Further steps

OK--I shaved my legs today, decided the spouse won't notice. Hell, I barely notice!

And I went out and got what is euphemistically called a "body shaper" or "shapewear" these days. It's a Flexees brand waist-nipper. It's definitely pulling in my gut some and giving me a waist (not to mention I love the constrictive feeling), but I'm not certain it's really making all that much of a difference over all. I think I should have gotten a smaller size...it might have been tougher to put on, but it might do more to change my figure. (It was only 22 bucks, so I might splurge on a smaller one next week.)

Dream Story?

[As I was lying awake in the early morning dark today, the beginnings of this story occurred to me...the first new fiction I've written in months.]

The doorbell rang and I went to answer it. I was shocked to find a beautiful woman there, clad in a black leather business suit. "Hello, Pretty Sissy Dani," she said.

I was dumbfounded. "I'm sorry, what did you say?"

"I said, 'Hello, Pretty Sissy Dani.' By the way, do you like the feel of those panties you have on?" she continued. Without invitation, she stepped into the house. "I can see you're confused. I'm Mistress Mesmer...a hypno-domme. I've been following your posts on your blog for some time. One of my submissives is a skilled hacker, and I got him to use those skills to track you down."

I decided adamant refusal was my best tactic. "You must be mistaken!" I said, firmly. "I have no idea who 'Pretty Sissy Dani' is, or what you're talking about."

She brushed by me and pointed into the next room, where I had left the computer on and the monitor clearly visible. "Really? Isn't that 'her' blog I see you updating?" She took my face in her hands and stared at me with her deep blue eyes. "Really, sweetheart, you have nothing to fear--I'm here to answer all your prayers. Just relax...relax...."

The next thing I recalled was waking up in a chair in the living room. I had on a bra and panties and a corset with stockings, and pumps with five-inch heels. I struggled to get up but found I was unable to move. "Don't keep trying, Dani, you'll only hurt yourself," the mistress said as she moved into my range of vision. "I was quite surprised to discover that, despite all you've written about hypnosis, you've never been hypnotized before. You're quite a good subject. You can't move right now, because I've hypnotically frozen all your muscles, except the ones in your face. I'll release you, once we've established some ground rules."

Where to Now?

First, I've decided not to post the rest of the pics from yesterday's dressing session. They're not as good as the ones I've already posted and would be redundant.

As I think back on what I was feeling yesterday, done up in bra, pantyhose, panties, and heels, I am amazed at what aroused me. It was the feeling of constriction--the tightness of my bra around my chest, the pantyhose constraining my sissy-cock and balls, the smooth, sleek tightness of the hose on my legs, the squeezing of my feet in the shoes, as I balanced on the balls of my feet, and the tightness of the muscles in my calves.

There was also a sense of elation, as I sat at the keyboard and looked down to see the two mounds of my "boobs"--"yes, I can look like a girl, if I choose."

My big question is--what now? Looking at my pics, I've come to the conclusion I'm going to need to get some kind of body shaper. A corset would be nice, but probably out of my price range. Some sort of girdle or other tummy-control is in order, though. My gut doesn't bother me as a guy, but as a girl it's horrible.

How I wish I could go back to being the 5'10" 140-lb thing I was 30 years ago...but, even with diet and exercise, that's probably unlikely.

So, I'm researching what's out there at affordable prices and places I feel comfortable shopping. I'm also considering shaving my legs...a little unsure of that, as I can't afford to have my spouse notice. But my leg hair has always been sparse (I'm not a "bear"), so she might not even notice, particularly at this time of year.

But, as I noted yesterday, I can't get rid of the beard without raising questions. I've thought about getting one of those latex masks...pricey, but eventually the right answer, I think.

Comments? Suggestions? I really would like feedback on this.

Knockers Up!

I have boobs, tits, jugs...whatever you want to call them.

My experience of getting back into dressing, in some small way, continues. Today, at Kmart, I bought a bra and a pair of pantyhose. (I'd rather have a garter belt and stockings, but my courage for shopping in places like Victoria's Secret isn't quite there yet. If you know of a chain of department stores that carries such things that I can get quietly and without fuss, let me know.)

So, right now, I'm wearing my new 44-C bra (stuffed with water-filled bags for shape and weight), my pink lace panties, and my coffee-colored control top pantyhose...under a red turtleneck and jeans...and, of course, with my five-inch heels.

