Feminized by Hypnosis

 Feminized by Hypnosis


Hello my beautiful mistress. I hope you’re doing fine. The last time we spoke you chose not to do a session with me, but promised the next session would be the best one ever. It’s hard for me to understand how I’m to be during these sessions because I feel like I’m chasing a trance. Yet that is what I’m doing. I’ve found being feminized by hypnosis under the control of a beautiful dominant woman to be the greatest turn on I’ve ever experienced and I believe I became this way by looking at your website. I don’t know if you’re ever go answer my call again but I can’t resist the idea of you turning me into a complete sissy whore panty slut who swallows other men’s cocks while under your complete control. Since reading your website I’ve loved wearing pretty panties under my clothing and fantasize about wearing thigh high stockings and high heels while being fucked by a real man who would never dream of such things. I dream of being given to a man or being whored out to different men by you all while you watch me sink into the ultimate degradation of absolutely no return. It feels so good to me to be addressed by you as your whore, your sissy faggot whore. Even now I can feel myself sinking as I think of the possibility of you ordering me to dress like a woman and go meet a man you tell me to meet to suck his big beautiful delicious cock or get fucked in my ass by. I wait as I sink ever further into this world of femdom you have opened me up to.


Call Mistress Alexa (888-411-1230) and ask to be Feminized by Hypnosis!

Fantastic Transformation!


Please accept my gratitude for your most excellent fantastic transformation – ever!

Well, I mean to say: as far as my poor old memory goes back (how long have we been doing this?) that was the best. Your performance was golden; you should win an academy award.

Honestly, though, that was exceptional! You really did it (and it did it to me)! You brought all the elements I had suggested into the mix and added some wonderful twists. Wonderful. That may have been the most wicked and warped you’ve ever been with me – and I really feel honoured and extremely fortunate to have taken it in!

I would wonder – and worry – that you may get tired or bored with so much of the same old sissy stuff, call after call. I hope not. I hope to be able to call you – repeatedly, and asking for “more of the same” – for a long time to come.



Amanda’s Adult Store Fantasy

Hello, Alexa:

I am having my adult store fantasy again. I hope we can do it for real soon.

I’d start by calling you and making sure that we could make a day of it. I’d start at home, and call you and start preparing myself. I’d take a warm bath with some girly scented bath oil. And then I’d call you as I gave myself an enema to make sure I am squeaky clean for the time to come. I’d get dressed and you’d tell me to wear a pink shirt and give myself a hint of perfume before setting out.

I’d get to the store and I’d be very nervous. I’d be texting you on the phone to tell you I was there. When I entered the store, I’d make my way over to the lingerie section. A salesgirl would come up to me. Unlike the last time I was there, I can see that she was sharing some knowing looks with some of the other salesgirls. She’d look me straight in the face and ask me, “can I help you?”

I’d look down and mumble something like I was just browsing. She’d step a little closer and say, what’s your name? I’d say my man’s name. She’s say, “no, I mean you are Amanda, right?”

I’d be stunned, even though this was unexpected. That means that you had called the store and let them know I was coming and my fantasy name. I don’t know at this point if you had told the whole name.

I’d be blushing and say, “yes.” She’d giggle and share more winks with her friends. She’s day, “Alexa said you would be here and I’m going to make sure you get what she wants you to have. Looks like you are in for quite a night.” Then she’d tell me to call you, which I would. I’d call and tell you I was here and what next. You would tell me it is time to buy some frilly lingerie and to hand the phone to the salesgirl.

At this point, she would be very nice and be chatting with you, looking over the rack and choosing a whole intimate outfit. She’d hold items up to me to see how they might look. She’d tell you she was getting me a nice teddy, maybe a corset, a bra, all matching course. She’d check with me to make me say things, like–you need stockings now, right? And a garter belt, right? And I would have to respond to this stranger that I wanted these things.

Then she’d say, “It’s time to get some panties.” And then shed choose some to go with the other lingerie and get a few more pairs “to wear under my male clothes.”

