You do not find fictional stories about sexual acts, bondage, domination, body piercing or other sexual material to be offensive or objectionable. Come on, lie down" she told me. We started with the normal foreplay, kissing and undressing eachother. But when we were both naked, she suddenly stood up and said "now turn over" in a commanding voice. I did as I was told, slightly turned on by being told what to do. I felt her stroke up and down my legs, before spreading my cheeks and squirting lube onto by anus. As she did so she slowly massaged my anus with a finger, before slipping it in gently. At first my anus resisted, but there was enough lube that it slipped in easily enough. She started to finger me rhythmically before slipping a second finger in and upping the pace. You really think I have not noticed before? My pants going missing from the laundry or suddenly appearing on the top of the basket," She continues. "I even kept those on for an extra day for you, you know?" But there’s still a long way to go, which is why we’re grateful for each new trans narrative that enters the canon — particularly in the form of fiction, an obviously massive category in which trans authors have long been excluded from the mainstream. Charming yet incisive YA like Kacen Callender’s Felix Ever After and Aiden Thomas’s Cemetery Boys are setting trends and redefining expectations for YA readers and writers everywhere. Meanwhile literary novels like Binnie’s Nevada are a breath of fresh air in a convention-bound genre, shedding light on the trans experience while remaining accessible and entertaining to cis readers as well. Where can you read more stories by trans authors? I told him to get on his hands and knees and face the wall. I massaged him through the silk for a minute as I readied a tube of lubricant, then drew down his shorts. With lubricant on both hands I reached between his legs and stroked him intensely. While one hand continued to nurse his erection my other spread lubricant around the delicate entrance to his bottom.

He cried out for me to stop but whether it was my continued stroking or the effect of the sexy lingerie he stayed in the same position, accepting his role as a passive sex object. I didn’t know what to think when she returned empty handed, but she didn’t give me much time to think about it because she stood right in front of me and started to take off her clothes as well. After slipping off her high heels she slipped her hands under her dress and skillfully pushed her pantyhose down off of her legs. His shame was all-consuming but I refused to be embarrassed for him. My primary feeling was annoyance. "Come on then," I said. I took him to my bedroom and told him to take off his clothes, although I was so impatient that I took most of them off him myself. It wasn’t that she was tired of me or the life we had created for ourselves, it was more that she wanted to be in control.You are going to be my own sissy slave, pet, and a toy," she continues while she walks to her bed and sits on it to watch me but her clothes on. I feel embarrassed again, but at the same time, weirdly aroused by the new turn of events. I’m glad you think I’m a sexy.” I said meekly, then added. “And I love it when you tell me what to do.” She smiled when she heard me say that. Not yet," she says and suddenly pulls the vibrator out from my ass. I yelp from the slight pain again and can again feel my face get red from embarrassment. She couldn’t think of a better demonstration of my submissiveness then to be bending over while I held my dress or skirt up around my hips so that she could spank my now defenseless ass cheeks, unless it was what she was planning on doing to me. I began to lose my train of thought as I found my rhythm. I looked down at his pitiful body and felt pulses of pleasure as tears rolled down his crimson cheeks. I squealed and heard him squealing too, his face contorting as he lost his fight to control his orgasm. My own orgasm rolled in waves. I threw myself forward and embraced him till the intensity subsided.

Once she had I eagerly slipped my feet into the waistband and then pulled it up into place. The lacy hem came to just above mid-thigh. “Oh you look so sexy in my bra, nylons, panties and slip!” She said softly. “So sexy you make me wet. My little sissy makes my pussy wet when he does what I tell him to do!” She said in an athoritative voice. Now, we will take some photos to make sure that you will remember who owns you," Julie explains to me and takes her phone. Do as I say, or I will keep going," she says and slaps me again, harder this time. I can't but obey. Like many women of my age I have a sense of resignation about my prospects of finding a life partner. Unlike some, I believe that I have found something more satisfying.He was sitting on the bed, so I took the shorts and laid them on his lap, squeezing him and kissing him again. She had been thinking about those times when she had taken the dominate role and after a bit of thinking she started to realize just how easy it was for her to get me to submit to her. Something is missing," Julie suddenly says and pushes me away again. I follow her with my eyes as she walks to her wardrobe and starts to go through it. The presence of stories or links to stories do not in any shape or form reflect any endorsement or any kind of opinion about the work to which it links. The lacy straps settled on his shoulders as I tugged down the silky bodice. "Now you'll let me take care of everything."

She released her grip, then raised up slightgly. When she lowered herself down I felt her hard knee start to flatten them under it. Once again I was doubled up from the way she was abusing my balls. His arms, already tired from holding himself up for so long, flailed uselessly as he alternately tried to lash out and push himself upwards. With his struggles over, I slid the shorts smoothly over his thighs and drew them with both hands under his bottom till the elasticated waistband snapped into place. I turned my attention to the camisole. I can always remember what you looked like right now, because your never going to look this masculine again!” She added as she pulled my face tightly aginst her wet crotch. The stories posted here have all reached certain standards of readability and content. I focus on collecting stories that involve humiliation of a young, feminine submissive by a dominant male. As a rule, all the stories posted here are X rated, but they involve more than straightforward non-consensual sex. Instead, these stories will pay attention to the emotional and psychological humiliation of the submissive. More often than not, there is a training or feminization scenario through which the sub learns to submit to and please "real men".Sure enough, my lover learnt that letting go completely made his penetration smoother and he sighed in resignation. You're making this really awkward," I say. "Why don't you give me a proper reason, like you're insecure about your masculinity? Hmm? Or uncomfortable with your sexuality?" Don't get your hopes up. Daddy's not done training his slave yet. I told you that you better start loving this or it'd be a rough ride, and guess what? That ride is only halfway through." Oh darling," I said, stroking his cheeks before kissing him gently. "It's not the clothes that make you a sissy, it's wanting to wear them. You don't want to wear them, right?"