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Announcement: Stories Transfer to In the Shadows Erotica Blog

To help maintain organization with the blog, I will be moving The Taboo section to its own site: In the Shadow Erotica. I have already added some new art there to the existing stories and more soon will follow. I have not chosen yet a date for the complete transfer. Meaning that stories like Two Travelors, The Good Therapist and Just Our Secret will soon leave this blog and be available only on In the Shadow Erotica. I have yet to choose a date on that, but just know they will be still available, just not on here anymore. 

I may keep one story on here and have a link to the other blog. In the Shadow Erotica, as a bridge to the other site. will serve as blog for all the non feminization erotica I have worked on. I will not leave the Forced Feminization Illustration Art blog, it will continue to operate in all its sissy girly glory. I hope some of you will join us on the other blog as it gets built. 

Kisses, 

Annabelle B,

Taboo Stories updated/added

Hope you had a great 4th of July, the Taboo section has been added with some new art and stories for your enjoyment:

In Bleak Midwinter: During a trip back home Wendy and son Ryan face harsh snow conditions along England's rural roads. After picking him up from a sports competition. During the trip Wendy's struggles with her husbands emerge as well as Ryan's girlfriend issues, this leads to an unexpected intimate moment between the son and mother in In Bleak Midwinter

Coming of Age: There is a social club in Northern England with deep ties to its community and people with a secret tradition. That tradition is one that further strengthen the bonds of the members and for the fathers and daughters it acts as Coming of Age.

Dear Sisters: After a dull dinner with their spouses, three sisters embark on a "Gym Night" little do their husbands know they won't be getting a work out through the gym. 

(Links in tittles) 

New Story from Thorne: Mouse Trapped

Its been a while since I have posted a new story from the famous Thorne and a large part of course falls on me and I apologize. Thankfully Thorne is a kind benevolent writer.... well not towards his characters though, but Thorne is giving. Thorne has gifted the blog a brand new, exclusive story to this site with a bit of a surprise end! Thank you Thorne!!! 

Mouse Trapped  is about a young inexperienced virgin who accepts a job offer from a sweet, but dominant Miranda. Who essentially molds him into "Mousie" her sweet innocent beta cuck plaything. 

Sample:

"Are you really going to put that on me?" I dared to ask, forgetting my normal habit of not questioning her.  

"That's right, Mousie.  I ordered it early this morning, with special rush delivery.  In fact, you still have some money in your bank account, and since you're not allowed to use your credit card since I confiscated it, I thought it would be amusing to make you pay for your own enforced celibacy.  Isn't that clever of me?"

My mouth was dry.  I managed to say, "You're always so clever."

"That's one of the reasons you agreed to sign my contract and work here, in exchange for room and board, but without pay."  She chuckled.  "The added terms on that document made you like a piece of property I own, didn't they?"  She never tired of reminding me what I'd done to myself, in the hope of employment somehow leading to romance, which had brought my life so fully under her rule. 

Thorne's writing skills are fully on display in this erotic short with symbolism and metaphors as Mousie is subjected to the teases and humiliations of Miranda. Will Mousie be able to reclaim his masculinity or become more than a beta, more than a femboy, a Mouse Trapped!

Link:

Mouse Trapped

New Taboo Short Story: The Good Therapist

Alexa is young soon to be mom in the upper suburbs with a dark secret. During a family gathering she has to step outside after getting a call...

Sample:

'About time, mouse', she murmured in a vexed tone, 'How long can you be away?'

 'As long as you wish, Madam.'

  'Correct answer', she was told as she was ushered in and along a small entrance hall to the master bedroom.

   'Prepare yourself, mouse, immediately'.

Find out what Alexa is hiding with The Good Therapist in this taboo short erotica story written from new author "Kim."

Link:

The Good Therapist

Rikki Blackwell's The Marriage of Martin Hastings has arrived

 Hope you all had a great New Year! I have some great news everyone! Rikki Blackwell, the legendary (in my eyes) and for me the person that made me fall in love with this genre is allowing me the pleasure to archive and share the Marriage of Martin Hastings Saga here on the blog. Its the most recent version from Rikki, and I'm still adding the series, so please be patient. She left me with a lot. Thank you again Rikki, it is my hope you all can enjoy or discover the beautiful saga. For those that don't know, Martin Hastings is a story of a young wealthy man who is feminized and married off to a ultra wealthy man and discovers a wealth of secrets as he is turned and is forced to live the life of a male bride wife.

