A Happy Vision

 

A Happy Vision

He lay there, strapped firmly in place and felt the increasing warmth spread through him of whatever it was she'd just injected him with.  He could barely turn his head due to the tightness of the restraints and the stiffness of the rubber hood.

She was still in his vision though and she was still a vision as well.  A delightful vision of so many of his fetishes.  That's why he had allowed himself to be encased in that latex body suit and why he had allowed himself to be strapped in to that special exam chair.

He had thought it was just some sort of medical play scene she was into and he was looking forward to her peeling out her latex fetish nurses outfit.  At least so at the conclusion as he desperately needed to take care of his amazingly hard cock.

She just smiled at him however, as she secured the last strap around his body to lock him in place.  Then she produced the syringe.  She peeled open a flap in the suit and pressed home the needle.  He hadn't expected that.  He hadn't wanted that.  The gag in his mouth however, prevented him from saying anything about it and the straps securing him kept him from thrashing about it much either.

Her radiant face gazed down at him as she watched the drugs take effect upon.  Seeing how the dose sapped his resistance she then set up the IV line into his arm.  That completed and with the new mixture now flowing directly into him, she once again looked deeply into his eyes.  His head was spinning and the warmth had spread throughout his body now.  He felt so relaxed despite knowing he should be panicking at that moment.

"Yes, my sweet" she purred down at him.  Her beautiful face with hose luscious lips inspiring his lust even amidst his panic.  "Yes, you feel so helpless don't you?  Yes, you do.  Yes, that's a good gurl.  Yes, a good gurl.  You're going to be my very good, good gurl."

"That gel you rubbed yourself down with to get into this latex suit?  Yes, that's my own special mixture.  It's a wonderful concoction that combines an exfoliant to dissolve away all your body hair as well as some absolutely divine hormone compounds that are soaking directly through your skin. The longer you have the suit on, the more will soak through to suppress your body's male hormones.  Isn't that wonderful?" she purred.

"But I wouldn't worry about the gel doing that too much.  It's too little to have much effect.  Not compared to what I've hooked up in your IV here.  The compounds there will work on you much, much faster.  They will not only shut down your testes - permanently shut those down - they'll also flood your body with all sorts of feminizing chemicals.  And, even more, there's even compounds mixed in with all that to work such wonders on your mind!  In a few weeks, and you will be here in that latex suit and on this special exam table for several weeks to come, you will be a wonderfully feminized, docile, happy sissy gurl.  Yes, isn't that divine?"

"Oh, I know have questions baby.  I know you do.  But the answers will come later.  Once I have you properly conditioned to be my next sissy pleasure slave!  I know you want that.  That you want that in your heart of heart but didn't have the courage to tell me.  Well, I'm taking care of that for you.  You will thank me for this later.  You will thank me.  I know you will."

"When you emerge from your this latex body suit - think of it like a cocoon and that you're developing into this beautifully feminine butterfly - you'll be well onto your way of being the gurl of your dreams.  Your skin will be soft and smooth and hairless.  Your breasts will have budded and be well on their way to growing into the most beautiful sissy mounds ever.  Your sissy clit will be wonderfully soft and beautifully small.  Your little sissy sacks will soon stop making any more of those boy hormones.  Forever, stop that.  As a my special sissy gurl you won't need such hormones any!  And best of all, the programming I'm going to be playing into your ears - into your mind, into your soul - will help you admit just what a submissive and docile sissy pleasure slave you truly are!"

"So just relax my special, special gurl.  You have no control over what's happening.  You are completely helpless.  You are completely powerless.  That's it my gurl.  You are completely helpless.  A helpless pretty, pretty gurl who needs a strong mistress to control you and keep you safe.  All you have to do is be my pretty, pretty special gurl.  Just be that for me and everything will be divine!  Will you do that for me?  It would make me so, so happy if you would be my special, special gurl  Yes, you want to make me happy, don't you?  Making me happy makes you happy.  And a sissy gurl like you always wants to be happy.  Yes, you do.  That's it my gurl.  Let those wonderful hormones and chemicals do their work.  Can feel them working on you?  Feel all that maleness just washing away out of you?  Letting that beautiful sissy gurl emerge from inside you?  That's it my gurl, just let it flow away and that sissy emerge.  Relax baby, let me control you.  Let me help that sissy gurl come out.  That's my gurl.  That's my special, special gurl.  That's my helpless sissy gurl...  Good gurl.  You're making me so happy... Yes...."

