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Reader Advisory: These stories are for mature audiences only and feature intensely erotic situations, bdsm play, degradation, spanking, humiliation, discipline, punishment, submission and dominance. All characters are 18 or older.
Men Made Obedient contains three Femdom BDSM-themed stories of intense eroticism, dominance and submission, discipline, spanking, and humiliation in all forms.

Her Terms for Taking Me Back
After a series of relationships sabotaged by his own controlling ways, Daniel returns to the woman he remembers being happiest with, only to find her changed. Marissa has learned a lot about herself and about the world since they we last together and if Daniel wants to be with her now, he will be the one to surrender control. A fulfilling and charged relationship may await, but only after Marissa has made Daniel suffer for his past transgressions and made it very, very clear who is the dominant and who is the submissive.

When She Is Strict
As much as his mistress appreciates Richard's inviting, submissive body, his behavior can leave something to be desired. On a morning when Richard oversleeps and goes to his mistress later than expected, her interrogation reveals that he often touches himself after their sessions together when she has not allowed him release. His disobedience, his mistress informs him, reveals not only that he does not understand what it is to obey, but that he does not understand the great pleasure and gratitude that lie within true submission. But lest he worry, his mistress is here to instruct him.

Hers to Punish When She Wants
Mitchell has been meeting his domme irregularly for the better part of 3 months. He has never experienced anything as powerful, fulfilling, or seductive as his submission to the mysterious Mistress A. But their meetings are sporadic and he is desperate for more. Tormented by needs he never knew he had and which only Mistress A can satisfy, he searches the nearby residential areas until he glimpses her through an open window. He approaches the house, prepared to beg for more, only to uncover an unwelcome surprise and reap the penalties and pleasures of his disobedient arrival.

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Reader Advisory: This story is for mature audiences only and features intensely erotic situations, bdsm play, discipline, punishment, spanking, anal sex, submission and dominance. All characters are 18 or older.

Bosswomen contains three Femdom BDSM-themed stories of intense eroticism, dominance and submission, discipline, spanking, and humiliation in all forms.

Over Her Knee
Jason's young and beautiful boss Joanna Roth has always taken a special interest in him, ever since he first came to work for her at the age of sixteen. After Jason loses the order form of a very important client, she punishes him as she often has before: with a sound spanking. But on this occasion, he settles onto Joanna's lap to take the punishment under her strict hands only to find his long-secret feelings for her pushed out into the open by the unmistakable throes of orgasm. When questioned, Jason is forced to admit that he has always been hopelessly aroused by the discipline his boss administers. Now that all feelings are out in the open, will this day prove a nightmare or fulfill the fantasy Jason has never allowed himself to admit he wants?

No Match for the Bussinesswoman
For years Clay Phillips has been working nights and weekends to get his start-up off the ground, but when long overdue success begins to turn heads, it attracts the attentions of heavy hitters that Clay is not prepared to contend with. Such a one is Christine Rivers, beautiful CEO of the Rosemont Group, who has come to meet with Clay personally about the prospect of a buyout. What begins as a bit of simple maneuver and professional strong-arming soon becomes much more as the seductive and forceful businesswoman turns to more elaborate means of bringing Clay around to her point of view. Threats, physical dominance, and sexual manipulation will all come into play before she has gotten her way and left Clay bruised and gasping on his office desk, hungry for more.

Called to Her Office
Chris has never been outgoing around his coworkers, but it isn't until a new boss arrives to run the branch that he begins to regret his isolation in the work place. For weeks he silently hungers for Ms. Reese's attention, until he is called in for a performance review. Once the two are alone together, it isn't long before all sorts of things are coming out into the open. Not least among these revelations: Veronica Reese has been painfully aware of Chris's desire for her attention, and she intends to punish him for the inappropriate means he has employed to distract her from her professional duties.

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She produced another folded sheet of paper and laid it in front of me. "First, you sign this contract, finalizing the sale for the amount I've offered you. It will make you a very rich man."
I managed to shake my head. "This is all happening too fast."
"Too fast?" she repeated. "I thought I had been very generous with my time. I have given you months to withdraw from my markets."
"I can't," I stammered.
She nodded, as though deciding something for herself. "Do you know what it is like when a little startup like yours wanders in and starts trying to underbid companies like mine? It is like a child that insists on sitting at the grown-ups' table. The child refuses to acknowledge objective reality. It only understands one thing."
She pushed the stacks of paper which remained in the center of my desk off to the side. One of them wobbled, tipped, and cascaded to the floor, but she did not notice. "The only thing they understand, Clay, is a firm hand."
She was standing over me, now, and I had shrunk back into the chair. Her sultry, inviting manner had been replaced by the tone of utter authority.
"I can make you regret your stubbornness in any number of ways. I can underbid every contract you receive, headhunt every name you hire, and grind your company into the dirt until every last investor you have is serving you papers. Is that what you want?"
I stared up at her, mute.
"Stand up," she said.
I stayed frozen in place.
"Stand up," she repeated. "You call yourself the owner of this company. You can't even stand and look me in the eye in your own office? You have to cower in your chair?"
Shakily, I complied.
No sooner was I standing than she had put her hand to the small of my back, pushing me over and pinning me down upon my desk.
"I'm going to do something much less permanent than all of that," she said. There was not so much as a single note of strain in her voice as she held me completely helpless against the smooth oak of my desk. "Because I'm beginning to like you, because in a certain way I can admire stubbornness, I'm going to teach you very simply and here, in private, just how out of your depth you are."
I tried to say something, but her hand against my back was compressing my chest against the desk too forcefully to draw full breath. Instead, all that emerged was a whimper.
Reader Advisory: These stories are for mature audiences only and feature intensely erotic situations, dominant women and submissive men, taboo teacher/student relations, discipline, spanking, and humiliation. All characters are 18 or older.

