“So, can you tell me the story of how Wicked Wanda came to be?” “Why, of course.” It is the summer of 69. Wendy is in her final year of College. Her chosen study was Literary and Theatrical Arts. You know, books and movies. At 22 years young she was very naive to the ways of the world. Adventurous and carefree, with a trust fund to back her up. She decides to move out of the dorm from college and get herself an apartment in the heart of the city, A big luxurious Penthouse with all the amenities. Come move-in day, a very hectic day indeed, boxes, furniture, cleaning and at of the day Wendy was exhausted. Then came the knock that would change her life’s direction. ...

Chapter 1 Our son, Steff, is so cute. When he was younger, my wife, Angela, always dressed him in white or pink but now, with his permed, blonde, pixie cut hairstyle and his pierced ears, he looks like a real pixie cherub. The female hormone regime Angela prescribed nine months ago has softened his curves and given him rosebud breasts with large nipples that poke out amusingly under his shirts and his tight high waisted pants emphasise his growing hips and sliming waist lines. ...

Part 1 We all have these smart little phones. The ones that have calendars and clocks and alarms and reminders. Most of them are wonderful and help with everyday thingy things and can be described as useful. It’s the reminders I truly loathe. Because I basically use them for one thing. To remind me that I fucked up. I mean we all fuck up, but I’m one of the worst about it. I have my rules. If I can’t get out of a tie, or get out too easily because I screwed something up, took a shortcut, had to safety, or just plain cocked the whole thing up (and probably had to safety) then, I must do a penance tie. Yeah, yeah, I know. I hear it all the time “BUT you LIKE it.” The catch with doing one of these ties is that I don’t. Or at least by the end I don’t like it. I have to make myself endure an over the top tie that is either too long, or too difficult, or too tight (as long as there’s no permanent damage), or no escape until I think I’ve endured enough to offset my fuck up and my penance is paid. On average I try to do a tie a week. I tally the times I think I screwed something up and at the end of the month I have a reminder (grumble grumble) set up that I need to do a penance tie. The reminder has the notes of how many times I’ve done “stupid shit” and the level of my debt that needs to be paid. This was going to be particularly ominous and probably somewhat brutal because my schedule didn’t permit me to do one last month. Well, that’s my excuse anyway. It’s not as simple as that. Timing was shit, but the planning didn’t happen because I just didn’t make myself do it. For every week I postponed it I added two hours to my ordeal. It was now at three weeks, or six hours, on top of whatever I decided I was going to do. I had to be very thorough and prepare completely for what was going to be a very long day and possibly night at this rate. For a tie this long I was going to need to come up with what would probably be a two or maybe even three step adventure. A gradual step down or maybe up. It’s too early to tell. Step one, as per usual was to make sure that I could count on Sirius to be there for a rescue. Especially since I wasn’t going to leave myself a way out. That’s right. I hate to safety so much that this time around, I don’t have one. Except for her of course. ...

This is a true story depicting one of my adventures with self bondage. Having days off alone at home are nice and peaceful. They’re also great opportunities for some cross dressing and self bondage. I haves some bondage gear I have acquired over a couple years that I like to tie myself up with or wear around the house when I’m home alone. Combine that with a little cross dressing and it’s a fun day. All I have for cross dressing at the moment though are tights, panties, a skirt, a couple leotards, a corset, and a pair of heels. I plan on getting more things to dress in but I’m happy with what I have for now. ...

So, this starts off like any other adventure, with me planning all the planned plans. Think Merry Christmas Baby stuck under the tree on Christmas Eve for Santa to find. But, of course, that can’t go as planned. It never does. I had it all planned out, as per usual, but it never goes like I want it to go. Or maybe it does. Hell, I dunno anymore. The first thing I did was reach out to Mistress and let her know I was going to do something stupid. ...

Story continues from part 5 Part 6: Back to Reality The next morning I awoke with a slight sore head due to all the alcohol I had consumed the day before. I wasn’t drunk but, I could feel him watching me. “Good morning master” I said sleepily. “Good morning darling….we need to talk” I could sense something was in the wind. “Well I am all ears master” “What are the key principles of BDSM?” ...

Chapter 1 “Is it true what they say about CDs?” I turned to see the man who asked the question. He looked 40ish, in a black Judas Priest T shirt and ripped jeans. “I’m not a CD,” I replied curtly. “I’m a transgender female.” “Whatever,” he said. “I don’t know the latest lingo. What I do know is your sexy ass and big tits caught my eye. Can I buy you a drink?” ...

story continues from chapter 1_ ### Chapter 2 ALONE AGAIN? I woke up alone. The space in the bed beside me was empty. The slight feeling of emptiness that I’d had since my wife passed away flooded back to me. Getting out of bed I walked over to the window and looked out over the lawn at the back of the house. It was a beautiful morning with the sun lifting over the tops of the willow trees at the bottom of the garden. Slight dew on the grass sparkled in competition with the naked girl doing Tai Chi in the sun’s warmth. Her grace as she did the movements gave the morning a new-found spiritual meaning. ...

Chapter 1 HOW DID AN OLD GIT LIKE YOU GET A BIRD LIKE HER? It is a common question that I am asked. The answer is not money, looks or charm, but a strange set of circumstances that came together at a birthday party for my niece. She was 19 and the family got together at a pub for a long lunch. I found myself sandwiched between Katie, my niece, and her friend, Tina. Tina was the type of girl that you see every day on the way to a party or pub, wearing a short skirt and high heels; a “good-time girl” as she would have been called by my long-deceased wife. ...

story continues from chapter 2_ ### Chapter 3 Did I Push Her Too Far? The whole week had been difficult for me. The fact that I may have gone too far with what we did kept crossing my mind. The question of whether I’d pushed Tina too far kept me up at night. Well, as you remember, before last weekend she had never been tied up. And the fact I was about thirty years her senior didn’t make me feel there was much hope to have the pleasure of her company again let alone the pure bliss of binding her young limbs with leather and rope. So her call on Thursday to ask if I wanted her to bring anything on Friday night was a pleasant shock. ...