Link:

The Marriage of Martin Hastings (Chapter One)

New story from Kylie Gable now up! "Newlyweds"

The latest image is the cover Kylie Gable's Feminization Folio 21, its a collection of some of her more recent stories: The T&A in TA, Sissification of Brenda and The Newlyweds. In the foreground is the husband of Newlyweds bound and gagged in panties after being madeover by his wife and friends. In the middle is the teaching assistant from the TA story and in the background is Brenda from her sissy maid story witnessing the feminization of the other males with the ladies in the background enjoying the entertainment. It was done in photoshop as you can tell I was a bit rusty, but still had a blast doing it. I'm thinking of putting all the Kylie Folio images in the classic cover section of the blog.  

Speaking of which....we have a treat for you! The Newlyweds from Kylie Gable and Victoria Vaughn is now up on the blog. Kylie was so kind to gift us this lovely sexy story of hers to the blog. Thank you Kylie!

It was recently featured in Kylie Gable's  Feminization Folio 21. A story about newlywed husband Justin being feminized by his wife and her friends one evening. What sets this short story apart is that it is written like a ceremonial spiritual transition for a modern suburban male husband to a emasculated docile almost neutered (not literally of course) submissive role for all to witness as a trophy achievement of the ladies effort! Written by the gifted hand of the lovely Kylie Gable and Victoria Vaughn.

 Sample: 

 "Let's make you pretty now," I declared with a touch of mischief in my voice. Sarah handed me a dress, the fabric soft and delicate, a stark contrast to the restraints holding Justin. We maneuvered the garment over his head, guiding his bound arms through the sleeves. The hem fell into place, skimming his thighs with an almost teasing caress. Annie and Christine giggled as they adjusted the fit, tucking and smoothing until the dress hugged his form just right.

"Your transformation isn't complete without the perfect manicure," Sarah chimed in, brandishing a bottle of pink nail polish with a flourish. I grasped his hand, uncurling his fingers from their tense position. Carefully, I painted each nail, the brush strokes sure and even. The color was playful, a bubblegum shade that popped against his pale skin. Christine held up a hand mirror, angling it so Justin could catch glimpses of his painted nails.

"See? You can be beautiful too," I teased, blowing on the wet polish to speed the drying. The act itself was nurturing, yet laden with condescension. We were dressing him not for his pleasure, but for ours—a doll to be decorated and displayed.

"Almost done," I murmured, anticipation building within me. This was more than a game; it was a declaration, a new chapter in our relationship where I would lead, and he would follow. And as I looked down at Justin, dressed in femininity and bound by promise and metal, I knew we had crossed a threshold from which there was no return.

The soft bristles of the makeup brush danced across Justin's cheekbones, the contouring powder sculpting his face into a softer, more feminine visage. His eyes, though clouded with a mix of fear and resignation, couldn't look away from the meticulous transformation being made by my steady hand. I dipped the tip into a pot of shimmering eyeshadow, a hue that would make his blue eyes stand out, even if they were to be seen only by us.

"Keep still," I instructed gently, yet with an underlying firmness that reminded him of his place in this moment. My friends watched on, their presence an unspoken force that kept him anchored in his submissive role. Sarah chuckled softly as she handed me a slender tube of mascara, her eyes glinting with the same sense of control that pulsed through me.

"Flutter for me," I said as I approached Justin’s lashes with the wand, and he complied, the effect both bizarre and beautiful as his lashes thickened and darkened under the cosmetic. Christine passed me a lip pencil next, and with deliberate precision, I traced the outline of his muzzled mouth, shaping it into a pout before filling it in with a bright, arresting shade of red lipstick. The color mocked the silence behind the gag, a bold statement against the softness we forced upon his features.

"Perfect," Annie breathed out, her voice a melody of satisfaction. They each took turns admiring their handiwork, their laughs and nods casting a glow of approval over our makeshift salon. Their dominance, my dominance—it was woven into every stroke of the brush, every swipe of color. We had reshaped not just his appearance but the dynamic between us, etching it into the layers of foundation and blush.

Link: 

The Newlyweds

 

Trick and Treating isn't Over!

Shawna Summers has shared the continuation of her stories Dressed for Trick or Treat! And Working for Halloween!

John's feminization in Dressed for Trick or Treat 2 continues  as dress up is not over for John, It continues at the hands of Don and Chuck, they take him further into being their private slutty toy! However.... John seems to be enjoying some of the attention he is getting? An insurance "lock" is put in place! 

And in Working for Halloween 4, Tom serves Anna as she takes the lead in making him her sub! This time Tom "takes" it from a woman... 

Sample from Working for Halloween 4:

“I... I don't know,” I stammered. Blushing I said, “I really like going down on you.”

She practically purred, “Oh yes, well that's an easy one. How about me spanking you?”

I nodded and swallowed a little nervous, “Yes, Ma'am. I, well, I don't know if like is the right term, but I'll do that.”