Jackson doesn't know why he started the rumor about Professor Eliza Richardson, his young and beautiful economics professor. Maybe it was a plea for attention or maybe it was just a way of making a long-hidden fantasy become slightly real. But whatever the reason, the rumors have made their way to the Dean of Student Affairs Ms. Clay herself, and when Jackson is called down to the office on a Friday afternoon, he finds out the dean's heard a lot more.

Once past the initial mortification, he can admit he's probably earned the spanking she'll give him, but did Ms. Clay really have to tell Professor Richardson about the whole thing, too? Surely the professor will find her own ways to settle accounts, and all Jackson can do is wait and see which method will leave him more sore.

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The ensuing silence was awful. After daring the initial glance towards Professor Richardson my eyes had stayed locked on a spot on the floor near the leg of the desk. I could feel her considering me.

"Won't you say something, Professor?" I finally blurted.

"I'm trying to understand you, Jackson."

"What's to understand? I shouldn't have said - I just made a mistake."

"What did you want?"

I struggled with the question. "I guess I just sort of liked the idea of it, to tell the truth," I said finally in a very quiet voice. "I'm just so incredibly embarrassed, Professor."

She blinked in surprise. Then she started to laugh. "Is that what it was?" she said. "I thought I saw something in the way you looked at me, and it made the lie all the harder to understand." She closed the door of the office and stepped into the room. "But then again, if you knew the headache ... what a stupid thing."

"I'm sorry."

She billowed the top of her blouse with a hand and ran frustrated fingers through her lustrous, dark hair. Even though it was wildly inappropriate given the situation, I couldn't help but find her even more alluring when angry than when she was calm and collected. She seemed simultaneously capable of anything and yet in control. I got the sudden and very strange insight that she had probably been the type to get into a lot of trouble when she was younger.

She turned back to look at me and caught me staring. Her eyes locked to mine, freezing me in place, and I watched a faintly appraising look come into her face. Her full lips pursed thoughtfully.

"Well what are we going to do about this?" she asked.

The question sounded rhetorical, so I watched her without answering.

"Tell me," she said, walking over to lean against the desk only a couple feet from me. "What is it exactly you told people I did?"


Notice: This title includes themes and passages that have been adapted from Jessica Whitethread’s Naughty Rumors with full consent of the original author.
Reader Advisory: This story is for mature audiences only and features intensely erotic situations, femdom bdsm play, discipline, punishment, spanking, submission and dominance. All characters are 18 or older.

Adam's mistress Naomi has always been a gentle and forgiving dominatrix, often indulging his whims and preferring to let him play his part rather than resort to harsh discipline or exploit his naturally trusting ways. But Adam's obedience has begun to slip, and Naomi is forced to accept that a change is needed. To begin anew, she invites a fellow dominatrix and her submissive to dinner, thinking that their much stricter relationship might provide the eye opener she is loathe to inflict directly on her supposedly fragile submissive. Adam is excited at the prospect, but soon realizes that the evening will be far more intense than he is prepared for. As the night escalates, he will find herself torn between his natural reservations and the need to prove himself an equal of the visiting submissive in the eyes of their women. In shockingly little time, the drive to prove his devotion and obedience will have him doing things he never thought he could do ? and still falling short.

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I looked up. Unintentionally, my eyes flicked first to the woman standing on the threshold. Her eyes were dark and intelligent, and her cheeks were high-boned and elegant. She wore a soft green blouse and tight skirt, unapologetic of the ripe, sensual body beneath them. A coat was folded over her slender arm. Quickly I looked away, knowing I had permission only to seek out my counterpart.
I followed the direction the woman's hand indicated and took in a man of slender build, perhaps a year younger than me. His hair was soft brown and short and a studded leather collar adorned his throat. His clothes were simple black cotton. Both the pants and t-shirt were tight enough to reveal the lean muscularity of his form but not so tight that they seemed like obvious fetish-wear. Only the tightness at his crotch seemed to toe the line of propriety, where the fabric stretched over an unmistakable bulge that he made no attempt to obscure.
I gave him a small smile, thinking that it was my role to welcome him into the penthouse. He only returned my look with very large eyes and a meek expression that did not seem to acknowledge my existence.
"Show him into the dining room," Melissa instructed me. "Naomi and I have some things to discuss in her office before dinner."
"Yes, mistress," I said.
I turned and led him out of the entrance hall and around into the dining room. His even footsteps were resounded softly on the hardwood floor.
I went to offer him a chair, but when I turned I saw that he had taken a kneeling position on the floor a few steps back from the chair I had offered him. Were we not allowed at the table?
A little taken aback, I watched him. He was sitting back on his heels with his eyes fixed on the floor in front of him. His posture was stiffly erect and expectant, his chest was thrust out and his hands were clasped behind his back.
His behavior made me second-guess myself. I had assumed we would sit at the table, but now I didn't want to do anything out of turn. The point of this dinner was to learn, after all.
A little dubious, I walked over and lowered myself beside him. I did my best to imitate his position as well, but looking first at him and then back at myself I found that I couldn't entirely manage it.
"Have you and Melissa been together long?" I asked, feeling a little silly as we knelt together on the floor.
Peter did not respond right away. He shifted slightly, still staring intently at the floor. "Mistress says it's wrong to talk to other submissives without her permission," he said.
"Oh, sorry," I said at a loss.
I cast a sidelong glance at his rigid form. Was this what was expected of me? Was this the standard I was going to be held to? I didn't really know what to make of it. He obviously took satisfaction in being this way, and I couldn't deny that it turned me on a little bit the way Melissa controlled him, completely and unequivocally even in absentia. Would I be that way? Would I be able to be?
Reader Advisory: This story is for mature audiences only and features intensely erotic situations, femdom bdsm play, degradation, humiliation, discipline, punishment, spanking, submission and dominance. All characters are 18 or older.

