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Author's Note: A woman emailed and asked me to write this story as part of an anniversary gift for her husband. They have some kinky sissy hypnosis fantasies that they wanted to have me explore in story form. It's posted here with her permission. Hopefully it will give them something to think about--I know I certainly enjoyed writing the story for them. Happy anniversary CJ & KD! xoxox - Sissy Michelle aka Emshoninque The Double Date Carley was mad at me. Again. I didn't quite know what I had done to piss her off this time, but we drove back home from the show in silence. Our best friends, Peter and Jill sat quietly in the backseat, obviously trying not to get in the middle of whatever was going on between us. The silence was oppressive. My wife drove the car, her eyes never moving from the road in front of us. I just sat there with my head down. I'm not kidding when I said that I didn't know what I had done, but it was obviously something major. That's nothing new. I'm an idiot. Especially when I drink too much. Carley had called me at work to say that that she wanted to go out with our friends that night. I was hoping to have a quiet night in front of the TV, but Carley had won tickets to some magic show. It sounded like a drag, but it was free. Plus, we'd been fighting lately, so I gave in and agreed to go. You know what they say: Happy Wife, Happy Life. It was a private event at a club I had never heard of before. Carley and Jill were greeted by the manager and we were escorted to a nice booth down front. A hot little red-haired waitress came to take our drink orders--some fancy-schmancy wine for the ladies and a couple of highballs for Peter and me. The waitress came back with the drinks and batted her eyes as she informed us that as part of the prize, the drinks were on the house. A hot-to-trot waitress and free booze? Okay, so maybe the night wouldn't be a total loss after all. I ordered some shots and told our sexy little waitress, to "keep 'em coming." Oh, crap. I think that somewhere around my fifth drink I slapped the waitress' ass. I didn't really mean anything by it, but I'm sure that Carley had seen me. No wonder she was angry. Look, I freely admit that I'm an idiot when I drink. It's not much of a secret. Carley knew this when she dragged me out for a night of boring entertainment and free drinks. What the hell did she expect? I hope that I didn't do anything worse than a little grab ass. Maybe I did--I don't exactly remember much from the evening. Peter was pretty wasted as well, so he probably wouldn't be much help at reconstructing the events of the evening. I do remember thinking that some of the other people in the club were looking at us funny as we left. We drove home in silence. Carley whispered something to Jill as she dropped our friends off at their house. The two women stared daggers at me and I knew that I needed to do something big to apologize for whatever I'd done. We got home and Carley marched straight to our bedroom. I was still a little groggy, but I noticed that the dishes were in the sink. Carley always complained about me never helping out around the house. I figured that maybe I could start to make it up to her if I did the dishes. I was just going to throw them in the dishwasher, but I was suddenly struck with the idea that she'd appreciate my actions more if I did the dishes by hand. I decided to put in a little elbow grease to prove to my wife that I loved her. I grabbed the apron that was hanging behind the door and put it on. That sexy little apron! My mind flashed back to the days when we were newly married. I remember coming home one day to find my blushing bride prancing around the house, wearing nothing but her pearls, this apron and her high heels. Printed across the front of the apron is the phrase, "A woman's work is never done." Before that night, I thought it was referring to housework. Carley showed me some other "work" that she was willing for do. I lay on the couch, slowly stroking my cock as I watched my wife as she dusted and vacuumed and bounced around the room. She teased me for a while and then a mischievous look spread across her face. She "accidentally dropped a cleaning rag between my legs and then got down on her knees to retrieve it. Thus began one of the best blowjobs of my life. I was already horny from watching my sexy wife, so she only had to bob up and down on my cock a few times before I exploded in her mouth. I probably should have warned her before I came. She gagged and snorted some of my cum out of her nose. God, that was a sight I'll never forget. I could tell that Carley was a little pissed (I guess some things never change) but she gathered herself and