Peeping Alex

 Just a couple hours earlier Lara had been singing his boyfriend, Alex,  praises to the other girls in the locker room after volleyball practice. “He is so sweet, the other day we spent all evening walking by the park” she said, “and he is such a gentleman, he really is the whole package!”. 

The other girls laughed seeing their friend so hopelessly in love, but still they cheered her on and complimented her on her relationship as they began to change out their uniforms into something more comfortable. 

“Did someone hear that?”, asked one of the girls. Lara had heard it too, something like a metallic bang…having already gotten changed, the girls figured it maybe had come from the garden outside on the other side of the wall, but Lara wasn't so sure. With the locker room empty, she pretended to leave but stayed quietly behind the door, until she heard a metal door being opened and caught his “perfect boyfriend” Alex walking out the locker he had just been using as cover to peep at the whole team. 

Lana saw red and Alex almost wet himself at the sight of his athletic girlfriend jumping on him and forcing him to the ground. He tried to get away, but Lara was too strong. He was put in a chokehold and his vision faded. 

When he came back, he couldn't see anything except for a cascade of blonde hair covering his view. he tried moving, but his legs were tied by the thighs and his arms were held painfully behinds his back with rope. He managed to get the hair out of his face and was shocked no see that he was in his girlfriend’s room and that he was dressed head to toe like a blonde cheerleader. He had a long blonde wig on his head, makeup on his eyes and he had been stuffed into one of Lara’s old cheerleader uniform, he even seemed to have tiny breasts under his top! He looked like a girl in some sort of fetish costume, which terrified him. 

He tried to cry out for help, but his mouth was taped shut and it had been stuffed with some cloth. The door opened and Lara walked in, one hand on her hip. 

“Looks like the pervy sissy is awake!”, said Lara, she was furious, but what scared Alex the most was her smile, full of malice. “How do you like your new outfit? It took a long while to get it on, but by now the glue should be set by now”. 

“Hmff! hmpff!”, Alex tried to talk plead with her, but only muffled sounds came out. Lara walked up to him, shaking her head. 

“I would save that voice of yours  honey. I can't believe I used to be so proud of you, and so in love! but you just had to let your dick dictate your actions…”, she smiled, sending a chill down the feminized victim, “but it's alright, you remember John? turns our he’s been into me for a while, so I’m heading on a date with him in a while”. 

Alex protested more, but it was useless. “Oh don't worry, I got something for you too! I told Ivan that I had a kinky friend who was very interested in him, he should be here any minute…I hope he brings enough lube”. 

An with that, Lara left the room, leaving Alex to process what she had just said. He knew Ivan well, he was popular among the boys and rumor had it, his size was very impressive, borderly excessive, something which seemed Alex was about to experience first hand very soon…

Secret Admirer

 

Allen stood at the base of the stairs, terrified. He held onto the railing to support his shaking legs that were encased in tight  jeans the shaped his womanly ass, while his black top showed off his midriff and shoulders. The brush of his long brunette locks against his exposed shoulders made the sinking feeling in his stomach grow, every fiber of his  body was screaming for him to turn and run the other way as far as his high heeled boots would let him.

Allen had always been a closet crossdresser. It had started with “borrowing” items from his mother and sister when he was a teen, how he hadn't been caught was still a mystery. Then he had gotten a job and managed to move out into a tiny but respectable apartment in the middle of the city. Sure, paying rent wasn't great, but it gave Allen a taste of freedom, and that meant more time for him to spend dressed as “Amanda” . Years of experience an

d a slim body meant that Allen was able to make for a very convincing woman, but still he was too afraid to ever step outside of his apartment when in-femme. The fear of someone else who lived in the building recognizing him was too much. His caution had proved to be useful, as none of his neighbors suspected anything. Along with his crossdressing, Allen had gotten into the habit of online shopping, it was just too convenient not to use it, that of course included shopping for his secret female wardrobe; Wigs, makeup, heels, purses and skirts, he would order just one or two at a time along with a bunch of other “normal” items to avoid any unwanted questions. With so many packages coming so often, Allen thought nothing of it when an unknown box appeared on his front door one day, he figured it was probably he had ordered a while ago and just forgot about. Morning coffee still in hand, Allen took the brown box inside. It seemed weird, there was no branding and there wasn't a shipping label either. With cautious curiosity, Allen cut open the black tape and peered inside, what he saw caused him to almost pass out in shock. 

