The Sissy Humiliation Bundle: Books 1-5

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Horror Writing | Screenplay Writing | How To Write | Write Books | Read Write | Writing Tips | Writing Tools | Writing Community Her full head of long platinum-white hair was fluffed and teased into a huge halo around her head. Myrna had the most beautiful skin I have ever seen on a 60-year-old woman. Firm and darkly tanned, she looked magnificent -- and frighteningly sexy. Ooops, I almost forgot,” exclaimed Carolyn, rushing to the closet once more. After briefly searching, she turned with a small white patent leather clutch and a pair of white glace gloves in her hands. “We can't have you going and forgetting your purse, now can we Christine?” she grinned. The gloves, though snug, fit over my hands, ending just above the wrist in a ruffled lace cuff.

We learn about sex in a way that links sexuality with shame. Whether told directly or absorbed indirectly through culture, most of us hear far more about who and what we ‘shouldn’t’ do, the risks involved, and the potential damage (real or imagined) our sexual behaviors may cause," explains Sarah Melancon, Ph.D, a sociologist, clinical sexologist, and resident expert at The Sex Toy Collective. Before half-retiring, Helen worked for almost three decades in the same luxury ladies salon. Maybe this is where everything started for Brit. While everybody who worked in the salon over the years used to do everything, hair styling, skin care, manicure and pedicure...etc; Helen was the only one with specialty. She was the foot girl. This is how she was called by almost all clients and most of her colleagues in the salon and even her bosses. I knew from Day One that you were no man. Certainly not man enough for MY daughter! I really am very happy she found Tyrone. Now THERE's a REAL MAN!"After about a half-hour, I wasn't even a quarter-way through the pile. It was then that Myrna returned and sat in her makeup chair behind me. I could see her reflection in the mirror, as she looked me up and down. Sure, she will be deviating from her mother’s philosophy. But who said her mother figured everything right? Why can’t she take the initiative once in her life? But of course, I'm sure she'll want to look and smell her best on her first time out to eat,” Aunt Mary responded, her voice equally serious in tone. As if on cue the tormentor, captor, and teasing sex goddess known as Miss Sophia entered the room, strutting around while her body threatened to burst through the silk nightie she wore today. “How’s my favorite little baby today, hmm?” She cooed, looking over Hero’s altered body with a smile. “Fine.” he huffed. He followed her gaze down to his crotch which had swelled with his nocturnal accident and bore an obvious yellow stain. “Looks like somebody’s grumpy because they need a change.” She prodded at the squishy mass between his legs, eliciting the telltale crinkle and squelch of a well-soaked diaper. Hero didn’t respond and just looked at the woman crossly. While he tried to keep his demeanor stoic, he knew he was using it as a mask to hide his burning arousal and growing hopelessness. From the minute Sophia entered the room wearing the nightie Hero had been staring, but her prodding fingers on his nappy caused a stirring in his loins.

I am a Caucasian woman, 33 years old. I believe I am not bad looking, but I can’t claim I am so beautiful, and I am sorry for that. I try to dress elegantly and in a bit conservative way. I am 163cm tall, and weigh 60kg. My body is a bit tiny but well coordinated. My skin is fair, my eyes are brown and I have brunette hair. I hope that meet your satisfaction. I was more confidant of going out to eat with my two kind hosts. Carolyn told to me to sit down at the vanity bench and I did so gracefully and in a girly manner. Don't you just adore this wonderful petticoat, honey?” Aunt Mary asked, giving the skirt a shake. An almost imperceptible moan escaped from my lips, as the loud frou-frou and the silken touch of the lace brushing my nylon-sheathed thighs seemed to envelope me in a kind of soft cloud.

This time Brit looked with a pleading eyes at the girl who was sitting above her: “please” was all she managed to say Seriously! This is so frustrating. We are all obliged to follow the rules. Everything for us is by the book. But she has a pass to do whatever the hell she wants. I know you heard the rumors about the way she treats with her assistant” Julie said Let’s explore what humiliation really is in BDSM, why people are so wild about it, and how to practice it safely (if you’re down to clown). What humiliation play is in a kink context. You’re on a leash, on the floor, being told you’re a disgusting animal. Your partner puts a high heeled shoe up to your face and demands you kiss their foot.You do it.They bring out a paddle and give you a spanking. They spit on you. You endure it. You’ve never been more turned on in your life. i had no choice but to give up and give in to Myrna's iron-clad control over me. I felt my mind breaking, and my entire purpose in life was to please and obey her, no matter how embarrassed or humiliated I was, just with the hope that I might feel the delicious release of cumming one more time before the next lengthy period of total enforced chastity.