Pictures later.

Five-Inch Heels, Part Three

[Post deleted because the relevant video links no longer exist]

Three New Links

I've found three new blogs, all pretty intensely sexy and arousing. They've been added in the list at right.

Five-Inch Heels, Follow-Up

I just realized what I really want to add to my rapidly re-created wardrobe. Anybody know where I can buy frilly socks like these in adult sizes? I don't want to mail-order them.

BTW, I've already discovered something I don't want to try in five-inch heels--rebalancing a washing machine that has rocked itself out of place!

Five-Inch Heels

I said in my previous posts that I just might go ahead and buy a pair of high heels. Well, this morning I did.

I went to Target and purchased a pair of Isaac Mizrahi faux-alligator pumps...with a five-inch heel and an instep strap. (Always have loved straps!) Maybe--after more than two decades not wearing heels--I should have gone with a lower heel, but these looked so elegant...and since I'll just be wearing them around the house, why not enjoy my fetish?

I've had them on--along with a pair of knee-high nylons and my baby-blue panties--for about a half-hour now. I've climbed the stairs and walked around in them. I'd forgotten what a kick I got out of that tightness in the back of your calves, that slightly wobbly feeling in your walk, the way your ass sticks out and wiggles.

Yeah, it'll take time to get used to them, and I can only wear them when the wife is out....call it a "mid-life crisis" if you want, but the urge to do a least a little dressing has been building for over a year now!

Attached is a picture of my feet in these shoes...maybe later I'll figure out how to use the video feature on my digital camera to record some stuff of me walking in them.

Wearing Panties, Part Two

Shortly after writing the previous post, I went out to get a haircut.

I go to a unisex shop (is there any other kind these days?), and I was the only male in the place. What a frisson I got, having an attractive young woman cut my hair, all the while sitting in a pair of pink panties! Thoughts of all the fantasies I've read and written about salons went through my head.

Wearing Panties

Today I did something I haven't done in more than 20 years...I went out and bought myself three pairs of panties.

The wife is out of town on business. And I've recently gotten so horny between posting here and role-playing on D&X that I decided I had to indulge. As I've noted before, I haven't dressed in any way for most of the past two decades, haven't even put on a pair of panties.

But right now, I'm wearing a pair of rose-colored nylon panties, trimmed with lovely lace, one of three I picked up at my local Kmart just a short while ago. They're hidden beneath my jeans. At one time, this was a common practice for me...and the thrill of doing it came back to me almost immediately!

Yes, my sissy-cock is quite hard right now.

I suspect the next time she's away for any length of time I'll have to find myself some heels.

Fetish Sissy Dani

You will not remember receiving these instructions, but you will act upon them when you hear me say Fetish Sissy Dani. Now, begin counting backwards from 10; at 1, you will awaken.

"...three....two....one." I felt my eyes flutter open and I was staring at my wife, my mistress, Jennifer. "Now, what have you done to me?" I asked.

"Oh, Dani dearest," she laughed. "Nothing you won't find absolutely delicious when it happens!"

Of course, I'd find it "delicious." She'd seen to that during the hypnotic trance she'd just brought me out of. Just as she'd seen that I enjoy--indeed, adore and desire--my life as her feminized sissy slave. That life had begun nearly five years ago, when Jennifer secretly hypnotized me and instilled in me a desire for women's clothes, often of the most feminine and sissyish nature. She made me completely submissive to her and to most other women, simply by uttering the phrase, Pretty Sissy Dani.

Then she and her friends--Margaret the salon owner and others--proceeded to recruit other women to their ranks of feminizers and many other young men had fallen into the same trap I was in. Within a year, Jennifer even ended my dual life, forcing me to live full-time as Dani. Now we were approaching the fifth anniversary of my first public appearance as Sissy Dani, and I feared she'd developed some new torment for me in honor of that occasion.

"Bring me a drink, darling," she commanded. A combination of training and hypnotic suggestion made her every word an order and I immediately went to the bar. I gave her the glass and then stood in the doorway, holding my own.

"Have you any idea how irresistible you look in that slip and those heels, my love?" Jennifer asked.

"I know exactly how I look," I replied. "And you know how looking this way makes me feel--after all, you caused it."