The box had a long printed list of every girly item Allen had ever purchased along with his full name, address and personal information. the receipt came attached to a picture, it had been shot through his window, some crazy pervert had been looking in through what seemed a high zoom lens and managed to capture Allen mid-dress up, with his face on display!, on the back of picture was a note written in black ink:

“Hello Allen, or should I call you Amanda? As you can see, I know what you have been using are those girly purchases you have been making, I have to say, you make a stunning babe! Since I know you don't want our little secret to be posted on all your socials, here is what you will do, you will wear the clothes in this package, shoot at least 30 sexy photos and then mail them to the address below dressed as Amanda. Make sure to follow all my directions, I will be watching, sissy” - Your secret fan. 

Allen felt like throwing up, he was being blackmailed by some insane pervert. He thought about going to the police, only to realize he would have to out himself as a closet crossdresser, and if he didnt, he would be outed as well. He looked at the bottom of the box and found his photoshoot outfit: a set of black lace lingerie and a long wig. He was fucked either way. 

Now, “Amanda” lifted one heeled foot and started to go up the stairs on her way to the post office. He still had the black lingerie underneath, another order his anonymous tormentor had left for him along the many requests of vulgar poses. He was well aware that in his purse he was carrying what equated to  even more damaging blackmail material, but what other choice did he have?. Taking another step, the clock of hs boots echoed on over the white tile, each step closer to surrendering his life to a complete maniac. A man coming down the stairs and greeted Allen, chicking his ass out before leaving. Allen cursed himself, crossdressing was meant to be like a dream,, something he did for him in order to escape his reality, but now he was trapped in what could only be considered a nightmare of his own making

Meanwhile, somewhere, his secret admirer kept a close eye on his new plaything, they were gonna have a lot of fun together going forward, especially with that ass Amanda carried.

Extended Training

 “Goddammit!” muttered Sean as he held onto the desk for support. It was the third time today he had almost fallen over thanks to the stupidly high heels he was wearing, not to mention how his short skirt often rode up his ass and exposed his bottom to everyone else in the office. Sean just felt so done with everything, but of course, he knew there was no one to blame other than himself. 

He had never intended to come off as rude or insesitive, when his female co-worker started to complain about sexual harassment in the office, he just felt her had to step in and clarify some points. 

“Women often call it sexual harassment, but I mean, if they didnt like it that much, they could just switch jobs or maybe wear something other than skirts and heels right?”, he had said, thinking himself to have been as polite as possible. Of course, the ladies of the office didnt think like his comment in the slightest. That made itself evident when Sean was called by HR, his funny comment had now put at risk his comfortable job position and the promotion he had been working for over the last year. Sean of course was outraged, but seeing as how the HR manager was a woman, he didn't want to further hurt his chances. 

“Now, Mr. Sean, outside of you tactless comments I do know you have been a very productive part of the team recently, this is why I have decided that instead of letting you go, we can try something else, a little sensitivity training”, Sean wiggled uncomfortable in his seat. He knew what the woman was referring to, it had been a new tactic developed by many companies that they used to avoid any scandals, as the mere idea of it often kept transgressors at bay. 

“2 weeks of sensitivity training with a progress review at the end should do good enough for you”, said the woman. Sean weighted his options, and while the training wasn't appealing, neither was unemployment, plus, it was only 2 weeks he reasoned, it would be over before he even knew it. 

That had been 3 months ago. 

Sean had thought that just by coming in looking slightly androgynous he could play around the system, but was quickly shot down by HR, if he was to do the sensitivity training properly he would have to look and act like a full woman in the office. That is how he ended up using a large part of his salary on office trousers and blouses along with a makeup and hair treatment at a beauty salon. By the end of the first week, Sean, or Sasha, as his co-workers had started calling him, looked like a tomboyish woman to much of his frustration. His frustration only grew at the end of the second week, when HR had deemed his performance “unsatisfactory” and extended his training a further 2 weeks. It was ridiculous, he thought, but there was nothing he could do, as the weeks rolled by, Sasha was tasked with classical secretary level tasks while HR made sure he truly dived into looking like a woman. Sadly for Sean, his nasty attitude got him an extension again while also getting him a stricter dress code: Now he was only allowed to wear heels and 3 inch pumps, as well as having a minimum hair length. When he failed to abide by those rules, his training was extended into a full 3 months. 

