Wednesday, 11 August 2010
Wednesday, 28 July 2010
TODAYS FETISH: SATIN
I do love satin,
http://www.storysite.org/story/control~01.html
This is all so crazy, that I guess I should just put down what happened and let you decide what I should do. To begin with, my name is Carl and I'm 15. Just 15 three weeks ago – and what a three weeks it has been. I live with Donna, my step-mother in a small town outside of New York City. She and my dad have only been married two years and he travels most of the time. So it's usually just Donna and I at home.
And that can make it hard. See, I can't take my eyes off her. Donna is 37, with long, luxurious and oh so curly raven-hair and crystal blue eyes, a breathtaking face and legs that go all the way up to here.
What's worse is she's so…feminine. What I mean is the way she carries herself. The way she moves, smiles, crosses her legs, brushes her hair from her eyes. The way she wears a silk dress or a satin blouse and a simple black chiffon skirt. And her heels and always, always, always stockings. It all makes me…crazy. And I know that she knows it.
Plus she says things. "I'd love to have your complexion," or "What long eyelashes you have," or "That's a pretty color for you." "I swear you really should have been a girl." Maybe because she had three sisters she sees things through a female perspective but sometimes, it can be quite unnerving. And then there was the time she sorta caught me.
Early one morning about two months ago I took one of her ivory satin half- slips and was using it for all of about 5 minutes. C'mon, I have needs, you know. I'm 15, healthy and well you figure it out. I'm in bed around 10 in the morning, my cock wrapped in her satin slip and she walks in my room.
Well, she knocked first, but then walked right in. She was wearing a white silk blouse and a short chiffon skirt and those stockings and heels. The sunlight lit her better than any cinematographer in Hollywood. I had just enough time to pull the covers up.
"Hey sleepyhead, time to get up."
Then she looked down at the way my cock tented the covers and she added with that smile – that 'oh my god I want to kiss her so bad-smile', "I see you're up already."
I blushed furiously and squirmed as she leaned down, her hair falling across her face as she gave me a kiss on the cheek. I could smell her perfume and the simple little touch of her pink lipstick on my check was all it took. I exploded into the slip, under the covers, shuddering as I did so.
"Oh, are you cold?"
She ran her perfectly manicured hand across my forehead and through my hair as I shot another rope into her satin slip.
"No…no…no, really…I'm fine."
"Well I'm going shopping with Barbara, I'll be back in a few hours."
She rose from the bed, turned and started to leave. Then, abruptly, she turned, glanced at the covers and noticed the distinct lack of a tent. Her eyes locked into mine and a small, perfect smile formed on those fantastic lips. "See ya later," and with that she was out of my room.
OK, I'll admit it, I could have died right then. I know she knew. But I felt I had dodged a bullet. As soon as I heard the car drive out of the driveway, I was up, showering and dressing and out the door myself. I was off to see Lisa.
Lisa, Lisa, Lisa. Lisa is 17, Barbara's daughter and my girlfriend.
OK, she's a girl and a friend and I want to fuck her so badly, but it just hasn't happened yet. We kiss for hours and she once gave me a hand job, but so far, we haven't gone all the way. So now, every time I'm with Lisa all I can think about is…when is it going to happen?
Then, it nearly did. That night Donna told me that she and I were having dinner with Barbara and Lisa. I was overjoyed. Barbara is not only a gorgeous blonde with green eyes and a tush to die for – that girl can cook. Plus Lisa and I had agreed to go to a late movie so it was all going to work out fine.
As dinner neared, Lisa and I were in her room – kissing. A lot. Then came the call and we joined Barbara and Donna at the table. They both looked so good. They had had a successful shopping spree earlier in the day. Barbara wore a green silk wrap dress that set off her long blonde hair perfectly.
I loved the way she wore her pearls as well, they added a wonderful touch of femininity. Donna was dressed in black satin lounge pants and a white satin blouse. I was surrounded by sex. Everywhere I looked there was a feminine delight. Cleavage, a flash of leg, Lisa's kisses had left me with a stone in my pants and now I had to try to eat a pork roast. Impossible.
But, we did. Managed not to spill anything until Donna spoke.
"Honey, Barbara has invited us to stay over tonight. I think it will be fun. So, when you get back from the movies, just stretch out on the couch."
Oh yeah, right. Like I'm not going to sneak up into Lisa's room. I turned and saw a sly smile cross Lisa's face and I agreed that it would be a good idea to stay over.
The movie was probably fine. I don't remember a single frame of it. We stopped for ice cream – I think – on the way home, but really all I could think of was getting back to Lisa's place.
It was after one in the morning. Lisa and I were in her room. We had been kissing for half an hour and rolling around on her bed. Lisa had long favored what she called, "distinctive dressing." She wanted to stand out from the crowd. Tonight, since we were seeing a remake of a '50's monster movie, she had chosen a big poufy satin skirt and some taffeta petticoats and a pale blue silk blouse. She had fixed her hair with pink ribbons and she looked so hot.
Now you have to understand that Lisa could be a bit bossy. It was just her nature. So when she told me to take off my shirt and pants I was both surprised and happy to oblige. I lay on her bed in just my boxers and we continued kissing, my hands playing with her hardening nipples through her blouse.
"Do you want to be my boyfriend?" she asked.
"I am your boyfriend."
She quickly brushed her fingers across my nipples and asked again, "Do you want to be my boyfriend?"
Yes…yes, absolutely."
"Well, I think you should prove it," she said as her red finger nail traced a line up my hairless leg towards my crotch.
"Anything. Do you want to have…sex?" I asked.
She reached the front of my boxers and slipped her hand inside. I squirmed a bit as she gripped me tightly.
"I want you to kiss me."
Now, I had been kissing the hell out of her, so I figured, sure, she wants more kissing.
"Here."
And with her free hand, she lifted the hem of her dress and pettis, revealing pink satin panties.
"Oh."
I hadn't been there before. I had heard about it, but hadn't quite gotten this close yet. But I was willing and when she rolled over on top of me her dress falling all around me I knew I would do what she wanted. She fluffed her skirts around my chest and leaned down and kissed me. The sound of her pettis made me even more excited. Then, she reached down and yanked my boxers off, leaned down and placed a hot wet kiss on the tip of my engorged cock.
"If you do it right, I will give you a big reward."
