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Sister's Mistake

Sat, 11 Aug 2018 00:00:00 +0000

Inanimate TF

If Brian was being honest with himself, this wasn’t even the worst thing that had happened to him since his little sister found out she could use magic. He clearly remembered the last big fight they had - about him going to college out of state and her not wanting him to leave her alone with their parents because neither of them really got along with them - which ended with him transformed into a lizard and being kept as a pet for a week before she finally forgave him. That was just one of several times he was transformed since their childhood. This wasn’t on the same level of bad, but it was much more disorienting. When Hailey had approached him, asking if it was okay for her to throw a party while their parents were out of town - he was all for it. He got along just fine with all of his sister’s friends and he knew they wouldn’t cause any real trouble. She happily ran out of his room after giving him a hug to call her friends while he started planning a nice night of reading and movies for himself. It was all going very well, he answered the door when Hailey’s best friends Wendy and Carol showed up - chatting briefly with them about what the three girls wanted him to order for dinner. They all agreed on pizza. He called it in, paid for it, and brought the two boxes the girls ordered to them when they arrived while taking his own and a bottle of beer up to his room to begin his own night. It wasn’t until several hours later the girls would disturb him again - not that he minded the occasional interruption from them. Hailey knocked on his door. “Hey Bry, mind if I come in?” He chuckled and placed the bookmark in his latest novel. “You know you don’t need to knock Hailey, it’s locked whenever I am showering.” The 18-year old opened the door and stumbled in, giggling as she entered. Her long brown hair was disheveled and her bright blue eyes - something the siblings shared - were twinkling with excitement. He could practically smell the alcohol from here. “Which one of the girls brought the fun juice?” he asked as she dropped onto the bed with him, nearly falling onto him. “Carol… I only had… like a lil bit of vodka. Nothing too bad…” she mumbled into the covers. “Don’t worry sis, I’m in no position to be the fun police to you guys. Just make sure none of you go out unless you ask me to take you somewhere.” The girl giggled and turned to face him. “Yer the best Bry…” “I know I am, now why are you up here? The girls driving you up the wall about something?” Her smile turned into pout, making him chuckle. “No we aren’t Brian! She is just being a brat about using her powers for anything fun!” Wendy declared as she and Carol shoved into the room. Both having the same dopey smile Hailey had when she entered. “Ah, I can see the alcohol and magic aren’t agreeing with each other here. That is probably a good thing in all honesty.” Brian made to stand, pulling Hailey up with him as she continued pouting. “You are always such a responsible stick in the mud Brian! College hasn’t loosened you up at all!” The girls giggled as Brian grabbed the empty pizza box and bottle, carrying them past the drunks as he led them back to the living room. “Excuse me, can you not see the bottle here? Clearly I am not straight laced here.” Wendy scoffed and pointed at the mostly empty bottle of vodka and various other smaller drinks scattered around the coffee table and floor. “We win big guy. Even with this Hailey won’t just play around with her powers more than usual…” “That’s cause I don’t know what to do right now! I can’t just do something big and stupid right now… my brain is acting fuzzy when I try.” Brian tossed the trash in the bin and leaned against the island. Scratching his stubble as he pondered the issue. “Well if you can’t do something big, just do something that feels natural. You told me once some spells felt more natural than others. Pick one of those.” The younger sibling gasped as she seemed to find what he was saying helpful. She ran over and gave him a tight hug. “How are you so good at magical advice!? You can’t even use it…” He chuckled and patted her head. “Someone has to make sure you don’t do anything too stupid…” Her glare and the annoyed “HEY!” made the other three occupants laugh even harder. “Oh yeah? FIne, you wanted big, here is big!” her mock angry voice cut through their laughter as a slight tingle went up Brian’s spine and a small poof filled the room. When the smoke finally cleared, the three girls were all looking down over him. Hailey had a smug smirk while the other two looked positively stunned. “How do you like that ladies?” Hailey said proudly as she backed away from him and grinned at her friends. The two other girls just looked back and forth between their friend and Brian until Wendy finally broke it with a little giggle. “Did you really just turn your big brother into the cutest pair of panties I have ever seen?” she asked, bending down and scooping Brian up into her hands. The feeling of weightlessness overtook his mind as the younger girl lifted him delicately to her face. Her fingers were holding him by what he assumed was his waistband as she brought him closer and smiled. “Yup! He told me to do what came easiest, and transforming him has always been super easy since we are so close. Apparently siblings make the best familiars for magical beings.” Yeah, he remembered plenty of times she sprung up and practiced her spells on him since they seemed to work better than on other people or objects. He didn’t mind some of them, but things like this irked him a little more. “That is so cool…” Carol breathed as she ran a hand over his new cotton body. It felt really good, but he had dealt with this before. His attention was largely focused on Wendy, seeing she had his form dangling right in front of her face, and he could see something going through her mind. “Hey! Why don’t we play a little game of truth or dare!” Hailey said as she grabbed the panties that were her brother from Wendy and walked over to the proclaimed ‘drinking area’. She plopped down, placing her fabric sibling next to her as she drained the last of a bottle. The other two eagerly followed and started drinking too. Brian just laid there as the girls went through many more drinks and several embarrassing tasks like sending texts to their crushes and taking pictures. He had eventually just kinda zoned it out until Wendy’s most recent declaration of “Dare me bitch!”