“Good, girl,” she patted my head. “And you're good with me using the the strap-on again?”

I blushed a little, “Yes, Ma'am, I like that.”

“I seem to recall you REALLY like that,” she teased and I blushed deeper.

We talked through a few more things. Her making sure I was okay with her calling me names and she was allowed to take pictures among other things. I was down for all of it.

“Now, my little sissy girl, are you ready to be my little toy?” she asked.

I nodded, “Yes, Ma'am.”

Anna corrected me, “You will be addressing me as Mistress now.”

“Yes, Mistress,” I nodded.

“Now, get out of those clothes, I want to see what kind of lingerie you wore underneath.”

I began getting undressed, but she stopped me, “Slowly girl, make it a show for me.”

She smiled as she sat down and watched me expectantly. I took a breath to steady my nerves, then I looked at Mistress as I began to shake my ass to a slow song beat in my head. The smile on her face told me I was doing well, so I went to the same mode when I was at the costume shop and started shaking my ass and hips, making it a slow, sensual grind. 

“Oh yeah, you sure look like a dirty little sissy slut,” she purred. “Make me think you want it.”

I smiled as I continued to shake. I slowly  peeled my blouse off and used it to cover my bra and fake tits. I let the top slide  and kicked off one shoe. I then turned and bent completely over, pushing my ass right in front of Anna as I slid my other shoe off.

Sample From Dressed for Trick or Treat 2: 

I closed the door and opened my bag. I started pulling out my stuff. I laid everything out, to make sure I had it all. I’d only had a couple days to practice with the make-up, but I knew that would take the most time. So, I figured best to start there. Of course, once I started, my hands were shaking pretty bad because I was so nervous. So, I decided to wait and get dressed first instead.

I slipped on the garters and stockings. The stockings helped calm me a bit, such a delicious feeling. I started getting less nervous and more in the mood. I quickly pulled the panties up and tucked my rapidly growing hard-on away. I knew that wasn’t going to be wanted, at least not by them. I could feel the panties push against the plug that seemed like it was a part of my ass now.

I slipped the corset around my waist and tightened it as much as I could myself. I stopped and admired myself in the mirror. I wished I had bigger tits, but the corset sure helped make it look like I had some. I wondered briefly about inserts, I wasn’t sure how those worked, but I figured the boutique would probably have some. I felt a slight twinge of excitement on seeing myself. I couldn’t believe I was getting turned on looking at myself, but I had to admit, I looked pretty good.

I quickly moved to my make-up knowing that Don would be getting impatient. I know he probably didn’t care if my make-up looked good, but I did. It was weird, I knew I was just going to get fucked like a cheap hooker, but I still wanted to look good while I was used. That seemed kind of weird to me, but oh well.

Enjoy!

Links: 

Working for Halloween 4

Dressed for Trick or Treat 2 

Dressed for Trick or Treat 3

Short Story: Constance's Letter Approves of John Peters Use

My Dear Judith,

.     Just a friendly note to acknowledge and recognize the wonderful work you did to train Peters. He is a wonder at soothing my bruised pleasure centres after Edward has satisfied his manly needs. Heavens, I sometimes think he is trying to drive his whole body into me. I can understand why you miss Peters talents. I understand there is a South American substance that can be rubbed into his lips to make them puffier. I will be looking into it and if true I can not wait to feel those pillow lips of his locked onto my Valva as he goes to work. Of course, Edward also enjoys Peters. When I'm unavailable in the bedroom or I am exhausted, my dear Edward makes full use of Peters mouth and rear passage. 

       I know Charles is having a lot of fun with Peters replacement, but that does not help you. If you can persuade him to move him on. Edward has contacts in the middle east. It is considered the height of sophistication to be able to offer visiting Bedouin, the use of a straight European man. A bit like our traditions. They also have far less restrictions on how long you can strap down your own property. If he is broken in, but not broken in spirit that can be considered more valuable. They like the thrill of the chase. 

    Charles could then move onto that cocky young blonde accountant that has just started in his office. Wouldn't you like to be hanging onto a couple of ribboned blonde pig tails as his pretty pink lips soothed your afterglow once he has been re-educated?

      I will be asking Wilcox to make Peters up to parlour maid. I need him in a clean uniform and with soft hands at all times. I never know when Edward will have an Urgent need and I want Peters to be ready to take a deposit or for clean up when needed. I know Wilcox will not be happy about it. He doesn't agree with giving Seed Suckers any sort of status. He doesn't think they handle stress very well and he does not think it reflects well on the estate. Peters has really worked hard on his appearance and if you didn't know him before you would never guess he was a fairy boy so I'm not necessarily concerned. Be well.

