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  Hypno-Wife (mc, femdom, tv, more)
  by George W. Bridge


     I hadn't known my wife had learned hypnosis.  Our sex life was OK, 
though once, when I was a little drunk, I blurted out a few of my 
fantasies.  They were strange things, revolving around mind control and 
domination.  Sober, I tried to forget all about them.
     One night, though, she began playing with a mirror.  The light kept 
flashing gently into my eyes.  Without thinking, I began to stare at it.
     Then, she began speaking to me in a quiet soft voice. "You feel 
good.  You are relaxed.  You feel yourself relaxing." The words were in a 
monotone.  
     "Mary, what are -- "
     She put her hands on my lips.  "Relax.  Just relax.  Your eyelids 
are getting heavy.  Very heavy."
     It was hard to keep them open.  I blinked, but could not stop them 
from falling.
     "Very heavy.  You're very tired.  You want to sleep.  Sleep.  That's 
it.  Sleep.  Don't fight it.  You want to sleep.  That's all, to sleep . 
. . "
     I didn't know what was happening, but her voice was so soft and 
soothing, the light so gentle.
     "You want to sleep, my love.  Obey me and sleep."
     My eyelids drooped and I could no longer keep them open.  I fell 
asleep. 
     "You are asleep, but you can hear my voice.  You will find yourself 
able to respond to my voice.  Do you understand?"
     "I hear you," I murmured.  I felt very good, very relaxed.  Almost 
as though I were floating.
     "Very good.  Now, you are having an erotic dream.  Understand?"
     "An erotic dream."
     "I want you to tell me your sexual fantasies.  You will find it easy 
to speak of them, since you trust me completely."
     "I trust you," I murmured.
     "You will open your eyes, but you will remain asleep.  You have no 
inhibitions telling me.  It is merely an erotic dream to you.  You will 
tell me."
     I hesitated.
     "Don't fight it, darling.  Give in."
     Give in?  It sounded so reasonable, so obvious.  "I'll tell you," I 
murmured.  It was so easy to do what she asked.
     She nodded.  "Now, go through your mind.  Think of your most erotic 
fantasy.  Take your time."
     I thought.  Fantasies came to mind, things I had dreamed about.  I 
though about each one until the most powerful one stood out.
     "Have you chosen?"
     I nodded.
     "Imagine it happening."
     I imagined it.
     "Tell me about it."
     "There is a woman.  She's . . . somehow in control of me.  She is 
forcing me to wear a bra and panties."  I told her more, elaborating 
details.  "I am her sexual slave.  She asks me to get down on my knees 
and eat her out.  She humiliates me, but I don't care."
     "Your cock is getting hard, isn't it?  Take it out."
     I did as she asked.  My cock was throbbing with desire.
     "Masturbate for me."
     I hesitated.  "No," I murmured.
     "It's what you want to do, isn't it?"
     "No," I said, but my resolve was weaker.
     "It IS what you want.  Show me," she whispered.  "Start to 
masturbate."
     I could no longer resist her command.  Hell, I no longer wanted to 
resist.  My hand reached for my cock.  I licked my palms to moisten them 
and began to run them up and down the shaft slowly, then faster and 
faster.  Mary watched me intently.  "Talk to this woman," she said.
     "Mistress," I whispered.  "Thank you for forcing me to obey.  Thank 
you for the humiliation.  I am your slave and will do whatever you bid . 
. . "
     "Very nice.  Now, I want you to come when I say the word 'now.'  Not 
until then.  Do you understand?"
     "Yes," I murmurred, licking my hands to masturbate more.
     "It will be incredible, the best orgasm you've ever had."  She was 
silent as I kept pumping my cock, still imagining my fantasy mistress.  I 
could feel the need to come, but, try as I might,  I could not go that 
last little bit.  
     "Now," she finally said.
     The orgasm hit me at once and come spurted out of me. It was 
intense.
     "Very good.  Now, tell me you love me."
     "I love you."
     "When I count to five," she said, "you will wake up, feeling very 
refreshed.  You will forget any of this has happened.  You will not even 
notice that your underwear is wet with your cum.  It will all be gone 
completely from your mind.  But when I say the words, 'go to sleep, 
darling,' you will instantly fall back into this trance.  You will fell 
very calm and relaxed and will obey whatever command I give you.  You 
will WANT to obey.  It will make you very happy.  Do you understand?"
     I nodded.  "Happy," I murmured.  I WAS happy.
     "One," she said.  "You're waking up.  Two.  Three.  You're beginning 
to forget.  Four.  You've almost forgotten in all."  She paused.  "Five."
