The Next Day I was up early, and called to set up a surgery for Stacy’s breast enhancement. The hormones were working but his tits seemed to have stopped growing at a B cup. I wanted him really top heavy. At least a D cup, maybe a DD. I let the exhausted sissy sleep. As I was finishing u... read more
Vivian flipped through his mum's mail order catalogue, turning to his favourite bit -- the lingerie section. She had asked him to choose something for his birthday, a new fishing rod perhaps, a couple of golfing irons to add to his set, or maybe even some new clothes. The catalogue provided some ... read more
I had been to this particular establishment before. I knew very well what they did and the women here were nearly all abducted. I knew that. What had brought me here today or rather on this night, was the loss of my slave. I had sold her when I got bored with her. I had a particular taste in women t... read more
Stacy has a bad? morning The next morning I slept in a bit. Stacy woke me by climbing onto the bed and spreading my legs as was the method prescribed for such times. Stacy was a world-class pussy eater, and I guess I have his sisters to thank for that. When my orgasm came I opened my eyes to see ... read more
Monday was the most vile, loathsome day of my life – for no earthly reason other than having to be me. The first thing I had to come to grips with was who 'me' was that particular morning. 'Lance' had to put in an appearance at the office. Back to the old routine, go out there and make the big... read more
Oh just try it on, don’t act so…stereotypical.” I started to protest again, I mean I was not trying to be a jerk, but I did not feel like serving as Leena’s dress dummy all afternoon. I felt uncomfortable enough around her and her clothes. The way she dressed made me craz... read more
Part 4 Out alone I wanted something which would let me wear my black 4 inch leather stilettos with ankle straps, really sexy shoes, my very first pair of TV heels. I opened the wardrobe to get them out, then started choosing; black seamed stockings; a black thong; my waist cincher bustier; my sho... read more
That feeling was back again, I could feel it sweeping across me, engulfing and flooding all of my mind body and soul. It wasn't like last time, that was curiosity, this was something more, something deeper, more profound and tantalizing. My heart thundered, body quaked, for a moment I resisted the u... read more
Stacy is a natural sissy. I knew it the first time I laid eyes on him when he came to visit at my request on an Internet forum. After 3 months of Internet chat, I was ready to implement my plan. I knew he had money. He inherited most of it from his parents when they died in horrible automobile accid... read more
Kyra was not the girl of my dreams. I never DARED dream a woman that good would just walk into my life. She was smart, sassy, vivacious, intuitive, resourceful, and a real 'people person'. We met in an Internet chat room called "Working Girls". We're not talking about the kind you find in ... read more
Chapter 8 The first thing that struck me was pink! More pink satin than I thought existed in the entire world. The walls were covered in baby pink satin curtains, the plush carpet was also baby pink. Like all the other rooms in this house of the bizarre the ceiling as a full mirror. There was a h... read more
Epilogue Rob came home from work. His wife Jenny was waiting for him. In her hands she held a letter. Jenny said: "We received this letter today. It is sad news from Marion S. We have met her and her husband John a few times - do you remember? John has had a car accident while driving fas... read more
Cody Daniels was only trying to help her country; she never dreamed things would come to this. She was patriotic and felt compelled to do whatever asked of her to aid in the capture of the terrorist known only as "Roberto". But lying in his bed, bound and gagged, Cody wondered why she let herself go... read more
It was late on a Friday night when I heard my parents arguing. It always happened whenever they were getting ready to throw a big party. My mother played the role of party planner and handled all of the details, but between caterers, musicians, and the other help something always went haywire. My fa... read more
Opening my eyes I struggled a little as the residual cum on my face from last night’s show hadn’t been fully wiped off, I felt the dry and crusty leftovers crinkle on my skin, but couldn’t help but smile to myself as I remembered how it had got there. The intensity of that orgasm had been on another... read more
After ten wasted years of foolishly trusting in love to 'cure' me of my femininity, I had only just begun to re-embrace the sissy inside me when something made me reach out to an old friend. What made me do it, I really don't know. Although I was once again revelling in even the smallest aspects of ... read more
I have always had a strong fetish for stockings, garters, sheer panties, heels and other sexy lingerie. I've always required my women to dress this way for me. Even when I walk through the lingerie section in a department store or Fredrick's and I can't help but want to look at the panties and stock... read more
Day 1 – Friday My neighbor Kathleen called me up one Friday evening and asked me if I could come over to her apartment and help her with something. She lives in the apartment next to mine, so I went over there. She was sitting at the kitchen table talking to a girlfriend. They were finishin... read more
I had very few memories of my early childhood. The ones I did have were anything but pleasant. I did remember my mother and her blind hatred of my father and myself. She was very tall blonde woman with cold blue eyes named Monica. My mother always dressed in the most expensive leathers and satins in... read more
In The Erotic Eye and the Erotic Senses, Stefan Beyst observes that various gestures and poses have been designed to display parts of the body that would remain otherwise unseen. Erotic art is a striptease, he points out, in which, sometimes, nudity is revealed to oneself, as in a mirror. Whereas, a... read more
