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Remote User:
Date: 01 Dec 2005
Time: 18:20:32

Fantasy

My fantasy was to have my wife bring home two men while I was at home getting girled up. Last night I sitting around in my sexy little black dress and stockings. My wife said, "I know where I could get two horny men right now." I said, "How fast can you get them here?" She made a phone call and 20 miniutes later there were two hot men. One said, "You were right about him, he is very girlie." My wife told him that I was a virgin and that I bragged about how much I need big dick. He made me deepthroat him and then he thrust his big 9 inches all the way in me. It hurt bad at first and then it started feeling better and better. I am so sore but he is coming back after work for more of my tight ass. I have never had a more sensual night of passion, now I know that I am a man lover.


Remote User:
Date: 01 Dec 2005
Time: 21:49:45

Fantasy

Ello.I am a sissy maid.My name is Stacy and my fantasy is for my cd'ing girlfriend,linda,would fuck me as hard as she can in my tight sweet little bum.


Remote User:
Date: 02 Dec 2005
Time: 16:51:29

Fantasy

I've just had a relaxing bath and all my clothes are laid out on the bed!A light dusting of talc and a spray of body perfume.I've put on a pink baby doll negligee to keep off the chill.Sat at my dreesing table,all my make-up is also laid out. First,a light foundation cream,then,dark eye shadow,covering my eyelids completely,with a brown eyeliner on lower lashes.Careful now to do my eyebrows,i always find this part tricky.(high and arched)there,only one attempt,giggle.i'm using a red lip pencil to outline my lips and then i'll fill in with pink gloss lippy.Hummmm,looking good.On with my favourite hair,a shortish blonde straight wig,combed over to one side.ummmm,i'm getting a little bit horny,giggle.I've picked a 1/4 cup pink underwired lace edged bra that fits my 34b figure perfectly,pink suspenders with matching pink panties that are very silky against my skin!A quick glance in the full length mirror....yeees.Tease my hair into place a little. A little more lippy,a little more eyeliner.I'm beginning to look like the real me,Tracy!On with a white crisp front buttoned blouse,ooooh,that makes my nipples harden,giggle.I don't know which skirt to put on,short blue denim one or knee length black denim one which makes me feel like a secretary!I think the blue denim!Oooooh,that feels so nice!Now a pair of strappy 4" stilletoes that fasten around my ankles.Oh my,here i am again....Tracy!Now after titivating for an hour or so and it is dark outside i shall put my dark suede coat with the fur collar on and go out for a walk in a quiet or lonely place and see if anything happens.


