The knock at the door (a new short story)

Hi everyone, its been a while since i've posted here, to be totally honest i've had a little bit of a block when i've sat down to write a post even though I've been feeling more submissive than ever.  So I thought I would take an idea from a couple of dreams i've had and try write them into a short story.  So here goes, hope you enjoy

The Knock at the Door

It was a few weeks ago now, I was on the first day of a week off work that i'd been looking forward to for an age.  Things hadn't been going well at work and I felt exhausted.  I spent the early part of the day visiting friends and family before coming home to make a meal and settle down into my "other" persona.  I'm not going to lie, I was that tired my makeup wasn't the best i've ever done, but I got the feeling I always did when getting dressed in lingerie.  Of course I shared my feelings on my "secret" twitter and within an hour or so was losing myself in my submissive fantasies, hoping that I may be able to have a session later in the week.  I was both browsing clothes on the internet and watching some of the humiliation clips I have, so was quite excited and after a couple of weeks of self denial was feeling a deep ache growing in my small balls.

I did take a small break after a while and had myself a beer, finding myself fascinated at my lipstick marks on the neck of the bottle, being quite tired the beer really got me relaxed and I led down after teasing myself to the edge time after time, It was getting pretty late now, and I started flicking through the phonesex channels on TV feeling my imagination wander into fantasy then it happened.

Knock Knock, I froze and became suddenly alert, was that my front door?  No surely it can't have been, then Knock Knock again, it was, I gulped and felt myself trying to hold my breath, there was no way I could answer dressed like this, and had no way of getting myself into a suitable state to open the door.  I muted the TV, thinking surely whoever it is will go away, then my phone beeped with a text msg.  I tried to smother it scared that the noise would be heard at the door, it read. "Surely little Miss it is very rude not to answer your door"  I looked at the number and didn't recognise it and felt a panic set in, surely i've been careful enough that no-one knows my secret girly side.  Even worse a second message came through saying "I know you have read that last msg, but take your time"  I couldn't even sneak into the bedroom to grab some boy clothes to answer without passing the front door, let alone remove my makeup properly. I replied "who is this"  and waited, feeling myself shake with fear.  A picture msg came back of my front door with the reply "Well Cinnamon, I guess you had better open the door and see xx"

Now I was freaked, the next msg came a moment later and said "you dont want me to start shouting do you?"  I could feel my mind whirling trying to work out what to do, who was there who could possibly know I knew I couldn't have any shouting, not with my neighbours, that would be terrible, I thought well the hallway light is off maybe if I take off the wig, and try stand behind the door i'll be ok, I felt so exposed in my pink fishnets, panties and ruffled babydoll as I went to the door, I unlocked and opened it a fraction and couldn't see a thing, peering my head around I whispered "hello" and still nothing.  It was pitch dark outside so I poked my head out and whispered again, it happened so quickly then, from round the corner I saw a shadow and something quickly came over my head.  I was gently pushed back inside and heard my door shut and the sound of stiletto heels on my laminated floor, I could smell a perfume that I thought I recognised from somewhere, then heard a voice "So Cinnamon, are you scared?" 

I could feel my heart pounding as I nodded in reply, I swear I tried to speak but the words wouldn't come out. Did I recognise that voice, I wasn't sure, I was pushed against the wall and felt a hand roughly grab me through my panties, "it looks like something isn't scared" before a giggle, I was dragged into my lounge then and felt some cuffs being put on my wrists behind my back.  The softest whisper came into my ear "do not fucking move or make a sound, ok??" I nodded again through whatever had been put over my head and felt the panic growing It was soft like a pillowcase and i'm sure it had perfume all over it, There was still the phonesex channels on my TV and humiliation sissy porn playing on my laptop, this was soon realised and I heard whoever this was talking to themselves as they looked through my laptop, I could feel a tear starting to form in my eye, "Humiliatrix, Cruel Girlfriend, Clips4Sale, oh my looks like someone has quite the collection" the voice said, with a giggle as she turned the volume up a bit, laughing at some of the suggestions coming from the clips. I could hear movement and was dragged around my flat with a firm hand clasped around my tiny manhood, which was throbbing and betraying me as my fear grew.  As we entered my bedroom I heard drawers being opened and exclaimations of "jackpot" I knew my girly things had been found, and heard the distinctive tone of a camera click from a smartphone.

