Bobbie wandered around the shop, idly fingering certain merchandise, gazing at other items. He was well-aware that the owner of the place was watching him carefully. She didn't seem to be concerned that he was a thief; her expression was one of, well, amused tolerance.
That expression turned to a wide smile as Bobbie stopped in front of a collection of bondage-related clothing: latex and leather blouses and skirts, shoes with extreme high heels, collars with padlocks, delicate chains that would link ankles and wrists. He sighed noticeably--then turned suddenly when she spoke:
"For your girlfriend, or for you?" the owner, Janice, asked.
"I--I don't have a girlfriend," Bobbie stammered.
"A cute guy like you?" Janice laughed. He was cute, if a little small and slight. "OK--then, considering something for yourself?"
Bobbie was beside himself. How could he tell her the truth? What would this beautiful woman think if she knew?
"You'd like to wear those things, wouldn't you?" Janice continued to press. "And other girlish things, too, right? But only when a beautiful girl told you to?"
"How did you--No!" he insisted. "Not at all!"
"Come now, I've been running this shop for years--I know a submissive cross-dresser...or a wannabe...when I see one." Janice smiled knowingly. "I can help you, you know."
"I--I don't need, I don't want help," Bobbie argued.
"Nonsense--of course you do," Janice answered. She pulled out a sapphire pendant and held it before him. "I've helped dozens of boys just like you, boys who knew what they wanted but couldn't admit it. And this pendant was a part of that help."
"The--the pendant?" Bobbie said, finding that he was intrigued by the play of light in the deep blue of the jewel.
"Yes, look at it," Janice went on, "it's beautiful, just like the beautiful girl you could be if you let me help. Look and let me help...look...let me help," she continued, moving the pendant in the light, letting it flash into his eyes, "look...help...look...look....."
In moments, Bobbie was completely entranced, deep in a hypnotic spell. Janice led him to a chair, then closed and locked the shop. She pulled out what she thought were the proper clothes, then dressed him.
He wore a tight-fitting lacy red blouse over a bra that altered his form to a stunning 36C bosom. His skirt was short and black, pleated to make it stand out and show off even more of his legs, which were clad in black thigh-highs. He was perched on a pair of black patent-leather sandals with two-inch platforms and six-inch spike heels.
She found a black curly wig and placed it on his head, then carefully made up his face to bring out his dark eyes and full lips. Yes, Bobbie could be beautiful!
"Bobbie," she said to him, "in a moment, I'm going to snap my fingers and you will wake up. When you do, you will be pleased to be dressed as a girl and will act accordingly. Furthermore, you will remember and obey the following instructions....."
*****
Snap!
Bobbie's eyes fluttered and he awoke. He looked down at his new clothing and smiled. Yes, he thought, Mistress Janice was completely correct. This is what I've wanted for so long!
His new mistress approached him and returned his smile. "Bobbi, you look wonderful! But we're not quite done." She picked up a pair of gold bracelets and clicked them to his wrists.
"They're very tight, mistress," Bobbi tried to protest.
"Nonsense," Janice answered. "We don't want them to accidentally fall off, do we?" Bobbi shook his head. "Of course not--now, give me your hands."
Bobbie held out his hands as ordered. Mistress Janice attached a thin gold chain to the pretty bracelets around his wrists. Instantly, a slew of thoughts, suggestions and commands came alive in Bobbie's mind:
The moment you are bound in any way you cease to be male. Bondage makes you submissive...and submissives are girls! You are Bondage Bimbo Bobbi! Bondage not only makes you feminine and submissive, it makes you crave even more bondage!
Bobbi dropped to one nylon-clad knee, her short skirt still not coming near the floor. "Please, Mistress," she began, "bind me further into your service!"
"Of course, my darling!" Mistress Janice cooed. "Stand up!" Bobbi complied. Mistress Janice produced another length of chain, somewhat heavier and shorter, and attached it to the ankle straps of Bobbi's shoes. "Now walk!" she commanded.
Without hesitation, Bobbi took a step--and nearly tumbled to the floor. The combination of the six-inch heels on her shoes and the six-inch length of the chain connecting her ankles had changed her stride to a mincing step. She carefully began to inch her way across the floor.
"Excellent!" Mistress Janice announced. "A few days of that and even unbound you'll be unable to walk with anything resembling a male step." She headed for the door. "Come with me!"
We're leaving? Bobbie thought. How can we go anywhere with me in female clothing and bound like this? But the hypnotic suggestions and commands Mistress Janice had placed in his mind still controlled him. "Yes, Mistress," he answered and minced out behind her.
They made it to the car without incident. Mistress Janice assisted her bound submissive into the front passenger seat and began to make some adjustments. First, she unbuttoned the front of Bobbi's dress, so her carefully enhanced cleavage was clearly visible. Then she unlocked the chain from her ankles, placing one foot on the dashboard, so that Bobbi's short skirt fell back, exposing her stocking tops, garters and panties. She used the chain to lock that foot to the glove compartment handle.
Then she unlocked the chain from her wrists. Using a longer chain, looped around the one tying her foot to the dash, she reconnected and repositioned Bobbi's hands. One was placed on her left nipple, the other in her crotch. Experimenting, Bobbi discovered she could move her hands only enough to stimulate those sensitive areas, but not away from them.