"Keep it up and the whole world will know," she commented, pointing to the growing bulge at my crotch. "Come here and we'll do something about that."

We awoke the next morning after a passionate night of lovemaking, one in which Jennifer periodically ordered me back into trance, so that her new suggestions could be tested and strengthened. As we prepared for the day's activities, she announced, "Dani love, we're going to the mall this morning. I've laid out some choices of clothes for you. Go see which one you'd prefer."

I went to my dressing room and found three sets of clothes laid out. The first was simply one of my fairly "normal" shopping outfits--a tight-fitting sweater and a miniskirt. The second was similar, but had shorts, instead. The third was completely outrageous...not just for mall shopping, but for nearly anything. It looked like a little girl's party dress, but cut for a grown woman's figure and made all in shiny silver lame. Beside it lay a profusion of petticoats obviously meant to make the short skirt of the dress stand out nearly horizontally. A matching pair of silver pumps with five-inch heels were on the floor.

Jennifer came up behind me. "Which will it be, my Fetish Sissy Dani?"

"What did you call me--" I started to say. "Oh, mistress, the silver party dress is just divine! I must wear that to the mall today!" I gushed.

"Very well, Dani," she answered, smiling. "Get dressed."

As I put on the lingerie that went with the absurd outfit, as I sat to do my makeup, I knew something had clicked inside me when Jennifer called me "Fetish Sissy Dani". Even thinking about that name seemed to reinforce the desire I had to wear the girlish dress she had proposed. Not since my first year as Dani had I felt such a compulsion for a particular outfit.

Deep inside, I considered what was happening. I'm going to attract an incredible amount of attention dressed this way, I thought. She's done something to me again, and "Fetish Sissy Dani" is the trigger. Knowing I was about to experience a new humiliation, but unable to resist the hypnotic hold Jennifer had had on me for so long, I smoothed the dark nylons onto my legs. My god--she's got me feeling so incredibly aroused by all this!

Within an hour, we were at the mall. Sure enough, we got a lot of stares, both admiring and disapproving. After a little while, Jennifer said, "Wait for me here, Dani dearest." She moved quickly around the corner and disappeared. I bided my time, strolling a little around the center court where she'd left me, secretly enjoying the attention I received. I felt my cock rise in my satin panties, as it always did when my humiliation was at its highest.

Then I heard Jennifer's voice again, "Pose for me, Fetish Sissy Dani."

I whirled around and struck a somewhat little-girlish stance, all against my will. Another hypnotic trigger, of course. A flash went off and more shoppers turned to stare at the shiny-clad over-sized little girl with the sexy legs.

"A new item for my album!" Jennifer announced, grinning.

I thought perhaps Jennifer had had her fill of this new humiliation technique after the incident at the mall, but I was to be disappointed.

She had planned a social gathering at our home for the next evening. Invited were some of our closest friends and associates--Margaret the salon owner, Susan and Tammy, her boy/girl "little sister", Carla and Mandy, her son who had grown into most attractive sissy boy, and Maria and Barbie, her husband who had been made into a busty beauty in love with her own breasts.

A few hours before the first of them would arrive, Jennifer said, "Once again, I've laid out some outfits for you to choose from. Go see."

Apprehensively, I went to my room. On the bed were three sets of clothes. One was a quite normal cocktail dress, such as I had worn many times before on such occasions. The second was a pair of lounging pajamas. The third was a full-scale French maid's uniform.

Jennifer had never made me serve as a maid before. I knew what was coming. "Please, Mistress, not that--it's too humiliating, too much of a cliché," I pleaded.

"Really, Dani? You mean you don't have a maid fetish, Sissy Dani?"

She'd done it again. With those words, the maid's outfit became the most beautiful, the most appealing, the sexiest set of clothes in the room--maybe even the sexiest I'd ever been allowed to wear. I stripped out of the clothes I had on and began to dress the part of Jennifer's serving girl for the evening.

First came a corset, pulled in to make my waist a mere 19 inches. Attached to it were a pair of black lace nylons. My panties were crotchless--"A proper feminized maid is always available," Jennifer teased--and the feel of the layers of taffeta and lace petticoats against my already aroused cock simply stimulated me more.