Your Sincere Friend,

Constance Baskerville

Countess of Stagmore 

    (Written by Tulips Fancy)

Short Story: Tulip Feels Better on the Bus to Work

Tulip Fancy

After an significant night, our girl Tulip has accepted being the lady in the marriage, she has a new outlook on life.

    After last night's event, I woke up with a new sense of peace. I swung my legs out of bed and immediately felt the after effects of last night's congress. But somehow, I was grateful of my place in life. Despite the initial humiliation I had felt at the time, I understood it was for my own good as the lady in the marriage. Being the submissive one and receiving my wife's love came with the natural discharge leaving me relaxed and anxiety free.  

    I got past my discomfort and went to get a load of washing on. It's so much easier if I can get it on the line before my laces are tightened. I set the breakfast things out and went back up to do my hair and makeup. My wife was just coming out of the shower when she gave my butt a firm SMACK! I yelped, she knew I was still sore and feeling very open from last night. 

"I love how you walk the morning after," she smiled knowing how it takes a while for the soreness to subside from being ravished last night. With that,  I could not resist putting my arms around her neck and offer her my lips. She wrapped me in her arms and invaded my mouth with her probing tongue. When we broke off, she asked what was that for. I just said, "thank you for loving me."

    Getting dressed for work has become second nature. mixing and matching my black and white skirts and tops, selecting my underwear and coordinating my nail polish, lipstick, makeup and hair accessories. I am now able to hook on my stays in front, crossing my arms at the front grabbing hold of the laces and tightening them as best I can. I tie them off and continue dressing in the rest of my underwear. Normally before sitting down and doing my make-up and hair my wife will check my stays and quite often retighten them calling me a weak sally for not pulling hard enough. Today she encircled my waist with her hands and ran them up my torso. Saying how happy she was that the flesh was being pushed up to improve my bust. 

    Four years ago, I thought I had a chest. Now it is only ever referred to as my bust. Monsieur Rabanna's preference is that I wear my hair up. He thinks it is classier and more professional. sitting down at my vanity I was reminded again of my wife's passion. While doing my hair and make-up I decided that as I had chosen to wear my Valentine's Day stockings, I would wear the jacket that went with my skirt and a less fancy blouse to seem more business-like. I was conscious of Monsieur Rabanne's guidance to not up stage the customers. 

      We left the house about the same time. She drove off and I walked to the bus stop. I could hear the click of my black courts on the pavement. There were the normal people at the bus stop and another guy I didn't recognize. I instinctively knew he had noticed my stockings as I turned to face the road and it made me wonder if I had done the right thing by wearing them. The bus came and we all got on and sat where we could. I opened my handbag and makeup purse for my compact and immediately noticed the two condoms there. I checked my face and closed everything up. I settled back and daydreamed out the window. All my worries of the last week or two had melted way. 

    Every bump in the road reminded me that my wonderful wife had just been worried about my safety. I doubt there are many husbands that could count on such support. She has said, 'we will keep practicing until I can handle any situation or demand and come out of it without injury or disease.' 

    I had never realized, I was under such threat. As I looked out the window at the men in the street I wandered if any of them were dangerous. If so, how do you tell? Would I be able to handle them now? I doubted it but with my wife's help maybe soon. 

    None of these thoughts could break the good mood I was in. There were two ladies coming in today that I quite liked. Both were very classy but nice and not demeaning in anyway. One was coming in for the second fitting for a hat she would be wearing to a race meeting in a couple of months and the other had changed her mind about the dress she would be wearing to a garden party at the palace. This meant a new hat would be needed. I knew how both these ladies took their tea and looked forward to serving them. There is just something about ladies of that class. In the shop I had plenty to keep me busy. It was going to be a good day. I felt loved and useful.

Short Story: John Peters Gets a Letter from His Wife....

Dear John,

  It's lovely to hear you are settling in on the Stagmore Estate. It's been a few months since I've had you to clean up Sir Charles's out pourings. I never appreciated your skill until you were gone. Sir Charles is having a lot of fun with your replacement. He was always really disappointed with you. He said your manliness was only skin deep and peeled away with a stern look. In contrast your replacement still needs to be held down after four months by two footmen for Sir Charles to make a deposit. Although I believe he has started too involuntary orgasm into the pink fairy soupy cup when Sir Charles lets fly with his hot jet. As you know there will be no going back for him now.  He will start to rationalize it in his head. Tell himself delusional little stories to make himself feel better, but as you know he will not orgasm again unless he is consuming meat and the natural juices that goes with it. I'm not sure he will ever make it in service. He seems far too rough. Maybe they will send him down to the docks to service the sailors when the ships come in.  

