Nikkie Silk

You're My Bitch Now part 7

Part 7

Chris stared at Rick. ‘Rikkie, what have you done? What have you told
him?’

‘It's a her, not a him, and I haven't told her anything. She caught me
in the panties I was wearing the other day in the office, then she saw
your text message to me tonight and she put two and two together. I
haven't told her anything, but she sussed that something is going on.’

Chris sat down on the bed. ‘Shit, shit, shit.’

You're My Bitch Now part 5

You’re My Bitch Now

Part Five

Rick kept his eyes closed and jumped as he felt Chris touch his chin
with his fingertips, but he almost swooned as he felt the lipstick slide
across his puckered lips. It felt soft and slippery and exciting and he
felt dizzy as Chris rolled the lipstick across his lips.

‘How does that feel, Rikkie? It looks so sweet on you. Open your eyes
now and come have a look.’

You're My Bitch Now part 4

You're My Bitch Now

Part Four

For what seemed to him to be the umpteenth time over the past few days,
Rick blushed scarlet and thought he would faint.

‘But I'm not wearing panties,’ he said, looking anxiously over his
shoulder to see if Steve was in earshot.

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Rick had a wide-ranging taste in what he watched; straight, lesbian, light BDSM, threesomes, all had passed before his eyes. He was a bit bored with what was on offer until he came across a T-Girl room. He had never been into one of these before. He knew what T-Girls were, but he had never had much interest in them. Jaded with everything else tonight he thought he would see what it was about, so he clicked into one of the rooms.

You're My Bitch Now

by Nikkie Silk

You're My Bitch Now part 2

You’re My Bitch Now

Part Two

Rick dragged himself off to his room and sat on the floor with his back against the bed and his arms wrapped around his knees. He felt so confused he almost couldn't function properly. He knew that one part of him wanted to go, and another was terrified about what might happen. He was frightened by the strength of his own feelings, and the fear of embarrassment, or even worse, humiliation, was never far away from him. He looked at his watch, 25 minutes had passed and he needed to make a decision.

The Wedding

The Wedding

Nikkie Silk

Part One

Trust me when I tell you I don't normally check the wedding announcements. I hate weddings. Ever since I was a page boy at my Aunt’s wedding, when my mother made me wear a pale blue tuxedo. I was only six, for God’s sake. She said I looked so cute.

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