One week later and Vikki knew that she must return ,as it was now Niyasha’s turn to make use of him. Niyasha smiled sweetly when she visited Vikki’s apartment to collect Charlse. Vikki handed him over and Niyasha asked Chalres if he had enjoyed his time as Vikki’s “boudoir boy”? “Oh yes” replied Charles, “ it was such a privilege to be able to serve Mistress Vikki and she even let me have a pair of her panties to keep as a momento of my time with her.” Vikki interrupted and said “Show Niyasha the panites you are wearing now, Charles” so Charles bent down to reveal his cute ass
Getting off the bus, Danny Carver looked around, moving from the way of a couple of others. He hated metro transit but he had to make due. With his car in the shop, it was the best option. Looking around, he headed toward the heart of the city. Things looked different on the ground rather than driving.
I stepped into the pristine waiting room and tried to calm myself as I listened to the elevator music and focused on the pictures hanging on the walls of ocean shores and gentle rolling landscapes. It was my first time going to a psychiatrist and my palms were sweating and my heart was beating fast.
Classes started in the fall like any other year. I had been teaching at the pharmacy school for the past 10 years. I didn't anticipate that this year would be any different. I was actually beginning to feel like I was finally hitting my stride. I knew my lessons, and I knew what worked for my students, and what the hard topics were. And I still worked in the field and had been for more than 16 years now.
He sat in the waiting room, pretending to read a magazine but actually peeking over the top of it at a pretty girl sitting across from him. He had found that in a physician’s office the ladies were less likely to be aware of what can and cannot be seen under their dress – this was one of those times. Her legs were open and comfortable – her panties were pink and – ‘oh wow’ slightly wet … wondering what her and the good doctor have planned. Apart from the girl no one else was here. He would be the last patient of the day for his doctor.
Wendy could be away for up to three months or so following her operation and Professor Sinclair, was distraught. Wendy had been in the service of the professor for a year now and over this time had taken care of his every need, Cleaning, cooking, laundry, shopping and paying the household bills. Never in this time had Wendy had so much as a day away from her domestic duties in the household of the professor.
There I was, now unemployed and thrown out of my parents house. What else could I do? Having just lost my car for missing a couple payments. I decided to just get out of Dodge......Go where no one knew me and no cared what I did or did not do. Little did I know what lay in store for me.
It has been four days and no luck getting a job. I had used what little money I had left to pay for another full tank of gas so I could get to interviews but the only interview I got I was turned down immediately for, after all, I only had female clothing to wear and I was most clearly a guy. I was getting discouraged and Kristen knew it but she came up with an idea that might just turn my life around.
It has been a week since the fire consumed my home and most of my belongings and two weeks since I had lost my job. My bank funds were running dangerously low and I could not afford to keep staying at a hotel. I decided to instead call up all my closest friends and the first to say that they could bunk me for alittle while was my best female friend Kristen. She lived about 3 hours away so I drove to her house. When I arrived there I saw her sitting on the front porch smiling. She was stunning, a 5'5 blonde beauty.
Later that day, after I went home, she had sent me an email. “I hope you like today as much as I did. If so, maybe you’ll come over tomorrow, about 10:30. If you do, I know you really did understand and you agree. I want two things from you. 10:30 gives you enough time to buy a pair of panties from Walmart, put them on under your jeans and bring the receipt, and I want you to tell me your girlie name. When you come over, the door will be unlocked. You will take your clothes off, except for your panties, and you will wait for me.
Mrs Johnston makes her son-in-law, Charles, stand on the pink milking mat, while she and her daughter sit on the sofa looking through the latest Sissy Store Catalogue. She knows that sissy boys become very excited when their owners are choosing new dresses and panties for them, and when a sissy is excited things can get a little sticky. Charles is very pretty today in his high-waisted pink polka-dot dress, silk white panties, sheer stockings and high-heeled shoes. He is already feeling extra girlie.
As Vicky walked towards Luke, she closed her hand around her large strap-on cock and began to slide it up and down as if she was masturbating. The effect on Luke was electrifying. His own cock attempted to harden and swell within its cage. Luke experienced a new sensation alongside the pain that the small cage was causing. The drug in his tea was beginning to make his cock much more sensitive. He yearned for the relief that cumming would give him. His nipples, now hard and erect, seemed very tender as they rubbed against his bra.
“This must be a dream, a nightmare,” Tim announced to himself. “I’ll wake up in a minute.”
“No, Sissy Tammy, this is no dream, this is reality. Now, get dressed.”
Tim looked at the clothes which had been laid out for him, black stockings, suspenders, pink frilly crotchless panties, white semi-transparent chiffon blouse, pink micro skirt, 6 inch pink heels. He couldn’t wear those things. It would be too humiliating. Wait a minute, she said classroom.
“What do you mean you’ll take me to my classroom? Is this some sort of weird school?”
On his knees in front of Julie, his boss’ secretary, dressed in a pink lacy bra, matching panties and suspender belt, and white stockings, Luke began to lick Julie’s pussy. Her lips parted as his tongue brushed over them. Slowly, he allowed his tongue to enter her.
Having been born and raised with the ‘silver spoon’ so to speak I grew up accustomed to having the finest of everything. In the early school years it meant the nicest dresses or shoes or the very best school supplies such as back packs and so on. Middle school was more than a walking distance from my home, but instead of riding the bus I had my own limo and driver who was at my beck and call.
Marie worked on Charles's feminisation programme for three months before inviting what she now referred to as ‘ the management’ committee’ (Vikki, Sandy, Niyasha and Kitty) to inspect him. The night before their visit Charles was made to sleep in Marie’s flimsiest nightie to make him delicate and docile. In the morning she put femmsuds in his bath. After bathing, Charles was told to step daintily into the white silk panties and he gave a little gasp as Marie drew them slowly upwards.
Charles’s girlfriend, Marie, had invited her friends round for drinks which were dutifully served by Charles dressed in his maid’s outfit.
Emma asked the maid whether she was enjoying her life as Marie’s sissy servant and to the girls’ surprise Charles began to stutter and said,
I crawled after Denny. I wanted her and I needed her . . . she was Denny, and to my internal horror, she was mommy . . . and wearing only panties, I was crawling after her.
Denny sat on the edge of the bed. She lifted her skirt and started to rub herself. God . . . magnificent! I couldn't take my eyes off of her as her fingers massaged her pussy inside her yellow panties.
As a young man I considered myself an alpha, sporting male. I was very shy and did not have much success with women. However, I continued to try my hand at picking up girls at jazz clubs and dance halls: always with limited success.
You never quite get used to the constant rejection.
Regardless, I still saw myself as the super masculine sportsman with a good physique and although no "oil painting", not unattractive.
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.