A few months ago, my wife and I house sat for a couple in the neighborhood. She went to work as usual, and I worked there. I couldn't help but snoop, and when I found her lingerie drawer. Denny is a good sized woman—tall, full figured, sandy hair, glasses, a slacks and sweater kind of gal—a grandmother—of average appearance, but lace and satin panties are . . . well, lace and satin panties. I just took one pair to feel and look at. I imagined her in them . . . my lips pressed to the lace . . . her hands on my head . . . .
Morning arrived and Jimbo began getting ready. He had an hour before he had to be at Princess Alyssa’s dungeon and he needed to get dressed. He found the matching panties and bra, and put them on. Jimbo physically gagged at the feeling he had inside doing this, but he proceeded on. Next, he put on the white stockings, and finally the garter belt. Fuck this sickened him putting all this crap on, but the reward was close at hand and Jimbo was going to make that bitch pay for this!
[I wrote this some years ago. I shared it with wife around the time she started dressing me. She thought April would be a good name for me!]
The sound of the door closing woke Mrs. Duffy. It was almost summer, and the nights were getting warmer. She looked at the clock next to her, twelve-thirty. Early, she thought. She kicked off the bedspread, stuck her feet out, and listened to the night sounds.
My wife dresses me these days. Usually, she hands me my panties to wear. She likes watching when I put them on, I always get hard. Whether she wants to have sex or not, she loves how easy it is to excite me. To control me. However, she always puts my bra on me: “Hold out your arms . . . turn around . . .” And if everything is right as she adjusts the straps, I am rewarded, “Good girl.” In that instant, I am bound, as if by chains of steel. Owned. Possessed. But at the same time, I feel and know that I am a good girl.
I am twenty-one years old, graduated from college with a degree in communication and working for a Mr. Jon Charles who is the VP charge of all communication with a large NFL team. Happy well I guess there is nothing that would make me happier than where I am right now.
One draw back is boyfriends, I have spent so much time getting good grades and now landing this job I missed out on most of the correct time to date so other than a few one night stand passes here in the office most of the people I work with are married or getting a divorce.
Selling Alice’s services would, indeed, be sweet. But, before putting that plan into action, there was some additional business to address. And that, I feared, was going to prove, if not difficult, quite embarrassing for both myself and for Beach. In truth, I was dreading approaching him. This was somewhat illogical since Beach had been in my family’s employment for many years and was merely a paid servant. However, there was nothing mere about him. I had grown up with him as an avuncular figure and come to love him as if he was a part of the family rather than a servant.
Tim awoke with a headache. In fact, it felt more like a hangover. But that was impossible because he was certain that he hadn’t consumed an excessive amount of alcohol the previous night. He attempted to recall the events of the previous night, but his memory was, to say the least, a little hazy. He remembered leaving his house and walking to his favourite local pub for an evening with some of his work colleagues. That’s right, he’d suggested meeting a few of the young girls for a drink and some ‘adult fun’ afterwards.
I have always hated traveling to a foreign country. The flights are long and tiring. One advantage is my company appreciates this and always sends me first class so at least the seats are more comfortable and only one traveling companion to deal with.
This last flight however changed my life and I’m not sure it will ever be the same.
“Oh Rachael, my love,” I moaned as she kissed my neck. I felt her hand gently caressing my breast, her palm stimulating my nipple sending a wonderful warm feeling coursing through my body. I stroked her hair as she nibbled my ear. Meanwhile, Beach was drilling his thick rod deep into Alice’s man pussy. Her moans of agony were turning me on. I stopped Rachael chewing on my ear lobe, pressed my lips to hers and drove my tongue into her warm sexy mouth. She responded, and our tongues entwined. She was the hottest, sexiest young woman I had ever known.
I have always had doubts on who I am. My parents told me I was a boy. Well I guess because I had a penis. Inside sometimes I felt like a girl then others like a boy. It was so confusing and all the media hype going on was not helping.