Mitchell has been meeting his domme irregularly for the better part of 3 months. He has never experienced anything as powerful, fulfilling, or seductive as his submission to the mysterious Mistress A. But their meetings are sporadic and he is desperate for more. Tormented by needs he never knew he had and which only Mistress A can satisfy, he searches the nearby residential areas until he glimpses her through an open window. He approaches the house, prepared to beg for more, only to uncover an unwelcome surprise and reap the penalties and pleasures of his disobedient arrival.

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"Mitchell, Mitchell, Mitchell. What am I going to do with you?"
A lump caught in my throat. How I wanted this woman for my own. How I wanted to give myself to her every minute of every day, totally, absolutely, and without reservation. If we were together, if we shared a home, she could bring anyone she wanted into it. I would never complain. But life was not so kind.
"Whatever you want, mistress," I said quietly, feeling a little sorry for myself.
She snorted in amusement and turned and seated herself on the couch. The room smelled of her. I breathed it in and savored it.
"Come here," she instructed, patting the base of the couch where she sat.
I hurried forward and sank to the ground at her feet. I curled myself around her smooth calves and laid my cheek against her knee. A shiver of pleasure ran through me as she stroked my hair fondly. My own hand returned to the outside of my pants.
"You knew I wouldn't want you to come here, didn't you?" she asked.
I knew it was a dangerous question, no matter how sympathetic her tone might sound, but I could not lie to her. "Yes, mistress."
"I see." She continued to stroke my head thoughtfully. "And how long have you been looking for me like this. Driving around, I mean."
"I don't set out to, mistress," I explained in a rush. "I just, I am going somewhere and I get distracted and before I know it I am driving slowly through block after block. I almost don't admit to myself what I'm doing, but I - I mean, it just happens, mistress."
"How long has it just been happening?"
"A month, maybe. Maybe a little longer."
Her fingers grasped my neck and bent my head around, forcing my head into a painful angle so that I was looking up at her. That was how she was with me. Sometimes it would not occur to her to ask me to do something. She would just make my body do what she wanted it to. I looked up into her eyes, fearful but accepting of whatever punishment she gave me.
"Things can't continue like this," she said, holding my face close to hers. "Do you understand why?"
With difficulty, I nodded.
"If I can't trust you with this simple boundary, then what trust is there at all? We might as well not know each other."
Through my eyes alone I tried to communicate how sorry I felt and how desolate the idea of not knowing her sounded. I wanted her to know that I understood why she was unhappy and that I was a thousand times unhappier for being the one who had caused this. And yet, I had not meant to. I could not help it.
"So this is what we're going to do, Mitchell. I'm going to show you how bad an idea it is for you to come here, and if you are good and if you learn your lesson - if I see you really trying to learn your lesson - then I will give you something to help you make it until the next time I can see you. Does that sound reasonable?"
I nodded gratefully. Everything felt so much better when she established a direction for us. She was going to punish me, and then she was going to help me. The guilt and shame at having come here was lessened by the knowledge that I would pay for the transgression. It was a mistake, but she would address it and we would move on. That was all that needed to happen. I knew that whatever she did would be the right thing.
Reader Advisory: These stories are for mature audiences only and feature intensely erotic situations, dominant women and submissive men, taboo teacher/student relations, bdsm play, discipline, spanking and humiliation. All characters are 18 or older.

Teacher's Rules contains three hot stories of dominant women and school discipline:

Femdom Class for the Jock

Peter Leyton has always found ways of using his good looks and athletic talents to get ahead, and when he arrives in college it doesn't look like that's going to have to change. But his easy ride runs out when his professor Sarah Kelly notices him flirting with a female classmate only to copy her course work. The domineering and ever-so-sexy professor decides it's time to teach Peter a little personal responsibility and maybe show the testosterone charged young man just what a woman who actually knows how to handle him looks like.

Student Takes Charge

If he's being honest, Sam Rogers sometimes enjoys jerking around the female college students in his classes … but when he goes too far with his bad marks, he finds out there's someone in his class who won't get pushed too far. Melanie, an undergraduate who knows how to take charge, has discovered a dirty little secret that Sam will do anything to keep from getting out into the open. She's willing to keep this secret between them, but she wants to be sure that Sam still gets the punishment he so very much deserves.

Spanking After Class

Jackson doesn't know why he started the rumor about Professor Eliza Richardson, his young and beautiful economics professor. Maybe it was a plea for attention or maybe it was just a way of making a long-hidden fantasy become slightly real. But whatever the reason, the rumors have made their way to the Dean of Student Affairs Ms. Clay herself, and when Jackson is called down to the office on a Friday afternoon, he finds out the dean's heard a lot more.