Remote User:
Date: 02 Dec 2005
Time: 20:56:38

Fantasy

When I gained a place at University, my mother was worried about where I would live, and within a few weeks announced that she had arranged with a family friend for me to have a bed-sit. “Apparently there are a few other students in the house, so you won’t be lonely,” she explained. The weeks passed and I thought no more of it. When the various documents came in preparation for registration, I was able to write that I had already arranged accommodation. When the day came to move in, my mother drove me to the digs. The landlady was not in, but a pretty girl welcomed me and showed me to my room on the first floor. “You must be Dave,” she said. “I’m Karen. I live in the flat above yours” It was a spacious room, with a bed in one corner, a small kitchen area in another, and a couple of easy chairs in another. There was a small table and a couple of dining chairs in the centre of the room. There was a bit of cupboard space, a wardrobe with a full-length mirror, and some bookshelves. I saw that there was a television aerial socket near the easy chairs. The shared bathroom and toilet were across the landing. My mother helped me to unpack and put things away, then she left me with instructions to wash clothes regularly, study hard, etc, etc. A little later there was a knock on the door. It was Karen. “Hello,” she said again. “I hope you will be happy here. Would you like to have a welcome party on Saturday? Just for all of us living here, so as you can get to know everybody!” She had a slim waist, a shapely bust and long legs in a short skirt. “Er, that would be very nice,” I managed to say. “How many students are there here?” “There are five flats, one with two sharing, so there are six of us altogether,” she replied, sitting down in one of the easy chairs. “Oh, and another thing, we’re all girls, except you. And that brings me to ask a special request. Would you mind wearing a dress to the party, so that we would all feel more relaxed? You know, all girls together?” I was shocked by this request and didn’t know how to answer. But I couldn’t help noticing that the way she was sitting revealed creamy thighs above her dark stocking tops and a glimpse of pink panties. As I searched for an answer she continued, “Please say you will. It will be so much more friendly for us all and we won’t feel so inhibited.” Although she didn’t seem to move, her legs were now further apart and her skirt was a little higher. I could now see more of her pink satin knickers. I knew I had to agree, I just could not turn down the possibility of seeing more of those knickers. “Er yes, I’d love to,” I said, “but where… how… will I get a dress?” “Oh that’s easy,” she said and producing a tape measure from somewhere. “I’ll make you one. Let me take a few measurements.” After noting down my sizes she said, “Let’s see, its Thursday today…I’ll have it ready for Friday evening so that you can try it on to be sure it fits. Now tell me, do you prefer stockings or tights?” I felt myself blushing deeply as I stammered “Er…stockings.” She laughed. “I think boys always prefer stockings, don’t they? What size shoes do you take?” “Six,” I replied. “Yes you have quite dainty feet,” she said, “but I think you might need 6½ in a woman’s shoe. Leave it to me – we’ll fix you up with something suitable. You’ve got lovely long hair, so I’m sure you’ll look the part!” I spent the day Friday looking around the university area and making a few purchases in preparation for my studies, but my mind kept going over the events of the previous evening. I kept wondering what it would be like to be wearing a dress, especially in front of a group of girls. It seemed no time at all that I was back in my room and Karen was at the door handing me a carrier bag. I still hadn’t met anyone else at the house. I closed the door and took out my new things, laying them on the bed. There was a pink gingham “little girl’s” frock, a falsie bra (quite heavy!), a white suspender belt, two packs of tan stockings and a gorgeous pair of pink satin panties with dainty little frills around the gently elasticated leg-holes and my name “Dave” embroidered in red just above the left leg. There was also a pair of black shoes with 1” heels and a little cream handbag. Looking inside I saw a comb, lipstick and vanity mirror. I resisted the temptation to try the things on until I had had my tea, then I went to the bathroom for a quick shower before getting dressed up. Back in my flat, I locked the door and then stripped off. I put on the bra, struggling a little with the back fastening the feeling of having two heavy tits and the gentle grip of my bra straps sent a thrill of delight through my body. My dick was already stiffening as I fastened the suspender belt around my waist. Carefully I rolled my stockings up my legs and fastened them to the suspenders, adjusting the length to get them deliciously taut. I stepped into my silky panties and pulled them up around my now throbbing cock. They felt wonderfully cool and sensual around my bum cheeks. I suppose you could call them “big knickers” as they came up to my waist, but this meant that my erection was completely enclosed in the silky satin, and the sensuous material gently supported its weight and caressed my bottom. Although when younger I had tried on some of my mother’s knickers, I had never experienced anything like these gorgeous undies! I stepped into the shoes and was amazed to find that even these low heels changed the shape of my legs and made my bum stick out a little. I stepped into the pink gingham dress and pulled it up, putting my arms into the little puff sleeves and then doing up the back zip without too much trouble, then smoothing down the skirt. The hemline was about 3 inches above my knees. In the mirror I saw a pretty, quite dainty, girl in a slightly old-fashioned sort of frock. She didn’t look so demure when she lifted her skirt to show taut dark stocking tops, pale soft thighs and the outline of a huge hard-on in her pretty pink knickers. Somehow I resisted the temptation to wank and did