My Mistress, My Slave

I only left my room once to get some ice for the drinks that I was consuming all alone in my room. At the ice machine, I chanced upon a real skank of a woman. She sweetly smiled at me as she passed, and I blurted out a strained "good evening." She returned the salutation with the deep voice, and I suddenly realized that this woman was really a guy in drag. My guess was that it was a crossdressing prostitute who was using the motel for the night. I marveled at how good she looked, and as I thought about him/her, something snapped inside of me. A plan started to form, and my anger cooled into something calculating and dangerous,

I decided that if my boyfriend liked having sex with men then I would simply turn him into the wanton slut that he obviously was already.

And so I began my revenge. It really wasn’t all that difficult. The next weekend I convinced Louis that hypnosis would help make him into a better lover and the moron agreed to let me put him under. That "Basics of Hypnosis" book was the best 9.95 that I’ll ever spend in my life. Granted, I broke every ethical rule in the book, but I simply didn’t care. Each evening (and morning) for the next two years as I commanded Louis to service me with his never-tiring tongue, I basked in my lack of morals. Some nights I could find my orgasm by simply envisioning little Louis suddenly transforming into luscious Louise.

It was a delicious fantasy—one that I had no trouble making into a reality!

For some reason, when he woke up from our first hypnosis session, Louis inexplicably began to fantasize non-stop about sexually servicing men who would turn him into a little sissy slut. I’m sure that I have no idea why this suddenly happened, and unfortunately, despite all of his attempts to reassert his manhood, these fantasies (and my hypnotic suggestions) quickly took over my boyfriend’s everyday life. Within days, poor Louis couldn’t even achieve an erection without something or somebody filling his posterior passage. And even if he managed to shoot a load while being fucked at the office or by me at home with my strap-on, his orgasm only reinforced his need to become a little sissy sex slave.