Billeting you with Jenkins must be a comfort to you. A girl needs the reassuring presents of a strong man lying next to her. All those years I had to put up with you taught me that. I gather the countess is pleased with your clean up skills and I must say I'm jealous.  I believe the Earl has now got your throat working properly and you will be entertaining the beaters after the shoot this weekend. That must be a great honour for you. I am so proud of you. Sir Charles never had the patients to teach you properly. I'm glad the Earl was able to spend those long evenings with you under his card table on poker nights. I'm sure going through the knees of all those stockings has been worth it.   

You're ever loving and now totally satisfied wife.

Mistress Judith.

     (Written by Tulip Fancy)

Tuesday Tuilp: Tulip learns to protect himself.

Tulip Fancy

Its the moment of truth for Tulip time (From the POV of Tulip's Wife)

It was something I'd been thinking about for a while. Having Tulip on his knees in front of me fitting a condom to my strap-on. I thought it was a gap in his feminine education that needed to be "plugged."

 Seeing him down there with his manicured nailed fingers sliding it down the shaft would be such a turn on. I had noticed a few weeks back that when entering him there wasn't the same level of resistance from his sphincter and I was not getting the same sharp intake of breath and muffled squeal I had when I first claimed him. I thought I could either get a bigger strap on which would keep happening, or give him a rest and let him tighten up again. I did know it was important to me that he felt stretched and couldn't help but vocalize it when I drove into him. I wanted him to feel helpless on the end of my shaft. It made me feel powerful and turbo charged my own orgasm. 

      Something I was very proud of was feeling him back into me and wiggle his little tush when we were spooning at night. I'm not sure if he knew he was doing it but it was definitely an invitation in my mind and a sign he expected me to invade his body and was looking forward to it. That and extinguishing his erection instinct are my biggest accomplishments with him. Kelly's work with his style and appearance have really turned him into a little doll. When I look at him sometimes and he unconsciously does something against all masculine instincts and I think back to what I started with I can't help but feel proud and not a little moisture in my pants.

  After cleaning up the kitchen and hanging up his pinny,  he came into the lounge room and ask me to unbutton the back of his blouse and loosen his stays. He returned from upstairs with his little caddie of nail care paraphernalia, in a nighty and robe. I knew they had bought him some strappy sandals for Sunday's BBQ. Watching him sitting on the floor concentrating on painting his toe nails like it was the most natural thing in the world was turning me on more and more. Before he could start the other foot, I said to come and sit with me for a while.

 He knew it was something serious by the tone of my voice. I said I wanted to talk about his safety. He was aware of the effect he has on men which causes him a great deal of embarrassment when I point it out. I said that now he was traveling and shopping alone that I wanted him to carry protection. Not all men are gentlemen as he knows. He might find himself alone with one of these men in a situation where he can't call for help or fight back. In that case the best option is to beg them to allow you to fit them with a condom to save you from an STD. All colour had now drained from his face and I thought he was going to be ill. I had hold of both of his hands and reassured him that we would practice so he would be ready if need be. I told him to go and get my Girl Maker and the condoms from the bathroom.  

    I was pleased the rest I had given him over the last two or three weeks, really did the trick. I could feel the resistance on the way in and he was in top voice until he came like a girl. The ribbing on the condom could have helped as well. I guided him through putting it on. The smell of his processed hair gently rising to my nostrils as he knelt in front of me was nearly enough to set me off. I cautioned against damaging the condom with his nails or worst still scratching a protentional violent man. I really enjoyed it and he bought into the whole story. I said we would practice every couple of weeks and he would have to work on his begging. He agreed that he should keep a couple of condoms in his makeup purse from now on. He would see them every time he pulled out his compact and know he was safer. 

He never did get to repaint his other foot's toe nails that night....

Kassima Card: Happy Father's Day

Happy Father's Day everyone, I wonder how many fathers will be in skirts and panties today? Hmm... This year's card is based Priscilla's "La Chic Sissy." The story of rich Southern California teen who is feminized by a wealthy Arab man. This story differs from others as there is a cultural element in the transformation and also a revenge subplot involving the deadbeat father. He is renamed after being feminized and is made into the concubine of "her" lover.

The card is set a few months after the events of the story where the mother Nina send a Father's Day Card to her ex featuring her former son Casey now submissive wife Kassima!

Last Year

This Year

Link:

La Chic Sissy

 

(Short Story) Reply to the Request For Ownership Transfer

Peters,

     I find it the height of impertinence that a floor scrubber would give them self the title of "Mr" in correspondence with an Earl. This shows a deficiency in your training. Sir Charles is rather liberal in his attitude to training new staff. I am not. In deed, I would not of excepted your letter had it not come from Stockton Manor.

    However, The butler does inform me that there is a vacancy for a House Maid. If you are open to having your deficiencies corrected, he may see you.