Once past the initial mortification, he can admit he's probably earned the spanking she'll give him, but did Ms. Clay really have to tell Professor Richardson about the whole thing, too? Surely the professor will find her own ways to settle accounts, and all Jackson can do is wait and see which method will leave him more sore.

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"I'm going to punish you, Sam," she explained, her hand opening first the belt and then my fly to push my pants down to my knees and allow them to fall the rest of the way to the floor. I clutched a hand over my crotch, now covered only by a pair of thin white briefs. "You don't seem to be grasping that reality," she went on. "It's either me or the Chair of your Department. Which one do you want it to be?"

I stared at her, caught in an impossible place. I had no one to blame but myself. Why had I done it? And now I was completely at her mercy.

"Well?"

"You," I whispered.

"Me? You want me to punish you?"

I grimaced, trying to think of some other option.

"Sam? What's it going to be?"

"... Yes."

The smile returned to her face. "That's a good boy. I thought you'd see it my way. It just took a little explaining. Now bend down and pick up your pants and hand them to me. I'd hate to let them wriankle down there."

The deep crimson flush of humiliation was rising in my face as I stared at her, paralyzed.

"Sam," she repeated, pointing at my fallen garment.

Melanie held out her hand for it and I gave it to her. She folded it with care, placed it on the desk behind her, and then turned back to me. She eyed me up and down, evaluating the man standing before her. I was supposed to be the authority figure, but how fast the tables had turned. I felt the humiliating flush in my cheeks burning hotter than ever as I felt her soft brown eyes roving over my body.

Notice: These titles include themes and passages that have been adapted from several works by Jessica Whitethread with full consent of the original author.
Reader Advisory: This story is for mature audiences only and features intensely erotic situations, bdsm play, spanking, humiliation, discipline, punishment, submission and dominance. All characters are 18 or older.

For years Clay Phillips has been working nights and weekends to get his start-up off the ground, but when long overdue success begins to turn heads, it attracts the attentions of heavy hitters that Clay is not prepared to contend with. Such a one is Christine Rivers, beautiful CEO of the Rosemont Group, who has come to meet with Clay personally about the prospect of a buyout. What begins as a bit of simple maneuver and professional strong-arming soon becomes much more as the seductive and forceful businesswoman turns to more elaborate means of bringing Clay around to her point of view. Threats, physical dominance, and sexual manipulation will all come into play before she has gotten her way and left Clay bruised and gasping on his office desk, hungry for more.

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She produced another folded sheet of paper and laid it in front of me. "First, you sign this contract, finalizing the sale for the amount I've offered you. It will make you a very rich man."
I managed to shake my head. "This is all happening too fast."
"Too fast?" she repeated. "I thought I had been very generous with my time. I have given you months to withdraw from my markets."
"I can't," I stammered.
She nodded, as though deciding something for herself. "Do you know what it is like when a little startup like yours wanders in and starts trying to underbid companies like mine? It is like a child that insists on sitting at the grown-ups' table. The child refuses to acknowledge objective reality. It only understands one thing."
She pushed the stacks of paper which remained in the center of my desk off to the side. One of them wobbled, tipped, and cascaded to the floor, but she did not notice. "The only thing they understand, Clay, is a firm hand."
She was standing over me, now, and I had shrunk back into the chair. Her sultry, inviting manner had been replaced by the tone of utter authority.
"I can make you regret your stubbornness in any number of ways. I can underbid every contract you receive, headhunt every name you hire, and grind your company into the dirt until every last investor you have is serving you papers. Is that what you want?"
I stared up at her, mute.
"Stand up," she said.
I stayed frozen in place.
"Stand up," she repeated. "You call yourself the owner of this company. You can't even stand and look me in the eye in your own office? You have to cower in your chair?"
Shakily, I complied.
No sooner was I standing than she had put her hand to the small of my back, pushing me over and pinning me down upon my desk.
"I'm going to do something much less permanent than all of that," she said. There was not so much as a single note of strain in her voice as she held me completely helpless against the smooth oak of my desk. "Because I'm beginning to like you, because in a certain way I can admire stubbornness, I'm going to teach you very simply and here, in private, just how out of your depth you are."
I tried to say something, but her hand against my back was compressing my chest against the desk too forcefully to draw full breath. Instead, all that emerged was a whimper.
When you're in the doctor's office, don't be rude to the nurses. That's one of the lessons the men in these stories discover in a hurry when they find themselves thrown into gender altering, humiliating, and helplessly arousing situations by the women they think they can get away with mistreating.

Dealing with all the new feelings and all the new sensations of a horny woman's body is hard enough, without the added attentions of strong, aggressive doctors who the scheming women inevitably bring to take advantage of their latest prey.

Reader Advisory: These stories are for mature audiences only and feature intensely erotic situations, femdom humiliation, feminization gender swap, bimbofication and the use of potent aphrodisiacs, multiple partners and rough group sex, medical examination, sexual manipulation, submissiveness and dominance. All characters are 18 or older.



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"Wh – what?" I asked, and was amazed to hear the sound of my own voice had changed. It was now high, body-less and breathy in a very sensual way. Had I really just made that sound? "What's going on?"

"Oh, you don't get it?" she mocked. "Well, I guess the treatment is supposed to make you a bit empty-headed. At least, that's in the precautionary information."

