enTRANSed: Trance-Script #7

This is the first of two long sessions with Mistress Lola I had over the weekend of June 23 and 24. As usual, my editorial comments will be in this sanserif font, Mistress Lola’s words are italic, and mine are in boldface. Words in brackets are actions taken by one of us; underlined phrases indicate hypnotic triggers. We began with some pleasantries and a discussion of what we’d like to do.

[Sissy Dani curtseys]

Sorry for the delay, Mistress...

Good morning, Sissified Sweetheart

Good morning

Quite alright dear

I know I've held you up often enough waiting for replies to me emails

[Lola kisses]

Keep that up and you'll have me going blank...

Going blank already?

You make it too easy, sweetie

not blank just yet...

[Lola looks into those eyes of yours and smiles]

Indeed

Not just yet...

I'd really like to go very deep this time or tomorrow...

There's no time like the present, Sissified Sweetheart

You always ask what I'm wearing...let me show you:

It's a white camisole, ruffled panties and pink patent pumps

A nice base to start from

Very sissy....

Very

How much time do we have?

A few hours at least

And I have the perfect plan

D Oh good! I'm free all day until about 6:30 my time

Good girl

I can't wait...

But first I must take a quick pic

I always enjoy the pictures you show me...

As always, you are gorgeous!

Thank you sweetie

And it's very important for you to keep that picture in mind

Picture me in your mind

Keep me in your head

Yes, Mistress

And we'll begin our journey

When you're ready

Ready....

Good girl, Sissified Sweetheart

As always

We start our journey the same way

With that special word

that wonderful word

That word that calms the mind

Soothes the soul

and just makes everything feel

very

Nice

Nice

Nice

nice

And, as has happened several times before, I began to repeat that word over and over, speaking and typing, until it became an unconscious thing. This time Mistress Lola let it go on for quite while, nearly one full minute, before taking over and deepening my trance…

Deeper

and deeper

happier

and happier

the more you say it

the nicer you feel

nice

the more your mind goes under

nice

the more that thick niceness

inside your head

fills your body and mind

nice

And the repetition continued…until I was feeling completely hypnotized….

nice

Nice

Calm

Peaceful

Relaxed

Harder to type

Easy to relax

And watch

And stare

and follow

watch...stare...follow...

And just

obey

obey....

obey...stare...follow...watch...

Easy

to follow

relax

and obey

Just relax

chanting that lovely word

That lovely nice

As your voice continues to chant

Relaxing

Calming

Even further

We're going to go on a journey, sweetie

A journey back in time

A journey back through the years

I want you to follow my words

and picture them in your head

oh so clearly

Oh so crystal clearly

So easy to imagine the words you read

As we go now on a journey

back in time

Picture me

In your head

Picture me walking

step

by step

through a long, long tunnel

A tunnel in time

A tunnel back through the years

Each step taking me

another year back in time

I'm heading back through the years

Back to a certain time

a special time

When you were just 16 years old

Sweet sixteen

You remember being sweet sixteen

Don't you dear?

Yes, Mistress, that was 1968...

1968

So many years ago

And as you picture me

taking those steps

each step back in time

One year

for each step

until finally

You see me arrive

in 1968

Picture yourself now

Picture yourself as you were

in 1968

Sweet sixteen

Picture yourself in a happy place

Somewhere you have such fond memories of

From that time

And picture yourself there now

Where are you?

I am in my mother's bedroom...

Excellent

And from now on

As I explain these memories to you

You can just relax

and chant that sweet word out loud

and accept them

Accept my words

as your memories

As you remember now

being in your mother's bedroom

Just you, all by yourself

All alone in her bedroom

There's a reason you're in here

All be yourself

A naughty reason

But an exciting reason

Feel yourself now

holding your mother's clothes in your hands

It's such a thrill

to hold them

to feel the soft fabric at your fingers

Nothing at all like the rough clothes you're used to

This is soft, and smooth

And feels so light and sexy

Yes

Sexy clothes

Not like your clothes

You've always thought

"What would it be like to wear these clothes?"

"How would it feel to put a dress on?"

"What are high heels like to wear?"

And finally

With your mother gone

and no one else in the house

You're going to make those thoughts reality

Feeling yourself

putting on mother's bra

around your naked chest

Hooking it into place

Feeling the soft silk panties as you pull them over your legs

Feeling your cock getting hard beneath their silky sublimeness

Sliding that dress on over your head

You know the dress

The one you've always been fascinated by

And finally

Placing each foot into a high heel

Wobbling a bit

Getting used to them

Taking those first few steps

Every so gently and slowly

So unsure

but getting used to those heels

When suddenly

You hear hands clapping behind you

You turn around as fast as you can, trying not to wobble

Behind you is a woman

A beautiful woman

The most beautiful woman you've ever seen

Gorgeous red hair

A low cut floral top

Denim shorts

High heeled boots

She's smiling at you

Applauding you

As she says

in a sublime British accent

"Well done, little sissy"

Sissy

The word resonates with you

It gives you a tingly sensation

You don't know why

But the word feels right

Sissy

[Sissy Dani blushes]

You blush

Feeling strangely calm with the stranger in the room

Not afraid

Not scared

Not angry

Just embarrassed

at being caught

She walks forward

And strokes the bulge under your dress

It tingles at her touch

She speaks again

"I can see you enjoy it very much"

She smiles again

"What is your name, sweetie?"