. Carol looked around the room for a few seconds before her eyes settled on the small pink form beside Hailey. “Yeah? I dare you to wear Brian for the rest of the party!” Wendy spit up some of her latest beer and Hailey was giggling like a mad woman. “Wh-but I can’- Hailey tell her that’s wrong!” Wendy sputtered, wiping the spilled liquid from her chin. Hailey calmed her giggling and looked down to Brian. A playful smirk played on her features. “Nah it’s fine. I turned him into a pair of sweats when he took me skiing last break and wore him as pyjamas. He’s just panties right now, knock yourself out.” She casually reaches down and tossed the fabric at Wendy, who caught them. She looked at the object in her hands with wide eyes, but got up regardless. Standing there, she used her free hand to gently slide her current blue underwear down her legs and stepped out of them. Biting her lip, she grabbed Brian with both hands and stepped into him. ‘Why is it that Hailey gets mischievous only when magic is involved?’ Brian thought as he saw his sister smirking as he was pulled up and under her friend’s skirt. Getting over her reservations, Wendy made sure the Brian was pulled snugly around her hips, letting his waistband snap against her for good measure. She shook her hips and walked around the room a bit before settling back down in her spot. “Not gonna lie Hailey, he is about 100 times more comfortable than the pair I just took off.” Hailey just giggled. “I know! He was the same way as sweats and a tank top. So comfy…” The girls talked about him for a few more minutes before continuing their game. Their little swaray lasted far later into the night than Brian intended and when the girls finally passed out, he was left snugly wrapped around Wendy’s hips. He was forced to wait and do nothing until the trio sprung awake to one of their phone’s alarms going off, signifying they needed to get up and prepare for school seeing they still had a month left. Wendy rushed off to the bathroom, grabbing her tote full of clothes and cleaning supplies as she went. ‘I will still not understand how being rubbed against legs like this feels so good in forms like this…’ he though as he was carried along by his wearer. “Crap! We are going to be late…” the blonde cursed as she started shedding clothes. First went the socks that landed up against the wall in the bathroom, followed by her skirt, and blouse. She must have forgotten she had switched panties mid party, because she barely registered Brian as she dropped him to the floor of his sister’s room and was left there as she threw the blue pair on top of her bag against the wall. He watched the now naked girl enter the bathroom and shut the door - leaving him to sit on the floor. “Dang it… I knew I should have listened to Brian when he told me to do laundry yesterday… “ he heard his sister sigh as she too entered the room. She walked to her closet and pulled out a black top and a pair of jeans. She set those down on her bed and frantically tore up her drawers looking for something. “God I was right… no clean underwear.” She resigned herself to wearing a used pair, walking towards her laundry bin when she spotted the pink pair lying on the floor. Brian was hoping to see some spark of recognition in her eyes that would lead to him being changed back and then he could inform her that he did some laundry for her and it was folded up on the dryer, but that didn’t happen. Instead, the small burst of recognition was killed by the clearly monster hangover his sister was suffering from and he was instead snatched up and thrown on her bed. “I know for a fact I haven’t worn you yet so yay me!” Brian just groaned to himself as Hailey waited for Wendy to leave and jumped in the shower herself. ‘This is going to be a long transformation.’ Hailey emerged from the bathroom with freshly dried and styled hair, quickly snatching him up and sliding him on. He was quickly covered by the tight fitting jeans which locked him in darkness - leaving him with only the feel of her body and the sounds around him. She finished getting ready pretty quickly - she was quite good at that - and hopped in her car to head to school. He was trapped under her jeans all day, listening to the extremely boring and mundane classes she had to attend - he was extremely glad he never had to attend them again - and her after school club meeting. When she finally got home, he was really ready to turn back. “Hey Brian! I’m home!” Hailey called happily as she kicked off her shoes and tossed her bag onto the couch. The bottles were still strewn about everywhere and there was no sign of him left in the home. “Brian!” she called, going up to his room and peaking inside to see nothing. She walked back downstairs and grabbed a trash bag, beginning the process of cleaning the large mess. “Odd… he usually tells me when he will be gone and his car is still here.” Her musing about where he had disappeared to made him laugh hysterically to himself. The fact she was wearing him while looking for him was just too much. ‘Oh I cannot wait to hold this over her head.’ The cleaning came and went, and soon enough, Brian found himself being tossed into the dirty clothes with the rest of her laundry as she started putting the clean clothes he had done for her away. “Bro is always looking out for me, but I am so teasing him about folding my stuff later!” she giggled. ‘Yeah and it won’t work as well when you literally wore me so…’ he chuckled back silently. Hours passed and he was growing increasingly bored with his time in the hamper, even going so far as to wish he was still being worn - because at least that is somewhat fun compared to just lying around. He could just see over the edge of the bin when Hailey had passed out, snoring lightly with the television in her room still on. At least that let him get by with watching reruns of Downton Abbey all night… He zoned out, watching the portion of the screen he could see until morning, sighing to himself as his sister went about getting ready without a thought towards his current predicament. In fact, it only got worse when she dragged the hamper down to the laundry room - set to do the rest of her clothes after she got home that day. And so Brian remained mixed into the hamper of other clothing that belonged to his little sister, barely able to see anything now that other clothes were piled on top of him.

