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The advertisement was intriguing to say the least and had captured my
attention for the last several weeks. I was not one to look at the
Craigslist personals, but being bored, there I sat contemplating
answering the captivating advertisement. It stated that he had vast
experience in helping sissies achieve whatever level of femininity so
desired. This could be anything from basic makeup tips, wardrobe
selection to complete transformation. Being a part time crossdresser
with very little confidence in my feminine appearance and virtually no
experience other than dressing at home I found the opportunity to be very
desirable but fraught with danger. Yet I seemed compelled to respond.
Soon I received a reply inquiring about my dressing experiences, my likes
in clothing and the look I chose to obtain. Not wanting to appear too
eager I waited until the following evening to return my responses.
Again. There was an almost immediate response including a small a
questionnaire that I was to complete and return if I wished to pursue
this farther. I completed the brief questions and returned it that
evening. Over the next few days we communicated and I explained that my
basic desire was to just learn more about feminine mannerisms, makeup
application, dressing tips and becoming more feminine in my appearance
although it would only be for my own enjoyment in the privacy of my home.
He had a private office and we agreed to meet there for an evening to
assess my current status and set up a program to provide the desire
results that I wanted.
He had told me that he had facilities available for me to change at his
office so I arrived with clothing and makeup for a complete
transformation. It was after hours so he was alone in his office when I
arrived. After showing me to the bathroom I set about changing into the
outfit he wanted me to wear, a matching white lacy bra and panty set,
garter belt with lace top stockings, a full white slip, a red beaded
short cocktail dress and 6" red stiletto heel sandals. My toenails were
already painted a shade of Revlon Red with a top coat, I followed with
foundation, eye shadow, eyeliner, lip liner and matching red lipstick.
Pulling on my wig and my press on nails I then ventured out into his
office. Exposing myself to another person as Dyanne for the first time I
my life. We talked for hours as he complimented me on various aspects of
my look but critical and corrective in other areas, always stating what
potential he felt that I possessed if I followed his instructions. I
agreed to meet with him once a week after work where I would dress in
various outfits of his choosing. He would teach me and train me in how
to make the look work by proper application of makeup, changes in
mannerisms, voice training, and generally how to feel and act like a
woman. He stressed that these changes would only be noticeable and
prevalent while I was in the feminine role and would never show up while
I was in my male role preserving this anonymity. He inquired as to my
view on hypnotism and how effective it could be in bringing about the
desired traits I was seeking. I had never been through hypnosis, in fact
I was very skeptical of it. He assured me that under hypnosis I would
not succumb or do anything against my nature. In that regard it was
completely safe and could be of tremendous use in achieving my goals so I
agreed to try.
We started out these sessions with me dressing as he required then
meeting in his office. I would sit on a sofa and we would talk about my
appearance with me providing my opinion than he would critique my view
and provide guidance and reinforcement. He would then hypnotize me where
he would suggest and teach me feminine traits and mannerisms. When I was
brought out of the hypnotized state I remembered some of the teaching and
conversation but much of it remained out of my recollection. I always
felt extremely relaxed, even invigorated and extremely happy and pleased
with the session. I was always shocked at how fast the time had passed
as it seemed that I could only remember 45 - 60 minutes of the 4 hours I
spent in the sessions. What I was unaware of, was that while under
hypnosis he was turning me into a cock hungry little slut. He was
bombarding my mind with constant training videos and tapes of how I
wanted, desired and needed cock. That it was my destiny as a true sissy
to love and desire cock. As the sessions progressed he started having me
suck his cock to learn proper techniques and skills that were required of
a sissy like myself. He was able to suppress the natural gag reflex
allowing me to deepthroat his cock "as a proper sissy should." All these
memories were suppressed and I did not recall any of them when awakening
from the hypnotic state. I just recalled the lessons on mannerisms,
makeup, etc. always feeling wonderful and good about myself as Dyanne.
