SISSY DANI PART 2

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SISSY DANI PART 2CHAPTER 2Some six months after Mistress Jennifer first imposed the “sissyDani” persona on me through post-hypnotic suggestion, our liveshad settled into a routine. Most of the week was quitenormal–only Jennifer’s insistence that I wear a corset andbaby-dolls to bed indicated the hold she had over me. Naturally,I complied, since she could always threaten to permanently impose”sissy Dani” on my mind. Weekends, however, were generally spentin my transformed bondage. Perhaps a description of one suchperiod will demonstrate the nature of our relationship.I arrived home from work Friday night and was met by MistressJennifer at the door, dressed in her most dominant clothes–blackleather bustier, knee-length black leather hobble skirt, blackstockings, and six-inch heels. She kissed me tenderly andwhispered “Pretty sissy Dani.” Once again, as it had countlesstimes over the past half-year, my personality shifted. I was nolonger Daniel, the confident journalist, but now Dani, thesweetly submissive male lesbian. As I had been taught, I droppedmy gaze and held out my arms, wrists touching. “Transform me,Mistress,” I pleaded. “Bind me into your service as sissy Dani.”Jennifer smiled the wicked smile I had grown to fear yet love.”At once, sissy Dani. I have a very special weekend planned forus.”Producing a collar and leash, she bound me to her and led me tosissy Dani’s transformation room. Seating me before the vanity,she told me to begin my change. First came the makeup–eyeshadow,mascara, bright red lipstick and, of course, the blush that gaveme the look of constant embarrassment that Mistress Jennifer soenjoyed. She even powdered my breasts, then shadowed my”cleavage” and rouged my nipples, making my otherwise flat chestlook quite girlish. She next combed out my hair into theflattering blonde pageboy her friend Mistress Margaret hadcreated when Dani was first “revealed.”Next came the clothes. Jennifer had already laid out the outfit Iwas to wear for the evening. It consisted of a low-cut red satinblouse (though I had little in the way of natural cleavage,Mistress Jennifer still preferred me to dress in this artemisbet yeni giriş sexy mannerat times), a tight black leather miniskirt (with the hem fullysix inches above my knees), a knee- length black leather cape,with red satin lining, and red patent-leather pumps, withtowering 6-1/2-inch heels. All this was worn over black lingerie,including a lightly-padded bra, satin panties, garter belt andsheer black stockings.Sissy Dani (I had, in my lucid moments as Daniel, come to thinkof her as a separate person) revelled in these sexy, feminineclothes, creating a sexual rush that thickened and hardened mycock. Mistress Jennifer smiled and brushed her hand across theobvious bulge under my skirt. “We’ll get to that later, sissyDani,” she whispered. “Now calm down.”Now Jennifer placed the gold bracelets with the secret locks onmy wrists, the matching gold ankle bracelets on my legs and,finally, the gold collar with the visible lock around my neck.Then she took my wrists in her hands and brought them togetherbehind my back. SNAP! The bracelets became handcuffs, effectivelybinding my hands behind me, hidden beneath the cape.Next, she clipped the leash again to my collar and led me out tothe street. Submissively (sissy Dani could act no other way), Ifollowed. As we reached the sidewalk, she snapped her fingersbefore my face. That was the signal–sissy Dani disappeared andDaniel came back to life. I stumbled in the towering heels as Icame to my senses. As usual, I knew everything Mistress Jenniferhad done to me and I was thoroughly humiliated to be bound andcross-dressed in public–although certainly no passer-by wouldguess that the blonde vision in red-and- black was not female.”Where are we going now?” I asked. She smiled the secret smile Ihad come to fear–it always meant humiliation for me. “One of mydearest dominant friends is having a little party. She asked meto bring sissy Dani to demonstrate my ‘training methods,'”Mistress Jennifer replied. “Her name is Mistress Susan–andyou will obey her, and any other dominant woman at the party, asyou would me. You know the consequences. “I certainly did. artemisbet giriş Theconsequences were to live the rest of my life as sissy Dani. I wasconstantly afraid