Whips and chains,
They give me pains.
Leather and lace,
Are on my brains.

I feel the sting,
There on my thing.
Mistress is love,
Goddess from above.

If I’ve cried,
When I’m tied.
I expect no less,
Than to be in a dress.

Each time I am spanked,
Mistress will be thanked.
Willing and able,
To be her table.

I beg to be used,
My body abused.
Mistress’s words are sage,
As she puts my parts in the cage.

She shows me my place,
Dolly made up face,
She gives my hair a curl,
To make me her girl.

Mistress Lexi,
Bondage sexy.
I know it’s not a sin,
Please let’s begin.

Master_Vyle is a passionate author of crossdressing and other erotic stories. You can find his work at literotica.com as well as lushstories.com. Follow him on twitter at http://twitter.com/Master_Vyle for his latest updates on his stories and poems.

Her peach panties are the perfect fit,
When I put them on you can’t see it.

Lacy up front just makes me blush,
Feel the silky back and I get a rush.

When she sees me in them there will be a scene,
She loves me in her things and never is mean.

I sit in her peach panties as she gives my hair a curl,
She kisses my cheek and calls me her sweet girl.

She rubs me through her panties a pleasant surprise,
The fabric stretches out as it lengthens and starts to rise.

Dressed in her peach panties my life is a dream,
She strokes me underneath until I fill them with cream.

Master_Vyle is a passionate author of crossdressing and other erotic stories. You can find his work at literotica.com as well as lushstories.com. Follow him on twitter at http://twitter.com/Master_Vyle for his latest updates on his stories and poems.

At the Ash Motel,
We are in Room #8.

My dress is on the floor,
You slip my panties off my ankles.

I close my eyes as you kiss me,
Your lips touch every part of my body.

Your lips are on mine,
I feel you cock rub my clit.

You phone vibrates on the dresser,
Text from your wife looking for you.

We ignore it kissing deeper,
My wife will miss me soon as well.

We make love at the Ash Motel,
Brown sheets musky with illicit sweat.

You call me your pretty girl,
A nibble on lipstick thickened lips.

I want to be your bride,
Our time is too short.

You fill my pussy with your seed,
I dream it could make an impossible child.

Can’t we just run away?
Do we always have to meet in Room #8?

I lay on the bed at the Ash Motel,
Watching as you put on your tie.

I wait for you to leave before dressing,
Too embarrassed for you to see me in t-shirt and jeans.

I hate hiding in secret,
Hate only being your girl at the Ash Motel.

Master_Vyle is a passionate author of crossdressing and other erotic stories. You can find his work at literotica.com as well as lushstories.com. Follow him on twitter at http://twitter.com/Master_Vyle for his latest updates on his stories and poems.

Pretty Pink Dress
By Master_Vyle

I really love my pretty pink dress,
And I try to make sure it is never a mess.

My face flushes as my skirt is raised,
He kisses my tummy leaving me dazed.

He pulls my panties down my blood rushes with joy,
Then he plays with the extras like they are his favorite toy.

He pulls down the front and puts a hand on my chest,
Before he kisses the little nipple on top of each breast.

My beautiful dress top to bottom gathered at the knees,
When I take him in my mouth doing everything to please.

His fingers run lightly down my bare back,
Then over the fabric to find my hot crack.

Once he is wet it is time for us to begin,
His knees pull the skirt as he puts himself in.

He thrust deep into my pussy-bum,
Panting and sweating until he has to cum.

Finished he reaches down and takes my clit,
Working it hard to stroke every bit.

I sigh and moan erupting a creamy white gush,
Him milking it onto the skirt gives me a rush.

I really love to wear my pretty pink dress,
But sometimes my boyfriend makes it a mess.

Master_Vyle is a passionate author of crossdressing and other erotic stories. You can find his work at literotica.com as well as lushstories.com. Follow him on twitter at http://twitter.com/Master_Vyle for his latest updates on his stories and poems.

Kimono
By Master_Vyle

If you live here you know a place,
That is called the World Showcase.

