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Now now... I'm not giving up on hypnosis stories, but sometimes it's nice to explore the mind of a character that hasn't had his/her brain scrambled into a compliant goo. As a result, I give you the first three chapters of what will hopefully be a much longer saga. I give you, Tiana, A Sissy Story.
You can find the chapters after the break. Please give it a read, and, if you like it, definitely let me know! Like most writers, I subsist solely on a diet of caffeine and praise/feedback! You can post a comment here, or (should you want to share your thoughts on more intimate terms) you can send me an e-mail at enslavingeyes@gmail.com.
Also, keep your eyes focused for even more surprises ahead (several of which will totally involve hypnosis).
Happy reading, dears!
~Jess
Tiana, A Sissy Story
by
Jess Mesmer
CHAPTER 1: Motivation
Christian Perkins nervously peeked out of the walk-in closet to make sure that his wife was nowhere nearby. When he was satisfied that he would not be disturbed, he quickly and quietly retrieved several items from their carefully chosen hiding places and lovingly placed them in the small black duffle bag at his feet. After covering the items with a solid layer of athletic clothes and assorted toiletries, he grabbed the bag and crept into the bedroom. He silently edged towards his wife's dresser and cursed under his breath as the squeak of her underwear drawer bounced around the otherwise soundless room. His hand deftly shot into the jumbled mass of fabric, and he smiled triumphantly as he pulled out a shiny silver thong with black lace trim.
"Whatcha got there, Chris?" The playful jibe startled him, and he whirled around, eyes wide and panties in hand, to see the coy grin of his beautiful wife greeting him from the doorway
"C-Callie," he stuttered, "I, um, I mean, er, I was just-" his flustered attempt at an explanation continued as Callie sauntered towards him, making sure to exaggerate the sway of her hips with each slow and deliberate step. Chris's speech became even more erratic as he noticed the skin-tight yoga pants she wore drawing his attention to her purposeful stride. She’d just finished her workout, and her chestnut brown hair was pulled taut into a long ponytail that draped over her shoulder and dangled delicately in front of her pink sports bra. Beads of sweat were just beginning to trickle down her flat stomach.
“Ooh,” she purred as she pressed her body to his and quickly snatched the panties from his hand, “my favorites. If I recall, I can always get a rise out of you whenever I wear these. Just what were you planning on doing with them, I wonder?” Her grin widened as her eyes fell to the duffle bag clutched in his hand. “I think I know what’s going on here,” she chuckled.
“You do?” Chris did his best to stifle the anxiety in his voice.
“Mmm hmm, you’re planning on hitting the courts with Lewis later, and you thought you take a little ’good luck charm‘ with you.”
“Yeah,” he laughed in relief, “I figure it couldn’t hurt my game any. I hope you don’t mind, I just-”
“Shh,” Callie said, her index finger rising to his lips. “I think it’s sweet, and because you’re so sweet, I’m going to give you a little extra encouragement to play your best. Now you just stay still.” She took a step back and made a show of slowly peeling off her pants and underwear, kicking off her tennis shoes and socks in the process. She then wiggled her way into the silver panties and lowered herself onto her knees in front of Chris. She ran her hands up the lengths of his legs to the waistband on his athletic shorts, reached her fingers inside, and pulled Chris’s erect cock free of the fabric. Firmly grasping the shaft with her left hand while her right found its way to her clit and started rubbing vigorously, she made a show of seductively wrapping her lips around the head of his dick.
Hearing his moans of approval, she quickly moved her left hand to his balls. She increased the intensity of her own masturbation and started to greedily and loudly slurp as she effortlessly slid his entire length in and out of her moist, warm mouth. Barely a minute had passed before the muffled scream of Callie’s orgasm caused Chris’s cock to vibrate in her mouth. Almost immediately in response, he found himself shooting his entire load into Callie’s waiting mouth. After both of their orgasms subsided, she pulled herself from his cock, but not before applying extra suction to ensure that she had drained every last bit of cum.
Bracing herself on his hips, Callie pulled herself upright and leaned in close to Chris’s face. Suddenly, and with a surprising force, she grabbed the short, blond curls on the back his head and aggressively pulled him into a kiss. The second his lips parted, Callie forced the cum she’d been holding in her own mouth into his. She pulled him away and quickly pushed up on his chin to close his mouth. She then locked eyes with Chris, smiled wildly, and nodded. As he had done countless times before, Chris swallowed hard. He made sure he’d gotten every last bit down before proudly opening his mouth for inspection. Callie shivered visibly and giggled at the sight.
