Female Domination Stories
i follow the instructions because i suspect we've no way out of this and not obeying would get us just into bigger troubles
well yes, i recognize it, the idea of dressing as a girl was getting me excited... but it was not just because of that
as i follow some guards i can't avoid looking behind trying to catch him coming having changed his mind... but he didn't
as we arrive miss diana offers me a seat next to her that i take
"you look beautiful on it, but it's improbable... we'll do it in a few"
as they left us alone we barely manage to sit trying to recover ourselves from the drugs
after a few i recover myself and son Brad does the same
the first thing we try to do is to free our cocks from their prisons, but the locks are too strong and we can't do a thing
later we try to get some clothes for getting covered but the only thing we can find in the wardrobe are female clothes
"we can get dressed like this... i'm not going out in women's clothes!"
"neither do i want. i don't want people seeing me in woman's clothes"
her name seems to be strange for an asian but i suppos her dad was a french man living there
as we waited we told her about our camping plans and how we ripped our tent
"don't worry about your tents! we use to have to take care of them! soon you'll have no worries about them!
she gave us a whicked smile and by any strange reason i felt she was not talking about camping but i took off that thought of my mind
then Jeanette anounces the dinner is ready and we take place around the table
“Madam, you have bereft me of all words,
Only my blood speaks to you in my veins,
And there is such confusion in my powers”
~ The Merchant of Venice
"You are listening to KDNS, 106.9FM; and the time is eight o'clock. The news continues to be dominated by the bleak unemployment figures released yesterday..."
Continued from part 22, however:- The Story starts here (click on this) with part 1
As Maria sits beside me, I again look down my body, leaning forwards so I can see past my soar nipples complete with shiny new rings. I suck in my tummy and gaze between my legs, my mind struggles with what I see, virginal lips.
"We are such stuff
As dreams are made on, and our little life
Is rounded with a sleep."
~ The Tempest
Jessica Wycliff's happiness was reflected in her smile.
"Daisy! That is a delightful name my dear. Yes, I think Daisy will be most suitable. Daisy it is. And the first thing that Daisy needs to learn, Emily, is to curtsey."
Hello sweetie and welcome to this second educational session. If you missed the first one, it can be found here: http://www.lockedinlace.com/main/node/973
Thank you to Mistress Dyvia for the inspiration.
Follow the Rules and we will get on just fine!
With the news that there would be a boy waiting for me, the trip home seemed to take only an instant. My wife met us at the train station and the drive to our building took only 15 minutes. Veronica unlocked the door and ushered me inside. She gestured to a strange looking contraption laying on the table in the entry foyer. A system of nylon straps and buckles and some heavy stainless steel wire. Before I could decipher what the hell the thing was, she explained. "Sweetie, this device is designed to hold the wearer's mouth open so she can learn the gentle art of cocksucking.
I don't think I can describe the sense of shame I felt in that laser booth. I stripped naked, as instructed, and lay on the the lounge table. Not physically uncomfortable - quite the opposite, actually. But knowing that only my face looked girly now, and the rest of me was unmistakably male, brought on an embarrassment, even a self-loathing that I had not been prepared for. I was stunned to realize how badly I wanted all my parts to be in agreement, and moreover, I wanted them to be agreeably feminine.
Dr. Athena drove us to the train station on her way to open her clinic. The platform was crowded with the tail-end of the rush hour traffic,but well under peak volume.I was beginning to feel a bit more confident.My reflection in windows convinced me that I wasn't a freak. I looked enough like a girl, but was I moving, gesturing like one? Still enough doubt to keep me from relaxing. Was I noticing a few admiring glances? Well,now. How about that?
The scene is set
A Contract is a contract, a contract between a mistress and her sissy is special. No get out clauses no fine print both parties understand the implications and more notably the consequences of a failure to comply. Not a contract to be entered into lightly.
When Simon Cuthbertson told his Mistress, after a period of extended absence, he had fallen in love and would not be seeing her again he obviously was not fully understanding of the contract he had signed those years ago.
I can't believe it.
I just can not fucking believe it!
I keep saying that over and over, as I beat on the slot machine, as if that would do any good.
Then, I headbang the damn thing, knowing that won't do any good either.
That week was a complete nightmare for me. Viv was having a rather heavy period, so there was no question of her and Richard enjoying sexual intercourse. I was kept secured to my bed for most of the time except for the times that it was necessary for me to maintain my personal hygiene routines. For some obscure reason which I failed to grasp, I willingly submitted myself to the twice daily sessions of painful injections into my bum cheeks, my tits and nipples. I wanted to resist, to put up some argument or reason for not having them, but I found it impossible.
