So Friday evening found him at the door of a townhouse in the bohemian section of the city; he buzzed and an attractive blonde dressed in red latex answered the door. "Welcome to Madame Sapphire's Lair," she said, smiling. She held out her hand and he placed the entry fee in it. Gesturing, she welcomed him in and escorted him to the room that was set up as a make-shift auditorium.
There was a low stage at one end and chairs placed in rows before it. Many of those chairs were already filled with a mix of men and women of all ages and types. Some were clearly members of the "scene," based on how they were dressed. Others were tourists, hoping for a kinky thrill. There were a few in both groups who were obviously couples, but most seemed to be, like Stanley, on their own.
After a few minutes, when the last chairs had been filled, the house lights lowered and the lights on the stage came up. In strode a true beauty: She was tall, well over six feet in her six-inch heels. The shoes matched the rest of her black patent leather outfit. She wore her dark blonde hair in a bun at the back, revealing the brilliant star sapphires that dangled from her ears. She nodded to acknowledge the applause of the audience and then soft music began to play from the sound system. Other members of the cast came in and the show began.
The show, lasting about an hour, covered many of the usual kinks--spanking, bondage, foot and breast worship. At the end, the entire cast again came out and took a bow. Then Madame Sapphire again took center stage and motioned for the house lights to come up.
"Thank you all for coming. Now is the time for some audience participation," she began. "There is one part of my repertoire I have not displayed for you as yet." Some members of the audience, clearly familiar with the show, smiled and whispered to each other. "I am an accomplished hypnotist and I use that skill to determine the true nature of my submissives' needs and desires." She looked out over the audience. "Is there anyone here who would like to have his or her real desires revealed?"
Some of the onlookers squirmed in their seats, afraid they might get called upon. And then, almost without realizing he'd done it, Stanley raised his hand.
"Ahhh, excellent. Please come forward." There was polite applause and some whispers as Stanley made his way to the stage and was introduced. Madame Sapphire indicated a chair on the stage and he sat, somewhat nervous. Why had he volunteered? He was curious, sure...but this was stranger than he ever imagined he could be.
The domme pointed off stage and both the house lights and stage lights dimmed. A single light was focused on Madame Sapphire's face and another lit Stanley from behind. "Look at me, Stanley," she quietly commanded. Stanley looked up at her spot-lit image and saw how the light made the star sapphires hanging from her ears seem to sparkle and glow more vividly. "That's it, Stanley," she continued. "Gaze at me, see how my sapphires attract your attention, rivet your eyes to them." It seemed to Stanley that the sparkle and glow of the jewels increased as he stared and as she quietly encouraged his gaze. "Now, look at my eyes...." and it seemed as if the sparkle of the gems was in her eyes as well. "Feeling sleepy, Stanley?" she asked. He nodded. "That's good," she answered. "Keep looking at my eyes, at my beautiful sapphires, and feel your eyes grow heavy, your mind grow sluggish, and sink into trance for me."
Madame Sapphire continued in that vein for several minutes, and Stanley felt his awareness of anything except the dominatrix and her voice fade away. The audience was still there...but he no longer cared about them. Madame Sapphire was all he knew. "All right, Stanley, I'm going to count to three...and when I reach three, you will be completely entranced, deep in hypnosis. You will hear only my voice, answer all my questions truthfully, and obey all my commands." Stanley nodded again. One....two....three!" Stanley's eyes closed and his head dropped to his chest. The crowd gasped.
"Stanley, I know that most of those who come to my shows for the first time have a secret fantasy," Madame Sapphire said. "You must speak the truth in this trance. What is your secret fantasy?"
"I want to be submissive to a beautiful, powerful woman," Stanley answered, his voice dull and lifeless in the trance.
"A woman like me?" the domme asked.
"I would love to submit to you," he replied.
"And what are you like when you feel submissive?"
"Soft, pliant, willing...." he murmured.
"Soft and pliant--like a girl?" Sapphire asked.
"No...like a sissy," Stanley answered.
Sapphire looked out at the audience and smiled. "I know exactly what you mean, Stanley. I want you to drop further into trance, deeper and deeper. I will count and when I reach ten, you will be ten times deeper in trance than you are now." Stanley nodded. "One...two...three. Three times deeper now. Four...five...six. Six times deeper now. Seven...eight...nine. Nine times deeper now."
She paused, observing how Stanley's breathing had changed, his posture slumped. "Ten! Ten times deeper in trance, ready to do anything I ask, without question." She gestured to the back of the room and two assistants rolled in a rack of clothes.
"Stanley, open your eyes but remain deep in your ten-level trance," Sapphire commanded. "Come over here and pick out what you would wear as my sissy submissive."
Stanley rose, his eyes open but glassy and looked over the range of clothes on the rack. He pointed to a particular outfit.
"I thought so," Sapphire said, smiling again. "You will go with Miss Clarisse and Miss Susan to get ready, please. You will obey them as you would me."
She handed the fateful outfit to her two assistants and they led Stanley off the stage.
Then Sapphire turned to the audience. "Certainly, we can't continue to call him 'Stanley' in that lovely outfit. Any suggestions?"
There were cries of "Sissy" and "Prissy" and "Kitty-cat"...but one woman, clearly a domme herself, announced, "He should be called Star Sissy, in honor of the star sapphires that entranced him."
Sapphire grinned. "Star Sissy. I like it."
A few minutes later, Clarisse and Susan led the transformed Stanley back to the stage and sat him on the chair. He wore a pink satin dress in the style of a little girl's party dress over his padded breasts, with a white petticoat beneath. His legs were shaved smooth and encased in sheer nylons. He had white Mary-Jane style shoes on with four-inch heels. His nails had been shaped and polished red and he had a thin gold chain around his right wrist. His face had a light coating of makeup but his close-cropped hair remained uncovered by a wig.
He sat on the chair as a man would--legs slightly spread, arms folded on his now-larger chest. "Oh, that will never do," Sapphire scolded. "You're a sissy now, you have to act like one. How would a sissy sit?"
Immediately, instinctively, Stanley's posture changed. He crossed his legs and placed his manicured hands gently on his knees. His head dropped a little and he looked at the hypnotic mistress from beneath mascaraed lashes.
"Much better," Sapphire commented. "We have given you a new name, my little one. You are Star Sissy. Do you like that name? Do you want to be Star Sissy?"
"Yes, mistress," he answered, his voice breathier and quieter than before. "I would love to be Star Sissy."
"Excellent." She looked him deep in the eyes. "Star Sissy, in a moment I will wake you from your trance...but you will remain Star Sissy and behave accordingly until I say to you Sissies must end. At that point, you will be Stanley again, with full knowledge of the wonderful time you had as Star Sissy. And if I say Sissies are forever, you will again be Star Sissy."
She began to count backwards. "Ten, deep in your trance; nine, now only nine-times entranced; eight, seven, six, only six times entranced; five, four, three, only three-times entranced; two, one, zero--awake and eager to serve as Star Sissy!"
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