swallowed everything down like a good little slutty-wifey. "A woman's work is never done." Indeed. I must have still been a little drunk because I went on autopilot as I reminisced about that cleaning day with my wife. Suddenly I came to and realized that while I was lost in my erotic memories, I had done the dishes, swept up the dining room and was in the process of getting out the vacuum. I had an idea. I had loved watching Carley do the housework naked all those years ago. It was time to return the favor. I stripped out of my clothes, folding them neatly at the side of the room. I put on the apron and noticed that it was jutting out obscenely because I was so worked up thinking about my wife. I did a little twirl in the mirror, but was disappointed by what I saw. There was no way I could measure up to Carley. She is a truly beautiful woman, while I'm just some hairy old ape. My hairy ass bugged me--I know Carley hated it as well. Biting the bullet, I went to the bathroom. Carley keeps some Nair in the cabinet, so I decided to do a little manscaping in order to impress my wife. I did my upper back at the same time, and while I was waiting for the Nair to work, I took a razor and shaved all the hair off my chest. I hopped in the shower and couldn't stop myself from running my hands over the newly-shaved parts of my body. God, my nipples were getting as hard as my cock! My ass, in particular, felt amazing. I rans my hands over my soaped-up cheeks until the hot water ran out. It was showtime. I toweled off and went to the living room to get dressed. The apron was still tented in front, but it looked sexy as hell on me. Carley was going to love it. I turned on the vacuum. Carley came down stairs telling me to, "Be quiet, as it was past midnight." She stopped and laughed when she saw what I was wearing. Adopting a bad French accent, I said, "Oui, Madam. Iz zere anything else I could do for you instead?" A big grin broke out on Carley's face. She grabbed the apron using the part that was jutting out and led me to our bedroom. Playing the part of the dutiful maid, I pushed my wife back on the bed and leaned in between her legs. I've never been very good at oral sex, but since Carley was forgiving me for my earlier behavior, I decided to give it the old college try. I licked and nibbled and did whatever seemed to elicit the biggest response from my wife. There were a few times while she was pushing my face into her pussy when her legs suddenly clamped down on my head and she arched her back in pleasure. It turns out that Carley likes to scream out whenever she has an orgasm. I'd never seen her like this before. I started to wonder if I'd ever made her cum before this night. Well, better late than never! I dove back in for round two. And rounds three and four and five. Carley pulled me up sometime around 2am. My jaw was sore, but I felt wonderful knowing that I had found a way to make my wife forget about my previous behavior. I resolved to do this more often as I fell asleep, nestled in Carley's arms. I woke bright and early and laughed when I realized that I was still wearing the apron. I decided to keep this good thing going. I went down to the kitchen and made breakfast. It was only 6am. Carley doesn't get up until 6:30, so I waited outside the door until it was time to wake her up. At exactly 6:30, I stepped inside the bedroom and kissed my wife on the forehead. She roused and took the breakfast tray with a smile. I decided to get my breakfast from in between Carley's legs. We made a mess of the sheets. No worries, I thought, I'll put them in the washer before heading off to work. First things first. I escorted my wife to the bathroom and crawled into the shower so I could lovingly wash her amazing body. I'm proud to say that I gave her one last orgasm before she pushed me away so that she could get to work on time. The last thing she said to me was that we needed to talk tonight after she got home. I fell to the ground in despair as she drove away. All of my efforts had been in vain! Carley was going to leave me! I deserved it because I'd been such a shitty husband. I had to figure out some way to fix this. I called Peter and was happy to find that he was still at home. It turns out that he was also worried about his wife. He told me that they had made love last night after they got home, and he had spent a lot of time in between her legs, but she still seemed to be angry. "What can I do?" he asked over the phone, practically in tears. "I will do anything to make her happy!" We decided to put our heads together and make some plans. 