I felt at my face, and the obvious started to sink in. "You – you –"

"Turned you into a woman, yes," she gloated. "Who knew it would be so easy? And here I was resigned to just another boring Monday." She closed the door behind her and stepped into the room. "And what a body, too," she said. "You said you liked nice tits, right? Well now you've got quite a pair yourself. Maybe that'll help you stop obsessing about mine and every other poor girl who's just trying to earn a living without having to deal with assholes like you."

"I – "

"Are you starting to feel the other side effects?" she asked. "The – ah – excitability? They say it makes you pretty excitable."

"Excitable?" I closed my eyes and shook my head again.

"Horny. It makes you a horny little slut, just waiting to be passed around."

My eyes flew open at her words. "I –"

"Don't worry, I've got you scheduled for a pelvic exam with one of our best doctors. He can get a little rough, I hear, but something tells me you won't object." She gave me a wicked smile.

Notice: These titles include themes and passages that have been adapted from the works of Jessica Whitethread with full consent of the original author.
Reader Advisory: This story is for mature audiences only and features intensely erotic situations, multiple partners and group sex, feminization gender swap, bimbofication and the use of potent aphrodisiacs, medical examination, female domination and revenge, submissiveness and dominance. All characters are 18 or older.

Gender Swapped! contains three fun, sexy stories of gender swaps and the hot mayhem that ensues:

The Sorority's Newest Toy
Chris Bethel thinks he's struck gold when a crude remark to a girl walking past at a party seems to have won him a date. She looks like she should be out of his league or at least offended by the way he was talking about her ass, but instead she invites him to a party at her sorority house for the following day.

He's barely in the door before the girls have offered him drugs that they say they've all been taking, and seeing his chance to take advantage of some intoxicated sorority sisters, he's happy to join in. But it's only a few minutes before he starts to realize the pills they've given him do a lot more than make him feel different - they're going to make him look different, too! In the space of minutes Chris has become Chrissy, with a sexy transformed body and a bimbo's sex-crazed mind to match.

And that's when the sisters reveal their final surprise: Chrissy isn't their only guest at this little party. The Nu Alpha fraternity should be arriving any minute, and the frat brothers have been told all about the new girl who's just dying to get filled by a couple of the frat's biggest rushees.

The Doctor's Pill
Eric Samuels is trying to score some anti-anxiety drugs from a new doctor, and when he learns this new doctor is a woman he's sure he'll soon have her pretty eyes watering with sympathy and writing him any prescription he wants. But when the attractive Dr. Bell catches him ogling her ass, she starts to get wise to the situation and decides to teach him a lesson.

She tells him she wants to help and the pill she gives him probably will make him feel good, at least eventually, but first he'll have to come to terms with the transformation that Dr. Janice Bell's gender reassignment drug puts him through as Eric becomes Erica. Only then can the fun start, as the busty, over-sexed new bimbo learns to give in to her overpowering urges.

Not to worry, Dr. Bell will ensure that Erica soon finds herself in the path of a group of doctors only too happy to team up and stuff the horny, submissive patient who seems to have popped up from nowhere.

The Office New Girl
Max Losman's four years in college were supposed to prepare him for bigger and better things than a job as a personal assistant. When he takes his whining and crass flirtation a step too far with a coworker from the office a floor down, she decides it's time he learned a thing or two about perspective. When he leaves his new weightlifting supplement out on his desk, she finds herself with the perfect opportunity to make a little switch with some hormone pills of her own. It isn't long before Max finds himself in a new body: female, sexy, and sex-crazed. With no choice but to show up for work in her new state, the office new girl is soon helplessly flaunting her new assets through the office in ways that Mr. Borough and the other partners accustomed to the firm's stuffy work environment can't help but notice ... and act on. It's not long before the unfamiliar but compulsively slutty newcomer is getting all the attention she can handle, and more.

Notice: These titles include themes and passages that have been adapted from the works of Jessica Whitethread with full consent of the original author.
Reader Advisory: This story is for mature audiences only and features intensely erotic situations, femdom bdsm play, discipline, pain play, bondage, humiliation, submissiveness and dominance. All characters are 18 or older.

It's been three days since Adam arrived at the mistress's house, but when looking back on them he remembers only a whirlwind of new experiences that overwhelm any sense of time. In only that short period it has fulfilled all the lofty hopes that brought him here, but it has awakened new deeper, secret hopes as well. In quiet moments, he even dares to think that it is special to the mistress, too, even as experienced and worldly as she is. As together they delve ever deeper into the submissive dominant relationship and push at the boundaries of what Adam thought himself capable of and comfortable with, the promises that they would not become too attached begin to erode. In the heat of the moment – and the moments get very hot indeed – who can say what will be said and what plans may be changed to address these unexpected feelings?

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She had lowered herself so that she was sitting on my thighs, her skin against mine. Her hand rested on my hip as she continued to hold my face towards her with her other hand. It was a symbolic gesture. I could never have looked away now. She was praising me for things I had never known about myself, but now that she had said them and said that she liked them, I couldn't bear the thought of being any other way. So I looked at her, submissive and patient for her to do what she clearly wanted to so badly.

She produced a match from her pocket, struck it, and lit the candle before setting it aside on the floor. The clean scent of its smoke infused the air.

"Do you trust me, Adam?" she asked.

"Yes, Mistress."

"Good," she said. "That's good. Because this isn't something I would do with just anyone."

"I trust you, Mistress," I repeated. But even so, my chest felt tight.

