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This story was inspired by a good friend of mine that wears red high heeled shoes while he works from home. Please comment below if you like my story. It started off so innocently, Jim Harris had done his computer job for almost three years, it was March 2020 when he was hired, it was a weird year everyone in his office was working from home, he was the best at what he did, no one could come close to Jim’s output, trouble was Jim could do this job while standing on his head, so boredom was a natural progression. One day Jim was staring around his living room and noticed that his girlfriend had left a pair of her shoes in the middle of the floor, they looked very sexy lying there with their huge black heel, I wonder what its like for her to wear them, he thought. He looked round the living room not knowing why he was looking, no one was there, he was tempted to try them on but dismissed the idea as crazy, but as the day went on, and the more bored he got, he thought what harm

The Kindness of Neighbors Part 7 Part 7, David spends another evening under his dominant sister's thumb… and toes. CW:Femdom, Forced Feminization, Sisterdom, light Momdom, Chastity, Humiliation and Maid Work. I stood up and walked over to Jenna where she stood in my doorway. I should clarify (and maybe this is obvious), we are fraternal twins, not identical. She was quite a bit shorter than me. But the dominant smirk she wore on her face made me feel 1 inch tall compared to her. She reached into her bag and pulled out a lacy yellow pair of panties. "Go put these on in the bathroom. Then come back here." I nodded and was reminded of my sister's joy of humiliation as I replied. "Yes, Princess Jenna." My eyes grew wide as my voice was still low and sultry. I realized that Kathy had (probably intentionally) failed to tell me to stop using that voice! Jenna almost fell over laughing as I blushed and rushed to the bathroom. I locked the door behind me and stripped off my pants and boxer briefs. I froze in horror when I did. Kathy had also not removed my chastity cage! When I slid the panties on, my manhood was still compressed and out of sight, leaving me looking smooth down there! I realized that a program might make me ignore the discomfort! Panicking, I slid my pants back on, put my boxer briefs in my pocket and returned to my bedroom where I saw Jenna doing something by my dresser. She looked up and noticed me. "Come here, I have something to show you." I walked over and saw that she was at my underwear drawer. I was shocked by what I saw! The drawer was filled to the brim with panties in all colors and styles. There was everything from soft microfiber panties to skimpy g-strings. I looked at her in shock and found her grinning back at me. "Come on, slave. I'll explain." With that, she closed my drawer, turned on her heels and walked to her room, with her subservient slave in tow. When we entered her room, she closed the door behind us, sat on the edge of her bed, snapped her fingers and pointed at the floor in front of her. Without another word, I knelt in front of her. She smirked down at me, clearly enjoying every second of this. "So you're probably wondering about the panties. Well, Kathy was texting me today and told me all about your session today." A cold chill of dread ran down my back. She knew about my humiliating day of objectification and humiliation? Jenna smiled, nodded and continued. "That's right, she told me all about what you said in today's session. How you don't respect women, how you hold deep resentment toward us and how you fantasize about dominating and abusing us." I breathed a sigh of relief. At least she didn't know EVERYTHING. I looked up at Jenna and was surprised to see sympathy, understanding and caring. "She… she said that it was rooted in dad leaving us and never knowing him. David, dad hurt all of us when he left. I grew up without him too. I feel the same pain you do. You know that right?" I was stunned. Was this a real conversation happening?! She called me 'David' and was speaking from the heart. Was this a sign that she was softening to my plight? Had Kathy made a misstep by bringing dad into this? I nodded to Jenna, letting her know that I understood. Jenna took a deep breath and her face returned to its dominant expression. "Good, then you'll understand what I'm about to say. It's not fair to blame mom and me for his leaving. You are punishing us and all women for what a man did, and that ends here! Kathy says that getting you in touch with your feminine side will help you work past this deep set hatred you have and she insists that the more degrading this is, the more helpful it will be for you." And there it was. Kathy hadn't made a mistake, she had made sure that new torturous punishments and treatment could 'ethically' be introduced at home. And as far as she knew, Jenna could now let loose and think that she was helping her brother. I could have killed Kathy in that moment, but even that thought sent a painful jab straight through my brain. "So to help you, Kathy used CashApp earlier to send me money to buy you panties." She started cackling as she continued. "Because it's probably pretty hard to try and act like some big, tough, strong man when your in frilly little girl panties!" When she finished, she fell over laughing at the absurdity of the idea. I could only kneel and take it until she finished. "So, let's help you get more in touch with your girly side. You'll give me a manny/peddy with French tips. Oh wait." She grabbed her phone and scrolled through some text messages. "Kathy said to tell you 'Make my nails perfect and make them FRENCH.'" That was the trigger word. I looked on her bed and saw that she had all of her nail polishing supplies ready. My body took the supplied and got started. I spent an hour, bent over and painstakingly painting each nail to perfection. My hands and back got sore from the posture, but my brain prod wouldn't let me stop until each nail was perfect. After I was done, Jenna looked like she had more for me to do, but we heard mom coming up the stairs calling my name. Jenna rolled her eyes in annoyance and looked at me. "Well, I guess I shouldn't be selfish with the household slave. Go. But stop using that stupid voice. Kathy said mom doesn't know everything and that's probably for the best. She said, "If you don't respond well to my order to check your phone." I took out my phone and saw I did have a text from Kathy. Kathy: Your sister said she enjoyed your voice, but speak normally to your mother. She doesn't need to know what's going on yet. Give me time, one day you'll be an obedient little sissy slave both at my house and your mother's. I promise you that. I groaned as I left Jenna's room and found mom at the top of the stairs. She looked a little annoyed with me. "David, I really appreciate the changes you're making and I'm very happy with your progress, but you are not living up to your new commitments. The laundry is piling up in the laundry room and that was something you said you would handle." I felt a sharp pain in my head, my punishment for failing in my duties. "I'm so sorry mom. I have no excuse. I'll get started on it right away." Mom raised an eyebrow. "Yes you will, but you owe me something first. Come with me." I followed mom to the living room and sat next to her on the couch. "My feet are so sore. Rub them for me and tell me how your session went today." With that, mom kicked off her shoes and put her stockinged feet on my lap. I spent about 20 minutes rubbing her feet and regurgitating the cover story that was implanted in my mind. As I spoke, mom's attitude toward me changed, becoming less annoyed and more understanding. "Oh David. I always suspected that your dad leaving had some effect, but you never wanted to talk to me about it. I'm so sorry that you feel so hurt that you strike out against others. But Kathy is right, you have to stop punishing others for your pain. Does that make sense?" I nodded my head. "Yes mom. I'm so sorry for taking my anger out on you and all women. I realize now that my male hormones and affinity towards violence led me down this destructive path. I hope that my chores and service will help me get a new, more constructive perspective." I gritted my teeth at the words I was saying. Forcing me to blame my male hormones would just sink in the fact that I would be better off as a sissy! Darn that woman! I endured another punishing mental jab for that sentiment. Mom was smiling at me. "Wow, Kathy is really helping you get a new perspective! Well, my feet and mind feel much better. Get the laundry done before you go to bed okay?" I nodded, knowing that the laundry would probably only take me about an hour and a half. I got to the laundry room and found a modest stack of laundry. I got to work, but was heavily guided by my mental prod. First of all, I found that I needed to separate panties from the rest of the clothes. As I started a load of darks, I carried the panties to the sink and to my chagrin, I started hand washing them all. As I did the laundry, I found that there were new thorough practices that must have been part of my new chore programming. I hand washed the panties and stockings, made sure that the washer and dryer setting were uniquely set for each individual load and after the dryer, I found myself ironing each individual piece of clothing. It took me hours of slaving over each individual garment and sorting the clothes into different laundry baskets. By the time I carried the baskets and set mom's clothes by her door and Jenna's clothes by hers, it was well after midnight. I dragged myself into bed, physically exhausted from the non-stop chores and mentally exhausted from the torture, humiliation and mental discipline I had suffered throughout the day. As I laid down, I wondered how I could possibly go on another day, but then I saw Kathy's sadistic smile in my minds eye and heard her voice in my head, answering my miserable thoughts. "You'll go on because I own you, and I say so." To be continued…