The warmth and lightness was all through his body.  He felt wonderful and happy and so very, very relaxed.  He knew she was insane.  He hadn't asked for any of this.  But it all felt so good.  So very, very good. Looking up at her angelic face in her latex fetish nurse's outfit she was still a vision to him.  He did want to make her happy.  And he couldn't think of any reason not to be her gurl.  Maybe she was right and that's who he really was.  He couldn't tell.  it just felt so right and so good to agree with her.  Her smile was so wonderful.  Would she smile at him if he was her good sissy gurl?  Would she play with him if he was her good sissy gurl?  Why shouldn't he be her sissy gurl.  She was so beautiful and being her sissy gurl would be so wonderful....

His last vision of her, before she snapped the VR googles over his eyes to play non-stop subliminals into his chemically defenseless mind, was of her beautiful face smiling at him and telling him that being her sissy gurl would make her so happy.  So very happy...

Maid to Order

 Maid To Order

Mr. Carstairs shuffled to the door and managed to stand fully upright in order to hug and “air kiss” his wife goodbye for the day.

“Now honey, remember what the doctor said.” She reminded him, “Keep taking your heart medications and try to keep calm.  Remember your blood meds too!” She chided him as she stepped out the door and off into her Porsche.

“Don’t worry, dear, I won’t forget!” he promised as she sped away.

Mr. Carstairs then shuffled himself over to his favorite overstuffed chair in the living room and let himself fall back into it.  He heaved a heavy sigh and then picked up the little bell from the small table next to the chair.  A bit of ringing and soon enough in came the maid that Mrs. Carstairs had insisted he employ.  “The house needs keeping up my dear and why not have someone who’s pretty do it for us?” she’d told him.  “Someone pretty?” thought Mr. Carstairs, “Hah!  Pretty and sexy and seductive and sexually insatiable AND a Tgirl to boot!” he’d laughed to himself.

The maid minced quickly over to Mr. Carstairs and did a nice deep curtsey to him.  “Yeth Thir?” she lisped.  She had yet to master speaking properly around the new piercing Mrs. Carstairs insisted be emplaced in the Tgirl’s tongue.  The resulting lisp was something Mrs. Carstairs knew her husband would find irresistible.  And the woman was right.  He also found the sensation of that piercing flicking over his cock irresistible.  As irresistible as Mrs. Carstairs found its flicking over her clit.  Though the later didn’t happen nearly as often as either Mr. Carstairs or the maid, Collette, wished it would.

“Ah, Collette.  Good girl.  Mrs. Carstairs is off to her time at the Club this afternoon so, you know what that means?”  He asked with a leer.

“Ooo… yeth Mither Carthstairs!  That I should turn down thhe bed!” Collette answered in her sweetly feminized voice and lisp.

“Yes, that’s right you little minx!  First though, help me up from this chair” he ordered his servant.

Collette did just that, handing Mr. Carstairs his cane once he was on his feet.  He shooed her off to the bedroom with a nice feeble swat on her ass and then shuffled himself after her.  It took him some time to shuffle himself up the stairs and then on to the master bedroom.  Entering the hallway he found that Collette had indeed turned down the bed covers and was waiting demurely standing at the foot of the bed.  Seeing her Master approach she perked up and minced out of the bedroom and into the hallway toward him.

Once they both were fully inside the hallway, Mr. Carstairs straightened himself up fully.  No more hunching.  He then leaned the cane against the wall and popped open one of the cabinets mounted along the walls of the hallway and began manipulating the screen of a small tablet computer on one of the shelves in that cabinet.  Collette was by his side and running her hands along Mr. Carstairs body – paying particular attention to his firm ass and hardening cock.  He leaned over and quickly kissed the mincing and eager Tgirl as he continued working the screen of the tablet.