    Your performance the other night was also severely lacking. Your lack of control over the muscles in your anal passage was obvious. At present you are just a cum dump and I could never offer you to my guests. My Chauffeur Jenkins will be able to help you with that. I do however hope you are more competent with your female hygiene duties as Countess Stagmore very much enjoys the gentle touch.

 You are welcome to continue your studies in your spare time but you will never rise to lady's maid with us. You simply do not have the character for such a significant role.

  In future address your correspondence to the Butler Wilcox.

Edward Baskerville

15th Earl of Stagmore 

(written by Tulip Fancy)

(Short Story) Application for Transfer of Ownership

Sir,

      I am writing to you at the suggestion of my current Master and Mistress. They are aware that you visited my room on the night of your last visit and honored me with your seed. I have been in service with them since Sir Charles liberated my wife from the unsatisfying existence she had with me.

     I have two years' experience as a house maid. I have on occasion filled in as Parlour Maid. On my half day off, I have been studying hair and makeup. In the evenings I practice my stitch work in the hope of rising to Lady's Maid.

    I was "broken and broken in" by Sir Charles and was taken by one of the stable lads while taking an airing in the grounds one evening. Other than that, yours is the only seed I have taken. I douche regularly as required. I still attend to my wife's hygiene after Sir Charles has "taken her to Heaven" and hope to return to the manor when her current Ladies maid retires.

   Until then Sir Charles feels it better if I acquire experience in a different house hold. He is breaking in a new house maid at the moment and will soon require my room. When Sir Charles took ownership of us, he also took ownership of our property. He has put it in trust for the use of my owner to meet any training, medical procedures or uniforms I might need.

  I hope you can find a place for me in your household in whatever capacity you deem fit. Sir Charles has supplied a written reference.  

Hopefully to soon be your obedient servant.

Mr John Peters

House maid Stockton Manor.

(This was written by Tulip Fancy)

Thursday Tulips: Tulips Painful Memory.

Tulip Fancy

Our favorite emasculated housewife recalls a moment when she got a pair of earrings  and lost a bit of her masculinity..

    I took my new earrings out of the little white paper bag. It was the first time I had bought something for myself without Kelly or my wife's approval. I had walked past the stall in the square near my shop every day. I did stop and look a couple of times but never got up the courage to buy anything until today. 

    They were little red and green glass hanging earrings. I wasn't sure if they would go with anything I owned, but I was attracted to them for some reason. I had very little jewelry, costume or real and noticed through my dealings in the shop that women had a variety and rarely wore the same ones every day.

    I took the sleepers out of my ears and slowly started to blush as the memories of the first time I had been made to wear them came flooding back. It was a day when I had greatly angered my wife. I was supposed to play golf that day. When I went to dress after breakfast, I found what I now knew to be my sports bra had been replaced with a very feminine women's bra. I called down to my wife and she said, 'I no longer needed that level of posture support and a normal bra would do.' I was shocked, but put it on noticing it had the same enhancements and weight as my old one but with the lace cups and feminine touches. I did not want to look in the mirror for fear of what I would see. I went to the bed and stepped into the girdle and held my pipe between my legs with the pad that had been added to my daily underwear over the last few weeks to give the front of my pants a cleaner line. 

    It too was more feminine than my usual plain white one and probably matched the bra. I picked up the yellow shorts which I hadn't seen before and stepped into them. They were a bit bright. With a really short fly and an odd looking button on the waist band. The front was really tight and the back seemed to lift my padded bottom. Just then my wife came in and laughed at my struggles with the shorts. Then it dawned on me. These were woman's shorts and buttoned high on my waist making the fly useless for my anatomy. She reminded me it was useless any way with a pantie girdle. That's when I embarrassed myself, said a lot of things I later regretted after I felt the full force of nature that is my wife. I have never forgotten the sense of shame and pain that receiving that level of correction gave me that morning. Needless to say, I didn't play golf that morning. She held me in her lap, petting me and soothing my emotions until I calmed myself and apologized for my behavior. Then redressed in my new shorts and the salmon collared tee shirt that did nothing to hide the high waist band of the tight yellow shorts, or the lines of my new bra straps. 

    She walked me out to her car and opened the door and seated me painfully and buckle me in. We didn't speak much as she drove. She kept her hand on my bare thigh and gave it a possessive squeeze every now and then. I had no idea where we were going. We stopped outside a row of shops and went into the chemist. She asked if they did ear sleeper piercing. They did. I sat down gingerly in a chair and the lady commented on my red puffy eyes. My wife explained that I had been begging her for piercings and we fought about it. "Looks like she won," the lady said giggling using the feminine pronoun. Which made me turn scarlet and within five minutes, I had been what I thought at the time was marked for life! She held my hand as we walked back to the car. I somehow found the courage to accuse her of just wanting me to be a girl. 