I promised to do it as right as I could as she rolled onto her back and a smile spread across her pretty face. I slid down and began a series of kisses up her stocking encased legs until I came face to face with her pink panties. I moved in and planted a light kiss on her pussy as she shuddered in delight. I slipped my fingers into the waistband of her panties and slowly pulled them down. I slowly began nibbling on her lips. I could feel her wetness spreading. Lisa's small moans gradually became not-so-muffled cries of ecstasy as my tongue worked its little magic. My cock, sliding against the satin of her sheets, was harder than ever and began leaking precum.
And then – it got dark. Suddenly, Lisa closed her legs around my head and I felt the taffeta of her pettis and dress cover my back all the way down to my ass as Barbara and Donna entered her room.
"Lisa…honey are you…alright?" said Barbara.
I tried not to move as I felt her hand on my head but it must have made quite a sight.
"LISA! What on earth are you….who is that under your dress?"
"Mother I can explain. He…it's Carl…he just…he…I…I had fallen asleep and the next thing I knew he was…here!"
I struggled to get out from under her dress as I heard the lie escape her lips. That's when I felt the slap on my bare ass.
"Owww," I cried. "Wait…"
When I finally got out from under her skirt – there stood Barbara and Donna, both dressed in matching silk bridal-white baby doll nighties with matching elegant chiffon negligees.
"Carl. Oh my…what have you done? My best friend's daughter…" said a clearly enraged Donna.
"No. It isn't…please. Wait…"
I rolled off the bed, my cock bobbing as I tried to cover myself with Lisa's pink panties.
"My panties! Carl! Mother, Carl…has my panties."
Barbara's eyes narrowed. She was beautiful and angry. She held her hand out and I realized I had to give them to her. I slowly handed them over, trying to cover my cock."
Donna moved towards me, her breasts nearly bursting through the little nighty. At five nine, and with those 3" mules she towered over me.
"Carl…panties? I knew you liked my slips…but have you…have you been wearing my panties too?"
I was thunderstruck. She knew about the slip. I was mortified.
"Donna…no…see…wait…I …your slip was…just the one time. Panties – never."
"He's been using my slips and panties to masturbate. I've been finding them in the hamper the past few weeks."
A smile crossed Lisa's face. She knew she was safe.
"Donna, wait, please I can explain."
Donna moved close to me and took me in her arms, wrapping her negligee around me. "It's alright honey. I understand.
She understood? She understood what? I blushed furiously as I caught Barbara checking out my engorged cock. "Sometimes boys like to wear girl's clothes. It's ok."
I tried to pull away, to proclaim my innocence, but to no avail. Donna held me tight in her chiffon embrace.
I shuddered as the chiffon of her negligee made contact with my arms and my back. I tried desperately to keep my pelvis from making contact, but to no avail. I felt my cock slide against Donna's silky nightgown and I knew I was in danger.
"No…it isn't that way. Please."
"Donna are you saying that Carl…Carl wants to wear panties?" asked Barbara.
"Oh that explains all this," said Lisa with the slyest smile.
"Needs," said Donna. "Needs I think would be a better way to describe it. He just needs to feel silk and satin on his skin. It's a thing some boys go through."
Where did she get that from I wondered. Then she gave me a tighter hug, moving her own pelvis against mine. I struggled a bit, trying to get away, my cock rubbing against the silk that covered her hard belly. Oh please. Don't. I was…so close. And I know she knew.
"They can't control themselves. It's a part of who they are." She looked down at me, placed a finger under my chin, tilting my head up, "Girls like the feeling of silk and satin. You can't control yourself can you sweetie?"
"Girls?" What on earth was she saying? I was about to prove I was no girl. I was so close. The head of my penis was purple and my knees nearly buckled. Then Donna ran her hand down my back and rested it on my ass and then slowly pushed my pelvis into hers.
"Sometimes girls can't control themselves." That did it.
I came. Rope after rope of hot cum poured out against Donna's belly. I tried to escape her grasp, but she held me tight.
"It's alright Carl…you let it out. Let it all out." My knees buckled as Barbara gasped and Lisa screamed in delight.
'Oh my god he's cumming. Mother, look at him…It's Donna's silky nighty that did it. He does…he loves the feel of silk and satin."
A tear raced down my cheek as I felt the world collapsing around me.
"No! No, really, please…it's just that I was so…Lisa…made me…She asked me to kiss her and…oh I am so…."
Ten minutes later I was sitting on the edge of the bed, naked, Barbara and Donna standing in front of me, holding a pink satin night gown.
"You say you don't have a problem, is that right?" asked Barbara. "But, you've stolen your mother's slips and now you've cum all over her nighty, but you don't think you have a problem?"
"No. See, I was just…too excited. I'm so sorry. Please don't make me wear that nightgown."
"No one is going to make you do anything Carl. But we need to determine something. If you can't control yourself, then perhaps that is an indication that you need to explore another side of yourself. The feminine side. Now, isn't that fair?" asked Barbara.
"I can. I can control myself. Honest."
"Well then we will just try a little experiment. For one day, you dress in the clothes that you seem to love so much. If you can keep from messing your pretty new things, if you can control yourself, we'll forget this whole episode. However, if you fail, then Donna and I agree that you should spend another day or two exploring your feminine side. So…are we in agreement?"
"Oh, no. Please…I couldn't. I promise I will never touch anything of yours again, Donna. Please don't make me do this. Barbara please, I promise that I will never see Lisa again."
"No. You either learn to control yourself or…you learn more about yourself. It's either that or we have a discussion with your father when he returns."
That idea terrified me. He would never understand. Never. He wouldn't be home for another week or so. I could do it. I could control myself for one day.
"OK. For one day. I agree."
"That means you don't cum in your panties or night gowns or in your dress…
"Dress? What dress?" I cried.
"You will dress as a girl for a day. Girls wear dresses. And panties and pearls and makeup – you will dress that way for one day. And control yourself. Or we tell your dad," said Barbara.
I was resigned to the idea. I had just come like a racehorse against my step-mother's beautiful nightgown and she didn't seem at all mad. She was giving me a chance to prove myself. Now all I had to do was control myself for one simple day.
http://www.storysite.org/story/control~01.html
Control
by Sandra Silk
And that can make it hard. See, I can't take my eyes off her. Donna is 37, with long, luxurious and oh so curly raven-hair and crystal blue eyes, a breathtaking face and legs that go all the way up to here.