When she sees me at the kitchen door, she chuckles and asks me if I'm feeling better after that, and I nod, probably blushing 5 shades of red. She can't have seen me completely, being hidden as I was behind the tree, but I think she saw enough. She carries a couple of dog bowls into the lounge and lays them down. One contains more water but, to my horror, the other does have a small amount of dog food in it! She goes back into the kitchen again, but then comes back with another bowl, laying it beside that one. This third bowl contains some salad and vegetables. She notices me looking at the dog food in disgust - the smell's bad enough - and explains that she wants me to at least try it. After all, dogs do eat it, and I am a puppy now. And if I can eat it, she'll let me have the salad from the other bowl. Otherwise I get nothing.
The next thing she wants to do is teach me how to be more playful and to do a few tricks, as it will give this puppy a bit more exercise in the process. To start with, she has me rolling around like a fool on my back with my legs in the air, with her tickling my chest every now and again too, while I hold my head up and bark enthusiastically - or that's how she wants it to sound, all barks sound the same to me!
It's been another long night in the cage, but that doesn't stop me being happy after the day I had yesterday as Master's pet. I went to sleep with a smile on my face, that's for sure. Still, I assume he only wanted me to be his pet for just the one day, and I'll go back to being his maid today.
Mind you, he doesn't put me back in my maid uniform for breakfast, which ends up being the same as yesterday - me eating out of a bowl on the floor. So perhaps I will be his pet for another day. Fine by me...
...Until I hear the doorbell ring. Oh my god, who's that? Perhaps it's one of the guests from yesterday. But the female voice that greets Master at the door isn't one of the guests, and she sounds a little bit strict even. What's going on? I decide to hide in a side room while he introduces her, nervous at her seeing me like this, in just my belt, collar and heels.
I am an adjunct professor teaching pharmacy to pre-pharmacy students as well as technicians wanting to make pharmacy part of their future.
Each new class is interesting to see for the first time, and I enjoy getting to know each one individually as we interact over the period of three to four semesters – or until they are accepted to pharmacy school or are ready to set for their national license.
I was floating in the Mediterranean Sea. The warm waters were lapping at my labia, parting my sweet lips, flowing into me, stimulating my clitoris, wrapping my naked body in its warm embrace. It was heavenly. But the water was hard against my back, unyielding. I tried to move, but my legs were being held.
My wife and I had been married for a little over 5 years now. We were settling into a comfortable ‘old person’s’ life style, including our sex life was lacking. The problem neither of us was worried about where we were going.
We usually had sex on a Friday or Saturday night about once or twice a month, nothing more was needed, and nothing more was expected. That is until my wife won a trip, well actually not won but was picked, through her work, on how to improve your family relations.
((Please be aware, this is a first draft, I've done very little editing, spell checking or grammar and punctuation checking. If the lack of these things offends you, you may want to not read.if you have any questions comments please feel free to PM me. Constructive criticism is appreciate.))
"Oh! I feel so feminine!!!" Charles squealed excitedly.
"Yes dear, and we will make you more and more feminine" laughed his wife and mother-in-law as they took him to the vanity table to work on his soft blonde hair and make-up.........
The Unsuspecting Candidate
I awoke at 6:00 A.M. and set about preparing for my sissy's surprise. I opened the door to see him there on the bed, his ankles and wrists still cuffed to the four corners of the bed. His head was still encased in the bondage hood and he lifted it as I shut the door and approached the bed. "I trust my sissy slept well," I cooed as I began to release him from the cuffs holding him prisoner.
Planning to graduate from college in May, I began sending out applications to medical school in January. I ended up sending 8 applications to different schools, a few notified me immediately they were full or had picked their applicants already.
On this occasion, Beach was the master of understatement. The ‘rather large package’ to which he referred was, in fact, 2 large boxes. I opened them and surveyed their contents. Without actually counting, there must have been more than 30 cartons in each box, and it seemed that each of those cartons contained 6 bottles of drugs. True to her word, Sonia had sent me a mass of drugs capable of effecting a range of changes to the human body. Luckily, she had also included descriptions of each drug’s capabilities with guide lines to the quantities to be used.