I then felt the thwack across my chest of the flogger thats in one of my drawers and the unmistakable sound of the miniwand, I was whispering "please, whats happening, whats going on, who are you" But having no reply other than the faintest of giggles, and the slightest touches on my tiny cock and tickles keeping me so aroused despite the fear I was feeling, and then I was pushed on my bed, I felt the weight of whoever this was sitting on me, making it so I couldn't move, "Just a quick call I have to make Cinnamon darling" the voice said my panic was absolutely full on now, but I couldn't move or do anything about it as the voice said "hey girl, we're about ready now, bring the car round and with everything i've found we may need that big bag to put everything in"

I felt that hand slowly start rubbing me over my panties and squeezing, driving me crazy but not enough to make me cum, then the door knocked again, "hehe its time" she said pulling me to my feet and back out of my bedroom towards the front door, I was pushed up against the wall as I felt the cool air as someone else entered my flat, I heard another pair of stilettos and a laugh at my exposed aroused and by now shaking state, that voice that had tortured my mind tonight said we'll get what we need and then be off, she told the new woman to go and check whats playing on the laptop in there, I was dragged back into the bedroom hearing out and out laughter from the lounge, and heard the sound of things being thrown into a case, with a few nice comments on certain garments and makeup, I'd given up trying to understand what was happening now, I heard the case being zipped up and was pulled back to the laughing second woman in the lounge, "These videos are so funny" she said, "can we take this with"  My god I thought, where do i recognise that voice from.  I could feel her approach, and knew there was one woman on each side of me now, my cock was roughly grabbed again, still throbbing and I involuntarily thrusted which brought a giggle from one side, and a comment of "patience" from the other.  I heard the camera sound again, before a comment of "thats a lovely selfie for twitter" I gulped as the voice said "Right its about time to go"  I finally found my voice and said "go, go where" The grip on my cock tightened to the point of pain and my nipples were roughly pinched as I heard the reply "you'll see, after all Cinnamon, you have all week off work" as the other voice started laughing, I felt tears running down my cheek then as I was dragged out of my flat, cuffed hooded and in my flimsy lingerie, praying no-one would see me.  I heard a car boot open and heard the case being put in, lets put her in the boot too came the second voice, I was pushed in with a giggle and heard the door shut..........

The end, (for now)

Well there you go, I hope you enjoy this, and theres certainly scope for continuing the story, but for now I think this is a good point to leave it, as I've got myself all worked up typing it out.  

I really would love to know what you all think of it, I got some great feedback from the first couple of short stories I wrote and being totally knew to writing it was much appreciated.  

Anyways I have a fairly busy and exciting week ahead, with maybe some kinky play that i've been looking forward to for a while (all may be revealed soon) and   Investigating a couple of new opportunities in my vanilla life, and also shopping in advance for what sounds an intriguing night in November that I have a ticket for, but i'm sure i'll still be on Twitter as much as always so feel free to chat to me on there.  Especially if you've got any feedback for me.

Sorry its been so long since the last post, I promise i'll try not to leave it as long this time

Cinnamon xxx

Another attempt at a short story

Hey everyone, it seems a couple of weeks ago when I tried turning a fantasy i'd had in a dream into a short story a lot of people liked it so thought I would have another go,  I hope you like it too:-


It wasn't the first time I had been asked out shopping by the Mistress who had somehow turned me more submissive in sessions than i'd ever been before, I genuinely found it a pleasure to follow around and carry bags, fetch drinks, and generally made Mistresses shopping trips as stress free as possible, however something she had said had planted a nervous seed deep in my head.

Each session i'd had with her I had been ordered to wear panties, which really makes no difference to me as I wear them all the time. But she had said something about adding something to my wardrobe, I really didn't know what she had planned. 

We had arranged to meet at a coffeeshop in a large shopping centre, I parked up and composed myself as I often do, before walking in the centre and to the shop, I could not miss Mistress, looking more stunning than ever, even in a pair of jeans and casual top. I approached and said "Good Morning Mistress" she looked up and smiled before pointing to her boot, I nervously looked over my shoulder and around the store before getting on my knee and placing one quick kiss on the toe of the boot.  She giggled that infectious laugh and told me to sit down.  I had a coffee ordered for me as Mistress explained that she liked putting me in dresses but if I had a bra to go underneath they would look so much better, she took out her phone and pulled up some pics of me from a session and made a few pointers.  I was told that Mistress knew a store where they would measure me properly and find a perfect fit.  I know I was blushing, Mistress placed her hand on my thigh and said everything would be fine, she promised it would. We left the coffee shop and walked through the mall, my heart pounding I was so thankful it was still early and fairly quiet.