What's worse is she's so…feminine. What I mean is the way she carries herself. The way she moves, smiles, crosses her legs, brushes her hair from her eyes. The way she wears a silk dress or a satin blouse and a simple black chiffon skirt. And her heels and always, always, always stockings. It all makes me…crazy. And I know that she knows it.
Plus she says things. "I'd love to have your complexion," or "What long eyelashes you have," or "That's a pretty color for you." "I swear you really should have been a girl." Maybe because she had three sisters she sees things through a female perspective but sometimes, it can be quite unnerving. And then there was the time she sorta caught me.
Early one morning about two months ago I took one of her ivory satin half- slips and was using it for all of about 5 minutes. C'mon, I have needs, you know. I'm 15, healthy and well you figure it out. I'm in bed around 10 in the morning, my cock wrapped in her satin slip and she walks in my room.
Well, she knocked first, but then walked right in. She was wearing a white silk blouse and a short chiffon skirt and those stockings and heels. The sunlight lit her better than any cinematographer in Hollywood. I had just enough time to pull the covers up.
"Hey sleepyhead, time to get up."
Then she looked down at the way my cock tented the covers and she added with that smile – that 'oh my god I want to kiss her so bad-smile', "I see you're up already."
I blushed furiously and squirmed as she leaned down, her hair falling across her face as she gave me a kiss on the cheek. I could smell her perfume and the simple little touch of her pink lipstick on my check was all it took. I exploded into the slip, under the covers, shuddering as I did so.
"Oh, are you cold?"
She ran her perfectly manicured hand across my forehead and through my hair as I shot another rope into her satin slip.
"No…no…no, really…I'm fine."
"Well I'm going shopping with Barbara, I'll be back in a few hours."
She rose from the bed, turned and started to leave. Then, abruptly, she turned, glanced at the covers and noticed the distinct lack of a tent. Her eyes locked into mine and a small, perfect smile formed on those fantastic lips. "See ya later," and with that she was out of my room.
OK, I'll admit it, I could have died right then. I know she knew. But I felt I had dodged a bullet. As soon as I heard the car drive out of the driveway, I was up, showering and dressing and out the door myself. I was off to see Lisa.
Lisa, Lisa, Lisa. Lisa is 17, Barbara's daughter and my girlfriend.
OK, she's a girl and a friend and I want to fuck her so badly, but it just hasn't happened yet. We kiss for hours and she once gave me a hand job, but so far, we haven't gone all the way. So now, every time I'm with Lisa all I can think about is…when is it going to happen?
Then, it nearly did. That night Donna told me that she and I were having dinner with Barbara and Lisa. I was overjoyed. Barbara is not only a gorgeous blonde with green eyes and a tush to die for – that girl can cook. Plus Lisa and I had agreed to go to a late movie so it was all going to work out fine.
As dinner neared, Lisa and I were in her room – kissing. A lot. Then came the call and we joined Barbara and Donna at the table. They both looked so good. They had had a successful shopping spree earlier in the day. Barbara wore a green silk wrap dress that set off her long blonde hair perfectly.
I loved the way she wore her pearls as well, they added a wonderful touch of femininity. Donna was dressed in black satin lounge pants and a white satin blouse. I was surrounded by sex. Everywhere I looked there was a feminine delight. Cleavage, a flash of leg, Lisa's kisses had left me with a stone in my pants and now I had to try to eat a pork roast. Impossible.
But, we did. Managed not to spill anything until Donna spoke.
"Honey, Barbara has invited us to stay over tonight. I think it will be fun. So, when you get back from the movies, just stretch out on the couch."
Oh yeah, right. Like I'm not going to sneak up into Lisa's room. I turned and saw a sly smile cross Lisa's face and I agreed that it would be a good idea to stay over.
The movie was probably fine. I don't remember a single frame of it. We stopped for ice cream – I think – on the way home, but really all I could think of was getting back to Lisa's place.
It was after one in the morning. Lisa and I were in her room. We had been kissing for half an hour and rolling around on her bed. Lisa had long favored what she called, "distinctive dressing." She wanted to stand out from the crowd. Tonight, since we were seeing a remake of a '50's monster movie, she had chosen a big poufy satin skirt and some taffeta petticoats and a pale blue silk blouse. She had fixed her hair with pink ribbons and she looked so hot.
Now you have to understand that Lisa could be a bit bossy. It was just her nature. So when she told me to take off my shirt and pants I was both surprised and happy to oblige. I lay on her bed in just my boxers and we continued kissing, my hands playing with her hardening nipples through her blouse.
"Do you want to be my boyfriend?" she asked.
"I am your boyfriend."
She quickly brushed her fingers across my nipples and asked again, "Do you want to be my boyfriend?"
Yes…yes, absolutely."
"Well, I think you should prove it," she said as her red finger nail traced a line up my hairless leg towards my crotch.
"Anything. Do you want to have…sex?" I asked.
She reached the front of my boxers and slipped her hand inside. I squirmed a bit as she gripped me tightly.
"I want you to kiss me."
Now, I had been kissing the hell out of her, so I figured, sure, she wants more kissing.
"Here."
And with her free hand, she lifted the hem of her dress and pettis, revealing pink satin panties.
"Oh."
I hadn't been there before. I had heard about it, but hadn't quite gotten this close yet. But I was willing and when she rolled over on top of me her dress falling all around me I knew I would do what she wanted. She fluffed her skirts around my chest and leaned down and kissed me. The sound of her pettis made me even more excited. Then, she reached down and yanked my boxers off, leaned down and placed a hot wet kiss on the tip of my engorged cock.
"If you do it right, I will give you a big reward."
I promised to do it as right as I could as she rolled onto her back and a smile spread across her pretty face. I slid down and began a series of kisses up her stocking encased legs until I came face to face with her pink panties. I moved in and planted a light kiss on her pussy as she shuddered in delight. I slipped my fingers into the waistband of her panties and slowly pulled them down. I slowly began nibbling on her lips. I could feel her wetness spreading. Lisa's small moans gradually became not-so-muffled cries of ecstasy as my tongue worked its little magic. My cock, sliding against the satin of her sheets, was harder than ever and began leaking precum.
And then – it got dark. Suddenly, Lisa closed her legs around my head and I felt the taffeta of her pettis and dress cover my back all the way down to my ass as Barbara and Donna entered her room.