The last period of the day had just wrapped for Hailey and she was walking towards their club meeting along with Wendy and Carol, laughing about a joke they had seen on Twitter as they went. It wasn’t until they dropped the last of their books in their locker that Wendy spoke up. “So was Brian mad about what we did to him at the party Sunday?” she asked. With a raised brow Hailey giggled. “Why would he be mad about us having the party Wendy?” “No, I mean about the whole turning him into panties thing? I left him in your room without thinking because I was in a rush to make it here since I can’t have another late slip or I get detention…” Now her mind was whirring as the memories from their drunken escapade came back to her.

Long Time Bound 6

Fri, 11 Aug 2017 00:00:00 +0000

story continued from part five

Part 6

For me, it all started off as just another routine Friday evening. The cellar of Ann-Marie’s house had, over the past couple of years, become quite a familiar haunt of mine. In fact, you could almost call it my second home – at least on most weekends. I knew every square inch of the walls, ceiling, floor, the wooden door and almost every storage box and discarded piece of furniture and other junk that lay scattered about the small, untidy windowless space. Not that I could always see this disorganised clutter, the plain, unpainted plaster that adorned all four sides of this underground chamber, or the bare concrete floor. In fact, I would have to say that most of the time – for me at least – the room was shrouded in darkness. There were two reasons why this could be the case. Either the overhead light was switched off, or else I was blindfolded or hooded… sometimes both.

Long Time Bound 6

Fri, 11 Aug 2017 00:00:00 +0000

(story continues from Long Time Bound 5)

Part 6

Trashed Doll

Tue, 25 Jul 2017 00:00:00 +0000

Selroen

The most powerful paralytic ever created.

