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What is this thing that happens when a socionormative hetero male becomes suddenly entranced by the idea of becoming a feminized, submissive little sissy pet? According to the Internet, there are tons of us, prancing around in our garter belts and high heels, begging to be used as a cock puppet. I'm married. Normal, hetero friends. I wear jeans. I drink beer right from the bottle. Then there are those other times. My eyes nearly roll-up with arousal, the desire to dress up like a slut is an oxygen-like need. The craving always wins; the feeling of surrendering to it is too delicious to resist… Leer más

So, my sex life works like this: Wife climbs into bed, settles comfortably with a video on Her iPad. I wait until invited, then fold back the covers and worship Her feet. When I'm a very lucky sissy, She wears stockings for me. I vape. I worship. I dream. I dream about Her getting royally fucked by a Masculine Man while I stand at hypnotized, submissive feminized attention beside the bed. I dream about waking from a trance in a maid uniform in my own living room, and suddenly powerfully knowing what I must do. I dream about looking at my Wife's encouraging smile and She and i kiss and suck a… Leer más

"Healthy well-adjusted adult sissy faggot seeks rental accommodation with dominant fetish hypnotist CD or kinky couple during periodic business trips. In exchange for renting a room, the tenant sissy will undertake after-hours training in sexual and domestic service, will meet the household's standards for dress and deportment, and will undergo brainwashing, behaviour modification and/or hypnosis training as benefits her conversion to a mindless obedient domestic sex toy. Must include parking." ...Montreal. This literary somersault arose because I may have reason to spend some time in Montrea… Leer más

I'm flipping idly through online porn, as one does, with my mind wandering and my limp sissy dick in my hand. Then, suddenly I hear my own voice muttering, "Feminized, submissive cock sucking faggot." I realize that I'm hard and horny as hell, and I don't know how it happened. Ask me again if sissy hypno works! /h… Leer más

Their new friends, Terry and Dave, invited them over for dinner last Friday night. After a pleasant supper, Sandy and her husband, Ken, were bound, teased, seduced, hypnotized, dominated and ruthlessly, albeit expertly, edged for the entire weekend until they were both reduced to incoherent begging for more torture. Then it was late Sunday night, as their car glided silently homeward through empty, darkened streets. Not a word had been spoken. They were still both deeply hypnotized. As they pulled into the garage and Ken switched off the car, Sandy heard herself say in an excited, conspir… Leer más

I'm seated at the bar in my host, Paulo's, study. We have been in deep discussion since his wife, Adrienne, veered off with my wife, Dana, in their own chat. That was some time ago. It was a very good drink, and I was listening comfortably, if not attentively, as he spoke. Then Paulo cut himself off as his wife entered the room, leading Dana on a leash. She was wearing only a basque, stockings and heels, with a leather collar around her neck. Her eyes were blank and fixated in the distance as she was brought to a stop, standing rigidly at attention next to me. I realized dumbly that outrage w… Leer más

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My soft, weakened mind had been deeply conditioned by endless streams of sissy hypno files, and you knew it. Hypnosis and stockings were my two earliest sexual memories, and currently my strongest fetishes. You pierced me in your gaze. "Stare," you announced, pointing at your dangling black pump, sheer dark stocking-legs crossed provocatively. I had certainly noticed them with passable discretion, but without hesitation I settled into simply staring. At the heel. The dangling heel. What happened next was entirely internal, but it was as if you knew and were waiting for it. and that made the… Leer más

I fidgeted awkwardly in my chair, smoothing my stockings and straightening my hem. This was all still new to me. "So, tell me, how are you feeling, my pet?" You asked it in a carefully casual manner, but my self-consciousness was piqued. "Terrified, Mistress," I admitted. You cocked your head and shrugged, miming the obvious question, "Scared of what?" "That's the thing, Mistress. I'm not sure whether I'm more scared that I'll run away or that I'll like it." The rest of the evening was a blur, but I did learn one thing: there was nothing to be scared of.… Leer más

I'm sitting alone in the hotel bar. Nothing has been arranged. I have no idea what is to happen. This is all terra incognito. I don't know what to expect, but my role is to be docile, passive and open. At the appointed time you enter, sweeping the nearly empty tables with your gaze. There, on the table near the back, is your target. A yellow baseball hat. The game is on. It's your move. You might sit down, introduce yourself, and chat. You might glance at your quarry, then turn and leave, electing to hunt elsewhere. Else, you might just reach into the baseball cap and remove the room key. An… Leer más

