tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-53218671712707699852024-02-21T07:25:38.452-08:00Fiona FlorenceThe wicked thoughts that live inside my mindFiona Florencehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16337213238907729996noreply@blogger.comBlogger17125truetag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5321867171270769985.post-14433562003188014392012-07-16T14:17:00.000-07:002012-07-16T14:17:16.034-07:00Mistress Maisie returns!I'm sure you were all hoping to read more about Mistress Maisie and her poor sissified husband Betty, and now's your chance! My newest story "Maisie On Top" involves their continuing adventures, and is probably my naughtiest yet!<br />
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In this wickedly kinky sequel to Maisie Takes Charge, the newly
sissified Betty finds out that his cruel dominant wife has many more
ways to humiliate him around the house now that he is a sissy slave,
controlled in strict chastity. <br /><br />The 1960s brought freedom for
many, but not for poor submissive sissy Betty Strickland - trapped in a
breathtakingly tight corset and frilly satin maid's uniform, having to
serve his wife in every way possible.<br /><br />14,044 words of retro submission, crossdressing, teasing, strap-on sex and constant humiliation!<br />
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<div align="LEFT" class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-indent: 0.5cm;">
When Betty turned round, having removed the gag, he saw an array of
ultra-feminine satin and lace items laid out on the bed, and knew
that Maisie must have already decided on an outfit for him. He knew
that, after throwing out his male wardrobe, his wife had not left
anything remotely masculine for him to wear. Nearly everything in
his new wardrobe was satin, silk, taffeta or lace and much of it
frilly and ruffles. Her intention was to force him to be more
feminine than most women, as both a terrible punishment for him, and
for her own pleasure at seeing him humiliated.</div>
<div align="LEFT" class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-indent: 0.5cm;">
“Time for you to strip,” Maisie said, sitting on the edge of the
bed with a smile on her lips. “Take off the negligée, shoes and
panties - you're going to be my cute little maid today!”</div>
<div align="LEFT" class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-indent: 0.5cm;">
Reluctantly standing up, but not daring to openly disobey her, Betty
pulled the sheer negligée over his head, laying it on the bed and
stepped out of the panties that were already around his ankles,
kicking off the high heeled mules. When he stood naked but for the
corset and stockings (and of course the gleaming cage locked around
his cock) Maisie smiled at him, then stepped close and ran her
fingers up his left arm then across the top of his chest. “You
look so beautiful free of all that body hair. And you do want to be
beautiful for me, don't you Betty?”</div>
<div align="LEFT" class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-indent: 0.5cm;">
“Yes Mistress Maisie,” he whispered, blushing red and staring
down at the carpet, trying to ignore his wife's corseted body, the
swell of her breasts bulging enticingly over the top of the corset's
cups, and and her bare sex framed by the straps of her garters. “I
want to be pretty for you.”</div>
<div align="LEFT" class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-indent: 0.5cm;">
Maisie sighed, putting her fingers under Betty's chin, forcing his
head up until he had to look into her green eyes. “You never
understood how terrible it is being a woman,” she said softly, “The
constant shortness of breath from tight corsetry; having to check
your seams are straight; feet aching in high heels; the constant
rustling of your petticoat; being treated like a pretty little doll
by men. It's 1962, Betty – the world is changing, but I couldn't
wait. I wanted to teach you a lesson, and make you my pretty sissy.”
She pouted, running her hand down his throat, across the front busk
of the corset, and then cupped his balls, brushing the cage around
his cock with her knuckles. “You don't hate me for this, do you?”</div>
<div align="LEFT" class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-indent: 0.5cm;">
Betty whimpered as his cock hardened the little it could in the
chastity device, filling all the space and bulging against the metal,
not even half-erect and completely constrained. The touch of
Maisie's hand on his balls drove him wild, and the soft mocking tone
in her voice cut to the core of him. He did hate his wife for taking
this kind of control of him, for the utter humiliation and
frustration that his every moment was filled with now, and most of
all for locking his manhood in the cruel cage. However, much as he
wanted to, there was a terrible dark pleasure inside him at times,
when his wife was reaching a climax under his tongue, or when she had
used the massive strap-on to fuck him senseless.
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<div align="LEFT" class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-indent: 0.5cm;">
“I don't hate you,” Betty whispered, closing his eyes with shame.
“But please, Mistress Maisie, could you...” He broke off, not
daring to finish the sentence.</div>
<div align="LEFT" class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-indent: 0.5cm;">
“Could I what, Betty?” Maisie's voice was gentle and encouraging
as she gently caressed the base of his balls, running her fingertips
across the steel ring that anchored the cock cage in place. “What
do you want me to do?”</div>
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“Please be a little less cruel,” he finished, his voice barely
above a whisper. “You don't have to tease me so much, Mistress.”</div>
<div align="LEFT" class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-indent: 0.5cm;">
Removing her hand from his balls, Maisie stepped back, looking Betty
up and down and grinned wickedly. “If you stop enjoying it, Betty,
I'll stop doing it.” As Betty moaned with disappointment, Maisie
picked up a pair of sheer black panties, dripping with white lace
ruffles. “Once I've got you all dressed up, we can talk about this
further, but I think you enjoy this a lot more than you let on.”
She handed Betty the panties, and he obediently stepped into them,
pulling them up and shivering with pleasure as the soft nylon fabric
of the panties brushed against his stockinged legs. Closing his
eyes, Betty tugged them up over his locked cock, whimpering softly as
the sheer material brushed against his caged manhood. The panties
were full-cut high-waisted panties of a sheer black nylon, leaving
the steel of his chastity device visible through the thin material.
The leg holes of the panties were trimmed with a layer of white lace
ruffles, and there were four tiers of frilly ruffles across the
bottom.</div>
<div align="LEFT" class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-indent: 0.5cm;">
“<span style="font-weight: normal;">Oh they look just darling!”
Maisie exclaimed excitedly, giggling a little. She ran her
fingertips across the front of the panties, caressing the slight
bulge of the steel cage, and Betty stifled a gasp, his cock straining
once more against the rigid constraints of the device. “Don't even
try to say that you don't like wearing these, sweetheart! I can tell
your sissy penis is throbbing down there!”</span></div>
<div align="LEFT" class="western" style="font-weight: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-indent: 0.5cm;">
With a wink, Maisie turned away, sorting through the feminine finery
on the bed before lifting a black net petticoat with three tiers of
white lace-trimmed fabric cascading down from a high waist. Betty
knew that the petticoat would make whatever dress he had to wear over
it stand out, but he of course had no choice but to take the rustling
item from his wife's outstretched hands and carefully step into it.
Pulling the petticoat up, he settled it around his corseted waist,
feeling the net brush against his thighs. The petticoat came down to
mid thigh, but flared out wide, with layers upon layers of netting,
each layer ending in a frilly of scratchy white lace.</div>
<div align="LEFT" class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-indent: 0.5cm;">
“<span style="font-weight: normal;">Do a twirl, Betty.” Maisie's
order was spoken in a gentle voice, but with a firmness behind it
that made Betty nervous. Obediently, Betty spun on the spot, raising
to his toes and rapidly turning around several times, the petticoat
flaring high and wide, exposing his stockinged thighs. Dizzy, he
staggered a little then straightened up, humiliated by having to
perform for his wife. “Well, I think you did that well, but I bet
once I get you properly uniformed, I'll have to train you to curtsey
like a real maid.”</span></div>
<div align="LEFT" class="western" style="font-weight: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-indent: 0.5cm;">
Betty stood waiting, half-dressed in sissy clothes, watching his
wife's curvaceous bottom as she bent over the bed. When Maisie
straightened, she was holding a pair of long black satin evening
gloves, which she passed to him. Sliding his hands into the slippery
satin of the gloves, Betty pulled them up over his arms, smoothing
the fabric down so that it clung like a second skin to his hair-free
skin. The gloves came to just above his elbow and as he twisted his
arms, glancing down at them, he felt a shiver of desire run through
his body. As a young man, he'd loved the sight of a glamorous woman
in long gloves, and on several occasions had persuaded his wife to
give him a gloved handjob after a formal event. Now, of course,
those days were long gone, and there was no chance of his wife
caressing him in that way, with or without gloves!</div>
<div align="LEFT" class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-indent: 0.5cm;">
“<span style="font-weight: normal;">And this is your uniform for
today, Betty!” His wife's voice interrupted his reverie, and he
blinked, focussing on the black and white frilled concoction that she
was holding up for him. It was a French maid's uniform, a ridiculous
over the top parody of the kind of uniform that their own housemaid,
Ramona, wore. It screamed that the person who wore it was a sissy,
and would never be worn by a real woman outside of a pornographic
photo shoot. The uniform was glistening black satin, with short
puffed sleeves, gathered with white lace. It had a high frilled
neckline, rows of lace curving across the bodice, and a very high
waistline, making it look almost childish in style. The skirt was
short, and Betty was sure that it would barely cover the full
petticoat, meaning that if he bent over, his panties would be on
display.</span></div>
<div align="LEFT" class="western" style="font-weight: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-indent: 0.5cm;">
Unzipping the dress, Maisie helped Betty put it on, assisting him in
pushing his gloved arms through the short puffy sleeves, settling the
soft fabric against him. “This is cut to fit a girl with a waist
the size of yours in the corset. If you weren't tight-laced, it
wouldn't even fit!” Maisie giggled, “Of course, given time I'll
get your waist down even smaller!” Maisie patted the dress down
over the petticoat, a good three inches of the petticoat's lacy
frills showing below the hem of the dress, and the ruffles of lace at
the high neck brushing against Betty's chin. Going behind Betty,
Maisie zipped the dress up, the satin clinging to Betty's corseted
waist and the cups filled out by his fake breasts. Tweaking at the
sleeves, Maisie pulled the gathered fabric down until each sleeve
ended just below where Betty's gloves began, leaving him completely
covered top to toe in sissy clothing except for his face, and the gap
between the frilly legs of his panties and his stocking tops.</div>
<div align="LEFT" class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-indent: 0.5cm;">
“<span style="font-weight: normal;">Just a few items left now,
darling!” Maisie's bright and perky breezy manner was driving
Betty crazy – his wife was acting like this was all normal, even
though he was standing in their bedroom dressed as a sissy French
maid, forced to obey her every instruction. An apron was the next
part of the outfit, made of white satin with a pleated frill around
the edge and long wide straps which were soon tied tightly around his
waist in a large bow.</span></div>
<div align="LEFT" class="western" style="font-weight: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-indent: 0.5cm;">
Kneeling in front of him, his Mistress helped him into a pair of
stiletto heeled court shoes, leaving him teetering on the six inch
spikes. As he swayed, getting used to the feeling of his stockinged
feet being forced into a high arch, Maisie ran her hands up the back
of his legs, tracing the seams of the stockings. “I can understand
why you loved to see me in heels,” she said thoughtfully, looking
up at him from where she knelt. “It really has a quite wonderful
effect on your legs, and forces you to stand in such an adorably
feminine pose. Is that how you feel, Betty?”</div>
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Betty nodded, his legs aching already and toes sore in the narrow
shoes. “Yes Mistress,” he replied, “They force a woman to push
out her bottom and arch her back a little to push out her breasts.”</div>
<div align="LEFT" class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-indent: 0.5cm;">
“<span style="font-weight: normal;">Not just a woman, Betty,”
Maisie said, standing up and looking into his eyes, “A sissy girl
like you as well.”</span></div>
<div align="LEFT" class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-indent: 0.5cm;">
“<span style="font-weight: normal;">Yes Mistress Maisie,” he
muttered, blushing and holding his gloved hands in front of his
tightly corseted waist, nestled against the fabric of the dress and
petticoat, lowering his eyes a little.</span></div>
<div align="LEFT" class="western" style="font-weight: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-indent: 0.5cm;">
Reaching up, Maisie settled a black and white frilled cap on top of
his wig, pinning it into place, then stepped back and smiled. “And
that's your outfit complete! Sit down in front of the mirror and
I'll get you made up, then you can start your chores!” Betty sat
down as ordered on the leather upholstered stool, his stockinged
knees together primly. His Mistress opened the drawers containing
her cosmetics and began the final stages of transforming him into a
complete sissy. A pale foundation was soon applied to his face and
neck, followed by a hint of blush on his cheeks, and a gleaming baby
pink lipstick. Slightly reddish brown eyeshadow followed by black
mascara completed the makeup, and soon Betty was staring at himself
in the mirror, once again barely recognising the sissy girl that he
saw.