“Just a minute you little slut.” He said, warmly, to the girl doing her best to arouse him.  “Let me just activate the file here…  and reroute the feed from there….  and… ooo… you are hungry for my cock!” he laughed as Collette’s eager fingers had opened his housecoat and slipped through his pajamas to begin fondling his cock and balls.

“And… a click here… and turning the override on… now!” he said with satisfaction as he turned his attentions away from the tablet’s screen and fully on to the hungry Tgirl cocksucker before him.  He grasped her face with both hands and passionately kissed her deeply as she peeled off his housecoat and then helped him shed his pajama bottoms.  He was kissing her and moving her toward the bed and stepping out of those pajamas.  No shuffling involved.  Finally reaching the bedside, he broke his kissing of his Tgirl slut maid and pushed the little minx back onto the bed.  She fell back with little yelp and big smile as he shrugged out of his pajama top.  Yes, Mr. Carstairs was clearly a man of some age and was not nearly as firm as he’d once been.  His heart however, was quite fine.  Thank you very much.  So too was his blood pressure.  His quite hard cock was proof enough of that as the Tgirl maid quickly rolled herself around to press her face onto it and onto his balls.  

The Ears Stay On

 

Life of the Party

 

Life of the Party

Yeah, she could a bitch at times.  Especially when she wasn’t the center of attention.  Which, these days, happened a lot more than it used to.  And she’s no one else to blame for that but herself.

I’m not sure what she saw in me when she first hit me up for a date.  She was sexy as hell and always the life of the party.  I was more the shy guy who hung out in the background.  Maybe that attracted her in that she figured she could overwhelm with her attentions.  She was right about that!  I loved it.  And was soon doing anything she asked just to keep her attention on me!

Shaving down so I was nice and smooth for her?  Sure thing!  Growing my hair out and letting her girlfriends at the salon style it?  You bet!  I was hesitant at first when she brought out her strap-on.  But, damn! Did she know how to use it!  She had me hooked and it was glorious!

I didn’t even bother questioning it when she said she wanted to play dress up games.  Sure, I was a guy but she was the one with the bigger dick and boy oh boy could she drive me to these eye rolling climaxes with it.  So, no, I didn’t argue when she had me dress like a girl - I was getting fucked like one anyway so why should that have been a problem!

The chastity cage was kinky occasional fun at first.  I didn’t much like it but couldn’t deny that the sex was more intense on the times she let me out of it.  That those times got longer and longer between them just made those orgasms that much deeper.  And I actually came to like that sort of low level horniness I stayed in with the cage being on.

Three ways with one of her girlfriends were always awesome.  They still were awesome when I was dressed up as a girl and they both whipped out their strap-ons!  They got even better though, when it was her, me and one of her boyfriends  I learned that a real cock is always better than a strap-on!

I was in “girl mode” all the time by that point so she didn’t have to do much persuading to get me on to the hormones.  “It’ll do wonders for your skin and your hair” she told me.  Well, I was routinely getting fucked silly by her, her girlfriends, and some of their boyfriends too. It had been ages since I last had my cock in her pussy so I didn’t really miss not getting a hardon once the girly juice had been pumped into me enough.

I liked the changes.  They did make me look girlier.  When one of her boyfriends - yeah, she has lots of other boyfriends.  She’s a slut! - suggested I was femme enough that I should try doing porn I thought it’d be fun.  It was.  It also started earning me some good cash.  That some guys were willing to offer me even more cash for “private performances” was a surprise.  A profitable surprise.  That’s what eventually paid for my tits.  And for the work on my face.
And now here I am.  It’s been a couple years.  But now I’m just as much the “party girl” as she ever was.  And I’m just as popular with the guys.  In no few times though, I’m even more popular!

Like right here tonight, for instance.  I think she looks great.  Yeah, she’s put on a little weight over these years but she’s still sexy as hell.  Not my fault if the guys here are paying more attention to me now.  She chose her outfit for tonight’s party, I chose mine.  Yeah, mine didn’t include a bra.  Hers did.  She’s wearing pants.  I’m not.  And I’m not wearing panties either.  

