Different Sites, Different Results...

I now have my erotica on three active sites, this blog and one inactive site.  The results from them are different.

I recently stumbled on a link to "Crystal's Story Site."  It had been so long since I'd been to that site that I had completely forgotten about it.  For years though, it and Fictionmania were my "go to" sites for TG/CD/TS erotica.  And I got my writings published on both.  Crystal's however, looks to be a defunct site that is no longer updated and hasn't been so since 2009.

The bulk of my writings are up on Fictionmania.  Nifty Erotic Stories Archive has the second most number of them.  I'm rapidly posting my existing stories on Nifty to bring them both to the same level.  It's interesting to me that some of the stories I know I published on both Fictionmania and Nifty are no longer there.  "Breathe" in particular was one which I know I previously published on each of those sites but it has since disappeared.  

Deceived

Deceived

A sissy encounters his dream domme. The woman of his fantasies who can make him into the perfect sissy he wants to be. And transform him she does as she teaches him a lesson on what it is, exactly, to truly serve another for their pleasure.

I hate this.  I really, really hate this.  This is all so wrong.  This is nothing like what I wanted.  It's nothing like who I want to be. Nothing like who I am.  I truly hate this.  Every time I look in a damn mirror I'm reminded of just how wrong it all is and just how much I hate it.

Yet, I've got to keep going.  That's the only way I can hope to finally be what I want.  The only way I can become what I need.  The only way to finally be right.  But it is so hard.  So, so hard.  And it's all her fault.

Playing the Part - Chapter 5

Playing the Part Chapter 5

Surprises, revelations, histories uncovered, romance, glorious sex, and then there's what Diana also goes through! Things get more complicated and more wonderful for everyone. Diana keeps finding ever more reason to always be there and fewer and fewer reasons to ever stop being Diana. Because it feels soo good to be Diana...

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Day 482:

I’d like to strangle her!  That damn little bitch.  I’m so mad right now.  What a selfish, thoughtless, nasty little girl.  I’m glad she’s not anywhere near me or I’d clock her!

After Jayden dropped me off back at Paul’s place I came as quiet as I could.  I figured Paul was home and asleep by then.  So, I took off my heels and was as silent as a girl could be getting into my little bedroom.  I decided that I could wait until the next morning before showering off.  Yeah, some of it was sticky down there but I like the feeling of Jayden keeping me wet down there.  And besides, his smell was still all over my body and that was a heavenly thing to fall asleep with me there in bed.  I’d have preferred him there with me in bed but that wouldn’t do that night.

Come the morning I was up and out of the shower all fresh and perky and ready to take on the day when I found Paul out on the balcony.  He was anything but fresh and anything but perky.

Change In Management

Every new technology comes with its own risks and advantages.  While the technology may change, people are still people.  Some are ethical, some are not.  And how they make use of that new technology is up to them.  Some do so aware of those risks, some do so only thinking of the advantages...

Change In Management

Richard Dawes turned in minor aggravation at the latest alarm notice to pop up on his computer screen.

 

"What now?" he grumbled.

 

This alarm though was different.  Flashing repeatedly in bright red to orange to violet it was impossibly eye catching.  And worse, he couldn't click it off.  He had to enter his company ID and password to get into it.

 

"That's different..." he mused, still annoyed at the interruption to work as BetaDyne's CIO.  "This is so not my job." he continued grumbling to himself.

 

Awakened

Awakened

What do you do when you are awakened from a dream? Awakened suddenly. Awakened to realize you've been betrayed by that dream. Betrayed despite how wonderful that dream was. Was the dream a lie? Was the dream a truth that you actually wanted? If so, what do you do about it all once you've been awakened?

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I had a lot of fun writing this one.  It's relatively brief but it touches on a whole lot of fantasies for me.  For whatever reason the "office setting" is powerfully attractive as it can combine power dynamics of employer and employee as well as a more elegant sorts of attire.  Men in suits and women in dresses - and feminized men in dresses serving those sharply dressed superiors in the office - that all can make for a lot of erotic tension.