3 months in, Sean had long stopped bothering on changing out of his female clothes when he got home. The hassle of managing two pairs of wardrobes was just not worth it to him anymore, not to mention the hair extensions he had gotten in hopes of satisfying HR made it next to impossible to go anywhere looking as a man. His waist had cinched in noticeably thanks to wearing a corset daily which combined with his smoothed out legs made his womanly facade totally convincing, if not for one thing. In all his time dressing and acting as a cute secretary he still had not mastered walking on high heels! Such a simple thing is what had cost him his latest performance review and earned him another 3 months in training! “Sasha” was going to need to put in a lot more effort  to ensure he wouldn't falt next time. At the very least, breast augmentation surgery was always reversible, right?.

Sister's Punishment

 

Will leaned on the wall, away from the rest of the party. He tried to catch his breath but the tight corset around his waist made it difficult. His feet burned, having been stuck in high heels all day. 

Just hours earlier Will had been enjoying some chips at his house. His older sister, Alice, had brought Liz over so that they could doll eachother up before heading to some party. Will wasn’t really interested in anything besides Liz, whom he had always found attractive. Of course, being a slim guy and shorter than his sister meant that Will had never built up the courage to talk to Liz for more than a couple of minutes, yet he’d always steal glances of her when he could. Perhaps that is why, when Will was going through the laundry and found one of Liz’s bra that her sister must have thrown in too, he couldn't resist the urge to pull it closer and embrace it, it was warm and smelled just as sweet as Liz. That was when his sister burst in and caught him red handed. 

They two girls had been furious. They overpowered poor Will and sat him on a chair with his limbs strapped to it and his mouth taped shut. “You know, Alice, I think that if this sissy pervert wants my clothes so badly, he can have them!” had said Liz in a fit of rage. Will had never see the two women in such a frenzy. His sister forced him into an impossibly tight corset that threatened to break his ribs. Liz then placed the very same bra Will had been using earlier over the boy’s chest along with matching panties. The main piece of the outfit was Luz’s black latex mini-dress, which Alice put on Will after coating the inside with a generous amount of what he assumed was lubricant. Liz then did the same with a pair of latex gloves and thigh highs while Alice began working on the makeup. Will’s eyelashes turned long and wavy while the dark eyeliner gave him a sexy look. His lips were decorated with lipstick the taste of which lingered in his mouth, The girls finished their rush by slipping Will’s feet into a pair of black heels and fitting a brown wig with a pair of cat ears over his head. Will was wondering why they had also been covered in the lubricant, until he caught a glimpse of himself in the mirror: whatever aspect of his maleness had been hidden under the guise of what he could only describe as a smoking hot babe, the corset did a lot to give his frame the much needed curves of a female, while also making sure he had to speak softly and move slowly. 

“Well, aren't you a hottie?”, said Liz before spanking Will’s rear, “fortunately for you, the adhesive we used will make sure you look pretty for a long time, months at least!”. 

Will went pale, adhesive? months? He had a job and college to attend to! His horror was evident on his face, so Liz spoke up once again, “but don't worry girl, we aren't monsters”.

“If you can get through the party tonight without your cover being blown, and get a guy to bring you home, we will give you the solvent you need”, said Alice, “what do you say, ´Willow’, up to for some fun?”. 

That had been hours earlier, they had dragged a feminized Will into the car and dropped him off at some random party all alone. Trying not to stand out, Will kept mostly to himself, but the girls had made too good of a job dollying him up, because “Willow” just couldn't seem to shake off the attention of the guys. As the party progressed, everyone grew drunk and more confident, Will had already felt more than a couple guys “accidentally” grab a handful of his latex encased ass. 

The worst part was when he had been dragged to the dance floor and felt the guy grinding up against his rear, desperate not to blow his only chance of getting the solvent, Will had grinded back on the guy’s crotch, feeling the outline of his hard-on. Once the song was over he had ran away and leaned on the wall, away from the party to try and catch his breath. It was barely past 12, and he could already see a few couples starting to passionately make out. Knowing it wouldn't be long before Will was forced to mimic them, he hoped that it wouldn't go further than that, but the hungry stares of the guys combined with a couple girls getting down on their knees shattered any hope of keeping his male pride. It was going to be a very long night.

Guilty Pleasure

 

Slippery Slope

 

“Bend over”, Kyle did as told, placing his manicured hands on the wall to balance atop his high heels. He sticked out his rear, encased in tight leather pants. 

