Mr. Rodgers was the manager of our "Panty Boy" Spa and Resort. It was one of such operations in the country and, like the rest, was almost printing money. Mr. Rodgers was a good manager who took care of his customers and the sissies who worked for him. And the sissies took care of him. All day and all night. If Mr. Rodgers had a limit in his love for sissies, no one had seen it yet.

Darkness. Paul held his hands in front of his face, but couldnt help but peak through his fingers. He looked around and realized that he was alone. He could of sworn a moment before that someone or something was in his room. He was now surrounded by emptiness. Paul pulled off the sheets and swing his shaven legs off the side of the bed.

The Queen asked, "Shall we begin your lessons on how to act and behave like a lady?" Dawn, who was very uncomfortable in her new clothes and new position in society replied, "Yes your majesty." "Good. First, you must learn to walk like a lady. Get up. You must walk across this room with a graceful sway to your hips. To make sure that you learn the correct posture, you will walk with this heavy book balanced on your head. If it drops, you will have to pick it up and start all over. We will continue with this exercise until you can walk without dropping the book. Begin." Dawn took the book that was handed to her and balanced it on her head like she was instructed.

It is Sunday afternoon and I sit waiting patiently for My sub, rachel to arrive. She has called and she is just a few minutes away. I always like to get together with rachel, she is such an obedient little slut, she does like to please Me and why not, Im her Mistress, she adores Me, she serves Me, her only purpose in life is to be there for My personal amusement. Actually rachel is a man who I dress as a woman, I always make her look so cute, I just cant seem to be able to keep My hands off of her when she is dressed.

I woke up in the hospital. I found out the thugs had broken my arm and a leg. They had fractured my skull with the blackjack. Add to that the several broken ribs and bruised organs, not to mention numerous cuts and bruises. I wore so many bandages I looked literally like I should have been on display at the museum in the ancient Egyptian exhibit.

I absolutely love sucking on a guyss soft cock. I love to lick his balls and get his entire crotch wet with my mouth juices. And of course, I love to listen to his every moan, his every deep breath, his cries out of pure pleasure as I am sucking and licking the center of my mans universe of pleasure, his divine cock. He loves my mouth slipping over every cell on his his soft cocks shaft, in and out, in and out of my mouth. Ohhh, it slips in so easily when its soft.

Andy sat at his desk staring at the report on the computer. He had been working all week on it to meet the Monday deadline. He had time, it was Friday night. Going to school during the summer wasnt the best idea he had had. But Andy needed to get his grade point average up so he enrolled in the small college near his home town. His parents didnt object when he said he was going to live in a dorm

I arrived that Friday night for our Youth groups annual sleepover wondering who was going to show up for night. My smile really lit up for the night when Alex the reverends son arrived in all his glory. I probably should say if you havent guessed Ive been lusting over this year old glory for awhile now, And that Im also one of the youth group leaders here. To kick our evening off we had our usual game of soccer in the hall, always a

I was sleeping over a my best friend Billys house, I was years old and he was . We had always been friends and loved to hang with each other all the time. It was late and time for bed. We were both sitting in Billys bed wearing nothing but our tight white briefs. We were talking about one of our favorite subjects, sex. Billy had kissed a girl which made him more experienced that myself. There we were talking about girls and I could feel myself getting a little hard. I kept my hands in my lap to try to cover it up.

I woke up feeling refreshed and very happy. Somehow the whole Keir, tattoo and revenge thing didnt seem so threatening. I dressed and then checked my e-mail before going downstairs. Jenny was slowly working her way back across the US. She was heading to Chicago to see some of our relatives. She wrote that I had to tell her EVERYTHING about my date with Bill. I smiled and typed out a response.