Throw in some kinky senior partners in a firm with a "hapless" man at their mercy and it can light a lot erotic fires!

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He heard the door opening and realized he was trapped.

He wasn’t supposed to be where he was.  The Executive Washroom was for, executives.  And William Herrara was many things but an executive with Wilkins, Cortez, Simpson and Dawes wasn’t one of them.  It wasn’t a job ending offense but it wasn’t something the regular employees of the firm were supposed to do.  William did take liberties in sneaking into the washroom because he was the personal assistant to Mrs. Bianca Cortez and because he wanted the privacy of the Executive Washroom to clean himself up and repair what “damage” Mrs. Cortez did to him each Monday morning at 11:00 AM.

Playing The Part - Chapter 4

Diana comes ever more unto herself as her previous life disappears ever more. Now she is finding even more possibilities as Diana than she ever thought could be. And more and more in her life are joining her in being with Diana.

Chapter 4:

Day 461:

Sorry, I had to stop there.  I actually had to stop several times when writing about what happened that night with Jayden and Natalie.  Finally, after “relieving my womanly needs” twice, I was able to finish composing my account of that night.  I had wanted to write about what happened the next morning as it all just flowed wonderfully together.  But I was so exquisitely aroused from composing it all that I simply had to stop. 

Playing the Part - Chapter 3

 Playing the Part

Chapter 3

Diana continues to learn ever more about herself. Once again she learns that, when it comes to being Diana, Ms. Cambrai is right. Ms. Cambrai is always right. In particular, Ms. Cambrai is right about things which Diana had never even imagined herself doing. Things which make her previous life seem ever more distant as being Diana feels oh-so-very, very good...

Day 430:

Great news!  They not only found a new manufacturer for the clothing line here in the US but this new company can get in operation a whole month faster!  Yay us!  Good thing I didn’t wait any longer than I did for me surgeries!  Mr. Simms is such a smart man!  He’s made such good decisions for me.

Day 433:

I was so bubbly about the news of the production starting sooner that Ms. Cambrai said we should go out and celebrate together.  This being “together” with her, me and Jayden.  We’ve gotten back to doing dance lessons together now that I’ve healed up. I’m still stretching a bit. So it’s been super helpful for me.  And Jayden has been such a sweetheart about it.  His moves with me dancing are just as powerful as ever and I’ve come to relish the way he handles me on the dance floor.  Ms. Cambrai seems to relish his effects on me and teases me about how I was letting Jayden steal me away from her.  Not a chance!

I'm Published On Literotica Now Too!

 Woo hoo!  I'm published on Literotica now as well!  Yay me!

I'd known of Literotica for years now but had never thought to publish my writings there.  Fictionmania and Nifty filled those needs.  But, after encountering a likely lass over on Deviant Art, I was inspired to post on Literotica as she has.

So far it's just two tales.  I'm working through the twenty five or so I've published on Fictionmania and it seems to take almost a week to get each tale actually published on Literotica.  I'm learning the differences in the sites.  But, I'm over there as well!  Yay me!

Drop on over and check me out at Franvatar at Literotica!  And please drop a comment or two over there - and over here too!

Fran

Playing the Part – Chapter 2

 

Playing the Part – Chapter 2

Jake is now "Diana" full time in order to "stay in character." But Diana suddenly faces even more challenges than merely maintaining "her" poise under Ms. Cambrai's tutelage. Challenges which draw Jake ever further away from himself and ever deeper into playing the part of Diana. Challenges which he can only overcome by becoming Diana ever more completely. And becoming Diana more and more just seems so right and feels so very, very good...