I have watched it happen. While busily trying not to crossdress, I turned into a transvestite. Then, with full awareness of the risks, I hungrily devoured porn and hypnosis videos, until, pathetically, I get aroused by videos that humiliate me for my faggot porn addiction. There was never a plan, except perhaps for the opposite events. I tried to be focused, well-adjusted and heterosexual. I tried to wear pants. I tried to read a good novel. There's no more a rational explanation for my behaviour than when some poor deluded soul axe murders her parents. Why couldn't she stop herself? What… Leer más

my fall-back position will be plausible deniability. It was just a meet-up. All quite Platonic. We dressed. I met another of my species. Everyone does it, else you go crazy. She doesn't need to know that I'm dying to be stoned, dressed and hypnotized into prancing around another sissy's living room until someone licks someone else's hosiery, and I suddenly find myself as a submissive sissy bitch with a cock in her mouth. I surrender /H… Leer más

I pressed Pause on a moment just now, in order that I may attempt to describe it. This is a testament to what has become of me. Lips muttering, "Submit, obey," and unintelligible rasps of "helpless sissy faggot." My wide eyes are glued to a sissification hypnosis porn file. Rocking in my chair, as my ususally limp weenie grows rock hard in appreciation of my depravity. Black dress, basque, stockings, garters and heels. Significantly stoned. Mind utterly blank. Incandescently horny. … Leer más

A couple walks into the darkened apartment, groping for light switches amidst more ardent groping of each other. A great date is coming to an even better conclusion. A sexy CD in a long gown takes the man's hand, crosses the living room and settles herself decoratively across the couch. He stands appreciatively while she strikes an erotic pose, carefully arranging the slit of her gown to reveal a hint of the stockings and lingerie beneath. CD points to the bedroom, capturing his eyes with her gaze. He appears frozen, and in turns evidently also anxious, aroused, confused, and conflicted. His… Leer más

It's sort of exciting to hide in plain sight the means of my own demise, but... https://www.pornhub.com/view_video.php?viewkey=ph5ff2008912f2a I have a fetish for stockings. If you tease me like that video, I'll suck your cock. Simple cause and effect. Too far-gone to resist. /H… Leer más

This note hides my sudden determination that I am seeking work simply for the purpose of spending time away in hotels. My time away will be solely to become a feminized, submissive cock-sucking sissy faggot. I will seek sissies. I will search out playmates. I will dress as a fantasy slut, I will submit to control, I will be trained, tamed, and ultimately broken as a man. This is my plan.… Leer más

I found this on Flickr. It's my profile. I don't recall writing it: "I am a gender-ambiguous featherless biped. I reside at the interface of the earth's crust and atmosphere. My species possesses optical, acoustic, haptic and olfactory sensory apparatus. I have no idea why I exist, nor any apparent control of anything beyond my own subjective perspective. Nevertheless, I labour under the presumption that I have free will, despite no apparent ability to either predict or control the course of even my own thoughts. I get turned on by dressing like a slut. I think I turned into a faggot some tim… Leer más

There's no question, Will was my best friend in college. We both graduated, moved on, and succeeded in other things. Yet, I always missed the easy intimacy of our friendship. I could never make another friend like that, not even after so many years. We drifted apart. It was a silly spat about him dabbling in the occult. The surprise was mine when Will called me one night to catch up. He had suffered a few setbacks, lost his marriage and business, and was literally about to be out on the street. Without a thought I said, "C'mon stay with us. We'll get you patched up." Anticipating his next tho… Leer más

We just did it once, right? Well, maybe a couple of times. Oh, it was innocent enough at first, but gurls will be gurls. We chatted online, then met for coffee; now two sissies playing lingerie show-and-tell, and slowly, seductively succumbing to the force of their own desires. Being more experienced, you enjoyed playing mind games to become "the Domme". I loved that, making me your wee sissy trainee plaything. It was fun. Until my wife caught me. She found lingerie in the trunk of my car, and she knew my kinks well enough to figure out the rest. I naively admitted that I was rather smitten… Leer más

At the end of the night I decided to walk you to your car. In truth, I wasn't quite ready to let you go. You had loaded your bags, and in the silent pause before you climbed onboard you fixed me with your eyes. I froze, enmeshed in a net of new and wonderfully girly feelings. Finally, I spoke what I felt you were commanding, "May I suck your cock?" Another long pause. Silence. Those eyes! "Your wife will be hugely turned on. She's watching from the window." My knees buckled. I recall the sense of compulsion, but nothing else, because my mind went utterly blank. My next coherent thought was hea… Leer más