Our sessions were always on Wednesday evening and after the 8th week he
instructed me to arrive the following Friday at 4:00 and plan on spending
the weekend. This would be a more involved and intense session where I
would be in feminine or Dyanne mode for a full weekend. It would be a
test of sorts to see how well I was progressing and if I could keep these
lessons in check for more than a few hours. I tried to object but he
insisted and I found myself extremely excited about the prospect and
finally relented.
On Friday I arrived at his office filled with excitement but extremely
nervous. My suitcase, packed full of the outfits he had requested, in
tow I entered the office building and found myself in somewhat unfamiliar
territory. At the reception desk sat an attractive looking girl who
inquired about my visit. During our previous evening sessions there had
not been anyone at the desk so I just made my way back to Steve's office
unchallenged. I now found myself at a loss for an answer and it must
have looked very strange for me to have a suitcase with me. "I am here
for my 4 o'clock appointment with Mr Jones" I meekly answered. She
looked down at her desk then up at me with a wicked grin, picking up the
phone I hear her state, "Mr. Jones, Dyanne your 4 o'clock appointment has
arrived." I hear his response, "Send her back please." I am told to go
on back and I can almost hear the laughter emanating from her as I walk
into his office. He apologizes for the situation that just occurred but
I don't feel it is sincere. It is in the past and there is nothing that
I can do about it. Besides I do not know her and most like will never
see her again.
I go to the bathroom and start my transformation into the outfit that
Steve has instructed me to ware for the night, it is the same outfit that
I wore on our very first session, the red cocktail dress. As I start my
transformation I notice a note taped to the vanity mirror. It instructs
me to use the adhesive on the counter to attach my breastforms rather
than just inserting them into the bra cups. I am also to use the super
glue to secure my nails rather than the press on tabs. After
transforming I enter his office a seat myself in my usual place on the
sofa. I am nervous and inquisitive about the upcoming weekend but am
told to just relax and everything will be explained in a few moments.
He then comes over sits next to me and in that calming dominant voice
slowly puts me into my hypnotic trance. Once under his control he tells
me, "This is your coming out party as the true sissy slut that you are.
You were born to be this sissy cock loving slut. It was always there and
it just took the right time and the right person to bring it out of you.
This is the time and I was the person that discovered the hidden desires
you secretly harbored all these years. It's like a butterfly emerging
from its cocoon. Your true beauty is to be the sissy that you have
always been but have kept hidden. Now you are showing these desires off
in all their glory. This is your true calling and you will find yourself
enjoying this new persona better than anything in the world. I am going
to introduce you to a friend of mine, whose name in Michael. When you
are introduced your only thought will on how desperately you want to suck
his cock. It will be the most dominant thing on your mind and you will
do anything to get into his pants and be that little cock slut you are.
Food, water, even thinking of new sexy heels or outfits are secondary
desires. All you want is Michaels cock. When I bring you out of this
trance you will not remember this conversation but you will remember
everything that happens over the course of the weekend with extreme
clarity."
I return from my trance to a familiar theme as Steve is complimenting me
on my looks and success is transforming. Always eager to please and have
the compliments directed to me I just sit there enjoying the moment.
Then the intercom beeps and Steve rises to answer it. It's Susan the
receptionist. "There is a man here to see you but he doesn't have an
appointment. He says that you are expecting him. I told him you had
client in your office."
Steve responds, "I am expecting him so send him back. Have the other
tenants left?"
"Yes," she responds. "Then go ahead and start your weekend a little
early on the company payroll and have a good weekend."
"Thanks Mr Jones, I hope you have a fun weekend also," as she giggles
hanging up the phone. Steve announce to nobody in particular, "It's
going to be fun for some," chuckling at his own humor. As he is stating
that, in walks a well- dressed man, obviously the man Susan was referring
to. Steve and this man approach one another both vocal and boisterous,
shaking hands and then hugging. It is very obvious that they are good
friends and most likely longtime friends. Steve then turns to me.
"Dyanne, I'd like you to meet a very good and dear old college friend,
Michael. Michael, this is the girl that I was telling you about,
Dyanne."
