When you write a chapter, unless you're going to update it immediately with another chapter, try to provide a second option. I'm going to try and edit all the ones with a single option in them, including some that I've done. Please remember that there are other people who want to add to a particular story in their own way. And yet the worst part was that his underpants were gradually growing wet and damp from the fact that he was subtly releasing tiny globs of clear precum. In short, he was preemptively ejaculating into his boxers, like a feminized sissy would when faced with a superior piece of meat. as a submissive husband I will share an experience which left me humiliated, and really questioned my commitment to the whole life style let me set the scene. I know that I am attractive to the oppose sex and to men as well, and I admit to flirting with gay men knowing full well that I have no interest in a physical relationship with them, I do all the alpha things I train hard and have a good toned body and I am fit, but I am approaching 45.

Her most humiliating thing she does to me is that once a month i have to experience my male period. During that time i have to wear belted pads, maxi pads and also a tampon. That is very humiliating to me and she loves it. Let's get you into a dry diaper,” she said to me. “We can go into my office so these mean women won't see your little thing as I get you changed.” i have been taken to the beach and she has had me wear one piece bathing suits in very feminine designs such as pink, floral etc. By the end of the summer my tan lines are also very noticeable. She also at times has made me wear a two piece suit. she really loves the stares and sometimes the comments that are made to me while on the blanket. BTW my wife lays away from me and observes everything.I really don't want to dress him as a teenager again,” said Sally. “He is so cute as a little girl. Fiction Writing | Blog Writing | Creative Writing | Essay Writing | Letter Writing | Poetry Writing | Technical Writing | Story Writing As far as being weird, we live in a time where being weird is the new stable, where eccentricity is the mainstream. Embrace it! If what you and Alice have is constructive and empowering symbiotically speaking then more power to the both of you! Arrange to have your initials branded on her ass and just above her clingy in public as a proof of her devotion and submission.

I couldn't believe how cute I looked when she finished with my hair. At that point I didn't care to ever look like a boy again. He was finally unfastened from his chair to be prepared for going home as his wife's baby girl. He was relieved of his bonnet and very messy rubber panties, and put into diapers and plastic pants on Arlene's knee. He almost sank out of sight in the skirt of her deeply petticoated dress. Sally pulled a bottle out from her bag. She pulled off my ball gag and gave me the bottle. I could barely hold it in between my balled fists of satin. It was filled with warm juice and I drank it on the floor while she had her hair trimmed. They talked about me as if I weren't there and soon I fell asleep.

i do not think you….or us…the sissies, are weird… i think we are perfectly matched and just waiting to be pushed to the next level… and that is what drives us across the fields of trepidation…excitement …and downright terror! We thrive on an element of fear and adrenaline.. like being told to drive to the quiet lane down the road dressed en femme…and having to get out and photograph ourselves uncomfortably standing there exposed…fearful of discovery. Voices were hard to hear through the lid and all the goop in my ears, but there was a lot of laughter, and not a little moaning and screaming. I suppose it could have been faked for the benefit of the garbage, but why bother? We'd played with them before, and I had no doubt that the toys, fingers, and tongues were all being put to proper use. And here I sat in the dark, covered in goo and trapped in plastic, able only to listen. We thrive on feeling the redness of our cheeks filling as we stand …not quite covered by the short dress…. in front of an acquaintence of our Lady… and having to ask the audience if they would like to see a little dance…or our oral skills on a dildo… Time, to let yourself go. You are no longer a boy, but Amanda, my little girl. It feels so right to you to be Amanda. It makes you feel content and safe. No longer do you need to worry about going to the bathroom. You know that Amanda is protected by a warm, soft, diaper. Whenever you feel the slightest pressure to pee, you will not be able to stop yourself. It will be natural and right to let the pee flow out no matter where you are because it feels so good to go in your diaper. When asleep, you will not be able to stop the flow of pee from escaping. It is right. It makes you feel good. It makes you feel safe. Whenever you are out of diapers you will feel afraid.” Now, who enjoyed watching? She asked? Several girls said that was the most incredible thing they had ever seen.

That would be so much fun.” She put her finger under my chin and pushed my head up so I had to look in her eyes. “Would you like that little sissy? We could play bondage games. I like to tie up little ones like you. Wouldn't that be so much fun?” The girl turned to the salesgirl. “Does the sissy like girls or boys?” Her use of the word girl for me made me even more excited and I passively let her finish undressing me.

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Sally smiled and left to pull the van into the garage. I waited, tied to the chair with my mouth filled with the ball gag. EACH MORNING, after getting out of bed, look in the MIRROR and see the Diaper LOSER that you are NOW. We followed the woman to a room that had all types of clothing on hangers and shelves. Pink and purple seemed to be the most prominent colors and everything looked to be little girl dresses and things in grown-up sizes. We began some fantasy play about adding additional people to our play time. During this time my wife began menopause. As is the case with a small percentage of women she entered a stage of hyper sexuality. While she was always a very sexual person she was even greatly more so now. We began quite innocently enough to talk about finally making some of our fantasies reality. I was basically on board to her desires letting her lead the way with input and suggestions when it deemed fit.