But the embarrassment was just beginning. Then she’d say, “its time to get some toys–follow me to the anal section, Amanda.” And she wouldn’t say it to quietly. We’d look at some of the butt plugs and other toys. She’d still be talking to you and say, “Alexa said you already liked one of our big cock vibrators–show me which one.” I’d be embarrassed and show her the one that I took before. She’s say, “wow, Alexa said you took this whole thing in your ass, is that right?” And I’d have to admit it was. So she’d pick it off the rack and put it in my basket. Then she’d say, “Alexa says you like a smaller warmup vibrator, is that right?” and she’d pick a nice pink one out for me. Then she’d tell me that you told her I needed to take something even bigger to “stretch me out”, so she’d pull an even bigger lifelike dildo off the shelf–a full 9 or 10 inch realistic looking black cock dildo. “You like these black cocks, don’t you?”

Then she’d pick out at butt plug and tell me that you told her to get that, too.

Finally she would take me to pick up nipple clips and a few other things. Then she’d say, “do you need some lube?” and I’d say yes. We’d go over to the lube rack and things would get even more embarrassing. “what do you need it for?” she’d ask. “I need it for the vibrators.” “Is it for you or someone else?” (she knew the answer, but was making me say it). “For me.” She’d direct me to her recommended lube for sissies who fuck themselves with dildos. I’d think I was done, but she’d say, “don’t you need some more?” I’d be confused. She’d say, “don’t you need some to jack your little dick?” Mortified again, I’d admit that I do. “Of course you do. Now tell me what you need it for.”

“I need it to stroke my little dick.” “And what is your full name?” “Amanda Littlecock.” “That’s right, Amanda, you little sissy. All the girls here know your name. We all drew straws to see who would get to help you and I won. So come over here with me.” She led me to a darker corner of the store and a couple of the other salesgirls came over. “Show me your little dick, Amanda Littlecock.”

I wouldn’t know what else to do but obey, so I’d unzip my fly and pull out my cock, which had been hard the whole time. All the girls would giggle at it. One would take a photo. “I’m sending it to Alexa. She said she wanted to see how small it was. You are doing the right thing dressing in this lingerie and fucking yourself, because that little thing isn’t a real man’s cock. Put it away so I can stop laughing, little bitch.”

“OK, Amanda. One last thing. I’m going to keep your things here in this basket, but you take this lube, this butt plug, and these panties and go into the bathroom. Make sure your little dick is hard when you come out, because I don’t want you to jack off when you are in there. When you come out, you will have the plug in and panties on and your nasty man underwear in your hand. I’ll keep your phone to tell Alexa how it is going. Meet me at checkout.”

I’d be like in a fog. I’d go into the bathroom and do as she said. I’d be sorely tempted to whack off, but I wouldn’t want to risk the session I know was coming with Alexa when I got home. I’d pushed the plug in and felt that lovely full feeling, and I slipped the panties on. I pulled my pants back up, looked at myself in the mirror to fix my hair, and went out to the checkout as instructed.

When I got there, another salesgirl was there with her. She’d point to the trashcan and say, “throw your old underwear in there. Those are only for men.” Then we’d go through the long process of testing the vibrators, buying batteries, etc. I’d have to touch every vibrator as it buzzed and confirm that I’d like that. All the while, she’d keep up the chatter. “I really like this one–it makes me come. I think you’ll like it in you, too. Did you really take this one all the way in? You must like stretching your ass. Amanda Littlecock–that’s really cute. My friend here said you have a little sissy dick–is that right? Let me see the bulge–is it hard now? I can hardly see it, but I see the little mound.” People in line around me were giggling.

Finally, they gave me the phone back and you’d tell me to head back to my car and call me. The salesgirl I spend the most time with would walk me out. “Have a great time with those toys, Amanda. You will look adorable in all that sissy lingerie.” As I’d leave the store, she would give me a hard slap on the butt to jostle the plug–“have a nice ride home. By the way, that pink shirt is just right for you.”

Plugged, perfumed, humiliated, and shaking with excitement, I’d sit in my car, wiggling on the plug. I’d call you and tell you I was ready. You’d say, “Let’s go to what’s next.”


Anyway, that’s what I’m thinking about. Looking forward to talking to you next time.


A floating island near Silicon Valley where US laws don’t apply….

Imagine a floating island anchored opposite Silicon Valley’s Half Moon Bay, outside the 12-mile “contiguous zone” where U.S. (and California) laws would not apply, but rather, a community which would be governed by “international commercial arbitration mechanisms based on the historical precedents set forth by lex mercatoria” (medieval Europe’s “merchant law”)?  