“That’s a good girl”, said the man standing besides Kyle, leash in hand. He smiled and ran a hand across Kyle’s rear before giving it a firm squeeze.

“You came all dolled up  just as I asked, you really are just a pathetic sissy”. Kyle sighed at his touch, the man’s berating words only served to rile him up even more. 

Kyle couldn’t exactly remember how he had found those sissy hypno videos, all he knew was that it turned him on like nothing else, he kept going back to them, chasing that wonderful orgasm. His girly ass and slender figure lended themselves for him to dress up in lingerie, which made his sexual release all the much intense. 

But after a while, the videos weren’t enough, even after given in a gotten a small dilo to fuck himself with, it wasn’t enough. He needed something more, more real. That’s how he found himself in chat logs, “Kyla” would stay up late, glued to the screen while ramming a dildo up his ass as a stranger on the internet told him what a filthy and pathetic sissy he was. He’d send pictures, lots of them, and each orgasm was mindbreakingly intense. He had a favorite chat, a man who knew just exactly how to tease him, how to get Kyle so on edge he’d beg him over text for release. So when Kyle got offered to meet in person, he agreed. 

The heels and leather pants had been carefully picked out by his partner, the man was so meticulous that he had even picked Kyla’s hairstyle and nail color.

The man slid his hand under Kyla’s tight attire and started to pull down on the leather pants. Kyla sighed, remembering all the promises the man had made over chat, about making Kyla into his servant, about putting him on a leash, about making sure he wouldn't be able to walk straight for a week. 

Kyla knew there was no going back to his old life after tonight, he’d forever be a sissy, a buttslut, and most importantly, another’s man conquest. 

“Are you ready, sissy?”, asked the man. 

“I’m ready” said Kyla, “I’m ready to be yours”.

Standing Up to Bullying Finale

 

Aliana felt her collar tighten as Bryan pulled back on the chain for better leverage. She purred out a low moan as Bryan pumped steadily into what he called Aliana’s “boi-pussy”. With the choking of the collar making Aliana grow hornier, she started to buck his hips back against Bryan, trying to get him to impale her boi-pussy harder, deeper. Aliana might have once felt ashamed of such acts, but that seemed like a far memory now. 

When Bryan still whored out Tim, as he insisted on calling himself back then, he had made sure that the guys only ravaged the poor boy’s mouth and throat. Tim got good at it, and so most of the guys were happy to get sucked off, feed their seed to Tim and leave it at that. But Bryan wanted more, and Tim could see the writing on the wall. One night, as Bryan layed on the sofa with Tim dolled up, bobbing his girly face up and down his shaft, Tim begged Bryan not to whore him out as an anal slut. He begged and cried all while having Bryan’s cock resting over his face. 

Surprisingly, Bryan agreed to not whore out poor Tim. That, however, would come at a very steep price. First, Tim was to move in with Bryan’s new apartment. As Tim loved alone, it only took one afternoon for all his stuff to me moved into his new home. Second, Tim was to wear a chastity cage at all times, if he didn’t, Bryan would make sure the basketball team had their own group whore. Lastly, Tim was no more, since that moment forward, he would live, look and act like Aliana, Bryan’s hot, horny and obedient girlfriend. Tim couldn’t believe it, but Bryan had him held quite literally by the balls, and so from that day her began to sink into the role of Aliana. 

He had to dropout of Uni, of work, Aliana didn’t need those things anyway, assured Bryan, instead he’d give his girlfriend a monthly allowance destined to keep Aliana as the most feminine thing anywhere “she” went. That was another doing of Bryan’s, Aliana was to call herself “she” permanently. 

She never had friends as Tim, and her relationship with her parents was rocky at best. Cutting contact with them wasn’t hard but it served to further kill what remained of Tim. Aliana’s new friends were those approved by Bryan, mostly his buddie’s girlfriends that made sure to keep Aliana up to date with the latest bedroom tricks. 

Aliana was kept on a strict diet, corset and exercise regime, one that would transform her body into Bryan’s idea of “a fuckable bod”.  That included tattoos, Aliana recalled crying herself to sleep after seeing the permanent ink on her back.  Bryan didn’t share her, not even her talented mouth, but he certainly didn’t let Aliana rest either, everyday he would leave at least three loads in her belly and at least 3 jammed up her anus. Aliana had cried the first time Bryan had popped her cherry, but with time and constantly being plugged up, she learned to manage and even enjoy it, as it as the only way she con pleasure herself and relief the pressure on her caged clitty.

