Writing this story I ended up with two Versions one a female bitch and one a male bastard anyways this is the Female bitch version.
Jenny, a bright young thing drove back for her Aunties, after thanksgiving, feeling much better about her career.
Jenny, having suffered at the hands of bullies, always taunting her about her sexuality, coping with her repressed puberty and eventual SRS, organised by her aunt, setting her free to be the pretty young women she now was.
Jenny, a bright young thing drove back for her Aunties, after thanksgiving, feeling much better about her career.
Jenny, having suffered at the hands of bullies, always taunting her about her sexuality, coping with her repressed puberty and eventual SRS, organised by her aunt, at her clinic, setting her free to be the pretty young women she now was.
Jenny’s Aunt telling her, as she left, not to worry, that things would work out and just to keep working hard.
Elizabeth urged us to go and see the family doctor.
After sitting through the doctor ranting at us about our irresposibility experimenting with hormones, she arranged a monthly appointment with the sperm bank where they would check the viability of my output and store viable samples for when I could no longer produce semen capable of producing children. Star, sitting next to me, reached over and held my hand.
Hi, I am Jim. This is a story about series of events that led me to where I am today. I am your average guy. Early 20’s, single, 170lbs, and about 5’10”. I never went to college because nothing interested me. So I am stuck working as a waiter as a local diner.
In high school he dated a few girls but the last one, Sarah, made an impression on him. At the time Sarah was a senior and I was a junior. Sarah’s family moved into town, two streets away from me, when she started her senior year. As they were dating for a month or two, she suddenly changed one day and became very dominate.
Martin Frist checked his watch again, only two minutes since the last time he checked. From his vantage point on the opposite side of the street, he could see through the wide glass of Gourmand’s. Within, elegantly dressed couples and friends shared wine and food amidst the candlelit atmosphere and classical music played from a quartet nestled in the corner near the kitchen doors.
Josh was experiencing a storm of emotions. He was aroused by the soft insistent pressure of Tiffany's breasts against his back, the soothing strokes of the other two girls hands and then there was the wafting odors of the used panties that 'filled' his bra. He wanted to screw these girls, bury his cock in them, but the teasing had an edge to it. He had heard them say 'boy toy and chippendale', but neither of those wore a bra.
The words started to pool together in Josh's head...'Boy Toy'...'Chippendale'...'Girl's night' It was all so sexual. Tiffany was pressing her breasts into my back. He could feel Tiffany's hard nipples on those breasts...like the tied-off end of balloons that were blown up...the rubber knot was the only thing that broke the smooth round surface. Josh started to pant as Natasha and Kimberly stroked his hairless chest and arms. He imagined himself in the middle of a soft 'pile of girly bodies.' It felt amazing.
My wife doesn't like anal at all. My first wife would do it when asked. One night we had a party at our house. After midnight everyone left except one couple. We were all drunk of course. And it turns out we were all horny too. We were in the living room talking. I was sitting in my chair and my wife was sitting on the couch with the other couple.
Cuckold and Sissy groups really turn me on. I am a sissy and want to be cuckolded by my wife. Here is my story and my fantasies.
First I have to say, when we are in public I am a normal, manly type guy. Kind of macho but not a jerk about it. Just a normal, flannel shirt wearing, beer drinking, kind of guy. But at home in private, things are different. My wife likes to be domineering and I like to be submissive. Here is the story of how we discovered that.
I lived with a GF for 2 years. She loved sex. Anything I wanted and any time I wanted it. It was great. And same with her. Anything she wanted was fine with me.
One night after she rode me to mutual orgasm, she wasn't ready to quit. After a little moving around on her part I found her freshly fucked and cum oozing pussy over my face. As I gazed up, not sure what to do, she started sucking my cock. Then she lowered her cum filled pussy to my mouth.
Tonight my wife and I went out to eat together at the small town supper club where we usually go. Everyone there knows us and we know everyone else. We are one of the the happily married couples. We sat at the bar and talked about our day as we drank a few cocktails before dinner. And chatted with other people at the bar. We seem very ordinary to the people who know us.