</div>Fiona Florencehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16337213238907729996noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5321867171270769985.post-53183112782324972732012-05-11T10:38:00.001-07:002012-05-11T10:38:14.394-07:00Jet Set Slut - kinky, retro and hot as hell!I've published a hot new story, just in time for the weekend! Packed full of wicked humiliation, female submission, bondage and (of course) hot sex!<br />
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In 1962, glamorous uniformed air hostess Emma takes first class service
to a whole new level when she submits to Jake, a handsome businessman
flying from New York to LA!<br /><br />Following Jake's humiliating orders,
Emma pleasures him on her knees aboard the plane, then later meets him
in his hotel penthouse where he introduces her to kinky submission,
exquisite frustration and bondage... and she loves every minute of it!<br /><br />A wickedly retro 17,865 word tale of female submission with spanking, humiliation, bondage, teasing and kinky sex!<br />
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Available right now from <a href="http://www.amazon.com/Jet-Set-Slut-ebook/dp/B00824CGT4" target="_blank">Amazon.com</a>, <a href="http://www.amazon.co.uk/Jet-Set-Slut-ebook/dp/B00824CGT4/" target="_blank">Amazon.co.uk</a>, <a href="https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/161210" target="_blank">Smashwords</a> and <a href="https://www.allromanceebooks.com/product-jetsetslut-790475-144.html" target="_blank">AllRomance</a>! <br />
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<span style="font-family: Times New Roman,serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Returning to the
first class part of the cabin, Emma flashed a perky smile, the ice in
the freshly poured glass of scotch clinking softly. “One scotch on
the rocks, and I checked with the boss, and she said I'm all yours!”
She handed him the glass, and felt his fingers brush hers as he took
the condensation-covered glass.</span></span></div>
<div align="LEFT" class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-indent: 0.6cm;">
<span style="font-family: Times New Roman,serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Sipping the scotch,
Jake smiled up at her, then patted the seat next to his. “Sit.
You can't just stand there the whole flight waiting for me to think
of something I want, so put your cute little ass down in the seat.”</span></span></div>
<div align="LEFT" class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-indent: 0.6cm;">
<span style="font-family: Times New Roman,serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Blushing, Emma sat
down as ordered, smoothing her skirt down as she did so, sitting with
her stockinged knees primly pressed together. “Kay, that's the
chief hostess, she always says that if she catches any of her girls
sitting down when they're meant to be working, she'll give them a
whupping.” Emma wriggled in the seat, turning so she was sitting
diagonally across the seat, facing towards Jake. “You won't let
her do that, will you?”</span></span></div>
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“<span style="font-family: Times New Roman,serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Hell, I'll stand
in front of you and won't let her close.” Lighting a cigarette,
Jake took a long drag, eyes sparkling as he watched Emma. “Though
you'd look cute, over someone's knee in that perky little uniform, I
bet.”</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times New Roman,serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Emma gasped, putting
a gloved hand to her mouth, a little shocked at his innuendo, but
remembering her career probably depending on ensuring the man enjoyed
his flight. “That'd be between me and Kay,” Emma retorted, “And
she's not the type to sell tickets for an audience.” She could
understand why he was seen as one of New York's most eligible men.
Aside from the admittedly impressive personal fortune, he was
undeniably handsome, with a wry smile and chiselled features, with
looks that gave Emma a warm tingle deep inside.</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times New Roman,serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Clapping his hands
together in mock-applause, Jake crossed his legs, letting the
cigarette dangle from the corner of his mouth, smoke curling towards
the air vent above. “You're feisty, Emma, that's refreshing. I
don't normally meet a lot of women like that.” He paused, looking
thoughtful, then smirked. “That said, most of the women I meet are
either secretaries or single society girls, so they either work for
me or want to marry me. I might own part of your airline, but not
enough to say you work for me... but is there a ring under those
gloves?”</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times New Roman,serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">With a melodramatic
slowness, Emma pulled the glove from her left hand, then wiggled her
fingers, free from any rings. “Not me, I'm a single girl!” She
slid the glove back on, then shrugged. “It goes with the work –
they won't hire married girls, so if I married you, I'd lose my job!”</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times New Roman,serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Jake sighed and
rolled his eyes, “Women!” he muttered, “You're not wanting to
be the idle housewife left at home while your rich husband works long
hours to pay the bills?”</span></span></div>
<div align="LEFT" class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-indent: 0.6cm;">
<span style="font-family: Times New Roman,serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Crossing her long
legs slowly, letting Jake hear the rasp of nylon and pretending not
to notice him glancing down at her stockings, Emma shook her head.
“Not for me, sorry. I like the travel, meeting people and the
perky uniform that you already mentioned! This job is perfect for
me!”</span></span></div>
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“<span style="font-family: Times New Roman,serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Oh thank
heavens,” Jake said, leaning towards her slightly, “I was worried
you'd turn out to be a feminist and talk about patriarchy or some
rubbish like that!”</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times New Roman,serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Emma shifted
position a little, deliberately scooting forwards on the seat a few
inches while pressing her bottom down firmly, knowing that the hem of
her skirt would ride up a little and give Jake an enticing glimpse of
her stocking tops. “Feminist, me? Hardly!” She giggled,
uncrossing and then recrossing her legs, this time with deliberate
slowness so that he couldn't help but watch, his eyes following the
lines of her stockinged calves and thighs. “I don't think
feminists have jobs like this, do they? I mean, it's almost always
men in first class, and some kind of brassiere-burning woman is
hardly going to want to serve drinks to men all day!”</span></span></div>
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“<span style="font-family: Times New Roman,serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Well said,”
Jake responded, “And speaking of drinks...” He drained the
scotch then put the glass down. “You can go get me another, I
think. But leave your panties here.”</span></span></div>
<div align="LEFT" class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-indent: 0.6cm;">
<span style="font-family: Times New Roman,serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">The meaning of his
words didn't strike Emma until she was half stood-up, but she
flinched slightly, grabbing the back of a seat for support, her legs
suddenly weak. “Do...what?”</span></span></div>
<div align="LEFT" class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-indent: 0.6cm;">
“<span style="font-family: Times New Roman,serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">You heard me,”
he said softly, his eyes fixed on hers. “Go get me a drink, but
leave your panties with me. Girls I'm with aren't allowed to wear
panties, and since you're here to make me happy, you don't get to
wear any.”</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times New Roman,serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Suddenly short of
breath, Emma clutched at the seat, feeling her knees tremble as he
stared at her, his expression not changing. “Why would I do that?”
She dropped her voice to a whisper, embarrassed by his request.
“That's just a little bit forward of you, Mr Merrick.”</span></span></div>
<div align="LEFT" class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-indent: 0.6cm;">
<span style="font-family: Times New Roman,serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Smiling, Jake
deliberately looked her up and down, his gaze lingering over her
curves. “Is it?” He winked, leaning back with his hands behind
his head. “If you want to impress me, and I know that you do,
you're going to have to follow instructions like a good girl. Do you
want to be a good girl, Emma?” Emma's mind raced as she stared at
him, appalled and ashamed at his request. On the one hand Jake
Merrick was handsome, eligible, and she was desperate to please him
for the sake of her job. On the other, he was asking her to do
something incredibly humiliating, and who knew where it would lead?
“You can't just stand there forever,” he said in a stern voice,
“Panties off, right now.”</span></span></div>
<div align="LEFT" class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-indent: 0.6cm;">
<span style="font-family: Times New Roman,serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">With trembling
hands, Emma slowly lifted the hem of her skirt, flushing deep red as
she did so. She knew that she was expected to make Jake's trip as
pleasant as possible, but had not imagined something like this. That
said, he was certainly handsome, and if the flight ended up with his
hands on her, she would not entirely object. Jake watched her calmly
as she blushed crimson, sliding her hands under her hiked-up skirt,
knowing that he had a great view of her stocking tops and thighs.
Emma tugged at her panties, glad she was wearing one of her best
pairs in full-cut ivory satin, pulling them down from under her
skirt to her thighs. </span></span>
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<div align="LEFT" class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-indent: 0.6cm;">
<span style="font-family: Times New Roman,serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Her cheeks burning
with humiliation, but a heat of desire kindled within her, Emma slid
the panties down her stockinged legs, then pulled them over her high
heels until she had them bunched in her hand. Trying to match his
cool gaze, she pulled her skirt back into place over her thighs,
wriggling a little as the material brushed against her bare pussy.
With an attempt at nonchalance, she tossed the panties onto the small
table next to his empty glass, forcing a smile.</span></span></div>
<div align="LEFT" class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-indent: 0.6cm;">
“<span style="font-family: Times New Roman,serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">There you go, Mr
Merrick, one pair of panties as ordered.” She pressed her thighs
together, trying to ignore the shame that was coursing through her,
and a thrilling feeling of being naughty that she hadn't felt since
she was a child, but with a decidedly adult edge. “Now, what would
you like to drink?”</span></span></div>
<div align="LEFT" class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-indent: 0.6cm;">
“<span style="font-family: Times New Roman,serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Another scotch,”
he said, glancing at her discarded panties, “But you can call me
Jake.”</span></span></div>
<div align="LEFT" class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-indent: 0.6cm;">
<span style="font-family: Times New Roman,serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Nodding, Emma left
the first class part of the cabin and was thankful that none of the
other girls were in the small crew area that was located between
first class and standard. Putting her hands to her mouth, she gasped
for breath, trying to make sense of the wild feelings inside her
body. She had never done anything as shocking as this, but she
couldn't deny the arousal that she felt. With her bare sex framed by
her suspenders and the slightly rough wool of her skirt brushing
against it, there was a slowly building heat between her legs that
was entirely new to her, stemming from the strange humiliation and
excitement of knowing that she was naked in the naughtiest way
possible beneath her clothes.</span></span></div>
<div align="LEFT" class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-indent: 0.6cm;">
<span style="font-family: Times New Roman,serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Fetching Jake a
second scotch, this time he barely looked up at her as he was
engrossed in a newspaper, simply nodding towards the small table
which her crumpled panties were still lying on. Flushing with
embarrassment once again, Emma put the glass down and waited for a
few moments. When Jake didn't respond, she left, realising that this
perhaps wasn't the prelude to the seduction she was expecting, but
just a deliberate attempt to humiliate her, in which case it was
certainly working.</span></span></div>
<div align="LEFT" class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-indent: 0.6cm;">
“<span style="font-family: Times New Roman,serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Is there anything
else you need?” Emma lingered over the word 'else', trying to
sound suggestive, but Jake barely looked up at her.</span></span></div>
<div align="LEFT" class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-indent: 0.6cm;">
“<span style="font-family: Times New Roman,serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">No, I think you
can just stand there and wait. I might need something in a little
while.” His words stung her almost like a rejection, but she
obediently stood still, her back straight, hands by her sides,
glancing down at her discarded panties, eyes flicking over his
newspaper, then simply watching him read the paper. She felt like a
punished schoolgirl, having to stand in silence, incredibly conscious
that she wasn't wearing anything under her skirt and unsure whether
she loved or hated the sensation.</span></span></div>
<div align="LEFT" class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-indent: 0.6cm;">
<span style="font-family: Times New Roman,serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Emma had lost track
of time, standing still, her feet aching slightly in the high heels.
Periodically she glanced down, taking in Jake's strong cheekbones,
dark hair and handsome profile, feeling a twinge of desire inside,
mixed with the confusion over how he was treating her. At one point
she noticed a movement in the curtain separating off the crew
compartment and saw Kay peeking out at her. Seeing that Emma was
seemingly waiting on Jake's next instruction, Kay gave the high sign
and vanished, leaving Emma to continue waiting.</span></span></div>
<div align="LEFT" class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-indent: 0.6cm;">
<span style="font-family: Times New Roman,serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Eventually, after
what seemed like an age, Jake looked up at her thoughtfully, sipping
his drink. “Could you pull your skirt up, Emma? All the way up.”</span></span></div>
<div align="LEFT" class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-indent: 0.6cm;">
<span style="font-family: Times New Roman,serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">She gasped, taking a
half-step backwards away from him. “But someone might see! What if
one of the other girls looks in on us?”</span></span></div>
<div align="LEFT" class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-indent: 0.6cm;">
<span style="font-family: Times New Roman,serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">He shrugged, looking
unconcerned. “Do you really think they'll be entirely surprised?
I do have a bit of a reputation of a womaniser, after all.”</span></span></div>
<div align="LEFT" class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-indent: 0.6cm;">
“<span style="font-family: Times New Roman,serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">I meant MY
reputation,” snapped Emma, flushing. “I can't just expose myself
while I'm working!”</span></span></div>
<div align="LEFT" class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-indent: 0.6cm;">
“<span style="font-family: Times New Roman,serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">I perhaps wasn't
clear,” Jake said coldly, his hazel eyes meeting Emma's, “You're
going to pull your skirt up while standing there. That's an order,
Emma. Or do you actually want to disobey me?”</span></span></div>
<div align="LEFT" class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-indent: 0.6cm;">
<span style="font-family: Times New Roman,serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Shocked that he was
treating her this way, Emma helplessly nodded, grasping the hem of
her skirt with trembling gloved fingers and pulling it upwards.