"Lisa…honey are you…alright?" said Barbara.
I tried not to move as I felt her hand on my head but it must have made quite a sight.
"LISA! What on earth are you….who is that under your dress?"
"Mother I can explain. He…it's Carl…he just…he…I…I had fallen asleep and the next thing I knew he was…here!"
I struggled to get out from under her dress as I heard the lie escape her lips. That's when I felt the slap on my bare ass.
"Owww," I cried. "Wait…"
When I finally got out from under her skirt – there stood Barbara and Donna, both dressed in matching silk bridal-white baby doll nighties with matching elegant chiffon negligees.
"Carl. Oh my…what have you done? My best friend's daughter…" said a clearly enraged Donna.
"No. It isn't…please. Wait…"
I rolled off the bed, my cock bobbing as I tried to cover myself with Lisa's pink panties.
"My panties! Carl! Mother, Carl…has my panties."
Barbara's eyes narrowed. She was beautiful and angry. She held her hand out and I realized I had to give them to her. I slowly handed them over, trying to cover my cock."
Donna moved towards me, her breasts nearly bursting through the little nighty. At five nine, and with those 3" mules she towered over me.
"Carl…panties? I knew you liked my slips…but have you…have you been wearing my panties too?"
I was thunderstruck. She knew about the slip. I was mortified.
"Donna…no…see…wait…I …your slip was…just the one time. Panties – never."
"He's been using my slips and panties to masturbate. I've been finding them in the hamper the past few weeks."
A smile crossed Lisa's face. She knew she was safe.
"Donna, wait, please I can explain."
Donna moved close to me and took me in her arms, wrapping her negligee around me. "It's alright honey. I understand.
She understood? She understood what? I blushed furiously as I caught Barbara checking out my engorged cock. "Sometimes boys like to wear girl's clothes. It's ok."
I tried to pull away, to proclaim my innocence, but to no avail. Donna held me tight in her chiffon embrace.
I shuddered as the chiffon of her negligee made contact with my arms and my back. I tried desperately to keep my pelvis from making contact, but to no avail. I felt my cock slide against Donna's silky nightgown and I knew I was in danger.
"No…it isn't that way. Please."
"Donna are you saying that Carl…Carl wants to wear panties?" asked Barbara.
"Oh that explains all this," said Lisa with the slyest smile.
"Needs," said Donna. "Needs I think would be a better way to describe it. He just needs to feel silk and satin on his skin. It's a thing some boys go through."
Where did she get that from I wondered. Then she gave me a tighter hug, moving her own pelvis against mine. I struggled a bit, trying to get away, my cock rubbing against the silk that covered her hard belly. Oh please. Don't. I was…so close. And I know she knew.
"They can't control themselves. It's a part of who they are." She looked down at me, placed a finger under my chin, tilting my head up, "Girls like the feeling of silk and satin. You can't control yourself can you sweetie?"
"Girls?" What on earth was she saying? I was about to prove I was no girl. I was so close. The head of my penis was purple and my knees nearly buckled. Then Donna ran her hand down my back and rested it on my ass and then slowly pushed my pelvis into hers.
"Sometimes girls can't control themselves." That did it.
I came. Rope after rope of hot cum poured out against Donna's belly. I tried to escape her grasp, but she held me tight.
"It's alright Carl…you let it out. Let it all out." My knees buckled as Barbara gasped and Lisa screamed in delight.
'Oh my god he's cumming. Mother, look at him…It's Donna's silky nighty that did it. He does…he loves the feel of silk and satin."
A tear raced down my cheek as I felt the world collapsing around me.
"No! No, really, please…it's just that I was so…Lisa…made me…She asked me to kiss her and…oh I am so…."
Ten minutes later I was sitting on the edge of the bed, naked, Barbara and Donna standing in front of me, holding a pink satin night gown.
"You say you don't have a problem, is that right?" asked Barbara. "But, you've stolen your mother's slips and now you've cum all over her nighty, but you don't think you have a problem?"
"No. See, I was just…too excited. I'm so sorry. Please don't make me wear that nightgown."
"No one is going to make you do anything Carl. But we need to determine something. If you can't control yourself, then perhaps that is an indication that you need to explore another side of yourself. The feminine side. Now, isn't that fair?" asked Barbara.
"I can. I can control myself. Honest."
"Well then we will just try a little experiment. For one day, you dress in the clothes that you seem to love so much. If you can keep from messing your pretty new things, if you can control yourself, we'll forget this whole episode. However, if you fail, then Donna and I agree that you should spend another day or two exploring your feminine side. So…are we in agreement?"
"Oh, no. Please…I couldn't. I promise I will never touch anything of yours again, Donna. Please don't make me do this. Barbara please, I promise that I will never see Lisa again."
"No. You either learn to control yourself or…you learn more about yourself. It's either that or we have a discussion with your father when he returns."
That idea terrified me. He would never understand. Never. He wouldn't be home for another week or so. I could do it. I could control myself for one day.
"OK. For one day. I agree."
"That means you don't cum in your panties or night gowns or in your dress…
"Dress? What dress?" I cried.
"You will dress as a girl for a day. Girls wear dresses. And panties and pearls and makeup – you will dress that way for one day. And control yourself. Or we tell your dad," said Barbara.
I was resigned to the idea. I had just come like a racehorse against my step-mother's beautiful nightgown and she didn't seem at all mad. She was giving me a chance to prove myself. Now all I had to do was control myself for one simple day.
Tuesday, 27 July 2010
TODAYS FETISH: RUBBER
I do love looking at pictures, sometimes I imagine wearing the clothes, sometimes I imagine being the person, sometimes I imagine being with that person and sometimes I imagine being with someone wearing those clothes. They all have there benefits. I will choose another fetish to look at another day!!
Here is a story from cystals story site, find it here: http://www.storysite.org/story/mansplace~01.html
I needed this raise, and to hang on to the job. My wife, Marian, had finished her studies, also in marketing, and not been able to find work. It looked like I'd be supporting her for the rest of my life, but why not, she deserved it, poor girl; she shouldn't need to work, I'd do anything for her, anything.
"Mr Wyatt; Miss Sloan would like to see you in her office, immediately." It was Miss Sloan's secretary on the phone. Miss Sloan was the newly appointed CEO of the company. People said she was mad and a tyrant. Well, I was about to find out. I'd met her before, briefly, to be told I was keeping my job and that I would get a raise, "and, you'd better be worth it!!" She finished by saying.
