They say you never forget your first time, and I can certainly attest to that. I first met Treyvon at a gay bar downtown. I'd been going out more frequently, enjoying the freedom of being able to dress fully en femme. The bar had several dark corners, where I could sit inconspicuously, drinking cocktails alone, and people watch. He had been staring at me from the bar for most of the night, before finally plucking up the c...

The bed sagged and creaked, Will backing up to give Sam room. His hand reached out to his rival’s limp manhood, but he stopped. There would be time for that later. Now, he needed to get down to business and show Heather he was worth something. Pungent sweat and combined love juices filled Sam’s nostrils with a heavy presence. He leaned down and settled in, hefting Heather’s legs over his shoulders. Even when he teased her...

I fucking hate wearing compression shirts... Fucking things that I’ve always had to wear since I was fourteen. A byproduct created and then left behind in the aftermath of mother nature playing its cruelest joke on a pubescent boy. Let me explain... Instead of flooding my tiny body with testosterone to help my male body develop, my body was taken over by estrogen, making me a brutal victim of a severe chemical imbalance t...

With my hands and arms now free, I scoot to the edge of the bed and sit up.  As I begin to stretch my arms and work the kinks out from both my wrists, I catch Sam skipping around the foot of the bed from the corner of my eye. I quickly feel myself becoming hypnotized by the sight of her voluptuous breasts bouncing up and down through the sheer babydoll dress she is wearing. She is just bursting with sexual energy. So much...

If anybody would've bet me earlier today that, by the time the sun was going down, I'd be dressed as a high-end escort, completely shaved bald from the neck down and wearing something called a male chastity cage on my pecker, I would've bet my house against it. Yet here I am, looking like a hooker on steroids and smelling like I've just bathed in Victoria's Secret Pink With A Splash. Now I couldn't tell you what that spla...

Back in the days when studying for my marketing degree, I had a girlfriend who worked at the front desk of a salon.  Sometimes, I would pick her up after work.  I remember loving the smells and sounds of the salon, seeing how women would enter looking one way, undergo a makeover, sometimes a pretty radical one, and leave looking totally different.  I remember thinking how much power the stylists had to transform someone a...

"So, are you ready to play a little game with me, sissy?" Fiona asked perversely, still kneeling on my chest and pinning me to the bed. I looked up into her sultry eyes, enjoying the domination and feelings of entrapment as I nodded my consent. "Yes, Miss Fiona, please can we play a game now?" She laughed loudly, making the bed rumble, "Yes, I thought you'd like that!" Lifting herself up and waltzing into the bathroom, re...

"What was in the bag?" I wondered, racing over to the bed and dropping it down onto the mattress, before excitedly reaching inside. I knew what the first few items were, pulling out the maid's uniform, the bottle of lubricant, and my sexy new high heels. I just couldn't resist kicking off my shoes and trying them on again. "Fuck, these feel sexy," I thought, peeking back inside the bag to see what else I could find. The n...

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...

January 2015. I got a text from my wife saying that Robert was going to be at our place after work that evening. They had been seeing each other for a few years. She wanted me to be there because she might be a little late. When he got there I made him a scotch on the rocks and sat down to talk with him while we waited for her.  We were kind of just shooting the shit. Almost guy to guy. At some point, he said, "Our girl b...

“I appreciate you taking the time to meet with me,” Jaiden Chapman told me as my assistant Susan served us both coffees.  “Professor Greene at Texas Woman’s University recommended you,” she continued.  “Professor Greene, Kristen, is my thesis adviser — I’m working on my M. Ed. in curriculum design, and when I shared my story with her she was certain you would be able to help us.” I recognized the professor she was referri...

I led Jaime from the garage to my master bedroom in the back of the house and told him to get in the Waiting Position as he had done before and to remain silent until he was told he could talk.  I smiled when he nodded his head up and down for yes since he had just been denied the right of speech.  Perhaps he may just become as valuable as he appears on first glance, but that was rarely the case and each sissy was a refle...

I simply loved teaching the introductory Sissy Slave Classes at the Matriarchal Values Group, or MVG, and since the class is limited in size it is almost always fully enrolled and most people who take the course end up registering months early to make sure they will have a place secured for the upcoming class. The Matriarchal Values Group, or MVG, was a private society of like-minded, dominant women who believe and live o...