a bit of tidying up around the flat, enjoying the sensation of wearing girl’s clothes, the bounce of tits, the grip of straps, the pull of suspenders on stockings, the silkiness of my knickers, the absence of trousers, the gentle swish of stockings brushing against each other. I kept going back to the mirror and posing, sometimes sitting on a chair so that I could see up my own skirt. I did have nice legs, I thought, although they were slightly hairy. I would shave them before the party. My cock continued to stay rock-hard and eventually of course I could contain myself no longer and I came like I had never cum before, soaking my beautiful panties and the skirt of my frock. I collapsed on the bed and awoke next morning still dressed in my girlie outfit. I undressed and washed, then went out to the laundrette. I took my soiled knickers and dress together with my other washing and hoped no-one would notice a pink dress among my shirts. While the washing cycle was running, I went round the local shops. There was a shoe shop having a sale and I saw a pair of black ladies’ shoes with 3” heels, size 6½. I bought them, explaining that I was going to a fancy dress party. In a chemist, I saw some depilatory cream and bought a pack, as well as some “Obsession” shower gel (expensive, but I couldn’t resist). I looked longingly in an underwear shop and the pretty knickers on display, but did not have the courage to go in. Back at the laundrette I transferred my washing into a dryer without arousing comment, and was back home about three quarters of an hour later. I ironed my shirts and frock, noticing that it seemed to have shrunk a little, and hung things up to air. As the time progressed I became more and more nervous at the thought of going to a party dressed in girlish things. Late in the afternoon I made up my mind. I would undress and go to the bathroom with a towel around my waist, taking only my girly things to wear. That way at least, I would have to leave the bathroom “dressed”, and if still in panic mode I would be able to change back. So it was that I left my room naked except for the towel, with a bag containing my frock, knickers, bra, suspender belt, stockings, new high-heeled shoes and handbag, together with shampoo, shower gel and depilatory cream. I looked the bathroom door and let the towel drop. Already my erection began to develop. I started applying the depilatory cream to my legs, then decided to treat my pubic hair and bum cheeks, then did my arms and underarms. I didn’t have hardly any chest hair, but there were a few hairs around my nipples, so I put the cream all over my breasts – or where they would be if I had them. Looking in the mirror I imagined that it might be breast development cream! I left the cream working for the maximum time and then ran the shower until it warmed up. Stepping in, I washed away my male body hair, then shampooed my hair and luxuriated in the erotic scent of “Obsession” shower gel. I stepped out of the shower and towelled myself dry, marvelling how smooth and soft my body felt after the depilatory treatment. I put on my bra, enjoying the weight of my tits as I continued to dress; next the suspender belt, then the stockings. My arms could not avoid brushing my large tits as I fastened the stockings to my suspenders. My prick was already quite stiff, but as I stepped into my silky knickers and pulled them up, it became rock-hard. I stepped into my new shoes and immediately felt my legs become more feminine. The shoes felt remarkably comfortable and even familiar, as if I had always been meant to wear them. I stood in front of the mirror in my underwear and carefully applied my lipstick – it was rather a tarty red, I noticed. I carefully stepped into my frock and put my arms into the sleeves. I struggled to fasten the back zip, realising that the dress had indeed shrunk in the wash. Once it was fastened I realised it was also now much shorter, revealing my stocking-tops (and probably a lot more!). Suddenly I began to have doubts about going to the party. I put my lipstick back into my handbag, put my towel in my bag and opened the bathroom door. Immediately I was aware of the cooler air on my exposed and hairless thighs – a bit like the cold hands of a boyfriend taking advantage of the available bare flesh! I stepped across the landing, but then found that the door to my room was locked. There was a note on the door: “Came up to see you but you weren’t in. Didn’t like to leave the room unlocked. If you don’t have your key, come and see me in flat 1 (ground floor). Regards, Viviane (Landlady).” After a few moments reflection I decided that I had little option but to go down. Sooner or later I would have to get hold of a spare key to get into my room. Perhaps the landlady would understand my predicament? She must have heard me stepping down the stairs, because before I was halfway down a door opened and I was astounded to see the girl who used to live next door to us at home come out and watch me with a twinkle in her eyes. “Hi, Dave,” she said, “it must be you because I can see you have your name on your pretty panties.” I realised how short the frock had become! “Your Mum contacted me and asked me if I could find suitable accommodation for you. Although I normally only let rooms to girl students, I can see that you will fit in fine.” She stood aside to let me enter her room and indicated that I should sit on the settee. I tried to sit down as demurely as possible, but obviously would need practice! Also the leather felt cold on my bare flesh. She laughed at the sight of my discomfiture. “I expect you remember spying on me through the fence when I used to sunbathe,” she went on. “I didn’t really mind letting a horny teenager get an occasional glimpse of my knickers, but now I see that you are still turned on by pretty panties!” “You’d better let me dry your hair,” she said. You mustn’t catch your death of cold.” I let her style my hair and pluck my eyebrows. Then she spritzed me with Chanel No 5 – a really exotic (and erotic) perfume. “You’ll do,” she said. “Would you like a drink before