#cross dressing

Cecilia de Rafael nylons in Rosa over the top of Couture Shapers 15 Push Up Tights with black lace panties between.

Cecilia De Rafael 15 denier Sevilla in Rosa colour.

Chocolate 15d sheer nylons with a floral dress.

Sheer Cecilia de Rafael Sevilla 15d in chocolate colour

I think this dress is actually flattering for me which is nice.

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Halloween Drag Fun ‍♀️

Trick or Treat ?

Am Mistress mercy looking for a serious Sissy slave that is ready to be owned by me

I’m interesting in lovely submission sissy slave and I’m looking for a good, honest, truthful, obedient and understanding slut that is ready to be owned by me❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

Am a good and caring Mistress i take care of my sissy slave and have a great day whit them to feel happy whit me ❤️❤️❤️❤️

Looking for serious sissy slave that is ready to be owned by me

This story topic was voted on by the wonderful Avid Readers on my Patreon! For January’s poll the winning story prompt was “Kinky Bets”

“Three of a kind” James proudly proclaimed as he threw his cards on the table, “read ‘em and weep”

A round of impressed whistles arose from the poker table as all eyes were now on Ben whose face was stone cold. He calmly flipped over his hand and answered with, “Straight.”

The wave of more impressed ‘ohhh’s’ came from the players as they turned their attention back to James, who swore as he stood up and began to slide off his underwear and flung it over the table, where Ben effortlessly caught it with his free hand and dropped it onto the pile of other clothes that comprised his winnings.

Now completely nude, James reluctantly sat down and crossed his arms as he look at people at the table All around the table were his friends, all in various states of undress, all except for Ben who was sitting right across from James. 

“First to lose again!” Chimed in Alex

Ben scooped up all the cards and reshuffled the deck. He started dressed to the nines and he still had every single article of clothing on, he even had his black tie and stupid blazer that he insisted to wear every poker night. 

These strip poker nights have been a long time tradition for Ben, James, and Alex, going back when they were in college when it started as a stupid drunken bet. Throughout the years it had become a constant event and then evolved into a standard weekly get-together every Friday night.

Josh was the first to be invited in as he joined into the fold as a friend and Alex eventually introduced Pat, his boyfriend, to the table once they both become comfortable. It was weird for both Josh and Pat at first but it soon became the norm.

No matter what happened, a constant that emerged from these poker nights was that James would always be the one to Bust Out first and be the first loser to be completely naked at the table.

“Busted out again” Alex chimed in once James took a seat. “If I had a nickel every time I saw your bare ass at this poker table, I’d be a rich man”.

“That’s was bullshit!” James spat out, “I was just starting my hot streak.”

“Suuuure” Josh said, “you’re always just in the middle of your best lucky streaks” barely containing the sarcasm.

“Oh fuck off, it’s true” James snapped back, “I know that I’m right”

“Well, “ Ben cooed “If James honestly thinks that he was actually beginning to feel his fabled winning streaks starting to take off, it would be a disservice to not have him continue,” he said with venomed honey in his voice.

As Ben spoke, his hand fished in his jacket pocket “Let’s allow him to keep playing, who knows, he might even win back some of his clothes, but if he loses, he has to wear this” as he flung something out.

James was stunned for a moment, fixated on the pair of panties unfurling and fluttering down onto the card table before looking back at Ben, who met his gaze with a wry smile. “If you want a way to buy back into the poker night, win back your clothes, and prove us all wrong… here’s your chance.”

Jame’s eyes darted between the pink panties and Ben, as he bit his lip in a deep calculation and pondered until he finally said, “Alright, I’m game. Deal me in.”

“Oh, that’s gonna make this round interesting” mewed Josh as Ben delt out the card to everyone. 

James peered at this hand, a Queen and Ace. Trying not to let his confidence show, James slowly lowered his cards back onto the table and allowed himself to relax a bit as Ben laid out the first three cards: a Jack, 10, and an 8.

“I knew that my luck was able to turn around,” James thought to himself as he kept his face locked in a neutral expression.

…

“And James only has a high ace… looked like he’s the loser” Ben reported at the end of the round. “It’s a shame because you just needed a King to get a High Straight” as he gathered up all the cards and flicked the pink panties over to James.

Face flushed with defeat and embarrassment, James grabbed the panties and stood up to hastily slide them on. Despite how fast he moved, both Alex and Pat were both able to get in a holler and catcall.

James sat down, humiliated as the rest of the table laughed and made a snide remark. Ben cleared his throat and said, “well James, I gotta say, your luck almost pulled through for you back there… maybe it needed another warm-up round before it can really come out.” as he kept his eyes locked on James, he pulled a pair of fishnet stockings as from underneath the table. “Care for another, Jamie~? Who knows this might be the start of your triumphant return to earn back your clothes and finally come out on top as the winner…what do you say?”

“Fuck you all” James spat out over the taunts of Alex, Pat, and Josh. “I’ll show you all!” as he sat back down again.

With that, the card game continued into the night, as all the men played on. Rund after round after round, James kept losing, and round after round Ben kept pulling out another bit of clothing and offering James another chance to ‘win back big’.

A Skirt, top, hair bands, gloves, thigh highs, shoes, and so forth, Ben had it all prepared for James. The knowledge that Ben went through all that effort to taunt him only fueled James’ desire to stay in to win back all of his clothes and dignity.

…

It was well past midnight when Ben finally announced, “and with that, I’m out of clothes for James and he’s out of luck.” As all four looked at James, red in the face and fuming as he was fully decked out in his pink girly outfit.

“I don’t want to be keeping any of you longer than needed and I especially don’t want any of you walking out of here without your clothes” Ben continued as he began to hand his winnings back to Alex, Jost, and Pat. 

“Hey!” James snapped once he realized that Ben purposefully skipped him. “What about me?” 

“Oh, but James,” ben said as he put on a fake concerned face, “you already have your clothes on, you got them from this very tournament” 

“Wait! You honestly expect me to walk out like this?” James proclaimed as he motioned towards himself as a roar of laughter came from his friends.

“Well,” Ben responded, “you can always stay the night, I’m sure I could find something that fits your…. accommodations.” as he raised his eyebrows on that last word.

That got another roar of laughter from the room as everyone was of putting on their clothes. 

“Now that’s just cruel, benny” Alex added.

“Oh no, not at all” as Ben adjusted his tie, “he can always win back his clothes, and if his luck fails him next time…. Well, I have this whole week to come up with another way for him to stay in the game” with a malicious twinkle in his eyes.

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