“Oh, god,” she squealed, “it is just so fucking hot to watch you swallow your own cum after I blow you!” She started to blush as she reigned in her excitement. “I know it’s kind of messed up, but thank you so much for indulging in my weird little kink.”
“Hey,” Chris chuckled, “I kind of bothered me at first, but I was more than willing to do it if it meant getting oral from you so often. After a while, it started to grow on me. I actually even enjoy the taste now.”
“Really?” Her eyes widened as she bounced up and down on her toes.
“Yeah, I guess it’s a weird Pavlovian feedback loop, or something.” He smiled awkwardly and looked at the ground as leaned back on his heels. “The more you blow me, the more I associate the taste of my cum with that pleasure. And the more I think about it, the more I want you to suck my cock.”
“Yay!” she cheered as she tucked his now limp dick back into his pants. “Anyway, that should help keep you motivated out there, today. Now, hurry up and get to your ’boy’s day‘, and tell Lewis ’hi‘ for me.” Chris smiled and, still reeling from the events which had just transpired, he picked up his bag and headed for the door. “Oh, wait,” Callie called as she chased after him, “I almost forgot.” She deftly slid out of her panties and shoved them into the duffle bag. “That way you can take a little sniff of how much I want you, y’know,” she winked and gave him a firm slap on his ass, “in case you need a little more ’motivation‘. Now, run along, or you’ll be late.”
After watching him get in his car and drive off, she retrieved her pants from the bedroom. Once she had redressed herself, she went upstairs to the den and happily hummed a tune to herself as she set up her laptop. She logged into the L. Aaronson Studios website and clicked on a button labeled “Members Only Livecam.”
CHAPTER 2: Transformation
After about 10 minutes, Chris pulled into the parking lot of a small office complex just off of the freeway. He headed into the lobby and immediately called the elevator. Given that it was a Saturday, most of the offices in the building were abandoned, and it took very little time for a faint chime to draw his attention to opening doors. He boarded the elevator and pressed the button for the third floor. As the doors opened, he stepped out and knocked on the simple, windowless door in front of him. He was greeted by the familiar visage of Lewis Aaronson, freelance photographer and Chirs’s best friend since childhood.
“It’s about time you got here, man,” Lewis said as he ushered Chris inside. He gave Chris a playful pat on the back and gestured towards one of the chairs that adorned the simplistic waiting room. “What kept you?” he asked as both of them sat down.
“Callie caught me grabbing a pair of her panties. I almost lost it!” Lewis listened as Chris related the morning’s activities.
“Fucking bastard!"
“Easy, Lew," Chris chuckled.
“No,” Lew teased back, “I mean it! You sneak out of the house to indulge a secret you’re so ashamed of that you can’t tell your wife and only barely just told your best friend, and what happens when you almost get caught? Your fucking gorgeous wife, who you are crazy-stupid hot for, blows you!”
“What do you care?” Chris laughed and gave Lew a playful punch to the arm. “I thought you were totally gay.”
“Bi,” Lew chided.
“Whatever. The point is that, for as long as I’ve known you, you’ve primarily been into dudes. Just because you like to look at women doesn’t negate that.”
“You know,” Lew grinned, “those are some strong words for a guy who practically begged me to do a photoshoot, free of charge mind you, of him dressed in his wife’s panties and made up to look like some sort of fetish doll.”
“Whoa,” Chris said, visibly taken aback, “too far, man. Too far.”
“Oh, relax, man,” Lew laughed and moved to give his friend a reassuring pat on the arm. Chris pulled away and looked at the floor. “Look, Chris, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to upset you. I’m actually grateful. One of my clients really wants some pictures like this for her personal collection. Not only are you helping me deliver way ahead of schedule, you’re also saving from having to deal with some prima donna model.” Lew thought for a moment as Chris continued to stare silently at the floor. “Besides,” he said as he suddenly begin inspecting the same spot of carpet that seemingly enthralled Chris, “I’m actually really happy that you trust me enough to reveal this side of yourself.”
“Really?”
