I feel my suspenders stretch as I reach up to dust the top shelf in the library. The stool wobbles slightly and I am afraid I may fall. I can feel “Sir’s” eyes on me as I work. I am so self-conscious that he may see my knickers as I work.

My wife, Sharon, had just brought up an idea for how we can spice things up in the bedroom. She was talking about chastity play, where my dick is locked up and she is the keyholder. Now, I was a little skeptical of this at first; I mean, wouldn’t this technically be less sex for us? But she argued that it would build up horniness for me, leading to more passionate sex whenever I’m unlocked. So I agreed to trying it out, and she was ecstatic.

This story arose from a dream, it has no ending

The sound of shattering glass echoed through the alley, freezing the boy in his tracks. His heart hammered against his ribs as he pressed himself against the cold brick wall, barely daring to breathe. He shouldn’t have followed the man in the black coat. He should have stayed home, right where his mother had told him to. But curiosity had always been his weakness. And now, he’d seen something he couldn’t unsee.

Dawn Visits Kansas- Part 4

By Kathi Jo Daniels

Chapter Fifteen: Thursday
Thursday, October 07, 2004

Once again, I woke at sunrise with nothing to do. We got up, made the bed, undressed, and showered together. Some parts of our bodies were squeaky clean. Since we had no plans to see anyone else for the day, we did minimal makeup. I chose a blue and white golf outfit from Brenda’s Dress Shop. Diana selected a sleeveless floral dress.

Precious Time - Part 3

A Step Too Far?

by Suzie Dalkin

This was written without any idea where it was going. As a result, readers may find it funny or offensive – or neither – or both.

Edward Arley was a very organised young man. His parents were staid pillars of the community who for many years had run a successful estate agency business in Sutton Deering, an old market town about 50 miles north of London.

In a world much like our own, aside from the fact that werewomen walk amongst us, the squares struggle to uphold their binary social order. Their instrument of tyranny is the Office of Werewoman Registration, cog in a bureaucratic machine designed to keep werewomen in their place in the social pecking order. But hey, this is a transformation story, and things can… change!

Dan Becomes Dawn – Part 2

By Kathi Jo Daniels

Chapter Eight: Time for Work
Sunday, September 12, 2004

I woke Sunday morning, got up, made the bed, showered, shaved, and put on panties and a bra. After applying makeup, I chose an elbow-sleeve A-line dress in white with blue panels and shoulders with white sandals. Then my wig and finished with small hoop earrings. I packed everything, and put my suitcases by the bedroom door.

Taking my computer to the kitchen, I said, "Good morning, Roger. How are you today?"

rld and are forced to work together to survive and find out how to escape.

The truth is revealed?

Chapter 23 recap

I glance at Lorien again, his steady breathing filling the quiet room, and I feel a pang of guilt. He deserves to know. About Shade. About everything.

First thing in the morning, I tell myself firmly. I’ll tell him everything. I’ll tell him I want to be with him… and I’ll tell him about Shade.

Author's Note: There is sex in this story. Some of it is explicitly described. I've seen folks post in the comments of other stories they were surprised or unhappy with this. Be forewarned.

“Hey, Mistress, wait up!” Adam yelled from the dining hall entrance. Evidently he had been distracted by someone or something as we left. I had barely noticed, occupied instead by an increasing number of ideas for what to do with our walk to the library. My original plan had been to have a little harmless fun testing his suggestibility on the way, check out Dr. Mattice’s book once we got there, and try to find a quiet place to complete the conditioning removal procedure. I could send him on his way deprogrammed and none the wiser, no real harm done except taking up some of his evening.

“...and that thing people say about being able to leave if your professor is 15 minutes late? Nicole, I’m telling you it is not true. I learned that the hard way.” Adam paused to look down at his burger in a mocked expression of shame. I had only been half-listening to the story, but at least knew that I needed to jump in at this point to make it look like I was paying attention.

Gender and Ethnic Studies
by
Tylera

This story is a homage and tribute to the absolutely wonderful recent story "Gender Studies" by Karen Elizabeth L., which is to be read in Conjunction with this.... this is basically a tribute to this.