I always knew it was just where to go,
So my boyfriend went there to buy me a kimono.

I love to wear it and get on my knees,
Obedient to him acting Japanese.

I paint my face and serve him tea,
He says no geisha is as beautiful as me.

I bow to him and begin to beg,
After hiding my parts between each leg.

He says other CDs and T-girls were always a bore,
No others would serve him as I do and act as his whore.

He takes off my kimono like a gentle god from above,
Then wraps the silky garment around me as we make love.

He is older and tender and makes me want to burst,
Whenever he slows down and tells me ladies go first.

His hand goes on my clit and peels the foreskin back,
I gasp and moan each time he gives a slow and gentle jack.

His kisses my cheek as I finally explode,
Teasing out every drop of my load.

Then he uses my mess to coat his cock,
Sliding it my pussy as hard as a rock.

He lays me back as I shake head to toe,
His hand gently caressing me through me kimono.

We lay in a daze for nearly an hour,
Then I bathe him like a good girl in the shower.

Master_Vyle is a passionate author of crossdressing and other erotic stories. You can find his work at literotica.com as well as lushstories.com. Follow him on twitter at http://twitter.com/Master_Vyle for his latest updates on his stories and poems.

Jane TV
By Master_Vyle

Jane TV,
Is my favorite CD,
And I dream we’re destined to be.

She has a wife,
Her words cut like a knife,
Jane would be better with me in her life.

She meets gay men,
Who think her dressing’s a sin,
But she tells me one never has put it in.

Jane cannot see,
She shouldn’t loose her “virginity”,
With any man other than me.

Master_Vyle is a passionate author of crossdressing and other erotic stories. You can find his work at literotica.com as well as lushstories.com. Follow him on twitter at http://twitter.com/Master_Vyle for his latest updates on his stories and poems.

Foreskin
By Master_Vyle

I have an obsession,
We all covet things we don’t have,
My foreskin taken when I had no choice,
No voice.

Is it unusual to miss something you never knew?
I never heard of a foreskin until I was 18,
I never saw one until I was 22,
But now no day passes that I do not think of one.

I have quite the collection,
Tucked away in files and closets and drawers,
Pictures of every natural cock I can find,
I often think of cataloging them but never have the time.

I can’t tell you how many video clips I have,
Uncut men with woman and more than a few man on man,
It’s so hard to find a favorite,
It seems I come across a new one each day.

It’s hard to pick out just one type that I love the best,
I love them just tight enough to cover the head of a huge cock,
I love them hanging over the head of a short cock,
And I love the peeled back over the head of an odd cock.

Everyone knows my preferences up front,
Your cock has to be natural if you want me to suck it,
A threesome with you and your boyfriend sounds great,
He is uncut right because if not it ain’t happening.

I love skinning the foreskin back and licking the soft sticky head,
I love sucking them and nibbling the loose skin,
I love jacking a big cock to make the skin cover and uncover the head,
I love it when a guy slips it up my ass and I know he not cut.

I love it when an uncut guy comes on me,
I want it so I can see it,
I stroke them to work the skin on and off the head,
Until finally they explode all over me.

I did a threesome with two uncut guys before,
I loved playing with their foreskins,
It was so hot when they came and I squeezed it on my tongue,
I dream of having another or being with four or five uncut guys.

I’m obsessed by foreskins,
I want no man in my mouth my hand or ass,
Not unless he’s uncut,
That’s all I want.

Sometimes I want my foreskin back,
It would be bad at the same time,
I am sure I would never do anything but jack off,
I would never leave my house again.

Master_Vyle is a passionate author of crossdressing and other erotic stories. You can find his work at literotica.com as well as lushstories.com. Follow him on twitter at http://twitter.com/Master_Vyle for his latest updates on his stories and poems.

Florida CDs
By Master_Vyle

Florida CDs are the most fun,
Two piece bikinis out for some sun.

Florida CDs are really the best,
Love to kiss and feel a stiff chest.

Florida CDs reign in glory,
The best of all lovers and that’s my story.