By the time Gretchen had finished dressing me, I was half in love with her myself. She was sweet and gentle and nothing more. Not a trace of the implied threats or grim promises I had been hearing from the three witches. Her story about her sissy lover had truly touched me. Picturing them burrowing under each other's skirts to suck their partner`s cock seemed touching, not perverse. And while she was somewhat large, she was convincingly feminine.
DRESSED TO THRILL 9
To start at the beginning click HERE
I awoke the next morning with what I can only describe as a whole body grin. It just felt as if I was smiling all over, it goes to show what a loving girlfriend who wants to give you new experiences can do for your sense of well being.
"Get up lazy bones!" Said Gail, coming into the bedroom with a very welcome cup of tea, "We've got a busy schedule for the next few days."
As they start jumping out of the closets and from under the bed i'm in shock and horror. Trying to cover myself and running around trying to gather up things that I've gotten out that aren't mine.
I hear girls laughing and screaming and it isn't me. Then my girl friend says "WHAT ARE YOU DOING IN MY CLOTHES? AND WHAT THE HELL ARE THESE?"
I'm standing there in her stockings, heels panties bra a wig and blouse. Not having time enough to put on the short skirt. I, I , I
"SHUT UP are you a boy or a girl" then screams of laughter.............
They gave me a full-length light robe to put on after I removed the absurdly girly things I had put on several hours earlier. I was sitting at the vanity table trying to apply my makeup. I was still very clumsy at this - I hadn't done it by myself more than a few times. Then the next surprise... "We're going to step out for another martini, dear. We'll send Gretchen in to help you dress. Do everything she tells you. We'll hear about it if you give her any trouble."
"False face must hide what the false heart doth know."
"Closing that set was Simply Red with "Money's too tight to mention" from way back in the 1980's, but definitely a song with relevance for the current economic climate. Tune in tomorrow afternoon at two for an exclusive-to-KDNS interview with Jessica Wycliff, co-founder and CEO of WyKnott Inc., who will be discussing why her company continues to flourish in these difficult times."
They finally released me. They even removed the gag but only on the promise that I speak softly and politely. I had no doubt that they would gag me again instantly if I didn't cooperate. I was seated in front of a vanity mirror with instructions to arrange my hair and apply my makeup. For 'girls' like me, doing the makeup always began with an extremely close shave.
My girl friend went out of town on a Friday, a trip she had planning for months with her friends. Little did I know what she had really been planning was a trap. A trap to catch me wearing and playing with myself in her panties and sexy lingerie.
As soon as she left I started. I started going thru her drawers and sexy frilly things 'cause I knew, of course where everything was. Her plan was to have all her girl friends hide in closets around our bedroom and they were ALL going to see me and find me wearing and wanking.
They said the left the clamps on for only five minutes. It had to have been longer. It just had to. But now they had finally been removed . The pain had been acute but constant. It never got worse and it remained highly localized. Now I was left with a dull ache and my scrotum felt like someone had pinched it hard in a couple of places. Quite hard. Then, as I waited to be untied, there occurred a curious conversation among the women. Dr. Athena spoke first.
Unbelievable. Veronica wanted me to acquiesce in what was about to happen. Wanted my consent to continue with... My god, I didn't even want to think the words, silently, in an internal dialog. I was weeping freely by now, picturing how I must appear to the women. Dressed as a girl, hair in curlers, bound spread-eagled with my legs elevated and separated, my skirts pulled up around my waist leaving me completely exposed, and finally, castration clamps fastened to my scrotum, waiting only to be tightened shut to complete the job. Can you imagine how frightened I felt? How pathetic?
Those clamps felt like two anvils suspended from my scrotum, and the women were indicating that they were still to be tightened! And all at once, Veronica's voice was whispering in my ear, with a tenderness that startled me. "Lots of guys have been castrated through the ages, darling. Probably millions. They were mostly turned into slaves. Just imagine all those men and boys tied helplessly waiting for their balls to be cut away. Feel their spirits. They can help you through this." She was silent for at least a full minute before continuing.
"Some Cupid kills with arrows, some with traps."
~ Much Ado About Nothing
"This is KDNS news headlines at the top of the hour. With defaults at record levels, Congress has passed a bill removing limits on the interest rates that banks can charge on student loans. The stock markets opened lower, as investors continue to worry about the employment figures due out this week. Here at home ogeL Construction has laid off over two hundred workers and filed for Chapter 11..."
Did she say 'vulva'?? Why had I played into their hands so readily? Allowed myself to be made up like a girl and bound helplessly, submissively? In truth, it was a deep-seated obsession that had lasted nearly my whole life. My first clear recollection was when I was seated behind the girl with the pretty hair in the first grade. What would it be like to be a girl? And when I married Veronica, it all seemed to fall into place very naturally. Her first tease was a suggestion to tie me up and remove my pubic hair. I couldn't believe it.