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Day 290:

Wow.  I didn’t intend for this to turn out like I was writing some porn story.  But Ms. Cambrai said I should be detailed in writing down what I’ve experienced.  Detailed, specific, and heartfelt.  So, I shouldn’t be embarrassed or hesitant about it when my emotions come out like that.  She asked me if she could read my journal.  I don’t know how she even knew I was keeping one.  I must’ve mentioned it in passing some other time.  I was a bit hesitant but, Ms. Cambrai is right.  I started this journal as a way of keeping notes to help me with this role.  And as she is in my life now to also help me prepare for this part I am playing, then it only makes sense for her to also read my notes.  That way she can help me gain better insights into my character, Diana.  Besides, how could I keep any secrets from Ms. Cambrai?

Playing the Part - Chapter 1

 “Playing the Part”

How far would you go to “stay in character” in order to play a part?  How far is it acceptable for others to go in “helping” you to “stay in character” in order to play a part?

Jake Stevens is a down on his luck aspiring actor and model.  His best friend and roommate comes up with a part which could really help Jake make it big.  Problem is, the part involves modeling women’s clothes for an upcoming major new fashion line.  Jake accepts the “gig” as he needs the work and it will help his friend as well.

But for Jake, a guy, to pull off playing the part of a woman means a lot of dedication to “staying in character” on his part.  A dedication that the people around him seem exceptionally helpful in providing.  All too helpful, in fact.  Jake soon finds he’s losing himself in the character who’s part he is playing but can’t help himself from doing so.  Can he stop himself from losing himself?  Should he even try?  Especially when it all feels so right and feels so good.  Feels so very, very good…

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This is the longest tale I’ve worked up to date.  This first “chapter” doesn’t even reach a third of what I’ve currently written and even that isn’t finished yet!  Jake has lots of adventures here.  And faces lots of “challenges.”  The X rating applies to the tale as a whole.  It’s appropriate for this first part but it does take a bit to build up to where it fits appropriately.  The “Mind Altered, Hypnosis, Brainwashed” and “Identity Death” categories very much apply here!

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Playing the Part – Chapter 1

Day 1: 

Keeping a journal? Keeping it daily?  Seriously?  Sounds more like a “diary” than a “journal.”  And the whole thing seems more egotistical or what some chicks would do than what guys do.  But, Paul said it helped him when he was getting into acting and his boss recommended when he started with his latest gig.  So, if it worked for him.  Seems kinda girly but what the hell.  He asked me about it a couple of time now so, just to shut him up – ha!  I’ll do it. I, Mr. Jake Stevens, am now keeping a daily journal.  So there.

Day 10:

I really appreciate Paul’s helping me out like he has but, damn!  He got me all spun up about doing this “vintage fashion photo shoot” thing.  I thought it’d just be for one day’s photography - a “shoot” – not a month’s long campaign thing.  And he never said anything about it being in girl’s clothes.  Or as he made a point of pointing out – in “women’s clothes.”  

A Happy Vision

 

A Happy Vision

He lay there, strapped firmly in place and felt the increasing warmth spread through him of whatever it was she'd just injected him with.  He could barely turn his head due to the tightness of the restraints and the stiffness of the rubber hood.

She was still in his vision though and she was still a vision as well.  A delightful vision of so many of his fetishes.  That's why he had allowed himself to be encased in that latex body suit and why he had allowed himself to be strapped in to that special exam chair.

He had thought it was just some sort of medical play scene she was into and he was looking forward to her peeling out her latex fetish nurses outfit.  At least so at the conclusion as he desperately needed to take care of his amazingly hard cock.

She just smiled at him however, as she secured the last strap around his body to lock him in place.  Then she produced the syringe.  She peeled open a flap in the suit and pressed home the needle.  He hadn't expected that.  He hadn't wanted that.  The gag in his mouth however, prevented him from saying anything about it and the straps securing him kept him from thrashing about it much either.

Her radiant face gazed down at him as she watched the drugs take effect upon.  Seeing how the dose sapped his resistance she then set up the IV line into his arm.  That completed and with the new mixture now flowing directly into him, she once again looked deeply into his eyes.  His head was spinning and the warmth had spread throughout his body now.  He felt so relaxed despite knowing he should be panicking at that moment.