Florida CDs always make bail,
If their fun ends them up in jail.

Florida CDs know how to touch the right place,
They make you hot and moan at the right pace.

Florida CDs are the best lovers it’s true,
And there’s no way I would lie about it to you.

Master_Vyle is a passionate author of crossdressing and other erotic stories. You can find his work at literotica.com as well as lushstories.com. Follow him on twitter at http://twitter.com/Master_Vyle for his latest updates on his stories and poems.

Honcho
By Master_Vyle

I was in a club and at that moment the music was a thumping techno beat backed by a loud and rolling keyboard playing electronic noise. Lights flashed and strobed all around as sweaty strangers bumped against each other as they undulated and danced. I know this probably sounds familiar, like you heard it before, or it happened to you before. Maybe it’s an average story and nothing special. I guess I think back on it because it happened to me and I love replaying the memory.

He was near the bar dressed in a navy jacket with a blue shirt, no tie and two buttons open, doing his best to look like he was cool and did not care about anything. It was working, at least for me. He was hot, bald with a neatly trimmed mustache and goatee, and he looked vaguely Latino.

He was one of those guys who looked skinny and scrawny at first glance, but you knew that under his clothes he was muscled up despite his frame and looked chiseled like Bruce Lee. He put off that vibe that said, Just for a hook up. I thought he was hot and I had no problem with that.

I managed to catch his eye. He apparently liked what he saw, and he knew I understood what he wanted. He stepped up to me and said nothing. We went to the edge of the floor and moved and ground against each other with the rest of the crowd. No at a word was said. The dancing was just a formality.

As I turned, undulating my body, I caught sight of my friend Taffy a little further on the floor. At that moment the nameless techno electronica gave way to t.A.T.u.’s ‘Malchik Gay’, which happens to be her favorite song. She sees me and that I am with someone and gives a high sign.

Taffy has hooked up with a big butchy looking girl, the kind that she likes to be with. I wave back. Each knows the other has scored, but my friend will not be leaving the club with us, although Taffy’s could possibly come home. She is looking for a relationship. I’ve been burned too many times, so for now I just want to play.
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Panties In The Drawer
By Master_Vyle

There’s panties in the drawer.
No, not the one my wife uses.
Down here see?
They’re in the drawer under the water bed.
She never goes in there.

My panties are pretty.
They’re trim and lacy.
They just fit.
I look like a nice girl.
I wish I had a bra to match.

Looking in the mirror.
I tuck the hanging bits between my legs.
What a nice pussy I have.
It’s shaved smooth and bare.
My panties are at my knees.

I have time to play.
My wife just left for work an hour ago.
I lay on the water bed.
I touch myself through the leg hole.
Smile on my face dreaming of a him.

Master_Vyle is a passionate author of crossdressing and other erotic stories. You can find his work at literotica.com as well as lushstories.com. Follow him on twitter at http://twitter.com/Master_Vyle for his latest updates on his stories and poems.

Lifted Laundry
By Master_Vyle

My name is Robert and I have a confession. I stole some woman’s bra and panties. It isn’t what you’re thinking though. I’m sure you think they were taken from a conquest as a trophy, or as part of a frat initiation stunt, but the simple truth is that I stole them outright. Honestly I had not ever planned to do it, or anything like it. It just kind of happened. I saw the opportunity and I did it.

Everyone steals something at least one time.

Right?

Okay, it happened one day several years ago because I went to the Laundromat. It sat a street over from our apartment, on the opposite end of the street, so it’s not too far. Jordan had been sick and throwing up the night before, so there was too much stuff to wash in our little apartment sized washer, so after my wife left to take her to the doctor’s office I loaded everything into the car and ran down to the Laundromat.

After I got everything going I came back home and cleaned the carpet. My wife and daughter made it back, and the doctor said she just had a 24 hour bug and that she should be fine by the next day. Since she had to work that afternoon and she knew I had to go and get the laundry back to the house she called her mother and arranged for her to watch her until I was done.