Their 2 year anniversary is coming up and Aliana knows Bryan will wnat to most likely fuck he brains out. Her clitty tingles at the thought of it, desperate for release. With Bryan still thrusting from behind, she tries to focus on the pleasure, a moan escaped her lips as Bryan slaps her ass.

“That’s it, you little slut. Just waint until you get you anniversary gift, Imma enjoy fucking you new tits so much”

Aliana moaned back. Her size had already been decided, D cups. She felt Bryan hit her spot and clear cum dribble out her clitty. Aliana couldn't help but wonder what would have happened if she hadn't stood up to Bryan all that time ago, not that it matter, she has been his btich back then, she was his bitch now

Attention Seeker

Adrian had always dreamed of making it big as a streamer, however, for one reason or another he hadn’t had much luck in the whole 2 years he had been putting out content. He had tried it all, following game trends and even stupid internet challenges. Yet nothing seemed to attract the attention he needed. That’s when he noticed bath tub streams: women dressed in nothing but bikinis pulling in thousands of views. He felt cheated, but it sparked an idea, in that stream he set up a sub goal, if he was able to archive it, he’d dress up as a girl for next stream. It was a dumb idea, nothing more than a joke, but much to his surprise, he made it past the goal. That’s how he found himself badly dressed as a woman on the following stream, complete with a bath towel as a wig, it was a poor costume, but it's what made it funny. As “Adriana” made his debut, he was surprised by the sudden surge in viewership, it was hundreds more than what he had ever gotten!. Adrian was feeling on heaven, and o when the message asking “how much for a proper girl costume” he was quick to set a goal he thought unrealistic. 

It got passed within a couple hours. 

Knowing well that his streaming career would tank if he didn't hold up his promise, Adrian spent a week preparing for his “girly stream”. He shaved his face baby smooth along with his chest and legs. He got some clothes off the internet; a hoodie and a black skirt along with a face mask and neon purple wig. He even got some fake nails that matched his hair. When the day finally arrived he spent a good portion of the day getting ready, and so when the camera rolled and Adriana appeared on screen the response was nothing but ectatic. People where puring in faster than Adrian could keep up with. Sure there were some creepy comments but the adrenaline of the moment made Adrian ignore them. Then he saw it, a highlighted comment “How much for full makeup next?” that was easy, Adrian thought. He already had the clothes, so makeup shouldn't be too hard. And so another week went by and Adriana appeared on screen, this time with long lashes and rudimentary eyeshadow to go with his lipstick. Again, views surged, and again, requests were made “How much for you to wear a leash”. Okay, a bit weird…but it was just a leash, Adrian thought. Week after week, views would come in, ask Adrian to and something to his “girly stream” and he would comply, starting the cycle again. By the two month mark, Adrian had gotten good at doing his makeup and his girl voice was passable. By the third month he was able to endure having a corset for the whole stream. He’d made a risky stream in nothing but panties, bra and a leash a viewer had asked him to buy. Then came buying the breast forms to accentuate his figure. Hell, in his latest stream his chat had made him buy a dildo and get it shipped to his house on stream, a big one too.After that Adrian had received non stop requests of a video of him using siad dildo, of course, he refused. He was doing all this as a joke, a way to get viewers…but that didn’t mean he was gonna make a porn video. 

Or so he said, until he saw a massage offering a sum with so many zeros at the end he was sure it was a scam. But the viewer was legit, and after forwarding half the money, Adrian was left with in an awkward spot. 

Now, with the camera set up on a tripod, Adrian kneels on the bed, wearing nothing but white lingerie, a red choker and a chain link leash as per his viewers request. The dildo stands ominously behind him, but he decides that the faster he get this over with, the better. 

As the camera rolls, Adrian puts on a smile “Hey there, it's me your favorite streamer, Adriana” he said in his girly voice as he reached back and grabbed the dildo with one hand. “And today I’m going to demolish my boi-pussy for you” He wished the request has not included those lines, but he had to go along with it, placing the dildo beneath him, Adriana took one last breath before lowering himself and getting impaled by the thick object, he turned to the camera and let out a moan, lost in the moment, Adrian failed to realize his own erect dick sticking out his pantiesl As he kept rinding the dildo, more moans escaped his lips.

