13 Yes My Mistress
Part 13
Sissie's fixation becomes Sissification part 13
Yes My Mistress
The station was busy. Pondering whether to brave the busy cafe. Craving i remember a cup of tea. The phone rang.
'Hello Sissie'
'Hello Mistress Fiona..' just hearing her voice made me burning giddy inside.
She giggled her magical, powerfull, magnetic giggle. Before explaining some whats and whys? She explained how my family believed me in a retreat, sort of believable in light of my suffering problems with .... any way. Assurances were given and my 'ride' was about to screach down a canyon... and maybe learn to hold on? Or maybe learn to fly......? More of these details later. After the facts. Here i now was. Drinking in every single word. Her every syllable. The ever so, like.. ever so slight husky beauty in her tones. The perfect, wonderfull, womanly. Simply stunning example of the most delicious and sensual. The most magical a****l on earth. The female human.
The more defining whys? and were to next? Flowed from that conversation a feeling so deeply warm. I floated out of the station and seemingly without a pause minced in and out of 'The Physiological Improvement foundation'. Apparently the 'brochure' which lay upon seemingly every surface in there did declare .... Trail blazing procedural ther****ts. Creating physiological solutions to human situations....... like the rest of that day is as a memory ..... dreamlike. Floating on the waves and whims of lust from Mistress Fiona. Who had gone to such lengths it began to dawn on me once. Once my personal 'procedure' was well into the throws of proceeding.
Walking to that building from the station i was so lost in her voice. So, so, very infactuated by her. Come on Sissie.... yes calling myself Sissie ... with joy to her voice. Inside my own head. Soon enough later, to her disarming voice down the phone. An absolute fire inside me, beconing me, dancing me into how much i absolutely, fucking sincerely wanted to be just that! Her perfect Sissie. She told me she had booked me in here. It was a private clinic and extremely exclusive. As it had been taken care of my now having more time to enjoy this, this the dream of all my dreams. Rushing and gushing and wrything and screaming into beautiful, beautiful life! At this. Right here in the present here and now moment. Ride this lust back Sissie, i began to say to myself. Rub and buck this ride back i said to myself. I was going to try my best to please ... and laugh... and ..... submit as passionatly and devotedly to Mistress Fiona as i had fantasized in the dream above all dreams a zillion dreams before. Though never, not even in all those dreams, as my imaginary 'captor' or 'Owner', 'Trainer'. My Dominant flitting and flirting, between shemale, to female, to both! From female to couples and groups, being sissypet, and on so... Never with a woman as saw dust on the floor, fit as fuck as the Mistress who i wanted to more and more and more and maybe forever and ever more own me. And train me.... Seduced by that moment and Mistress Fiona's promises and flirts. I remembered that afternoon she suprised me. Me in my 'male' clothes. We went for coffee. Our chemistry, sexualy and sensualy was tangible. Senses of humour and fun even engaging. Longingly, maybe even spiritually too. Surely Mistress had felt that too. Her striking beauty i was so desperate to please and soon to hope, hope actually meet again. And, all dolled up this time! Blimey, fairs fair! I had certainly been as obediantly pliable as possible so far! After the clinic i was to go to a certain near-by shop and ask for the manager. Again, introducing myself as Sissie Lee Katey. Yes the credit card inside the lil purse in my handbag was for me to use. Mine was the name on it. Whatever i pay for with it will be immediately vetted by Mistress Fiona obviously. Not so bad as it goes, see the people at the clinic actually referred to me as Miss Katey. Which i loved. So find the shop once i leave this Physiological Improvements Foundation thingy.
Please consider the swift timespan of this journey so far dearest reader. From 'introduction'. All that marvellous, liberating flirting with Victoria. V. Vicky. Flirting with such juicy, passionate, abandon. To here.
So the calm and sexual hold Mistress had teased me into was intensified here. Physical vows of my submission and loyalty now required. Expected.