Atop the corset and petticoats came the black satin maid's dress itself, molding itself to my curves (both real and manufactured) like a second skin, it seemed. The black patent pumps featured the highest heels I could recall wearing, seven inches in all, turning my already feminine gait into a short mincing step.

The outfit was completed with black lace gloves and an incredibly frilly white organza apron.

Just as I was completing my makeup--heavier and more dramatic than my usual by half--the doorbell rang. With my mind firmly in servant mode, thanks to Jennifer's hypnotic suggestions and the effect of the uniform, I minced to the door to answer it, and found that all our guests had arrived at once. I curtseyed and invited them all to the living room.

Carla was the most enthusiastic in her praise for Jennifer's latest hypnotic endeavors. "Jenn, she's just precious!" she cooed. "I've been trying to convince Mandy to serve as a maid at our parties, but she always balks at the idea."

"Perhaps she needs some further hypnotic conditioning," Jennifer advised. "Bring her over next week--we'll have her panting after black satin and stiff white pettis in no time!"

Mandy cringed. Unlike the rest of us, she had never been completely transformed into a girl. Her chest was still flat and her clothes--though incredibly girlish--still had male touches. She seldom wore skirts and heels (that night she wore flowing silk pants atop patent leather flats with little bows on the instep) and her face was touched with just enough cosmetics to make her seem a sissy, not a woman.

Tammy, on the other hand, had developed into a full-fledged female flirt, almost as much of a dominant feminizer as her sister. She found my new plight to be delightfully amusing, turning me from her peer into her plaything. Late in the evening, she reached under my frills to discover she had free access to my cock. I yelped when she tweaked it.

"Why, Dani dear, whatever is the matter?" Jennifer asked, knowingly.

"I think I found her 'handle'," Tammy responded, grinning. "May I play with it, Mistress Jennifer?"

"Of course, you may, Tammy," Jennifer said. "But let me give you some advice...." She came over and whispered in Tammy's ear.

Tammy began to stroke my cock. She was wearing calf-leather gloves and the touch was electrifying. "You know, Dani, I've often wondered what this would feel like if a cock-ring were added." Suddenly, I felt a constriction around the base of my shaft. I knew nothing had changed, but my body now reacted as if a cock-ring were there. Tammy's actions continued to add to my arousal, but the hypnotically suggested constriction on my cock prevented any further reaction on my part.

After a few moments, Tammy announced, "That's enough of that," and ceased her ministrations. But because of the imagined cock-ring, I remained hard and erect. "Problem, Dani?" Tammy inquired.

"Don't worry, Tammy," Jennifer said. "She can live with it a while longer."

I "lived with it" until our guests departed an hour or so later. Jennifer had led me back to the bedroom, still clad in my maid's uniform, and bade me lay back on the bed. She found my still-hard cock and lowered herself onto it, using it like a living dildo to bring herself to orgasm three or four times. Finally she said, "Release!" and the cock-ring feeling was gone and I exploded into her pussy.

And still Jennifer had not completed her new round of hypnotic controls and humiliations. When we awoke the next day, she announced, "I spoke with Margaret last night. She's given you an appointment later this morning."

I knew this couldn't be good. My regular appointment with Margaret wasn't set for another two weeks. This had to be part of Jennifer's new campaign. Reluctantly, I got dressed in a suitable outfit--a knee-length skirt, sensible heels and a blouse--and we drove downtown to Margaret's salon.

Margaret had begun specializing in the feminization of males long before Jennifer had met her--but Jennifer's hypnotic techniques and recruitment of other women into her circle of lovers of "male lesbians" had so increased that end of the salon's business that Margaret had virtually turned the place into a transformation workshop.

Most of the staff were sissified men, some more obvious than others, although Margaret herself insisted on handling her most valued clientele. Jennifer and I were definitely in that category. She greeted us warmly as we entered.

"Darlings! Wonderful to see you again!" She eyed me carefully. "No petticoats this morning, Dani love? Nothing the least bit fetishist?" I shivered. She knows all about this, I thought. She's in on it.

"You'd better get her prepared," Margaret said to Jennifer.

"Dani, look at me," she ordered, and I turned to stare into her eyes. "Sleep," she said, and I fell into a trance, but one in which I was allowed to recall her instructions. "Until I say the words, Look at yourself, Fetish Sissy Dani, you will have no awareness of what is happening to you. You will hear instructions, you will follow them, but you will not feel the ministrations of Margaret and her staff, you will not see the results of their efforts, until you hear those words. Do you understand?"

