Trance-Script #51

 

Here’s the latest of my hypno-sessions with Mistress Lola. As  always, Mistress Lola’s words are in italics, mine are in boldface, and my editorial comments are in this san serif face. Words in [brackets] are actions, and hypnotic triggers are underlined.   This was our first successful session in about six weeks. We had had two attempts in November, each of which failed for different reasons. The first was interrupted on my end; the second disrupted when Mistress Lola’s internet cut out. That one also was not quite going the way either of us wished, hence the opening comment from Mistress.   Now I know last session's adventure was not quite your cup of tea

So if you like, rather than continue, we can do something more to your liking

That would be fine

Very well

Fortunately I have an idea for something that's more your taste

Shall we?

I'm in your capable hands....

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nice   And, once again, that repetitive induction sent me deep into hypnosis, a state where my conscious mind seems to go on hold, and my subconscious allows Mistress to take control. This is not the hypnosis of fantasy (not even my fantasies!), but a willing surrender.

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and deep

and relaxed

So docile

So compliant

Ready to follow my words

and allow them to control your reality

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Picture yourself at the mall

All those shops lined up next to each other

Shops for everything

Food

Books

Electronics

and of course

Clothes

Lots and lots of clothes shops

Feel yourself

walking down the corridor of the mall

And notice

In male or female mode?

Male mode, dear

And notice

right there in the corner

a new store that you've never seen before

A big clothing store

With a nice, shiny pink exterior

La Chateau Sissie

And in the window of the store

Mannequins dressed up so prettily

So fancifully

In big dresses with petticoats, and hats, and gloves

Looking so elegant and refined

And feel yourself

being drawn to the store

As if your legs have a mind of their own

Feel yourself

Being pulled into the store

The little bell ringing as you enter

And see all those magnificent fashions around you

Dresses

Skirts

Shoes

All shapes and sizes and colours

Everything you could possibly imagine

How does it make you feel?

My mind is swimming with possibilities

I reach out to touch one of the dresses   A few words on how this kind of fantasy operates: It’s as if I were simultaneously watching and participating in a stage play or movie. I am at one time the protagonist, the audience and—at times—the narrator.

Notice that you've caught the eye of one of the sales assistants

A pretty young brunette with a red blouse and black knee-length skirt

Listen to her voice as she says

"Hello sir, how can I help you?"

Embarrassed, I drop my hands to my sides

[Sissy Dani blushes]

"Well, I thought I might try on some clothes...."

"Oh, I'm sorry. I thought it might be something for your wife"

"Well, Ma'am, I'd be happy to help you find something. What's your size?"

[Sissy Dani blushes again]

You can feel the mocking laughter in her tone when she calls you 'Ma'am'

"I'm really not sure. Can you suggest something you think would fit?"

"That depends, Ma'am. Are you looking for a dress, a skirt, a top, shoes...what do you want to walk home in today?"

"A full outfit, including underthings," I say, hesitating a bit

"Underthings? Oh, you mean bra and panties, and stockings?" she says, a little louder than necessary

It gets the attention of the other sales assistants, who you can hear giggling

"Yes...yes," I murmur

Somehow the embarrassment is arousing me

"Well step this way, Ma'am" she says, a wicked grin on her face

Tentatively, I follow her deeper into the store

And she leads you over to a selection of bras

Each one looking lacier and sexier than the last

All sorts of styles

All types of colours

Padded, balconette

Everything and anything

My eye is drawn to one in a sort of retro bullet design

"I recommend you go padded, Ma'am"

Wondering how I might look with big pointed tits

"You are a little lacking upstairs, after all"

"Yes, yes, of course," I respond

"You choose, then...."

"Well, I think a sophisticated, classy woman like yourself would want to go with the bullet bra. It'll really accentuate your bosom,"

she says, holding back the laughter

"Does that suit you, Ma'am?"

"Oh, yes," I gush

"But I have no idea of my size"

"Well then you'll just have to try one on and see, won't you?"

"I'll tell you if it looks right. But I think you'd better start with a B"

"Now please, Ma'am, if you'll take your top off and try on the bra"

I pull my t-shirt off and reveal my flat, but hairless chest

"Will you help me with it, please?"

She smiles, and takes a bra off the display

She wraps it around your chest, the big bullet cups sticking out in front of you, and hooks it from behind

"There we go. Doesn't that feel so nice, Ma'am?"

The tightness, the restriction is strangely erotic

"Yes, quite nice...."

Looking down and seeing those cones is very....arousing as well

"I imagine you'll want to stuff it when you get it home though. Most of our customer like you tend to do so"

"Oh, yes, of course...."

"We have some excellent fake breasts, if that's what you're into though"

"We're used to your kind shopping here"

"Really? May I try those?"

You can practically feel the sharpness when she says 'your kind'

I am surprised by my own eagerness

"No try ons, I'm afraid. Hygiene issues. You'll just have to buy one if you want one"

"Very well....I'll take a set, in whatever size you think is appropriate"

"To fill those out? Let's go with Es"

She takes you to the back wall, where indeed they have row upon row of fake breasts. She points you to the E cups

 

"My, those are large! You're sure they are the correct size for me?”

"Our sissy customers tend to go big or go home, Ma'am"

She snickers

Sissy? Is that what she means by "my kind"?

