Luke's fingers danced over his laptop keyboard, the dim glow of the screen casting eerie shadows across his room. He was deep in the throes of sissy porn, his cock hard against the constraining fabric of his briefs, captivated by the sultry submissives surrendering to dominating alpha males. His breath hitched with every moan and slurp resonating from the speakers, the scenes feeding his growing desire to explore this for...

The moon hung high, casting a silvery glow over the quaint suburban neighbourhood. In a cosy, two-story house on Barket Street, a group of friends gathered for what promised to be a memorable night. The living room was transformed into a slumber party haven with fluffy blankets, pillows strewn about, and an array of snacks covering the coffee table. Laughter echoed through the room as the group settled in for an evening o...

John’s days had fallen into a monotonous routine since he lost his job. Hours slipped by as he browsed the internet, seeking solace in its anonymous embrace. Meanwhile, Emily, his wife, thrived in her new senior executive role, often working late and attending social functions with colleagues. Their once-close relationship was strained, and John’s feelings of inadequacy grew with each passing day. One afternoon, while Emi...

Calm yourself. The quiet voice sounded in my mind through the pandemonium of panic and anxiety, bringing with it blissful silence. I checked my reflection in the bathroom mirror, thankful no one else was in the office's toilets to see my mini-meltdown. My grey face stared blankly back at me, not far from being devoid of life and emotion, it was hard to believe that I was only in my early twenties, the face staring back at...

Liam pulled his truck into his driveway and got out of the truck as I did. He walked me over to my front door and didn’t speak until we were inside with the door closed behind us. “I’m proud of you, Crissy,” Liam said. “You are obedient and submissive and trusting. I’m sure that not knowing my plans for you can be unnerving at times. Your life is changing, your marriage is changing, and now even your body is changing. You...

Having removed my outfit from the afternoon, I went upstairs and took Lydia’s suggestion of indulging in a second shower for the day. I felt the sweat and use rise off me with the suds, but the feeling of the heavy load of cum inside me was impossible to get rid of, like the ache from the cage or the fullness from the plug. I re-dressed in my male clothes, thinking of them as a disguise as Lydia had suggested. It was true...

I can’t tell for how long my vision has been veiled or yet where I am nor which orientation my body has in space. Restraining my every movement, the ropes dull my proprioception. As the blindfold comes off, I am thankful for the dim light in the room; and for the first image hitting my retina being you. Naked. Almost. Your leather boots and gloves contrast with your body you flaunt so sensually when your pricked lips conn...

With the bra-full of jiggling breasts teasing me, every bit of online work was an erotic torment. I felt as if every person I was responding to would be able to tell that my humiliation was constantly deepening. By the time it was time to take a break for lunch, I was sure I’d made a dark stain in my panties from leaking. I was only halfway surprised to find that Lydia was still in the house, relaxing across the sofa in t...

With the high of my orgasm fading quickly, I felt the feeling of helplessness, humiliation and fear building. My cock, now fully softened and small, felt strange and silly trapped above the hem of my panties. I looked around the room, but there was nothing to give me much input or information. My time with Mallory had been so intense that I had lost track of any sense of time, and I was beginning to worry just how late in...

Alone in the hotel room, dressed in this outfit that made me feel more sissy and slutty than being naked would have, I started to pace. More than once I lifted my wrist to check the time, only to be reminded that my watch had been taken along with my other possessions. I was just about to reach for the bag left on the corner of the bed, to see what Liam had left behind, when there was a knock on the door. Something close...

I knew I was probably imagining it, but it felt like I could feel the puddle of cum moving inside me. I pictured the loads from all those men mixing together in my stomach. I did all I could to ignore those thoughts and put my attention to dinner and making sure everything was normal at home. I had to walk through all the rooms, looking for anything that I might have forgotten and set down or dropped when I was rushing ou...

I felt foolish, trying to walk with any kind of grace on my high heels, holding a pink feather duster in my cuffed hands, as though I was just another retail employee, dusting the shelves and preparing for opening. My outfit made me feel more exposed and on display than wearing nothing at all would. My lips were tingling from whatever was in my lipstick and the fake tits in my bra jiggled and bounced with every movement....

As I stood there in the dark closet, helplessly suspended and sissified, I could only watch Lydia turn back towards Cheryl. She had finished laying out her purchases on the foot of the bed, and had turned back to face Lydia with a nervous expression on her face. Bits and scraps of ruined lace and satin were scattered about at her feet. Lydia, still dressed impeccably, moved closer to her. “Sit on the edge of the bed, baby...

I woke to a silent, vibrating alarm. I was confused for a moment about where I was and why my underwear felt so strange but as my thoughts cleared, it all came back to me. I carefully reached down and into my pyjamas to confirm and sure enough, I was still wearing panties and they were stuck to me with dried cum. I got myself up and headed quickly downstairs. All my supplies were in our shared en suite bathroom so I could...

I sat down at my desk and powered up my computer. Once everything was up and going, I signed into my OnlyFans site. I was shocked by the numbers displayed on the dashboard landing site. My queued updates had been going out regularly, making the site an automated instrument of my humiliation and exposure. It was clearly resonating with some community, as I was now at a rather dizzying subscriber count of nearly a thousand....