Most of the male employees had been sacked, strangely enough; he was one of about four that were kept.
"Ah, Michael dear, shut the door, take a seat." She said on my arrival. She was very sexy for her age. Oh, don't get me wrong, she was only about 40, but some women tended to sag a bit by then, she didn't, else she had plastic surgery. "I haven't really had much chance to get to know you yet, I only saw you those brief minutes last week. I am led to believe that you are the best worker in this firm. I can happily say that after reviewing your past and present work, you truly are very good. Keep it up."
"Thank you Miss Sloan. That's very kind of you."
"I know it is dear. By the way, call me Erica."
"Fine, Erica." A simple smile from her as she stood up from her chair and walked to her personal bar. She poured two whiskeys and carried one over to me.
"Michael, I'm not going to beat around the bush. There's something you should know. When you signed the contract for the pay rise, you also accepted that you may have to wear a uniform while you, erm, are at work. Do you remember?"
"Yes, but surely you don't actually want me to wear one?"
She smiled and shuck her head. "No, no. But I'm just informing you that the clause is there. Now, as you know this is a women's fashion agency."
I laughed at little at this. "I should do, I've worked here for three years."
She took the opportunity to laugh, also. "Yes, well, this is why I fired the a lot of the male employees. I want my employees to wear the clothes we design to work." Er...what was going on here. "Now, you and the other employees are well suited to the clothes as you are, how can I say this without offending you? Feminine, you know, in your body shape. And I would like you to start wearing our clothes to work. They will, of course, be given to you free of charge."
I thought about this. It couldn't be happening. "Let me get this straight. Erm, you, want me, to wear women's clothes, to work?"
"Yes and no. I want you to wear the clothes we design, to work. Unfortunately, this is a a women's fashion designer." She saw the look on my face. "Listen dear, you do have the other option."
"The uniform."
"No dear, the door!"
Ah, well that was the catch, wasn't it? "I'll need to think about it. Will you give me till tomorrow?"
"Well, okay, but only you. But I expect to see you here tomorrow in one of our designs or don't come at all."
I went home with my head hung low. I sat down to talk about the problem with my wife Marion.
"Oh god, honey, that's awful. What are we going to do?" She said giving me a hug.
"I don't know, I can't lose that job, you know it."
"You can't wear women's clothes, you'll look stupid!"
"I know, but you know what the employment situation is like!"
She sighed. "Yeah, you're right. Come on then, let's drive over to the depot and get you those clothes then."
An hour later we were back. Marion had picked most of the things out, but there was a list waiting in the reception area of what I was to wear to work.
"Go and take a shower and I'll lay some of the clothes out for you to put on now, maybe we can mix and match to make the clothes look more masculine." She said.
I just nodded and went to shower.
She came into the shower just as I was getting out. I loved the sight of her young naked tanned body, and her long brown hair.
I found the clothes lying on the bed. Reluctantly, I put them on, starting with the black satin panties. It was a very strange feeling on my skin, and I also failed to understand the necessity of a bra for myself!
Marion arrived back in the bedroom to find me dressed in the suspenders, navy blue mini skirt, and cream satin blouse. She gasped a little when she saw me, then she saw the expression on my face.
"Dear, it's terrible somebody could force you to do this. Can't you do something about it?"
"No, what? Who'd believe a story like that?"
"Hmmm." She said as she worked on my skirt, pulling at it a little. She moved behind me and started to tug at the blouse and smooth it out a little. "Just, er, oh, adjuuusssting, oh, your clothes, uhhh, dear." She could hardly breathe! I spun round and noticed her staring at my body longingly. She rubbed furiously at her clitoris. She immediately put one hand back on the satin blouse and started rubbing on it, she felt the bra through the material and rubbed even harder on her clit. "God, dear, sorry, but you are so sexy. You feel so sexy, god!!! Fuck me! Lift up your skirt and take your dick out of your silky panties and fuck me!!!" What else could I do? I fucked her senseless, all the while she was calling me a bitch. I loved it. It was the best sex EVER!
I slept in my underwear; Marion left her hand on my panty-covered penis all night.
"I'm glad to see you made the right decision." Erica said. "And may I say you look mighty lovely!"
Otherwise the day went normal. Until about four o'clock, when I saw Marion leave Erica's office.
"What's going on here?" I asked.
"Oh honey, Miss Sloan here has offered me a job as Marketing assistant. Isn't that great?" It was good news. We needed all the money we could get.
"Thanks, Erica, that's good of you."
"No problem. Oh, and Marion, doesn't he look great in his new clothes?"
"Well I have to admit he does. I was afraid he'd look stupid but he doesn't one bit."
I noticed the boxes and bags in the boot of the car. "Have you been shopping?"
"Miss Sloan took me down to one of the warehouses and gave me some things. I got some more clothes for you as well. And a little treat for tonight!"
"Go on then, put it on." Marion said.
I didn't want to wear them, but I didn't want to upset her. "Okay." I slid the red stockings on to my newly shaved legs (her idea) and put on the lacy red thong panties. Then she slid the red Basque around me. She put a wig on me, a long straight blond one, and put so much makeup on me, I looked like a whore.
"Good you're perfect. Wait here now, I'll be right back." She grabbed some bags, and went away.
Minutes late she was back in the bedroom. I couldn't believe what I saw. She wore a black rubber top, high-heeled black leather boots, and a long thick strap-on dildo.
"NO WAY!!!!" I screamed. Slapped my arse.
"SHUT IT!!" She shouted back. I began to struggle. But amazingly she managed to sit on me and force me down onto the bed. She pulled my panties down to my knees, and greased up my arsehole. In one swift movement the dildo was in my arse. I couldn't believe the pain, as she forced it up me. Soon the pain was all but gone though as I began to enjoy the feeling.
"You like that don't you, Michelle?"
"No I don't and my name is not Michelle!"
"Oh, honey, it is now." She was riding me with no hands now. I was groaning. He 8" fake penis going all the way in. I could see what she was doing, but I could feel what felt like band-aids going on my back. Lots of them.
"What are you up to?"
"Nothing dear. Just fucking you like the girl you are." Then I felt her stop. What was she up to? OW! She had injected me with something. OW! And again. OW! AND AGAIN!
