Author's Note: Warning to readers: As with most of my stories this one is pretty darn slow and wordy so be warned. If you have read any of my other tales, then you will probably know what I mean. I don’t write quickie wham, bam thank you mam stuff. I aim to write with a certain element of realism about unrealistic situations of a non-consensual nature. This time the idea was to sort of play around with contrasts in a one-off story. Maybe it worked and maybe not. ...
Author's Note: the first part of the story is like beginning of the journey of the main character. so depending of readers interest, there will be more parts. Part 1 It was half an hour remaining to reach the train to the station of my destiny. I was a fresh graduate from a designing school n was moving to big city to fulfil my dreams. But there was a dream I was living while since years, and that was of cross-dressing. I started Cross-dressing since I was 14. Whenever I get chance, I used to wear my mom’s cloths or few from my own hidden collection. Now I was 21 and have nice n smooth body. Thin and toned waist just about 28 inches, lady like hands and small wrists, nicely curved hips which I earned with some hard work. Eventually with some of God’s bless and with some of my effort I am succeeded to maintain my body which can make a girl jealous if I would b a girl. My weight is only 51kg and height is 5'6". ...
The text read, “I’ll b redy in 5”. Knowing how long it took to get to her apartment from the parking lot, I immediately got out of my car and made the trek to her place. I knew the door would be unlocked so I opened it without knocking and entered to the sound of soft music (Mozart-my favorite) and the scent of burning candles. Closing and locking the door behind me I turned the corner to her living room and there she was. Standing in the middle of the room, her long auburn hair was tied in a ponytail high on her head and flowed halfway down her back. Her heavily made-up face (with extra-long fake eyelashes) was beautiful without the paint but this was how I wanted her. The ball gag was stuffed deep into her mouth and buckled tightly behind her head. The collar she had around her neck read “SLUT” with a leash connected to the D-ring in front. The plain white t-shirt did nothing to hide her full, D-sized breasts, and the excitement her nipples betrayed. Her shoulders were pulled back pushing her globes further forward than usual due to the handcuffs securing her wrists behind her back. The tight, red micro-miniskirt barely covered the chastity belt and the suspenders were clearly visibly extending from the black garter belt holding up her fishnet stockings. Her long, shapely legs tapered down to a pair of five inch red stilettoes that had buckles around the ankles, holding them onto her feet. The additional five inches to her tall frame allowed us to look eye-to-eye but as a sign of her submission, she kept hers down while I looked her up and down. ...
Author's Note: English is not primary language, Grammar poor hope to improve with time Part 1 I think it was in September three years ago when I meet her. Her referring to the most wonder person in the world a heart of gold a body to drool over and intelligent beyond her years. Sue is her name and she was nineteen years old when I met her Williamsburg Bridge she was at the bottom of one of the towers. Sue was looking up towards the top of the tower. I was almost done making my inspection of the bridge structure and walking along the last part that had to be inspected. Sue had a look that comes with being homeless she wasn’t actually dirty but her clothes were in need of a good washing and they were worn. Sue hair was long and looked like it hadn’t be cared for like it should have for several days, wasn’t brushed or kept, her eyes were sunken into her face and she had bags under her eyes. ...
Not wanting to disappoint my husband and stay true to my promise that I would tie myself up for my husband’s complete enjoyment. I decided I would do some more shopping on the the internet. Since it was summer I decided I would order a black leather string bikini. I also wanted to try a new gag that was a little more comfortable and because my husband rarely removed it from my mouth once it was strapped in. Really the only time he would remove my ball gag was when he made me suck his cock. I decided I would order a 2" ball gag with a latex stretch strap. ...
Author's Note: This is the sequel to ‘Summer Project’ It is usually a long time between postings for my stories. In the past, I have tried to compile a mailing list, but it has become unmanageable as of late. However, you can check my weblog at http://fesselnsfiction.blogspot.com/ for news of my latest works and to read some new ones. Any and all comments are welcome and appreciated. Please e-mail me a [email protected] or post them on my blog. ...
I have become so bored with NFL football and the lack of attention from my husband who is totally obsessed with it. On Sunday starting at noon he begins with the pregame show, followed by games at one and four, not to mention the night game that starts at eight. It’s twelve filled hours of him sitting on the couch in front of the television, while tracking his fantasy team’s results. ...
She wasn’t happy when I told her that I’d be going tomorrow for a three day convention, she already had made plans for us two that weekend. I patted her head and apologized, but she wouldn’t hear it. Although she knows my job takes me all over the country, she rather had me stay home with her and to be honest, so would I. I don’t like putting work before my personal life, but I know deep down she understands. ...
Chapter 1 “Not a single sound from you, is that understood? I hear anything from you and I will leave you standing where you are. Is that clear?” I nodded my assent, I knew my Mistress too well already. Even though this was our first real face to face meeting, we had communicated a lot online and I was already very used to following her instructions. Once she had told me to be silent, Mistress would tolerate nothing other than absolute silence until she said otherwise. ...
Author's Note: The whole story is already written but I will be posting it in parts, (there are 5 or 6 parts). I have never posted anything online before, but have enjoyed this site for so long, that I felt it was time to add something to it. Enjoy! Part 1 I walk in the door tired from work. My beautiful wife greets me with a hug and a kiss, I tell her I am really tired from working all week and just want to get to bed early. She seems a little disappointed but comes to bed with me. After ten minutes of tossing and turning she finally gets out of bed saying she couldn’t sleep and is going to get on the computer. I am half asleep and mumble something as she walks out of the bedroom, before she reaches the door I am back asleep. Sometime during the night I feel her come back into bed, but I fall right back asleep. ...