Closing her eyes with shame, she tugged her skirt up until it was
rucked up around her waist, completely exposing the tops of her
stockings, her suspender straps and her bare sex, her legs pressed
tightly together. When she dared open her eyes, Jake was looking her
up and down with admiration on his face.</span></span></div>
<div align="LEFT" class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-indent: 0.6cm;">
“<span style="font-family: Times New Roman,serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Very nice, Emma,
very nice indeed.” He smiled, eyes roving over her crotch, seeing
the neatly trimmed patch of blonde hair above her sex, “and you're
a natural blonde, that's good.”</span></span></div>
<div align="LEFT" class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-indent: 0.6cm;">
“<span style="font-family: Times New Roman,serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Thank you, Jake,”
she whispered in a shame-filled voice, “Please may I pull my skirt
down now?”</span></span></div>
<div align="LEFT" class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-indent: 0.6cm;">
<span style="font-family: Times New Roman,serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">To her horror, Jake
shook his head then turned back to his newspaper. “That would
spoil the fun, wouldn't it? You can stand there like that for a
while. I like to have something nice to look at.”</span></span></div>
<div align="LEFT" class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-indent: 0.6cm;">
<span style="font-family: Times New Roman,serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">With no choice but
to obey, Emma stood next to Jake as he read the newspaper, mortified
that she was standing holding her skirt up, exposing herself for him.
She was directly opposite the door to the crew compartment and
desperately hoped that none of the other girls would take a look into
first class, otherwise they would see Emma and be shocked at what she
was revealing.</span></span></div>
<div align="LEFT" class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-indent: 0.6cm;">
<span style="font-family: Times New Roman,serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Left in silence and
deep in humiliation, Emma had nothing to occupy her mind while Jake
read, so she ended up staring down at his handsome profile, glancing
down at the floor each time he looked up at her before returning to
his newspaper. To her surprise, Emma realised that she was aroused,
a dull heat rising between her legs in the quiet cabin, the only
sound the muted roar of the engines from outside and the occasional
rustle of newspaper. Somehow, being treated this way and exposed was
exciting her, but she couldn't tell if it was through the way he was
unconcernedly treating her almost like an object to be stared at and
little more, or if it was the humiliation and threat of exposure.</span></span></div>
<div align="LEFT" class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-indent: 0.6cm;">
<span style="font-family: Times New Roman,serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Shifting on her
heels, her fully fashioned nylon stockings rasping together, Emma
kept her thighs closed, made uncomfortable by the slow tingling
sensation between her legs and the avid fantasies racing through her
mind. Without a word from Jake, she found herself thinking of being
thrown down onto a bed and fucked by him, or taken in his arms and
roughly embraced. Emma was hardly a virgin, but she had little
experience other than hasty sex in the back of a car, on a pile of
coats in the cloakroom at a dance or on a cramped single bed in a
cheap apartment. Being forced to stand and offer herself up like
this was nothing she had ever imagined doing, and although she'd
heard stories told in hushed tones about the kind of things that some
people got up to in the bedroom, the wilder antics were nothing that
she had ever considered doing. Now though, standing with her pussy
bared, she couldn't help but wonder if she one day would do those
things, given that this was surely already far beyond what normal
nice girls did.</span></span></div>
<div align="LEFT" class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-indent: 0.6cm;">
<span style="font-family: Times New Roman,serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Lost in
contemplation of Jake's face, and her own torrid fantasies, Emma
barely heard the Captain announce that the flight had just an hour
remaining, not certain how long she had been standing beside the
millionaire obediently and submissively. She realised that Jake had
put aside the newspaper and was glancing up at her, a curious
expression on his face. She looked down and realised that a large
erection was bulging through his suit trousers, and that his eyes
were fixed on her body, roving from her stockinged thighs up across
her sex to the straining buttons of her blouse, tight over her bust.</span></span></div>
<div align="LEFT" class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-indent: 0.6cm;">
<span style="font-family: Times New Roman,serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Licking her lips,
and speaking in a hesitant voice, Emma whispered softly, “Would
you... would you like me to do something about that?” She flicked
her eyes towards his erection, not daring to speak explicitly.</span></span></div>
<div align="LEFT" class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-indent: 0.6cm;">
“<span style="font-family: Times New Roman,serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">I think that
would be very nice of you,” Jake said with a grin, putting his
hands behind his head and leaning back in the seat, “A gorgeous
girl like you looks even better with a cock in her mouth.”</span></span></div>
<div align="LEFT" class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-indent: 0.6cm;">
<span style="font-family: Times New Roman,serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Blushing at the
obscene compliment, Emma got down on her stockinged knees in front of
Jake, pushing his legs apart with her gloved hands and kneeling
between them. Glancing up at him, she brushed her hair out of her
face, then unzipped his fly with trembling hands, reaching into his
trousers to free his cock from his underwear so that it stood
straight up, quivering in the cool air of the cabin. </span></span>
</div>
<div align="LEFT" class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-indent: 0.6cm;">
<span style="font-family: Times New Roman,serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Emma's eyes widened
as Jake's cock sprang up, hard and fully erect. It was easily ten
inches long, and very thick, the head a glossy deep pinkish purple,
much larger than any she had seen before. Knowing that, deep down,
she wanted nothing more than to please him, she slid her left hand
inside his underwear, cupping his balls, then wrapped her right hand
around his shaft, stroking him with the soft fabric of her gloves.</span></span></div>
<div align="LEFT" class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-indent: 0.6cm;">
<span style="font-family: Times New Roman,serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Jake gave a grunt
deep in his throat, watching Emma appreciatively as she stroked him,
her hand sliding up and down his cock, her thumb brushing the head of
his cock with each movement of her hand, fingers wrapped tightly
around him. Taking a breath, Emma leaned down, then took the head of
his cock between her red lips, giving a soft moan of pleasure as she
did so, closing her mouth around him. Gently sucking on the head of
his cock, she started to slide her mouth up and down, her soft lips
gliding over his shaft, taking him deeper and deeper with each
movement into her hot, wet mouth.</span></span></div>
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This one is only available on Amazon - I'm seeing how the 'KDP Select' thing goes. Apologies to anyone who prefers Smashwords and AllRomance!<br />
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When Julian is discovered dressed as a sissy schoolgirl by his co-worker
Cordelia, a beautiful woman half his age, he is horrified and utterly ashamed.<br /><br />Taking
photos to ensure he obeys her, Cordelia discovers Julian's desire for
chastity and takes control of him - bringing him to the limits of
arousal on the most humiliating and exciting sissy Saturday morning of
his life building up to wickedly frustrating pleasure!<br /><br />A steamy 8,700 word story with crossdressing, spanking, foot worship, female domination, chastity and cruel humiliation!<br />
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To make up for it, here are a few 50% discounts on my stories at Smashwords! The discounts are only until the 2nd of April though!<br />
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<a href="https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/129247" target="_blank">Tie Me Up Buttercup</a> - coupon code <b>XW86C </b>(F/f domination)<br />
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<a href="https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/123626" target="_blank">Sally's Hard Lesson</a><big><b> </b></big>- coupon code <b>AZ48N</b> (M/f domination and humiliation)Fiona Florencehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16337213238907729996noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5321867171270769985.post-73963328606148976742012-03-05T14:03:00.004-08:002012-03-05T14:04:23.104-08:00Discounts!Well, I haven't managed to write much recently due to pressures from my nine-to-five (although there are a few things in the pipeline which should be finished during March)... but on the other hand, I haven't forgotten about you all, so what could be better than some discount coupons for my stories on Smashwords?<br />
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How does 50% off until the 10th March sound? <br />
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For any of the stories linked below, use coupon code <b>REW50 </b>to buy them for 50% off!<br />
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For those who like submissive transvestites and sissies:<br />
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<a href="http://www.smashwords.com/books/view/122740" target="_blank">Birthday Submission </a><br />
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<a href="http://www.smashwords.com/books/view/125073" target="_blank">Paying The Bill</a><br />
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<a href="http://www.smashwords.com/books/view/122806" target="_blank">Sin Skin</a><br />
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<br />Fiona Florencehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16337213238907729996noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5321867171270769985.post-17112655737433221422012-02-20T10:36:00.000-08:002012-02-20T10:36:46.910-08:00Switching sides!Sometimes the girls are on top, sometimes the boys are on top... that's how it is with my latest stories anyway! Both are, as ever, terribly kinky; but one features a cruel teasing dominatrix forcing a man to submit, while the other is about a strong man demonstrating his power over a woman (although with a wicked twist!)<br />
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<b>The Centurion's Property</b> is a male dom/female sub story set in Roman times. The kinky twist is that the "violation" of a British chieftain's daughter is all staged, but none of those watching her submission know!<br />
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When Centurion Marcus Lavinius is ordered to pacify the village of his
secret British lover Maeve, he decides that staging her violation and
sexual submission to him in front of the whole village and his
Legionaries is the best way to impress the locals with the might of the
Roman Empire.<br /><br />At first shocked and humiliated, Maeve becomes
aroused beyond her wildest dreams, submitting on her knees and then her
back, finally begging for a climax in front of the assembled soldiers! <br /><br />5000 words of historical erotica containing oral pleasure, rough sex, firm spanking and a kinky finish!<br />
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Dixie Steele is the new sheriff in town, and she's a feisty dominatrix
who wants a man to control in the first story of the Girl With No Shame
trilogy!<br /><br />When Dixie captures the outlaw Jake Weathers and locks
him in the town jail, he doesn't expect a hot and kinky night of tease
and denial! Femdom and male submission from back when the West was very
wild!<br /><br />4,600 words of bondage, punishment, cruel teasing and denial from a feisty woman who's always on top!<br />
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Maeve screamed as the burly Legionaries pushed through the hut's
doorway, grabbing her and dragging her by her arms out into the village
square. She kicked and screamed at them, knowing that she had to
pretend she didn't know Marcus and that she hadn't spent long nights in
his arms. The Legionaries threw her to the grassy ground at his feet,
and she spat on his sandals, not looking up at him. Acting as if he
did not know her, Marcus shouted orders to his men. <br />
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“Legionaries – I will demonstrate the power of Rome by making this
British tribal chief's daughter my property! You may all watch as I
take her! And perhaps you will learn something to show the women that
you marry when you leave the Legions!” As his men laughed, two of his
Legionaries dragged Maeve's father back to his hut, holding him in the
doorway and forcing him to watch the spectacle. <br />
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“What's your name, girl?” Marcus prodded Maeve with his foot, taking
hold of her hair and forcibly tilting her head towards him. <br />
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“Maeve,” she spat, play-acting the role of defiant rebel, “And I don't care what you do to me!”<br />
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“Well, that's for the best,” he replied, “But maybe you'll grow to like
Roman cock!” He gave her a wink that no one else could see, then tore
the front of her dress down the middle, exposing her pert breasts to the
assembled soldiers and villagers. As a red flush of shame spread
across her pale skin, he tore the dress to shreds, exposing her
completely. She squealed with partly mock outrage but also an edge of
genuine humiliation as he exposed her in front of everyone, trying to
cover her breasts and sex with her hands, but the muscular Centurion
hauled her upright, pulling her hands behind her back and showing her
nudity to his men, who were all watching avidly. “Try not to enjoy it
too much,” he whispered in her ear, then gave her soft bottom a firm
slap, making her yelp with surprise.<br />
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“Down on your knees, Briton!” He barked the order, pointing to the
grass beneath Maeve's feet, “You're going to taste my Roman cock in
front of your whole village!” She gasped, glaring at him defiantly,
then squealed as he slapped her face, her head snapping sideways with
the force of the blow. Shocked, Maeve sank down to her knees, looking
up at Marcus' armoured body, eyes wide. Although they had discussed the
plan, she had never quite considered just how it would feel, having to
pleasure him in front of everyone she knew, and scores of his men, all
watching closely. As the chief's daughter, many of the men of the
village lusted after her, whilst some of the women were jealous of her
position, so she knew many of them would enjoy seeing her stripped and
treated like this.<br />
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Maeve knelt, looking up at Marcus as he unbuckled his armour, tossing it
behind him to the ground, tugging down his leather breeches before
pulling up his red cloth tunic, exposing his hardening cock that she
was so very familiar with. “You won't see one of these on your pathetic
British men, eh?” He gestured towards his cock as it swelled to a
full erection, long and thick. “See that boys,” he shouted to his
gathered men, “Roman steel! Finest in the Empire!” <br />
While the men laughed, many of them sitting sprawled on the grass to
watch the show, Marcus grabbed a fistful of Maeve's red hair, then
pulled her head forwards, forcing her mouth onto his hard cock.<br />
<br />
Parting her lips, Maeve took his manhood into her mouth, remembering to
keep glaring up at him and acting as if she hated it, kicking her feet
against the ground, beating her fists against his sides. His large rod
filled her mouth, her lips spread wide around his shaft as he pulled her
close, twisting her hair around his hands to hold her in place as she
helplessly sucked on him, running her tongue over the fat head of his
cock.<br />
<br />
Marcus took half a step forwards, not letting Maeve take her lips off
his manhood, forcing even deeper into her mouth, his feet either side of
her thighs, balls pressing against her chin. “Oh you like being
humiliated, don't you?” He muttered the words for her ears alone as she
almost gagged on his shaft, “Everyone watching you suck the cock of a
Roman invader?” Maeve moaned around his rod, relaxing her jaw, letting
her tongue caress him inside her mouth. As his grip on her hair
relaxed a little, she started to slide her mouth back and forth along
him, keeping her lips locked tight around his shaft, leaving a
glistening trail of saliva on his flesh to show how deep into her throat
she had taken his manhood.<br />
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Her bulging cheeks were flushed with humiliation as she serviced him,
bobbing her head on his cock, tongue slithering up and down his shaft,
her lips softly gliding over his swollen rod. They had talked long into
the cold British nights about their fantasies, and she had confessed to
a strange excitement at the thought of her lover being a Roman and how
wrong that was, but she had never expected something like this, nude and
orally satisfying her man in front of seasoned Roman legionaries and
everyone she knew from the village. Running her tongue across the ridge
at the base of Marcus' cock head and hearing him groan, she felt a
surge of guilty pleasure inside, closing her eyes but still feeling the
rough men watching her, and desiring her lithe body.Fiona Florencehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16337213238907729996noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5321867171270769985.post-46046412749512137512012-02-16T10:59:00.000-08:002012-02-16T10:59:56.855-08:00DistributionBookstrand are tightening up (lewd pun not intended, I swear) on what they will distribute, due to Paypal taking a firm line with them.<br />
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As such, I probably won't be uploading any new titles there, since I guess "dubious consent" is what I like writing about and while I write stories where the sub ends up enjoying things, I'm not sure if they'll be looking for those kind of details or just banning anyone who writes a story that even starts off non-consensual.<br />
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It doesn't seem worth the risk, really - so unless I start writing vanilla stories (haha, no chance!), look out for me on Amazon, Smashwords and AllRomance instead!<br />
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Seriousness aside, work has been a bit busy this week, but I'm hoping to have at least two new stories up over the weekend.Fiona Florencehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16337213238907729996noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5321867171270769985.post-17684313688903028152012-02-11T06:53:00.000-08:002012-02-11T06:53:07.528-08:00Something for the weekend, Sir?The weather is still dipping below zero, so once again I'm left writing shockingly filthy stories in an effort to stay warm! It's a good thing that I enjoy that, really! The cold is starting to get a bit tiresome though - I'd love to be able to go outside without slipping over on frosty pavements and looking like an idiot, and to not need a huge jacket and big thick gloves every time I even ventured to nearby shops.<br />
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I've got two new stories up for you this weekend, both featuring a beautiful woman punished and forced to submit against her will, and in both cases she (un)surprisingly discovers the joys of submission and ends up begging for more!<br />
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What am I writing next? Well, there's more from Mistress Maisie coming soon, and something else involving a feisty cowgirl - so it will be the turn of men to submit next, I promise!<br />
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Stephanie Coleridge is the powerful but lonely CEO of an investment bank, staying alone at work late one Friday night.<br /><br />When
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office, but is discovered by a male protester, who teaches her a lesson
with a firm spanking, tying and gagging Stephanie with her own lingerie.