My every, eager, compliance testament to my willingness to do now allmost anything Mistress Fiona might so desire be done. I was being a good giirl. I wanted to make her happy. So either this would end in the most crushing, humiliatingly, cruel and criminal 'stage-up'. In which case anyway, i was quite obviously by now 'done for'. Or....? Maybe way beyond all that being blackmailed, or bribed or coersed or any other negative vibe. Maybe Mistress Fiona really does like me a little bit too? After all she could have had her pick of any sissy. Or femboi, or shemale, or straight male, or Tranny, crossdresser, trap, or.... Or any man! Or any woman! Never mind any filthy slutty sissy wannabe like moi! Constantly, ceaselessly, feeling overwhelmingly drawn towards her. Warmed by her. Soothed by her. Ignited by her. Maybe Mistress Fiona was about to really breath life into every, single, naked, sissy cumslut corner and quirk of my soul. No longer my sissy soul. No, no. Sissie's soul. My soul. My toned thighs. My everything and my all. With joy serving her as my Goddess for happy ever after!
Quickly, Miss Katey had signed the disclaimers. Been weighed. Interviewed. Signed all the consent forms. Before i first panicked. Asked to undress and shower in a private room. There was only a towel to cover oneself on leaving the room to another room with lovely, sleepy lighting. And green tea. And relaxing music. Then i had to say to the camera that i Sissie accepted bla bla bla. Still blind to the serious nature of this procedure i was eased to sleap. It was when i did awake, luck i had had no detremental effects from this 'trial' procedure did i comprehend it being, well kind of, no basically an experiment. Now the clinic was super posh. But such a huge, monumental decision i was living out as i slept.
The theory being that. They boasted, Through natural gene introduction. Which i found immediately contradictory... when reading as i left!! The clinic. (Irony holding my pristinely manicured stupidity hand.) Sitting a moment on a bench down the street as i left.... i pondered what had just happened. By placing some of my 'female genes'. Female genes derived from my own male code. Probably before they seperate.... Who knows?... yes i fucking should! Placing these female genes, female codes. These codes after intense natural hormone and steroid suplimimentation. Placed, well in me just then. In my left and right pecs. And my left and right bum cheek. This will 'persuade' all the fatier tissue to the more femme areas. As the new codes thrive with my old codes an immediate if slight physical change should occur. Increasing gradually with time. Diet and excersize are to be strictly adhered to produce maximum effect. ...... yada yada yada. The upshot of some seriously wealthy 'scientists' and researchers, in order to eventually sell the perfected d**g. I had first taken something to increase the pliability of cells or whatever. Then injected twice in all four areas. Prior to this i was given a thorough, medical, colonic irrigation. Into the bargain i was given my first hit of laser hair removal. Yes quite a day indeed. And still only 4pm. Part of the so called magic of this new 'thingy' was its lack of side effects or implants. A fresh, more human change of phsyche and its immidiate and stunning effects. Brain flushed with eostrogen and other such tadem prescriptions all attaining to an emotional feeling tingling inside to accompany the physical re birth as it were. And, and i was determined to make Mistress Fiona smile at my feigning to complain about another hair 'event'! Because. After the 'mild surgery'.... after my 'Physiological Improvement Foundation "procedure".' I had been reserved an appointment at their 'partner' company working from an extremely stylish salon on the ground floor and basement. Equally refined. Specializing in real and permanent hair extentions for poor victims of unwanted hair loss for whatever reason. After pinning my brow up somehow. With no little skill and thought. Lessoning my frown lines quite nicely into the bargain. Lifting my now pierced ears slightly too. The hair still pink, but more pink. Tinges of blonde still. But now somehow MY hair. Bellow my shoulders at the back. It felt swishy and light. Yet heavy and... Using some new glue to graft the new hair over and between and inside the growth of my hair. Tightening my scalp. Sort of gluing my scalp and the new hair higher than before. Thicker. This must have cost A FORTUNE to Mistress Fiona! The effects of all this was. Was... If i do so say myself. Was really quite something.