    My wife stopped, put her arms around me and said, "You will never be a real girl. But you will be my girl." She then pushed her face next to mine and forced her mouth on mine. Pushing my head back and forcing me to except her tongue! I felt all strength leaving me as I surrender to her probing my mouth deep and accepted the support of her strong arms. I felt a bit of my masculinity shrink that day as she squeezed my bum with her free hand. 
 

    Now as I put my new earrings in and look in the mirror, I can see that I would look odd without them.

New! Erotica Author's Corner Interview: Carolyne Sweet (Digital Artist)

Digital Artist Carolyn Sweet's interview is now available to read. Her subjects are crossdressers and transvestites set in the workplace office where they are in roles of submissiveness and are the subject of attention. 

I have to admit this was a deeper interview than I anticipated.

Of course we cover Carolyne's art and subjects, but we go deeper into how the city life, office culture, her own French background both culturally and professionally inform and inspire her artwork. 

We also cover more sensitive topics such as labels, we cover the controversy of AI Art and so much more! This is a deep dive into the flirty erotic art of Carolyne Sweet. 

Sample:

The diversity of scenarios: I draw a lot of inspiration from my own experience for the situations in which my transvestites find themselves. Despite their efforts to be decent, my heroines are nonetheless desirable. Their elegance triggers desire in those around them, and as a result they are completely overwhelmed by events and experience strong emotions.

My transvestites are often excited by their cross-dressing, but surprised by the desire they arouse in men. They had never imagined such reactions, and even less a sexual relationship. But they're going to have to cope with it! In French we say “passer à la casserole!”

Others have taken the plunge and are living with a partner. In this case, they have to deal with completely new and emotionally charged relationship problems, with their new family, parents-in-law, children, and also deal with the practical problems of being a wife, cooking, cleaning, daily life, etc.

Carolyn Sweet Interview 

Bobbi Mare's new book: Cleanup Cuckold for the Black World Order

Bobbi Mare has a new book available in her New Black World Order series, dealing with a world where a new system and hierarchy is established to subjugate and emasculate males. her books look into attitudes toward gender, sexuality, and relationships. 

From Bobbi Mare:

The stigmas and prejudices of the past have been largely erased, making natural white submission and bisexual cuckoldry easier for all genders to accept — except when the older generation fights stubbornly against it.

And that’s where our story begins, with a mature cuckold chafing against the new reality, hating that any black man walking the street has a higher claim on his wife than him, and fed up with not being a man or a woman, but a whiteboi, treated not like a woman, but like a lower class of woman.

Until his wife’s Master catches him in an embarrassing position and demands a choice – suffer life as a reluctant, humiliated whore, or enjoy it as an aspiring black-owned cuckold in training.

Sample:

“Okay, see you later, Ken!” Genny’s keys jangled loudly in the otherwise silent kitchen as she called to me from across the house. “After dinner, I am going to entertain some of Carl’s yummy, black, well-hung friends, so don’t wait up!”

Inwardly, I cringed, but I forced myself to sound sincere when I cried back, “Have fun!”

Have fun. Seriously? Why didn’t I just fucking man up and tell her how much I hated it that any black man walking the street had a higher claim on my wife than I did? Why couldn’t I tell her how much it angered me to know what kind of debauchery she was getting up to, and how disgusted it made me feel when she came home stinking of other men’s cum?

How infuriated I felt to be standing in my own house, dressed in a skirt and blouse, still with fucking heels on my feet because my wife insisted I needed to build up my arches. How much I hated the eyeshadow, eyeliner, lipstick, and blush I had to wear every day. How fed up I was with not being a man or a woman, but a whiteboi, some new gender of the Black New World Order, leaving me stuck somewhere in between.

I heard the door slam shut behind her and cursed myself for wasting yet another chance to let her know how I really felt. The truth was, I was afraid of what she might say if I were to confront her. The rise of the BNWO had invalidated white marriages, so she didn’t owe me anything. I was a white male, the lowest of the low, without even the legal protections of blacked property. One word from her and I’d be out on my ass, free for any black man to claim, and powerless to resist.

“Forget about it,” I told myself with a sigh. “The house is yours for the night, and you know what that means.” I hummed softly to myself as I made a slow, leisurely circuit of the main floor, locking the doors, drawing the blinds, and strategically nudging a few pieces of furniture into the way of anybody coming in. As eager as I was to get started, Genny could be pretty scatter-brained at times, and I didn’t want her coming back for something and stumbling across my dirty little secret.

I hated that it had to be such a secret.