30 minutes later we ended up at a coffee shop that just happened to be located down the street from the magic show club. I remember that we were sitting there, not really touching our beverages when I noticed the magician from last night pull up in front of the club. "Oh my God," I squealed in relief. "It's that guy! Maybe he can help us." Peter immediately agreed and we practically ran down the street to the club. "Hello?" I called out as we entered the club. The magician didn't seem too surprised to see us. He invited us in and offered us some coffee. That was funny because we were just at a coffee shop, but I don't think we actually drank anything. Coffee sounded perfect, so Peter and I both said "Yes, please," and giggled as we'd said it in unison. We watched the magician go to bar and make a pot, I brought three mugs over, and noticing that we both looked a little rough, he took a vail of liquid out of his pocket and put exactly four drops into our coffee. "Trust me," he said, "this will make you feel much better." He was right. The next thing I remember it was just past 6pm and Mistress Carley and Mistress Jill were picking us up from the club. We had spent the day in deep discussion with the magician. He turned out to be really nice and he had helped us realize that we had both been horrible husbands. Peter and I were kneeling by the door at 6pm, desperately trying to think of how we could prove that we deserved to stay married to our wives. I can't speak for Peter, but I knew that I would do anything to prove myself worthy of Carley's love. Our wives walked into the club. I seem to recall that they both gave the magician a kiss as they entered the room. I guess I should have been a bit worried, but who am I to question Mistress Carley if she wants to flirt a bit. I happen to know that she has very sensitive nipples, so the magician was really making her feel good as he pawed her breasts. I almost crawled over to join in the fun, but I thought that I'd be better staying down on my knees by the door with Peter. We stayed there as the magician took our wives into the back room. "Somebody's having fun," I whispered to Peter when the sounds of sex started coming aver the door. Peter just giggled in response. The magician and our wives came back an hour or so later. They offered their hands to us and helped us to our feet. The magician looked deep into our eyes and smiled as he said, "I think we've made a lot of progress today." "Yes, Sir," we both blurted out as our hearts filled with joy. "Good," he replied. "Come back tomorrow and we'll continue our session." Once again, "Yes, Sir," was the immediate reply. Mistress Carley drove home. Peter and I sat in the backseat, listening as the ladies talked. I reached over and took Peter's hand. I was so happy to be with my best friend as we drove home. I noticed that Peter had a stiffy. I started to worry that he might not be able to concentrate on pleasing his wife if he was too horny. Mustering my courage, I asked Mistress Jill for a favor. "Mistress, I'm worried about Peter," I said. "He's got a bad little stiffy. I was thinking that I could relieve him, if that's okay with you, so he doesn't get distracted tonight." Mistress Jill turned around and smiled at me. "Who are you to talk? You look a little distracted yourself." She glanced down at my crotch and I blushed red in embarrassment. She was right! My little cocky was pointing straight up! I almost started crying in shame, but Mistress Carley had a solution. "Honey," she called out cheerfully. "Why don't you relieve Peter and then he can take can of you." Of course! Why didn't I think of this? Leaning in, I gave my friend a kiss on the cheek and then snaked my hand into his pants. I started stroking him, and was so caught up in making him feel good that I didn't notice that he had worked his hands into my pants as well. I looked up to see that Mistress Jill was smiling at us. She nodded her approval and I leaned over to start kissing Peter. I know, I'm a total slut some times, but it just seemed like the right thing to do. I was so caught up in making out with Peter that I was surprised when he started spurting over my fingers. Then I started cumming too. It felt so good! I looked down to see that we both had wet puddles forming in our trousers. I was worried that we'd be punished for making a mess, but Mistress Jill told us to clean each other up. Giggling in glee, I unbuckled Peter's pants and began licking up every drop of his sticky cummy that I could find. This only made him excited, and I was afraid that he'd make another mess, so I covered his cockette with my mouth while he spurted for a second time. I looked up to see Peter looking so happy that I couldn't help myself. I kissed him, and boy was he surprised to find that I hadn't swallowed his cum. I think he even moaned in appreciation when he tasted what was in my mouth. We made out