A few phone calls later, I had established that some experimental drugs had been produced which were capable of effecting wide-ranging changes to the human body. Of particular interest to me were those that could potentially change the male form into a fully-functioning female form without the need for surgery. Sonia, my contact in Sirius Cybernetics And Chemicals Corporation informed me that she could provide me, unofficially of course, with the drugs I needed, but that she would require feedback from me regarding the resultant changes produced in the body of my ‘guinea pig’.
I then got ready dressing in a very short skirt and a loose fitting blouse without a bra…and just before the agreed time knocked at his door. When he answered I greeting him with a “your servant arrives Master, what can I do to give you pleasure?”
I got all the paperwork and so on taken care of for the new semester to begin, I looked good, had plenty of money in the bank now, well not plenty but more than I had ever had before and the school year looked good. With just one week to go, I took advantage of not having to work to go over the classes trying to get ahead of the class by doing my reading ahead of time and getting a jump on obvious assignments. The Wednesday before school started the following Monday, I got a call from Susan.
Sandie had been dressed in his lingerie by nurse Kelly and was feeling wonderfully feminine. His shear floaty nylon peignoir was swishing against his stockings, his breasts were bouncing inside his blue satin bra and his dolly was straining excitedly inside the matching panties. Coming downstairs in his spiky high-heels, he found the new boy, Charles alone in the lounge.
Charles was responding well to his wife’s new discipline regime. It was true what her mother had said: "Feminisation is the way to make husbands obedient and well mannered." So, every evening when he came home from work, he was put straight into silky lingerie and high heels. Mother-in-law was usually there to help and she always brought something frilly for her 'darling girly-boy' to wear. "Get up onto the chair Charlie sweety",she said, "so we can see those lovely legs of yours."
Over drinks in Viki's luxurious training centre, the women talked about Charles and his future. "Of course as his wife,Carol, you may want him living with you dear", said Miss Vikki, "but you must consider his own needs too. His sissy brain requires constant feminine stimulation and we can provide that here." His wife was shown the sissy boudoirs, the huge wardrobes of gorgeous dresses and drawers full panties of all types. She was then introduced to the delightful young panty Nurse Kelly (in white uniform and spiky heels) whose job it was to keep the sissies nicely erect at all times.
“Three whole months?” you say teasingly. “Who knew?”
I kneel upon a large black satin pillow. You are seated upon a throne carved from dark wood. You uncross and re-cross your legs, nylons sighing as they brush against each other. I shift slightly, causing the bells on my collar and cuffs to jingle merrily and the mound of ruffles and lace on my uniform to rustle.
Before Kevin could answer, Steve began massaging his neck eliciting an involuntary cooing sound from the feminized male. That told Tina all she wanted to know. She smirked at Kevin and showed him his own iPhone.
In horror, he realized that Tina was set to send a text message to Jennifer Tyson, the obsessive local TV reporter he'd accused of stalking him. She had attached several humiliating pictures: some of him tweaking against Steve, some of him kissing and holding hands with Steve, and...he looked at her in pleading dismay, shaking his head.
As Steve continued to whirl him around the dance floor, Kevin tried to avoid any eye contact with the rest of the girls. He was for the most part successful, but occasionally would see Tina’s face as she sported a wicked grin. He tried to block them out of his mind and let his suitor move him about the dance floor. Kevin wasn’t used to not having the lead, but he blushed as he realized how right it felt. He could feel his cock hardening in his panties, and was thankful for the darkness of the club.
Marie said "Sit down" pointing at her bed; it is time to begin your transformation into a sissy. "Wear these", she added taking off her white silky panties and throwing them at him. Charles didn't say anything; he just looked at her with a mixture of shock and longing on his face.
“Wait… Nancy is… Nancy is a he?” Kevin asked incredulously.
The women all broke into laughter. “Well, not so much anymore. After living as a woman for so long there is hardly anything masculine left.”
Nancy looked at the floor, her face awash in red. “Ok, whatever. Can we just go.”
“Awww, not so tough now that you’re on the receiving end of the teasing are you, Nance?” Tina asked. “Are you afraid Kevin here is going to replace you?”
“No, I just… I don’t see why you keep doing this!”