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Life can be truly unbearable for the average male if he is suddenly caught in a pair of frilly girl’s lace panties by one of the girls who works for him. It is obscenely humiliating when the “boss” is an Ensign in the US Navy and is caught in the act by one of his female enlisted subordinates. I know that some of you fantasize about getting caught, and we might subconsciously desire female domination and humiliation; but believe me, experiencing it is quite a different matter! I’ve always been a casual cross dresser, very content to play dress-up games in the privacy of nearby hotel and motel rooms. The Navy doesn’t take kindly to having its men mixing satin and lace with its regulation uniforms. I never took any of my stash (which mainly consisted of several pairs of panties, slips, bras, garter belt, stockings, and panty hose) to work, and even rented a locker off base to keep my secret passion. Since I wasn’t assigned to a ship, but had a four-year tour at a naval base on the east coast, I had ample opportunity to indulge my fantasy life after putting in a full day’s work. This calm and private existence was shattered when I took over the management of an office within the local supply department at the base. The office had five enlisted women assigned to it. This was fairly typical since there are few opportunities for women to serve aboard ships, and shore bases usually get more than their share of Waves. All of the girls were under twenty-five years of age, and they were all rather attractive. I was especially attracted to a young Wave named Linda. She was a stunning twenty year old with long shapely legs and a very tight ass. She really filled out her uniform, and kept most of the men she passed in a state of semi-erection. Even when wearing the normal work uniform of dungarees (Navy for jeans) and a blue work shirt, it was hard to keep your eyes off that girl.

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The understanding came, like a black dove over smoky waters. I’d known I was a submissive and that to pursue that would doubtless entail enduring some pain; but I had never dreamed I could enjoy it. To relish and desire it. Not until that day. Not until She had finished. I could do little more than hang by my fetters, savoring the strong, pulsing burn deep inside my violated body. I knew it was pain; that it should FEEL like pain, but it didn’t. It felt good. Pain was what was happening to my cock and balls. Pain was the feeling that they would turn black and drop off. Pain was the feeling that it would be a relief if they did. The torment there in some way helped throw the voluptuous glee I now took from my stretched and battered rectum into sharp relief. They defined one another; almost needed each other to exist. Mistress Kathleen must have noticed the drugged-out look of rapture in my eyes, for She became extremely concerned and quickly tore the penis gag away. “kevin? Are you all right?” “Yes Mistress,” I replied, my voice soft and dreamy. I don’t think She was convinced, for She began to hastily extract me from my various bondage devices, but when She got to the “jockstrap” I cried out in protest. “Please Mistress, no!” She pulled away, astonished. So, I explained the way my body felt at that moment, and how I desperately wanted it to linger as long as possible. my words then weren’t nearly as polished as they are now, but She eventually understood. And She was very pleased at this, too. Much to my great disappointment, however, She still refused to remove the shoes. As She led me across the room, She commented on my tottering gait. “We simply must teach you how to walk in those one of these days.” She sighed. “But you’re just so cute like this. Like a little newborn foal trying to stand for the first time.” She smiled at me wickedly. “And maybe someday my sweet little foal will grow up and become a nice, strong pony for his Mistress. Wouldn’t that be nice, foalboy? “Yes Mistress.”

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Sigi’s final attempt to salvage dignity and control fled when his new Mistress forced the intruder home, penetrating him as none ever before, and his thoughts fled far from the room in which she’d imprisoned him. He knew he could take no more of her torture and his howl of despair told her he was finally overcome. He did not, could not see through eyes crushed mercilessly to the carpet how frightening were her eyes as the corners of her ruby lips tilted upward in her private pleasure at her victory, excellent ending to a day which had started miserably in gray rain and discovery that her favorite had fled. This, however, was later. Rain began her day. Gray sky and a gray mist of rain pounding, pounding, pounding hour after hour on the slate roof of the old house. She had determined never be upset at the sudden departure of a slave, Jason, her favorite, and was angry with herself to discover herself wondering and worrying whether or not that magnificent bastard would be back. With a house full of perfectly trained, acquiescent, and dutiful males it was absurd to have concern at the flight of any single particular pet. She ought not’ve allowed him become special to her. It had happened unawares, maybe because he was more trouble, toil and discord than the others. She prided herself on remaining evenly dominant without favoritism over the stable of males collected over the past two years. Men representing the diversity life and society. Some lasted two years, one or two didn’t last the week. Having been left her only uncle’s fortune she’d given up her career in sales management and became a changed woman. Interior designers transformed the inherited house in sympathy with her personality change. It became a chamber of erotic delight with shades, colors, light, dark, and furniture which defied convention. A sultry abode of passion liberated, passion she’d successfully buried deep during her corporate years. With money one could do much, much. Sigi, for example, a recent applicant she decided to phone, invite to her house and break in this gray wet day to distract herself from the loss of Jason.

