A woman’s face appears

Any train of thought you had disappears, as a woman’s face appears on the monitor. Though you don’t recognize her at all, in some part of your mind she seems extremely familiar. She is an older white woman, somewhere between her late thirties and mid forties. Her hair is extremely short and died a fierce red, which matches her bright lips. Her face is extremely angular, with high sharp cheekbones accented by her bright green eyes. Her long slender neck flows into her pale shoulders, with a low cutting latex top that cuts below what the camera shows. The woman smiles with such a predatory gaze a shiver shoots up your spine.

“Hello Samantha... or should I say Sam? I hope you have enjoyed my work. You certainly took to it fast enough.” Her voice echos in the back of your mind, and you get the strongest feeling of de ja vu.

‘This woman must be responsible for all of this!’ You mind clicks. You rationalize she must have **** you somehow and dressed you, even as you know that thought feels wrong. “Who are you? What did you do to me... Mistress?” You shake your head, not sure why the hell you would call your mistress mistress. Wait, she isn’t your mistress! What the hell is happening?

When she speaks, your mind instantly calms itself and you fully focus on her words. “I am Mistress Doribell, my dear little Sam. You visited one of my websites, and instantly fell into my hypnotic web. All I have done is implant some suggestions... everything else that has happened to you you have done yourself, with eagerness I might add. It has been quite entertaining watching you dance to my tune, and even more so your embarrassment now that you are aware again.”

This isn’t possible, you couldn’t have willingly done this to yourself! How the hell did you get here? How did your cock get locked in a chastity cage? Why wouldn’t you dress yourself in pretty clothes to look pretty for your mistress? You pause your thoughts, as the last thought fills you with dread...

As if to drive the point home, the monitor splits into two screens. The left shows Mistress Doribell, the right shows a video of you in your bedroom. It is from the webcam in your room, as you sit in front looking at the monitor. You hear yourself repeat the phrase “My name is Samantha, and I am my Mistresses good little sissy!” After each time the video you says it, they blow a kiss to the screen.

You gulp hard... ok this is proof you were hypnotized, but not how you got dressed like this or how you got here. As if to answer your question, a video montage begins. You don’t know just how long this was over, but it had to be atleast a month if not more. The series of videos is a mixture from your webcam and from public places. In your webcam you see yourself start to apply makeup and dress more and more feminine each day. You see the progress, as at first it looks amaturess, but soon you begin to look like an actual woman, if just dressed overly cute and girlish. By the end you don’t even recognize your own face, as the makeup skills have transformed your looks completely. The non webcam videos are more disturbing, though. It shows you selling away old possessions, along with you entering various feminine and fetish stores to purchase utterly embarrassing items. The final video shows you entering the room you are in now, already wearing the dress, makeup, and heavily curled blonde wig. You see yourself grab the chastity device from on top of the bed, and lock it on yourself. You then watch yourself lay on the bed, and awaken.

You are totally stunned. Despite the overwhelming evidence, you don’t want to admit it! “Why mistress? (You can’t help yourself but to address her as such) Why did you do this to me?”

She cackles, saying “Oh don’t you see Samantha? You have done this to yourself! No matter how good at hypnotism I am, it will have no effect unless at least a small part of you wants it. And Samantha... you certainly wanted this, even though you refuse to allow yourself to admit it. So I simply prepped you, implanted the suggestions and had your subconscious take over to set you up properly, before I let your conscious self wake up. Now you have two options, and whichever choice you make is totally up to you my dear. You can resist, resist your programming, resist your inner desires, and try to leave and live a normal life. Or you can admit who you really are, and ‘embrace yourself’”

At the words ‘embrace yourself’, you feel a wave of heat flow through your body. An utterly strong sexual desire, and the need for release.

This just doesn’t seem fair! You know your mistress (even in your thoughts you can’t help but call her that) must have tricked you somehow. You couldn’t have wanted this! And yet, with just two words you can’t control yourself as your hands are frantically feeling up your own body in pent up sexual frustration...