"I understand."

"Good. Now awake and be a good girl."

Instantly, it was if I lived in a strange, tunnel-like world. I could only hear Margaret's or her staff's voices when they were directed at me. Looking in the mirror across from the salon chair was like looking at a vampire's reflection--there was a blank spot where I ought to be. This went on for several hours, my only awareness being that their efforts were centered around my head and face.

Finally, they instructed me to stand, then to move various parts of my body. I knew they must be dressing me in some special way, some way that Jennifer wanted kept a secret.

At last they stood me before a full-length mirror, a mirror that still reflected--to me--nothing of my own image. "Look at yourself, Fetish Sissy Dani, " Jennifer said, and it was as if a slide projector suddenly shown an image on the mirror.

There I was, but it was a version of myself I barely recognized. My makeup was the strongest and most bizarre it had ever been. My lips were a deep crimson, my eyes accented in the smokiest purples, my brows shaved and redrawn into extreme arches, my cheeks glowing with an almost doll-like blush. A pair of large gold hoop earrings descended from my ears.

And above it all, my head gleamed. My shaved head!

I was dressed in a black leather suit, with a long hobble skirt atop six-inch heels. It was the ultimate fetish image and, despite everything, I felt my cock react to it. Clearly, Jennifer knew what that reaction would be.

As my expression changed to one of unrelieved lust, she announced, "Happy anniversary, Fetish Sissy Dani!" And I collapsed with the most powerful orgasm of my transformed life!

The End

Crowning Glory, Part Four

The Dominatrix

Just thirty minutes later, Alice left the plane, escorted by Jessica and Amber. After picking up their luggage, the three got into a cab. Just as Alice was about to give the driver Alex's address, Jessica whispered, "Crowning glory," and the transformed man dropped back into a hypnotic trance.

He awoke in a strange apartment, decorated with a wide array of art and artifacts, all of which were clearly related to sexual domination and role-playing. He tried to stand up and discovered his body wouldn't move.

"Stop struggling," Jessica's voice said from behind him. "You'll hurt yourself."

She moved out in front of him. She was truly dressed like a domme now, in a skin-tight, shiny grey latex gown. It had a high collar and no sleeves, and the way it clung to her every curve made it clear that she wore nothing underneath it. Her hair was piled into a bun and her face was artfully made up. She gestured with the whip she carried. "You're not physically bound, of course," she told him, "but I've given you a post-hypnotic suggestion that you cannot move as long as you look masculine. We stripped you of your little cocktease outfit as soon as we got you here."

"We?" Alex asked.

In answer, Jessica picked up a small bell from the table and rang it. Alex heard some unusual footsteps and then saw Amber mince into the room. She wore a latex bustier and a clear plastic skirt over her latex thong panties. Her arms were bound behind her. She wore a collar that supported a tray that hung by chains in front of her, with a glass of white wine on it.

"Very good, Amber," Jessica said, as she picked up the wine and sipped. "Is everything prepared in the bedroom?"

"Yes, mistress," the bond maid replied.

"Good. Crowning glory." And Alex sank again into unawareness.

SNAP!

Alex awoke, seated on a very delicate vanity chair. He discovered he could move again and when he looked down, he could see why-outwardly, he was Alice once again. He was dressed in a skintight black latex minidress, nylons and black patent pumps with six-inch heels. He couldn't see his face, because the chair was turned away from the mirror.

Just as he was about to turn and look at himself, Jessica stepped in front of him and said, "Uhh-uhh, pretty boy. Not 'til I say you're ready." For the fourth time, she took out a wig box and placed the contents on his head. This time it was a short page-boy, as black as any hair Alex had ever seen, with shining straight bangs and a slight flip at the sides.

"Dominatrix," Jessica said, and a flood of instructions and ideas raged into Alex's mind. Once again, he was Alice--but an Alice completely different from any of the personas who had preceded this one.

"Now you may look," Jessica said. And Alice turned to the mirror, to find her makeup darker and more dramatic than anything she'd worn before, and her eyes a brilliant blue, certain to catch the eye of anyone--male or female--who saw them. "Stand up."