We stopped in a couple of shops Mistress wanted to look at before heading to a well know lingerie store, I could feel my hands getting slightly clammy and a lump growing in my throat, I could feel my feet trying to slow down and Mistress turned, her eyes bearing deep into me, she didn't need to say anything, that look just made me utter "sorry Mistress" very quietly and she led me in.  The store was very quiet, I couldn't see any customers, and breathed a sigh of relief, it must have been audible as Mistress turned to face me again and said "see I told you it was nothing to worry about" She approached a young lady close to the checkouts who greeted her warmly, they must have known each other.  This young lady came over to me with Mistress and introduced herself as Sarah, she told me to stop blushing she'd done this before and I was brave for even daring to share I like dressing.  I was led to a changing room area at the rear of the store, and Sarah asked me to remove my shirt.  reluctantly and with the eyes of Mistress flashing angrily i started to unbutton and remove it.  Sarah very professionally started measuring me with a tape that tickled my skin, whilst talking about fits with Mistress, I was lost as they kept discussing until Mistress told me to remove my trousers with a tone that made me do it straight away, Sarah giggled as she saw the little pink panties I had on and the hold up stockings id been told to wear, and said they were adorable, she measured my hips and waist, before leaving.  Mistress said she would be back with some things for me to try and she was proud of me.  I smiled, even with the paranoia I felt stood in panties in a lingerie store changing room.  

Before long Sarah returned with armfuls of lingerie and I spent the next 15-20 mins modelling for both her and Mistress, I was frantically trying not to get excited, and then panic set in.  The fire alarm sounded, Mistress and Sarah looked at each other and me, I bent down to pick my clothes up but was pulled away, and told quick by sarah, all of a sudden I was being led through the shop in a beautiful lingerie set, feeling myself shake with fear.

"What are you doing" came a shout from a sales assistant giggling, Sarah replied "the fire alarm" Which brought laughter back, "it was a test you dumbass" called the young sales girl who turned around laughing her head off, "Oops" said Sarah and led us back to the changing rooms, 

I froze as soon as we walked in, my male clothes were gone, like just not there.  I looked at Mistress who looked as surprised as me, Sarah apologised and said she would go and look for them, but when she returned there was no sight of them.  Mistress said I can't take him out like this and pulled Sarah outside. I heard Mistresses voice get louder, almost felt sorry for Sarah knowing just what Mistress was capable of.  

After a minute she came back and said she was so sorry, Mistress said she was going to have to buy me some clothes from another store to wear out, and I was going to have to stay put until she came back.  "Ahem" came a call from behind and a woman, I think the manageress said, "its all well and good, but I cannot have you leaving a male here able to spy on other women in the changing rooms, however feminine he looks"

I wanted to melt, my head was spinning.  This wasn't coincendence I was thinking.  Mistress and Sarah then said well what if we tie "her" up in here. The manageress thought a moment before agreeing.  Before I knew it I was tied to the bar that usually held the curtain  and unable to move.  Mistress came up very close to me and promised she would be back soon, she kissed me softly on the cheek and I instantly started to tremble.  I heard Sarah saying they would have to warn any women who came in, but she thought it would be ok, she then squeezed my tiny dicklet through the panties and said "anyway they could all get a giggle out of this"  Mistress and the manageress laughed, I really blushed and tried to whisper please no, but just couldnt as they all left.

I was left alone, I could hear voices in the store and the tedious music they play, I tried to move but had no chance, they'd tied me good and proper and even worse since my dicklet had been squeezed I was feeling excited, exposed, and totally scared, I heard more voices just outside that sounded very giggly there was a "no fucking way" and "shut up" before my fears were realised, two totally stunning young women, in their early 20's walked in and just burst out laughing, Sarah followed them and said it was totally safe the sissy couldn't move even if he was being whipped.  These women came closer laughing and humiliating me with their comments.  One pulled my bra strap and laughed as I winced as it snapped back, the other pulled at my panties and yelled its so tiny, I tried to block it out but the laughter was in my head.  They left after a couple of minutes but it was getting closer to lunch, I could hear the store getting busier.  Soon after another woman came in, laughed and went into a change room, I could hear her on her phone as she was telling someone about the sissy on display, she howled with laughter and said OK. She still had her phone in her hand as she left the booth and said "smile sissy" before snapping a picture as my eyes widened with shame.  "Perfect" she said before leaving.

I lost count of the amount of women who came in, laughed, humiliated me, took pictures, flicked me with their nails, one even said a sissy needs lipstick and put some on me, a scarlet red.  I was squirming inside, and close to tears.  Sarah came in again and stroked my cheek, showing me a bag, she told me that some of the women had decided to buy me presents and that I could take all of these home with me.  I blushed and felt myself tingle, ashamed that I couldn't stop the reaction, she squeezed me again and said my Mistress would be back soon.  