"STOP IT! WHAT ARE YOU DOING?"
She started fucking me again. "I've injected you with a hormone mix, with the amount I've given you, you'll have C sized breasts within the week. Great huh?"
She really did soon happy. "Marion! You can't do that!"
"I thought you wanted all of this!"
"I didn't!"
"Well your boss told me you did. She said you were just looking for some help to find your feminine side."
"SHIT! Get off me!"
She seemed to think for a while. "No! I like fucking you, and I've had a few good ideas I now don't want to spoil. From now on, you are my bitch, slave, whore, and maid. GOT THAT?"
"What??"
She rammed the penis hard up my ass and slapped me. "I SAID, GOT THAT???"
I shivered. "Yes, I'm sorry."
"Good." She started to rub my penis as she fucked me. "Now relax, because I'm going to fuck you all night."
I woke to find it was a Saturday, no work. I also woke to find Marion had lit the fire. Something was odd about it though. She had burnt all my male clothes. I went back in the bedroom to think, when she came in.
She didn't say a word, she just turned me over and inserted the penis in me again. She fucked me hard again, then stopped to take off whatever she put on my back, yet replaced them with new ones. Once again she injected me, this time five times!
"I've taken the liberty of burning your horrible male clothes and replacing them with whore's and maid's clothes and underwear. I've made up the guestroom that is where you will sleep from now on. I've also put an ad on the internet looking for a man who can look after me."
"What?? Why??"
"You think I want someone like you? No, you are my maid now, remember?"
She was dress in a short leather dress. Really SM gear.
Two weeks went by. My breasts have now grown to C size. I serve my wife and her new live-in boyfriend, Jack, as their maid. I was fired from my job, Marion took over my function. Jack and Marion would sit in each others arms and watch TV, or kiss in front of me, make love. She even invited my ex-boss, Erica, round and the three of them fucked all night.
Things were now really bad. When things started to look up, they got worse still.
My wife had not slept with me since that Saturday. But this time something was different. She came into my room with her false penis on and told me that I had been good and I could have a treat.
She greased up my arse and slid the penis in. Whilst doing that though, she blindfolded me. Suddenly she pulled out. Then I felt it. The penis again, yet this time it seemed...MY GOD!! It was Jack, he started fuck me up my ass. I tried to pull away but Marion slapped me. "TAKE IT YOU WHORE!!!"
I then felt another penis, this time at my mouth. So there were two men! Shit! He pumped my mouth until he came and I had to drink his cum down. I couldn't believe it.
The three of them, the two men, Jack and Kyle, and Marion with her false penis, fucked me all night, and the next day. Then the next night, they dressed me in red silk thin panties, a red basque, and red stockings. They then dressed me a red rubber mini dress. My hair had grown long and made to look feminine, now peroxided blonde.
The make-up they put on me made me look like a whore.
It was when they drove me to the nearest red-light area, and pushed me on the street.
"Now you whore," said Marion. "Make some money!"
MY GOD! They expected me to me a she-male prostitute!
I was surprised to be picked up straight away by a young guy. He looked quite decent. I got in his Mazda and we drove back to his flat.
"You're a good looking lady. I'm a little nervous. I don't usually do this, but my girlfriend left me, and, you know, I don't fancy being alone. I'm Paul by the way. Er...how much an hour?"
"I'm Michelle. Er, jeez, er, 40 pounds?"
"Er, okay. Here you go."
I made him have a shower first, then he came back in to the bedroom. I took my dress off. We laid down on the bed, and he started to feel my breasts, I rubbed his penis. Then his hand went down between my legs. He jumped.
"You, you, you're a transsexual????"
"Er, yes, you didn't know?"
"Well, I'm for women you see. I'm not 1% gay."
"I see."
"Wait, well maybe, you know, nobody will know will they?"
"'course not!" I said.
He started to rub my penis through my panties. I decided that I should help him a little, so I leaned over to kiss him. We kissed passionately as I rubbed his penis and he rubbed mine. We were both rock hard.
I sucked on his penis, then pulled down my panties. He slowly inserted his penis into me, and fucked me. He came up my ass, then kissed me. We laid together kissing and fondling each other, when he asked; "What's it feel like, you know, to wear women's clothing?"
"Believe it or not, it's really nice. Do you want to try?"
"No, no, I was just asking." But I could tell he wasn't.
I lifted my panties and slid them over his legs. "There, that wasn't so bad now was it." I said rubbing his hard penis through the thin red silk.
"No, it's nice." I put the rest of my clothes on him, and took some make-up out of my purse to put on him. He rubbed himself all over. "It feels great."
"Okay, now shush and bend over."
"Erm, okay."
I lifted the rubber mini dress to reveal his ass and pulled the panties down to his knees. I took out some KY jelly and spread it on his hole, slowly inserting a finger.
"Do you like that?" I asked.
"Yeah, it's nice."
"Okay, I'm going to insert my penis now. It will hurt at first, but will feel okay later, okay?"
"Okay." He was very nervous.
I pressed my penis into his hole. He gasped at first, then relaxed. He loved it. He begged for more and more.
"Okay, Pauline, dear, I'll give you more."
I worked hard each night, bringing home nearly 400pounds a week. Of which I got none. I give Paul a discount now. He hires me twice a week, sometimes all night. He now has more female clothes than male, and likes me to call him Pauline all the time now.
I have a few punters like him, who didn't realise I was really a man, but everyone of them decided to try it, and the always come back for more. Most I have converted and also have started to wear women's clothes.
I no longer work as a maid, I am used for sex, kicked, pissed into and on, and ganged fucked at home. Marion now lives with four men, and they all fuck me senseless. Marion divorced me. I have two female punters, so I still have heterosexual sex. I only have home and the punters though, I am not allowed to go out during the day. If my masters and mistress go out, they tie me up and gag me.
My parents and family have tried to call me, but Marion simply told them I have no interest in speaking to them, they haven't called since.
Here is a story from cystals story site, find it here: http://www.storysite.org/story/mansplace~01.html
A Man's Place
by Slater
I couldn't believe my luck, a raise! Finally, after working three years in this stinking company as Marketing Manager, and I finally get a raise. Okay, granted, it took for the company to be bought out, have a number of people sacked, and to squirm like mad to do it, but I got there! 5000 quid a year raise, geez, finally! I needed this raise, and to hang on to the job. My wife, Marian, had finished her studies, also in marketing, and not been able to find work. It looked like I'd be supporting her for the rest of my life, but why not, she deserved it, poor girl; she shouldn't need to work, I'd do anything for her, anything.
