Chris was a not quite famous scientist who had made his contribution and was waiting for the rest of the scientific world to decide just how important that contribution was. This meant that he had time on his hands! He had never been romantically involved -- mainly because he was a secret transvestite and he had a terrible weakness for dominant women. He was also a coward! So, instead of looking for Mistress Right he had thrown himself completely into a brilliant career and had given up on the hope of ever entering into a committed relationship. There was one vital piece of information that Theresa desired. She needed a key - a key to Chris' soul: something that she could use to manipulate his psyche: - to explore the very limits of control and suffering. She began to inform her new plaything of the ways and methods of domination: the implements of control, punishment and chastisement. She was watching for a sign - a giveaway. Then, she mentioned the bag - the pacifier. She saw immediately the fear in his eyes, and secretly -- she was ecstatic It was almost a catatonic state that he experienced, standing there at the side of the bed. He was staring at a collection of pretty clothes that would have been perfectly at home in any one of his fantasies. But, in these circumstances, there was this woman, and a vast uncertainty and fear, -- this woman who was even then removing his last defense against an Next she squeezes out my precum, onto her finger, and into my mouth. I accept it with no pretense. My training is well underway.

WE!!" I had forgot about the other woman who now seemed to be moving around behind me. I had been transfixed on the items Sara had been pulling out of the box. With every free step she took she could feel the bonds of her slave tighten. With every free breath that she took she could feel her slave suffer. She delighted in the moment and felt her powers grow. Only a few hours before, her slave was a man of talent and integrity - a man with his destiny in his own hands. Now, he was a feminized object to be controlled and abused - a sissy slave to be humiliated and used for the rest of his useful life. Chris was terrified. She left the room and returned with some rope and secured Chris- ankles to his belt. She then gagged him. Chris found himself lying on the floor. He was feeling more helpless than he had ever done in his life. His new mistress poured herself a glass of wine and savored the moment. Then she said:-Selkies steal your heart. Merrow drown your children. Sirens sink ships,” Ron whispered, eyes downcast now. “Everyone knows that. There’s a reason wizards aren’t big into going swimming and sailing.”

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". I read Kylie Gable's Doubling Down story and I was impressed and loved how the girls capture the boys. I said once and I will say it again, Kylie is a master at entraping males in her stories. Just read any story from her and you will see why. Which is why I was excited to see her share one of her finest examples of her skill as a gift to potential new readers. Theresa fancied that she saw something collapse and fall in her new slave; and was that the pounding of his heart that she could hear? She knew with certainty that she had discovered her key! I could tell they were moving around but for the next few minutes nothing seemed to be happening to me. Then, without notice, someone grabbed my boxers and cut them off with scissors. After ripping them off of me, someone slapped my ass. Not very hard, just a light tap. My wife knew I was into spanking but it was usually me doing the spanking. A brief pause and then another slap came across my ass. I tried to speak but the gag that filled my mouth kept my kept my words completely incoherent. I wasn't sure where this was going until I felt someone under the table. Another slap now made created a steady rhythm that I was unable to stop. The person under the table was definitely my wife which meant that the person spanking me was the unknown second woman. I started shaving my legs. She actually gave me the choice, rather that force me. I'd already shaved everything else, and I loved my hairless body, but now I was announcing it to the world. That was my crossing the Rubicon, and no one seemed to notice, or care. Being shaved felt so feminine!

Then she begins to move. I always need to cum before she is ready. It is understood that I'll tell her, "You're about to make me cum!" Chris began to struggle - to no avail. Theresa slowly sipped her wine. Chris occasionally glanced up at her to gauge the seriousness of her intent. He was met with a gaze of stone.