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.
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"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 which she introduced in the second month after their marriage. 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.
Vikki slipped the frilly babydoll over his head and he groaned softly.
"Give in to it Charles, let feminine frilliness take over your patheitc male brain."
Long before Vikki married him, she suspected that Charles had a panty fetish, but on the advice of her mother she had not made a thing about the subject of his obvious fascination with all things frilly. Her mother advised to wait until they were married and then (with her help) to make him into a sissy husband.
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!”
It was mid-October and I was visiting a friend in the city. I was pretty excited because she had told me the night I arrived; she was having a party, invited tons of friends and really wanted me to be there. I’ve seen pictures on Facebook, her friends are gorgeous. I took an early flight in because she asked me to help out setting up the party. It was the least I could do in thanks for letting me stay at her house all week.
As he stood to grab the towel, the women burst into laughter. Kevin was so ready to escape this torment that he momentarily forgot that his movement out of the tub would give them a full frontal view of his naked body.
“Oh god,” he squeaked as Cass yanked the towel out of his reach. He quickly sat back in the tub to regain some modesty.
“No wonder you thought you’d pass as a girl, that little weenie barely counts!”
As he lay in bed, the taste of Vicky’s pussy still lingered in Luke’s mouth long after she had left the spare room. Combined with the sensual feel of the baby doll nightie and panties, the memory of being allowed to be so intimate with his erstwhile girlfriend had made him extremely horny. So much so that his cock, in its attempt to become erect, was suffering extreme pain from the too-small cage in which it was confined. So severe was the pain that Luke’s erection quickly subsided only to return again as the nightie and panties worked their magic.
Kevin wasn't just worried, he was terrified. He'd thought his wits and money would extricate him from this mess, but his gambit just made matters worse. Tina couldn't believe her good luck. The overbearing businessman kept playing into her hands. He was actually willing to walk into one of the most exclusive area clubs wearing just a thong and a stuffed bra!
As they were about to re-enter through the side door, however, a burly bouncer stood in their way. "Not sure what kinda place you think this is, but no way is she coming in here like that!" he said, nodding at Kevin.
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Unfortunately for Kevin, with his head looking at his feet he was completely unaware of the back door to the club opening as Tina slipped into the alleyway.
She raised a finger to her mouth with a wink, and the two skater boys were happy to play along. They weren’t sure what kind of game they stumbled into, but Tina’s stunning looks ensured their cooperation.
“C’mon man, kick the pants over,” the red head yelled. “We don’t got all day man.”
“Ok, ok, here,” Kevin sighed as he kicked loose his pink gym pants.
Tina led her embarrassed escort through the ice cream parlor, which was still mostly empty. His eyes locked with Rob who chuckled to himself and shook his head. He had never expected Tina to humiliate Kevin, but he wasn't surprised either. It wasn't easy to say no to Tina.
Kevin had expected to hear a whole lot of crude comments and laughter from the kids hanging outside the ice cream parlor, but they seemed to ignore him. A few called out to Tina, but they mostly ignored the new girl with her.
So here I am, in a small booth, with a cock in each end, and each hand, moaning like a true slut. My belly is full of cum, as well as my ass, and I am so horny I can barely think straight. Alas, let me back up the story to the beginning, I have plenty of time after all.
Kevin wondered what she could possibly lend him to wear, but his curiosity didn't last long. Tina sauntered sexily over to a row of lockers, deftly turned her combination lock, and pulled the locker door open. She quickly removed Kevin's phone, wallet and keys, and threw his dirty khakis into the bottom of the locker.
Tiffany said, "Natasha, I think our sweet little girlie here has something SHE wants to say to you, hmm?"
"What did you say to him? Why has he been crying?" Natasha said.
"Let's just say his 'sorry little ass' is so sorry for letting all of us down. We are running out of time, Josh. Say what you need to...and maybe Nat will fix your makeup."