The woman looks at her work with a victorious grin. These “dolls” she’d created -or rather captured and drugged- will never be able to move again. Their muscles have gone completely slack, only the most important muscles remain. The heart, of course, being one of them. After all, can’t have these dolls dying on us now can we?

The woman grins. Time to make some money.

Kidnapped Mistaken Identity 3

Thu, 08 Sep 2016 00:00:00 +0000

(story continues from Kidnapped Mistaken Identity 2)

Part Three

DAY 3

Previous story codes: FFF/m; D/s; captive; dungeon; bond; rubber; hood; catsuits; corset; nurse; maid; tease; torment; force; needles; sounds; cockcage; sendep; chairtie; bdsm; punish; cane; femdom; denial; mast; oral; climax; nc/reluct; XX

I slept soundly then “get up Cretin”; I was awakened with a start from a deep sleep by female voices and a shaking by them. Mistress R and Matron were here to collect me. Both were dressed as usual in themed fetish rubber. This time it was military garb from Mistress R who was wearing patent knee length boots an obscenely short skin tight mini-skirt, a tight buttoned military coat and a peaked cap all in glossy latex. Matron had on her transparent nurse outfit with a long black sinister medical rubber apron.

Be Careful What You Wish For

Sat, 15 Aug 2015 00:00:00 +0000

“Go on, it’s what you have always wanted”

He looked at me and licked his lips nervously, then turned his face back towards the fate I had laid out for him. Straight from his darkest, deepest fantasies. Four stakes driven deep into the ground, and a length of rope tightly tied to each one. The stakes were driven into the ground in a wide square that could have only one purpose, and he knew exactly what it was.

Entering Rubber Society 3: The Fitting

Fri, 16 May 2014 00:00:00 +0000

story continued from part two Part 3: The Fitting

Sylvia directed Katherine towards the front of the retail space where the dresses and gowns were arrayed on fashionable mannequins. Although all the fashions were feminine, several of the mannequins, Katherine noticed, were male, although feminized male figures with feminine chests, waists, and hips.

Every dress was of soft, shimmery latex, strategically placed lighting showing them off to their best benefit. Every dress was also constraining, tightly fitted, and obviously meant to confine and limit the wearer’s freedom of movement. In some cases this restraint was quite subtle. A tighter than normal skirt or straps that draped loosely on the mannequin but would have limited the stride and resisted the movement of the wearer.

Her Punishment

Sun, 04 Sep 2011 00:00:00 +0000

I was going to be punished.

It doesn’t matter now what I did, or why. What matters is that I lay on my back on a padded table, naked, blindfolded, and slightly shaky from the thorough enema she’d just given me. For some infractions, that would have been penance enough, but I know this one would be far more complex.

She spread my knees apart and gently began lubing my rear passage. I felt the tip of something cool touch me and begin sliding inside: something long, cylindrical, and slightly textured.

The Helpless Mummy

Mon, 08 Aug 2011 00:00:00 +0000

First off I am an 18 year old male and am a small size for my age, my name is Tom. I live with my mom and two sisters. One sister (Sarah) is 22 and the other (Ashlee) is 16. Since my dad died at an early age so it is just us 4, and we are a pretty close family. Every Halloween we have a tradition where we stay in and have a small party, with just family. The big fun of it is to surprise each other with what our costumes are at the party.

Anne Takes Charge

Sat, 10 Jul 2010 00:00:00 +0000

This story would not have been possible without the inspiration I received after reading “An Unexpected Discovery” Submitted by: Anne. 03/28/10 on the Altairboy webside. It would be helpful if you read that part first. Finally, I would like to thank that author for a truly creative story line.

Natasha drove us to my third floor walk-up apartment where I picked up enough things for two or three days. Told the landlord that I would be leaving at the end of the month.

Chinese Takeaway

Sun, 30 May 2010 00:00:00 +0000

1: Assessment

Christiaan had never heard of “Emerald Recruitment” until he began his job search. He’d found them in the “Yellow Pages” where the advertisement had explained that they were from China looking to recruit and set up opportunities in England. There was no address but there was a telephone number. So he’d rung the office and got an appointment with their employment adviser Yan Li.