Sissie's fixation becomes Sissification part 13
Yes My Mistress
The station was busy. Pondering whether to brave the busy cafe. Craving i remember a cup of tea. The phone rang.
'Hello Sissie'
'Hello Mistress Fiona..' just hearing her voice made me burning giddy inside.
She giggled her magical, powerfull, magnetic giggle. Before explaining some whats and whys? She explained how my family believed me in a retreat, sort of believable in light of my suffering problems with .... any way. Assurances were given and my 'ride' was about to screach down a canyon... and maybe learn to hold on? Or maybe learn to fly......? More of these details later. After the facts. Here i now was. Drinking in every single word. Her every syllable. The ever so, like.. ever so slight husky beauty in her tones. The perfect, wonderfull, womanly. Simply stunning example of the most delicious and sensual. The most magical a****l on earth. The female human.
The more defining whys? and were to next? Flowed from that conversation a feeling so deeply warm. I floated out of the station and seemingly without a pause minced in and out of 'The Physiological Improvement foundation'. Apparently the 'brochure' which lay upon seemingly every surface in there did declare .... Trail blazing procedural ther****ts. Creating physiological solutions to human situations....... like the rest of that day is as a memory ..... dreamlike. Floating on the waves and whims of lust from Mistress Fiona. Who had gone to such lengths it began to dawn on me once. Once my personal 'procedure' was well into the throws of proceeding.
Walking to that building from the station i was so lost in her voice. So, so, very infactuated by her. Come on Sissie.... yes calling myself Sissie ... with joy to her voice. Inside my own head. Soon enough later, to her disarming voice down the phone. An absolute fire inside me, beconing me, dancing me into how much i absolutely, fucking sincerely wanted to be just that! Her perfect Sissie. She told me she had booked me in here. It was a private clinic and extremely exclusive. As it had been taken care of my now having more time to enjoy this, this the dream of all my dreams. Rushing and gushing and wrything and screaming into beautiful, beautiful life! At this. Right here in the present here and now moment. Ride this lust back Sissie, i began to say to myself. Rub and buck this ride back i said to myself. I was going to try my best to please ... and laugh... and ..... submit as passionatly and devotedly to Mistress Fiona as i had fantasized in the dream above all dreams a zillion dreams before. Though never, not even in all those dreams, as my imaginary 'captor' or 'Owner', 'Trainer'. My Dominant flitting and flirting, between shemale, to female, to both! From female to couples and groups, being sissypet, and on so... Never with a woman as saw dust on the floor, fit as fuck as the Mistress who i wanted to more and more and more and maybe forever and ever more own me. And train me.... Seduced by that moment and Mistress Fiona's promises and flirts. I remembered that afternoon she suprised me. Me in my 'male' clothes. We went for coffee. Our chemistry, sexualy and sensualy was tangible. Senses of humour and fun even engaging. Longingly, maybe even spiritually too. Surely Mistress had felt that too. Her striking beauty i was so desperate to please and soon to hope, hope actually meet again. And, all dolled up this time! Blimey, fairs fair! I had certainly been as obediantly pliable as possible so far! After the clinic i was to go to a certain near-by shop and ask for the manager. Again, introducing myself as Sissie Lee Katey. Yes the credit card inside the lil purse in my handbag was for me to use. Mine was the name on it. Whatever i pay for with it will be immediately vetted by Mistress Fiona obviously. Not so bad as it goes, see the people at the clinic actually referred to me as Miss Katey. Which i loved. So find the shop once i leave this Physiological Improvements Foundation thingy.
Please consider the swift timespan of this journey so far dearest reader. From 'introduction'. All that marvellous, liberating flirting with Victoria. V. Vicky. Flirting with such juicy, passionate, abandon. To here.
So the calm and sexual hold Mistress had teased me into was intensified here. Physical vows of my submission and loyalty now required. Expected.