I love watching a guy "seduce" my wife. Kiss her and feel her up, then open her shirt. The whole "try to get her to fuck" game. Most of the time the guy knows he is going to fuck her, but sometimes she will pick a guy up and lead him on so he tries his best to get lucky. Those times are great.
I can't talk about any of this with our friends. We live in a country setting with small towns and must be careful about rumors and talk. Some of the men my wife has sex with are married and their wives don't know. So we must all be discrete. Most people around here have no idea what a hot wife is. Here they would be simply sluts. You and I know better. And a cuck here would be frowned on as being a weirdo but again, we know the truth.
The strip poker was how my first wife and I started swapping. We had never done anything like that before. One night we had another couple over for drinks and talk. I worked with the husband and his wife and mine had met at a company dinner.
We had some drinks and talked and the other wife asked if we wanted to play cards. We played for a while and drank more. The other husband, Steve, suggested in a joking way that we play strip poker. I was all for it. His wife agreed right away. I never thought my wife would agree. But she did. I was really surprised.
Actually my wife has never been jealous of me. I lived with a GF for a couple years before getting married to my wife (my second wife). She loved cucking me but she was very jealous. I was not allowed to even look at another woman. But my wife is not jealous at all. She asked me a few times if I wanted to fuck another women just to be fair with her fucking guys but I told her I was happy with just fucking her and watching her with other guys.
Last night my wife and I went to a Halloween party at a bar. I dressed up as a hayseed type guy and my wife dressed as a slut. She was hot looking. I helped her dress so I knew about the crotch less satin panties and the satin chemise under her low cut sexy dress. And I knew about the lace garter belt holding up her fishnet stockings. I had a hard little cock the whole time she was dressing. Then came the thick make up and curly blond wig. When we left for the bar she had a definite fuck me look about her. And I had a feeling I knew what was going to happen.
This is the story of how it started. Being a sissy cuckold and enjoying it very much. My wife Patti, and I both enjoy these activities very much. We love each other very much and do these things to enhance our sex lives, not to be mean. The humiliations and name calling are all done in fun and because they add to our enjoyment. Having my wife call me a sissy boy turns me on. And my calling her a slut does the same for her. There is a bit of role playing involved with what we like to do.
My wife and I were out for a motorcycle ride one afternoon and stopped at a nearby country bar. While we enjoyed a beer a guy who knew my wife came over and said "hi you horny little fucker" to my wife. Holy shit.
She laughed and they flirted with each other a while. Soon he asked if she wanted to take a ride in his new car. He invited me to but I said I would wait for them at the bar.
Bob and I met through the internet. Like me, he is a bisexual married guy, who enjoys wearing women's panties and lingerie. He is luckier than I am though, his wife not only accepts his fetish of dressing in sexy undies, she encourages it, and enjoys it with him. That is what set off the chain of events leading to this story.
Well it finally happened. My wife and I have been reading the messages in the cuckold groups and hearing about the experiences of other couples. We have done many of the things talked about as you all know. Watching her have sex with another lover and eating her creampies are my favorite things. I have held her lovers cocks and guided them into her. That is hot. And I have laid under her in a 69, while her lover fucked her doggy style and then licked her while they did it. Of course I couldn’t help but lick his cock at the same time. And we all enjoyed that a lot.
This is a story about the first time I had sex with another
woman. I too am a woman. Judy and I had been friends since we were little girls.
We hung around together, double dated, and shared our experiences
with each other. We had apartments in the same building.
One Saturday I walked down the hall to Judy's place to spend
time with her. Little did I know what would happen that special
afternoon. When I arrived at Judy's apartment I let myself in as
I always do. I walked toward the kitchen and was about to call
My world has collapsed to being one of breathing only and thought, I can feel no sensation other than the air I breath and if my box, crate or whatever it is moving, which it has not as far as I know yet. I am very hot inside this packaged airless box, so much so I feel beads of perspiration trickling down parts of my body already and wonder how long I can survive like this before I dehydrate to death.