"Yes, my sweet" she purred down at him.  Her beautiful face with hose luscious lips inspiring his lust even amidst his panic.  "Yes, you feel so helpless don't you?  Yes, you do.  Yes, that's a good gurl.  Yes, a good gurl.  You're going to be my very good, good gurl."

"That gel you rubbed yourself down with to get into this latex suit?  Yes, that's my own special mixture.  It's a wonderful concoction that combines an exfoliant to dissolve away all your body hair as well as some absolutely divine hormone compounds that are soaking directly through your skin. The longer you have the suit on, the more will soak through to suppress your body's male hormones.  Isn't that wonderful?" she purred.

"But I wouldn't worry about the gel doing that too much.  It's too little to have much effect.  Not compared to what I've hooked up in your IV here.  The compounds there will work on you much, much faster.  They will not only shut down your testes - permanently shut those down - they'll also flood your body with all sorts of feminizing chemicals.  And, even more, there's even compounds mixed in with all that to work such wonders on your mind!  In a few weeks, and you will be here in that latex suit and on this special exam table for several weeks to come, you will be a wonderfully feminized, docile, happy sissy gurl.  Yes, isn't that divine?"

"Oh, I know have questions baby.  I know you do.  But the answers will come later.  Once I have you properly conditioned to be my next sissy pleasure slave!  I know you want that.  That you want that in your heart of heart but didn't have the courage to tell me.  Well, I'm taking care of that for you.  You will thank me for this later.  You will thank me.  I know you will."

"When you emerge from your this latex body suit - think of it like a cocoon and that you're developing into this beautifully feminine butterfly - you'll be well onto your way of being the gurl of your dreams.  Your skin will be soft and smooth and hairless.  Your breasts will have budded and be well on their way to growing into the most beautiful sissy mounds ever.  Your sissy clit will be wonderfully soft and beautifully small.  Your little sissy sacks will soon stop making any more of those boy hormones.  Forever, stop that.  As a my special sissy gurl you won't need such hormones any!  And best of all, the programming I'm going to be playing into your ears - into your mind, into your soul - will help you admit just what a submissive and docile sissy pleasure slave you truly are!"

"So just relax my special, special gurl.  You have no control over what's happening.  You are completely helpless.  You are completely powerless.  That's it my gurl.  You are completely helpless.  A helpless pretty, pretty gurl who needs a strong mistress to control you and keep you safe.  All you have to do is be my pretty, pretty special gurl.  Just be that for me and everything will be divine!  Will you do that for me?  It would make me so, so happy if you would be my special, special gurl  Yes, you want to make me happy, don't you?  Making me happy makes you happy.  And a sissy gurl like you always wants to be happy.  Yes, you do.  That's it my gurl.  Let those wonderful hormones and chemicals do their work.  Can feel them working on you?  Feel all that maleness just washing away out of you?  Letting that beautiful sissy gurl emerge from inside you?  That's it my gurl, just let it flow away and that sissy emerge.  Relax baby, let me control you.  Let me help that sissy gurl come out.  That's my gurl.  That's my special, special gurl.  That's my helpless sissy gurl...  Good gurl.  You're making me so happy... Yes...."

The warmth and lightness was all through his body.  He felt wonderful and happy and so very, very relaxed.  He knew she was insane.  He hadn't asked for any of this.  But it all felt so good.  So very, very good. Looking up at her angelic face in her latex fetish nurse's outfit she was still a vision to him.  He did want to make her happy.  And he couldn't think of any reason not to be her gurl.  Maybe she was right and that's who he really was.  He couldn't tell.  it just felt so right and so good to agree with her.  Her smile was so wonderful.  Would she smile at him if he was her good sissy gurl?  Would she play with him if he was her good sissy gurl?  Why shouldn't he be her sissy gurl.  She was so beautiful and being her sissy gurl would be so wonderful....