She was right, maybe 10 minutes later I heard Mistresses voice outside, my heart skipped, I heard her ask if i'd been good, a reply said "well she's not really had a choice has she" which made Mistress giggle, I got aroused at that as always just as she walked back in.  She had two bags with her, and apologised for being so long, I had no idea what time it was and certainly wasn't explecting her to reply it was late afternoon.  I'd been tied up in there for hours.

She opened the first bag, I gasped it was not male clothes she had gone and bought, it was a lovely scarlet coloured dress, with a black lace trim, she smiled and said it would match my lipstick which made me blush.  I was untied and helped into the dress which fitted perfectly, Mistress said it was nice of Sarah to write my measurements down. Out of the other bag Mistress pulled out a pair of very high high heeled shoes, again just your size she said, placing them on my feet. Apart from my face I looked so girly in the mirror, Mistress seemed pleased, she announce it was time to go, and led me out of the changing rooms with the bag of lingerie Sarah had brought in.  All of the staff were stood there and clapped me, I blushed frantically and tried to shrink, Mistress held me there and Sarah came up to me and said "you were so good sissy, you can come back anytime" she even kissed me on the cheek before handing Mistress one last bag, she smiled as she pulled out a brown wig that I recognised, from my sessions in the dungeon.  "Perfect" said Mistress placing it on my blushing bright red head. Before showing me that in the bag as well were the boy clothes that disappeared earlier. 


Now then Sissy, Mistress said to me, its about time we went and got your makeup done, its ok i've already made you an appointment.

As Mistress took my hand and led me out of the store I shuddered knowing I had no choice, no choice at all

the end.... (for now)

Wow, I really wasn't expecting that to be that long, I really hope some of you enjoy it, and as always please feel free to give me any feedback, its only the second time i've tried something like this so would really appreciate any feedback at all.

Guess I'd best be off, I have an outfit to prepare for Sexhibition, my excitements at fever pitch now, as always feel free to chat to me on here or on twitter 

Cinnamon xxxx

A short story i've wrote from a fantasy

Hi everyone, i'm thinking this post may be a little different to my usual ones,  the other day I was in my second home (twitter) and got to daydreaming a really kinky fantasy and I kinda tweeted it.  It seems people may have liked it and i've been encouraged to try and flesh it out and post it as like a story I guess so here goes, hope you enjoy and feel free to let me know what you think.

It all started a few months ago, an itch i'd been feeling since adolescence finally explored. Finally submitting to a real dominatrix,  I overcame the nerves and booked a session in her dungeon and afterwards felt like a weight had been lifted off my shoulder.  It wasn't long till I had another session where my mind was blown again.  I actually felt accepted for who I was.  There were more sessions  and then last week I received a text message,  I had been invited to a party by the Mistress, I was in shock, I replied of course and that i'd love to come.  Shortly after I was given a time and a place, and told to dress casually.  

So on the day I turned up and rang a door bell, Mistress answered looking absolutely stunning, even dressed fairly casually, she hugged me and thanked me for coming, I could feel those eyes penetrate deep into me and stammered "you're welcome Mistress"  I was taken into a room and Mistress asked if I knew why she had invited me?  I shook my head and replied "no Mistress"  She giggled and said "Good, well every party needs entertainment, and tonight you are it".  I froze, a glass of water half held to my lips and gulped.  As her eyes looked over me I felt myself nodding and saying "yes Mistress" (like I could have said anything else.)

I was told to stand as Mistress stripped me naked, I was so conscious of the huge floor to ceiling glass windows on one side of the room but couldn't do anything.  I was then led on a table and restrained tightly to it, I trusted Mistress but still suddenly felt nervous and could feel goosebumps on my arms and a slight shiver up my back.  I was told that this would be my position for the evening and that she would be covering my head up with a mask, some panties and whatever else she wanted, but she would make sure that I could hear everything.   She explained that throughout the party I was only there to be teased, tormented and maybe even driven crazy in these restraints, and that her guests could use whatever they pleased, their hands, clamps, pegs, their nails, crops, magic wands, anything at all.  I literally couldn't move as my eyes grew wide,  which was noticed and laughed at. 

Mistress then announced that the entertainment part of the evening was that she was challenging her guests to make me cum, and that if they did their reward would be Mistress removing my mask to expose me to all her friends, (I had no idea who, or how many people had been invited to this party and started to feel scared) Mistress moved her hand to my tiny excuse of a manhood and started to tease it, she said "you want to make me happy dont you?"  I had to nod and say "Yes Mistress" as she teased me to an erection laughing at my predicament.  She then left and came back with a mask, panties and stockings which she tied around my head, hiding my identity, taking away my sight, but made sure I could hear everything.  She then squeezed my cock and whispered in my ear that it wouldn't be long now.