“Yeah,” Lew looked at Chris and caught him staring back. The hurt in his eyes had faded, and he breathed a relieved sigh. “I’ve always felt really close to you, but I could tell there was something that you were holding back. I honestly thought it was something about my lifestyle that you didn’t approve of. But now,” he reached a hand out and placed it gently on Chris’s knee, “now I know we’re a lot more alike than I’d ever thought.”
“Easy now, killer,” Chris chuckled and a smile danced across his face, “It’s not like I’m going to line up next to you to suck dudes off or anything.”
“Hey, the worst part is the taste, and you’ve already passed that hurdle,” Lew joked in response. “Now, how about we get you out of those drab clothes and into some delightfully restrictive fetish wear.”
“Sounds like a plan. Where should I change?”
“Here,” Lew motioned forward as he opened the door to room where they would be shooting. Chris walked in and reached to close the door behind him. His hand surprisingly found Lew instead.
“Um, bro,” he said in an unsure tone, “what are you doing?”
“I’m going to do some checks on the camera while you change. Besides, I need to see what I’m working with makeup-wise.”
“O-oh, right,” Chris stammered uneasily. “It’s just that I,” he shifted nervously, “I’ve never dressed in front of someone before.”
“Chris, it’s me, Lew. You know, the guy who once had to drag your unconscious naked body back from the lake when you passed out right in the middle of a drunken skinny dip. I’m also the guy who you found on the floor of the club’s bathroom with the bouncer buried 8-inches deep in his ass. I seriously think we’re past shame and modesty.” He punctuated the point by playfully slapping Chris’s ass as he walked past him on his way to the camera setup. “Besides,” he winked, “you have nothing to be ashamed of!”
“Ha ha,” Chris laughed sarcastically. “you can ease up on the flirting. If it didn’t work when I was drunk off my ass, why would it work now.” Lew smiled innocently.
“Hey, I’m just trying to ease an old friend’s mind. Now hurry up and strip, bitch!” He laughed an snapped his fingers dramatically as Chris eased out of his clothing. The sound of Lew’s shutter instantly drew his attention.
“Whoa,” he jumped without thinking to cover his naked form. “What’s the deal, man?”
“I’m just documenting the process for posterity,” Lew smiled. “Relax, these are for your own private enjoyment. I thought you might like to have a record of your first professional shoot. Kind of like a backstage memoir.”
“That’s," Chris found it hard to protest Lew’s logic. “That’s actually kind of a neat idea. Okay, continue.” Chris made a show of posing as he bent over and reached into his duffle bag. “Tada!” He triumphantly held up the silver thong before diving back in and retrieving the rest of his ensemble. He moved himself to a nearby chair and set his clothes on the floor nearby before turning to grab a soft pink wig. After donning his cap, he faced the camera, leaned forward, and secured it in place. He righted himself with a flourish and flashed Lew a coquettish look as the hair settled into place behind him and dangled just above his hips.
“Hello, Christian Perkins!” Lew indulged himself by letting loose wolf whistle.
“Uh uh,” Chris waved a finger and chastised his friend in a surprisingly feminine tone, “I’m Tiana from here on out. Tiana Love.”
“Well, Tiana Love,” Lew said as he leaned forward, “I’d be lying if I said I didn’t love Tiana already.”
“Oh you,” Tiana giggled as she danced towards the chair. Lew quickly returned to his post and made sure to document every nuance as Tiana slid herself into the small swath of shimmering lace. She made sure to stand and turn her backside to the camera as she pulled the thong securely between her cheeks.
“I have to ask, ’Tiana‘, how do you manage to keep yourself so,” Lew searched for a delicate term while his eyes hungrily ran up and down the length of Tiana’s hairless body, “smooth? I mean, doesn’t Callie say anything?”
“Not at all,” Tiana laughed, “in fact, it’s her idea. She’s always said she finds body hair disgusting and insists that I get waxed monthly. It just so happens to coincide perfectly with my little hobby, so I never protested.”
“Ah, then that also explains the man-scaping,” Tiana scowled as Lew realized his mistake, “‘woman-scaping’, I mean.” Lew quietly continued to take picture after picture as Tiana slipped a pair of sheer black stocking onto her slender, lithe legs. Lew watched with rapt attention, amazed at how, with each new article of clothing and coy mannerism, his best friend transformed into the perfect ideal of feminine beauty before his very eyes. She slowly and deliberately pulled on a pair of long opera gloves before finally slipping on her black stiletto heeled pumps and effortlessly sashaying to a nearby mirror, a small make-up bag in hand. She concentrated as she applied made herself up just as she'd practiced.
