The next few days were a bit of a blur. I attended classes, saw some friends, played games and tried to study, but I couldn’t help but feel dazed. I’d sucked and stroked a real cock. I’d guzzled a glass of cum in front of my new mistress. I’d gone past the point of no return now, and I didn’t know what to feel. At night, I’d stroke myself senseless and been the slut I knew I was, but the post-orgasm shame after was relent...

"God, I need to fuck a sissy so bad!" Henry yelled, slouched at his desk in his cramped bedroom, supposed to be grinding out History 101 homework but lost in a loop of sissy porn instead. He’d swear the obsession owned him; those soft, obedient sluts hijacked his brain and left essays for dead. The thought alone of a perfect, whimpering sissy had his cock aching and his focus shattered. Pants bunched at his ankles, boxers...

Mia settled into the café chair with a slow, deliberate grace, the soft clink of her heels against the floor barely audible over the murmur of conversation around her. The tight, short pink dress she wore hugged every curve of her body perfectly—showcasing her full, proud breasts that strained tantalizingly against the fabric, the long sweep of her legs crossed just so, and the thick, rounded swell of her ass pressed enti...

Feeling the tampon Katy had put inside of me, I left her office and went right to Scott's. He was openly bi and always my best chance of having a man play with me. I actually had two more options — there was Jim, also known as Becky, who had become my office sissy baby girly playmate, and Brady, definitely a man but who preferred being a bottom to Scott when he could. Again, Scott was the first choice for the subby girly...

The night wrapped around them like a velvet curtain as Mia draped the barely-there black coat over Oscar’s trembling shoulders. The fabric was thin and light, barely grazing his skin, stopping just past the curve of his hips and leaving the short, ruffled hem of his French maid outfit teasingly exposed for the world to see. The delicate lace and satin clung to him in all the right places, making every inch of his slender...

The bedroom shimmered in the warm glow of candlelight, shadows flickering softly across the delicate lace and satin laid out like treasures on the bed. Mia stood close behind Oscar, her breath warm against his neck as she held up the tiny red thong panties—the first step in his full transformation. Her fingers trembled slightly, though she masked it with a sultry smile. The heat pooling low between her own legs made her p...

Melissa had always been the picture of suburban perfection: a 32-year-old white housewife with long brown hair, a toned figure from her workouts, and a loving, devoted husband named Steve, who worked long hours to keep their cozy home running smoothly. But lately, Melissa felt a restlessness creeping in—a desire for something more exciting than her routine of grocery shopping, book clubs, and Netflix marathons. That's whe...

Over the next few days, the tension in their home became a living, breathing thing—thick, electric, impossible to ignore. Oscar moved with a new kind of reverence, every step weighted by the heavy, relentless reminder pressed tightly against his skin—the cold steel chastity cage that held him captive. The ache between his legs grew unbearable, a delicious tease that left him trembling with need and aching for release he c...

"L'elegance est quand l'interieur est aussi beau que exterieur." Translation: Elegance is when the inside is as beautiful as the outside. A small town like Balore, almost never made the evening news. Nor has it ever been the topic of popular public conversations. But in this region of the country, events thousands of miles away make their impact felt at home. In this period of history, new ideas, spiritual perspectives an...

Mia moved through the apartment with a slow, deliberate grace, carrying box after box from the front door into the living room. The soft rustle of the packing paper was the only sound as she stacked them carefully, one after another. Heat pooled low between her legs, and she could feel the wetness soaking her panties with every step, fueling a delicious fire inside her. Oscar stood frozen in the hallway, eyes wide as he w...

My full name is Alexander Delaney, which is a mouthful. No one wants to be called that for a lifetime. My mom started calling me Lexi recently. It stuck…so I’m Lexi. It’s really kinda cute. I’m a dude, but barely. It might be more accurate to call me a sissy. I live with my family in a small suburb just north of Vegas. I’m 18 and I have a very slight build. Some of the girls at my college tease me and tell me that I would...