you go up to wow them at the party?” Nervously I nodded. She went off into her kitchen and returned almost immediately with a couple of drinks. Hers looked like gin and tonic, but mine was some sort of fancy cocktail. “Er..what is it?” I asked. “I think it should be called a Cock-a-doodle-dandy,” she laughed. “Drink up, it’ll put lead in your pencil!” By the time I had finished it I could feel the alcohol taking effect and also realised that my dick was really huge and straining against the silky fabric of my knickers. The sensation of my throbbing manhood encased in, and fondled by, the soft feminine panties was enormously stimulating. Realising my state, Viviane explained: “the cocktail contained a dose of Viagra, among other things. It should ensure a state of arousal for the rest of the evening.” I managed to stand up, a little shakily. “What’s up, she giggled. “is that thing in your panties making you overbalance?” She went on, “That frock is rather short isn’t it? You do have nice legs, but I’m not sure it’s very ladylike to show so much of them, especially when you’re wearing stockings and sussies!” She nipped into her bedroom and returned with a cerise slip and pastel blue dress. Without waiting for me to say anything she unzipped my frock and helped me out of it. “Mmm, I can see you really like wearing those knickers,” she laughed, fondling my balls through the satin fabric before playfully brushing her fingernails against my throbbing knob-end. “Wouldn’t you like some bouncy tits too?” Without waiting for a reply she unfastened my falsie bra and applied some special adhesive to my chest. She fitted some large silicone breast forms and quickly helped me into a bra which supported the weight of my new boobs, but allowed them to bounce as well. She helped me slip the slip over my head, threading my arms through the broad shoulder straps, then smoothing the cool fabric down over my body. The slip was only a little longer than the gingham frock, but felt really sensuous. “I’m sure you’ll find it’s sensuous and feminine underwear to revel in!” explained Viviane. “The dark cerise colour will contrast with your pretty pink panties – after all, when flirty girlies flash their knickers they don’t want to conceal the fact!” She helped me into the pale blue dress, which was also made from some sort of silky fabric. It was fitted around my shapely bust, but then sort of floated around, making my erection less obvious. It was several inches longer than my gingham frock, but still only just long enough to conceal my stocking tops – as long as I moved carefully! It wasn’t necessary for Viviane to explain that the cerise slip also contrasted with the pastel blue dress, my creamy hairless thighs, and my tan stockings and shiny white suspenders. Anyone getting a look up my skirt would have all the different elements clearly picked out. Viviane handed me my handbag. “I’ve put in a few essentials,” she said. She followed me up to the top flat. As I climbed the stair I could feel her eyes on my legs and bum. I wondered what she could see… She stepped past me to knock on the flat door, which opened immediately. “Come in, Dave, and give them a twirl.” She turned to the other girls, “Will he do?” Karen came over. “You look lovely,” she said, touching my arm, “even if you’re not wearing the dress I made you.” “Er… it shrank in the wash,” I said. Viviane laughed. “I suppose he had to wash it because he’d wanked himself silly in it,” she said. I felt myself blushing and several of the girls smiled knowingly. I was handed a coat. “The party isn’t here,” explained Viviane, “we’re going to a club.” “It’ll be all right,” explained Karen, “it’s a hen night tonight.” It was only a short walk to the club and I felt safe in the company of several other girls, although I kept checking my reflection in shop windows to make sure that my coat did actually cover my stockinged legs – this was the first time out in public not wearing trousers, and I felt very exposed. But it was very erotic how my stockings brushed together and my skirts sort of floated around, brushing my thighs. My taut suspenders tugged at my stockings with every step, and in my high heels I was conscious of the cheeks of my bum moving sensuously in my silky knickers. My erection was still rock-hard and my dick and hairless balls were supported and caressed by those luscious panties. I was very aware of the bra straps around my back and shoulders and my heavy breasts bounced erotically as I walked along. At first, no-one seemed to take any notice of me in the club. But as the night wore on I got a lot of smiles and my bottom got fondled in the crush at the bar. Later I went to the loo with Karen and found a notice saying “Please give a big smile to the girl in the pale blue dress – it’s Dave’s first time out in a frock!” When the two male strippers came on they asked for a volunteer to help them drop their trousers. Somehow I found myself being propelled forward to the stage. The first man’s trousers were quite tight and as I unfastened his fly I couldn’t help brushing his dick and feel it stiffen. I let his trousers drop to the floor revealing tiny briefs straining to prevent his cock standing to attention. A big cheer went up, and I went and performed the same function for the other stripper, this time stoking his cock quite deliberately. There was another cheer as the second pair of bulging pants was displayed. “Take a bow” said one of the strippers and they each took one of my hands. Then a chant began, “Now show us your knickers, Dave”. And with both of my hands firmly held I was helpless as someone came behind me and lifted my skirts up above my waist. My Viagra-fired erection was throbbing as strongly as ever in my pretty satin panties. There were screams, whistles and camera flashes. “Wow,” said the first stripper, “that’s some clitty you’ve got there! And what lovely legs…” Some of the girls in the audience had their skirts up over their heads, flaunting their knickers, stockings and suspenders. Somehow we managed to leave before there was an uproar… didiwillis@sissify.com