Alice rose. Jessica produced a cigarette holder and a slim women's cigarette. She lit the cigarette and handed the holder to Alice. "Take a drag."

Alice inhaled the hot smoke and a new wave of hypnotic instructions arose in her. "You are dominant over all men and women who submit to you; you long to control them and use them as your playthings. But there is one woman and one woman alone to whom you submit…and that is me, your Mistress Jessica." She breathed in more smoke. "Every puff of smoke you breathe increases your dominant nature. You crave smoking to make you ever more powerful and dominant."

"Amber!" the newly dominant Alice demanded. Instantly, the maid minced into the room.

"Yes, Mistress Alice?" she asked.

"Fetch my cloak and Mistress Jessica's. Find something suitable for yourself-we're going hunting!" Alice grinned and exhaled a long plume of smoke.

One hour later, the three fetish-clad women were seated around a table at The Wall, the premier S/M club in the city…a place Alex had often thought about visiting and now Alice would make her own. Only moments after their arrival, a slight but handsome young man had appeared, bearing drinks for all of them, but clearly most intrigued by Alice.

She noted that his eyes frequently drifted to her long legs perched on the glimmering patent pumps with the extreme heels. "You like my legs?" she asked.

"Yes," he whispered.

"Or do you like my feet?"

"Those too," he admitted.

"Or is it my shoes?" she demanded.

"Oh, yes…." he sighed, as she watched his crotch twitch at the thought.

Alice extended one foot and said, "Well, I think they need shining…spit on that napkin and shine them up for me!" The would-be slave dropped to his knees and began the task. "Look at me!" Alice suddenly demanded.

He looked up--the spotlight over the table caught the startling color of Alice's eyes and the lad found himself lost in them and in the repetitive nature of his task. In time, his hands dropped to his sides. He was completely in Alice's mesmeric spell.

"Wonderful!" Jessica applauded. "I've never seen anyone take to this so easily!" She indicated the still-kneeling young man. "What are you going to do with him?"

"Why, train him and transform him, as you did me," Alice answered.

"What will his key-words be?" Amber asked.

"Listen," Alice replied. She spoke to the boy. "You love my shoes, you worship my shoes, you long to wear shoes just like mine at all times. In a moment, I will snap my fingers and you will awaken, remembering my suggestions to you. But there's a phrase that will return you to this pleasant, arousing state.

"That phrase is: Shoe store!"

And the life of another feminized slave was about to begin!

THE END

Happy Guy Fawkes Day!

Go blow something up! (Or try to, anyway!)

Crowning Glory, Part Three

Cocktease

Alex was surprised-and, yes, slightly disappointed-when he didn't hear from Mistress Jessica in the weeks before the next sales meeting. He was even more disappointed when the entire meeting went by without his seeing or hearing anything of the stunning dominatrix or her voluptuous little slave.

Have they lost interest in me? he thought. Had their fun, introducing me to their kinky little world, and now they're done? Discouraged, he packed his suitcase, checked out of the hotel and headed for the airport.

Standing in line at the taxi stand, a familiar voice spoke from behind him: "Crowning glory." All thought left Alex's head as he fell once again under the spell of his Mistress Jessica. "Turn around," she ordered.

He did as she requested, and there she stood, looking business-like yet still dominant in a black suit with a pencil-thin skirt, gloves, pumps with five-inch heels and holding an elegant hat. Amber stood just behind her, a marked contrast to the all-business Jessica, wearing a teeny little sundress with a red flower print and holding a handbag to match. She balanced on platform sandals with six-inch heels. The sight of them, even in the midst of his trance, caused Alex's cock to rise.

Jessica noticed the bulge in his pants and brushed it with the brim of her hat. "I thought anticipation and a little disappointment would be good for you," she laughed. "Now, come, my car is already waiting to take us all to the airport."

Obediently (as if he had any other choice!), Alex followed them to the limousine. The trip to the airport was silent. Not another word was spoken until they got out of the limo. "Amber--go pick up all our tickets. Alice, come with me to the executive lounge!" At the entrance to that VIP enclave, Jessica showed her pass and escorted the mesmerized Alex to the changing rooms available for weary first-class passengers. In a few moments, Amber joined them with an overnight bag.