Star poured us a glass of wine each as I sat at the dressing table to remove my make-up.
"You did well tonight, fronting up to my brothers and shaming Mother into apologising to you. The most surprising thing for me though was when she apologised to me. I would have bet every penny I have that the only time that would happen was when Hell froze."
"Damn, I could have got all of your money without having to marry you." I giggled.
"Ah! but then I'd have had to marry you to get it back."
Hello, my name is Marcie and I am Valerie’s sissy slave. I do anything Valerie wants me to do. I love her so much even though she makes me do the most disgusting and horrible things. I still love her so much. It wasn’t always like this. It started almost a year ago, right at the beginning of my last year of high school and I had just turned eighteen. I just moved here and started in this school and right away, I knew things were going to be different.
About two weeks had passed since that night. Neither of them
acknowledged it but they both knew that there somethin special happened
that night. A spark. Some Chemistry. They hadn't officially conferred
Boyfriend/Girlfriend status on one another. But in their hearts they
Andrew was a hardworking straight A's university student. He was neither
small nor the owner of an intimidating physical presence. When his
parents offered to pay for part of the tuition he had insisted that he
would pay for college out of his own pocket. After managing to get a
partial scholarship, Andrew had taken to tutoring to cover the rest of
it. This meant that money was always tight. He rented a small studio
apartment and lived there alone.
If I'd known just what was waiting for me in the dining room I would have set off running. Usain Bolt could not have kept up with me (even though I was wearing stilettos), and Mo Farah would have run out of stamina long before me.
" Can't allow screaming, darling. Screaming just makes everyone upset." With those words she had pinched my nostrils closed and slipped a ball gag into my mouth the instant I opened it to take a breath. "Unfortunately, your insistence on shattering the neighbors' tranquility has placed some rather strict limitations on our conversation. Guess we'll have to settle for me asking yes / no questions."
I wait with Maria for well over an hour making small talk with her and finding I actually do like her even with what she has done to me. I see though that Maria is fidgeting more as each minute drags on, I’m guessing she was expecting either Sandra or Mike to have returned by now.
“This is taking longer than usual between them, you wait here I’m going to try and see what is happening”
"It shames me to say it, but it's the rare dominatrix who understands the first thing about spanking. First of all,the subject must be completely helpless and immobilized. The whole point is lost if the sissy senses any hope of escape. For example, you'll try desperately to move out of reach of my little spanker, but you won't succeed. This will create a sense of desperation, even panic, that will make you much more receptive to future training. Secondly, the spanking device must be slender to focus the kinetic energy in order to produce a sharp sting on contract.
I let myself be soothed by Evelyn' s soft voice and tender touch as she finished my haircut. At least I tried to. Such a contrast between her message and the tone of voice she was using to deliver it. And although the promise of being feminized was frightening, I couldn't help but being excited. Picturing myself working in her beauty parlor, my hair and makeup always neat as a pin, a smock worn over my tasteful skirt and blouse... I was already starting to like myself as this girl. So what if the salon patrons knew I was really a sissy?
Evelyn sensed that her proclamation had upset me deeply. I think I was trembling and starting to cry. Her tone changed completely. She put her arm around my shoulders and spoke tenderly. "Come in the kitchen and let's shape this hair a little before your perm tomorrow. It's getting some length but it's not really a girl's haircut. You're scheduled for a long day in the salon tomorrow. If we cut your hair tonight, we can reduce your time in the salon chair a bit.
I listened to her words uncertain that this was really happening. Like I had slipped from a reality where I had been playing an exciting and dangerous game, into an hallucination where everything suddenly was becoming unreal. Agree to be her sissy? Submit to her domination and be trained to behave like a girl? Quit my job and work for her, as a girl, keeping her salon clean? Was any of this really happening?