You are submissive...submission is obedience...obedience is pleasure...pleasure is arousal...pretty girls are submissive...pretty girls are obedient...pretty girls have pleasure...pretty girls have arousal...submissive pretty girls love to be hypnotized...being hypnotized is arousing...being hypnotized is addictive...being hypnotized makes you a tranceslut...
"I am submissive..."
Pretty girls are submissive...
"I am a submissive pretty girl..."
...submissive pretty girls are trancesluts...
"I am a tranceslut..."
Vera removed the headphones from Harry as she heard him speak those words. "Yes, you certainly are," she said, as she noticed the immense bulge at his crotch. "Are you aroused?"
"Yes, Mistress," he murmured.
"Why?"
"I am in trance," he continued.
"Why does that arouse you?"
"I am a tranceslut..."
"Well then," Vera said, taking his hand and bringing him to his feet. "Let's make you look like one." She led him to his room, and ordered, "Strip!"
Harry complied. Vera admired her son's body--it was slim and nearly hairless; this would require very little in the way of preparation. Reaching into the bag she had left in the room earlier, she produced a pair of massive false breasts and a tube of adhesive. She applied to glue to both the inside of the falsies and Harry's chest, carefully putting them in place. "Hold them there," she said, and Harry put his hands on his new boobs with their large and dark aereoles and nipples.
When she was satisfied that the tits were firmly affixed, she handed him a see-through bra and a matching pair of panties. She could see the situation already had him half-erect, the mesmerically induced submission making him aroused at his new condition.
"What's your name?" she asked the transformed man.
"Harry, Mistress," he murmured in reply.
"Look at yourself," she said, "do you look like a 'Harry?' No--your name is Heather."
"I am Heather, Mistress," he agreed.
"And what are you?" she asked.
"I am a happily hypnotized tranceslut," he answered.
"Very good...but for the moment, 1--2--3--awake!"
Startled, Heather's eyes flashed open wide. "Mistress, why have you awakened me from trance? I was so happy..."
"I know, dear, but we have a little more work to do. Who do you obey?"
"You, Mistress...you alone," the tranceslut replied.
"Very nice, dear--now, what do you want more than anything in the world?" Vera asked.
"Hypnotize me, Mistress..." Heather whispered, pleading. "Please...hyp--hypnotize me...."
"Of course, my dear," Vera said. "Eyes open sleep," she continued. "You are now in a waking trance...hypnotized but able to react normally to everything around you." There was one other part to the tranceslut's trigger...she could not keep her hands from her sissy-cock, keeping it constantly erect in her panties.
"Why do you do that?" Vera asked, knowing full well the answer.
"I am a tranceslut," Heather replied, caressing her crotch all the more. "I am a tranceslut...being in trance is arousing...I am a tranceslut..."
TO BE CONTINUED
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