Christiaan found they were in a pedestrianised side street with a Starbuck’s coffee house at one end and a hairdressing salon at the other called “Cut 4 U”. Walking in front of him were three Chinese girls. One had a curvaeous figure, a round face with brown eyes and a broad, snub nose which contrasted with her seemingly delicate mouth.and straight, brown hair which she wore in a fringe. The other had a thin but shapely figure, a heart-shaped face with a pointed chin and an intense expression. She also had brown hair which though tied back had come adrift with strands flying around. They both wore t-shirts and jeans and were talking and laughing. The third had a more petit figure and wore a cardigan over a demin mini-skirt, sandals and was speaking on her mobile. The girls went down an narrow alleyway and Christian followed as he’d been told where Emerald Recruitment’s offices were. Strange that they didn’t draw attention to themselves as there wasn’t a board outside.

Perverse Rubber Weekend

Wed, 12 Mar 2008 00:00:00 +0000

Friday, 7 p.m.

I was standing in the small bedroom upstairs, encased in three rubbersuits. I would be unable to get out of them for 12 hours.

The preparations had started an hour earlier, as soon as I got home. First I administered an enema and emptied my bladder with a catheter. Then I pulled on the first rubbersuit, a thin red one with an extension that covered my penis and balls tightly. Over my head I pulled a thin red latex hood and my arms got covered with long, thin, red latex gloves. As I checked myself in the mirror I inserted a gag into my mouth and inflated it to a comfortable pressure.

The Machine

Tue, 27 Mar 2007 00:00:00 +0000

I saw her advertisement in one of the rubber magazines: “Spend a night in rubber, stimulated by a genuine rubber woman”. Of course I was intrigued, I am a genuine rubber freak. So I called and made an appointment. It was a large but ordinary house. After I rang the doorbell the “genuine rubber woman” opened the door, dressed in a red latex rubbersuit.

“You be John, I assume”, she said. I nodded. “I am Mistress Ruby.” I shook her latex-gloved hand. She led me down to the basement. I walked behind her, carrying my suitcase and admiring her voluptuous rubber-clad figure. She turned on the light and I saw an assortment of bondage contraptions: a rubber-covered bed with several wide rubber straps, a bondage chair, a hammock made from rubber, a rubber bag hanging ominously on the wall between several rubbersuits, a rubber straightjacket, several other rubber bondage bags, a medical examination chair with stirrups, a very large bathtub in a glass enclosure, a bondage pole and a large TV set.

Plastic Fun

Tue, 30 Jan 2007 00:00:00 +0000

Bob was on his way home from work, a hard day it was with his feet killing him. He just missed the green light and had to make a quick stop, so he slammed on the brakes. Sitting there all frustrated and hot, he glances over and notices a big car pull up next to him, he glances inside and Bob spy’s three young beautiful looking women, and all three happen to be staring at him smiling. This of course cheers Bob up quickly. The driver he notices licks her lips while staring at him seductively, right there Bob begins to feel his hardness in his pants swell. So the light turns green and Bob feels that was what he needed to cheer him up, in was otherwise a real shitty day.

Motel Room Meeting 7

Mon, 18 Sep 2006 00:00:00 +0000

Part 7 - Sunday Morning

We seemed to be wandering up and down hills for hours, but it could have been only fifteen minutes. I was completely lost from circling around, but it seemed one of the women knew where she was going. I kept expecting to run into Tom and his girls, but somehow we never crossed paths even though we covered a lot of ground.

It wasn’t easy walking in the three inch heels, but I had other problems on my mind. Sometimes the path would narrow and we had to go single file. I tried to focus on the task of walking, which wasn’t too hard when I went ahead of Barb. When she went first, though, I kept catching sight of her sweet, full ass cheeks swishing in her panties and the result was a hard on that would get caught in the pantyhose. By now, I was pretty sore from all the erections and stroking and cumming, so it wasn’t as pleasant as it would seem for me to get excited.