Her choices. My choices

That the guys like the fact that my titties pop out of my skimpy dress more easily than they can get at hers isn’t my fault.  And I really like the crowd at these parties.  Only a few of the guys don’t like what they find between my legs.  When their fingers wrap ‘round my little clitty instead of pushing into the snatch they expected most of ‘em will either laugh and slap me on that ass for being such a tease. I try and be apologetic about it and ask ‘em what I could do to make up for it?  Like a blow job or a quick fuck, perhaps?  The ones not into it just say no and move on.

The crowd here is like that.  The bouncers here at the club also make sure no one gets stupid about it either.

So, yeah, I’m lovin’ it now.  This stud behind me is getting my fires burning something fierce.  I like it when big hard men take to mauling me.  That’s why I got these titties in the first place!  And the combo of him groping my tits while rubbing my clitty between his fingers is turning me on even more.  And from the hardness in his jeans that he’s pressing into my butt, I think I’m turning him on to.

Now the only question is whether he’s gonna want me to take care of him in one of the bathroom stalls here at the party or it’ll be back at his place.  The night’s still young enough where I could manage both.  Or get plowed by him in one of those stalls now and still be up for finding some other stud to take me back to his place later.  Yeah, I’m a slut too!

So, yes, I’m enjoying being the life of the party now.  It’s not my fault I’m the center of attention here.  She made me this way.  And I love it!

It Was Such A Cheesy Line

It was such a cheesy line.

It was such a cheesy line.  And it was all bullshit too. If the hotel manager knew he was pulling this, Mike would find himself fired in a heartbeat.  But, Mike figured he was careful enough.  He figured he had gotten good enough at reading the guests who checked in.  And being the hotel’s front desk receptionist on the weeknights, he got to check in every guest.  And he always did what research online about each guest he could before they showed up.

The ones who reserved their rooms online but then wanted to pay in cash when they arrived were always the guys he tried reading more closely.  Paying in cash like that could mean they wanted no transaction record on their credit card bills.  That they wanted "discretion" above all else.  And when he saw the few of them that were trying to “read” him as well?  Then he knew he might’ve found some potentials there.

Thus when “visitors” started arriving for those particular guests, Mike checked them out real closely too.  Oh, it was all in the name of ensuring the “safety and security of our hotel patrons” and all that.  But he had learned real good to look for the signs of these visitors being sissies like himself.  Femme boys or CDs who were meeting their “daddy” at the hotel for some “discrete encounter” away from prying eyes.

It was always a risky thing going up to the rooms of such men.  He could be completely wrong and have utterly missed reading them.  The men could be complete closet cases who were terrified of their secret lives being know.  Or they just might’ve wanted their privacy and not found Mike’s appearance at their door to be worth accepting.

He always made sure to keep his little cock in a cage when he’d try to present himself to such a guest.  The whole risk thing turned him on so much that if his sissy stick was out loose he’d be tenting his panties something bad.  They still wound up a soggy mess from his leaking so much even by just the first knocking on their door.

Sometimes he’d guessed right but the daddy or top or master had just got done fucking his sissy and was “down for the count.”  Some times they were about to check out themselves - ahead of the nights they’d paid for - and were already half-way out the door when Mike got there.  Sometimes he’d guessed right but he just wasn’t to their particular taste.  Too young, too old, not gurlish enough, too trashy, not trashy enough, too white, too eager.  It was very much a personal taste thing even if he’d read them right and everything else was otherwise perfect.

But on those rare occassions... On those rare daddies that he’d read right, weren’t too spent from fucking the brains out of the last sissy boy to visit them, and that found Mike attractive enough?  Oh daddy!  Those were the best times!

Mike wound up walking funny after providing himself as room service for those men.  Walking funny, with a really sore sissy ass and his jaw would hurt oh so nicely too!  That and some of those daddies or masters had to punish Mike for being so "intrusive" or "pushy."  It was one way to keep himself from trying to sit down too much while at the front desk - his sissy ass would be beet red from that “punishment!”

This latest guest Mike thought he had "read" the right way was wearing just a bathrobe when he'd opened the door at Mike's knocking.  From the bulge growing and poking out of the man's bathrobe, it looked to Mike that he’d read him just right!  And that the man had just stepped out of the shower meant he was all nice and clean to get nice and dirty with his new sissy boy!

Some days, Mike really enjoyed his job! 

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