I don't have a girl name, Miss...

She nods

"You're starting out on your journey, sissy"

"You still don't know who you really are"

"But we can fix that"

"Do you like women's clothing, little sissy?"

"Of course you do"

"Women get the best clothes"

"The sexiest clothes"

Yes, Miss

"The prettiest clothes"

"You just want to feel pretty"

"Don't you little sissy?"

...just want to feel pretty....

"Of course you do"

Yes, Miss

"But you can't go around wearing your mother's clothes, can you, little sissy?"

"It's not nice to wear other people's clothes without permission"

No, Miss

"But don't you worry"

"I'm going to give you a gift"

"I'm going to give you your very own pretty clothes"

"Your wonderful new clothes"

"Isn't that exciting?"

Yes, Miss

She kisses you softly on the lips

You feel your body tingling with pleasure

at her touch

As she strokes your hair

Much too short to convince anyone you're a girl

Remember now

the feeling of heaviness on top of your head

As she placed a thick, luscious feminine wig on it

Pulling it into place

Making it look so natural

Remember touching it

Feeling the hair at your fingertips

She gives it a quick brushing

and gives you instructions

that for some reason

you remember feeling compelled to obey

"While we're out, the only words that can pass those lips of yours are 'Yes Auntie Lola'"

"Is that clear, sissy?"

And you remember responding straight away

Yes, Auntie Lola

She smiled and kissed you

"Good girl," she said

As she took your hand

and lead you out of the bedroom

Out of the house

and into the world

For the first time

as a girl

The memories get fuzzy

But you remember standing inside a department store

The women's clothing section

You remember standing next to the woman

The one you know as Auntie Lola

As she talked to the saleswoman

You can remember the words so distinctly

"I need something modern and exciting for my niece. Something contemporary, yet timeless"

And you realise

This is it

You're actually getting your own girly clothes

The saleswoman looks at you

She seems a little confused

She tilts her head

[Sissy Dani blushes]

You blush

You were so worried that she'd see through the disguise

But Auntie Lola was adamant

"Excuse me, I'm talking to you, not her," she said in a firm, but calm voice

The saleswoman turned back, almost ashamed she'd been caught staring

She cleared her throat

"Well, I think we have just the thing for your er, niece."

She held up a most beautiful dress

Picture it in your mind

The most stylish dress of the time

You'd seen all the girls wearing them

Always wondered how they feel

Carnaby Street...hem above the knee...

Exactly

The dress you'd wanted for so long

But knew you'd never get to try

Until today

"Yes, that will be perfect. Don't you agree, little niece?"

And you instantly

And without thought

replied the way you know you had to

Yes, Auntie Lola

"And we'll take a pair of heels too," said Auntie Lola

Pointing to a pair of stylish heels

"You'll look so pretty in those, won't you niece?"

And again you replied straight away

Yes, Auntie Lola

It was like you had no choice

The words just came automatically

As Auntie Lola paid for the clothes

You heard the saleswoman say

"Shall I bag these up for you, ma'am?"

And Auntie Lola said

"No need, dear. She'll change into them here."

"Off you pop, into the changing room, little one."

And before you even realised it

You took the clothes

And walked into the changing room

You felt so strange

Like your body was moving all by itself

And you were powerless to resist

As you took off mother's dress

And shoes

And put on your new ones

Oh, how wonderful they felt

How amazing to have such stylish, pretty clothes

Such soft, sexy clothes

That were yours

All yours

You walked out of the changing room

And back to Auntie Lola

You couldn't resist doing a little twirl in your new dress

As she applauded you

[Sissy Dani twirls]

"Oh yes, so much better, don't you think dear?"

Yes, Auntie Lola

"But we still have more work to do"

"Come with me"

She took your hand once more

Your memories are fuzzy again

You don't remember the journey to the beauty parlour

but you know it must have happened

because that's what you remember next

Being in the beauty parlour

The one your mother would treat herself at

Standing there in your new clothes

As Auntie Lola explained to the beautician what needed to be done

"She's never been one for makeup...she needs a full makeover, the works. She must look more feminine"

And the beautician looked at you

You looked away, hoping she didn't notice the bulge under your dress

embarrassed in case she knew

that you were not really a girl

But she looked away

"You're right, she does like kinda drab. We'll fix her up, don't worry."

