| Author: | Paul Zante | ISBN: | 9781301561483 |
| Publisher: | Paul Zante | Publication: | February 1, 2014 |
| Imprint: | Language: | English |
| Author: | Paul Zante |
| ISBN: | 9781301561483 |
| Publisher: | Paul Zante |
| Publication: | February 1, 2014 |
| Imprint: | |
| Language: | English |
Sissy Dreams: College Girl -
My heels clicked loudly along the empty corridor, my short plaid skirt bounced against my pert cheeks and upper thighs. The College Principal had requested I see her in her office; but why after everyone else had gone home?
Was I due to be disciplined for something? I was sure my grades were doing fine. Was it the last essay I’d handed in? Then a thought came to me and I felt a chill in my exposed mid-riff. Did she know my secret? The one I kept hidden deep in my black cotton panties?
Sissy Dreams: Prostitute -
The sound of running came up the stairs. My Wife! She was early! Too early! I was shocked into immobility in my dress and stilettos. What could I do? She appeared in the doorway and screamed at the sight of me.
The next thing I know is that I’m handcuffed with a leash around my neck and forced by a latex dominatrix to earn back the money I’ve wasted on female clothes in the most humiliating way possible.
Sissy Dreams: Sally's T.o.t.M. -
My mistress took her feminization of me seriously: in addition to the hormones, she made me endure a Time of the Month which coincided with hers. I think it was a sort of retribution – why should I be allowed to feel gorgeously feminine all the time and she couldn’t? The only bright spot was that she unlocked me from my chastity cage the evening before and I was allowed an orgasm. After that I had to wear ugly, itchy, uncomfortable, heavy, sweaty clothes until she told me otherwise.
But this time was different because she brought home two guests – Danielle and her mistress, Paula. Was I going to be allowed an orgasm this month? My confusion increased when she told me Danielle was going to be my lesbian lover!
My heels clicked loudly along the empty corridor, my short plaid skirt bounced against my pert cheeks and upper thighs. The College Principal had requested I see her in her office; but why after everyone else had gone home?
Was I due to be disciplined for something? I was sure my grades were doing fine. Was it the last essay I’d handed in? Then a thought came to me and I felt a chill in my exposed mid-riff. Did she know my secret? The one I kept hidden deep in my black cotton panties?
Sissy Dreams: Prostitute -
The sound of running came up the stairs. My Wife! She was early! Too early! I was shocked into immobility in my dress and stilettos. What could I do? She appeared in the doorway and screamed at the sight of me.
The next thing I know is that I’m handcuffed with a leash around my neck and forced by a latex dominatrix to earn back the money I’ve wasted on female clothes in the most humiliating way possible.
Sissy Dreams: Sally's T.o.t.M. -
My mistress took her feminization of me seriously: in addition to the hormones, she made me endure a Time of the Month which coincided with hers. I think it was a sort of retribution – why should I be allowed to feel gorgeously feminine all the time and she couldn’t? The only bright spot was that she unlocked me from my chastity cage the evening before and I was allowed an orgasm. After that I had to wear ugly, itchy, uncomfortable, heavy, sweaty clothes until she told me otherwise.
But this time was different because she brought home two guests – Danielle and her mistress, Paula. Was I going to be allowed an orgasm this month? My confusion increased when she told me Danielle was going to be my lesbian lover!
Sissy Dreams: College Girl -
My heels clicked loudly along the empty corridor, my short plaid skirt bounced against my pert cheeks and upper thighs. The College Principal had requested I see her in her office; but why after everyone else had gone home?
Was I due to be disciplined for something? I was sure my grades were doing fine. Was it the last essay I’d handed in? Then a thought came to me and I felt a chill in my exposed mid-riff. Did she know my secret? The one I kept hidden deep in my black cotton panties?
Sissy Dreams: Prostitute -
The sound of running came up the stairs. My Wife! She was early! Too early! I was shocked into immobility in my dress and stilettos. What could I do? She appeared in the doorway and screamed at the sight of me.
The next thing I know is that I’m handcuffed with a leash around my neck and forced by a latex dominatrix to earn back the money I’ve wasted on female clothes in the most humiliating way possible.
Sissy Dreams: Sally's T.o.t.M. -
My mistress took her feminization of me seriously: in addition to the hormones, she made me endure a Time of the Month which coincided with hers. I think it was a sort of retribution – why should I be allowed to feel gorgeously feminine all the time and she couldn’t? The only bright spot was that she unlocked me from my chastity cage the evening before and I was allowed an orgasm. After that I had to wear ugly, itchy, uncomfortable, heavy, sweaty clothes until she told me otherwise.
But this time was different because she brought home two guests – Danielle and her mistress, Paula. Was I going to be allowed an orgasm this month? My confusion increased when she told me Danielle was going to be my lesbian lover!
My heels clicked loudly along the empty corridor, my short plaid skirt bounced against my pert cheeks and upper thighs. The College Principal had requested I see her in her office; but why after everyone else had gone home?
Was I due to be disciplined for something? I was sure my grades were doing fine. Was it the last essay I’d handed in? Then a thought came to me and I felt a chill in my exposed mid-riff. Did she know my secret? The one I kept hidden deep in my black cotton panties?
Sissy Dreams: Prostitute -
The sound of running came up the stairs. My Wife! She was early! Too early! I was shocked into immobility in my dress and stilettos. What could I do? She appeared in the doorway and screamed at the sight of me.
The next thing I know is that I’m handcuffed with a leash around my neck and forced by a latex dominatrix to earn back the money I’ve wasted on female clothes in the most humiliating way possible.
Sissy Dreams: Sally's T.o.t.M. -
My mistress took her feminization of me seriously: in addition to the hormones, she made me endure a Time of the Month which coincided with hers. I think it was a sort of retribution – why should I be allowed to feel gorgeously feminine all the time and she couldn’t? The only bright spot was that she unlocked me from my chastity cage the evening before and I was allowed an orgasm. After that I had to wear ugly, itchy, uncomfortable, heavy, sweaty clothes until she told me otherwise.
But this time was different because she brought home two guests – Danielle and her mistress, Paula. Was I going to be allowed an orgasm this month? My confusion increased when she told me Danielle was going to be my lesbian lover!
