Some six months after Mistress Jennifer first imposed the "sissy
Dani" persona on me through post-hypnotic suggestion, our lives
had settled into a routine. Most of the week was quite
normal--only Jennifer's insistence that I wear a corset and
baby-dolls to bed indicated the hold she had over me. Naturally,
I complied, since she could always threaten to permanently impose
"sissy Dani" on my mind. Weekends, however, were generally spent
in my transformed bondage. Perhaps a description of one such
period will demonstrate the nature of our relationship.
I arrived home from work Friday night and was met by Mistress
Jennifer at the door, dressed in her most dominant clothes--black
leather bustier, knee-length black leather hobble skirt, black
stockings, and six-inch heels. She kissed me tenderly and
whispered "Pretty sissy Dani." Once again, as it had countless
times over the past half-year, my personality shifted. I was no
longer Daniel, the confident journalist, but now Dani, the
sweetly submissive male lesbian. As I had been taught, I dropped
my gaze and held out my arms, wrists touching. "Transform me,
Mistress," I pleaded. "Bind me into your service as sissy Dani."
Jennifer smiled the wicked smile I had grown to fear yet love.
"At once, sissy Dani. I have a very special weekend planned for
Producing a collar and leash, she bound me to her and led me to
sissy Dani's transformation room. Seating me before the vanity,
she told me to begin my change. First came the makeup--eyeshadow,
mascara, bright red lipstick and, of course, the blush that gave
me the look of constant embarrassment that Mistress Jennifer so
enjoyed. She even powdered my breasts, then shadowed my
"cleavage" and rouged my nipples, making my otherwise flat chest
look quite girlish. She next combed out my hair into the
flattering blonde pageboy her friend Mistress Margaret had
created when Dani was first "revealed."
Next came the clothes. Jennifer had already laid out the outfit I
was to wear for the evening. It consisted of a low-cut red satin
blouse (though I had little in the way of natural cleavage,
Mistress Jennifer still preferred me to dress in this sexy manner
at times), a tight black leather miniskirt (with the hem fully
six inches above my knees), a knee- length black leather cape,
with red satin lining, and red patent-leather pumps, with
towering 6-1/2-inch heels. All this was worn over black lingerie,
including a lightly-padded bra, satin panties, garter belt and
sheer black stockings.
Sissy Dani (I had, in my lucid moments as Daniel, come to think
of her as a separate person) revelled in these sexy, feminine
clothes, creating a sexual rush that thickened and hardened my
cock. Mistress Jennifer smiled and brushed her hand across the
obvious bulge under my skirt. "We'll get to that later, sissy
Dani," she whispered. "Now calm down."
Now Jennifer placed the gold bracelets with the secret locks on
my wrists, the matching gold ankle bracelets on my legs and,
finally, the gold collar with the visible lock around my neck.
Then she took my wrists in her hands and brought them together
behind my back. SNAP! The bracelets became handcuffs, effectively
binding my hands behind me, hidden beneath the cape.
Next, she clipped the leash again to my collar and led me out to
the street. Submissively (sissy Dani could act no other way), I
followed. As we reached the sidewalk, she snapped her fingers
before my face. That was the signal--sissy Dani disappeared and
Daniel came back to life. I stumbled in the towering heels as I
came to my senses. As usual, I knew everything Mistress Jennifer
had done to me and I was thoroughly humiliated to be bound and
cross-dressed in public--although certainly no passer-by would
guess that the blonde vision in red-and- black was not female.
"Where are we going now?" I asked. She smiled the secret smile I
had come to fear--it always meant humiliation for me. "One of my
dearest dominant friends is having a little party. She asked me
to bring sissy Dani to demonstrate my 'training methods,'"
Mistress Jennifer replied. "Her name is Mistress Susan--and
you will obey her, and any other dominant woman at the party, as
you would me. You know the consequences. "I certainly did. The
consequences were to live the rest of my life as sissy Dani. I was
constantly afraid she would carry through on that threat--and
secretly desiring it as well. The more time I spent as sissy Dani,
or in "her` clothes, the more I
grew to enjoy it. I dared not tell Mistress Jennifer...she would
only try to find a new way to humiliate me. Fortunately the
party house was only a few blocks away, so there was little
chance for me to be seen by any neighbors. When we reached the
door, it was opened by Mistress Susan. At that moment, Jennifer
whipped off my cape, exposing my bondage to her s****r dominant
and all the other party-goers. She announced to the group,
"Hello, everyone, this is PRETTY SISSY DANI!"
