Outed At The Nail Salon Phone Sex…3

Dawn  1-844-332-2639   Ext. 296

Knowing that I’ve just been made, I look up at her, and I gave her my complete attention, ‘how long have you been getting your nails done at this Salon?’ And she flashed me an amazing and kind smile…with her head tilted…

I guess I have to go to work tomorrow Dawn…Should I dress…yes Kathy, you will dress…what are you running from…what’s the worst that could happen or be said to you that would hurt you…you are worried over something that is only thoughts in your mind honey…

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The Feminization of Stewart Kent Phonesex Part 2

RHIANNA 844-332-2639 x 253

“This is it,” I said. “This is what you’ve been wanting isn’t Stewart? What you’ve been craving.” I was standing over him now as he crawled around on all fours, his ass in the air, a pair of silk panties clinging to his flesh… Inching ever so slowly towards his ultimate goal, his ultimate desire, the one he had hidden away from the world, from his friends and family, his wife … That one secret he managed to keep in the innermost part of his mind, firmly grounded for all these years in the realm of fantasy was about to become reality. “Claim your prize Stewart,” I commanded. “Yes Mistress.” “Claim it!”

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Halloween Femme Fatale Transformation Phone Sex

JASMINE 844-332-2639 ext 262

My friend Tucker was so nervous as he sipped hard his second glass of champagne. Or was it third? To be honest, I was “sipping” a little too much myself that afternoon so some details might be little fuzzy. “Jasmine,” he says to me, “do I really want to do this?” It is Halloween, I tell him.  What better time to pretend to play dress up and in reality actually become the woman you have always wanted to be? “You’re right Jasmine,” he said. “I know it.”

Well naturally I am right.  I lean back and watch as Tucker he paces a round the fitting rooms of Divine Decadence Transformation Boutique and Champagne Bar an establishment known to a select few that had recently opened in Greenwich Village. You should not be so nervous, I tell him. You are going to look fabulous darling. And this Halloween is going to be the best one you have ever had because I am by your side, my hand on your pantyhose clad knee. And it all feels so very very good. 

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The Feminization of Stewart Kent

MISTRESS RHIANNA 844 332-2639 x 253

Sitting in his office, drinking his second cup of coffee, surfed over to Google and started checking out some of his favorite porn sites. He’d been looking at porn more and more lately, he didn’t know why, also he was jerking off again,, he hadn’t done it this much since high school. Regular porn though, quote unquote got boring for Stewart, and more often then not, his triple X searches had a fetish bend. Today he searched for some various fetishes and it led him to this bondage scene involving two hot broads and some loser guy chained up to a wall getting his ass spanked. Losing interest in the scene, his eyes shifted to an advertisement inviting “LA Men and Women” to “explore their deepest darkest desires.” Clicking on the link took him to something called “The Pleasure Palace,” a place that promised to make all your dreams a reality. Sure, Stewart thought, uh-huh. Looking around the site he saw all that they supposedly had to offer their customers, foot and leg fetishes, bondage and discipline, something called CBT, S and M, and “the finest, most comprehensive sissification and feminization courses in the world.”….

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Forced Femme Week In College Phone Sex

Aurora x 1-844-332-2639 EXT. 256

The summer before I started college, my father decided to change jobs and uproot the family to a city far away.  I had always been shy, and the few friendships I had managed to cultivate were no more.  I had no idea how I was going to cope.

Once school began, I discovered that things were going to be worse than imagined.  You see, one of the ways my small circle of friends and I bonded was to dress up for school.  While the other girls were mostly casual, we always wore nice skirts and blouses or dresses, complete with pantyhose and low heels.  Sometimes we’d go even more retro with panty girdles and pearls.  But when I showed up for the first day of school looking my best, I discovered that not one of the other girls even made an effort.  They would tease me by calling me “princess” or “office girl” or “secretary”, or pretend I was an airline stewardess: “Miss, could you please bring me a blanket?”

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*Turning You Into Sissy Sophia Phone Sex Part 1*

I want to play a game? It involves you listening to everything I say. I am a bratty bitch and I am determined to force you to be the perfect sissy, my perfect sissy. We will call you Sophia. I know you said you do not want anyone to know about “Sophia” but in the end everyone will know.

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When Man Eaters Attack Phonesex-The Finale!

Rhianna 844-332-2639 ext. 253

Jeff was sitting alone at the bar, his expression a mixture of angst and fear. His hair was disheveled and it looked like he hadn’t shaved in a few days. “A seltzer with a slice of fresh lemon” I said to the bartender taking a seat next to my pigeon. Jeff looked over at me not saying a word. “Not in the mood to talk huh Jeff?”

My drink came and I said to the bartender, “Thanks lover, put it on Silent Sam’s tab over here okay?” I took a sip, it was cold and crisp. “The pause that refreshes right Jeff? What are you having, something nice and feminine like a Strawberry Daiquiri?” He didn’t seem amused.
“You can’t get away with this,” Jeff said. “This is like a damn shake down!” Letting a little laugh slip out, I said, “Actually Jeff, that’s exactly what it is. And I can and will get what I want. You see I always get what I want.” I took another sip of my drink. “Face it girlfriend, I own you.”

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When Maneaters Attack Phonesex: The Cross-Dresser-Part 2

RHIANNA 1-844-332-2639 x 253

“Are you ready,” he asked, his head poking out of the bathroom door, his voice cracking with nerves. “Yes,” I said, making sure to give my voice that innocent tone that makes most men drop their guard. “I’ve been waiting since foreveeeeerrrrrr.” “Okay, here goes.” The bathroom door slowly creaked open and out stepped Jeff, wobbling a bit in his brand new high heels, almost tripping. He paused a moment, steadied his feet, made some adjustments to his tight blue dress and pantyhose and stepped forward. With his composure fully regained, he did a 360 turn and with a big smile on his face asked, “Well, how do I look?”

“Stunning,” I replied with a smile that no doubt did not reach my flint-like eyes but, of course, he was too stupid and caught up in himself to notice….

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* Undercover Sissy Loves To Be Forced Into Pantyhose Phone Sex*

Let me tell you about one of my undercover sissies. He loves to play games, but as do I. He denies to like being forced into pantyhose and womanly attire but he is full of it. He yearns to be a woman but is too shy to admit it. So I decided to help him out. Maybe if he does what Miss Aurora tells him, he will surrender to his urges.

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When Maneaters Attack: The Cross-Dresser Phonesex

RHIANNA 1-844-332-2639 x 253

Jeff Thompson was on a high, he barely had any sleep in him but it didn’t matter. He was up bright and early at 6 am, showered, shaved, a cup of coffee and a healthy breakfast, for once. This was a turning point, and Tom knew it, the previous day he had actually done it, actually wore pantyhose outside, in a public place. Okay, nobody around him suspected anything, but Jeff was cool with baby-steps. Rome wasn’t built in a day. It had been three weeks now since Tom had mustered up the courage and joined an online social network aimed at the fetish community at large. He wasn’t on there for a hook-up, no way… he was engaged and happily so, for the most part, he just wanted to talk, have some fellowship with some like-minded people. And of course to learn. Learn about his fetish and ultimately learn about himself. His entire adult life, he had struggled to know why. Why he felt the desire to adorn himself in women’s undergarments, why he felt the need, the longing with see his body hugged in tight skirts and flowing dresses. He wasn’t gay, that he knew for sure. He had no interest in other men, he was always attracted to women. To him this wasn’t sexual, but sensual.

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