She laid a hand on my on the pale, sensitive skin of my stomach. She could feel my slight trembling. She could see the trepidation that, in spite of my need to please and be brave and be open-minded, I could not shut out entirely.

"If it becomes too much for you, I want you to tell me," she said. "I want you to say so, alright? I want you to say 'Awry.'"

"Awry," I repeated.

"This is a safe room," she said, "where two people who trust each other can explore things that they would not do with other people."

I watched her, still at a complete loss for what was about to happen. I pulled lightly at my wrists. The bondage I understood. The bondage I liked. But it also made what was coming all the more terrifying, whatever it was. But I was grateful that she was speaking this way with me. It reminded me why I was not, in my conscious mind, afraid.
Medical intern Calvin Stowe has been making a nuisance of himself, getting shunted from one department to the next by his arrogance and disrespect for the women of the Edelman-Carter Institute. When a particularly crude remark about his female superior's ass proves the last straw, she recommends that he be transferred to work with Dr. Sandra Elby, the famous researcher. Convinced he's been promoted, he smugly arrives on the third floor to begin work, only to learn that he's being recommended not as a lab assistant, but as a test subject.

He's unclear what exactly these trials entail, but he's told it's his last chance to walk out the doors with a good recommendation, so he decides to go along with it. By the time he realizes the changes that are happening to him, it's too late to back out. Soon, the new hormones and pleasure treatments designed to make him more feminine and docile have him forgetting he ever wanted to leave in the first place, and what was once the office jerk will soon be the lab bimbo: horny, submissive, and eager to please any man who walks through the door.

Reader Advisory: These stories are for mature audiences only and feature intensely erotic situations, femdom humiliation, feminization gender swap, bimbofication and the use of potent aphrodisiacs, multiple partners and rough group sex, medical examination, sexual manipulation, submissiveness and dominance. All characters are 18 or older.

Gender Swap Clinic: The Complete Series follows Calvin's transformation into a bimbo and willing sex toy over the course of the three part series, now combined in a single volume.

Excerpt:
"So I'm the subject of an experiment? I – I thought you wanted me to work with you …" I trailed off a little abashedly, trying not to sound disappointed.

She shook her head. "Well, we'll try to cut down on the miscommunication then, shall we? That would be your role here. From what I understand of your history in several other departments, you wouldn't be much good to me as a lab tech."

I frowned at the tabletop, trying not to look resentful. What did she mean by modification? The idea seemed so invasive and frightening, and what exactly was I being modified to become? She had mentioned a sexual aspect of things. What could they do that would give me a better sex life?

Dr. Elby smiled a little in amusement. "Take some time to think about it if you want to, Calvin, but this is really your last chance here. You've been burning bridges since you walked through those doors. Half the women you've worked with thought about filing harassment complaints. Don't think I don't know who I'm talking to."

I looked at her helplessly, realizing that she really did have all the power here. I couldn't say no.

"Obviously it'll be an intense and demanding experience for you," she went on, not waiting for me to reply. "No one will stop you if you try to walk out that door."

I looked up at her, into her eyes, trying to read her. There was a slight intensity I hadn't seen there before. It was a challenge. Are you a pussy? her eyes were asking. Are you scared to do this?

And maybe it was that more than anything that put me over the edge.

"Alright," I said.

The brief smile of satisfaction on her face was one of smug victory. She seemed to think she could get me to do anything she wanted, and maybe she was right.

Notice: These titles include themes and passages that have been adapted from Jessica Whitethread's Bimbo Therapy series with full consent of the original author.
Sam Busch's wife of one year still isn't pregnant, and after several doctor's visits of her own she's had the nerve to suggest he get his manhood checked out. More than a little resentful, he makes an appointment to prove to his wife that he's not the problem. But when the beautiful and domineering Dr. Naomi Quail begins to size him up with a humiliating medical exam, she comes to a very different conclusion about his manhood.

As if he's looking for trouble, Sam laughs off her assessment and tells her he shouldn't have bothered asking a woman doctor in the first place. That's when Dr. Quail decides to teach him a little firsthand lesson - in the form of a gender swap treatment - and have a couple of her colleagues step in to show him what real men can do with a woman's body. Sam becomes Sammy, voluptuous and helplessly horny, just in time for Dr. Quail's strapping male coworkers to show up and spread this new patient over the nearest exam table, all while Dr. Quail and the nurses watch.

Reader Advisory: This story is for mature audiences only and features intensely erotic situations, femdom humiliation, feminization gender swap, medical examination, bimbofication and the use of potent aphrodisiacs, public and rough group sex, sexual manipulation, submissiveness and dominance. All characters are 18 or older.

Excerpt
She pushed into the door second from the end and I followed her into a small white room with an exam table against one wall and a desk opposite. She set the clipboard down as I paused on the threshold.

"Come in and sit down," she said without looking around at me as she arranged some papers on the desk.

I took a couple steps and leaned lightly against the side of the exam table, my legs crossed. The rubber cushion was stiff and unyielding to the touch. I pushed at it with a finger, trying not to look uncomfortable.

I turned my eyes up to see her looking at me. Her look was evaluatory, as though she were capable of taking in all of me and everything about who and what I was in the space of a few, considered moments. I felt a slight flush come into my cheeks.

Notice: This title includes themes and passages that have been adapted from Jessica Whitethread's Double Session at the Fertility Clinic with full consent of the original author.
Reader Advisory: This story is for mature audiences only and features intensely erotic situations, dominant women and submissive men, multiple partners, bdsm play, discipline, spanking, and humiliation. All characters are 18 or older.