With those words, Dani reasserted herself. I blushed (prettily,
I'm sure) at my exposure. As I had often been instructed, I
dropped to my knees and placed my lips on the toes of Mistress
Susan's white patent leather boots. "Thank you for permitting me
to serve you and all the other women here, Mistress Susan," I
said. The lovely blonde dominant, dressed all in white leather,
took my hand and raised me back to my feet. "You're quite
welcome, sissy Dani. Come meet my other guests."
The room was filled with dominant women, each attended by one or
more submissives. All of the submissives were cross-dressed men,
in varying states of attire. Several were completely outfitted as
French maids, with short, petticoated, black-satin mini-dresses,
black silk hose and high, black-patent leather shoes. Others were
done-up as little girls--in pink or white satin party dresses,
bare legs, frilly white socks and Mary-Janes. Still others wore
nothing but corsets or waist- cinchers with nylons and heels.
These were usually also in mild bondage of one sort or another.
The one exception was a boy of about 16, who was completely naked
and bound to a chair in the middle of the room. I assumed he had
been d**gged in some way, because he was relaxed and apparently
sl**ping. Susan led Jennifer and me over to the bound young man.
"Dani, this is my little b*****r Tommy. He is about to become
your s****r in spirit--thanks to your lovely Mistress.
I was shocked (even as Sissy Dani) to realize that Mistress
Jennifer was aiding her friend in enslaving one so
young--especially the dominant's b*****r. The various dominants
in the room gathered around as Susan and Jennifer began to dress
the drowsing boy in feminine clothes. Apparently the plan was to
establish the soon-to-be "Tammy" as a sort of teen-age tease. He
was dressed in frilly pink panties, a generously padded bra
(making him at least a 35C), matching garter belt, sheer hose, a
tight pink sweater, pink mini-skirt (fully as short as my own),
pink ankle sox with lace at the cuffs, and pink patent-leather
pumps with four-inch heels.
Once he was dressed, the assembled dominants made up his face:
pale blue eyeshadow, long false lashes, a becoming blush and deep
red lipstick. They topped it off with a curly, shoulder-length
auburn wig. Now, at Mistress Jennifer's direction, one of the
"maids" brought over a full-length mirror and an amplifier set
up, with microphone and headphones. The headphones were placed
over "Tammy's" ears, the microphone given to Jennifer, while the
newly cross-dressed boy was brought to his feet before the
mirror. "Open your eyes, Tommy," Jennifer spoke into the mike.
"This is the new you: You ur name is Tammy. You have two goals in
life--to serve your Mistress Susan, and to use your feminine
wiles to lure other teenage boys like yourself into our clutches,
to be feminized and dominated for the enjoyment of these women.
"Naturally, you you urself are much turned-on by this look. You
want to look just as pretty and sexy as you can. You glory
in the attention--at the same time realizing the humiliation of
your position as a toy and sex-lure for your Mistress's
purposes."Remember, that any time your Mistress wishes to give
you instructions, she must only direct you to gaze upon yourself
in a mirror, with the words, 'Pose for me, Teasing Tammy.' "Now,
close your eyes and sl**p until I awaken you with the words, 'Wake
up, Teasing Tammy.'"The newly renamed boy-girl sat quietly as the
even the assembled dominants gasped at the boldness of Jennifer
and Susan's scheme. They planned not only to enslave the
feminized Tommy, but to use him to recruit other unsuspecting
lads to their arms. Sissy Dani and Teasing Tammy would soon have
many "little s****rs,` it seemed.
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