So we all left, June taking Jordan to drop her off on her way back to work, and me going back to the Laundromat. I walked back inside with everything I needed for the clothes and to keep me occupied as they dried. Inside the bushel bucket I carried the clothes in were fabric softener sheets, a roll of quarters, my lighter and a pack of Marlboro Medium, and a copy of William W. Johnstone’s Toy Cemetery.

I got to work transferring the wet clothes from the washing machines to the dryers. As always when at the Laundromat you have to be glad the dryers are so large, because they can take two or three washers worth in one depending on how big the loads you’re washing are. But, anyhow, I got them started and lit a cigarette, intent only on sitting and reading my book as I waited.

I had only gotten a chapter or two further than I had been before they came in. It was a pair of young women, best friends or roommates. One was tall and slender, with pale skin and curly red hair, and the other was short and chunky with black hair that curled around at her cheek line.
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I’m a lucky man. Indeed my girlfriend understands my need for kinky stimulus. She knows I am a pantie fetish person. She also knows that I dream about some serious strange shit. This story is partly based on where a real life panty fetish can get you.

Lauren gets quite turned on when I tell her my dirty little secrets, especially my pantie fetish and panty sniffing ones because they are so easy for her do to and they keep me so horny and complicit.

I am such a panty slut that I would do anything for a pair of Laurens panties and I usually do end up doing just about anything to feed my pantie fetish. When she takes them off at night, especially if she has had a busy day, they are just heavenly when soaked in her juices and kept warm all day.

We bumbled along quite nicely, me in effect being her pantie slave (as well as house slave, in as much as cleaning and tidying). Smelly dirty panties for sniffing where my reward!

One evening we got to playing truth or dare and the question asked was “What little pantie fetish secret have you not told me about? This was going to be interesting. There were really deep darker thoughts of my panty fetish.

Lauren worked with this slutty but sexy BBW named Amanda. Amanda was larger than life and I had just built up this obsession with being able to pantie sniff Amandas used panties. I imagined they would be so hot wet and just so totally slimy that one sniff would send me pantie sniffing heaven.
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Recently, my Panty Mistress had not been well, having been laid low by flu. She appreciated all the help and care I gave her and she, as My Panty Mistress would make me a very happy panty slave when she was on form again.

For this greedy panty slave, this happened last week and I have a great tale to recount to you a pretty hardcore Panty Mistress in charge story.

Now my Panty Mistress knows that I have my favourite knickers. The slinky black ones that are just so cute and shiny and black.

I noticed that she had been wearing them for a couple of days so I guessed something was going on. She kept teasing her poor panty slave by sitting with her legs open, but who am iI to tell my Panty Mistress to stop teasing her poor panty slave!

That Saturday evening came around and my Panty Mistress tapped her thigh and said “come here big boy, neal in front of me” I quickly got on my knees with waist between her thighs. I could feel the heat from her hot, wet and damp knickers. Just so ready for panty sniffing.

She pulled off my top and started carressing my nipples. She knew this made me putty in her hands. She began to pinch my poor nipples and I was beconming exceptionally excited. She asked me “Do you like panty sniffing my knickers?” I was embarrased but turned on. It was all part of the game. She knew I was a complete and utter panty sniffing pervert.

I nodded and said “Panty Mistress, I love panty sniffing but only panty sniffing your knickers!” She smiled a little knowing grin and then pushed me back and stood up, my nipples aching from the sweet mistreatment.

She then said “You panty pervert, follow your panty Mistress upstairs for your punishment” I knew again, it was all part of the game.
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Last night was Michael’s lucky night,or so he thought! We had arranged a night of fun indulging him in his fantasy to be caught,feminized,and punished for stealing my panties.I just hope he enjoyed it as much as we did!

My neighbors Susan and Bonnie were over as well as two students from Susan’s beauty school.One was Cindy,the beautiful girl/boy that now works at the school and the other was Lisa,a tall,athletic makeup artist who is also studying martial arts.Lisa was to be my muscle and surprise Michael as he attempted the staged robbery.I left two packages from Victoria’s Secret on my front porch that he couldn’t miss.