Adam has been in Mistress's house for almost a week now: doing his best to live up to her expectations and being brought back into line when necessary. Things have started to get intense, and in his struggle to make sense of his growing feelings Adam has made a misstep that will earn him the sternest punishment of all, and once again in front of the whole household.

But despite her strictness, Adam's mistress is not a vindictive woman. When debts have been paid, what she really wants is some time alone with Adam to begin to understand what exactly she feels for her new eager and ever tempting submissive.

Excerpt:
I turned just enough to catch how Chris's face fell and reddened at the news. "I..." he began, but trailed off.

"Up here."

He drew a breath and stood. The legs of his chair made a scraping sound against the hardwood of the floor and he winced.

"Here," Mistress repeated unsympathetically, pointing to a spot at the head of the table.

Christopher moved into place on unsteady legs and then turned back to regard us - the audience of his humiliation and punishment - with that flushed face. He reddened very attractively, I noticed with slight envy. His cheeks took on a very soft glow and his eyes stayed very round as he watched Mistress.

"Tell me," Mistress said to him as he stood at attention.

"Tell what, Mistress?" he asked.

"Why did you fail the inspection?"

"I - I don't know, Mistress. I didn't know I had until you told me."

"You know, Christopher, I don't really believe you."

He looked at the ground, flustered and stammering. After a few seconds he fell silent and he closed his eyes. Mistress watched him coolly. Another moment ticked by and then he opened his eyes and raised them to meet hers.

Notice: This title includes themes and passages that have been adapted from Jessica Whitethread's His to Train: Exclusive Discipline with full consent of the original author.
Reader Advisory: This story is for mature audiences only and features intensely erotic situations, bdsm play, spanking, public discipline, humiliation, submissiveness and dominance. All characters are 18 or older.

Adam's first hours in his new master's house have been intense ones, but he knows they have only scratched the surface. Before he has done little more than catch his breath, it's time to meet the other submissives in the master's household and learn just exactly what he has gotten himself into. Far from being allowed to wade in slowly, Adam's initiation into this tight little community will mean getting tossed directly into the center of its many different flavors of discipline and power play. By the time his first morning has come to a close, he will have a lot more to think about than why there isn't a number on the mailbox.

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"Yes, Master," several of them agreed and the others nodded obediently.

"His shorter time here makes it all the more important that his experience is a positive one."

Again they agreed, smiles breaking onto some of their faces. I could feel excitement rising in the room.

There was a slight teasing note in Master's voice. It was as though he and the men at the table were in on an inside joke, as though they all knew what was coming and Master was being deliberately slow in getting to it: tantalizing them under the guise of introducing me.

Slowly, Master strode to the head of the table, a hand stroking his chin and that infectiously mischievous smile on his lips.

"For those of you who haven't heard," he went on, "Adam and I encountered each other at his audition for the Langston Society. Isn't that right?"

"Yes, Master," I agreed.

He nodded, his hands splayed lazily on the wooden table and his eyes closed. "Quite a performance."

A slight rustling passed through his audience.

When he reopened his eyes, they fell as though by coincidence upon a small spiral-bound notebook lying in the center of the table which I had not noticed.

"And what's that? The Log?" he said as though surprised.

He reached out one hand and drew it towards him. A collective shiver along the table confirmed that whatever had everyone so on edge had a great deal to do with that unremarkable little book. He licked a finger, drew it open, and flicked through several pages.

"My goodness," he said. "Look at this. Would you look at this. Four days I'm away and you acquire a rap-sheet like this?" He tutted softly, turning a page back and then forward again. "Now I understand the nervousness. We have some serious accounts that need settling, don't we?"

The sighs and shivering had stopped. He now commanded the room in utter silence.

"Who was my record keeper this week?" he asked.

"Me, Master," a blond man seated two down from the end answered him. He had a lean muscularity and a well-defined face that was fixed in an expression of nervous expectation: a strange mixture of dread and excitement. Even sitting down he was two inches taller than the men to either side of him, and his pale skin was flushed.

Master shook his head and tutted again. "Hayden, Hayden, Hayden. All this happens when I leave you in charge?"

Hayden seemed to be holding his breath.

Master looked at his paralyzed, blushing form. "That's ten spanks, isn't it? For a house poorly run?"

Around the table the men nodded in confirmation.

"Would you come up here, please, where everyone can see you?"

Hayden rose carefully from his chair and made his way around the table. Master took his own chair and turned it around so that the back of it faced the room.

Hayden stopped beside him and stood waiting with nervous hands clasped over his bare stomach.

"Apologize to everybody, please. They are going to be punished because you couldn't keep them in line. If you had done your job, none of this would be necessary."

Hayden turned and faced the onlookers. "I'm sorry," he said in a weak voice. "I should have been better."

He seemed to include me in his apology. Not yet understanding what that meant, I took it to be flattering. Already I was a part of something.Yes, Master, several of them agreed and the others nodded obediently.

"His shorter time here makes it all the more important that his experience is a positive one."

Again they agreed, smiles breaking onto some of their faces. I could feel excitement rising in the room.

There was a slight teasing note in Master's voice. It was as though he and the men at the table were in on an inside joke, as though they all knew what was coming and Master was being deliberately slow in getting to it: tantalizing them under the guise of introducing me.