It has been wonderful to have been able to wear a bikini on holiday for the first time this year. I have been alone in the South of France for almost a week and it has been heaven to have been free of all constraints and able to be a true holiday girl. I rented a two bed villa with a terrace and a small private pool. I have been able to wonder around, inside and outside, nude if it suited me, but usually wearing a bikini. The weather has been wall to wall sunshine every day and on this, my last day, I decided to top off my tan in my new St Tropez bikini. ...

When he had read the email Bucky had almost laughed out loud: How are you doing? I have been thinking about you. Ihave been so stressed all day and so worried Babe.I have issues here. It is hard to speak out and right now.. I’m Kind of in a financial bind at the moment. My arts and antiques been finally signed and approved for shipment by the Customs. It’s good news for me but I am really worried. I am so cash trapped and I just don’t know what to do now Babe. I will be very grateful for your kind assistance so i can clear the customs. I’m in dire of $850 to balance up charges. Soon as I can get the customs cleared, I will be returning to the States and I can’t wait to meet you and share sweet memories. I’m very sorry for bringing my burden on you. I’m just in dire need. I will appreciate your kind help towards this as I’m so worried right now. I don’t want to stay longer here. I can’t wait to meet you soon. Lots of Hugs and Kisses x ...

Chapter 1: Brave New World It’s been two months since we left Earth behind. It’s a real shame. Nuclear meltdown at the largest dumping facility on Earth prompted the powers that be to rush us all onto space ships. I’m told that our ship escaped just in time, and that now returning to the Earth that we used to call home would be a certain death sentence from worldwide radiation. ...

Continues from chapter one Chapter 2: Learning about fairies George turned out to be a great professor. Within a matter of days he had taught us all what we needed to know about the modern side of Grog and how to assimilate old skills from Earth into our new lives. He even trained us how to think from our closed brain waves so we could keep secrets; for better or for worse. Today, however, was a little different. ...

Continues from chapter two Chapter 3: Forest Rescue and The Scenscen Snake After the morning in the forest, the class; myself included; returned to study up on woodland creatures. Opimbo, as it turns out, is a high speed educational center. They’re just as interested in helping us learn the material as quickly as possible, rather than just presenting it and hoping we pick up on it. By the end of the day, we had covered pretty much everything in the forest reptile family except for one: The Scenscen Snake. I didn’t think anything of it, but then George, being thorough, filled me in on it while back at his place. ...

Continued from Chapter 1 Chapter 2 New Home “And that’s the last one.” The doctor—whose name I learned is Rhea—leaned back deeply in her chair. She flexed her writing hand, probably to work out the soreness. I realized my hand felt fine, sepite signing just as many waivers as she did. “So what now?” I asked. “Well Evan, that’s up to you. As your physician, I suggest taking at least a week or two just to collect yourself. As property of SurrealTech, we’ll give you a place to stay in the automated dormitory until you’re settled, then we’d be happy to give you a working position in A-wing if you’d like.” ...

Chapter 1 Transformation I was on top of the world. This week had been a series of firsts for me. My first apartment in the city, my first job at a real laboratory, and my first scientific breakthrough—in said lab. Walking in the front doors of the facility, I must have been beaming with excitement. The security guard behind the desk gave me a friendly nod on my way by, before returning to his morning paper and coffee. ...

The introduction into submission Tulip was a closet sissy/cross dresser who was passable and she was in her 30s. Tulip had many fantasies and one of them was to be controlled by a Master. Tulip placed an online ad in search of a Master that would control her and force her to submit to him. After several days Tulip finally got a response from a Master Robert. Tulip was very excited and she began to stroke her sissy cock until she achieved a sissy orgasm. Tulip them read my email response, my brief introduction and description of myself. As she was reading my email Tulip was stroking her sissy cock and then she stopped playing with herself as she read my instructions. My first demand was that she was not allowed to play with her sissy cock without my permission. ...

“All right,” said the lady at the Blood Donation Center. “the next time you can donate will be in six weeks. That’s…October 24th. Just one week before Halloween!” We both chuckled a little. Then a devilish thought came into my mind. “Do you guys do any Halloweeny type stuff? Like, costumes?” “Oh little things, decorations, cat ears. Nothing elaborate.” “well…I’d like to make a suggestion. It would be fun, and I could get you some more donations. Not sure you could do it, with the rules about donating.” I explained my idea. She was surprised, then scandalized, then thoughtful. ...

Author’s note: This story is a sequel to my previous work, “Barrel Monster”. It also makes reference to my stories, “Ariel” and “Just Rewards”. While you do not have to read those stories to enjoy this one, it is highly recommended. So, go read those, then come back. We’ll wait. It had started the year prior as little more than a randy prank when Bella got Candice to take the role of the Barrel Monster at the haunted house where they both worked. She had originally been meant for herself to use it for a night or two of kinky fun, but when Candice showed up late and needed something to do Bella decided to put her in the rigged costume and see how she took to it. Her gamble paid off as Candice responded well to the stimulating rubber suit and vibrating inserts. Bella was overjoyed. She had found a playmate with equally twisted tastes. ...