We were in the middle of listening to one of Bonnie’s famous dirty jokes over drinks when Susan thought she heard something.I almost forgot what we were going to do I was having so much fun with my friends.I turned down the music and we heard a dog barking off and on from three houses down.Lisa jumped up and told everyone to be quiet.She had turned into a ninja at some point after her third drink.

We sat there trying not to giggle at her seriousness and she went to the side door that leads to my porch.Michael was going through the bags probably waiting for someone to come walking out calmly and approach him.Lisa saw him under the dim porch light and charged him slamming him into the wall.She had gone from ninja to fullback in 3 seconds.Then she started screaming like a crazy person for us to come out.

“What’s the hell is going on out here?”, I said.
“I don’t know why this guy is out here on a night like this but I want to find out.Get up you piece of shit!”,and once Michael stood up Lisa grabbed him and literally threw him inside onto the floor of my living room.
It took him a second or two to realize that we were taking this very seriously.The five of us stood there watching him,waiting for him to say something.
“This is my neighbor Michael from down the block,fancy meeting you here Michael.What are you doing?”
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My girlfriend Ashley has always been a little jealous of the time I spend feminizing men.Even though she knows there’s never any sex involved she resents the attention I give them and places I take them to.I’ve asked her to join me many times but she hasn’t been interested and doesn’t like the idea that they are getting off on this and she feels like its cheating.

I finally had enough of these petty arguments and told her to come with me the next time and see exactly what it was all about.I had made plans with Gene for a shopping trip at a local mall and Ashley agreed to join us.

Gene is a thin,young man with long blonde hair and this was to be his first time dressing up and going out in public.I met Gene in the lingerie department of a new boutique and watched him explain to the salesgirls that he was looking for a present for his girlfriend.He was doing very well too.The girl was asking about his friends size and body type and amazingly they were almost the exact same size as his!They were looking at some really cute babydolls and I decided to walk over and give my opinion.

“That black one was is really pretty,do you think she’d like that?”
He was a little surprised but kept calm.
“Yes I do,she has some other ones just like it and I know she likes this style.”
“Do you buy her lingerie often,that’s so considerate,What’s her name?”
He apparently wasn’t as well prepared as he thought and looked confused.He started to blush and seemed to have lost the ability to speak.
I gave the girl a smile and we both knew.
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Back in October I introduced my friend Susan to boys that wanted to be girls for her beauty school.They would come in for help with their hair and makeup and her students could practice on them.Everyone had a ball and it worked out very well. Soon the girls realized that this was a dream come true for the boys and became more demanding of them.

Keeping the place clean was just one of their many new tasks.They had to speak in a feminine voice when they were there and address each girl as Miss.They were also given magazines to study and were only allowed to talk about girl stuff such as boys and fashion.

On of the boys,now known as Cindy,was very feminine right from the beginning.She has smooth clear skin and long shaved legs.Cindy soon became the girls favorite and they helped her pick out new outfits,sometimes taking her shopping on weekends. When Susan told me that she needed someone to help out full time I talked her into asking Cindy.I knew she wasn’t working and would jump at the chance.

When Susan finally asked her that Friday Cindy broke into tears and happily accepted.She would come in each day singing softly,proudly showing off her new clothes.She looked really good too with her long blond hair and her perfectly made up face.The people that occasionally came in for a discount haircut or manicure never knew that Cindy was a guy.They would never guess that under her skirt was enough to make any man jealous.

Pretty soon Cindy was answering the phones,managing the books,and even designing a website for the school. The girls were very happy with their new friend and helped her out in any way that they could.Soon the question came up as to whether she was going to go on to become a real woman.And if they could fix her up with their friends.
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I recently got a DVR and could not figure out how to hook it up to the Internet. I bought and returned 2 wireless adapters and was really frustrated. Fortunately my neighbor Susan’s told me her brother was in town for a visit and promised to send him over to help. He’s a computer programmer in Manhattan. I had heard all about him and couldn’t wait to finally meet him. Last night I got my chance.