Remote User:
Date: 04 Dec 2005
Time: 05:27:39

Fantasy

I am a very lucky sissy boy who is kept often as a pink satin sissy maid; spanked and nappied and kept under my Mistress' desk whilst she reads Her emails.


Remote User:
Date: 04 Dec 2005
Time: 05:54:02

Fantasy

I am sex slave male . I have servied a dom white couple as there oral slave.Know my fantasy is to be kidnap by white dom couple .They take me to there house.Master and mistress have me suck lick them orally for hours.Chain me to floor they piss on me whip me.They keep me in there house rest of my life as there sex slave.I mistress to feed me her shit.Even Mistress can have her ladies friends fuck me.I wany my mistress to give me every day pain.I do dream of this.I want a dom couple to kidnap me. do what ever they want with me.


Remote User:
Date: 04 Dec 2005
Time: 22:19:09

Fantasy

help me be sissy maid


Remote User:
Date: 04 Dec 2005
Time: 23:25:27

Fantasy

My girlfriend let me have my fantasy which was to wear her black satin panties and a little black satin night dress with pink polka dots while having sex with her. I love womens satin lingerie and want to wear it all the time when having sex.


Remote User:
Date: 07 Dec 2005
Time: 13:35:37

Fantasy

sissies wearing black stockings and school uniforms


Remote User:
Date: 07 Dec 2005
Time: 22:54:49

Fantasy

I WOULD LOVE TO BE DRESSED AS A 5O'S HOUSEWIFE, WITH MY WIFE DRESSED IN A PANTSUIT (WEARING THE PANTS). i WOULD HAVE TO DO ALL THE HOUSEWORK, AND BE SUBJECT TO DISCIPLINE (SPANKING, EXTRA CHORES, ETC.) IF MY WORK OR ATTITUDE WAS NOT UP TO HER STANDARDS. I THINM IT WOULD BE GOOD FOR ME TO DO THIS FOR AT LEAST THREE MONTHS.


Remote User:
Date: 07 Dec 2005
Time: 23:34:32

Fantasy

this is Rebecca Dennise it is my Desired, "wish" to have a Girlie girl (Female) to Dress me up very Sweet-Prissy-Dainty; in any and all Dresses, gown's hat she may wish to Doll me up in..? then.MONTHLY; I would love to be put into a Pink Diaper, then Pink Plastic panties, and a Baby-Doll Dress; with matching, lacy Blomer's; I'm in Boise,Ada,Idaho. pinaforeandpeticoats at: yah who.


Remote User:
Date: 09 Dec 2005
Time: 02:13:36

Fantasy

It is just me and my girlfriend or best girl friend. we are on the bed, i am in my underwear and she is in a tank top with jeans and her sky blue silk panties are clearly peeking out of her jeans. We are kissing passionatley my whole mouth area being smothered by her tounge and mouth. she is slowly begins to rub my erect cock before tearing them off. I she notices that i am touching and rubbing the tops of her panties when before i know it she reaches behind her. She tells me that she would love to se me in a pair of her panties. She has in her hand a pair of deep pink silk string bikini panties. I try to decline but she continues to slowly stroke me eventually pushing me in to my back. As i lye there with my legs over her shoulders she slides the panties down into place. The silk feels wondeeerfull... but i deny tjhe pleasure. She knows. She begins telling me how much she can tell i love bening a slut and thats she has known for years. she pulls me up and we are there kneeling on the bed face to face kissing again... she is now stroking me through the silk panties.... she starts to kiss down my face and all round my body until she is now behinde me, resting on my back, kissing the back of my neck. Her hands come round and are stroking my chest, slowly playing with my nipples. Her crotch starts to hump my pantied bottom, just pushing firmly against it in small thrusts. At this point she is telling me that she loves cock and that she knows i love cock too... she tells me to repeat it... i decline but she starts to stoke me through the panties again... she keeps saying 'dont you' dont you' with a firm stoke every time. She then tells me how she is getting real cock at work, and how she has been for the last year or so... as i struggle she just grabs me tight and shsss me. with this a man enters the room wearing nothing but white briefs with a big smile on hios face. I try to struggle more but she tells me it will be alright and that she has new ideas for me. with that the man stands at the foot of the bed and bends over wuith his bum right in my face when my girlfrien d pushes my head into it. She is stroking me with one hand... playing with my nipples with the other and using her bodyweight to push my into his briefs. She is saying how i am loving it and instructs her new man to take off his briefs. He does and passs them to her. He is now infront of my with a huge hard on. As my wife continues to stroke, all of a sudden she uses her other hand to massage the white briefs, still warm, onto my lips and slowly into my mouth. I try to moan but am gagged by the musky warm briefs. my girlfriend continues to taunt me telling me that is what a real man smells and tastes llike. You are my bitch now she says with this. She contuinues to stroke me throught the panties and slides her other hand down into my panties begins gently rubbing my ass cheeks, working slowly in a circle she rubs my arse with what feels like a vaselined up finger. I try to moan but she stroked faster and slowly puts her finger in further. Yiou like the cock in your arse, it feels good she says. as i try to pul;l up she uses her body weight again but this time forcing me down on to her finger. She contines to stroke, now much faster. She inserts another finger and is now slowly rubbing me in and out. I explode in my new panties. She slows the stroking doen and just whispers good girl kissing my ear