Auntie Lola smiled, and looked at you

"Get in the chair, dear niece"

Yes, Auntie Lola

It just seemed easier to accept than to resist

As you sat down in the chair

And felt the hands of the beautician on your shoulders

"Just relax honey, and we'll get you looking a million dollars"

So you relaxed

She made you feel at ease

Even though it felt so strange to have make up put on

To feel the foundation being rubbed into your skin

Remember how it felt

When she started polishing your nails

in that most beautiful crimson shade

Remember how funny it felt

When the powder from the blush accidentally got up your nose

and you almost sneezed

You made Auntie Lola and the beautician laugh

And you felt so silly

But so happy

Being in that chair

Remember how funny the lipstick felt

when it was put on your lips

That strange waxiness

As you were told to pucker your lips

And how odd the eyeshadow felt

But remember how you loved the mascara being put on?

Feeling every lash being stretched and twirled?

And finally

When she was done

You looked into the mirror

And saw a beautiful girl staring back at you

Remember you proud you felt?

When Auntie Lola leant over and whispered

"That's you, my pretty little niece"

Your heart went all a-flutter

You remember it so clearly

As Auntie Lola paid the beautician

And took you outside

"Now you look like a niece worthy of Auntie Lola, don't you?"

Yes, Auntie Lola

"Come along," she snaps her fingers

She walks ahead in front of you

Down that very busy street

And if she cares at the stares she gets

She doesn't let it show

And you of course follow her

Remember taking those steps

On those new high heels

Remembering to go

heel

toe

heel

toe

heel

toe

The more you walked

the easier it seemed

You noticed people were looking at you

In a way they never had before

You didn't dare catch their eye

But you felt thrilled by the attention

They were admiring you

Checking you out

Adoring you

And it felt so

Glorious

[Sissy Dani smiles]

Auntie Lola took you to the park

And she sat you down on a bench

and said

"Have you enjoyed our day together, sissy?"

Yes, Auntie Lola

"Good girl"

"From now on you must accept the fact that you are a sissy"

"Not a boy, but a sissy"

"And you must embrace it"

"You will never again have to feel worried about wearing the clothes you love"

"This is who you are"

"My sissy"

"My...Dani"

Dani...is that my name?

"Yes Dani, your new girl name"

"Short for Danielle"

"It suits you, don't you think?"

Yes, Auntie Lola

"The masculine made feminine"

"Made right"

"And thought it may be a while before we meet again"

"You will always have your Auntie Lola

"To look after you and take care of you"

"Do you understand?"

Yes, Auntie Lola

"Good girl"

She kissed you

So lovingly

So softly

And then

It was as if she vanished

Your memories are fuzzy

You remember going home

Hiding the dress

wiping off the makeup

Hiding those new clothes away

And now, Dani

You realise

this is not a story

But a memory

Your memory

Locked until now

Released by me

This memory is real

This memory is right

And this memory is yours

Isn't it?

Yes, Auntie Lola

Good girl

And now

When I wake you on 3

You will have this memory deep inside your mind

Able to remember it crystal clearly

As you wake in 1

I'm awake, Mistress

[Sissy Dani curtseys]

Thank you

You're welcome, sweetie

Or should I say, niece

I am whatever you want me to be, Mistress Auntie

Do you remember that day, so many years ago?

Yes, I do...but parts of it are hazy...

Which parts, my sweet?

I don't remember exactly what the dress looked like...but I think I have some pictures that resemble it...

No doubt you do

It's stuck with you, and rightly so

Every girl remembers her first dress

I will look for them and send them to you

Good girl

And here I must insert some thoughts: Is this a memory for me? Yes and no…the images of being dressed and going shopping and having a makeover are very clear to me, but consciously I know they never happened—at least not at 16! Did Mistress Lola’s talents combine in my mind a lifelong fantasy and some later events in my life into a strong mental image of things that I wish had happened…and now can picture as having done so? I don’t know…hypnosis is a funny thing sometimes.

By the way, the picture I used to illustrate my remembered dress is one of the ones I also sent to Mistress Lola…perhaps even my memory of that illustration helped the creation of the memory!

I am still very relaxed...but also very aroused...

Squirt, Sissy, Squirt

Oh....that was almost overkill!

[Lola smiles]

I wonder if I could make you so aroused you orgasmed right there and then

I think that might still require some physical stimulation...

Squirt, Sissy, Squirt

But that was close!

Squirt, Sissy, Squirt

ohhhh....no ejaculation...but everything else!

I'll have to work on that

See if I can make you cum on command

You once told me cumming on command was not really possible...

And I excel in the impossible

Yes, I suppose you do...