"Mr Wyatt; Miss Sloan would like to see you in her office, immediately." It was Miss Sloan's secretary on the phone. Miss Sloan was the newly appointed CEO of the company. People said she was mad and a tyrant. Well, I was about to find out. I'd met her before, briefly, to be told I was keeping my job and that I would get a raise, "and, you'd better be worth it!!" She finished by saying.
Most of the male employees had been sacked, strangely enough; he was one of about four that were kept.
"Ah, Michael dear, shut the door, take a seat." She said on my arrival. She was very sexy for her age. Oh, don't get me wrong, she was only about 40, but some women tended to sag a bit by then, she didn't, else she had plastic surgery. "I haven't really had much chance to get to know you yet, I only saw you those brief minutes last week. I am led to believe that you are the best worker in this firm. I can happily say that after reviewing your past and present work, you truly are very good. Keep it up."
"Thank you Miss Sloan. That's very kind of you."
"I know it is dear. By the way, call me Erica."
"Fine, Erica." A simple smile from her as she stood up from her chair and walked to her personal bar. She poured two whiskeys and carried one over to me.
"Michael, I'm not going to beat around the bush. There's something you should know. When you signed the contract for the pay rise, you also accepted that you may have to wear a uniform while you, erm, are at work. Do you remember?"
"Yes, but surely you don't actually want me to wear one?"
She smiled and shuck her head. "No, no. But I'm just informing you that the clause is there. Now, as you know this is a women's fashion agency."
I laughed at little at this. "I should do, I've worked here for three years."
She took the opportunity to laugh, also. "Yes, well, this is why I fired the a lot of the male employees. I want my employees to wear the clothes we design to work." Er...what was going on here. "Now, you and the other employees are well suited to the clothes as you are, how can I say this without offending you? Feminine, you know, in your body shape. And I would like you to start wearing our clothes to work. They will, of course, be given to you free of charge."
I thought about this. It couldn't be happening. "Let me get this straight. Erm, you, want me, to wear women's clothes, to work?"
"Yes and no. I want you to wear the clothes we design, to work. Unfortunately, this is a a women's fashion designer." She saw the look on my face. "Listen dear, you do have the other option."
"The uniform."
"No dear, the door!"
Ah, well that was the catch, wasn't it? "I'll need to think about it. Will you give me till tomorrow?"
"Well, okay, but only you. But I expect to see you here tomorrow in one of our designs or don't come at all."
I went home with my head hung low. I sat down to talk about the problem with my wife Marion.
"Oh god, honey, that's awful. What are we going to do?" She said giving me a hug.
"I don't know, I can't lose that job, you know it."
"You can't wear women's clothes, you'll look stupid!"
"I know, but you know what the employment situation is like!"
She sighed. "Yeah, you're right. Come on then, let's drive over to the depot and get you those clothes then."
An hour later we were back. Marion had picked most of the things out, but there was a list waiting in the reception area of what I was to wear to work.
"Go and take a shower and I'll lay some of the clothes out for you to put on now, maybe we can mix and match to make the clothes look more masculine." She said.
I just nodded and went to shower.
She came into the shower just as I was getting out. I loved the sight of her young naked tanned body, and her long brown hair.
I found the clothes lying on the bed. Reluctantly, I put them on, starting with the black satin panties. It was a very strange feeling on my skin, and I also failed to understand the necessity of a bra for myself!
Marion arrived back in the bedroom to find me dressed in the suspenders, navy blue mini skirt, and cream satin blouse. She gasped a little when she saw me, then she saw the expression on my face.
"Dear, it's terrible somebody could force you to do this. Can't you do something about it?"
"No, what? Who'd believe a story like that?"
"Hmmm." She said as she worked on my skirt, pulling at it a little. She moved behind me and started to tug at the blouse and smooth it out a little. "Just, er, oh, adjuuusssting, oh, your clothes, uhhh, dear." She could hardly breathe! I spun round and noticed her staring at my body longingly. She rubbed furiously at her clitoris. She immediately put one hand back on the satin blouse and started rubbing on it, she felt the bra through the material and rubbed even harder on her clit. "God, dear, sorry, but you are so sexy. You feel so sexy, god!!! Fuck me! Lift up your skirt and take your dick out of your silky panties and fuck me!!!" What else could I do? I fucked her senseless, all the while she was calling me a bitch. I loved it. It was the best sex EVER!
I slept in my underwear; Marion left her hand on my panty-covered penis all night.
"I'm glad to see you made the right decision." Erica said. "And may I say you look mighty lovely!"
Otherwise the day went normal. Until about four o'clock, when I saw Marion leave Erica's office.
"What's going on here?" I asked.
"Oh honey, Miss Sloan here has offered me a job as Marketing assistant. Isn't that great?" It was good news. We needed all the money we could get.
"Thanks, Erica, that's good of you."
"No problem. Oh, and Marion, doesn't he look great in his new clothes?"
"Well I have to admit he does. I was afraid he'd look stupid but he doesn't one bit."
I noticed the boxes and bags in the boot of the car. "Have you been shopping?"
"Miss Sloan took me down to one of the warehouses and gave me some things. I got some more clothes for you as well. And a little treat for tonight!"
"Go on then, put it on." Marion said.
I didn't want to wear them, but I didn't want to upset her. "Okay." I slid the red stockings on to my newly shaved legs (her idea) and put on the lacy red thong panties. Then she slid the red Basque around me. She put a wig on me, a long straight blond one, and put so much makeup on me, I looked like a whore.
"Good you're perfect. Wait here now, I'll be right back." She grabbed some bags, and went away.
Minutes late she was back in the bedroom. I couldn't believe what I saw. She wore a black rubber top, high-heeled black leather boots, and a long thick strap-on dildo.
"NO WAY!!!!" I screamed. Slapped my arse.
"SHUT IT!!" She shouted back. I began to struggle. But amazingly she managed to sit on me and force me down onto the bed. She pulled my panties down to my knees, and greased up my arsehole. In one swift movement the dildo was in my arse. I couldn't believe the pain, as she forced it up me. Soon the pain was all but gone though as I began to enjoy the feeling.
"You like that don't you, Michelle?"
