Well it isn't our dignity, that is for sure.

Jason’s eyes lit up as he saw the scantily clad DJ emerge from the door. He was a bit surprised at the short hair, but after taking in the whole package he found he appreciated it. “Guess it worked huh?”

DJ felt control of his body slap back into place as Jason’s words hit him. Stepping carefully down the steps to get closer to Jason, the feminized man raised his eyes to look up into Jason’s. “What worked? Did you do this?”

Jason grinned as he walked closer. “Oh yeah. I’ve always wanted my own little **** sissy girl.” Moving into DJ’s personal space, Jason reached around behind him and slipped a hand under his skirt to massage DJ’s plump bare ass. “Honestly, this is so much better than any of your sister’s going as my date. Now I get to watch you squirm all day.”

DJ was squirming. He wanted nothing more than to slug his friend in his face. Sadly the only thing his long nailed hands did was rest on Jason’s chest. DJ’s face grew red as the feeling of Jason’s calloused hand on his bare ass cheek sent shivers of desire through his body. Something in the way that the much larger man gripped him, the way Jason had stepped up and insisted himself up DJ was triggering something that DJ hadn’t even known existed.

DJ’s brain fought, a small voice in the back screaming to remind him that it didn’t exist, that this was all the mind control imposed on him by PK, or maybe by Jason. His eyes turned hard as he stared up in defiance at the man assaulting him. Spitting words through gritted teeth, DJ rallied himself against their control. “Let. Me. Go.”

“The lapdance is better when the stripper is crying, and the sissy is cuter when she fights back. Just how life is.” Instead of releasing DJ, Jason brought his other hand up to cup his friend’s chin. His thumb slipped up and pushed between DJ’s plump pink lips. DJ’s clenched jaw slowly released as he lost control over himself again. The digit slipped into his mouth and his tongue slithered along it. DJ could feel his bee stung lips seal around the thumb as he began to suck on it gently. “Good girl.”

DJ almost moaned as those two words hit his ears. His cock, limp before suddenly began to rise. The tiny white lace thong did nothing to trap it. Jason stared into DJ’s hate filled eyes as he watched his friend fellate his hand. “Well, enough of that. I think I can find better things for you to suck on later. Now, a few rules. One, I am your Daddy. You will refer to me as such. Two, if I give you an order you don’t back talk, you don’t think about it, you just do as you are told. Three, failure to comply with the first order or the second will result in punishments. Trust me, you won’t like those.”

Jason’s thumb left DJ’s hungry mouth with a pop as he stepped back and put some separation between the two men. “Now, since you have already backtalked me and certainly did not comply with my orders instantly, I think we should show you the first of your punishments now.” Pulling out a box, DJ could just make out the word Lovense at the top of the white box before Jason was ripping it open and pulling something out of it.

While the box had been unambiguous, the black object that Jason pulled out of it was not. Holding it out towards DJ, Jason smiled and just waited. He didn’t have to wait long before PK took over DJ’s body and reached out to grab the anal plug. With the plug out of his hand, Jason reached into his pocket and pulled out his phone. He pointed and DJ and spoke. DJ heard his own voice speak out. “Hi! My name is DJ and I am Jason’s sissy slut! Don’t my sister’s slutty clothes look amazing on me? Now, watch me put this plug in.”

DJ realized what was going on instantly and did everything he could to fight against PK’s powers. It seemed the entity was following some script that Jason had planned out. Unable to stop himself, he felt like a passenger as he felt his body pull out a bottle of lube and apply a liberal amount to the plug. His body turned to show his back to the improv camera man. Bending over with his hips, his body looked back over its shoulder at Jason. “Thank you for your present Daddy!” His long nailed hands deftly removed the thong from his crack, pulling it to the side.

The feeling of his lubed up plug pressing between his cheeks and against his hole almost gave DJ the strength to stop PK as his mind roared its defiance. A giggle erupted from PK after DJ’s body froze for a moment before he felt the plug begin to slide home. DJ’s pink lips opened and his tongue lolled out as his eyes crossed in the classic ahegao face. A moan spilled from him as it popped into place, his anus closing around it and sealing the bulbous end within him. Pulling his panties back into place and standing up, PK finally released its control over his body.

Jason grinned as he canceled the recording and dropped his phone into his pocket. “That should be enough **** to get this party started. Imagine your Mommy seeing that…” DJ’s breath caught in his throat as he pictured his mother’s face at her only son shoving an anal toy inside of himself in clear view of his front door.

“Please, no. Jason-” DJ froze as he saw the angry cloud drop over Jason’s face.

“What did I tell you to call me?”

DJ’s eyes squeezed shut as he **** the word out. “I’m sorry,..Daddy.” The word was barely better than a whisper.

Nodding, Jason reached into his backpack and pulled something else out of it. “10 minutes in and you are already on your second punishment. I’d be more careful if I was you sissy.” Holding up a black leather collar, Jason held it out towards DJ. “Put this on.” DJ stared at the silver letter and leash that were attached to the collar.

Afraid of any further repercussions DJ took the collar and wrapped it around his slender neck. His hands shook violently as he fumbled with the buckle in the back. As the collar settled around his neck, Jason spoke up again. “Thank me for it.”

DJ chewed his lip before finally speaking up. “Thank you for my collar, Daddy.” Again the words were quiet, almost as if DJ didn’t want to hear himself say it.

Jason nodded once before shouldering his still very full looking backpack and walking off towards school. As the leash pulled taut, DJ was almost yanked off of his heels before he figured out he was supposed to follow and almost ran to catch up. Jason’s long legs devoured the distance as DJ did his best to mince along behind, his breasts and ass bouncing in time to the rhythm of the jingling chain.