[Sissy Dani blushes]

I nod and say, "Very well...I believe you know best"

"Trust me, I do."

"Shall I add them to your basket?"

I take a deep breath. "Why not just put them on now?"

"Didn't you listen to me? I said you have to pay for them"

"So impatient. That's the trouble with you sissies"

"Oh, I will..." I take out my wallet. "Here, ring up the bra and the falsies..."

"That'll be $300, Ma'am"

"Although...I can offer you a discount, if you're willing to do something for me"

"What would that be?

"If you're willing to wear the falsies and bra out of the shop, and walk around the mall in them, then I'll knock off $200"

I gasp. "All right...may I buy outer clothes to go with them first?"

"Certainly. The more we show off, the better. Let's get you a nice tight skirt to put on"

She leads you away towards the skirts

"This red pencil skirt would be perfect for you, Ma'am"

"I think I'll need panties first" I whisper

"It goes all the way down to your knees, and it's sure to show off your sissy bulge"

The skirt is gorgeous, but I can't wear it with my boxers

"Panties, please, miss?" I beg

"Hmm, I don't know. I think I'd prefer to see this au naturel, as it were"

"But if you must insist, we will get you panties"

"I'm thinking a g-string would suit you"

"Thank you," I whisper

The g-string she hands me is tiny, little more than a pouch to hold my 'stuff'

"Satisfied?"

I duck into a changing room, strip off my jeans and boxers

and come out feeling practically naked

"Well, are you satisfied with that?"

I take the pencil skirt from her and struggle to pull it up my legs and around my hips

It clings to every curve..

and, yes, the shape of my maleness is obvious at the front

"Oh my, your secret certainly isn't safe in that get up"

[Sissy Dani blushes]

But the humiliation only seems to add to my bulge

"Well, now we just need to cover up that chest. Don't want them to see the goods are fake"

"Perhaps a blouse? Or maybe a crop top?"

I look around...."What about a tight-fitting sweater?"

"You're in luck. We have a nice pink one right here"

"Cashmere, and very tight fitting. You'll love the feeling against your skin"

I take the sweater from her and pull it over my head

The crew collar is a good fit

and it clings to me just as much as the skirt does

My tits look like a pair of pink torpedoes

"And to complete the look..."

"A pair of six inch stilleto red heels"

I sit and slide my feet into these come-fuck-me pumps

"There, now your look is complete"

I stand and wobble a bit as I try to gain my balance

"Now, the total of all these fabulous items comes to $750..."

"But if you complete the discount challenge, you'll only pay $300"

"And I'll be walking behind you to make sure you do it properly. Understood, Miss Sissy?"

"Yes, Miss...am I to do it with my male hair and no makeup?"

"Oh yes, we want everyone to see you for what you really are"

"Not that even with makeup you'd be able to hide what you're packing down there"

[Sissy Dani blushes]

"I understand, Miss"

The erotic look and feel of the outfit has overridden all my fear

I am ready to accept the challenge

Head held high, I mince toward the door   And thus begins one of my long-time erotic dreams—to be exposed as a feminized male in a public place, unable to pretend to be feminine. Such embarrassment, such humiliation, has been a part of my cross-dressing fantasy for many years. Even the thought of it is arousing.

"Then march, sissy, march"

As I step out into the mall, I hear the sound of my heels

click-clack

on the hard floor

Each click

and clack

echoing in your head

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Clack

Click

Clack

And maybe it's the loud click clack

or maybe it's because the sales assistant is clapping

But you're getting lots of attention along the way

And of course

everyone in the mall

can see straight away

this isn't a woman they're looking at

But a silly

prissy

Sissy

Another thrill goes through me

Is this what has been missing in my life?

I smile at the attention

and thrust my knockers out more

I stop and pose before a window,

examining my new look

And what do you make of yourself?

I am a sissy!

I turn to the crowd

and give them a limp-wristed wave

then blow a kiss

They clap and wave and laugh

At the silly, simpering sissy of the mall

I curtsey in response

And of course...

You got your discount

And with that

you cemented your reputation

as the sissy of the mall

And as you ended your walk

the sales assistant asked you

"Would you like to be one of our live models? We could use someone like you to show off our clothes"

[Sissy Dani smiles]

"I would love to--but can I get a full makeover before I do that?

"Sure," she smiles. "Let's get you to the salon across the street"

But that's a tale for another time

Because now it is time

to wake up

in your normal reality

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And wide awake now, dear

Thank you, Mistress

Truly one of my all-time favorite fantasies

I can almost still feel those torpedo tits!

I thought as much

I could tell from how much you got into it

So much easier to spin a fantasy when it's one the subject already knows

But you added elements I might not have

The g-string for instance

Ah yes

Well, we can't have a sexy sissy in boring panties, can we now?

[Sissy Dani grins]

No, Mistress

We shall have to pick up on this one next time, I think

Indeed

With my sales assistant domme picking out a new look for me

With the makeover

Of course

Which I'm sure will make you look like just the kind of girl they need as a model

I hope that was worth the extra wait

Definitely!

Good girl

 

Well, I imagine you have a busy evening ahead

Yes indeed, currently I'm just about to check on my cooking

Or perhaps just a restful one

So I shall say goodnight, and happy sissy thoughts

[Mistress Lola kisses all over]

Good night then, Mistress

[Sissy Dani blows a kiss]