His last vision of her, before she snapped the VR googles over his eyes to play non-stop subliminals into his chemically defenseless mind, was of her beautiful face smiling at him and telling him that being her sissy gurl would make her so happy.  So very happy...

Maid to Order

 Maid To Order

Mr. Carstairs shuffled to the door and managed to stand fully upright in order to hug and “air kiss” his wife goodbye for the day.

“Now honey, remember what the doctor said.” She reminded him, “Keep taking your heart medications and try to keep calm.  Remember your blood meds too!” She chided him as she stepped out the door and off into her Porsche.

“Don’t worry, dear, I won’t forget!” he promised as she sped away.

Mr. Carstairs then shuffled himself over to his favorite overstuffed chair in the living room and let himself fall back into it.  He heaved a heavy sigh and then picked up the little bell from the small table next to the chair.  A bit of ringing and soon enough in came the maid that Mrs. Carstairs had insisted he employ.  “The house needs keeping up my dear and why not have someone who’s pretty do it for us?” she’d told him.  “Someone pretty?” thought Mr. Carstairs, “Hah!  Pretty and sexy and seductive and sexually insatiable AND a Tgirl to boot!” he’d laughed to himself.

The maid minced quickly over to Mr. Carstairs and did a nice deep curtsey to him.  “Yeth Thir?” she lisped.  She had yet to master speaking properly around the new piercing Mrs. Carstairs insisted be emplaced in the Tgirl’s tongue.  The resulting lisp was something Mrs. Carstairs knew her husband would find irresistible.  And the woman was right.  He also found the sensation of that piercing flicking over his cock irresistible.  As irresistible as Mrs. Carstairs found its flicking over her clit.  Though the later didn’t happen nearly as often as either Mr. Carstairs or the maid, Collette, wished it would.

“Ah, Collette.  Good girl.  Mrs. Carstairs is off to her time at the Club this afternoon so, you know what that means?”  He asked with a leer.

“Ooo… yeth Mither Carthstairs!  That I should turn down thhe bed!” Collette answered in her sweetly feminized voice and lisp.

“Yes, that’s right you little minx!  First though, help me up from this chair” he ordered his servant.

Collette did just that, handing Mr. Carstairs his cane once he was on his feet.  He shooed her off to the bedroom with a nice feeble swat on her ass and then shuffled himself after her.  It took him some time to shuffle himself up the stairs and then on to the master bedroom.  Entering the hallway he found that Collette had indeed turned down the bed covers and was waiting demurely standing at the foot of the bed.  Seeing her Master approach she perked up and minced out of the bedroom and into the hallway toward him.

Once they both were fully inside the hallway, Mr. Carstairs straightened himself up fully.  No more hunching.  He then leaned the cane against the wall and popped open one of the cabinets mounted along the walls of the hallway and began manipulating the screen of a small tablet computer on one of the shelves in that cabinet.  Collette was by his side and running her hands along Mr. Carstairs body – paying particular attention to his firm ass and hardening cock.  He leaned over and quickly kissed the mincing and eager Tgirl as he continued working the screen of the tablet.

“Just a minute you little slut.” He said, warmly, to the girl doing her best to arouse him.  “Let me just activate the file here…  and reroute the feed from there….  and… ooo… you are hungry for my cock!” he laughed as Collette’s eager fingers had opened his housecoat and slipped through his pajamas to begin fondling his cock and balls.