Motel Room Meeting 5

Sun, 02 Jul 2006 00:00:00 +0000

Part 5 - Saturday Evening

I had to say, it was not a pretty sight. At least I would have said it, if not for the gag in my mouth. Black hose led up from the black open-toed shoes, interrupted by horizontal lines of white rope at the ankles and above and below the knees, all neatly cinched. The black skirt was barely long enough to cover the tops of the hose, and white rope was threaded through the belt loops at the waist. More rope above and below the breasts pressed the white button-down shirt so tight that you could tell it covered a black bra even if the buttons hadn’t been open far enough to see the front clasp. A black collar with D-ring in front matched the black ball gag which stretched dark red lips. Dark brunette hair fell across the forehead, covered most of the ears, and cascaded to about the middle of the neck. It should have been quite a sight, but even the expert makeup application by Fran couldn’t hide the fact that this was a man dressed as a women.

Motel Room Meeting 6

Sun, 02 Jul 2006 00:00:00 +0000

Part 6 - Sunday Morning

It was still dark when the women got up on Sunday. This time, I got the first shower, with Fran assisting again, then Barb and Julie showered in that order. Julie helped Fran dress me and Barb helped with the makeup. I had a bit of a knot in my stomach, sure something I wasn’t looking forward to was in store for me. Today I was dressed in a black button-down dress, held with a black cloth belt, and so short it barely covered my ass cheeks. It was opened to show my black bra, stuffed with the breast forms. Sheer pantyhose, with no panties, covered me from the waist down and I once again wore the low heels. The wig was the last detail to go on, securely stretched over my head so it wouldn’t come off. I was once again a transformed into a man dressed as a woman, my hands were tied behind my back, and we headed for the door.

Taking Out the Trash

Fri, 17 Feb 2006 00:00:00 +0000

This story is from my side of the bag. The victim could be anyone of you, but it’s me who is doing the bagging! You hear the knock at the door, as your heart begins to race. You’ve waited for this all day, and now the moment has arrived. You open the door to find me standing there wearing the tightest pair of black leather pants you’ve seen, a tight white t-shirt that reveals my perky breasts, and skintight leather gloves.

Wild Idea

Thu, 09 Feb 2006 00:00:00 +0000

I was browsing the net a few weeks ago and came across a website of particular interest to me, a site all about female domination that made videos for web consumers only. I checked out a few videos and quickly realized that this was the site for me, and then I noticed a model call for male subs and I clicked the link.

Long story short, I saw the pay scale, quickly filled out the form, attached a few nude photos of myself, and sent off the application. In the next week all of the details were worked out and I was all set for my first femdom video.

Motel Room Meeting 3

Tue, 24 Jan 2006 00:00:00 +0000

Motel Room Meeting, Part 3 by Ralph

Saturday Morning

I didn’t sleep much. The couch was big enough, and the women had given me a blanket and pillow, but the shackle holding my ankle to the leg of the couch woke me each time I tried to roll over. The women knew I wouldn’t be going anywhere, but it made me more helpless. I was also wondering what the day ahead would hold for me. So far I’d only been retied, forced (if it was force) to satisfy three women with only my mouth, whipped, had a probe in my ass, and ridden like a bronco. I still had more toys and I’m sure at least Julie did as well.

Motel Room Meeting 4

Tue, 24 Jan 2006 00:00:00 +0000

Motel Room Meeting, Part 4 by Ralph Sbm; FFF/m; bond; toys; cons; X

Saturday Afternoon

My legs were getting sore from being held bent in one position for so long, my ass was sore from the invading shaft vibrating and rotating within, and my dribble gag continued to do an excellent job at what it was designed for. The women were still talking softly among themselves and I was still squatting on a sybian, highly aroused but kept short of orgasm. There was a chiming sound and I looked at the computer for what must have been the hundredth time. Another name appeared in the guest column, bringing the total to 12. I looked at my image on the screen and thought about what the guests were seeing. I was a mess, shining from a mixture of drool, sweat, and Julies juices.