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being taken from behind, bent over her desk with the protester's
throbbing tool inside her as she discovers the pleasure of submission!<br /><br />Investment Spanking is 6000 words of hot M/f action!<br />
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Left alone and frustrated in a chastity belt while her husband fights in
the Crusades, Princess Isadora is terrified when the cruel Duke Gunther
storms her tower, taking her as his prisoner.<br /><br />Punishing Isadora
with spanking and flogging, Gunther demands that the captive Princess
submits to him as his pleasure slave. Finally forced to give in, she
discovers that even though she is locked in chastity and deeply
humiliated, serving the cruel Duke is not as bad as she thought, and
Isadora is soon moaning with pleasure as Gunther uses the two orifices
that aren't locked up!<br /><br />From Princess To Slavegirl has 5000 words of hot historical frustration, punishment, submission and sex!<br />
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Then, after I started writing it, I realised that I <i>really</i> liked the dominant character I'd created, so I guess it just had to become the first story in a series at that point!<br />
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It is very safe to say that Mistress Maisie will return in more stories to control poor subservient Betty, but without further ado....<br />
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In 1962, when a woman's ideal role was that of the perfect petticoated
housewife, Maisie Strickland decides to take control of her wayward
husband Barney. With cruel teasing, forced feminisation, chastity and
sexual service, she begins his transformation into his new role as
Betty, her gorgeous submissive crossdressing slavegirl!<br />
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11,822 words of retro submission, crossdressing, teasing and humiliation!<br />
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A wickedly teasing excerpt is after the jump - I hope you like it!<br />
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<div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-indent: 0.5cm;">
“Looking
for something?” Maisie’s voice came from the bedroom as he
passed the doorway, and he pushed the door open, face flushing bright
red, then a wide grin appearing as he saw the sight before him. The
curtains were drawn, even though it was only five in the afternoon,
and Maisie – his own wife – was lying on the bed, long red hair
hanging loose, wearing high heeled mules, a tight-laced black corset
that gave her already slender waist a perfect hourglass shape and
pushed up her generous breasts, fully fashioned nylon stockings,
frilled black lace panties the like of which Barney hadn’t seen
outside of quietly passed-around men’s magazines, long black satin
evening gloves, a filmy satin shawl around her shoulders, and not a
shred more. “Close the door and come on in.”</div>
<div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-indent: 0.5cm;">
“Heck
yes!” Barney had the door closed and his tie off within seconds,
tugging at the buttons of his shirt even as he shrugged off his suit
jacket. Maisie sat up in bed, leaning on her elbows, watching with
an amused smile on her glossy red lips. Moments later, Barney was
stark naked, his clothes in a heap beside the door, smiling down at
his wife as he stood next to the bed. “So what brought this on,
Maisie honey?” he said, sitting on the edge of the bed, then
carefully lying down next to her, supporting himself with one elbow,
putting one hand cautiously on her tightly corseted waist, “Something
I said?”</div>
<div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-indent: 0.5cm;">
“Not
quite,” she replied, firmly removing his hand, and giving a warm
smile that made him visibly quiver with lust, “Now lie on your back
and let me take charge…” Barney obeyed, rolling onto his back,
hands behind his head, still grinning, stretching out the length of
the bed. “Not like that,” Maisie said firmly, grabbing his
wrists and tugging them up, so his arms were stretched above his
head, “Now there we go…”</div>
<div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-indent: 0.5cm;">
Barney
didn’t say anything, but his face was flushed and he seemed just a
little short of breath, as far as Maisie could tell. Whilst his body
might be lying flat on the bed, his penis stood proud and erect,
quivering slightly, seven thick inches of desire begging for Maisie
to touch it. Of course, she had no intention of indulging his
pathetic fantasies – this was all about her, not that Barney
realised that yet.</div>
<div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-indent: 0.5cm;">
“What
the heck is that, sweetie?” he asked, a little confused as Maisie
picked up a pink item with dangling ribbons from beside the bed, “And
uh… when do we….?”</div>
<div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-indent: 0.5cm;">
“Shhhhh,”
she whispered, “This is my sleep mask – I wear it when I’ve got
a migraine. You’d have seen it if you didn’t sleep like a baby….
And you’re going to wear it until I’m done with you, stud…”</div>
<div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-indent: 0.5cm;">
Ignoring
Barney’s lascivious grin, Maisie knelt on the bed, carefully
putting the padded salmon pink satin sleep mask over Barney’s eyes,
then waited for him to dutifully lift his head so that she could tie
the ribbons nice and tightly, securing it and blinding him
completely. “We’re going to play a little game,” she said,
running her gloved fingers across his face and hearing a gratifying
groan of lust, “But so we can play it properly, I’ll need to tie
you up…” For a moment Barney didn’t respond, then Maisie saw a
very direct reply as his penis seemed to stiffen even further, and
she knew she’d said the right thing, “I’m well aware that you
and your friends like those <i>lewd</i> magazines with the tied up
women… and I have a feeling you’ll like this…”</div>
<div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-indent: 0.5cm;">
She
had debated what to use, but in the end decided that Barney’s own
overly costly but ever-so-dull wardrobe would help, and had
appropriated four expensive ties – ones she had bought him as
birthday gifts, but had never been worn. Even in the long gloves,
her fingers confidently knotted ties around his ankles, then spread
his legs wide, eliciting another moan, securing the free end of each
tie around the posts at the ends of the bed – keeping his legs
spread as wide as they could go. Before Barney could get worried,
she shimmied up the bed, brushing her satin-covered breasts across
his chest and repeated the process for his wrists, spreading his arms
too so that her strong husband was tied to the bed, helplessly in her
power. Smiling at the ease of it all, she knelt between his legs,
looking down at him, “Well… I guess we can start playing now,”
she said, running her gloved hands over his inner thighs, “Although
I guess I should have told you the rules. The game is pretty simple -
I tell you what I’m going to do, then I do it.. and then you do
anything I ask!”</div>
<div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-indent: 0.5cm;">
“Hell,
I like the sound of that!” Barney blurted, thrusting up his hips
towards her hands, “But how about you let me…” He didn’t get
any further – her hands pulled away, then one of them came down
hard, smacking the base of his turgid penis which quivered, but
didn’t soften, “Jesus!”</div>
<div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-indent: 0.5cm;">
“Didn’t
you listen, dear?” Maisie pretended innocence, “Gosh – well, I
don’t think I’ll repeat myself – you’ll pick it up as we go.”
She went back to stroking his thighs, marvelling at the slowly
fading red mark she’d left on his manhood, then gradually moved her
hands up until her satin-covered fingertips were just brushing his
testicles with each movement. “Now, I’m going to tease you,
Barney Strickland, but you’re definitely not going to get what I
know you want…”</div>
<div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-indent: 0.5cm;">
Ignoring
half-grunted protests, Maisie slowly wrapped her gloved hands around
her husband’s iron-hard penis, twining her fingers together, her
thumbs both on the underside of his shaft, just below the head. With
a grin, she began to stroke her hands up and down, rubbing her thumbs
firmly across the head of his swollen penis each time her hands moved
up, marvelling at just how erect he was as she treated him like this.
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<div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-indent: 0.5cm;">
After a minute of this teasing, she dropped her left hand to cup his
heavy balls, weighing them in her palm for a moment then squeezing
gently, closing her thumb and forefinger on that hand around the base
of his cock while his testicles still rested in her palm; all the
while her right hand was stroking up and down. Every few strokes,
Maisie let the thumb of her right hand glide over his cock head and
press gently against the opening at the tip of his manhood, enjoying
the whimper of pleasure this elicited from her bound husband.</div>
<div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-indent: 0.5cm;">
“Where
the hell did you learn how to do this?” Barney gasped, trying to
push his hips up, but Maisie’s thumb and forefinger tightened
around the base of his cock and balls, keeping him in place, “You
sure never did this before!”</div>
<div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-indent: 0.5cm;">
Ignoring
Barney’s question, Maisie left the bed for a moment, hearing a
delicious whimper from her bound husband. She picked up an
ivory-handled blusher brush from her cosmetics kit, returning to knee
between Barney’s spread legs, lowering the expensive and soft
sable-bristled brush until she could lightly touch it against his
testicles, smiling at the effect it had, his penis quivering with
anticipation as she slowly rubbed the brush up and down the length of
him, careful not to touch the glistening fluids slowly seeping from
the swollen head of his cock. Barely able to speak, Barney just
gasped wordless noises that were probably either obscenities or pleas
for Maisie to finish him off – but she had no such plans.</div>
<div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-indent: 0.5cm;">
Ten
long minutes under the brush and his entire cock was a dark angry
red, as swollen as it had ever been, Maisie carefully controlling the
brush, tracing small spirals around his cock and balls, not touching
him for too long in any one spot. “You like being teased a lot
more than you like just sticking it in me and pounding away, don’t
you?” she whispered, lightly trailing the edge of her fringed satin
shawl across his manhood, “You didn’t get this excited any
Saturday night that I can remember..”</div>
<div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-indent: 0.5cm;">
“Oh
god honey, I love this!” he managed to gasp, “you’re a dream,
Maisie!”</div>
<div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-indent: 0.5cm;">
“Well
either we can continue, for as long as I want…..” she smiled at
his gasp, “or we can finish right here. But if we finish, then it
won’t happen again and you’ll always think back to how long it
could have lasted….” She slowly reached down, cupping his heavy
balls in her left hand, “Now, finish? Or go on?”</div>
<div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-indent: 0.5cm;">
She
could see his brow furrow as he tried to think straight, her light
touch on his balls too distracting. Like all men, he’d just want
to finish and to spurt his load… but the idea of this going on, and
his previously demure wife doing even more? She knew he wouldn’t be
able to resist.</div>
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“Don’t
stop! Please don’t stop!” His groaned assent was all she needed,
and he almost sobbed as she took her hand off him. “What are you
doing?”</div>
<div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-indent: 0.5cm;">
“Trust
me,” she said, bringing a few more items to the bed, “I am going
to tease you for much longer than you can possibly imagine. Now
Barney,” She paused, once more resting her fingertips against his
balls, “Why don’t you tell me about how you're stealing money
from work…. And the one hundred thousand dollars in your desk….?”
