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A Sissy at her Service

The following is a work of erotic fiction and is in no way meant to represent real people or events. It is completely written and owned by me, OfStarsAndDreams. Contents: F/m. Fetish/BDSM. Consensual. Domestic service. Service Submission. Cleaning house. Sexual slavery. Nonsexual slavery. House slave, rich Mistress. Crossdressing/trap. Lolita fashion (on male, Stockings/Heels/Panties/Long Hair). Sissy. Complete dependence. Humiliation (mild to moderate). Cuckoldry (light, mentioned). Denial. Orgasm denial. Public display (as sissy). Oral (m on F). Chastity (mentioned). Milking (mentioned, not in scene). Affection. Let's begin! ***** Soap suds dripped onto the floor as Adam plunged a sponge into a large wash bucket, dragging it across the floor again. He was on his hands and knees, scrubbing the floor of the bathroom, making sure the tiles shown with a sparkling finish. His hands were beginning to ache, but it didn't bother him really - anything in the name of pleasing his Mis

My Weekend Workout Pt. 03

Columbia Maryland is a planned city between Baltimore and Washington opened by James Rouse in 1967. The city is comprised of ten neighborhoods all interconnected with lots of green space and bike paths. It is an amazing place that has biking as part of their exercise routine. Well, I've departed the health club finally, ready for some more traditional mode of exercise. I enter the nearest bike path and I'm off. I pass through lots of well-maintained neighborhoods, commercial and retail areas, green spaces until I reach the back roads of Howard County. My objective for this morning is Patapsco State Park, about an hour from my current location. Once there I will dismount my bike and hike back to the ghost town of Daniels. I lock my bike into the bike stand. I remove my helmet and gloves and place them in the saddle bags. I then run my hands down my biking shorts to adjust my cock for comfort and best show. I notice there are a number of cars parked in the lot. A couple have pe

Heart Strings

Author's Note. I am not sure what to categorize my writing as, but this seemed the best place to start. I would love any feedback! --------------------- I saw her crying in the corner, tears washing streaks of makeup down her face. Her hands were trembling, and her friend had her arm around her trying to get her to calm down. My heart broke for this woman I hadn't even met. I wasn't a regular there; I just came to have a drink after a stressful day at work and listen to the jazz band. I was just taking my first sip of wine when the douchebag made a scene. "What the fuck?!" he said as he stood up, knocking the barstool to the ground, punctuating his swear. "If your not gonna fuck me, the least you can do is give me some head." "Hey Tim, chill out!" the bartender quipped, moving around the bar. She was shorter than him by six inches, but she looked like a rhino about to charge. Now the band stopped playing, and everyone was watching. "Mind

Marie - Adventures of a Cumslut Ch. 04

Chapter 4: Whirlpool They hang up the phone. Marie sent a message to Ian, to learn the location of the party. They got dressed and one hour later the three girls were on the street, the pin location said. Marie was wearing a short black dress with little white pineapples sketches, pantyhose, black Dr. Martens boots and her leather jacket. On her neck a black O-ring choker her ex had bought her was sitting nicely. Next to her Jess was wearing a short black skirt with pantyhose and boots. Also she wore a black dotted see-through shirt and her denim jacket on top. Both girls had their buttplugs on and every time they looked at each other they would slightly laugh at one another. Annie was wearing jeans combined with a white t-shirt and a ginger knit jacket and had hair made in a french braid. The three girls walked towards the house that clearly was going on. It was actually an apartment complex full of students. It had external balcony-like corridors connecting the apartments and stair

Amy - The Second Letter

Author's note: This is a work of fiction. Any kind of resemblance with the reality we live in, is purely serendipitous. All characters over eighteen. You may consider reading "Amy" for the first letter and context. For sexy times to take place, I feel, more time might be needed. However, I do hope you enjoy the tale Ash's trying to tell us through his letters. *** Amy, I feel lighter today. Though words can never quantify the depth of my love for you, but sharing my feelings for you with me - just me for now - makes me feel a less lost and a lot more calmer. It's like destiny has written our romance as a slow-burn one. Few years ago, when things weren't falling in place for me, I remember telling you how Destiny is a bitch! But what you told then changed my outlook for good. Yes destiny might be a bitch, but once you show her you won't let that bitchiness get to you, once you show her your big and thick cock made of grit, determination, perseverance, pas

Taken to Lunch at Work Pt. 02

If you like, please comment. Well I was exhausted. David hustled me out of the office building with a strong arm around my waist. "Come on," he said. "Lets get out of here for an hour at least." He steered me across the busy road, between the beeping cars and taxis. "Keep up," he said with a backward glance. "It's just over the road and round the corner. Somewhere a bit different. They cater for very discrete gentlemen. You'll fit right in," and he skipped along, almost at a run. "OK, OK, I'm right behind you, and I'm starving," I replied. With that he laughed that smug grin of his. "Hope you're very hungry." We had arrived at a cafe that, judging by the crowded interior, must have been well recommended. Struggling through the door we were met by a hubbub of noise and relaxed laughter. "Quick, grab that table while I get a couple of menus," commanded David over the noise. I did as directed and s

Emily Loses at Magical Cards Ch. 04

As before, all characters are over 18 years old. If you have any suggestions for future chapters, feel free to leave them in the comments. I'll see what I can do. Maybe more games? Different characters? *** "Oh, didn't I mention there would be a forfeit?" asked Dani. Emily's voluptuous, blonde roommate smirked. Emily wasn't sure how much more she could take. Already, the thought of further embarrassment was being noticed by the card and translated into arousal, tickling her already-stiff nipples and radiating through her tummy. She continued to dance sensuously, arms raised and small tits bouncing. Emmy, Emily's clone, smirked at her. "Dani," she said. If we want them to play cards, we may need to lift some of these earlier effects." "Right as always, Emmy," said Dani. She waved her hand and Emily was finally able to stop dancing. Immediately she pressed her hand to her chest, covering her small pert breasts. To her left, Lauren s