Bad Deals

 

John was a man that dealt in trades, his line of work was all about it. Normally one looks for a fair trade, but for John that was not enough, he’d often push business partners into less than ideal arrangements, knowing full well that refusal wasn't an option. Even if one managed to walk out of a deal with the devil, John made use of his powerful influence to make it next to impossible to cultivate any sort of business deals in the future. This amount of power had made John an arrogant man, the man in charge, he was the one making the rules, or at least that is how he felt. This of course didn't sit well with his secretaries, girls trying to climb the corporate ladder whom would often be offered a “deal” by John consisting of them whoring themselves in some degrading sexual act in exchange for a chance of maybe, someday, John remembering their name long enough to suggest a raise. Th complaints had piled up to the point the company couldn't cover it up any more, so they offered John a deal, he would “step down” of his position and retire to live  wealthy lifestyle while the company got rid of any bad press, it was a win-win situation

But not for John, he wouldn't be bound by anyone, much less his damn secretaries. He adamantly refused and not only that, he went on a tirade that threatened to bring down the whole business, John had to be dealt with now. 

It happened outside a bar.John was leaving somewhat angry about being just rejected by a woman. “Fuck her” he thought, failing to spot the two men coming up behind him. the last thing he saw was a rag being put over his mouth. When he came to, he was naked on the floor of some cell, in front of him was a set of lingerie. He stared confused until a voice coming from a hidden speaker addressed him: He had been taken away by some group calling themselves “The Court” and would never return to his former life. Just as he was about to start cussing out the voice the door opened and in came 3 women dressed in suits. 2 held him down and the third jabbed a needle in his arm, before leaving him alone once more

So started John’s new life, women would come, overpower him, and feminize him beyond recognition. What he would later learn were high doses of estrogen being injected daily into his system zapped him of any strength to replace it with softness and frightening curves. His thighs became plump and looked deliciously attractive while covered by his force fitted nylon stockings. His chest itched as a pair of A cup breasts budded out. No one would ever see him as a man again. After what felt like a year, maybe more, or less, he couldn't tell, his kidnappers offered him a deal: One of his old associates was looking for a trophy wife and he fit the bill, he needed some breast enlargement. If John accepted, he would be let go, sold and live a life of luxury as a classy married woman who would only need to worry about looking pretty. Compared to how he lived now, it sounded like heaven, but John was a man, the man in charge, not some toy to look pretty, and so he declined. The woman simply shook her head, as if she had expected the outcome. 

Now “Jasmine” as she is called, stood on a doorway wearing next to nothing. Legs splayed open, she leaned forward with her wrists tied together high above her head, her shoulders ached along with her feet trapped in her issued high heels but there was nothing she could do. After she had refused her bridal deal, Jasmine was put to work, that meant being whored out for money. She’d get to choose her client, but the choices didnt matter when both options were terrible, it always involved some sort of sadism, humiliation, degradation and spending the night bound, gagged, blinded and plugged. 

She heard her owner for the night walk up behind her and lay the paddle on her perky butt. She hated the paddle. 

“I will give you a choice, Jasmine dear, I can either spank that rear of yours until you cum from it, or I can fuck you raw until sunrise”, said the man. 

Jasmine felt some tears run down her cheeks, “Fuck me raw, daddy”. The man plunged deep into her as Jasmine thought about what his life would be like as a rich bride, she really wanted that deal back.

The Conquest

 

Nate had always been a bit of a feminizer, he would hit up clubs often and with some well placed jokes and a dashing smile would manage to take a girl home for the night, only to never think about them again. For him, it was more about the thrill of the chase, the conquest. Marriage seemed like something that would only get in the way what he enjoyed. He had explained so to the beauty in a red dress and heels he had been chatting up for the last couple hours. The woman had proved difficult to wow, but as she lead Nate into the hotel room, he knew he had outdone himself this time. Once inside the room, he turned around to look at his catch, but was only met by a bag over his head and a prick on the neck knocking him out cold. 

He would later learn he had been taken by a group know only as The Court, and organization that specialised in finding, kidnapping and transforming men into whores for profit. No time was wasted in starting Nate’s transformation, they’d keep him confined in a cell dressed in nothing but ill fitting lingerie, high heels and a flat cage to keep his withering manhood while force feeding him hormones along with every meal. His first surgery was one he earned for refusing to comply  with the dress code, they hard shortened his achilles tendon, making wearing anything other than 4 inch heels extremely painful. Then he got waist reduction surgery, making the ill fitting lingerie a now perfect fit over his curvy frame, as for his breasts, he was informed that his purchaser had asked for a smaller size. That night Nate had cried himself to sleep, knowing his old life was truly over. 