“And… a click here… and turning the override on… now!” he said with satisfaction as he turned his attentions away from the tablet’s screen and fully on to the hungry Tgirl cocksucker before him.  He grasped her face with both hands and passionately kissed her deeply as she peeled off his housecoat and then helped him shed his pajama bottoms.  He was kissing her and moving her toward the bed and stepping out of those pajamas.  No shuffling involved.  Finally reaching the bedside, he broke his kissing of his Tgirl slut maid and pushed the little minx back onto the bed.  She fell back with little yelp and big smile as he shrugged out of his pajama top.  Yes, Mr. Carstairs was clearly a man of some age and was not nearly as firm as he’d once been.  His heart however, was quite fine.  Thank you very much.  So too was his blood pressure.  His quite hard cock was proof enough of that as the Tgirl maid quickly rolled herself around to press her face onto it and onto his balls.  

The Ears Stay On

 

Life of the Party

 

Life of the Party

Yeah, she could a bitch at times.  Especially when she wasn’t the center of attention.  Which, these days, happened a lot more than it used to.  And she’s no one else to blame for that but herself.

I’m not sure what she saw in me when she first hit me up for a date.  She was sexy as hell and always the life of the party.  I was more the shy guy who hung out in the background.  Maybe that attracted her in that she figured she could overwhelm with her attentions.  She was right about that!  I loved it.  And was soon doing anything she asked just to keep her attention on me!

Shaving down so I was nice and smooth for her?  Sure thing!  Growing my hair out and letting her girlfriends at the salon style it?  You bet!  I was hesitant at first when she brought out her strap-on.  But, damn! Did she know how to use it!  She had me hooked and it was glorious!

I didn’t even bother questioning it when she said she wanted to play dress up games.  Sure, I was a guy but she was the one with the bigger dick and boy oh boy could she drive me to these eye rolling climaxes with it.  So, no, I didn’t argue when she had me dress like a girl - I was getting fucked like one anyway so why should that have been a problem!

The chastity cage was kinky occasional fun at first.  I didn’t much like it but couldn’t deny that the sex was more intense on the times she let me out of it.  That those times got longer and longer between them just made those orgasms that much deeper.  And I actually came to like that sort of low level horniness I stayed in with the cage being on.

Three ways with one of her girlfriends were always awesome.  They still were awesome when I was dressed up as a girl and they both whipped out their strap-ons!  They got even better though, when it was her, me and one of her boyfriends  I learned that a real cock is always better than a strap-on!

I was in “girl mode” all the time by that point so she didn’t have to do much persuading to get me on to the hormones.  “It’ll do wonders for your skin and your hair” she told me.  Well, I was routinely getting fucked silly by her, her girlfriends, and some of their boyfriends too. It had been ages since I last had my cock in her pussy so I didn’t really miss not getting a hardon once the girly juice had been pumped into me enough.

I liked the changes.  They did make me look girlier.  When one of her boyfriends - yeah, she has lots of other boyfriends.  She’s a slut! - suggested I was femme enough that I should try doing porn I thought it’d be fun.  It was.  It also started earning me some good cash.  That some guys were willing to offer me even more cash for “private performances” was a surprise.  A profitable surprise.  That’s what eventually paid for my tits.  And for the work on my face.
And now here I am.  It’s been a couple years.  But now I’m just as much the “party girl” as she ever was.  And I’m just as popular with the guys.  In no few times though, I’m even more popular!

Like right here tonight, for instance.  I think she looks great.  Yeah, she’s put on a little weight over these years but she’s still sexy as hell.  Not my fault if the guys here are paying more attention to me now.  She chose her outfit for tonight’s party, I chose mine.  Yeah, mine didn’t include a bra.  Hers did.  She’s wearing pants.  I’m not.  And I’m not wearing panties either.  

Her choices. My choices

That the guys like the fact that my titties pop out of my skimpy dress more easily than they can get at hers isn’t my fault.  And I really like the crowd at these parties.  Only a few of the guys don’t like what they find between my legs.  When their fingers wrap ‘round my little clitty instead of pushing into the snatch they expected most of ‘em will either laugh and slap me on that ass for being such a tease. I try and be apologetic about it and ask ‘em what I could do to make up for it?  Like a blow job or a quick fuck, perhaps?  The ones not into it just say no and move on.