My every, eager, compliance testament to my willingness to do now allmost anything Mistress Fiona might so desire be done. I was being a good giirl. I wanted to make her happy. So either this would end in the most crushing, humiliatingly, cruel and criminal 'stage-up'. In which case anyway, i was quite obviously by now 'done for'. Or....? Maybe way beyond all that being blackmailed, or bribed or coersed or any other negative vibe. Maybe Mistress Fiona really does like me a little bit too? After all she could have had her pick of any sissy. Or femboi, or shemale, or straight male, or Tranny, crossdresser, trap, or.... Or any man! Or any woman! Never mind any filthy slutty sissy wannabe like moi! Constantly, ceaselessly, feeling overwhelmingly drawn towards her. Warmed by her. Soothed by her. Ignited by her. Maybe Mistress Fiona was about to really breath life into every, single, naked, sissy cumslut corner and quirk of my soul. No longer my sissy soul. No, no. Sissie's soul. My soul. My toned thighs. My everything and my all. With joy serving her as my Goddess for happy ever after!
Quickly, Miss Katey had signed the disclaimers. Been weighed. Interviewed. Signed all the consent forms. Before i first panicked. Asked to undress and shower in a private room. There was only a towel to cover oneself on leaving the room to another room with lovely, sleepy lighting. And green tea. And relaxing music. Then i had to say to the camera that i Sissie accepted bla bla bla. Still blind to the serious nature of this procedure i was eased to sleap. It was when i did awake, luck i had had no detremental effects from this 'trial' procedure did i comprehend it being, well kind of, no basically an experiment. Now the clinic was super posh. But such a huge, monumental decision i was living out as i slept.
The theory being that. They boasted, Through natural gene introduction. Which i found immediately contradictory... when reading as i left!! The clinic. (Irony holding my pristinely manicured stupidity hand.) Sitting a moment on a bench down the street as i left.... i pondered what had just happened. By placing some of my 'female genes'. Female genes derived from my own male code. Probably before they seperate.... Who knows?... yes i fucking should! Placing these female genes, female codes. These codes after intense natural hormone and steroid suplimimentation. Placed, well in me just then. In my left and right pecs. And my left and right bum cheek. This will 'persuade' all the fatier tissue to the more femme areas. As the new codes thrive with my old codes an immediate if slight physical change should occur. Increasing gradually with time. Diet and excersize are to be strictly adhered to produce maximum effect. ...... yada yada yada. The upshot of some seriously wealthy 'scientists' and researchers, in order to eventually sell the perfected d**g. I had first taken something to increase the pliability of cells or whatever. Then injected twice in all four areas. Prior to this i was given a thorough, medical, colonic irrigation. Into the bargain i was given my first hit of laser hair removal. Yes quite a day indeed. And still only 4pm. Part of the so called magic of this new 'thingy' was its lack of side effects or implants. A fresh, more human change of phsyche and its immidiate and stunning effects. Brain flushed with eostrogen and other such tadem prescriptions all attaining to an emotional feeling tingling inside to accompany the physical re birth as it were. And, and i was determined to make Mistress Fiona smile at my feigning to complain about another hair 'event'! Because. After the 'mild surgery'.... after my 'Physiological Improvement Foundation "procedure".' I had been reserved an appointment at their 'partner' company working from an extremely stylish salon on the ground floor and basement. Equally refined. Specializing in real and permanent hair extentions for poor victims of unwanted hair loss for whatever reason. After pinning my brow up somehow. With no little skill and thought. Lessoning my frown lines quite nicely into the bargain. Lifting my now pierced ears slightly too. The hair still pink, but more pink. Tinges of blonde still. But now somehow MY hair. Bellow my shoulders at the back. It felt swishy and light. Yet heavy and... Using some new glue to graft the new hair over and between and inside the growth of my hair. Tightening my scalp. Sort of gluing my scalp and the new hair higher than before. Thicker. This must have cost A FORTUNE to Mistress Fiona! The effects of all this was. Was... If i do so say myself. Was really quite something.
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