They were certainly an unusual trio. The First – because She is always the First! – Was The Magnificent Mysterious Mesmerizing Mistress Marquesa de Sade, our Heroine, dressed in a long black, low cut, form fitting, curve-clinging dress. Her perfect face, matchless form and unusual grace turned heads as they walked into the Fetish Ball. Read more…
Tag: Crossdress
“MADAME MARLA’S LINGERIE STORE” said the large illuminated sign hanging over the store front. Brett thought this was worth a look. He liked lingerie on his girlfriend, so why not? He liked to buy her new things to wear every so often to turn him on. And she was only too happy to oblige! This was a new store to him and he hoped to find lots of new tantalizing, and if he was really lucky tasty, treasures there! Read more…
- Author name:
- timmy
- Publish date:
- July 9th, 2013
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Jerry had shopped – or was it ‘shoplifted’ – in the department store several times in the last week. He had taken watches, jewelry and other small items but this time he was going to steal a complete dress suit. He carefully picked the right size as his eyes checked for sales clerks. He didn’t want to be interrupted.
He unconsciously listened to the droning canned music from the speakers in the ceiling. He had noticed, every time be was in the store, a low, barely audible tone mixed in with the sappy music. He made a mental note to complain to the management – the next time he wasn’t stealing, that is. He laughed to himself that “he might never get such an opportunity.” Read more…
- Author name:
- pauline
- Publish date:
- July 1st, 2013
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I sat in the darkness pondering my experiences of the last few months. I never would have dreamed that I would find myself in this situation and yet I loved this plight. No, it was stronger than that; I actually cherished my current life situation.
It seemed to have all started so innocently and what seemed like so long ago. Read more…
- Author name:
- jarod whitestaff
- Publish date:
- June 19th, 2013
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I am kneeling before Mistress Sumurumus. With my left hand I caress, stroke, massage, knead, pinch, and stimulate in any other ways I can think of the skin, the muscles, the tendons, the ligaments, and the nerves residing in Her feet and legs. Her pedicure is exquisite. Her skin is exceptionally soft and oh so smooth. Everything pertaining to Her fascinating feet and Her shapely stems possesses incomparable excellence. Touching my Mother-in-law this way does something for me. It gets me excited. Sumurumus is such an exciting Woman. I am getting more and more aroused. She is the most arousing and ladylike Ladyship. It is getting me hot. It is really getting me off. My dominant hand is occupied. I am not used to using my right hand. My left hand must continue to maintain physical contact with The Shapeliest of Sirens, Sumurumus. I start to touch myself. I see my Mistress smile. I hear the peals of Her wicked and wonderful laughter. Why is She laughing at me? Is She pleased? Is She only savouring my humiliation, and/or the effortless ease with which She has effectively exercised Her ability to talk me into humiliating myself at Her leisure and for Her pleasure alone? (That’s not exactly true. I have never been so sexually excited in my entire lifetime.) I do not care. What I do gives Her pleasure. That is all that matters. I am enraptured when Sumurumus is happy. What is pleasant to Her is the only thing of any worth and value and consequence and importance and relevance. Read more…