Remote User:
Date: 11 Dec 2005
Time: 00:10:36

Fantasy

Non-Fiction''. My story started very early in my life, having several older sisters and me being the only boy, they all had there own dollies etc,but one day seem to of grown tired of them and decided to turn me into their very own dolly everytime my mother was out and left me with them,i was only maybe 6 or 7 yrs old and they used to bribe me with sweeties etc not to tell mother. This went on and on, i would be their Sindy doll one day then maybe their little ballerina on another, they used to say i was too pretty to be a boy and i looked better as a girl with ribbons in my hair'. My mother came home one day and went beserk when she saw what they had done to me, told them to get it all off me, they turned round and said that i liked it and wanted it all the time, she told my father and he punihed them all and they stopped it all together'. By the time i was about 11-12 i had these terrible urges to put on my sisters clothes, couldn't understand why at the time, they would leave real sexy boots and stuff around the house, i would put my feet into them, mmmm', it felt so so good,even though they were far too big for me, ide put on their slips corselets even wigs my oldest sister had, i just could not control my urges and really couldn't understand why they were so strong and compulsive ! Ime about 14 now, still sneaking around the house trying on mums and sisters clothes, i was going out wearing them now under my clothes, sleeping in their nighties, oh god i so much wanted to wake up one morning as a real girl, i was so convinced i was going to change into one before i was an adult. By the time i was 15 it all got sexual, i would wear there clothes, go steal stuff off washing lines in our street even, hide stuff all over the place, my feet now fitted into their shoes/boots and felt so good in stockings too',mmm' god i thought, turn me into the girl i want to be. I would sneak out the house and clip clop up the street in heels when it was dark, sort of longing for someone to catch me. My mm now was a bit suspicious as various female items were going missing around the house, she came out with it one day and said it isn't you is it, god i nearly choked, felt myself going scarlet, just denied it and slipped off out,...she knew ime sure", i tried on makeup one day, not too much, just a little lippy, and i have to say i really did not like it, it made me gag for some reason, culdn't understand it, i knew i needed it to complete my transformation but just couldn't wear it, and to this day i really do not and ever liked the ladies in my life to wear too much of it and especially kiss me in it, i see girls in it now and think wow, they look so sexy, i love to see it on them, but do not like it plastered all over me, maybe thats what i need now even...to have my face made up professionally...even forced into it to cure me from it all together !. Well ime 16 yrs old now left school and it gets real good now, it all feels so sexual now and takes on a whole new meaning to me.... ....part 2 to follow', Crissy',Text me your thoughts on my story so far',07887 708097


Remote User:
Date: 11 Dec 2005
Time: 12:49:46

Fantasy

I'm new here. Before I take the time to tell you about my fulfilled fantasy this summer, I want to test this to see how it works. It is fantasy come true which happened on a remote tennis court...