the rest of the way home, our tongues passing the cream back and forth between us. We were having so much fun that we didn't notice when we arrived at Mistress Jill's house. We kept kissing until our Mistresses broke us apart. Mistress Carly broke us apart when she said, "We're home, you little sluts. Now kiss your girlfriend goodnight--don't worry, you can have another playdate tomorrow." Peter gave me a long tongue kiss before he followed Mistress Jill up to the house. She stopped and whispered something to him. His eyes got wide and he pranced back to the car, but he went to the driver's side door and prostrated himself in front of my mistress. "Thank you, Mistress Carley," he said in hushed tones, "for helping me to be a better person." "We're just getting started," came the reply from Mistress before she closed the door and drove off, leaving Peter kneeling in the dirt. I was worried that she sounded angry, so I decided to make her feel good as soon as we got back home. Mistress took me up to the bedroom and allowed me to worship her until she screamed out in pleasure. I was going in to please her for a second time, but she stopped me and told me to go shower and then join her downstairs in the computer room. Not wanting to keep her waiting, I did a quick wash and then bounded down the stairs. I was in such a hurry to get to her that I forgot to put on any clothes. Not to worry, Mistress pulled off her panties and told me that I could put them on to keep warm. I love how she is always looking out for me! Mistress had a website loaded up. She handed me some headphones and told me to watch the video before coming up to bed. But first she gave me a glass of water so I would be properly hydrated. She pulled out that vial of liquid and put four drops into the water. She watched me chug down the water, then kissing me on the forehead, she pressed play on the video. She turned off the lights and closed the door and left me to watch the video. The video started with a really sexy woman walking into a room. She had long blonde hair and giant boobies. She began to strip, and I think that some words would pop up on the screen occasionally, but I couldn't really keep up with them. I was kind of groggy--It had been a long day, after all. I tried my best to concentrate, but I'm ashamed to say that I fell asleep while watching the video. The last thing I remember is that a group of handsome men walked into the room. She licked her lips and took off her skirt. It turns out that she was actually a man, although I you wouldn't know it until you saw her tiny cock poking out of her panties. I was jealous! "I wish," I murmured as I drifted off to sleep, "I wish that I had a cute little clitty like hers as well!" I woke up at 5am and realized that I fallen asleep in front of the computer like a silly-sissy. I decided to get up and go make breakfast for Mistress. I stopped in my tracks when I saw the gorgeous dress laid out on the kitchen table. It was shiny and pink, with lots of sexy ruffles and the cutest little apron that tied with a big floppy bow. There was also a ruffled pink panty (it had a naughty hole in the back) plus a matching bra, some gorgeous white stockings and pink high heels. I immediately started to put on the dress, but it felt wrong with my hairy legs. I realized that I had some extra time, so I went to the guest bathroom and began to shave my legs. I went over my whole body to make sure I was sissy-smooth. I ran my hands everywhere while I was in the shower, making sure that I hadn't missed any yucky hairs. When I was sure that I was smooth all over, I got out of the shower and toweled off. Oh, my God, Mistress had left some perfume out. It smelled so good! I couldn't help myself. I sprayed it all over--especially on my naughty bits. It was time to get dressed. I carefully rolled the stockings up my legs and attached them to the garter belt. Wow! Stockings feel so good over freshly-shaven legs. I resolved then and there to make sure my legs were sissy smooth from that day forward. I was disappointed when I put on the bra. I needed to get some titties to fill it out! I balled up some washcloths and made a mental note to ask Mistress if I could get some real titties one day. I put on the petticoat and the pink dress. It totally looked like something a maid would wear. I loved it--especially when I noticed that it had a locking collar and Mistress had lovingly left a padlock on the counter. She's so smart! She thinks of everything! I grabbed the padlock and snapped it shut. The sound of the padlock clicking closed caused my clitty to twitch in my panties. I almost reached down to stroke it, but I stopped when I realized that Mistress would be angry if I touched it without her permission. I