Seth didn’t know what was going on. Everything had been normal until a week ago, but now he was standing here in the club dressed as a girl and flirting with the guy in front of him, while his girlfriend whispered in his ear “Remember you did this to yourself.” It had started the week before. Seth had gotten home from work late again, giving the same excuse that he always had been lately, about his boss riding him extra hard to finish up some projects. In reality he had been having an affair with Liz, his coworker who worked across the office floor. He couldn’t help it – she was just so much sexier than Amanda, his girlfriend. Today, Amanda hadn’t bought the excuse. She had been standing in the kitchen with her arms crossed, we he got home, and the look on her face was enough to let Seth know that she was PISSED. “How long?” she asked. Seth tried to feign ignorance. “What do you mean, how long?” “Don’t even try it,” she said. “Someone told Liz that you were in a relationship

Jason sighed, realizing he had lost the bet to his classmate, Jenna. Their wager revolved around the outcome of their recent school exams, each confident in their academic knowledge. The challenge was simple: Whoever scored the highest would get to choose a dare for the other. As fate would have it, Jenna emerged victorious, boasting a slightly higher score. Her mischievous grin hinted at the elaborate plan she had in mind for Jason as she unveiled the consequences of his defeat. With a twinkle in her eye, she presented him with an unusual ultimatum. "Okay, Jason, here's the deal," Jenna declared, a playful tone in her voice. "You can either pick to let me choose the style of your eyebrows and eyelashes. Or you can let me decide on the perfect set of nails for you. If you refuse to pick, well, I'll get to choose both. So, what do you want more: stunning lashes and beautiful eyebrows or a fabulous set of nails?" Caught in the aftermath of their academic wager, Jason now faced a

His first reaction was one of disbelief he actually looked like a girl, with just makeup, “How can this be” he asked his sister? “Thats years of practice on my part” she answered “Is there no other way he can get the money back?” He pleaded “I’m afraid not” she said, “But on the other hand you do make a pretty girl” This was no consolation to Peter, Sandy took pity on her brother and suggested that he could get away with not having to wear a dress, as she passed him a pair of capri pants, he was at least grateful for that, she told him she had seen boys and girls wearing them she explained to Peter, It was now almost time to go to the salon, Sandy found him some shoes with a small heel that matched the pants, and went to get ready herself, twenty minutes later she was ready, she linked arms with her brother who now looked more like a sister and stood in front of the hall mirror before stepping out of the door. Peter was so glad to be wearing the small heel, after all his

My Stressed-Out Boss By: FLA527 Another in the Shooting Stars series A TG - RS story Gerald Simpson sighed heavily, it had been another long day. Made even worse because my unit had to work late due to a project upper management assigned our team. Anyway, finally all seemed to have finished their assignments and were heading out. Going around, checking in to make sure all had turned in their work and thanking them for pitching in by staying late. And as I moved through the area, from cubicle to cubicle, checking in with each team member, a weariness was asserting itself. At 44 years old and unfortunately divorced, currently I had little more than work in my life. Yes, I have two kids, a 20-year-old son and 17-year-old daughter. But, they were busy with their lives, which didn't leave much time for a father who'd, honestly, been so busy trying to build his career to have much time for them growing up. So sadly, now it was a struggle to get them to commit much