Remote User:
Date: 13 Dec 2005
Time: 17:41:54

Fantasy

TENNIS FANTASY COME TRUE... Omitting the boring details of how it came to happen, I had the opportunity this summer to experience a lifetime fantasy - to play tennis in a full, pleated white tennis dress. The remote court is owned by a couple near me in which the wife supports the husband's enjoyment of cross-dressing. However, the husband doesn't play tennis well and supports her inviting more skilled guests to play. Most of the time it is a guy to match her tennis ability. Every time I played, she always wore a very sexy tennis outfit. Early in this very unique adventure I came to the net to ask her where do those tennis balls disappear to when she puts them under her dress. She laughed, lifted up her dress immodestly, and showed me the pocket on the underside of her skirt. Embarrassingly I said "Oh", scared to death she caught me looking at her pretty lace panties more than looking at the ball pocket! A month into the adventure, to keep the story short, I did learn of her husband's cross-dressing. He often watched us play and over time I was convinced he was wearing panties under his shorts. On one occasion, the pink, lace waistband stuck above his shorts so much I knew it had to be deliberate. As such, my fear subsided in wanting to compliment the wife more often on how sexy she was in her pretty dresses. Finally, not long afterward, I blurted out about how I had always wanted to know how it would feel to play tennis in a dress. She immediately responded with, "Well, you sure are welcome to wear a dress here. My husband enjoys wearing dresses! Come in the house. I know he has an outfit he can get for you which will fit, ah, if you want to!" I certainly didn't waste a second in letting her know I really wanted to do that. She even went one step further in telling me I could also wear a bra with his "D" boobs to get the full effect of playing well on the court. (In hindsight, she knew I would be handicapped and she might be able to beat me!) It was quite scary but the fright went away quickly when Bob showed his willingness for me to dress in his "things". He said it was nice to finally meet another cross-dresser. While Carol remained downstairs to prepare some cold drinks, Bob took me upstairs to a large remote closet in the guestroom. In no time, he had a complete outfit laid out on the bed with the exception of one item. "Do you want to wear what you have on or do you want to wear bloomers or panties", he asked? "Oh, my", I gasped, "I'd love to wear some sheer full-cut panties if you have them". It was so embarrassing when Bob yelled down the steps, "Hon, I only have thongs. Can we get into your panty drawer? He wants to be sexy underneath!" "Of course!" was the immediate reply. In no time he found a wonderful pair of white, shiny Vanity Fair panties with the lace on the sides, size 6. Just the size I needed to hold me in firmly. With a lot of details I'll save for the next story, (if there are enough requests), I did play Carol a little later that afternoon and it felt so good to live out that fantasy. I felt so wonderfully vulnerable wearing those sheer panties under that short dress which lifted so easily when I played. On occasion, I know both Bob and Carol took notice of my hard-on tightly enclosed in front of that sheer nylon. Yes, the boobs were strange and did hinder my backhand. Carol did beat me that day. It wasn't the boobs however, but because I spent too much attention to the feeling in my panties as my skirt flew up for all to see. It felt so good to be so "naked" and yet so "proper" underneath, just like the girls in my teenage days! There is much more to the story but that is for another day.


Remote User:
Date: 14 Dec 2005
Time: 00:26:55

Fantasy

i am sissymaid in ireland seeking misstress can u help me 0863657621


Remote User:
Date: 14 Dec 2005
Time: 21:37:24

Fantasy

Like to be dressed as a sissy school girl and be caned by a lady


Remote User:
Date: 16 Dec 2005
Time: 10:27:49

Fantasy

I am lucky enough to be living my fantasy. Great site Mrs. Vikki. My wife/Mistress/Mommy knew of my desire to wear feminine clothes before we married. She not only accepted it, she approved and encourges me. I have been locked into a chastity (The Curve) and denied sex as a 'man' while being made to please her orally and with toys. She has started dildo training me and says she is preparing me to have sex with real men. I am kept in diapers and plastic pants and feminine sissy clothes 24/7, even in public. She doesn't care who knows or who sees me and enjoys taking me out in public dressed sissy with my diapers and panties visible. I am spanked often for acting like a 'man' or trying to act grown up. She constantly reminds me that I am only a sissy.


Remote User:
Date: 19 Dec 2005
Time: 02:26:25

Fantasy

As well, I like to dress up in very femme with lots of lace, petticoats, and ruffles. I just want to be treated really girly and have a really romantic time with my wife and me as the women. I want her to dress me, do my hair really cute, do my make up and have a fun evening of dancing and being treated like a real women.


Remote User:
Date: 20 Dec 2005
Time: 18:21:14

Fantasy

Loved the Tennis fantasy. I wonder what clothes and underwear were laid out for you when you stepped out of the shower? I hope they included silky panties, stockings and suspenders, and a very short skirt, of course. Please write more. didiwillis@sissify.com


