my face a couple of times while telling me what she is fixing to do with me. Then being forc... read more
The bedroom door opened and the two lovers walked down the hall into the living room side by side. Deena was wearing her nightshirt that she wore a lot, and Jeffery was nude, and he picked up his clothes that I had put on the chair and began to get dressed. “Jeffery is going to go and get dinner an... read more
A Perfect Pandemic A Transsexual Transition in a Troubled Time A Novelette by Alexandra Rios Text Copyright Reserved © August, 2021 Dedication Transgender Day of Remembrance is a solemn occasion. I am offering “A Perfect Pandemic” for free as an antidote to the fear, phobia, discrimination, d... read more
One morning Lien was one of three sissy-slaves were cleaning the slave toilets. The two others were using their tongues to clean the floor meticulously. Meanwhile Lien was using her tongue to clean the toilets. She was carefully licking the funnel leading down into the mouth of castrated toilet-slav... read more
I crashed harder than anytime ever in my life and my dreams were fucking vivid. I dreamt of being fucked. And of sucking huge cock and getting face fucked so hard that I was cock drunk and high from holding my breath so much. But so really horny from him doing that, so into that cock. Of Jax f... read more
The year is 2044. My name is Robert. I am 26. Light brown hair. Dark brown eyes. 5' 9", 122 pounds. I work for a supercomputer research and development firm. Like many young men at the leading edge of technology, I am transgendered. My counselor is Dr. Elizabeth Paris. Under her con... read more
The ride to Master's residence was completely uneventful for Lien. The whole way she lay in the trunk of his limousine, hooded and gagged, with her legs strapped together and her arms secured with the armbinder. The trip may have been uneventful, but Lien wasn't bored. She spent the whole trip fanta... read more
Life as a slave continued for Lien and the others. Sucking, fucking and punishments in and endless cycle and only very rarely were they rewarded with an orgasm. About once a year they had the chance to be granted an orgasm, but only if they had been exceptionally good and lucky were they actually gi... read more
I. The mansion hadn't changed, not all that much, from how I remembered it. If at all, it had aged gracefully, as only English mansions can ¬ a massive Edwardian building that had served Lords and Ladies, had housed masters and servants for centuries. Around it, at a respectful distance, w... read more
But although he was careful I found him out. There were the giveaway signs - a lack of interest in sex with me, hidden spunky hankies, that kind of thing. So I checked his internet use and found he'd been surfing shemale sites, pictures, stories and some nasty videos. He seemed to be fascinated ... read more
What was it about my daughter's boyfriend that turned me on so much? No one characteristic comes to mind. I suppose it was a combination of things. And perhaps a certain time in my life also. I was 52, divorced, alone and quite bored. I had been divorced from my husband Jerry for 12 years and did... read more
If Lien had expected that life as one of Master's special slaves would be easier she was sadly mistaken. As one his chosen few she was expected to perform much, much better to all other slaves. This meant a much harder schedule than all the others had. When Lien had been a house-slave she had never ... read more
Le rêve est mort. L'écriture était ma passion, mais cela n'a jamais servi à rien. La réalité a une mauvaise façon de vous rattraper, déchiquetant vos désirs dans son sillage. Ce cycle d'épargne et de vie de ces économies s'est progressivement révélé intenable et maintenant, à vingt-cinq ans, j'ai... read more