This was a nightmare. It was just impossible. There was not a trace of a doubt in my mind that this vicious little band that my wife and her friend had snapped around my scrotum was the real thing . I would be castrated if it was left in place much longer. And in my panic, I had already listened to myself agreeing to an outrageous litany of demands these two women had been making . Let's see... I had agreed to submit to an "aggressive " schedule of hormone treatments.
Dear Miss Melody:
After addicting my boyfriend to humiliation and submissiveness, she agreed to begin grooming herself and behaving as a female. Her name is now Sally Anne. But to my consternation, after about 3 months in panties, she seems to be suggesting that she should be allowed to revert to her masculine persona, at least once in awhile. When I attempt to explain, softly and lovingly, that she is a permanent sissy now, she responds by pouting and arguing. What must I do to bring back the humble, obedient girl that I love?
DRESSED TO THRILL
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We went to one of those pub/restaurants that seems to have taken over from the traditional English pub, I'm not complaining, but I do like a back street boozer now and then.
"Find us a table while I get the drinks." Gail said.
I chose a table by a window overlooking the pub garden.
"There. Now you're castrated. Or you will be a few hours from now when that little band has had time to strangle your testicles to death. I'm told you might have about two hours before it does irreversible damage, so now we can begin our negotiations. You can tell me what you're willing to do to keep your balls. But you should know there are only two possible outcomes for you. You can cooperate with me and agree to become my pet sissy, or you can defy me, in which case you'll become my castrated pet sissy. Are we clear on the parameters here?
As soon as I finished sucking the last of the spunk-filled condoms, Viv came up behind me to fasten the pink Barbie collar around my neck, followed by the wrist cuffs. She lifted each of my arms in turn and fastened them to the collar. I felt completely helpless and unable to do anything to resist.
“Stand up, Pamela-Jayne, and bend over with your legs spread,” Viv commanded me.
I’d always been interested in electronics. As a young girl, I took great pleasure in taking electronic gadgets apart to try to discover their secrets before re-assembling them. I soon learned how to make my own improvements to their functionality, and eventually began to make my own simple gadgets. The first of these was a snooper device which allowed me to eavesdrop on conversations in other parts of our house.
I watch helpless as the girl picks up some small clips and all sorts of thoughts go through me, she’s going to torture me in some way being the highest on the list! Didn’t that bloke say for her to behave herself with me!
I lose sight of her behind me, and feel my hair being fiddled with and then the snap of the clips, hair clips, oh that’s a relief, but why?
We left Mr Thomas’ office and walked towards the lift. Viv looked back at me as I stumbled along in my heels. I still hadn’t got used to wearing them, and I struggled to remain upright as I walked. At the lift, Viv signalled to me to press the button to summon it. When it arrived, Viv entered first with me following behind her. I pressed for the ground floor and watched the doors close.
“Who told you that we were going to the ground floor?” she asked.
“Well, Mistress, I just assumed that we……….” She cut me off in mid sentence.
*Another one I posted on Fictionmania a while back, all characters are fiction, hope you enjoy
It all started when I had my first date with Katie. We had been friend for maybe a year, and I finally decided I wanted it to be more.
My name is Allen by the way, my best friend is Lee. He has a girlfriend named Ashley. She's alright I guess, but she's kind of a prude. Lee hasn't really gotten any in almost 2 years of dating her.
*This was my first story, it was originally posted on Fictionmania in two parts. The image is a commission by
Sandybelldf, http://sandybelldf.deviantart.com/ and belongs to me. All characters are a work of fiction. Enjoy!
Kidnapped Porn Slave
It all started 2 years ago. I was 22 and had no job, not too many friends and very little money.
I had only had a couple of girlfriends over the years, and so I was pretty horny most of the time, that is how I got into the situation I'm
Three days ago I would not have done this, walking down the street in broad daylight as a girl! However things have changed, I am no longer in charge of my destiny and to all intents and purposes I know I look like a real girl now.
Why had I told the sales assistant that I wanted to have another condom filled when I hated having to do it? I couldn’t believe quite how eagerly I’d said ‘yes please’. Why had I been so eager? It would mean that I would have to put another condom on another cock and then clean that cock with my tongue afterwards. And all the time, that infernal vibrator would be milking me into my panties which I’d also have to clean again.
Feeling more miserable than I’d ever felt and looking like a real slutty hooker in my red bra, semi-transparent white blouse, black fishnet stockings held up by a red suspender belt the straps of which were clearly visible as they protruded below the miniscule black skirt, I stumbled to the door of the shop in my seven inch heels. Although I’d loathed having to service the two shemales in the shop, I was petrified by the idea of having to approach several male sales assistants in a department store and persuade them to fill the condoms which Viv had just given me.