She closed her hand around his balls, squeezing hard until he cried
out.</div>
<div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-indent: 0.5cm;">
As
she expected, his cock went instantly limp, even after all the
teasing…. His previously red face went pale and she saw muscles in
his arms and legs stand out as he tried to break free. But her time
in the Girl Guides hadn’t been wasted – the knots were tight and
held him fast, “What the hell? What are you doing? Let go of me,
Maisie!”</div>
<div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-indent: 0.5cm;">
“Oh
dear,” she laughed, “Was that not quite what you wanted? This is
the price you’re going to pay for not telling your wife the whole
story!” Keeping her hand closed tightly around his painful balls,
and ignoring his struggling, Maisie picked up the most expensive item
she’d ordered. She’d given measurements from memory, so hoped
that it fit… although too small would hardly be her problem. A
heavy steel ring, hinged in the middle so it could open, was the
first part of it, and she lifted his balls, snapping the cold metal
ring shut around the base of his penis and behind his balls.
Ignoring Barney’s panicked cries and the struggles as he tried to
escape the bondage, the second piece of the device was rapidly fitted
to him. Maisie hadn’t quite understood how it would work, but now
that she was placing it over him, it all made sense. The second piece
had a sturdy steel ring at the bottom end, which slid down over his
penis until it rested where his shaft met his balls. This ring was
the base for a slightly curved four inch long steel cage, which his
flaccid penis easily slid into, filling the space neatly. Three
narrow steel rods protruded from the base ring and slid into matching
holes in the ring that the cage was attached to. To secure two of
these rods in place, Maisie used tiny screws and a specialised
screwdriver that had been sent with the device while the third rod
had a hollow portion near the end which she slipped a small brass
padlock through. Once she clicked the lock shut, there was no way to
remove the cage and Barney was trapped, his cries growing louder as
he felt the firm steel surrounding his cock.</div>
<div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-indent: 0.5cm;">
“This
is a chastity cage,” Maisie explained, patting the cold steel with
his manhood inside, “I’ve been told that the padlock is
impossible to pick, and the screws use a special screwdriver which I
am going to hide away. Cutting through the steel would be somewhat
awkward given what’s inside it, I’m sure you’ll agree. From
now on Barney, I am going to be in charge here. You can guess, I’m
sure, that your physical pleasures will be even more tightly
constrained,” She giggled at the pun, tapping the padlock, “But
the small cage should keep you nicely frustrated. I will do my
utmost to arouse you, darling, and I’m sure you’ll hate me for
it. From now on, however, you are going to do what I say, and live
as I want you to live. If you try to fight me, or overpower me – I
guarantee that I will never tell you where the key to the padlock is.
And I am going to leave now to put the screwdriver somewhere safe,
since we won’t need it for a while…”</div>
<div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-indent: 0.5cm;">
She
could hear his howls of protest as she left the room, smiling to
herself as she concealed the screwdriver, then slowly returned,
letting him shout himself hoarse as he struggled in the bonds,
feeling the cold steel against him. Maisie stood next to the bed,
watching him struggle, the mask covering his eyes, then eventually
spoke “Stop all that thrashing around; you’re making a terrible
mess of the bed and it really won’t help.” Coolly, she went on.
“From now on, you’re under my control – try to remember that
and things might not be so bad. Not only did you commit a major
felony, you did something far worse too: You didn’t tell me, your
own wife!”</div>
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“Please baby, just take this goddam lock off me!” Barney begged,
struggling against his bonds, still unable to see from under the
sleep mask, “We can share the money, or take it back! Anything!”</div>
<div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-indent: 0.5cm;">
Running
the fingers of one gloved hand across his balls, stroking his heavy,
hot flesh, she marvelled as even in this panicked state Barney’s
manhood twitched, but then reached the limits of the metal cage.
His cries of frustration and pain were just what she wanted, and she
continued, her voice firm and low. “I’ve thought about what to do
to you, and I think it’ll be quite the lesson for you. It will
last as long as I choose, and any disobedience will be punished,
however minor.” She looked over to the wall, looking back at the
bed, putting one heeled foot up against the wall coquettishly, though
Barney couldn’t see her pose. “Since we started stepping out at
school, to our wedding day, and every day since, you’ve tried to
control me Barney Strickland. You tell me where I can go, what I
can do, and what I can wear. Gosh, even though wearing lingerie like
this got you ever-so hot, I had to buy it myself!”</div>
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“Jesus
if all you want is some new clothes, I can do that!” Barney yelped
and stopped speaking as Maisie strode across the floor, slapping her
hand down across his inner thigh with a loud smacking sound.</div>
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“Do
you think I wanted to wait until each Saturday night for you to take
two minutes to make love to me, then to fall asleep next to me before
I’d even got what I wanted? No Barney, things are going to be
very, very different now. You’ll probably hate it, but I can still
go to the police. Just remember that no matter how bad it gets –
you’re not in prison.”</div>
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Maisie
carefully lay down on the bed beside Barney, hooking her right leg
over his bound one, caressing his bare chest, “So, how about we
have a little chat? Don’t you dare lie to me now, Barney
Strickland. I’ve always been able to tell when you were lying.”</div>
<div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-indent: 0.5cm;">
“The
truth baby,” Barney gasped, terrified at this situation he had
ended up in, “Nothing but the truth from her on out!”</div>
<div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-indent: 0.5cm;">
“You
liked seeing me dressed like this, like some kind of high class
tramp?” She kissed his cheek, stroking her fingers from his
nipples down to his navel and back up.</div>
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“Sure
Maisie! You looked like a dream!”</div>
<div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-indent: 0.5cm;">
“And
you liked it when I tied you to the bed and teased you, didn’t
you?”</div>
<div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-indent: 0.5cm;">
“Well
I... Jesus!” He swore as she pinched his nipples hard, knowing he
shouldn’t have hesitated, “Sure Maisie! I liked it, I loved it!”</div>
<div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-indent: 0.5cm;">
“And
you like making me wear nice dresses, perfect makeup, petticoats,
stockings, high heeled shoes and loved that I have a nice slim
corseted waist – even if the dresses are terribly expensive and
difficult to care for, the makeup takes half my morning, the
petticoats rustle constantly and brush my skin all the time, the
stockings ladder and run in a moment and are hell to keep straight,
the shoes hurt my feet and the corset is constantly too tight and
means I can’t bend freely?”</div>
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Barney
paused, then as her fingers lowered and tightly started to grip his
testicles he hurriedly said, “Sorry Maisie but yeah, you know all
that is true! I’m a guy! What can I say? All guys are like that!”</div>
<div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-indent: 0.5cm;">
Maisie
grinned, caressing his caged manhood, pressing her gloved fingertips
through gaps in the metal as best she could, then stroking his
testicles again softly, watching as his penis started to swell then
pressed against the cage, making Barney groan with horror at his
situation, “That’s precisely the problem. All guys are like
that. I’ve had a little time to think this over, and it all
seemed pretty clear. If I want you to change, that’s not going to
happen. Guys are like that, you said it yourself. Unless, of
course, I make you into a woman.” She laughed at his sudden intake
of breath, “I’m going to keep you in pretty dresses, expensive
lingerie and teach you to live like a perfectly obedient girl. And
if you happen to follow my every command and obey my every whim, well
– all the better for me, isn’t it?”</div>
<div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-indent: 0.5cm;">
“Like
hell!” Barney shouted, his face reddening and muscles standing out
in his arms, the ties holding him in place starting to fray
alarmingly, “You do not get to lock my… to lock me up like this
and then tell me I’m going to wear a goddamn dress!”</div>
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First up, <b>Strip Tees</b> - another Kinky Cassie story - this time she's on the golf course!<br />
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When her husband suggests making a game of golf into a kinky adventure,
Cassie leaps at the opportunity. Humiliating herself on the golf course
for three strangers and her husband Paul, Cassie loves every minute as
she is exposed outdoors and then pleasured by three men at the same
time, whilst her husband watches!<br />
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A 5,780 word story with humiliation, exposure, spanking and group sex. The most exciting game of golf you'll ever read about!<br />
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The second new story is <b>Tie Me Up Buttercup</b> - my first foray into a story about the supernatural, in this case - a beautiful (and kinky) fairy girl!<br />
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Out walking in the woods, nineteen year old Amy falls asleep in a
clearing only to be awoken by a beautiful naked fairy called Buttercup.<br />
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Telling
Amy that she made the mistake of falling asleep in a fairy ring and is
now hers to play with, Buttercup restrains the girl, then forces Amy to
pleasure her, and finally brings Amy to the best orgasm that she has
ever had!<br />
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A 4,957 word story with hot lesbian fairy domination and sex!<br />
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The afternoon was warm, and she found the rock surprisingly
comfortable as she lay down, curling up and resting her head on her
arm. Lulled by the peace of the clearing, Amy had only really
intended to completely relax for a time, but she found herself
drifting slowly into sleep.</div>
<div align="LEFT" class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-indent: 0.5cm;">
“<span style="font-weight: normal;">Wake up, sleepyhead!” The
voice was female, bright and perky, and sounded like someone trying
to hold back laughter, “You don't want to sleep the whole day
away!” Amy jerked awake, not sure if she had dreamed the voice,
blinking and then opening her eyes properly to see bright green eyes
looking into hers. “You're awake! Great, I was worried you might
not wake up at all!”</span></div>
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Amy pushed herself upright, wondering who had found her in the woods,
then gasped, pulling her legs up to her chest, a hand to her mouth.
“Who... who the hell are you?” She paused, looking at the woman
who had awoken her, not able to fully process what she was seeing.
“What the hell are you? Am I still asleep?”</div>
<div align="LEFT" class="western" style="font-weight: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-indent: 0.5cm;">
Perched on the edge of the rock, squatting facing her, was a woman,
but not a woman like any Amy had ever seen. She was very pale, with
bright green eyes that were the colour of a grassy field and long
straw-blonde hair. She was stark naked, only her squatting position
with knees drawn up, her hands resting on her calves hiding her
breasts and sex from Amy. But what had made Amy gasp were the large
shimmering translucent purple and blue butterfly wings lazily beating
in the air behind the woman. “You're not asleep,” said the woman
with a bright smile, “And I'm a fairy. My name's Buttercup
Starshine, what's yours?”</div>
<div align="LEFT" class="western" style="font-weight: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-indent: 0.5cm;">
The woman's tone was so matter-of-fact that Amy couldn't help but
respond. “I'm Amy, nice to meet you. Wait... Buttercup? Fairy?
I am so dreaming!”</div>
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Buttercup smiled, standing upright, arching her back and raising
herself onto her tiptoes, showing off small pert breasts with dark
pink nipples and a glimpse of her pussy between her legs, then jumped
into the air, somersaulting and then hanging in front of Amy in
mid-air, her wings silently beating. The sight of the fairy, who was
a similar height to Amy, seemingly hovering, took Amy's breath way.
“You're not dreaming, I told you that!” Buttercup moved a
little closer, her face inches away from Amy's, her eyes sparkling,
“But you were sleeping until I woke you! This is my home, and you
were kind of trespassing!” With a grin, she patted Amy's cheek,
her slim fingers warm and soft. “But it's okay! I like you, so I
won't be too mean!”</div>
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Confused and slightly scared, hoping that this was all a dream, Amy
stood up, stepping off the rock and backing away from Buttercup,
towards the edge of the clearing. “Look, this is a little weird
for me,” Amy said, “I think I have to go now...”</div>
<div align="LEFT" class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-indent: 0.5cm;">
“<span style="font-weight: normal;">No, that's not how it works,”
Buttercup said, flitting through the air, twisting and turning,
exposing a perfect body as she did so, smooth skin catching the
sunlight. “You came here, you fell asleep. Do they not still tell
stories about what happens to people who do that?” Landing on the
ground, she took the Amy's trembling hands in hers, then gave a slow
smile. “What happens is that the bad fairies take them away, and
keep them.” She laughed happily, “But do I look like a bad
fairy or the good kind, who grants wishes?”</span></div>
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“<span style="font-weight: normal;">Uh, I guess the good kind..”