Motel Room Meeting 2

Fri, 04 Nov 2005 00:00:00 +0000

Motel Room Meeting, Part 2 by Ralph rowfer2000@yahoo.com Part 2 - Friday Night

I had no idea how long it had been since Fran had arrived, but I knew she was methodically driving me crazy. After she had taken a photo and called her friends, she’d gotten onto the bed next to me. Since that time, she had taken turns nibbling my earlobe, the only part of my ear still exposed due to the tape holding my blindfold, running her tongue over my lips, spread wide by the ball gag, slowly, oh so slowly, running a single finger up and down my erect cock, pinching my nipples, tugging the rope connected to my ball splitter, and other highly erotic actions. Finally I reached the point where I jerked my hips. The rope holding my balls to the rope web beneath me was already taut and jerking my hips pulled on my cock so that it leaned heavily toward my feet. The series of actions was not unnoticed by Fran.

Silkbound Slave

Mon, 20 Dec 2004 00:00:00 +0000

An alternative chapter from the classic book Miss High Heels which involves female domination, severe bondage with rope, silk scarves, bed linen and other laundry items of torment, and a hint of crossdressing.

This tale of cross dressing and bondage was inspired by the book Miss High heels, in which a young boy, Evelyn Beryl, so infuriates his governess with his behaviour that she conspires with his aunt and ward and resolves to turn him into a woman. Kidnapped by the pair, he undergoes a period of enforced feminization and bondage before being sent away to a girls school where he is conditioned both mentally and physically to think of himself as a girl. Now a grown young woman called Denise, he returns to his governess Miss Priscilla at the end of his schooling, where she resolves to further her control over him by keeping her as a young lady under her strict discipline………

The Outing

Sat, 20 Mar 2004 00:00:00 +0000

The Outing by MSN The Outing by MSN Hi, let me introduce my self. I am a thirty six year old male living in east Texas. I stand six foot one and weigh two hundred pounds of mostly muscle. I work out three times a week with free weights and do wall climbing at the gym for an hour twice a week. When my hair started to fall out I started shaving my head and grew a goaty.

Christopher's Predicament

Sat, 06 Dec 2003 00:00:00 +0000

The sound woke him from the restless half sleep he had come to accept as rest. He assumed his sister was doing something to cause the noise that roused him from another uncomfortable night. Of course, blinded by the sleep mask, he had no way of knowing for sure. He squirmed on the bed, more to let her know he was awake than anything else, wrists and ankles pulling at the locked leather cuffs and chains which held him rigidly in position. His inability to move his arms or legs more than an inch was the root cause of his lack of a good night’s sleep; something he hadn’t had since his sister started chaining him to his bed a little over four months ago.

Parole or Punishment?

Fri, 15 Aug 2003 00:00:00 +0000

Parole or Punishment? by Yoni Steele Parole or Punishment? By Yoni Steele Part 1

It was a rather pleasant, spring Sunday evening. I had only been in town for a few hours and was enjoying a lovely walk along the somewhat deserted streets in a city shutting down for the night, thinking about my plans for the up-coming week. It was the start of what I felt was a hard-earned vacation, and I was looking forward to seeing the sights. I had been to Washington, DC, many times before, but it had always been for business. The museums and monuments had been tantalizing when I had driven around after those business meetings; but it was always too late to do anything on those occasions, other than enjoy the wide variety of cuisine in the numerous restaurants. So for the first time I found myself with the opportunity to do whatever I wanted. My agenda for the next six days included lots of places to visit, but as it was a Sunday evening, I had nothing scheduled other than wandering around.

Captured and Tortured

Mon, 07 Oct 2002 00:00:00 +0000

8 8 Captured and Tortured by gopi

There are some things that everyone thinks will never happen to them… Things like accidents, earthquakes, being struck by lightning, being burgled, and so on… … until one of these things does happen, and then they are very surprised, even upset, that it should happen to them.

Gopi was like everyone else, but in his case what he thought would never happen to him was… being abducted. Naturally, living as he did in a large populous country like India, he had heard of abductions. But they always seemed to happen in other places, and to other kinds of people - like young girls, or children of rich people - and not to perfectly ordinary people like him.

Cesura