“I’m a sissy girl” he breathed, they request has not put that in the script, but it didn't hurt to add a little extra, right? “fuck, fuck!” Adrian rode the dildo up until explosive orgasm. And even then he slowly worked it in and out while laying on the bed. the camera had long stopped recording, not like it matter anyway, Adrian was sure his new video would open up a for more lucrative career path for him.   

Man of His Word

 Transcript

Chris groaned and held onto the chair for support. He brought his nylon-clad legs together and balanced himself atop his heels as he waited for the vibrator buried deep inside him to subside. 

“What’s wrong, Christa?” said a voice behind him. His wife stood in the room with her arms crossed, a pink remote held in one hand. Christ wanted to reply, but as the vibrator grew in intensity he had to bite his lip to suppress a moan. 

“If I didn’t know better, I would say you are enjoying your new toy” purred his wife. “But that can’t be, not with what you said, right?”. 

Chris knew fullwell what his wife referred to, last christmas they had gone to visit his wife’s family. One of her male cousins had bought along his husband for dinner. Chris hated the way “those people shoved their choices down out throats” as he put it. However, he had kept quiet for most of the dinner. that is, until the excessive amounts of wife loosened his lips. 

The things he had said that night had been truly horrendous, calling the couple every slur under the sun and then some more. Claiming how sick he was of “their kind” and how “anyone who likes to take it up the ass deserves to get their dick cut off”. 

After his drunken tirade, Chris had passed out. When he woke up, he didn't remember a single thing, but he did notice the chastity cage locked firmly over his groin. 

His wife made sure to inform him of what he had done the night before, and how that was more than enough grounds for divorce. However, she had decided on something else, she would give Chris the chance to prove his conviction. 

Chris of course accepted without question; as rotten as hi heart was, he still loved his wife deeply. That was his first mistake. 

His wife laid out his sentence for him: if he could endure 6 months in the cage, all would be forgiven. While 6 months was a long time, Chris was confident, he was a convicted man after all, he’d just have to tough it out for a bit. However, his wife wasn’t going to make it easy. 

First it was the underwear, she had one day thrown out all his normal pairs and replaced them with lace panties. He tried to fight it but his wife dangling the keys to his cage in front of him along with the looming shadow of divorce was enough to get him to give in. Panties became a daily thing. 

stockings and heels came next, he’d wear a thong with suspenders holding up his nylons under his work trousers only to come home, lose work attire and slip on a pair of black pumps. His wife seemed delighted to see Chris struggle to go about the house with thrown off balance. The results of Chris’ new diet didn’t show themselves until the halfway mark, he had slimmed down so much it scared him. Adding on top the corset his wife had gotten and Chris easily looked as feminine and delicate as can be. His skin has softened up and it all this time his wife hadn’t allowed him to get a haircut. When he looked in the mirror he didn't see Chris, but an attractive petite woman. His arousing reflection only served to remind him about the cage that kept him hostage. 

By the fifth month, Chris, or has his wife called him now, Christa, had used so many sick day leaves from his job that he was sure he had been fired. His day was now dedicated to housekeeping as per his wife instructions. Months of sexual frustration kept Chris constantly on edge, but he knew he could hold on, at least, until his wife brought home the vibrator. 

She paired the devilish device with a plug and some ankle cuffs to make sure Christa got to feel them with every last step he took, she’d turn on the vibrator randomly, making Chris stop in his tracks and use all his will to not orgasm. Now, with just a week remaining, Chris digged his manicured nails into the chair cushion as he felt and immense pressure building up. 

“Just one more week, Christa, one more week and you’ll be back to your old self” said his wife. 

Chris whimpered and felt his wife increase the strength of the vibrator, his knees felt weak, his head felt light. JUst one more week. The vibrator reached its max and Chris let out a high moan as a wave of ecstasy crashed over him like a tidal wave. He stood there, unable to move as his legs shook and he could feel a fluid flowing out his cage and dripping onto the floor. His wife smiled. 

“So close”, she said. Chris could barely breathe, still riding his orgasm, His wife simply sent a text on her phone; she’d make sure Chris was a man of his word, or rather, a woman. 

A Strong Friendship Part 2

 

Golden Cage

 

Standing Up to Bullying Part 2

 

Standing Up to Bullying

 

Caught in the Act