Amy said, her hands gripped firmly by the fairy, “I mean, you're
not that scary...”</span></div>
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Letting go of Amy's hands, Buttercup pointed towards the rock, “Then
sit back down, Amy. I have something to tell you.” Amy slowly
walked back to the rock, then sat down, hugging her knees, looking
over at Buttercup, who slowly rose into the air. “Amy,” said the
fairy with a grin, “There are no good fairies. We're all bad.
Terribly, terribly bad. And you fell asleep here, so you're all
mine!”</div>
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Before Amy could react, Buttercup snapped her fingers and with a soft
creaking sound, tree roots twisted up out of the ground and slid over
the rock, wrapping around Amy's wrists. Crying out with sudden fear,
Amy wrenched at the wooden bonds holding her, but the roots held her
firmly, the bark scraping against her skin as she tugged and tried to
pull herself free. With a slow remorseless movement, the roots
pulled her arms towards opposite corners of the rock, pulling her
down onto her back, her arms spread wide over her head.
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Amy squealed, kicking her legs in the air as Buttercup leaped up and
hovered over her, smiling down, looking down at her. “Oh dear, is
this not how you wanted to spend your afternoon?” As Buttercup
snapped her fingers again, two more roots snaked up from the ground,
twining around Amy's ankles, forcing them apart and tugging her legs
down against the stone, so that she was held spread-eagled, flat on
her back. Any gasped for breath, terrified at what was happening to
her, and at the strange fairy girl hovering in the air above her.
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<div align="LEFT" class="western" style="font-weight: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-indent: 0.5cm;">
Buttercup floated down, until Amy could feel the fairy's naked body
brushing against her through her clothes. “Now I've got you just
where I want you,” said Buttercup happily, her fingers stroking
Amy's face gently, then hooking under the edge of her velvet top and
tearing it from Amy's body with a sudden jerk. As the fabric tore,
Amy cried out, wrenching at the roots holding her in place with all
her strength, but the wood simply creaked a little and didn't budge.
“Bye bye clothes!” Buttercup's perkiness was maddening as she
threw the shreds of Amy's corset top to the ground, yanking Amy's
lace bra away next, exposing her large breasts and making Amy blush
with shame even as she trembled with fear.
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<div align="LEFT" class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-indent: 0.5cm;">
“<span style="font-weight: normal;">Please stop!” Amy begged,
frantically try to free herself, to end the nightmare of humiliation,
“I just want to go home!”</span></div>
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“<span style="font-weight: normal;">You can't just click your heels
together,” laughed Buttercup, tearing the fabric of Amy's skirt,
then shredding her plain black panties, exposing her completely,
“There's no escaping me, Amy!” Trapped by the unyielding roots,
stripped of her dignity as well as her clothing, Amy sobbed, tears
trickling down from her eyes, splashing onto the stone. Buttercup
ignored her protests, pulling Amy's boots off, then her socks,
leaving Amy completely nude, the warm sun playing across her
quivering body. “Well, don't you look nice now?” Buttercup
floated over her, idly turning in mid-air, reaching down and tracing
a finger down from Amy's chin, between her full breasts, across her
stomach, stopping an inch below her navel, Amy's flesh trembling at
her touch. “And aren't you a pretty one? Do you like girls, or
are you boring and straight?”</span></div>
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Amy whimpered, held tightly by the roots, feeling Buttercup's finger
lightly pressing against the soft flesh of her stomach. “I'm
straight!” she protested, “I'm not into women!” She had never
been interested in girls, and although she'd experimented, it had
never gone further than some kissing and a fumbled caress through
clothing. Now, trapped naked with the strange nude fairy girl
floating above her, her skin was covered in goosebumps in horror at
what might happen next.
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Buttercup sank lower in the air, her nipples brushing against Amy's,
then slid her hand up, running her fingertips across Amy's breasts
and gently pinching her left nipple. “Oh, that's such a shame, but
there's a first time for everything...” Amy closed her eyes,
trying to pretend that this wasn't happening, hoping that she would
wake up, but Buttercup started to caress her breasts with both hands,
sharp fingernails digging into Amy's soft flesh for a moment, then
returning to circling gently. As Buttercup's fingers closed around
her large nipples, Amy yelped with shock and humiliation, the fairy's
fingers pinching them firmly for a moment, then gently twisting with
her fingers and rubbing her thumb against the sensitive tips of Amy's
nipples.
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On the other hand, I've just put up a brand new story called Deep And Hard that is rather less kinky than my other ones, but is still packed with 5,587 words of sizzling hot Middle Eastern spice! <br />
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On a covert mission in the Middle East, US Special Forces soldier Jack
Hunter is ordered to take shelter with a beautiful informant to avoid
militia patrols.<br />
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Overcome with desire for his muscular American body, the beautiful
Karima demands that Hunter pleasures her, and he is only too happy to
oblige, over and over again!<br />
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Turning on the shower, he stepped under the warm spray and started to
clean himself, grateful to soap the sand off his face and body. As
the shower ran, he heard the soft noise of the door opening and
turned, starting to reach for his weapons, then saw it was Karima.
Smiling, she motioned him to stay where he was. “You maybe need
help?” Her voice was husky, and he could see the desire in her
brown eyes. With a smooth motion, she tugged the tunic top over her
head, exposing beautiful gleaming olive skin, and perfect full
breasts with dark brown nipples. Unzipping her jeans, she tugged
them down her long legs, pulling her pink panties down with them,
standing nude in front of him. “You like me, Sergeant Jack
Hunter?”</div>
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“<span style="font-weight: normal;">Oh, I like you,” he replied,
throat suddenly dry, cock stiffening as he stood under the shower,
“but we shouldn't...”</span></div>
<div align="LEFT" class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-indent: 0.5cm;">
“<span style="font-weight: normal;">Shut up,” she ordered,
stepping into the shower with him, the water cascading over her body,
running down between her breasts and over her shaved sex. Putting
her arms under Hunter's, she laid her palms flat against the tiled
wall, leaning her slim body against his well-built frame, her nipples
brushing his chest, kissing him gently, her lips so soft against his.
His cock swelling to a full erection between them, brushing against
her stomach, Hunter put his arms around her, holding her tightly and
kissing her hard as the shower poured over them. Looking up into his
eyes, Karima smiled, “You don't mind that I am not blonde American
girl?” As she spoke, she slid a wet hand between them, stroking
his cock, running her fingers down the shaft, cradling his balls.</span></div>
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Running his hands through her damp black hair, holding her head close
so he could kiss her, his tongue pressing into her mouth for a
moment, he lowered his hands to her back, closing his eyes as her wet
fingers stroked his rigid cock. “I don't mind at all,” he said,
opening his eyes to see her smile, “But this is dangerous.”</div>
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Letting go of his cock for a moment, Karima picked up a bar of soap,
then started to rub it gently over his throbbing flesh, making him
moan as the soap gently slid over his shaft. “Dangerous things are
fun,” she said, wrapping her hands around his soapy cock, the bar
of soap between her hands and his thick shaft, stroking up and down,
thick suds dripping down to the drain, the feeling of soft soap and
her hands against him driving him wild. Hunter closed his eyes,
enjoying the sensations as her thumbs slipped over his cock, rubbing
gently over the head, the soap sliding across the underside of his
cock, pressing gently against his balls then slipping the length of
his shaft. Fully erect, he groaned with pleasure as her soapy
fingers caressed his balls, gently squeezing them then stroking his
cock more firmly, working her thumbs over the the head of his cock.
Hunter gritted his teeth as she teased the head of his cock, and saw
her smiling up at him, a wicked smile on her lips as she dropped the
soap, sliding both soap-slick hands over his hard rod, firmly
masturbating him, the very tip of his cock bumping against her
stomach as she finished each long slow stroke of his manhood.</div>
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He took hold of her bottom, fingers pressing into her buttocks,
pulling her close and bending to kiss her breasts as she arched her
back to present them to him, her hands still slipping over his cock,
the soap fallen to the floor of the shower and forgotten, her
fingertips teasing his balls for a moment, then caressing the head of
his cock, running lightly across the very tip then returning to
stroking his stiff shaft up and down.
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Taking charge, Hunter turned, not letting go of Karima, pushing her
back against the tiled wall, then lifted her a little, strong arms
around her, hands on her ass, her feet off the floor. Smiling down,
Karima wrapped her legs around his body, closing her eyes as the
muscles in Hunter's arms bulged and he lowered her slightly so that
the tip of his cock brushed against her pussy. With a grunt, he
lowered her just a few more inches and the head of his cock slipped
inside her intimate centre, caught in her moist heat. Karima moaned,
squeezing her legs around him, her arms wrapped around his shoulders,
kissing him hard as he let her sink further onto his cock, her back
against the tiled wall, the water still cascading over them.
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With his eight inches inside Karima's hot pussy, Hunter pushed her
against the wall, pressing himself even deeper into her, and heard
her groan happily even as her tongue slid into his mouth. Reaching
out, she fumbled and turned off the shower, water dripping from the
two of them as he bent his knees slightly, then straightened, his
cock sliding out of her slick sex a few inches then driving back
inside, forcing a gasp from her throat. Holding her tightly, he
started to rhythmically thrust inside her, pressing her back against
the tiled wall with each movement of his hips, muscles standing out
on his legs and arms as he held her in place.</div>Fiona Florencehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16337213238907729996noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5321867171270769985.post-60543031551016969402012-01-21T03:16:00.000-08:002012-01-21T03:16:42.805-08:00What are your plans for this weekend? If you don't have any, and are all alone, maybe you should spend it reading two red hot and kinky new short stories of mine!<br />
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If you're interested in them, the AllRomance and Bookstrand links below each book have nice juicy excerpts to tease you! <br />
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<b>Paying The Bill</b> is is about a previously closeted sissy crossdresser, Tom, who finds himself submitting
to Michael, the assertive owner of an expensive restaurant. Arriving
with sissy lingerie under his male clothes, Michael is ordered to dress
as a Felicity, his sissy french maid alter ego, then is punished, teased and finally pleasured by his
handsome Mediterranean master.<br /><br />It's wickedly kinky 4,675 word tale of crossdessing, spanking, and a strong man using a submissive sissy for his own pleasure.<br />
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You can find it at <a href="http://www.amazon.com/Paying-The-Bill-ebook/dp/B00701DPUY/" target="_blank">Amazon</a>, <a href="https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/125073" target="_blank">Smashwords</a>, <a href="https://www.allromanceebooks.com/product-payingthebill-673496-144.html" target="_blank">AllRomance</a> and <a href="http://www.bookstrand.com/paying-the-bill" target="_blank">Bookstrand</a>.<br />
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<b><br />The Locksmith</b> is the first story in my Kinky Cassie series. Paul and Cassie are happily married, and love nothing more than extremely kinky games. Cassie adores humiliation, teasing and the threat of exposure; and her husband Paul is more than happy to give her strict orders and push her limits in order to give her wicked new thrills!<br />
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After an evening of being denied an orgasm in a crowded restaurant,
Cassie has little idea that her next challenge will be a new kind of
submission for her!<br />
<br />Obeying her husband's orders over the phone, she ends up
lying on her bed almost naked, trapped in humiliating and inescapable bondage, and at the
mercy of a locksmith who can't control his desire for her! And she
loves every moment, like the kinky minx that she is!<br />
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The Locksmith is just over 6000 words of sheer kinky and humiliation pleasure for poor Cassie.<br />
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You can find it at <a href="http://www.amazon.com/The-Locksmith-Kinky-Cassie-ebook/dp/B00703225Q/" target="_blank">Amazon</a>, <a href="https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/125075" target="_blank">Smashwords</a>, <a href="https://www.allromanceebooks.com/product-thelocksmith-673497-144.html" target="_blank">AllRomance</a> and <a href="http://www.bookstrand.com/the-locksmith" target="_blank">Bookstrand</a>.<br />
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Look out for more Kinky Cassie adventures soon! How can a game of golf be kinky and exciting? You'll find out next weekend when I hopefully put up the next Cassie story!<br />
<br />Fiona Florencehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16337213238907729996noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5321867171270769985.post-63533146014855884462012-01-18T14:39:00.000-08:002012-01-18T14:39:33.554-08:00Ooh, more distribution!<br />
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As well as <a href="https://www.smashwords.com/profile/view/fionaflorence" target="_blank">Smashwords</a>, <a href="http://www.amazon.com/-/e/B006XX3LUY">Amazon.com</a> and <a href="http://www.amazon.co.uk/Fiona-Florence/e/B006XX3LUY/">Amazon.co.uk</a>, you can also now buy my books at <a href="http://www.allromanceebooks.com/storeSearch.html?searchBy=author&qString=Fiona+Florence">AllRomance</a> and <a href="http://www.bookstrand.com/fiona-florence">Bookstrand</a>!Fiona Florencehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16337213238907729996noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5321867171270769985.post-89613357165808520882012-01-16T09:27:00.000-08:002012-01-16T09:27:53.587-08:00It's still cold out....but it's nice and hot in here!<br />
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Another story up and it's a naughty one!<br />
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"When lonely Sally pretends to be a naughty nineteen year old online and promises a real life meeting to an assertive man, this thirty seven year old divorced mother is left with no choice but to put on her daughter's old school uniform and take her punishment (and pleasure!) like a good girl when the man arrives at her home.<br /><br />This 4800 word short story contains spanking, sex and a humiliated mature woman learning the joys of submission to a strong man."<br />
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Available on <a href="https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/123626" target="_blank">Smashwords</a> currently, and I'll update with a link to Amazon once it's up.<br />
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Just to tease you, there's a short little excerpt below the jump.<br />
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“...So
you see, I just wanted people to chat to, and so I used the photo...