resolved to be a good sissy. I ignored my clitty and sat down to put on my heels. These had padlocks as well. I twitched again in my panties as I snapped them closed. I realized that I needed to beg Mistress for a chastity device--just so I wouldn't be tempted to play with my sissy clitty. When I was dressed I went to start breakfast. I had just enough time to make an omelet and a pot of coffee. My timing was perfect. At exactly 6:30am, I entered Mistress' bedroom with her breakfast. "Good morning, my Goddess," I whispered as I put her breakfast on the nightstand and took my place under the covers. I began to lovingly kiss her beautiful pussy while she roused from her slumber. Two orgasms later, she pulled me up and held me in her arms as she ate her breakfast. She teased me with a bite of her omelet, but only let me have one bite, saying that I needed to "work on my girly figure." She was right, of course. I promised that I would go on a diet immediately. Mistress told me that she was going to buy me a corset, and that I would wear it 24/7 until I had achieved the perfect sissy figure. I got so excited thinking about this that I started to twitch again. I was filled with shame as I confessed my transgression. "Mistress, I can't help it. Please, lock up my clitty so that I can better serve you." Mistress laughed and told me to open the nightstand drawer. I gasped when I saw a beautiful little chastity device. It was so tiny! It was so shiny! I couldn't wait to try it on! As directed, I pranced downstairs to get some ice. Mistress smiled as she iced down my yucky boy parts. When it shrunk down to almost nothing, she put the cage around me and snapped it closed. Once again, the sound of the lock snapping closed caused my clitty to twitch. "I see you like that, don't you slut." "Yes, Mistress," I cried out. "My sissy clitty is yours to use and abuse!" This comment made Mistress happy. She pushed me back down under the covers and I was honored to make her squeal one more time before she had to get up for work. Mistress didn't want me driving anymore--she was afraid that I was too much of a bimbo to be trusted behind the wheel. My heart filled with love as I realized that she loved me so much that she was willing to take away my license in order to protect me. And so, I waited in the garage for Mistress, giddy with excitement for what the day would bring. I was happy to see her when she got in the car. I must admit that I was a little confused when the passenger doors stayed locked. Then then trunk popped open. Of course! A sissy doesn't deserve to sit in the cab with her Mistress. I happily climbed in the back and pulled the trunk shut. It's a good think I had my new cage. I was so horny thinking about being the perfect sissy for Mistress that I would have touched myself if not for the steel cage. Still, I was throbbing in anticipation for what was to come. Mistress pulled up in front of the club and after a moment's hesitation, she popped the trunk and let me out. Mistress Jill was also parked at the curb. She popped her trunk and I squealed in delight as Peter climbed out of her trunk. He was dressed in an identical sissy dress, except his was purple. I liked my pink dress better. Our Mistresses led us inside the club and told us to wait on our knees by the door. The magician came out and took our Mistresses off to one side so that they could speak in private. That makes sense. Stupid sissies like us probably couldn't understand what they were planning anyway. After a moment he came over and told us to open our mouths. He took out his special liquid and poured a spoonful into each our mouths. That's a lot more than four drops, but he said we had "a lot to learn today." In order to make sure we swallowed it all, he pulled out his cock and used that to push the liquid down our throats. I was happy to find a real-life man using me like a real-life sissy slut. I was overcome with contentment as I slipped into a sissy stupor. I was concentrating on the delicious cock in my mouth when I felt Mistress kiss me on the forehead and whisper, "Have fun sissy. See you in two months." Two months? O-M-G! What a scary dream! Can you believe that I was dreaming that once upon a time I had been a man? Yuck! As if. Boys are stupid. Well, except for their cocks. Those are yummy! I remember a few weeks ago when they only let me suck six men one day. Six men! That's not enough! I felt so weak and empty. I went and begged Mistress to help me find more cocks to serve. Mistress takes such good care of me. First she let Petra and Me move into the shed in her backyard, then she put some ads on the internet so we could meet some guys with juicy cocks to stop by and feed us late at night. She even helped us take