Mistress Psyches voice was soft, and spiralling pink swirls  pulsed on the screen in rhythm with her  command.

“You will breathe in time with my count. “

Said Mistress

“Every breath allowing you to drop… 

Drop… 

Drop deeper into a fully sissified state”

I obeyed. My chest rose and fell, and as it fell I felt myself … drop…

Drop down deeper under Mistress Psyches control.  

The silky fabric of my pink camisole tightened across my little titties  with each inhalation. 

And with every exhale they felt fuller… softer … more sensitive…  

A gentle swelling beneath the lace. A tender ache that was becoming a constant, delicious presence as my pink nipples hardened. 

Mistress Psyches voice  continued. 

“To become a mindless sissy slut, a brainless fucktunnel. 

You need to surrender … 

Let go of that charmless masculine identity you cling to .:. 

Drop into the you inside your mind that is helpless, soft…

Femaine… Brainless

Good for nothing apart from being a mindless bimbofied fuck toy … Now get The Item”

“The Item” lay beside me. A beautiful, pink, soft silicone dildo, veined and glistening with lube.  

My eyes, already half-lidded from the trance, couldn’t leave it.

My fingers traced the edges of my sissy pussy—a term that now felt more natural than the old, masculine word. The entrance was small, tight, a virgin portal begging for violation.

“Focus on my voice” 

Said Mistress Psyche . 

“Allow my words to guide you … To allow you to drop into the identity of a mindless sissy slut.

Drop down into a warm, pink subspace…

Where you are the best little slut you can be….

Now pick up the toy. “

My other hand lifted the dildo and pressed the cold lubed tip against my hot hungry hole.

.A  tingle of anticipation, raced up my spine, making my new, sensitive nipples pinch against the camisole.

“Begin.” Said Mistress Psyche. 

I pushed.

The resistance was immediate,  I whimpered with pleasure a high, feminine sound that surprised me. I pushed harder letting the mesmeric hypnotic pulse relax my muscles and fuel my desire to be penetrated…  

Pop.

The thick tip breached me, and the shaft slipped inside generating a a profound fullness. 

A profound fullness that allowed me to understand my place. To let go of my masculine pretensions and understand this is what I am . A worthless sissy slut .

“You are worthless sissy slut” 

Said Mistress Psyche… And then she continued like she had read my mind .

“Good for nothing apart from sucking and taking cock “  

I slid the dildo deeper, a stretch that lit up every nerve in my pelvis. My inner walls, previously unknown territory, were now mapped by this pink soft delicious column. My muscles clenched, spasmed, then reluctantly yielded, molding themselves to its shape. The sensation was overwhelming but so , so pleasurable