You can understand, right?” Sally was sitting on a chair in her
lounge, facing Robert who was leaning back on the couch, still
looking slightly astonished at her story. Sally was sitting with her
knees pressed together, not wanting to flash her panties in the tiny
skirt, biting her lower lip and looking at him hopefully.</div>
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After
a few moments silence, making Sally wait and get even more nervous,
he smiled slightly, then leaned forwards. “I suppose I can see why
you did it, but I was rather expecting to get here and, what was it
you said, oh yes, I was expecting to get a hot blow job right inside
the front door. Remember saying that?”</div>
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Sally
blushed, remembering the message she had sent saying how she loved to
give her fictional boyfriend blow jobs with her back pressed to the
front door. She nodded and answered in a low voice, almost too
embarrassed to speak. “We can still do that, I mean, if you want to
with me.”</div>
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Looking
thoughtful, Robert leaned back, stretching his legs out. “Well, you
look rather good, in that cute little uniform you barely fit into.
But I think you deserve to be punished for lying to me.”</div>
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Her
thighs pressed together, Sally felt a heat rising inside, realising
that he did want her after all. “Oh yes Robert, I think I deserve
that too!”</div>
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“You
can call me Sir,” he said with a smile, “Now stand up, and turn
around slowly so I can get a look at you.” Blushing deep crimson,
Sally stood up from her chair, tugging the skirt down to try and make
it a little more modest, but with no success. Hands by her sides,
she slowly turned on the spot, letting Robert look her over. “Does
it feel good, dressing like a schoolgirl slut?” His question was
abrupt, his eyes on her as she turned to face him.</div>
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“Yes,
it does,” she said softly, fingers nervously clutching at the hem
of her skirt.</div>
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“You
can call me Sir,” he said, smiling up at her, “Now, I think it's
time for your punishment, isn't it? Come closer, stand next to me.”</div>
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Sally
took a step closer to the couch, standing next to where Robert sat,
looking down at him, wondering what was going to happen. “Yes sir,”
she said, then gasped as he reached up, pulling her down so that she
fell across his knees, her toes just barely on the floor to one side
of him, face towards the floor on the other, putting her hands down
against the carpet to steady herself. “What are you doing?” she
gasped, “Stop that!”</div>
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“What
are you doing SIR,” he said coolly, running his hands over her bare
thighs, “That's what you should have said.”</div>
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“What
are you doing Sir?” Sally said, trembling as his strong hands
touched her skin. Lying across his knees, she knew that the short
skirt would not cover the curves of her bottom and her lace panties,
he would have a perfect view of her bottom. As his hands slipped
further up her thighs, to the soft swell of her buttocks, she closed
her eyes, giving a little moan of humiliated pleasure, amazed at the
heat rising inside her. If he kept touching her like this, she would
soon be wet between her legs.</div>
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Without
answering, Robert caressed her bottom through the lace panties, then
pushed the short skirt up, completely exposing her. Ignoring the
soft gasp of shame that this caused, he continued stroking her, his
fingers running across her upper thighs and buttocks, then without a
word, he slowly shifted his left hand to rest in the small of Sally's
back, then brought his right hand up, and let it fall hard across her
buttocks, the smacking sound loud in Sally's lounge. She yelped in
pain, struggling as she lay across his knees, but the firm hand on
her back kept her in place as Robert started spanking her pantied
bottom, making her squeal with every stroke of his hand.</div>
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“Stop!
Stop! Please Sir!” Sally cried out desperately, not having
expected this kind of discipline, “Why are you doing that? This
isn't what I wanted!”</div>
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Spanking
her between each word, Robert slowly responded with deliberate calm.
“This isn't what I wanted either, Sally. I wanted a bratty
nineteen year old, but instead I got you. Now, I'm still going to
have fun with you, but you need to be taught a lesson first.”</div>
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<br />Fiona Florencehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16337213238907729996noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5321867171270769985.post-5817169542026018612012-01-15T08:57:00.000-08:002012-01-15T15:29:32.864-08:00A free taster short storyIt's a terribly cold day here in Scotland, so what better way to warm up than with a hot little story?<br />
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The title, Wedding Night Tease, gives a pretty good idea of what it might involve, I suspect! It's quite short, and so I decided to offer it for free, to give people a taste of what my longer stories would be like. Though it's short, it's still very kinky, and very fun!<br />
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You can find it on <a href="https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/123208" target="_blank">Smashwords</a> and download it to your ebook reader or PC, or you can read it below the <i>read more</i> jump at the bottom of this very post!<br />
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Unfortunately I can't offer it on Amazon for free if it's published anywhere else, but don't worry Kindle users, I've got a few ideas kicking around that will turn up in a free story just for you soon!<br />
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Enjoy!<br />
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<span style="font-family: Times New Roman,serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b>Wedding
Night Tease</b></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times New Roman,serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b>by
Fiona Florence</b></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times New Roman,serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Tied
down, wearing white silk stockings and a tight steel-boned ivory
satin corset, bright red lipstick carefully applied to his mouth,
Peter couldn't help but squeal against the hand pressed to his lips
as his wife's other hand traced a path up his inner thigh to rest
against his shaven testicles, squeezing gently. "I hope you're
going to be good this time," said Shona, letting her fingers
run up the length of his penis, teasing the quivering flesh with the
light touch of her fingertips, "because I don't want a mess all
over me like last time when you spurted over my face before I gave
you permission."</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times New Roman,serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Peter
wriggled, lipsticked mouth held closed by his wife's hand, then
closed his eyes as Shona slowly closed her cool right hand around his
penis, starting to stroke up and down firmly, keeping a tight grip on
his flesh, her fingers curled around him. </span></span>
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<span style="font-family: Times New Roman,serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"But
this is what you love most, isn't it?" Shona whispered, her
breath hot in Peter's ear, "The teasing before the actual
climax?" </span></span>
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<span style="font-family: Times New Roman,serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Eight
hours ago, Peter and Shona had been standing in church, reciting
their wedding vows, declaring their love for each other. Of course,
Peter had been wearing a suit at that point, and Shona a pure white
wedding gown. After the ceremony and reception had finished and they
had made their way to the hotel room, Peter had stripped Shona of the
rustling satin dress and the bridal lingerie she wore underneath,
leaving her standing nude in front of him with a pile of white satin and lace
clothes around her feet, long red hair cascading in soft waves to her
shoulders in contrast to her pale skin. Once she was naked, her
entire personality seemed to change, and the giggling bride had
become a dominant ice queen, slapping Peter's face and her voice hard
and low in the luxurious hotel room.</span></span></div>
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“<span style="font-family: Times New Roman,serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Well,
now that we're alone, I think it's time to properly consummate this
marriage, don't you agree?” Peter whimpered, having known this was
coming and been alternately excited and scared throughout the day.
Since their first night together, he had known that Shona was
dominant in the bedroom, and she had mixed pleasure and domination
every time they slept together. Sometimes he was required to take a
firm spanking over her knee before being allowed to touch her, or to
bring her to orgasm with his mouth repeatedly before she would
consent to touch him. Over and over, she had insisted on her
pleasure being more important, and he had agreed to it each time,
since he could not help but enjoy the control she had over him. When
he had proposed to her, just over a year previously, she had
explained that she was happy to marry him, but if they did she would
take complete control of him. Consumed with desire for her, Peter
had said he was happy with that, but never asked any questions about
what form this control would take.</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times New Roman,serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Now,
on their wedding night, she ignored his whimpering, she ordered him
to remove his clothes then stand facing the wall, and he hurried to
comply. When his face was pressed to the wall, he felt her breath
on the back of his neck, a light kiss brushing against him, then he
yelped as a firm hand slapped his bottom. Though he was humiliated,
as always, by this treatment, his cock was hard and pressed between
his body and the wall. As soon as Shona started to boss him around,
he couldn't help but be wildly aroused. “Sometimes I think you
don't understand just how much effort I put in to look gorgeous for
you,” Shona said thoughtfully, “And now seems like the perfect
time to teach you a lesson in that regard.”</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times New Roman,serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Peter
heard the rustle of fabric, then he felt cool satin against his body.
“I like that you're so slim,” she whispered in his ear, “It
means my lovely bridal lingerie will just about fit you.”</span></span></div>
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“<span style="font-family: Times New Roman,serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Shona,
I don't think I...” He broke off as she reached between his legs
and squeezed his balls firmly, making him cry out in pain.</span></span></div>
<div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-indent: 0.5cm;">
“<span style="font-family: Times New Roman,serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Don't
be silly, I don't care what you think,” she said with a giggle,
“This is about what I want, and what you </span></span><span style="font-family: Times New Roman,serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><i>need.</i></span></span><span style="font-family: Times New Roman,serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-style: normal;">”
Glancing to his side, Peter saw that Shona was holding the
steel-boned ivory satin corset that she had worn beneath her wedding
dress. Noticing his glance, she smiled sweetly, then pulled the
corset around his waist, wrapping the satin foundation garment around
him, the corset fastening at the front, tight against his skin, but
not uncomfortably so. “Now, I think it's time to tighten this
delightful corset. I had a bridesmaid to do it for me, but you've
just got me, I'm afraid!”</span></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times New Roman,serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">With skilled
fingers, Shona started to tighten the laces of the corset, working
from top to bottom, using firm tugs on the long laces to gradually
transform Peter's body into the kind of hourglass shape that he liked
to see on women. Face pressed to the wall, Peter was breathing hard,
fighting for breath with the unfamiliar sensation of his waist being
constricted, the corset compressing his entire stomach and sides.
The corset had six dangling garter straps, each one ending in a cold
metal clasp that dangled against his thighs. It took long minutes
for Shona to tighten the corset to her liking, but when she finally
tied the laces in a large bow, Peter felt like he could barely
breathe, panting in shallow gaps. </span></span>
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“<span style="font-family: Times New Roman,serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-style: normal;">There
we go,” Shona said brightly, “You look much prettier like that!”
Running her hands over her husband's corseted waist, she gently
kissed his bare shoulders. “I've wanted to put you in lingerie for
so long, darling, but I felt it was the kind of thing to keep for a
special occasion.” Her hands slid down to his thighs, gently
caressing his well-muscled legs. “I absolutely adore the effect
all the cycling you do has on your legs. I am so jealous of how good
they look, but I think my stockings will make them look even more
beautiful.” </span></span></span>
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<span style="font-family: Times New Roman,serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Peter did not dare
move as his new wife moved away, and he heard her searching through
the pile of her discarded clothes, then the soft rustle as she picked
up her worn silk stockings. “Lift your left foot, sweetheart,”
she said, and as he did so she slid the soft sheer stocking over his
foot and up to his ankle, smoothing the thin fabric against his skin,
then slowly sliding it all the way up his leg, her hands pressing
down and ensuring the silk was flat against his skin, the wide lace
top of the stocking stretched around his upper thigh. Ignoring the
quivering of Peter's erection as her fingers brushed his inner thigh,
Shona fastened the three clasps of the dangling garters to the
stocking, holding it in place, the sheer white fabric encasing his
leg.</span></span></div>
<div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-indent: 0.5cm;">
“<span style="font-family: Times New Roman,serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-style: normal;">Now
your right foot,” she said, giving his bottom a playful slap, “I
think you'll like how stockings feel.” Lifting his right foot, he
wriggled the toes of his left and had to admit that it was a
strangely exciting sensation, the silk so soft and teasing against
him, the lace top and garter straps tight against his thigh. Shona
slid the other stocking up his right leg, fastening the garters, then
reached between his legs once more, caressing his balls. “Do you
feel pretty, Peter?”</span></span></span></div>
<div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-indent: 0.5cm;">
“<span style="font-family: Times New Roman,serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-style: normal;">Yes
Mistress,” he moaned as she stroked him, knowing better than to
object, “Thank you Mistress.”</span></span></span></div>
<div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-indent: 0.5cm;">
“<span style="font-family: Times New Roman,serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-style: normal;">Good,
that's what I hoped you would say. Now, why don't you go lie on the
bed, on your back. Spread-eagled, with your arms and legs nice and
wide apart.”</span></span></span></div>
<div class="western" style="font-style: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-indent: 0.5cm;">
<span style="font-family: Times New Roman,serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">When he was lying on
the bed as ordered, corseted and in her stockings, she knelt on the
bed beside him, completely nude, red hair hanging half across her
face, her perfect breasts so close to him but he did not dare reach
up to touch them. “Some lipstick for your naughty little mouth.”
