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. |
Nice |
and deep |
and relaxed |
So docile |
So compliant |
Ready to follow my words |
and allow them to control your reality |
follow |
control |
nice |
nice |
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?" |
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"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 |
Click |
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 |
in 3 |
2 |
1 |
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] |
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