1. School Days ( I didn't write this )


    Date: 11/20/2014, Categories: Fetish, Shemales, Taboo, Author: whiteshadowz, Rating: 100, Source: xHamster

    sl**pyhead" whispered the maid in his ear. "Breakfast will be ready in just a few minutes." As the cobwebs cleared from his brain, the activities of the previous evening flooded back into his consciousness. As if somehow disbelieving, he quickly peeked beneath the satin sheet, blushing as his feminine attire was confirmed. "Come on, sweetheart - we'll have to hurry" Carolyn said as she threw back the covers. The teenage boy, startled tried to cover himself, but the maid just grinned and, taking his hand, pulled him from the bed. "Here, hon, slip on your robe and let's wash your face" she said, holding the diaphanous, lace-trimmed bed jacket. As the boy slipped his arms thru the flowing sleeves, she smoothed it over his shoulders letting it settle lightly over the much shorter pink babydoll. Leading the youngster into the bathroom, she d****d a fluffy towel around his shoulders and then, lathering a soft facecloth with fragrant soap, began to wash the sl**p from his eyes. After rinsing the lather from his smooth skin, Carolyn gently patted his face dry with a soft absorbent towel. Just as the night before, Christopher stood passively, unsure of his feelings but somehow almost under a spell as everything was being done for him. Unused to such pampering, he found it quite pleasurable. Taking a toothbrush and even squeezing the paste on it for him, "You finish brushing now, Chrissy; I'll find your slippers." Newly refreshed, he sheepishly returned to the bedroom where Carolyn ...
    motioned him to the small seat facing the mirrored vanity. Seated before the mirror, his eyes were drawn to the lace trimmed bodice of his dressing gown. As the maid stood at his back, slowly brushing his longish blonde hair with an ornate silver brush, his mind reeled. "This is crazy" he thought, "she's treating me just like a little girl or something". Despite his embarassment, however, the more overpowering emotion was guilt, guilt that beneath the blush, he actually delighted in her ministrations. He felt he should put a stop to all this, but the gentle stroking of the brush and the silky touch of his gown and panties on his skin seemed excuse enough to postpone any rebellion. His mind was brought back from his revelry as Carolyn knelt and slipped a pair of pink satin slippers over his feet. The image of a princess being attended by her ladies-in-waiting rushed thru Chris' brain as the maid took his hand and brought him to his feet. "Oh dear, we'll have to hurry; we can't leave Mistress waiting." Though the backless slippers had but short wedge heels, the boy took hesitent steps. "Let me help you, sweetheart". Reaching her hand around his smoothly covered waist, Carolyn assisted the femininely gowned boy from the room and down the wide stairs to the brightly decorated dining room. Again the input from the boy's senses seemed almost overwelming. Here he was, being supported by a beautiful woman dressed in the briefest of costumes and smelling of the most wonderful perfume, ...
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