The Spy Who Dragged Me, Chapter Three

It was an informal embassy party, with the guests in a range of clothing. But all eyes fell on the willowy brunette in the white leather suit with the skirt that ended six inches above her shapely knees, the lower part of her legs in a pair of white boots with platform soles and six-inch heels. She'd been introduced only as "Belinda"--no one was quite sure who she was, but she had an invitation and she was quite the hit.

As she smiled and flirted with all the male attendees, her hypnotic instructions from Professor Fabricantfille swirled through her mind. Make friends with all the men, ma petite. We may never know when one of them will be of use to us. But keep a special eye out for Menerov; reserve your special abilities for him!

As had been the case ever since her transformation, such flirtatious, teasing behavior aroused Belinda, making her nipples hard and her pussy-cock engorged. That arousal only increased her desire to find Menerov and begin his enslavement and feminization. She searched the crowd of people holding their drinks and gossiping about the latest scandals in the Alkzakhstan government. Then she saw him...and her pussy-cock twitched in anticipation of what she was about to do!

She idled her way to him, hips swaying, hair swinging, lips curving into an intriguing smile. She stopped just outside his circle of conversation but within his eyesight. When he looked her way, she smiled again, licking her lips sensuously. She saw him lean over to his aide and whisper. A moment later, he was by her side.

"Mamselle Belinda," he began, "what an honor to meet you."

"The honor is mine, Mr. Prime Minister," she responded. She looked him deep in the eyes and her special abilities came into play. To the politician's eyes, her gaze seemed to take on a violet glow, a glow that matched the color of her mistress's hypnotic jewel. He could not take his eyes off hers. "Mr. Menerov," she whispered, "you are mine! Follow me!"

Without a word to anyone else at the affair, waving off protests from his aides, Menerov followed the bewitching Belinda to her car. There, she removed a pair of satin panties from her purse and handed them to him. "Put these on. From this moment on, you will never wear anything except satin panties and you will find that your own pussy-cock is hard and hungry whenever you wear them!"

Stripping off his pants and underpants, Menerov obeyed as the car sped along toward an unknown destination. True to Belinda's hypnotic command, he found that his cock was indeed aroused the moment it touched the smooth satin of the panties. He couldn't resist touching it through them.

"That's it, my little Lexi," Belinda commended him, using a feminine form of his name. "Yes, play with your pussy-cock as I continue your transformation." She felt her own arousal growing as his feminization commenced. Mistress was right, she thought, there is no thrill like making a beautiful woman out of a powerful man!

She removed his tie and opened his the collar of his shirt. Then she produced a heavy golden collar. She placed it carefully around his neck. "This is the symbol of your feminization, little Lexi. When you wear it, you are female and under my control. Only I can remove it. Go ahead, try."

Menerov reached up and found the clasp of the collar...but he couldn't make it work. Belinda's hypnotic control prevented him from understanding the simple mechanism. He bowed his head in defeat. "I am yours, Mistress Belinda--your sissy slave," he admitted.

"Of course you are, dearest," she answered, smiling, feeling her own pussy-cock twitch once again at this acknowledgement of her power over him. She raised her hand and passed it over his eyes. "Now sleep, darling." He fell into a deep trance.

"Awake, Lexi love."

His mistress's voice brought him out of the trance, but he couldn't find her in the darkened room. He still wore the panties and felt his cock harden again at that realization...but the all-important collar had been removed. He was male again...for the moment.

Then a spotlight snapped on and another vision of feminine loveliness appeared before him. He recognized her immediately from security briefings. Professor Fabricantfille wore a black satin gown with a scoop neck, spaghetti straps and a long slit up the right side. She towered over him in her black platform sandals with the seven-inch heels. And then a second light caught the gleam of her violet pendant...and Menerov's eyes glazed over, once again entranced as Belinda had entranced him.

"Well done, Belinda," the professor praised her protege. Now she turned to her new victim. "Lexi, ma petite, it is time to complete your transformation." Two assistants entered the room. "Please follow these lovelies." Menerov stood and followed with unseeing eyes.

A few hours later, a new vision of loveliness returned to the room. Her hair, still short, had been teased into a slightly punk spiky 'do; her body had otherwise had every bit of hair removed. Her smooth, satiny skin was revealed at the arms and one shoulder by the shiny mini-dress she wore, with its diagonal cut hemline revealing her long, smooth, slender legs perched on the six-inch heels of her open-toed, ankle-strap shoes.

"Awake, Lexi love," came the command, and Menerov awoke...but without the all-important collar, he was still male in psyche and stumbled in the unfamiliar heels.

"What is this? What do you want of me?" he asked.

Professor Fabricantfille and Belinda stepped into the light. "Soon it will be more 'what do you want of us', my dear," the professor began. "You see, your mind has been altered, so that--once you are fully female in mind--you will crave the sensations of your false femininity. Once that happens, you will respond eagerly to any request we make of you, so that you can again experience these erotic feelings. We at Garcon commes Filles will control your government through you."

She gestured to Belinda, who picked up the collar and snapped it around the transformed prime minister's neck.

Instantly, the tall slender figure took on a completely girlish demeanor. She shuddered with her orgasmic reaction to her new feminine wiles. "What is your first wish, mistresses?"

And with that question, Belinda too felt her arousal reach its peak and climax. She had successfully transformed her first sissy-slave. She turned to the professor, the spy who had "dragged" her.

"When is my next assignment?"

THE END