Total Hypno Bitch: Chapter 4
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It was a new day and as my Master was having breakfast, I was on all fours under the kitchen table, sucking his thick dick. He was fully dressed, smartly, ready to go to work. He was wearing gray dress pants, black dress shoes and a silky white buttoned-down shirt that only accentuated his muscular chest. From down below him I could barely see his beautiful chest peeking out of his shirt, as a couple of the top buttons were open. He was so hot and I was honored to be sucking his dick. Me, the fag he'd turned into his bitch, naked under his table, locked in chastity.
He was reading his newspaper while eating breakfast and enjoying a coffee, but from time to time he looked down at me and patted my head. "Who's Daddy's good little girl?" he asked.
I just mumbled, as his dick was completely filling my mouth, deep in my throat.
"Are you my good little bitch?" he continued, and I murmured a little more, incomprehensibly, with my mouth full.
"Yes you are, my slut!" he said. "But I see what's going on. I haven't let you say a word in a couple of days." He put his foot on my locked cage and asked, "does that make you uncomfortable?"
I really wasn't sure if he was asking if I was uncomfortable with not being able to speak or with his foot on my cage, so I just looked at him pleadingly.
"Would you prefer to be treated like a total object, a set of two holes that are meant for fucking, not speaking, or would you rather be treated like a regular girl?" he asked. What a heavy question. "Was that too difficult for you? Would you rather be treated like a person?" he added.
I nodded affirmatively.
"Ohhh, don't worry, baby girl," he said and patted my head lovingly. "Daddy will take care of you. You've been a good obedient girl, and while Daddy will be at work, you'll go through a lot of hypnosis, so by the time I'm back from work you'll feel so much better."
I didn't know what he meant and he probably sensed that from my puzzled look.
"You have just made a decision, accepted that you wanted to be my girl. Acceptance is the most important thing that will help you make a lot of progress through your hypnosis today. While you're unconscious, someone will come make you presentable for us to go out tonight. He doesn't come for free and I told him you're broke, so he was kind enough to do it for free if you don't mind that he use your holes and record it for OnlyFans. I told him of course you don't. Don't worry, it won't be possible to recognize you. This reminds me, by the way that I posted the video of you from yesterday and it got a lot of hits. We'll have more clients for you later this week."
I looked at him incredulously.
He laughed and patted my head, while his dick seemed to be getting thicker in my throat and he pushed faster. "You're such an innocent girl. Daddy is so happy to be able to corrupt you," he said as he thrusted his dick harder in my throat. Finally, he pounded my throat three times, accentuating every word: "SLUTTY! PUSSY! GIRL!" and then he came in my throat.
I swallowed and he said "good girl. I'm going to set you up to start your hypno session and head to work. The dog-walker will come shortly. I mean the bitch-walker. He'll wake you up from your trance when you're ready. I expect you to be on best behavior for him until Daddy's back from work!"
Several hours later
I woke up, choking again on a dick in my mouth. I was flat on my stomach.
"Good morning, slut!" he said. I looked up. It was a slim athletic young guy in his 20s. He was aiming his phone at my face and I put my hand up to cover my face.
He slapped my hand away, then leaned forward, plunging his dick deeper into my throat and slapping me hard on my ass. "Don't you ever do that, slut!"
I tried to mumble but really I couldn't say much with his dick in my mouth.
"I had an agreement with your Master," he said. "I understand that you're a cheap bitch, so unless you want to owe me $300 for today, you're starring on my OnlyFans. I just uploaded the video of me fucking you when you were in trance. It actually didn't even look like you were unconscious but cooperating, as the hypnosis made you moan and speak in your slutty girly voice: "Thank you for your dick, Daddy! I am a lucky girl. I need more dick!"
I mumbled, with his dick in his mouth, suddenly feeling a little disoriented.
"You said I am a lucky girl. I need more dick," he repeated.
I mumbled again, feeling dizzier and couldn't think about anything but the dick in my mouth.
He pulled his dick out, just enough for me to speak. "What was that, little girl?" he asked.
"I am a lucky girl. I need more dick," I said, in a voice that sounded in a higher pitch, a little feminine. I instinctively covered my mouth, surprised. My voice sounded just a little higher, as if I had a sore throat and was afraid to strain my voice and hurt my throat.
"That's better, you pathetic slut," he said. "You have nothing to worry about. No one can recognize you now with your make-up and wig. I'm curious though, didn't you notice the taste of cum when you woke up with my dick in your mouth? Are you already that used to it, slut?"
I felt myself blushing but he didn't seem to mind. He then inserted a finger into my hole, pushing deep, and then pulling out and putting his slimy finger in my mouth. I sucked it instinctively.
"Good girl," he said. "Now you know you were fucked. You can get up, bitch."
I got up from the massage bed I was on, which was used for my hypnosis session. There were earphones and a fucking machine involved, but nevermind that now.