Remote User:
Date: 25 Dec 2005
Time: 07:43:54

Fantasy

This is not a fantasy, it is happening to my life now. I always loves satin and silk, I told my wife and she said it was ok with her as long as I wore what she wanted .I said ok. Within a week she had thrown out all my male under ware and now I'm wearing very sissy panties and such. That wasen't enough for her so one eve. she shaved me and made me war a pink satin bra and matching ruffeled panties. We have always been monogomous and I'm not gay at all but she forced that to now be untrue. She tied me leg and arm, and down on the kitchen table I ask her what she was doing and she told me outright ,turning you into a cuckold sissy i said your kidding right I found out as her friend rang the doorbell and came in. They both laughed at me as she put a penis gag in my mouth. They began to kiss and fondel in front of me I was mad and then crying my wife got our camcorder a began to film me as he with his big cock approached me I couldn't get away as he rubbed over my face and told me how much he was going to enjoy this evening . as he began to get wet my wife sat down next to me and very sweetly said if you suck his cock I won't sleep with him but if you don't suck him I will and then I'll help him turn you into a sissy. I was crying I couldn't believe my loving wife could be so cruel then she added one more humiliation and said either way you want it you'll be wearing a locked chastity device from now on and I will have other men while you become more and more fem with the treatments you'll be taking. So my little sissy is it sucking or anal ? I sucked him while she held my head and teased me saying you deserve this and I love watching . He finally came I was coughing and trying to spit but she wouldn't let me I was forced to swallow and lick. When he was finished she put the gag back in my mouth and they went to the bedroom. I've had to suck him everyday for two weeks dressed in different attire while she films it ,I hate my new life


Remote User:
Date: 26 Dec 2005
Time: 03:50:47

Fantasy

I fantasise about being a sissy plaything for a strict domineering, physically stronger mistress. One particular vivid dream I have is where she takes me to a large department store where she has a large charge account and lets me roam around charging up the most wonderfully feminine clothes: from lingerie, pantyhose, stockings, heels, hats, handbags, furs, before finally having me fitted out for a fabulous wedding dress with the fullest of skirts, long train, and veil, and have me modelling it in the store in front of admiring shop assistants, and other customers


Remote User:
Date: 28 Dec 2005
Time: 14:02:18

Fantasy

ok,here goes, my fantasies is i,m sure like a lot of other sissys fantasy. first of all i,m a 71 year old male sissy. and thats only when i,m in my fantasies. like at times i,ll get my clothes out that i have hidden ,you see i,m a closet dresser. and i have NO one to help me in my fantasies. so to begin with after i have shaved and shower i begin putting on a black waist clincher with six garters.then i roll up on my legs a black pair of nylons and fasten them to the garters. then i place around my chest a small cup black bra. and because of it tightness around my chest it pulls my breast in together therefore making it look like i have small breast that are busting to spell out. oh i must say here that i have one of my niples that is piecred. to me it looks cute with the little ring and along with a chain that hangs from the nipple ring. i then place a pair of high heels on my nylons cover feet.when i stand up to walk in them as i know i will, i feel like i,m up in the clouds. i then get out the little bag of goodes,make up.i thenmake my face up with add on eye lashes. i then apply make up to the rest of my face. i then bring out of it,s box a shoulder lenght wig. now some times i will go as a red head,a blond or even a black wig.then after i have gotten this far in my fantasies i,ll then decide what to wear. like i,ll get into a little short full black skirt with a layer of petticoats that hold and flare out the skirt as i walk or twirl around making the skirts rise therefore as i see my self in the mirror turning around showing off my nylons tops. i then fantasy that because my mistress conmans me of being a slut or a sissy french maid. there i,m to find out whats it like to be a woman in heat. by this i,m told to place up on in my pussy hole that my imaginary mistress says i,m to wear in order for my pussy hole to be stretched in order to take a cock of a larger size later in my pussy. so there in hand i,m holding a large size mans cock. it is so big and soft. as i place some kj on it from the mirror it looks so much larger then it is.i bend over making my short petticoats rise as it allows for my mistress to see and to make sure that i,m taking the cock up my pussy hole. as i feel it penetrating my pussy hole as it is being pushed in it has begin to hurt, and i cry out to my mistress saying oh how big it is and how it hurts. the mstress just laughs as she says keep pushing it in. after a little more of pushing and then pulling it back out til i can stand the pain i porcided to push it all the way up in side of me. i,m told to leave it in and stand up and walk around while this cock is inside of my pussy.i, then instructed to now get on the bed and to hold still while my mistress sets up a camrecorder to take videos of my self dressed as she has me and to record the dealing that takes place while i, on the bed. she tells me that while on my knees on the bed i cansee still myself there with my short skirt showing my nylons and with a cock sticking out as it has come out from being up deep inside of my pussy. i,m told to push it back in and ten i,m to pull it out to the end of this cock,s head and then to push it back in all this time she is recording this. i was beging to get use to this cock being pushed in and out ,where it wasn,t hurting any more while i was fucking myseld i got to wondering what if this had been a real cock what it would really feel like to have a real cock up my pussy, oh well thats another fantasies


 

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