"Oh, good, here's your new look, Alice!" Jessica exclaimed. She opened the bag and took out a selection of feminine articles-a push-up bra, thong panties, crotchless pantihose, and more. Quickly, she ordered Alex to strip and began helping him into these sexy dainties. They were followed by a denim skirt with a white lace trim, a denim halter top exposing bare midriff and a pair of red shoes with ankle straps and six-inch heels.

"Sit," she ordered and began to transform Alex's male features into the sensuous face of Alice. The usual eyebrow plucking, eyeshadow and liner, mascara, blush and lipstick followed…but this time, something new was added. "Open your eyes wide, Alice," Jessica said, and she popped a pair of contact lenses into his eyes, turning their usual light brown to an intriguing, eye-catching green.

"And now the final touch!" She turned Alice to face the mirror, so she could get the full effect. From out of the always-present wig box came a cascade of auburn curls. She settled it on her hypnotized slave's head and carefully secured it. The red-brown waves tumbled over her shoulders and across her ersatz breasts, framing her newly green eyes perfectly.

SNAP!

With the addition of the wig and the snap of Jessica's fingers, a flood of instructions rushed into Alice's mind: "Now you are Alice the cocktease. You delight in offering men all the pleasures of your body, but always holding off the one thing they really want. The sight of a man's bulging crotch arouses you--the bigger, the more obvious, the longer you can keep him that way, the better."

Alice stood and strutted about the changing room. "I love this, Mistress Jessica! Is this feeling of power something all women have?"

"No-only the most beautiful, and those who are aware of their sexuality and are unafraid to use it to control others," Jessica replied. "Amber feels it only occasionally, when I permit her to humiliate herself by leading on some man. You will feel it only when I permit it, as well." She looked at her watch. "Now, hurry! We have a plane to catch!"

We? thought Alex, deep inside Alice's enticing form. We're traveling together? You mean, after all this time, Mistress Jessica and I have been living in the same city?

The three beauties strolled down the airport concourse, Alice thrilling at the lustful stairs she got from nearly every male. She flirted shamelessly, licking her lips, sucking her finger, shaking her hips more erotically as she felt male eyes follow her curvaceous bottom. They reached the gate just as first-class boarding was called.

"That's us, girls," Jessica announced. "Come along."

Jessica and Amber took seats side-by-side near the rear of first class, while Alice looked carefully at her seat number. "Oh, Alice," Jessica said, nonchalantly. "Don't forget your crowning glory-you know what to do!"

Another set of instructions rose within Alice's mind: "You are to use your abilities to arouse and entice your seat mate. You will do everything you can to give him an erection-you may talk sexily, act sexily, you may even fondle yourself and him…but you may not touch his privates, even through clothing. Every minute of his arousal will arouse you as well…but you will only be able to come when he comes!"

Finally, Alice saw her seat--next to a handsome middle-aged man in a well-tailored expensive business suit. Sticking her little finger girlishly in her mouth, she cooed, "Oh, dear, I guess I'll be your traveling companion!" She held out her hand in a limp-wristed gesture. "Hi," she giggled. "I'm Alice!"

"Hi," he answered, smiling. "Larry."

Alice snuggled into her seat, wriggling and squirming so that her already short denim skirt rose higher. She watched Larry's eyes focus on her smooth nyloned thighs and glanced over to see a subtle twitch at his crotch. My god! Alex thought. I can't help myself! I'm going to make this guy a sexual wreck by the time we land!

Jessica and Amber watched and laughed quietly as Alice continued her flirtatious seduction of the hapless Larry. "I'm thinking of having my entire body waxed," Alice told him in her breathy voice, "even my crotch!" She saw his eyes widen and his crotch bulge a little more. "Oh, did that shock you?" She moved her hands over her own body, playing with breasts, swishing her ass in the seat. "I just love a nice smooth body, don't you?"

Before the flight was half-over, Larry and Alice were snuggled together, his hands resting on her rounded bottom, hers playing sensuously with his nipples through his shirt…but every attempt to guide her hands to his crotch was fended off. Soon, Alice thought he was on the verge of coming…and knew she was…so she leaned on top of him, rubbed her breasts against his chest and kissed him, thrusting her tongue deep within his mouth. She felt, finally, the power of his orgasm and completion of her own arousal. And then, the final hidden part of Jessica's hypnotic commands took hold. She broke off the kiss, and whispered in his ear, "I'm a guy!"

More to come