Monday, July 7, 2008

Domi-nosis, Part Two

The New Act

"Ladies and gentlemen--the mesmerizing Janice, mistress of
Domi-nosis!
"

With that announcement, Janice swept onto the stage, clad--for the moment--in a severe but attractive business suit.

"Thank you, friends, thank you," she acknowledged the applause. "Tonight, I'll be giving you a new thrill. I'm sure you've all seen some sort of hypnotist act before, but I can assure you, you've never seen one like this. Because my act is not just about hypnosis, it's about control--control of the mind to such an extent that I can create an entirely new personality in my subjects, a personality that is completely subservient to my will, even when the subject is awakened from trance."

She looked out at the audience. "I see some of you are skeptical. Very well. Let me begin by introducing my assistant, Arthur." A spotlight fell on the stage right entrance and Arthur, clad in a tuxedo, entered and bowed. "Now, as you might guess, I have often hypnotized Arthur and he is, indeed, my most loyal slave. Isn't that right, Arthur?"

"Yes, mistress," he replied.

"Yet even Arthur is unaware of the alternate personality I have implanted within him. Unaware, that is, until tonight." She turned to him and said, "Arthur, prepare to be changed." In response to that trigger phrase, Arthur began to strip out of his tuxedo, revealing to everyone that beneath his outer attire, he was completely dressed in feminine undies--panties, bra, garter belt, fishnet stockings. The audience snickered. Arthur ignored them. When he had stripped to just his delicates, he stood quietly, awaiting the next command.

Janice had a wardrobe rolled onto the stage. "Excellent, Arthur. Now, I'm going to go backstage and change into something more appropriate for the remainder of the show. While I'm gone, Audrey, curtain up!" And she strode off to the left side wing.

Continuing to pay no attention to the amusement of the audience, Arthur took on a decidedly feminine attitude, as he reached into the portable closet and brought out his new costume, putting it on as if it were the most natural thing in the world. When he was done, the audience began to fully realize what was in store for them. Gone completely was the masculine Arthur...in his place stood Missy Audrey, the maid and assistant to her mesmerizing mistress.

He wore a maid's dress in shiny latex, with white lace at the cuffs and collar; matching white lace gloves, a lacy apron, and a black choker with lace edging. Finished dressing, he sat at the vanity attached to the wardrobe and applied his makeup expertly, finishing with a wig of golden curls that fell to his ersatz breasts. The final touch was a pair of black patent-leather pumps with five-inch heels.

His transformation completed, he stood to await further instructions. A voice
--Janice's voice--came over the speakers of the lounge: "Stage lights dim, Audrey." And the audience watched in awe as the lovely maid's eyes drifted closed, her body relaxed and she returned to full trance.

Janice continued to control the act from off stage, watching on a closed-circuit monitor as she changed clothes. "Are there any female volunteers from the audience who would like to experience Audrey's talents for service?" she asked. Several hands went up, some more hesitant than others. Janice chose one of those more reluctant ladies, a tall dark-haired woman in her 50s, who was still attractive. "Yes, madam, in the red dress, please come up. What's your name?"

Smiling nervously, the woman rose and stepped onto the stage, answering, "Barbara." Audrey remained oblivious to the new member of the act.

"To start," Janice advised her volunteer, "I'd like you to demonstrate that Audrey is, indeed, completely entranced...but also quite involved, shall we say? Go over to her and reach under her skirt and touch her panties." Still not quite sure, the woman did as asked, and gasped as she found the boy-girl's hard-on. But she didn't let go, and she looked up and smiled at the audience.

"Yes, she's quite enthusiastic about all this, isn't she?" Janice asked, laughing. "Audrey, tits and clit," she commanded. "Now, Barbara, I want you to let go of Audrey's little love handle, and reach into her dress and begin to fondle and play with her breasts and nipples." Barbara complied, still a little embarrassed. "That's it."

After a few moments, it was clear that Audrey was become more aroused. Her body shook, and she moaned with pleasure. "Check out her panties, please, Barbara," Janice requested. Barbara did so and the look on her face told the story. "On the verge of ultimate pleasure?" Janice asked. "Very good. Now stop."

Barbara complied, but it was clear that Audrey was still on the brink and would remain there. At that moment, the house lights went out, the stage went momentarily dark, until two spotlights illuminated Audrey and the left side of the stage, where Janice had exited.

Now, she stepped into that light, dressed in a form-fitting gown with a slit all the way to her hip, her hair piled on her head with a pair of wispy tendrils at her cheeks. She wore black platform sandals. She looked directly at Audrey and said, plainly and without emphasis, "Come to me."

Audrey arose from her trance and began to walk across the stage to her mistress; simultaneously, the audience knew that something else was happening as well. The maid continued to shudder and shake as she minced in her heels to her mistress's side. That single command had broken the dam holding in Audrey's raging passions, and she filled her delicate panties with come...some of which seeped just a little down her nyloned leg.

The audience roared with approval.

Janice bowed. "Now, do I have any male volunteers?"



More to come

2 comments:

Karen Singer said...

Hi Dani,

I just love your little stories. Please don't stop.

Karen

Pretty Sissy Dani said...

Hi Karen!

I love your blog as well. Shall we trade links?