She showed him a tube of glossy red lipstick, removing the cap and
then leaning over him, her nipples brushing his bare chest and making
him moan softly as she applied the lipstick to his mouth. The
lipstick tasted faintly of fruit and plastic, and when Shona put the
lipstick down, she was smiling at him. “You have very feminine
lips, Peter. I never really noticed that before, but with a little
make up, you could be a very lovely girl.”</span></span></div>
<div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-indent: 0.5cm;">
<span style="font-family: Times New Roman,serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Tossing
the lipstick to one side, she reached into one of the drawers beside
the bed and Peter heard the familiar rattle of metal against metal,
glancing down and seeing that she had retrieved four white leather
cuffs with metal fastenings and long straps attached. He recognised
them, since he had bought them several years ago, and had spent long
hours restrained by the unyielding leather. “When I booked the
hotel, I visited the bridal suite first to make sure the bed was one
I could tie you to,” Shona said, shifting position so she could
reach Peter's ankles, “Since I could hardly ask the hotel staff
about that, now could I?”</span></span></div>
<div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-indent: 0.5cm;">
<span style="font-family: Times New Roman,serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">With
practised ease, she buckled the wide cuffs around each ankle, then
looped the straps around the posts at the bottom corners of the bed,
so that Peter's stockinged legs were held were held wide apart.
Climbing up, kneeling with her legs either side of his corseted
waist, she leaned over him to secure his wrists to the top corners of
the bed. As she did so, her breasts hung over his face and he
whimpered, wanting to be able to reach up and embrace his wife, to
make love to her normally and without the restraints and punishment
for once, but he knew that would never happen, and that deep down he
did not want anything so vanilla.</span></span></div>
<div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-indent: 0.5cm;">
<span style="font-family: Times New Roman,serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Once
he was restrained, Shona wriggled on the bed until her nude body was
pressed against his, maddeningly close and warm against him, then
laid one hand over his mouth, the other slowly curling around his
throbbing cock. “I could spend a whole night with you like this,
desperate and restrained.” He knew she was telling the truth, long
slow teasing was what she enjoyed most, and sometimes he spent hours
on the edge of orgasm, her cruelly teasing hands torturing him with
pleasure.</span></span></div>
<div align="CENTER" class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-indent: 0.5cm;">
<span style="font-family: Times New Roman,serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">~~~</span></span></div>
<div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-indent: 0.5cm;">
<span style="font-family: Times New Roman,serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Moaning,
pressing his tongue against Shona's hand with desperate need, Peter
felt the hand around his penis tighten, then start to move faster,
and he began to buck his hips up and down, the corset around his
waist not helping as he fought for breath, all of his thoughts
centred around the movements of the firm hand clutched around him,
every movement bringing him closer to orgasm. "This is what
you really want, isn't it?" she whispered in his ear, the
movements of her hand slowing to a drawn out teasing torment as he
felt a dull heat spreading through him, knowing just how close he was
to a climax, "you love it when I do this to you, control you
like this..." Shona laughed, digging her fingernails the tender
taut flesh of his throbbing erection, "A few little movements,
and you'll make a terrible mess everywhere, then it'll all be over...
But right now, it could last forever."</span></span></div>
<div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-indent: 0.5cm;">
<span style="font-family: Times New Roman,serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Taking
her hand off Peter's mouth, Shona wriggled down the bed, flicking her
head to move her hair out of her face then ducked her head down,
taking Peter's penis into the hot wetness of her mouth. As Peter
groaned with pleasure, Shona carefully sank down, until her lips were
near the base of Peter's shaft, face buried in her husband's crotch.
She stayed there, not moving her mouth, but keeping her tongue
sliding around Peter's sensitive penis just enough to keep it hard
and to keep him on edge, ready to climax with just that little bit
more stimulation, which it was fast becoming clear he wasn't going to
get, not soon.</span></span></div>
<div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-indent: 0.5cm;">
<span style="font-family: Times New Roman,serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Two
hours later, Peter was gasping for breath, still corseted, sweat
standing out on his forehead as Shona's fingers traced little
patterns over his testicles, fluttering across the base of his
still-erect penis, and he whimpered as her fingernails brushed his
tingling inner thighs. There had been the gently scratching lace of
her panties wrapped around his erection, the soft silk of her slip
being gently dragged back and forth across the sensitive head of his
penis , the torture of her sharp fingernails leaving little crescent
shaped marks, and the endless teasing, keeping him erect and
desperate the entire time. "I suppose we could make a deal,"
said Shona thoughtfully, dragging one fingertip lightly up the length
of one of the veins standing out on his frantically quivering
erection., "I'll give you the best orgasm of your life, if you
beg me to control your orgasms from now on. And, truth be told, I
think you like being controlled that way..." She leaned down,
giving the very tip of him a quick cat-like lick of her tongue and
grinned at the hard groan this elicited. "Was that a yes?"
</span></span>
</div>
<div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-indent: 0.5cm;">
<span style="font-family: Times New Roman,serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">What
choice did he have? Teased for hours, right on the verge of orgasm
for so long, and as Shona said, he did like it. There was no answer
other than the words, "Yes Mistress," which he
half-groaned, “Please control my orgasms from now on.”</span></span></div>
<div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-indent: 0.5cm;">
<span style="font-family: Times New Roman,serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"I
think it's right to wear this, given the control I'm going to have
over you," she said, having kept him hard with brief touches
while dressing, slipping back into her wedding dress, but with no
underwear, the satin sliding on over her bare skin. Shona soon knelt
back on the bed, white satin pooled around her, veil hanging over her
face, a smile visible through the sheer tulle. In the white satin
dress, the brocade of the bodice sparkling and long white satin
gloves up to her shoulders she looked like a beautiful dream,
kneeling between his forcibly parted legs, teasing his now-crimson
flesh to a massive, almost painful, hardness with her satin-gloved
hands. "I can't even imagine how good this is going to feel,
you must be ready to burst." </span></span>
</div>
<div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-indent: 0.5cm;">
<span style="font-family: Times New Roman,serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">As
she started to slide her hands up and down, one gloved hand cupping
his scrotum, the other stroking his quivering iron-hard shaft, Peter
felt like he was going to erupt, a hot and terrible pressure of
pleasure building up. "Please," he gasped, biting his lower
lip and tasting the sharp artificial plastic taste of the lipstick,
"Please, slow down, Mistress.. I.. I can't stop myself.. Please
make it last."</span></span></div>
<div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-indent: 0.5cm;">
<span style="font-family: Times New Roman,serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">With
a laugh, Shona wrapped both satin-gloved hands around his shaft,
firmly pumping his flesh up and down and it took only moments until,
with a harsh cry of pleasure, Peter came, bucking in his restraints,
hips raised up off the bed as his cock throbbed, his semen spurting
out and spilling over Shona's gloves, so much more than usual, as if
he was emptying himself completely after her incessant teasing.
Smiling at his helpless groans, Shona gripped him firmly, milking the
last of his orgasm out, her gloves ruined and covered in sticky cum,
dress rustling as she leaned over him. "Such a good little
slut," she whispered through the veil, "But such a mess. I
think we'll have to make sure you're not messy like that again..."</span></span></div>
<div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-indent: 0.5cm;">
<span style="font-family: Times New Roman,serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Peeling
off the sticky gloves, Shona used them to clean the mess of Peter's
cum from his twitching body, throwing the gloves aside, then lifting
her veil, a wicked grin on her face. "You should be careful
what you wish for, sweetheart," she said in a low voice, lifting
a terrible, horribly recognisable object from a bedside drawer, </span></span>
</div>
<div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-indent: 0.5cm;">
<span style="font-family: Times New Roman,serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"Because
as you asked, I'm going to control your orgasms. This is a chastity
device. Once it goes on, I will own your poor cock." The
chastity device was a clear, hard acrylic cage device that would fit
around his cock, with a large ring to fit around his testicles his
testicles and the base of his balls. Peter had seen pictures of them
on the internet, and always secretly been glad that, until now, Shona
had never seemed to be interested in using them on him.</span></span></div>
<div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-indent: 0.5cm;">
<span style="font-family: Times New Roman,serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">As
she started to fit it to his softening penis, Peter whimpered, a soft
wordless animal noise, that ended with "Please...?"
Shaking her head in wordless response, Shona pushed his near-flaccid
cock through the ring, manipulating his emptied balls through as well
so that the ring was pressed against his body, genitals dangling
through it, then slid the clear cage over his cock, clicking parts of
the device together with a little snapping sound, then all too
quickly it was in place, around his so recently pleasured flesh, the
cage over his cock secured to the ring that was tightly lodged around
the base of his cock and behind his balls. He looked down his body,
and saw a gleaming brass padlock snap shut, whimpering and knowing
that he would probably never be allowed to touch the key to the
padlock himself</span></span></div>
<div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-indent: 0.5cm;">
<span style="font-family: Times New Roman,serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"You
like being teased, my darling," his wife and Mistress said, "And
it's going to be a long time before you get anything other than
teasing.... If you're good, I'll let you out in a year.. But from
then, you're going to do absolutely everything I want, in and out of
the bedroom.”</span></span></div>
<div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-indent: 0.5cm;">
<span style="font-family: Times New Roman,serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">With
a whimper, Peter realised he was trapped, utterly, the unforgiving
plastic and cold metal padlock keeping him locked away until his
Mistress relented, completely under her control.</span></span></div>Fiona Florencehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16337213238907729996noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5321867171270769985.post-11725423111633287072012-01-14T10:01:00.000-08:002012-01-14T19:32:11.979-08:00Hooray, fetch the champagne!And that's my first two short stories published!<br />
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Well, self-published, anyway! <br />
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I will update the links to places where they can be purchased as necessary, and here are a few details to tease you along with the links where they are currently available:<br />
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<b>Sin Skin </b>- <span itemprop="description">Wearing a futuristic bodysuit that gives
the wearer perfect feminine curves, Natasha is a crossdresser who loves
teasing and flirting with men.
However, she finds that she flirted with the wrong man and has to hide
her secret when a strict police Sergeant sends his men out to find her,
to teach Natasha a lesson and make her submit to his pleasure.
Short story with crossdresser/male rough action</span><br />
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<span itemprop="description"><a href="https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/122806" target="_blank">Sample or buy on Smashwords</a> </span><br />
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<span itemprop="description"><a href="http://www.amazon.co.uk/Sin-Skin-ebook/dp/B006XHTBOU/" target="_blank">Sample or buy on Amazon for Kindle</a> </span><br />
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<b>Birthday Submission</b> - David is a closeted shy nineteen year old sissy crossdresser. When he
encounters a Mistress on the internet, she leads him on a journey of
submission that plunges him into a journey beyond his wildest fantasies.
His online Mistress humiliates him more and more as "Danielle",
leading him to the ultimate subjugation when they finally meet.
A more lengthy short story with solo and sissy/male action.<br />
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<a href="https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/122740" target="_blank">Sample or buy on Smashwords</a><br />
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<a href="http://www.amazon.co.uk/Birthday-Submission-ebook/dp/B006XG90J2/" target="_blank">Sample or buy on Amazon for Kindle</a><br />
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Both stories have the themes of a certain reluctance on the part of a
relatively inexperienced crossdresser, and strange new feelings being awoken in
them by someone else, not necessarily entirely willingly at first.<br />
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Hope you enjoy them! <br />
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<span itemprop="description"></span>Fiona Florencehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16337213238907729996noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5321867171270769985.post-4376991103212038532012-01-13T19:12:00.000-08:002012-01-14T19:35:01.741-08:00IntroductionsHi, welcome to my blog!<br />
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I'm Fiona Florence, this is my blog, and it is (going to be, anyway!) a blog about my wickedly kinky fiction, which I rather hope you enjoy!<br />
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A little about me, so that we're properly introduced: I'm twentysomething (a gentleman never asks and a lady never tells!) and I work for a respectable law firm in Scotland. I sit at a desk all day looking terribly prim and proper (some might even say shy and demure) doing my best not to reveal that inside my head is a positive whirl of wickedly kinky fantasy and terrible, terrible thoughts that I only let escape when I get home and start writing. Blessed with a vivid imagination and a fast typing speed, writing erotic fiction for the internet seemed like a plan that was both fun and creative!<br />
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My absolute favourite kinky topic is the humiliation of men, particularly sissy crossdressers who love to wear layers of satin, lace and frills then have to submit to strong women or other men. My stories are mostly going to be around this idea since it's what gets me hot and bothered, and I hope it does the same for you. Please let me know if you like my stories - I will update here once they are published and with random thoughts as and when!<br />
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xxx<br />
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