“There,” Tiana said after finishing the final stroke of eyeliner. “Do you think this shade of lipstick makes me look to whore-ish?” She puckered her blood red lips at Lew and giggled as she noticed the small wet spot on the front of his khakis. “Hmm,” she said, “just whore-ish enough, it looks like. Just try to keep it in your pants for this next part.” She held up a black and purple satin corset and motioned for Lew to come closer. “I need you to help cinch me into this.”
“Sure thing,” Lew said, his face growing flush as he ignored the topic of his still present erection.
“Now,” Tiana said, “you can’t be shy about this.” She turned her back towards Lew as she finished hooking the corset in the front. “I need you to pull it as tight as you can around my waist. Trust me. The final effect will be worth the effort.”
“Like this?” Lew grunted with exertion and Tiana gasped loudly as the steel boning clenched tightly around her waist. Trying to tighten it even further, he accidentally pulled Tiana towards himself. She blushed as she felt the bulge in his pants press into her.
“Yeah,” she whispered breathlessly trying not to concentrate too much on either source of pressure, “tie it there.” Lew did as she said and then stepped back to marvel at his handiwork. Tiana spun around gracefully and daintily clasped her hands in front of her. “Well,” she smiled, “what do you think?”
“I think,” Lew said when he finally remembered how to speak, “that we should have done this a long time ago!” She giggled at him and playfully brushed his chest with her gloved hands. “Now,” Lew grinned wickedly, “It’s time to add a little distress to this damsel.”
CHAPTER 3: Subjugation
“Wha- what are you doing to me?” Tiana struggled helplessly against the slim yet firm chains that held her ankles and thighs tightly together, her knees pressing into the soft carpet of the studio floor. “Please, Sir,” she pleaded as Lew roughly chained her arms together behind her back.
“Perfect,” Lew laughed and stepped back to take a few more pictures. “That is exactly the type of spirit I’m looking for with this shoot!”
“Yay!” Tiana was suddenly smiling. “It looks like taking those acting classes in college actually paid off. And here I thought I was just fulfilling a bullshit Humanities credit.” She nearly lost her balance as she struggled to turn towards Lew but managed to catch herself at the last moment. “Are the padlocks really necessary, though?”
“Client’s request,” Lew shrugged. “She wanted complete realism. I figured the best way to make it look like you’re really bound was to really bind you.”
“Fair enough,” Tiana assented.
“Now, let’s just slip in the gag. Open wide.” Tiana obediently complied as a small rubber phallus was pushed into her mouth. “Honestly,” Lew said as he buckled the gag beneath Tiana’s wig, “I thought you’d give me a bit more of a fight concerning the cock-gag.”
“Ehmf, fwhatevam,” she said as best she could, “iz nah lhk iz a rhl uhn.”
“You’d be surprised at how close it is,” Lew said nonchalantly as he finished fastening the gag in place and smoothed down Tiana’s hair. He moved in front of her and placed a small satin pillow on the ground. “It may be smaller than some of the ones that I’ve seen in my day, but it almost perfectly replicates the feeling of having a cock in your mouth.” Tiana let her gaze wander as her tongue explored the molded veins and sculpted head. The air vent running through the center allowed her to tightly press her lips to the rubber and she began to lightly suck as she remembered how Callie had just recently done this very act while wearing the these very panties. Tiana’s eyes closed and she imagined herself in Callie’s place. She began to lose herself in feelings of true femininity imagining herself bound helplessly and forced to please her imaginary captor. Slowly she found her head bobbing forward.
“Ahem,” Lew cleared his throat and Tiana instantly snapped to reality, her face flush with both excitement and embarrassment. “Should I give you and the gag some privacy?” he teased. Tiana lowered her eyes and shook her head. “Well, then, let’s get started. lean forward so that your face is resting sideways on the pillow, looking at the camera of course, and with your ass lifted in the air.” A quick nod and Tiana posed as directed. She heard the camera click repeatedly as she wiggled in a desperate attempt to push her knees further beneath her chest.