the door off of the garage. It's so cool. Now we tie ourselves up in bed every night. We push play on the sissy hypnosis files that are on our phones. Horny men know that they can stop by anytime between 11pm and 5am. Like I said, both of us usually get to serve about ten men every night. The hypnosis files must be different because while I am totally obsessed with becoming the perfect woman, Sissy Petra has turned into a real bitch. I mean a bitch like she wants to be a doggie! When I went to get my new DD titties at the hospital, Petra stayed home to train our new Mastiff Hound. Mistress named him King. I must admit that I am jealous whenever I hear Petra being bred in the kennel at night. Mistress tells me that if I am a good sissy cum slut, Santa might bring me my own doggie for Christmas. Just to be safe, the next time I go sit on Santa's lap, I think I will swallow his candy cane just to make sure, But even if I end up on the naughty list, Mistress is happy with me. She allows me to clean her house and cook her meals, and if I'm really good, she even allows me to help her boyfriends get ready at night. There is no greater honor than for a sissy to get Mistress' lovers hot and horny, and of course, to clean her out after her lovers fill her up with all that yummy cum! Mistress doesn't like cum. It's a good thing I am around. Cum is my favorite food in the world. I can go weeks eating nothing but cream-filled sausages! Petra likes pee pee as well. That's not my favorite, but Mistress expects me to serve her bulls every morning, so I have learned to appreciate my daily morning drink. Petra and me spend our days working for our Mistresses. She introduced us to Miguel, a man who runs a housecleaning service for a select group of people in town. We are paid very well (Mistress and Miguel split the money) while we clean homes in the wealthy part of town. I love serving these people, especially as they usually want to put me down on my knees so I can give them my full sissy service. One house, for some reason I can't ever remember their name, is especially fun. The Master has a 9" cock and he loves to fill me full of his cream every time I work for him. But even better, he has three sons. I usually end each shift by taking care of each of them before I head off to my next house. There's nothing better than heading out with a sissy pussy full of cum, and with a giant butt plug keeping everything inside. Sometimes this gets me so excited that I have to stop and take out my plug. I lick it clean so that I get that yummy taste back in my mouth--it's so delicious! Life is so good, now that I can concentrate on making Mistress happy. Nothing makes me happier than giving her pleasure, which is why I'm a little worried that she's getting bored with me. She told me that she loved training me to be her sissy slut. I don't remember any of this, but I believe her. Besides, even if she's not being honest, I'd totally do anything to make her happy. That's why this weekend she has me going down to the college bar, I'm supposed to find and seduce a college man who would make a good sissy. I will slip four drops of the sissy hypnosis drops into his drink. Then I have to help him start his sissy hypnosis training while I keep his cock warm and happy. That's the part I like the best. I'm a little sad. I know that once I get this man on the path to sissydom, I will be sold to one of the brothels in Asia where I will spend the rest of my days as a sissy whore. I'm looking forward to all those yummy cocks, but I will miss my Mistress once she boxes me up and ships me out. At least I'll get the chance to reunite with my best sissy sister. Petra was sold to the brothels a year ago. She underwent some extreme surgical modifications so now she spends her days down on all fours, like an animal. They cut off her arms and legs at the knees and elbows. They also took out her voice box so she can only make animal sounds now. And they did something so she grew hair all over. Mistress showed me a picture--she totally looks like a pretty doggie. That might sound horrible to you, but Petra always wanted to be a full- time bitch for all sorts of animals. Her Mistress loved her so much that she made her dreams come true, It's such a lovely love story that I almost hope Mistress turns me into a doggie slut and sells me into a life of never-ending service to the kinkiest Masters in Asia, But I'm getting ahead of myself. First I have to seduce and deliver this college boy so that Mistress can start training her new sissy slut. Author's note: I hope you enjoyed this sissy fantasy. If you'd like to have me to write something for you, please leave a comment or contact me at [email protected]. Xoxoxo Sissy Michelle, aka Emshoninque