Now, Nora stood atop her bright red heels, she pulled a leg up to fix the seam of her stocking, knowing that her husband expected her to look perfect. She looked over the kitchen, perfectly clean and full of what surely was the dream setup of any housewife like her. “Housewife like her”, the thought echoed in her mind, seeming so correct yet so foreign at the same time. She had been delivered to her husband little more than 3 months ago, yet it felt like a lifetime. The first month hand been specially horrible as Nora found out her husband had quite the high sex drive, and he liked to be rough too. He would often slap her curvy ass while pounding it, or when he felt especially excited, he would hold what little remained of Nora’s past life between her legs and tease her about taking it away. Nora knew he wouldn't do it, he liked having a wife like her; something to represent his power, his ability to force his needs and desires over others, to shape their lives. Nora was his woman, his property, and his conquest, a toy he could do with as he pleased. Nora used to think committing her life to a single person was impossible, now, her life didn't even belong to her, yet the consequences of rebellion terrified her enough to keep her in line. 

She heard a car pulling up the driveway and took a deep breath, her husband was home, and she knew what he expected after a long day of work. With the click of her heels echoing as she walked, Nora just hoped he would be gentler this time, but there was no point. She’d take it and thank him, just like she always did. Just like he wanted.

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?.

Academic Expectations (Commission)

 David had been accepted into one of the countries most prestigious universities. It was like a dream for him as he had been given a full ride scholarship.  David left his old life to start anew at his new dorm. There he met his roommate, Mark, and together they managed to hit it off and become quick friends. Campus life was exciting as he got to hang out with the cool guys who were all model students,, but most surprising of all was the amount of gorgeous girls walking around campus and how flirty they all seemed to be, David was in high heaven. It was all going well right until midterm season rolled in, David had spent so much time enjoying his new campus life that he had forgotten why he was there to begin with. The school was very demanding so failure meant that David’s full ride was going to be cut short and get him kicked out.  Thankfully the university had been willing to offer David a second chance, as David sat down in the Dean’s office, he got offered to be part of a special program the school had designed especially for students falling below expectations, one that was meant to make the campus life easier for them while ensuring that the school morale remained high. Of course, David agreed without even bothering to read the paperwork in front of him.

However, as soon as David had signed the necessary paperwork he knew something was amiss, his hands looked tiny and delicate and his arms were smooth, rid of any hair. Long strands of hair fell covered his vision like a curtain as he placed his feminine hands over his face, feeling his skin smooth out, his nose shrink and his lips puff out.  Pressure built on his chest as two perky breasts spouted out. His waist pulled in and his ass expanded to girly proportions while his legs became longer and lost all their hair. Then, Gavid felt a tug over his groin and a sudden void between his legs. David remained seated for a moment still confused and trying to catch her breath.

“Now, Daphne, it's time you go and keep your roommate in high spirits, he is the school’s pride and i'm sure he needs to relieve some stress”, said the Dean

David spoke in his new girly voice and stood up, “Yessir! I will make him like, so happy” the new girl bit her lip as a heat grew between her legs. David panicked as he saw and heard his body move on its own, he tried to but he just couldn't get back in control, instead, he began thinking about how good Mark looked, how it would feel to have him on top while she spread her legs, about his thick rod entering her…by the time Daphne made it back to the dorm, she was already on her knees, begging to have a cock in her throat. That night Daphne learned what it felt to be creampied, but it stil wasn't enough, whatever the Dean had done to Daphne had made it so that the new girl only seemed to grow hornier and hornier, so it wasn't long before she went out and started visiting other dorms and assisting other guys in “letting out some steam”. Daphne would suck and fuck anywhere, be it the library, a dorm, frat party or even a lone classroom, she was the go-to slut for every guy looking for a god time

Now with the school year coming to an end, Daphne rides Mark’s cock like her life depends on it. Mark was set for another year of full ride scholarship thanks to his grades. David has agreed to be part of the special program until the end of the year, but thanks to Daphne’s great performance she had just earned a full ride scholarship inside the program. David tried to protest somewhere inside Daphne’s mind, but the feeling of another orgasm quickly washed those worries away. She was sure to keep up the school morale for a long time. 

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.

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

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

 

Couple Goals

 

Standing Up to Bullying

 

A Strong Friendship

 

Caught in the Act