Still counting the minutes inside my head, I strolled casually down the hall to the bathroom. Genny had a bad habit of piling dirty clothes behind the door, trusting me to pick them up and drop them into the wash. The more she’d fallen under the sway of her black boyfriends, the more time she spent out of the house, the more I’d been stuck with housework, humiliated into ‘proper’ whiteboi domestication.

I didn’t mind things like dishes or vacuuming, and aside from feeling the weight of judging eyes on me from black shoppers, I liked getting out to do groceries. Laundry, though, was the one thing I loathed above all others. Every item of Genny’s clothing that I picked up just reminded me of how much she’d changed since our state voted to join the BNWO. Gone was the classy, professional woman I’d married, replaced by a scantily clad slut who dressed to arouse. Everything she wore smelled of black men’s cologne, their sweat, their cum, and sometimes even their piss.

And yet, at the same time, there was a small part of me that looked forward to the desperate hunt for laundry treasures. She entertained her black friends in our bedroom on a regular basis, and it was their clothing, discarded and forgotten, that I so craved. In a world where white men like myself were forced into panties, stockings, women’s slacks, and women’s blouses, there was an undeniable thrill in slipping into even something as simple as a forbidden pair of briefs and socks.

If she ever found out about what had become my secret fetish, I was pretty sure I’d have two ex-wives on my hands, but what did she expect me to do? I’d been emasculated, stripped of my dignity, and she hadn’t touched me sexually in over a year. I was so fucking horny, but it was damned near impossible to get a hardon when you’re dressed like some 1950s housewife.

It was no wonder I resorted to such drastic measures.

❤️ Bobbi

Author of nasty, trashy, taboo erotica

http://bobbimare.com/

Book:

Cleanup Cuckold for the Black World Order

Tulip Tuesday Short Story: Tulip Learns to Keep His Shoulders Back

Tulip Fancy

Our favorite feminized housewife recalls a moment years ago when she was first called Tulip

I was grateful for her concern about my posture and her efforts to stop me slouching. We had not been seeing each other long and it felt good to have someone care that much about me. Her gentle reminders to keep my shoulders back and chin up. I hadn't realized I had a problem until she pointed it out. The biggest problem she said, was going to be when I was at work and she couldn't remind me. That's when she came up with the idea of a harness. I was a bit skeptical but happy for her help. When I took my shirt off, she came back with one of her sports bras. It wasn't what I was expecting but put my arms up when she said it was just to find out my size. It was quite large on me but she said it gave her an idea of my correct size. When I lifted my arms for her to take it off me, she noticed the little patch of hair under my arm pits. She turned her nose up and said I should get rid of that; it is very unhygienic. Something else I had not realized. 

When she came home from work it was later than normal. I was in the garage trying to practice my swing. I had just taken up golf, but could not seem to get the hang of it. She seemed a little put out when she saw me. How come I had not started dinner yet? I felt embarrassed and a little ashamed. The tone she used made me feel even smaller than usual. I put my head down and confessed that I didn't know how to cook. Up until now I had just chopped what she told me to and she did the cooking. Well, that's going to change she said walking back in. I instinctively knew I was expected to follow. She cooked while I was a kitchen hand. The atmosphere was a bit frosty and I vowed to myself that I would win back her favor.  

Once dinner was cleared away, she bought a bag into our room and told me to take my shirt off. Once I had stripped down, she bought out a white garment that looked like a smaller version of her sports bra I had tried on earlier. I was expecting something with straps and buckles. Not wanting to seem difficult I let her pull it down over my torso. I let her turn me this way and that. She adjusted a couple of things at the back and on the shoulders. There did seem to be some weight to it as if it was slightly enhanced and the bottom band seemed to dig in and lift my chest a little. She had me stand back and then walk up and down the room. I could definitely feel there was extra weight at the front that caused me to pull my shoulders back. 

"That is a dramatic improvement," she said as I noticed her mood lighten.

She got me to stand in the middle of the room and put one hand on my hip. I was happy she was smiling again. 

"Yes," she said with a smile. "That is much better Tulip."

She came over and took one of my hands and led me back to the arm chair, sat down and pulled me down onto her lap. 

"Did you just call me Tulip? "I asked. 

"With your thin stem and big hair, you just reminded me of a Tulip," she said nibbling at my neck. 

I wasn't happy with the feminine connotation, but I could feel her breath on my neck as she cuddled my semi naked body and decided to concentrated on not allowing my penis to become stiff having just got back in her good books.  I knew my tongue would be busy that night.....

Surrender Sunday: (May 5, 2024) Illustration from Various Artists

Some images I found on twitter mostly focusing on femdom and emasculation. I don't own or claim to own any of the images. Just want to share them with you all lovely people. Happy Sunday.