Time passed to the chorus of rapidly flickering shutters. Occasionally, Lew would stop to give a direction, such as “try to look desperate” or “lower your ass slightly to keep it in frame”, and sometimes he would quietly walk over and position her himself. For the most part, though, Tiana was left to lose herself in her character. She told a story in her mind of how she’d been a shy girl who’d been kidnapped. Instead of ransoming her off, they’d decided to make her their own personal doll. Her lips and tongue furiously worked the tip of the gag as she imagined herself forced to service her tormentors. Each click of the camera became another incriminating photo in this new world, another piece of evidence forcing her to realize her new role as an obedient slut.
Finally, just as Tiana was beginning to lament to herself on the uncomfortable pressure of her own erection against the tightly stretched fabric of her panties, Lew put his camera on the small desk to the side of the room.
“That about does it for the photoshoot,” he said, “though I’d be lying if I said that the fun was over.” He walked behind Tiana and gently caressed her ass. She first relaxed into the pillow and pushed a breathless sigh through the gag before jumping as her illusory world shattered around her. She tried to let out a scream of shock as Lew’s finger slid inside of her panties and began gently massaging her smooth asshole, but the gag ensured that it came out as no more than a muffled squeak. She squirmed and managed to look back to see Lew grinning wickedly as he pressed and rubbed her clenched hole in a soft, circular fashion. “Just relax, Tiana. We’re just going to have a little fun.” She struggled wildly, but Lew had done an expert job of ensuring that she was completely immobile. A chill ran down her spine as he slid her panties down to her thighs.
“You can’t tell me you’ve never thought about what it must be like to have sex as a woman,” Lew continued. “In fact, from the way you were working the gag during the photoshoot, I’d say you were damn near ready to cum in your panties.” Tiana winced as memories of her own fantasies danced around her. She closed her eyes and tried to shut out her imaginary moans. Suddenly, she felt the reassuring presence of two hands placed firmly on her hips. Just as it had happened in her head, she slowly relaxed her buttocks and eased them backwards. “That’s a good girl,” Lew reassured. She had almost completely lost herself in her fantasy again when she suffered another shock. Lew’s fingers dug forcefully into her hips and she felt the wet, spongy sensation of his tongue just beginning to enter her. She tried to pull forward, but Lew’s strength proved too much for her bound form.
“Relax,” he cooed, “you’re definitely not going to want to skip this part. I’ve been told I have an absolutely magical tongue.” He laughed quietly and resumed his licking. Again, Tiana tried to lurch forward. Again, she failed. A third lick came, and this time Tiana eased back. Lew must have sensed her reluctance fading for he doubled his intensity the second he felt her muscles relax. His tongue plunged inside of her and she was suddenly overcome with intense waves of pleasure. Each thrust of Lew’s tongue into her asshole brought her closer and closer to ecstasy. Suddenly, the licking stopped, and Tiana surprised herself by letting out a disappointed whimper.
A fury of emotions swirled through Tiana’s head. She felt betrayed. She felt violated. She felt humiliated. More than anything else though, she felt aroused, not just as the physical sensation she now found herself craving, but at the thought of being sexualized as a woman. For the first time in her entire life, Tiana forgot all thoughts of Christian Perkins. For the first time, she was able to fully embrace her true identity: Tiana Love.
She once again looked back to find Lew smiling. He had undone his pants, and he was stroking his long hard, cock.
“It looks like you’ve decided to have some fun after all, haven’t you?” He laughed and a small droplet of precum dribbled onto the floor. “Are you ready to really be fucked like the woman you are, Tiana?” She demurely nodded and subtly began to sway her hips. “It’s not that simple,” he laughed again. “You don’t get to just come in here and play naughty fuckdoll without a price.” Tiana exaggerated her wiggling to show that she was more than willing to pay any price to fulfill what still felt like a dream to her. “Once I do this, I will own you.” Lew’s tone had turned serious, and his features twisted into a grimace. He leaned forward so that he was close to her ear. “Once I claim you, you are my bitch,” he growled. “Anything I want, anytime I choose,” his hot breath curled on her neck, “Tiana will happily oblige.”
Something in the back of her mind tried to scream that this was wrong, but Tiana didn’t care. She now wanted only one thing, and she knew that it was so close. She knew she only had to do one simple act to finally realize a fantasy that had been part of her far longer that she could even admit to herself.
Tiana closed her eyes and gave a single nod.
CHAPTER 4: Penetration
[Coming Soon]
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