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Kathy stood by the front door of Cox Shoe Store waiting for the last few customers of the day leave. It was almost five o’clock and she had a lot to do before Mark picked her up to go to the movies. As luck would have, however, at five to five another customer walked through the door. Kathy groaned to herself, “Why me?!?” She looked to see if either of the other salesgirls were free, but no such luck, they were both still showing shoes to the two ladies still seated in the try on chairs. Kathy moved towards the fiftyish lady who was by now looking at a display of high healed evening shoes and asked, “May I help you ma’am?” “Yes,” she replied, “I’m looking for a pair of black patent leather pumps, something like these, maybe.” The lady was holding a popular black pump with three and one half inch heals. Kathy directed the woman to sit down so she could measure her foot. Kathy helped the lady slip of her shoe and slid it into the foot measurer. The woman had on a pair of very expensive silk stockings that clung to her perfectly shaped ankle and foot. As Kathy adjusted the position of her foot, she thought that she heard the lady make a small gasp. Kathy looked up to see if everything was okay. The woman caught her with a steady gaze, but gave no sign of there being a problem. Kathy made the necessary measurements and announced that she needed to find a 7b in black patent leather pumps.

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“I think he looks just darling,” Margo said enthusiastically, “I actually believe he could pass, what do you think!?!” “Mmmmm, “she” does look pretty,” replied Dina, “let’s take him to the mall and find out!!!” Don Warren stood helplessly in front of his wife, Dina, and her best friend, Margo, while the two talked about him as if he weren’t even there!!! Ten years ago when he married Dina he knew that she had a very dominant personality, but not until several years into their marriage did he find out just how strong willed and forceful she could be!!! The culmination of her handy work was now staring back at him in the full length mirror in their bedroom, and unfortunately and embarrassingly for him, his wife and her also dominant friend had transformed him from a normal healthy male, into a cross dressing transvestite!!! After having given him a bath, the two women removed all the hair from his body, save his head, leaving him baby smooth and hairless!!! Then much to his horror, Dina produced frilly feminine under things for him to wear under a leather mini skirt and silk blouse, and after applying makeup and a wig, Don had to admit that with the possible exception of the size of his hands and feet, it was almost impossible to tell that he wasn’t really a woman!!! While he sat silently in the back seat of the car, the two women chatted casually at how pretty “Donna” looked, land how surprised another man would be if he stuck his hand up “Donna’s” skirt and felt his “vagina”!!! “What do you think would happen if a big stud pulled down her panties,” Dina laughed!?! “He’d probably flip her over and fuck her in the ass,” replied Margo while trying to contain her laughter, “or he might just pull out his own cock and make out little “Donna” suck him off, how’d you like that, little girl, how’d you like to suck a big hard cock!?!” When Don didn’t reply, Dina halfway turned around to face him and snapped, “Margo asked you a question, cunt, now answer her or I’ll stop the car and make you wish that you had!!!” With tears welling up in his eyes, he softly replied, “No, I wouldn’t like that at all!!!” “That’s better,” Dina replied evenly, “but of course you realize, that you have absolutely nothing to say about it, don’t you cunt, and stop your crying, you’re gonna make your makeup run!?!” And in and even smaller voice he replied, “Yes, ma’am, I know it!!!”

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