Read about it on AVN: Meet Blueseed, the brainchild of Paypal co-founder Peter Thiel and former Google engineer Patri Friedman, who envision their project as “a comfortable and inspiring environment enriched by international experiences and lifestyles,” whose “first vessel” will be populated by about 1,500 inhabitants who can live, work and play on the floating manmade island—and who knows better about play than some members of the adult entertainment community?

I want to curl at your feet and kiss your shoe, your boots.

I want to curl at your feet and kiss your shoe, your boots.

Hello my sweet Mistress,
I hope you are doing well when you receive this. I can’t tell you how happy it has made me to see your reply. It’s like I’m transformed into a happy feminine little slut at the site of your response. I’m so exited to see you posted my email on Sissyphone. My heart dropped at the thought of my name being posted but I must say, there is something to giving up power and control to a strong beautiful woman and the thought of you putting my name on it made me weak in my knees. I want to give up total control to you my Mistress. I want it to be known I’m your whore. My clitty has swollen up again. I don’t think I even get hard for sex anymore. Nothing matches you and the control you have over me. I know this is fantasy, but I long so much to be your property. The line between reality and fantasy is such a blur right now. Please humiliate me. I want to curl at your feet and kiss your shoe, your boots. I need you to slap me st gain control of my sissy ass. I want you to grab me by my hair and force my face into a huge beautiful delicious fat cock. Force me to slurp up his wonderful cum. I love you Mistress. Take me.

Deliciously thrilling dressing up in something much more frilly

Oh, my!!
How deliciously thrilling it was to have received two messages with feminizing instructions from you.
I just arrived back at my apartment and had to check my emails for a piece of
business when I saw your name appear, not once but twice.
Of course, I immediately opened your messages first . I became flushed
throughout my face and body and had this strange urge to change into something
much more frilly and don the heels with which I have been traversing the apartment
recently, as per your “suggestion”. Much more comfortable now in softer attire, I have come back to pen this note. Today I was within the constriction of day clothes, consisting of a black,low-neckline frilly blouse, tight black slacks,black lacy bra and panties,because I was dealing with men and wanted to insure that they would be eager to accommodate me. I am now listening to the alluring voice, subtle teasing and mesmerizing aura of a short, black with pink piping, chiffon nightie, panties and heels.
I would have preferred not to wear the panties but the nightie doesn’t quite cover well enough under me when I sit at the computer.
I am not bringing this all up in some pathetic attempt to impress you, but because I wish to let you know that your advice was well taken. You had told me that wearing
much more sensuous, feminine attire at home would make me feel much more womanly, alluring and alive. So far, this advice has had that exact effect.
Considerably more surprising, wearing the heels has dramatically improved my balance, posture and poise. After just a few days, I am still a bit awkward, but I see daily improvement and am confident that soon I will be totally comfortable, having internalized a much better sense of feminine deportment…..sort of a short course in one aspect of a finishing school curriculum . I expect that the new thrill of it all will
wane, and that is how it should be, but for right now I love riding the high. It is wonderful incentive.

Now, as to the story, it is the one on page 24 from your site. Of course, I had to mentally adapt it to my being a female student. The allure? Your voice, soft but incisive, making me focus on your sensuous/sexual presence.You are making me aware of my interest as well as your awareness of my “predicament”. You cause me to admit verbally that I am totally entranced by you. (I swear I can even smell your perfumed scent). Then there is the overall beauty of being able to completely abandon any feelings of resistance, knowing I am protected and safe to live totally in the moment.
Your verbalizing of it all is quite necessary to the overall feeling of being encompassed by the situation, being in a warm, delightful womb, in a way.

Coming back to the realities of life, it is a good thing I put on the panties….moisture, you know. Sigh.
Other stories that have affected me are portions of many stories in Sandy Thomas books. Specifically, I am attracted to the being guided by a strong, knowing mother, aunt, or other older woman into a life of femininity. Where these stories fail me comes
in the “what next” department. When the cocoon is shed, the butterfly usually ends up in a relationship with a man. As you know, my preference would be to do my fluttering about a strong, sensuous woman.

One last thing from our phone conversation that I have not yet addressed is the feminizing of my apartment.That is in my mind and will get accomplished in due course as I become more comfortable in these new surroundings.

Thank you ever so much, once again, for the messages. I would be delighted to receive more (she says hopefully).

Peace, Love, Joy, and good health,