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Shana leans closer, face at his hair. He feels her breath on his ear. "We'll talk about this later. Tell me more about the two boys who flirted with you in the park today." She rubs the slick dildo along his hardness. "It was nothing." "Were you flattered?" Shana works his cock slowly, waits but he says nothing. She squeezes his cock, prods his balls with the blunt tip of her dildo. "Tell me." "I was scared." "Why?" She resumes masturbating him. "The way they were looking at me. Afraid I might...

"Shana, you don't know what you're saying." He shakes his head again, goes to the counter for more coffee. "Look at what you're wearing, sweety. I picked it out for you. Red silk lounging pajamas. They look good on you. The pullover top is more feminine than masculine, the bottoms are kind of unisex. And there's nothing wrong with that. I think you should get more into the role, con­sciously being what you already are subconsciously." "And just what do you mean by that?" he demands. "Exploring...

Shana leans closer, face at his hair. He feels her breath on his ear. "We'll talk about this later. Tell me more about the two boys who flirted with you in the park today." She rubs the slick dildo along his hardness. "It was nothing." "Were you flattered?" Shana works his cock slowly, waits but he says nothing. She squeezes his cock, prods his balls with the blunt tip of her dildo. "Tell me." "I was scared." "Why?" She resumes masturbating him. "The way they were looking at me. Afraid I might...

"Shana, you don't know what you're saying." He shakes his head again, goes to the counter for more coffee. "Look at what you're wearing, sweety. I picked it out for you. Red silk lounging pajamas. They look good on you. The pullover top is more feminine than masculine, the bottoms are kind of unisex. And there's nothing wrong with that. I think you should get more into the role, con­sciously being what you already are subconsciously." "And just what do you mean by that?" he demands. "Exploring...

"Shana, you don't know what you're saying." He shakes his head again, goes to the counter for more coffee. "Look at what you're wearing, sweety. I picked it out for you. Red silk lounging pajamas. They look good on you. The pullover top is more feminine than masculine, the bottoms are kind of unisex. And there's nothing wrong with that. I think you should get more into the role, con­sciously being what you already are subconsciously." "And just what do you mean by that?" he demands. "Exploring...

It gave Valerie Blane a sense of power to dress her husband in panties and a bra - but as hard as she tried to cajole and seduce him into dressing up, she couldn't bring him to submission, like her friend Carin did to her husband 'Danita'. Larry secretly found the subtle submission of dressing up thrilling, but was not about to go out of the house A La Femme - not yet...

After Valerie gets Larry a job with Belladona Severin, she finds him in bed with a big breasted Bimbo. "Don't get mad," says Belladona, "get even!" After Bella feminizes Larry into Laura, Valerie finds herself falling into the sexual web that Bella has woven and soon experiences all hersexual fantasies too. What is Bella's master lan for the ultimate feminization of men - can anyone escape the Severin Embrace...? ...

Max Swyft at the top of his game, buy both issues here and only pay $15.00 Crossdressing Female Domination Forced Transformation Adult Sexual Situations Buy Both and Save

He took out the long-sleeved black satin blouse with white ruffles at the neck and cuffs. Pearl buttons. Nice. Under the blouse was a shiny black, A-line skirt with ruffles at the hem and a zippered back. Martin held it to his waist and turned so that he saw his reflection i the closet mirror. He frowned at the slacks he was wearing, carefully put down the skirt and stripped naked, smooth skin gleaming dully i the modest light of the bedroom.He picked up the satin elasticized waist cincher,...

For his punishment, Arthur faced the wall. His mother had threatened inviting some of her lady friends over for tea. Aunt Martha thought it a splendid idea. Her obscene laugh was loud, like the neighing of a horse. Facing the wall wasn't so bad. It was what he wore that was so mortifying. A red pleated, red velvet dress with frilly petticoats underneath, his bare legs exposed, feet in frilly red ankle socks and Mary Jane shoes on his feet. Under the bib-like dress he wore a long-sleeve,...

For his punishment, Arthur faced the wall. His mother had threatened inviting some of her lady friends over for tea. Aunt Martha thought it a splendid idea. Her obscene laugh was loud, like the neighing of a horse. Facing the wall wasn't so bad. It was what he wore that was so mortifying. A red pleated, red velvet dress with frilly petticoats underneath, his bare legs exposed, feet in frilly red ankle socks and Mary Jane shoes on his feet. Under the bib-like dress he wore a long-sleeve,...

Mark was trapped in a fetishistic swirl of slick nylon, alluring women sexily dressed and the tantalizing stigma of submission. It wasn't his fault that he'd been feminized, made to kneel and be subservient to his wife and now this stout bisexual. That's what he told himself as he knelt between Irene's strong legs.