Satisfied with her slave's pose, Mistress Janice walked around the car and got into the driver's seat. "There--that should give the truckers on Route 72 something to gaze at, don't you think, Bobbi?"
Bobbi was dumbstruck. Deep within, his male mind raged with doubt. I'm a guy, how can I even be thinking of trying to arouse other guys this way? he thought. On the surface, his feminized self shivered with delight at the thought of the admiring and lustful glances he'd been getting.
Soon enough, Mistress Janice had maneuvered the car onto the highway and was soon cruising alongside an 18-wheeler. She pulled up until she was sure the driver had a clear view of the passenger side and then tapped the horn.
The driver's eyes went wide and he grinned lasciviously when he spotted Bobbi in her revealing pose. But it didn't end there. Mistress Janice looked Bobbi in the eye and said, Itch!"
And another set of commands flooded Bobbi's mind: You are horny...and you need relief! Play with yourself! But you may not come without Mistress Janice's permission!
Without any further thought, Bobbi's hands began to move over her crotch and nipples, stirring them to even stronger arousal. She squirmed in her seat, growing more and more excited, constantly aware that the truck driver believed this was a show she was deliberately providing for him.
"Flirt!" It was another trigger to release more hypnotic commands from his psyche. Bobbi turned and looked up at the driver. She smiled and batted her eyelashes. She cupped her breasts with her bound hand and offered it to him, mockingly. Just as it seemed the driver was about to say something, Janice slammed her foot on the accelerator and zoomed away.
They got off at the next exit, but Bobbi continued to operate under the given commands. By the time they reached Mistress Janice's home, she was so aroused that her cock was clearly visible under the frills of her skirt. His eyes pleaded with his mistress for relief, but Janice would have none of it. She unlocked her new submissive from his obscene display in the car and had him follow her, mincing all the way, into the house.
Once in the house, Janice led Bobbi to the bedroom, where she stripped to her own lingerie. She reached into a nightstand drawer and produced a large vibrating dildo. She showed it to him...and another trigger was pulled:
Like any bimbo, you long for the feel of a big cock inside you. You will beg to be filled when a cock or a dildo is displayed to you!
"Please, Mistress Janice," Bobbi pleaded. "Let me come, let me come with that gorgeous shaft buried deep within me!"
"In a moment, Bobbi," Janice answered, smiling. "First you must please me. Come here and turn around."
Bobbi did as ordered, and soon heard the soft buzz of the dildo as its mechanism was activated. She groaned and sighed as Mistress Janice worked the vibrating cock into and out of his ass, finally leaving it well within him.
"Now turn and face me." Again Bobbi complied, to find his beautiful mistress sitting on the bed, her legs spread wide and her pussy clearly visible--wet and ready. "Service me!"
Bobbi knelt and plunged her face deep into Janice's crotch, her tongue and lips playing with the mistress's clit. Soon, Bobbi felt his mistress verge on orgasm...and as she did, a new set of commands were triggered: You will come when your mistress comes!
Simultaneously, the domme and her new submissive reached their peaks and subsided in loving fulfillment.
*****
Mistress Janice spent much of the next week bringing Bobbi in and out of her trance, deepening it each time, exploring the submissive's fantasies and desires. One in particular was strong and came to intrigue the mistress.
It was the Sunday of the Super Bowl and Janice had again dressed and hypnotized Bobbi, presenting her with a new set of instuctions and suggestions. In addition to the extremely feminine garments she dressed her lover in, Janice placed a remote-controlled vibrating butt plug deep within her ass.
As they settled in to watch the game, Janice drew Bobbi's attention to the cheerleaders whenever they appeared on screen, dancing and jumping around in their hot pants and halters. With each sight of them, Janice observed Bobbi's cock swell, and her eyes glaze over. Finally, she said to Bobbi, "Perhaps you could be a cheerleader someday, Bobbi love." She pointed to the mirror in the hallway. "Go look at yourself."
Bobbi arose and half-entranced, minced in her heels to the mirror. As she reached it, Mistress Janice activated the vibrator, and Bobbi felt the stimulation. New thoughts flooded her mind once more: Look in the mirror. Do you see yourself? You are no longer simply Bondage Bimbo Bobbi--now you are Bouncing Bimbo Bobbi, the submissive cheerleader.
And in Bobbi's mind, the image in the mirror softened, faded and reformed as a glamorous cheerleader in a red-and-white uniform, her magnificent boobs tumbling out of her top, her long sleek legs atop high-heeled boots. Dance, Bobbi, dance as you feel your arousal grow!
And, shaking her imaginary pom-poms, Bobbi began a most sensuous cheerleader routine, displaying her tits with abandon, kicking her legs so that her tight pants revealed the bulge of her aroused cock, all the while feeling the vibration of the butt plug drive her more and more to climax.
"Look at me, Bobbi," Mistress Janice called. Bobbi turned and saw her mistress with her hands buried deep in her own pussy, arousing herself and panting at the image of her faux-cheerleader performing for the audience of one. "Do you want to come?" she asked.
"Oh, yes, Mistress," Bobbi breathed.
"Then remember your orders." A phrase again rolled through Bobbi's mind: You will come when your mistress comes! And still dancing, still cheering, she watched until her mistress's arousal reached its peak and Janice screamed with fulfillment. At that moment, Bobbi again filled her own panties with come, collapsing to the floor, but still ready to serve her mistress in any way.
THE END
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Lovely.
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