Good girl

Remember, Auntie knows best

Of course...

Feel my soft hands petting your head

Yes, Mistress

Doesn't that feel so...

Nice

nice

And again the repetition of that special word put me back in trance….

Remember that day

Back in 1968

When Auntie Lola dressed you and made you over

Remember now

how she took you to your high school

You were so embarrassed

You were so frightened someone would recognise you

But the scariest part

Was when she took you outside the gym

And said to you

"Ready to learn the art of seduction, sissy?"

...yes, Auntie Lola?...

You were so nervous

So confused

What did she mean?

She opened the door to the gym

And you saw inside

the jocks playing basketball

You recognise them right away

You've seen them around the school

What are they going to think?

Auntie Lola took your hand

And lead you inside

The jocks looked up

Oh how scary!

But no recognition

No derision

Just a smile and a nod and then back to the game

Your Auntie tuts

"Oh no, we need more of a reaction than that"

"Come on sissy dear, strut your stuff for the boys"

You don't know what to say

But your body seems to move of its own accord

Your hips start to sway

Your legs move one in front of the other

Your body sashays along as you walk across the gym floor

Hearing the clicking of your heels on the wooden floor

The jocks looked up

and this time you got their attention

They watched transfixed as you moved across the floor

You gave them a wink, but you didn't know why

But then suddenly

You heard a giggle

And as you turned your head

You saw the cheerleaders

They were giggling

and laughing

You were so nervous

Did they know?

But then one of them said

"Looks like someone knows how to turn a head"

And you realised

they just liked how sexy you were

So you responded

You pouted your lips

pushed your chest up

put one foot forward and smiled

The head cheerleader came over to you

do you remember?

Yes, Auntie Lola

And she gave you a hug and whispered

"Wouldn't those boys be surprised if they knew what was under the dress?"

You blushed, of course, and looked at her with pleading eyes

[Sissy Dani blushes]

But she smiled, and winked, and tapped her nose

"Your secret's safe with me, sexy"

She patted your back

"If you like, I'll teach you how to work it more if you ever come back"

You nodded

As Auntie Lola came to join you

"I'm so happy to see you making friends, sissy" she said

And you knew then

Like it or not

Either Auntie Lola or the cheerleader

They would turn you into a tease

A sexy tease

Who could never reveal what was under her dress

And that started you off

on a life of teasing and surprising

Do you remember?

Yes, Auntie Lola

Good girl

And that memory gets locked into your head

as you wake in 3

At this point we discussed doing one more thing—making my mind go totally blank. I have no independent memory of this part of the session…truly, I don’t. Only this transcript lets me know what happened. It started with the longest induction we’d ever done—nearly five minutes of repeating my trance word before Mistress Lola began guiding me. I do know I have never been this deep in trance before….

nice

Nice

and deep

Nice

and relaxed

Nice

and blank

What a sexy world

of blankness

niceness

emptiness

Blank

It's so fun

to be blank

And you find

that word Blank

has an effect on you

It's like the word Blank

makes you Blank

And with each time you see

that word Blank

a little bit more of your mind

goes away

As your mind

goes more Blank

As thoughts just fall away

as you go Blank

Harder to think

Easy to follow

As you go Blank

So Blank

and empty

Blank

and happy

Blank

and mindless

Memories fading

as you go Blank

Going away for now

Locking away

as you just go Blank

So blank

and happy

and mindless

and the happiness

drains away

as you go Blank

leaving nothing behind

No thoughts

No emotions

So feelings

No feelings

Just Blank

Blank

Your body limp

and lifeless

and Blank

As your body will move to my words

When I give it a command

Stand

Blank

No need to respond

No need to do anything

But be Blank

And now

When I count to 3

You will open a new tab on your internet

and go to your blog

Start a new post

and return to this tab

for more instructions

and your blank obedient body does this in 1

Now that your blog is open

You are going to create a post

with the following words

I am a blank sissy

Mistress has made me blank

I have no idea I am doing this

Blank is best

Mistress is the best

Obedience is pleasure

and you will write these words and create the post

in 1

And I did create that post, as some of you have undoubtedly already seen. I have no independent memory of having done so…only the fact that it is there and the words in this transcript make it reality for me.

And now

When I wake you

You will remember nothing of this time

Nothing of this blankness

It will just be a big blank part of your memory

Remembering going under

but no memories of this time

just blankness

You will be able to think normally

and all other memories will return

but this period of blankness

will just be a blank in your memory

As you wake in 1

And I awoke…completely unaware that ten minutes had passed. Only the time stamp on our chatroom postings told me that and gave me a hint of what I had done in the intervening time. It’s a remarkable experience to have ten minutes of your life go by as if you were asleep, but still operating.

With that, we chatted for a bit and confirmed our plans to meet in chat again the next day.

Trance-Script #7

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