As I sit in my office, I am wearing my pink sissy uniform, watching the hired gardener dig up the weeds out front. I'm not supposed to expose myself to others, but my sissy rules state that I must be in uniform when nobody else is inside the house. I'm doing work, but all I can really concentrate on is the idea that I should be on my knees sucking cock, or being on all fours being fucked. It's all a bit much, so I head in...

Elle had had a bad day. Her boss, Beth Hardbroom had been getting on with her all day. As a Maid in her boss' luxurious Mansion, she had to cook and clean in nine-hour shifts, just her and one other girl. But finally, it was over. She had shed her awful uniform and got into her party clothes: tight leather skirt, red top, no panties, and no bra. She was going to get drunk, and possibly laid. She was almost out the door wh...

I was so pleased when he rang and told me I had got the job. I was the new housekeeper for Richard Adkins. The salary was excellent and best of all it came with a self-contained flat in the annex which meant I could finally move out of the house I shared with my useless ex-boyfriend. As an extra benefit, Richard Adkins was a good-looking, successful businessman, to whom I found myself attracted from the moment I saw him....

You might recall from the first chapter of this story that I had found a group of friends after several years of living successfully, but alone. I also became desperately attracted to one member of that group. Her name is Paula (Goddess Paula to me) and she had so many desirable traits that I found her irresistible. One of these traits was her perfect feet. She didn’t mind my attraction to her feet, and she even used my f...

“Mr. Knight!” Brandon heard a familiar voice from the doorway say. He jerked his head around and saw his maid Lucy standing there, looking every bit as shocked as he felt. Her eyes were fixed on his erect cock standing proudly, one hand still clutching it, frozen in mid-stroke. For the briefest moment, neither of them moved. Then, almost simultaneously, both of them snapped out of it. Lucy spun around on the ball of her f...

In the first chapter of this story, our neighbor Julianne made me her slave. She also made me a slave to my wife and to her husband. Chapter 2 continued with my wife taking control of me, paddling me to tears with a hairbrush, and demonstrating that she is more than capable of delivering pain and humiliation to her sissy-husband. In addition, our neighbors continued to use me and humiliate me as they wished. They even bro...

[Vernon] I confess that, as I watched the carriages from just beyond the hedge, I too was surprised by the well of emotions that stirred within me. I found myself standing there, empty-eyed, staring as the long train of horse-drawn buggies pulled out off the courtyard, filled with excited servants and their luggage. All of them tailed after the most elegant, ivory white, freight which led the procession. Within, I imagine...

As I stared up at the ceiling, contemplating my own existence, I couldn't help but retrace the last few weeks in my mind. My girlfriend had just broken up with me, apparently, she had met someone else and had been cheating on me for months. The same week, I found out that my company was laying people off and I was about to lose my job too. This is how I ended up at age twenty-five, living with my mom again. It wasn't all...

I own a successful training company specializing in courses for large Blue-Chip enterprises. The job excites me, always has, and I get to spend the majority of my time traveling. I also get the benefit of being able to work from home. The workweek is typical, Monday through Friday, nothing out of the ordinary, so I look for ways to spice it up, so to speak. That is where my passion for corporal punishment comes in. I have...

Bancroft Hall, Dorsetshire, England. September 1902. In the late afternoon of the second day after her arrival at Bancroft, the countess returned from a ride and found me in her sunlit bedroom tidying up, as befits a lady’s maid. I noticed she was moving stiffly and enquired as to the problem. ‘I almost fell off my horse in the woods on the far side of the lake,’ she answered, her slight German accent noticeable in the qu...