"Well Dyanne Steve has told me quite a bit about you, I just hope you are
everything he described." At the mention of Michaels name my brain went
into overload. I was overcome by a desire to run over to this man and
tear his pants of just to get to his cock. I was struggling not to stare
at his crotch. Visions of cock were flashing through e mind, I was
imagining myself undressing him right here in the office. Suddenly I was
brought out of my thought process and back to reality. "Dyanne, be a
good girl and make us all a drink, Michael and I will have Bourbon neat
and get yourself the usual." I rise and walk to a small closet door on
the adjacent wall, opening to a small built in wet bar. I have no idea
that this bar existed yet I instinctively went to it as instructed by
Steve. It was quite obvious to me that I had been there before as I
reached right to the correct glasses and to the bottle of Bourbon pouring
two drinks. Then opening the lower refrigerator, I poured a glass of
wine for myself. I had never drunk wine before.
Delivering the Bourbons to Steve and Michael I then retrieved my wine and
returned to the sofa. They had been lost in conversation and my mind was
occupied with serving the drinks and the question of how I new about the
bar. Now seated again my attention races back to Michael and how much I
want his cock. Once again, my obsessive thoughts are broken by Steve's
voice. "Dyanne, Michael is in town on a very important business
transaction. For a variety of reasons, he was unable to complete
everything during this week and thus will be forced to spend the weekend
here. He has a suite at the Casino and doesn't wish to spend it alone.
He is obviously a great looking successful man who would have no problems
find someone to spend some time with. With the stress of this business
deal he doesn't want additional hassle chasing after women this weekend.
He just wants to find a nice little cock slut to service his wonderful
cock for a few days while he relaxes. Would this be something that
interests a little cock slut like yourself?"
I couldn't believe what he had just asked me. I was dying to get into
this man's pants. Now I am being asked if I would like to. My response
was immediate, "Yes I would love to be his cock slut for the weekend."
Steve looks at me shaking his head. "Dyanne you are going to have to ask
Michael not me if you want to be his cock slut." I looked at Michael who
stood there leaning against Steve's desk. Drink in hand his manhood
showing through his suit pants and a smile on his face. I felt so slutty
but loving every second of it I asked, "Michael would you allow me to
spend the weekend sucking your cock?" With that he sat his drink down on
the desk and looked at me. "Why don't you come over here get on your
knees and ask me like you really want to be my slut. I need to see the
real desire and lust in our eyes and if I think you are the true slut
Steve thinks you are then I'll let you audition for me."
I uncrossed my legs stood wearily on my towering stilettos and minced
over knelt down before. His cock was right in front of me and I wanted
it so badly but I didn't want to disappoint him so I did as he
instructed. Looking up into his eyes I tried my hardest to look the sexy
cock hungry slut, my eyes begging for him to say yes. "Michael I really
would love to be your weekend cock slut and if you choose me I promise to
pleasure you anytime you please. I will be there at your beck and call."
Looking down at me and I am sure he is thinking what a slut he has at his
feet or at least I was hoping he was. Then I hear the words that I have
been waiting for, "Well slut lets see if you are any good or just a want
to be."
My hands went to his cock which was now struggling against the fabric of
his suit pants. Quickly his zipper came down, followed quickly by his
belt. I would have much rather savored this moment but I was overcome by
the strong urge to get my lips around his cock. He then moved away from
the desk allowing his pants to drop to the floor. Milliseconds later his
boxers followed, my hands engulfing his cock I slid down wrapping my lips
around his shaft sliding it deeply into my mouth. What a wonderful
feeling his cock sliding in and out of my lips. Trying to get moisture
onto his cock I find Steve handing me a bottle that I once again knew
what it contained. Lubricating his cock, it slid deep into my throat
allowing me to take all of it down my throat. I had no idea that I would
be able to do that and it was quite evident that this was not my first
time. I was loving every second of this as he throat fucked me suddenly
erupting deep in my throat. As he pulled his cock from my lips he looked
at Steve. "You weren't lying, you've created a true cock slut." Looking
up at him I asked, "Did I pass the audition?"
"Yes you did my dear and you are just getting started."
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