she would carry through on that threat–andsecretly desiring it as well. The more time I spent as sissy Dani,or in “her` clothes, the more Igrew to enjoy it. I dared not tell Mistress Jennifer…she wouldonly try to find a new way to humiliate me. Fortunately theparty house was only a few blocks away, so there was littlechance for me to be seen by any neighbors. When we reached thedoor, it was opened by Mistress Susan. At that moment, Jenniferwhipped off my cape, exposing my bondage to her sister dominantand all the other party-goers. She announced to the group,”Hello, everyone, this is PRETTY SISSY DANI!”With those words, Dani reasserted herself. I blushed (prettily,I’m sure) at my exposure. As I had often been instructed, Idropped to my knees and placed my lips on the toes of MistressSusan’s white patent leather boots. “Thank you for permitting meto serve you and all the other women here, Mistress Susan,” Isaid. The lovely blonde dominant, dressed all in white leather,took my hand and raised me back to my feet. “You’re quitewelcome, sissy Dani. Come meet my other guests.”The room was filled with dominant women, each attended by one ormore submissives. All of the submissives were cross-dressed men,in varying states of attire. Several were completely outfitted asFrench maids, with short, petticoated, black-satin mini-dresses,black silk hose and high, black-patent leather shoes. Others weredone-up as little girls–in pink or white satin party dresses,bare legs, frilly white socks and Mary-Janes. Still others worenothing but corsets or waist- cinchers with nylons and heels.These were usually also in mild bondage of one sort or another.The one exception was a boy of about 16, who was completely nakedand bound to a chair in the middle of the room. I assumed he hadbeen d**gged in some way, because he was relaxed and apparentlysleeping. Susan led Jennifer and me over to the bound young man.”Dani, this is my little brother Tommy. He is about artemisbet güvenilirmi to becomeyour sister in spirit–thanks to your lovely Mistress.I was shocked (even as Sissy Dani) to realize that MistressJennifer was aiding her friend in enslaving one soyoung–especially the dominant’s brother. The various dominantsin the room gathered around as Susan and Jennifer began to dressthe drowsing boy in feminine clothes. Apparently the plan was toestablish the soon-to-be “Tammy” as a sort of teen-age tease. Hewas dressed in frilly pink panties, a generously padded bra(making him at least a 35C), matching garter belt, sheer hose, atight pink sweater, pink mini-skirt (fully as short as my own),pink ankle sox with lace at the cuffs, and pink patent-leatherpumps with four-inch heels.Once he was dressed, the assembled dominants made up his face:pale blue eyeshadow, long false lashes, a becoming blush and deepred lipstick. They topped it off with a curly, shoulder-lengthauburn wig. Now, at Mistress Jennifer’s direction, one of the”maids” brought over a full-length mirror and an amplifier setup, with microphone and headphones. The headphones were placedover “Tammy’s” ears, the microphone given to Jennifer, while thenewly cross-dressed boy was brought to his feet before themirror. “Open your eyes, Tommy,” Jennifer spoke into the mike.”This is the new you: You ur name is Tammy. You have two goals inlife–to serve your Mistress Susan, and to use your femininewiles to lure other teenage boys like yourself into our clutches,to be feminized and dominated for the enjoyment of these women.”Naturally, you you urself are much turned-on by this look. Youwant to look just as pretty and sexy as you can. You gloryin the attention–at the same time realizing the humiliation ofyour position as a toy and sex-lure for your Mistress’spurposes.”Remember, that any time your Mistress wishes to giveyou instructions, she must only direct you to gaze upon yourselfin a mirror, with the words, ‘Pose for me, Teasing Tammy.’ “Now,close your eyes and sleep until I awaken you with the words, ‘Wakeup, Teasing Tammy.'”The newly renamed boy-girl sat quietly as theeven the assembled dominants gasped at the boldness of Jenniferand Susan’s scheme. They planned not only to enslave thefeminized Tommy, but to use him to recruit other unsuspectinglads to their arms. Sissy Dani and Teasing Tammy would soon havemany “little sisters,` it seemed.

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