"No I don't and my name is not Michelle!"
"Oh, honey, it is now." She was riding me with no hands now. I was groaning. He 8" fake penis going all the way in. I could see what she was doing, but I could feel what felt like band-aids going on my back. Lots of them.
"What are you up to?"
"Nothing dear. Just fucking you like the girl you are." Then I felt her stop. What was she up to? OW! She had injected me with something. OW! And again. OW! AND AGAIN!
"STOP IT! WHAT ARE YOU DOING?"
She started fucking me again. "I've injected you with a hormone mix, with the amount I've given you, you'll have C sized breasts within the week. Great huh?"
She really did soon happy. "Marion! You can't do that!"
"I thought you wanted all of this!"
"I didn't!"
"Well your boss told me you did. She said you were just looking for some help to find your feminine side."
"SHIT! Get off me!"
She seemed to think for a while. "No! I like fucking you, and I've had a few good ideas I now don't want to spoil. From now on, you are my bitch, slave, whore, and maid. GOT THAT?"
"What??"
She rammed the penis hard up my ass and slapped me. "I SAID, GOT THAT???"
I shivered. "Yes, I'm sorry."
"Good." She started to rub my penis as she fucked me. "Now relax, because I'm going to fuck you all night."
I woke to find it was a Saturday, no work. I also woke to find Marion had lit the fire. Something was odd about it though. She had burnt all my male clothes. I went back in the bedroom to think, when she came in.
She didn't say a word, she just turned me over and inserted the penis in me again. She fucked me hard again, then stopped to take off whatever she put on my back, yet replaced them with new ones. Once again she injected me, this time five times!
"I've taken the liberty of burning your horrible male clothes and replacing them with whore's and maid's clothes and underwear. I've made up the guestroom that is where you will sleep from now on. I've also put an ad on the internet looking for a man who can look after me."
"What?? Why??"
"You think I want someone like you? No, you are my maid now, remember?"
She was dress in a short leather dress. Really SM gear.
Two weeks went by. My breasts have now grown to C size. I serve my wife and her new live-in boyfriend, Jack, as their maid. I was fired from my job, Marion took over my function. Jack and Marion would sit in each others arms and watch TV, or kiss in front of me, make love. She even invited my ex-boss, Erica, round and the three of them fucked all night.
Things were now really bad. When things started to look up, they got worse still.
My wife had not slept with me since that Saturday. But this time something was different. She came into my room with her false penis on and told me that I had been good and I could have a treat.
She greased up my arse and slid the penis in. Whilst doing that though, she blindfolded me. Suddenly she pulled out. Then I felt it. The penis again, yet this time it seemed...MY GOD!! It was Jack, he started fuck me up my ass. I tried to pull away but Marion slapped me. "TAKE IT YOU WHORE!!!"
I then felt another penis, this time at my mouth. So there were two men! Shit! He pumped my mouth until he came and I had to drink his cum down. I couldn't believe it.
The three of them, the two men, Jack and Kyle, and Marion with her false penis, fucked me all night, and the next day. Then the next night, they dressed me in red silk thin panties, a red basque, and red stockings. They then dressed me a red rubber mini dress. My hair had grown long and made to look feminine, now peroxided blonde.
The make-up they put on me made me look like a whore.
It was when they drove me to the nearest red-light area, and pushed me on the street.
"Now you whore," said Marion. "Make some money!"
MY GOD! They expected me to me a she-male prostitute!
I was surprised to be picked up straight away by a young guy. He looked quite decent. I got in his Mazda and we drove back to his flat.
"You're a good looking lady. I'm a little nervous. I don't usually do this, but my girlfriend left me, and, you know, I don't fancy being alone. I'm Paul by the way. Er...how much an hour?"
"I'm Michelle. Er, jeez, er, 40 pounds?"
"Er, okay. Here you go."
I made him have a shower first, then he came back in to the bedroom. I took my dress off. We laid down on the bed, and he started to feel my breasts, I rubbed his penis. Then his hand went down between my legs. He jumped.
"You, you, you're a transsexual????"
"Er, yes, you didn't know?"
"Well, I'm for women you see. I'm not 1% gay."
"I see."
"Wait, well maybe, you know, nobody will know will they?"
"'course not!" I said.
He started to rub my penis through my panties. I decided that I should help him a little, so I leaned over to kiss him. We kissed passionately as I rubbed his penis and he rubbed mine. We were both rock hard.
I sucked on his penis, then pulled down my panties. He slowly inserted his penis into me, and fucked me. He came up my ass, then kissed me. We laid together kissing and fondling each other, when he asked; "What's it feel like, you know, to wear women's clothing?"
"Believe it or not, it's really nice. Do you want to try?"
"No, no, I was just asking." But I could tell he wasn't.
I lifted my panties and slid them over his legs. "There, that wasn't so bad now was it." I said rubbing his hard penis through the thin red silk.
"No, it's nice." I put the rest of my clothes on him, and took some make-up out of my purse to put on him. He rubbed himself all over. "It feels great."
"Okay, now shush and bend over."
"Erm, okay."
I lifted the rubber mini dress to reveal his ass and pulled the panties down to his knees. I took out some KY jelly and spread it on his hole, slowly inserting a finger.
"Do you like that?" I asked.
"Yeah, it's nice."
"Okay, I'm going to insert my penis now. It will hurt at first, but will feel okay later, okay?"
"Okay." He was very nervous.
I pressed my penis into his hole. He gasped at first, then relaxed. He loved it. He begged for more and more.
"Okay, Pauline, dear, I'll give you more."
I worked hard each night, bringing home nearly 400pounds a week. Of which I got none. I give Paul a discount now. He hires me twice a week, sometimes all night. He now has more female clothes than male, and likes me to call him Pauline all the time now.
I have a few punters like him, who didn't realise I was really a man, but everyone of them decided to try it, and the always come back for more. Most I have converted and also have started to wear women's clothes.
I no longer work as a maid, I am used for sex, kicked, pissed into and on, and ganged fucked at home. Marion now lives with four men, and they all fuck me senseless. Marion divorced me. I have two female punters, so I still have heterosexual sex. I only have home and the punters though, I am not allowed to go out during the day. If my masters and mistress go out, they tie me up and gag me.
My parents and family have tried to call me, but Marion simply told them I have no interest in speaking to them, they haven't called since.
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