Slowly, Master strode to the head of the table, a hand stroking his chin and that infectiously mischievous smile on his lips.

"For those of you who haven't heard," he went on, "Adam and I encountered each other at his audition for the Langston Society. Isn't that right?"

"Yes, Master," I agreed.

He nodded, his hands splayed lazily on the wooden table and his eyes closed. "Quite a performance."

A slight rustling passed through his audience.

When he reopened his eyes, they fell as though by coincidence upon a small spiral-bound notebook lying in the center of the table which I had not noticed.

"And what's that? The Log?" he said as though surprised.

He reached out one hand and drew it towards him. A collective shiver along the table confirmed that whatever had everyone so on edge had a great deal to do with that unremarkable little book. He licked a finger, drew it open, and flicked through several pages.

"My goodness," he said. "Look at this. Would you look at this. Four days I'm away and you acquire a rap-sheet like this?" He tutted softly, turning a page back and then forward again. "Now I understand the nervousness. We have some serious accounts that need settling, don't we?"

The sighs and shivering had stopped. He now commanded the room in utter silence.

"Who was my record keeper this week?" he asked.

"Me, Master," a blond man seated two down from the end answered him. He had a lean muscularity and a well-defined face that was fixed in an expression of nervous expectation: a strange mixture of dread and excitement. Even sitting down he was two inches taller than the men to either side of him, and his pale skin was flushed.

Master shook his head and tutted again. "Hayden, Hayden, Hayden. All this happens when I leave you in charge?"

Hayden seemed to be holding his breath.

Master looked at his paralyzed, blushing form. "That's ten spanks, isn't it? For a house poorly run?"

Around the table the men nodded in confirmation.

"Would you come up here, please, where everyone can see you?"

Hayden rose carefully from his chair and made his way around the table. Master took his own chair and turned it around so that the back of it faced the room.

Hayden stopped beside him and stood waiting with nervous hands clasped over his bare stomach.

"Apologize to everybody, please. They are going to be punished because you couldn't keep them in line. If you had done your job, none of this would be necessary."

Hayden turned and faced the onlookers. "I'm sorry," he said in a weak voice. "I should have been better."

He seemed to include me in his apology. Not yet understanding what that meant, I took it to be flattering. Already I was a part of something.
I thought if you had some t**s of your own you might stop staring at mine all the time.
Is there anything more taboo or intensely erotic than a man being turned into an incredibly sexy, incredibly horny woman and suddenly becoming the focus of every sexual appetite in the vicinity? And is there anywhere that sort of thing is more inappropriate and forbidden than in a stuffy, professional environment? Savor that delicious wrongness on every page of this new three story bundle.

Reader Advisory: These stories are for mature audiences only and feature intensely erotic situations, femdom humiliation, feminization gender swap, bimbofication and the use of potent aphrodisiacs, multiple partners and rough group sex, a highly erotic medical exam, sexual manipulation, submissiveness and dominance. All characters are 18 or older.

This three story bundle includes the following titles from Nina Nauheim, previously only available as stand-alone books:

- Gender Swapped for the Bikers (Gender Swap MC Menage and Aphrodisiac Humiliation Erotica)

- Big Shot Lawyer Gender Swap (Gender Swap Aphrodisiac Menage and Femdom Humiliation Erotica)

- Tricked and Transformed: Teaching the Office Jerk a Lesson (Gender Swap Aphrodisiac Medical Menage and Femdom Humiliation Erotica)

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She caught sight of us entering and a sudden, knowing smiled leapt to her face. She stood and moved to intercept me as Daniel and my co-counsel took their positions at the table.

"Hello," she said, "I don't think we've met, have we? I was expecting a misogynist pig named Rick Garrette."

"I –" I stammered.

"So you took the pills," she said after I had failed to produce a coherent response.

"The pills?"

"Oh, you poor thing. You hadn't even connected those dots yet? The pills. Yes, the pills. The pills I gave you. The pills that turned you into …" she gestured at my form "… well, a lovely bimbo, I suppose. I thought if you had some tits of your own you might stop staring at mine all the time. It really was starting to make me uncomfortable."

"You –"

"That's right," she said, not bothering to hide her smugness. "But don't worry, they help you focus, too. Well, focus on something, anyway. You'll probably have only one thing on your mind for the foreseeable future. That's one of the little perks of those pills I stole from evidence control. I heard about the drug bust and I couldn't believe there were such things. I was just dying to find someone to test them on, and then you were so helpful as to volunteer. It really was nice of you."

"I – but –"

"You really are stunning, you know," she added. "And I think I see some of the men around here noticing. Try not to get distracted by a few hard-ons pointed your way. Even if you can just imagine them slipping inside you, squeezing in, f*****g you raw … better not to think about it."

She smiled acidly and slipped back to her place at the prosecutor's table.

As I went to sit down, I realized with a flush of resentful embarrassment that I was wet. Chloe Atkins had gotten me wet, and she had known she was doing it, too. I forced myself not to look over at her lithe, confident form sitting down at the table across the aisle. It doesn't matter if you're already a little horny again, I told myself. That won't stop you from beating her. Nothing about the strong, probably willing men in the courtroom or the handsome and powerful CEO sitting next to me, the one who had already very obviously noticed my body out in the hallway – none of that would distract me, I told myself.

Notice: These titles include themes and passages that have been adapted from Jessica Whitethread's Bimbo Lawyer Series with full consent of the original author.
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