I heard the door close, and I was left trembling, wondering what I had got myself into, but still throbbing from the touch of Mistress,  I have no idea how long I was led there, I could feel my mind racing, and when trying to slightly move realised how secure the restraints were.  After a while I heard the same doorbell that I'd rang earlier, then the faint sound of voices in the next room.  Although I couldn't see or move I braced myself and heard the door open, I trembled at the loud laughs, and the cries of Oh My God, the laughter had the effect it usually does and made my tiny thing tingle again.  I could feel people right next to me, even to the breath on my mask as I heard a womans voice right next to my head say "So if i'm getting it right, if we want to see the face under this (stroking the mask) we have to make this squirt?"  My cock was grabbed and squeezed tight as I heard the laughs of numerous women.  I picked out Mistresses voice replying "you got it"

The teasing really started then, I have no idea how long it lasted, or how many people were there,  all I was trying to concentrate on was not cumming, not being able to see made my hearing and sense of touch feel so much more acute.  Every touch was making me tremble, I felt something like nipple clamps being attached and played with, my thighs were scratched with nails, as was my stomach, I was tickled all over, I could feel I was shaking, a Magic wand was draped over my now throbbing tiny dick and balls, which was being squeezed and pulled and teased constantly.  I can't lie, it felt really really good, but the fear of exposure was making me try to keep control.  At one point I felt the clamps being removed, then felt something hot dripping over the now very sensitive spots. I could hear Mistress laughing and reading out embarrassing articles from my blog, which brought howls of laughter from the women there, I could pick out at leat 6 different voices, I'm pretty sure I could also tell when it was a different woman touching me.  I was so sensitive and felt almost electric at each touch, thinking I would maybe never be the same again,  One voice whispered in my ear, "you know the best thing about doing laundry the old way?" then giggled and yelled "clothespegs" and I felt a nipping sensation all over my cock, i'd never had anything like that before, how could something so mundane, such a normal household item pinch as much as that, I could feel myself trying to buck as the sensations travelled through me.  Mistress took over at that point to remove the pegs, I think she used a crop, I could feel tears on my cheeks under the mask and the laughter grew and grew and cramps from all my muscles constantly squirming, it was getting to the point where I was totally desperate to cum, but still trying to hold it back.

It must have gone on for hours, at one point I heard a woman apologise that she had to be home for midnight as she had a babysitter and she left, my mind was trying to work out how long from that, i'd been tied since 5.30pm, after another while though it did go quiet, the touching sensations stopped although the ache in my balls and muscles was there constantly, I heard the voices walk away, and the door go, for a few moments it was so quiet all I could hear was my breath until I heard heels coming towards me, I sobbed as I instantly recognised Mistresses voice as she stroked my mask and said "Well done pet" I felt her fingernails lightly run down my body and grasp my still throbbing and sensitive cock before starting to milk me, it felt so good, but in a matter of seconds I felt the spasm deep in my balls as I started to cum, Mistress let go and ruined my orgasm.  I heard a giggle then and gulped.  Mistress then laughed and said "Oh you silly pet, the party is nowhere near over yet"

Her hands pulled away the mask, the glare made me blink frantically and as my sight became focused I gulped again, realising there was at least 10 women in the room with me and Mistress, I panicked really badly as I recognised some of them.  I looked at Mistress shaking but she just smiled, damn I can't resist those eyes, however humiliating, even in front of my crush from work, an ex girlfriend who I was still friends with, oh shit, even the girl from the makeup counter who i've asked for help before, they were all still laughing, I felt a humiliating shame run through me, but all it did was make me throb again.  Mistress grabbed it with one hand and scooped up some of my ruined orgasm cum with the other, she told me to open wide as she dripped it into my mouth, saying "I think we will make this party a weekender"  to a chorus of laughter, and oh god no, was that a camera flash.  As I swallowed my cum all I could do was look at her eyes and say

"Yes Mistress"


The end........ (or is it)

For now this is the end, I may try and continue it, I suppose it all depends on the feedback, obviously as well it is all a fantasy, not a real account, however awesome it would be.  I've never written anything like this before so would really appreciate any feedback at all.  Please feel free to comment, either on here or get in touch with me on twitter

I'd also like to say thanks for all the lovely comments and messages i've been getting on there about my new profile pic, and that i've encouraged others to maybe try some of their fantasies, it really makes me feel so cool, so really genuinely thank you


Cinnamon xxx