The crowd here is like that.  The bouncers here at the club also make sure no one gets stupid about it either.

So, yeah, I’m lovin’ it now.  This stud behind me is getting my fires burning something fierce.  I like it when big hard men take to mauling me.  That’s why I got these titties in the first place!  And the combo of him groping my tits while rubbing my clitty between his fingers is turning me on even more.  And from the hardness in his jeans that he’s pressing into my butt, I think I’m turning him on to.

Now the only question is whether he’s gonna want me to take care of him in one of the bathroom stalls here at the party or it’ll be back at his place.  The night’s still young enough where I could manage both.  Or get plowed by him in one of those stalls now and still be up for finding some other stud to take me back to his place later.  Yeah, I’m a slut too!

So, yes, I’m enjoying being the life of the party now.  It’s not my fault I’m the center of attention here.  She made me this way.  And I love it!

It Was Such A Cheesy Line

It was such a cheesy line.

It was such a cheesy line.  And it was all bullshit too. If the hotel manager knew he was pulling this, Mike would find himself fired in a heartbeat.  But, Mike figured he was careful enough.  He figured he had gotten good enough at reading the guests who checked in.  And being the hotel’s front desk receptionist on the weeknights, he got to check in every guest.  And he always did what research online about each guest he could before they showed up.

The ones who reserved their rooms online but then wanted to pay in cash when they arrived were always the guys he tried reading more closely.  Paying in cash like that could mean they wanted no transaction record on their credit card bills.  That they wanted "discretion" above all else.  And when he saw the few of them that were trying to “read” him as well?  Then he knew he might’ve found some potentials there.

Thus when “visitors” started arriving for those particular guests, Mike checked them out real closely too.  Oh, it was all in the name of ensuring the “safety and security of our hotel patrons” and all that.  But he had learned real good to look for the signs of these visitors being sissies like himself.  Femme boys or CDs who were meeting their “daddy” at the hotel for some “discrete encounter” away from prying eyes.

It was always a risky thing going up to the rooms of such men.  He could be completely wrong and have utterly missed reading them.  The men could be complete closet cases who were terrified of their secret lives being know.  Or they just might’ve wanted their privacy and not found Mike’s appearance at their door to be worth accepting.

He always made sure to keep his little cock in a cage when he’d try to present himself to such a guest.  The whole risk thing turned him on so much that if his sissy stick was out loose he’d be tenting his panties something bad.  They still wound up a soggy mess from his leaking so much even by just the first knocking on their door.

Sometimes he’d guessed right but the daddy or top or master had just got done fucking his sissy and was “down for the count.”  Some times they were about to check out themselves - ahead of the nights they’d paid for - and were already half-way out the door when Mike got there.  Sometimes he’d guessed right but he just wasn’t to their particular taste.  Too young, too old, not gurlish enough, too trashy, not trashy enough, too white, too eager.  It was very much a personal taste thing even if he’d read them right and everything else was otherwise perfect.

But on those rare occassions... On those rare daddies that he’d read right, weren’t too spent from fucking the brains out of the last sissy boy to visit them, and that found Mike attractive enough?  Oh daddy!  Those were the best times!

Mike wound up walking funny after providing himself as room service for those men.  Walking funny, with a really sore sissy ass and his jaw would hurt oh so nicely too!  That and some of those daddies or masters had to punish Mike for being so "intrusive" or "pushy."  It was one way to keep himself from trying to sit down too much while at the front desk - his sissy ass would be beet red from that “punishment!”

This latest guest Mike thought he had "read" the right way was wearing just a bathrobe when he'd opened the door at Mike's knocking.  From the bulge growing and poking out of the man's bathrobe, it looked to Mike that he’d read him just right!  And that the man had just stepped out of the shower meant he was all nice and clean to get nice and dirty with his new sissy boy!

Some days, Mike really enjoyed his job! 

Since You're Already Down There...