A well built,good looking young man arrived at my door and introduced himself.

“Hi,I’m Robert.You must be Teresa.”

“Hi Robert,I’ve been expecting you!Please come in and save me from throwing my shoe through my TV!”

“I promise you it will be a piece of cake.”

“I’m usually so good with these things,I even have a website I designed myself.I’ll show you later if you’re interested.”

“Sure,that sounds great.What kind of website is it?”

“Oh we can get to that later,I want to see what I’ve been doing wrong.Can I get you a glass of wine or something?”

“Yes,thank you.I’ll have this done in no time.”

“That would be fantastic,its here in the living room.Let me get you that drink.”

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Autobiography Of A TGirl – Part five
by Caramel Black

I pushed my panties down to my ankles and stepped out of them. Then I sat down on the bed with my high-heeled feet spread widely apart on the floor, my cock throbbing in an erotic dance between my open thighs. Devin sank to her knees and slipped between my legs to take me inside her mouth, gently licking just below the head of my staff, the most sensitive area. Then she went about giving me a full-fledged blow job. I savored every delicious detail of her going down on me; the softness of her hair on my thighs, the way she stared up at me, her soft hands gently caressing my smooth-shaven balls, the contrast of our skin tones.

“Am I doing this right? ” she asked between her downward sweeping oral caresses.
“You’ve got to be kidding,” I whimpered, lying back on the bed. “Can’t you tell?”

Every now and then, she’d pause to stare at my swollen cock, firmly stroking the shaft, her eyes glazed as my prick filled her field of vision. The peaches and cream complexion of her pretty face made my cock seem to appear darker than ever. She began licking me everywhere, from the base of my scrotum, across my ball-sack, and even at the aperture of my anal opening. She worked her tongue up along the underside of my shaft and teased my cock head with feather-like flicks and hot breath, then began sucking me in earnest, her head moving rapidly up and down, her talented mouth sending me racing toward orgasm.

Her lips reached further down my shaft as she worked one of her long, slender fingers inside my ass, sending me completely over the edge. At the moment of my climax, she pumped my shaft in her fist furiously, aiming the head directly at her face. Then began the maddening rapture of orgasmic contractions; great torrents of hot white seed racing from the tip of my spasming cock.
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Autobiography Of A TGirl – Part four
by Caramel Black

I slowly entered the study with my hips swaying ever so gently, awaiting Devin’s reaction.

“Oh my God, I almost didn’t recognize you , “he exclaimed. “Damn, you look hot.”

I let out a long sigh of relief. He asked me to turn around and I pirouetted with as much grace as I could muster.

“I always knew you’d look beautiful this way, but I didn’t expect you to…”
“…You’ve thought about seeing me dressed like this?”
“Yeah, but, wow. Even your voice sounds different now. How do you do that?”
“This is my natural voice really. I’d speak this way all the time if I didn’t have to act so boyish at school.”

Devin rose from behind the desk and came within a few feet from me.

“I know I’m gawking at you, but I just can’t get over the way you look. Do you know there’s not a soul in the world who wouldn’t think you weren’t a real girl looking like this?”
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Shopping for Panties, Pt. 06
By Miss Amanda

Your eyes wander from side to side, and you try to keep your distance from the other customers in the shop. Young, petite women come in, obviously looking for something hot and sexy to wear for their current lovers. Some are obviously married, while others just look like naughty sex kittens. The kind of girls who love to dress up and prepare for sex…to make an event out of the experience.

You should understand what it feels like to be them. You do exactly that when you prepare yourself to play with me. Even now, your legs are shaved from the last play party you served at, and when I lean in to whisper something into your ear, I can smell the faint sweetness of my wetness on your nose and mouth. And when I have you go all out, as I surely will tonight, you put on your wig and your lingerie and all your makeup in preparation for serving beautiful me. It’s a lot of work, but your sissy clit just leaks through it all. You love being close to young and sexy me. That’s why we’re here, shopping for your new panties. Read more…