Sissy hypnosis – Mistress feminises sissy .

“Good girl,” Mistress said 

“Now, caress your breasts for me. Slowly. Feel how soft they. Notice how your body responds, how your skin tingles and your clit aches  These breasts, this body, this clit—belong to someone who thrives on pleasing their Mistress. 

Let the desire to touch them consume you, until you can’t think of anything but how much you need to be owned, to be plugged.”

Mistress Psyches voice was smooth and hypnotic, My hands, trembling slightly, obeyed. I lifted them to my chest, my fingers brushing over my warm, soft firm, round breasts  tucked beneath my lace top. They weren’t mine, not really, but under Mistress’s command, they felt like mine. The sensation was  deeply arousing. A soft, pliable weight. My thumbs circled the nipples, the textured lace of my bralette rubbing against the pads back of my fingers.

Mistress’ voice was smooth and hypnotic. 

My hands, trembling slightly, obeyed. 

I lifted them to my chest, my fingers brushing over the soft, flesh that now curved so perfectly beneath my lace top. They were mine, every inch of them, and under Mistress’s command, they felt more real than anything else in the world. The sensation was intoxicating—the gentle give of the skin, the pert nipples hardening under my touch, the perfectly rounded shape that begged to be caressed. My thumbs circled the sensitive peaks, and a shiver of pleasure shot through me, my breath catching in my throat. This was my body now, soft, curvy feminine, and utterly submissive to Mistress’s will.

“Yes… just like that. 

Said Mistress 

Now, lower your hand. Down between your legs. Find your clit.”

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