"Thank you, Sir," I said as I stood up.
"Here, your Master left you a letter he wanted you to read when you wake up. This should help explain a few things."
I took the printed piece of paper from him and I wondered if he'd used the same text in previous letters that he'd given to others that were in my place before me.
"Baby girl,
You've just woken up from an important hypnosis session for your transformation into my bitch. I programmed you with three new commands or ideas implanted into your mind.
1. When speaking, you should use your respectful voice. Speaking softly, gently, in a little higher voice is more respectful, more classy.
2. You are beautiful and flawless. If you look down at your boobs they will look natural to you. In fact, while you were in trance, the bitch-walker professionally attached your new silicone boobs to your chest with adhesive, so you can look the way you should even when you're not wearing a bra. It will look good enough to the Men that see you, but it should look perfectly natural to you. Whenever you see yourself in the mirror, wearing make-up and a wig it will look perfectly natural to you. You will be comfortable in your new skin.
3. You have a clit. When you look down, you will never see your dick. You will not see your cage either. You will only see your clit. You will never need to jerk off again. Your orgasms will be controlled by Men from now on. You may enjoy orgasms but it will be up to Us to decide if you've earned them. I will train you to receive more orgasms through your G-spot, and as you've seen, the BNWO Bulls using you have large dicks and We have no problem reaching the G-spot deep in your pussy. If you earn it, we could also let you leak cum with a vibrator against your cage, but to you it will seem like a nice rub of your clitty.
You may now put down the letter to check yourself, and when you're done, continue reading on to the next page."
I put down my Master's letter and touched my boobs. Just like the bra I'd worn earlier, they were large but not obscene. I liked touching them just as I'd enjoyed touching my Master's large pecs.
"Aren't they a work of art, slut?" the young 'bitch-walker' said, watching me this whole time.
"Umm, yes Sir," I said softly. I looked down and my dick was gone. It was uncanny. I touched there but could not see my cage. In a way this was unsettling, but honestly, I'd fantasized about that, about really feeling like a bitch for Men. I just wouldn't want to get operated and I guess my Master was such an expert in hypnosis that it served as his workaround. I mean, this was so real and it's only been a few hours and I had no pain. There's no way I'd been operated. He wouldn't do something crazy like that without my consent. I would not go there. But I was ready to imagine myself as his bitch.
I picked up the letter again and continued reading on the next page.
"Now that you've hopefully accepted your new look, the bitch-walker will get you ready to go out. Do everything he commands. He is an extension of your Master, just like a dog-walker is an extension of a dog's owner and the dog must obey.
Show him that you're ready. He's read the letter too, so he'll know if you're not following the instructions. I want you to get down on your knees, spread your knees apart and say:
'I am a bitch. I am ready for your command, Sir.'
Do it now, baby girl.
I set down the letter, got down on my knees and spread them apart. I felt so sexy.
I said to the bitch-walker: "I am a bitch. I am ready for your command, Sir."
"Good girl!" he said. He shoved his foot between my legs and rubbed it against my clit. "Is the bitch in heat?" he asked.
It felt nice actually and I was aroused. "Yes Sir," I said.
"Well, if you're lucky, maybe you'll get mounted on our walk. We're just going for a walk in the building's courtyard, for starters. Don't worry, it's a safe space. Your Master lives in a gated community of BNWO Bulls. That means there's no shame in being a slut here and actually you must submit to other Bulls in the building if they want to use you. Unless your Master or I instruct otherwise. Now, you can get up."
"Yes, Sir," I said and rose to my feet.
He then helped dressing me up with white lingerie that was not covering my ass, skin-colored stockings and a very short white mini dress that was practically see-through. Actually, I felt like my boobs were almost exposed and when I moved it was not so difficult to see my lingerie or my pussy (ass hole) under the short mini dress.
"Now for the heels, which are one of the main reasons I'm taking you for a walk, because you need to learn," he said. "I'll start you easy with very broad heels."
They were shiny tall red boots. If I had any hope to somehow hide myself, those boots would draw attention from a hundred feet away.
Then he showed me two shiny collars. A pink one with capital letters spelling 'sissy' and a yellow one spelling 'bitch'. I'll let you choose this time," he said.
Despite the hypnosis, I felt nervous about that. It seemed like a further step in my degradation.
"Must I, Sir?" I asked.
"Yes bitch!" he said, annoyed. "Have you ever seen a bitch being walked outside without her Master's collar?"
"I'm sorry, Sir," I said, surprised with how nonchalantly he spoke about it, as if he was a dog-walker talking about dogs. "That one," I pointed to the yellow 'bitch' collar.
"Interesting," he said. "Are you embarrassed to be called 'sissy'?"
I lowered my head and he didn't insist on getting a verbal answer. He put the yellow collar around my neck and then he opened a drawer and took out a leash which he attached to my collar, to my surprise.
"Let's go," he said, pulling a bit on my leash.
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