Bog Lemos on Utopia Stories Library

Cleaning

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: My Health Cleanse: Becoming a Sissy for my own Board

In front of the Cleanse Company corporate board in our modest country retreat, 50 acres, standing at the head of the solid oak table with the other ten members, I continue “and that is how I brought our highest profits ever!” in my confident, strong, happy voice. As founder, president and CEO I do more than anyone else. Everyone is happy with my results. “This is the best investment I ever made!” Sarah smiles buttressing my domination over the company. We leave the meeting together on a high note as I offer “Feel free to observe any of our customers in their healthy weight loss fantasies. You can’t hurt them and they won’t know you were there.” Joan and several other board members take me up on my offer, going up to the observation deck. She smiles “I always like the unique ones… you should try it sometime, Brandon.” as she playfully taps my modest gut. I just smile in response as the room empties. Ten successful years of profitable business.

Finding My Girl

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: this is sort of a dark fantasy of mine, while I’m 33, single, only did it with one lady, and am quite straight, the idea of sliding into a simple lifestyle without challenge always held some allure to me

Chapter 1

I’m Brandon and I figured I’d write a few sentences about life with Jessy, my best friend and my girl. She is cute and we met in a local mall, and she gets me more sex than I can handle. Her hair changes colors seemingly weekly, although normally a purple streak or two is involved. Today she is a blonde, some black at the roots, and yes purple above the eyes. Jessy is green eyed, just a hair shorter than me, and about my age (28) though considerably more ‘perky’. But on paper all relationships look like sun and rainbows. Even across the way they tend to seem sweeter than what either participant might consider.

Finding My Handcuffs

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: Self-bondage is bitter sweet because the best and worst parts are hopelessly intertwined.

The Move

I grew to not hate but certainly dislike home, town, the local cities. I was born here, my parents and siblings are close, but I had to move on. It’s not like I haven’t traveled, I needed to live somewhere else. Life was moving slow, I wanted less people who know my parents, and more options. So I moved to Florida, from one of the northern tier states, ‘for work’ and for the beaches, the sun, the weather.

Mall Hell

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: Expands a sentence from my long story ‘The Sissy Bargain’ right after I sign a contract where Satan helps people pick boys or girls: beginner homosexuality training.

Mall

I’m Brandon, penniless but I just signed a blood contract with Satan to fix that. The contract: no hitting on new women (it is fine if the girls approach me), no talking to old flings, free money. Satan and I were finishing and it was time to go home. I think his goal is make men sissies or Betas. Luckily I’ve always had lots of dates and girls so no worries. Signing went good and my advocate Rachel left.