     I blinked.  I had the undeniable feeling that something had 
happened, but I couldn't recall what.
     Mary was smiling strangely.  I wondered why.  Then shrugged.  You 
can't know everything your wife is thinking.
     #
     Two nights later, she showed what she had in store for me.
     "I have something to show you," Mary said after we had eaten.
     She took me into the bedroom.  Laid out on the bed was a black bra, 
along with black silk panties and stockings.
     "Wow," I said.  "You're going to look pretty sexy in that."
     She smiled.  "It's not for me.  It's for you."
     "What?  What are you talking about?"
     "You're going to put on those clothes."
     She seemed utterly serious.  "Don't be ridiculous.  There's no way 
-- "
     "Go to sleep darling," she said.
     I instantly fell into my trance.  My agitation vanished, and I felt 
very calm and peaceful.  I smiled contentedly.
     "Do you hear me?"
     "Yes," I murmured.
     "How do you feel?"
     "Happy," I said.  "Very happy."
     She seemed pleased at my response.  "From now on, when you're in 
this state, you will call me mistress.  And you will be my sexual slave. 
 You will want to obey me.  It will excite you very much."
     "Yes," I said.
     "Yes, what?"
     "Yes, mistress."
     She patted my head.  "Very good, my slave.  Now, put on the 
panties."
     I hesitated.
     "What's the problem?"
     "I'm not sure I want to do this, mistress," I said.  I felt 
confused.
     "Of course you want to do this.  It's what you've always 
fantasized."  Her voice became more commanding.  "You WANT to do this."
     "I want to do this," I murmurred.  My confusion had vanished and I 
knew what I was to do.  I took the panties and stared at them.  They were 
lacy, covered with frills.
     "Rub it against your face.  It's what you want."
     I did as she commanding, rubbing the soft fabric against me.
     "It's exciting you very much, isn't it?"
     "Yes, mistress."
     "You want more than anything else to put them on you."
     "Yes, mistress."
     "Take off your clothes."
     I undressed rapdily, practically tearing my pants as I removed them. 
 I wanted my underwear off, to be replaced by the beautiful panties.  In 
a few moments, I was naked, my cock hard and throbbing.  I lowered the 
panties from my face.
     "Not yet," my mistress said.
     I hesitated.
     "First beg for it.  Beg for me to allow you to wear these beautiful 
panties."
     I felt the softness of the fabric, and it aroused me even more. 
"Please, mistress.  Let me wear these."
     "I don't think I will.  I think I may forbid it."
     I felt panic.  "No, mistress please.  I will do anything for you.  
Anything."
     "Anything?  Will you obey my every command?"
     "Yes, mistress."  I was hysterical.  I would have agreed to anything 
just to feel the soft fabric around my cock.
     "Will you be my slave?  My little sissy slave?"
     "ANYTHING, mistress."
     "Then you are now my slave."
     The command felt like a release.  "Your slave," I said, savoring the 
idea. 
     She smiled.  "You may put on the panties."
     "Oh, thank you!"  I was like a madman as I slid the panties on my 
legs.  It felt incredible.  My cock was the hardest it ever had been.  I 
reached for it.
     "Not yet," my wife . . . my MISTRESS said.  She held up the black 
lace bra.  "You want to wear this too."
     I DID want to wear it; she had told me I did and that was enough.  I 
reached for it.
     "Beg for this, too."
     I had no more inhibitions, no shame.  "Please, mistress.  Let me 
wear it.  I will be your slave forever."
     "Only sissies wear bras.  Are you a sissy?"
     "Of COURSE I'm a sissy, mistress.  You have commanded it.  I am your 
little sissy slave."
     "That's what you want, isn't it."
     I nodded.  "I can think of nothing that would make me happier."
     She smiled.  "Put it on."
     I fumbled, putting on the fabric.  "Oh, thank you," I said, feeling 
as though I would come any moment.
     She must have known what I was thinking.  "Not yet," she said.  
"Look in the mirror," she commanded.
     I did as she asked.  I saw myself, bra lying unfilled against my 
flat chest, the panties showing the bulge of my cock.
     "How does that look to you?"
     I couldn't decide.  'I don't know"
     "Yes, you do.  It looks beautiful.  And sexy."
     And I realized she was right. I felt very sexy.
     "You like wearing these clothes.  From now on, on my command, you 
will dress in these or any other woman's clothes I lay out for you.  It 
will be a special privelege.  You won't want to take them off."
     I saw myself in the mirror and knew that I wanted more than anything 
else to do what she said.
     "Now," my mistress said.  "On your hands and knees, sissy."
     I did as she asked.  She stood before me, now naked; I guess she had 
undressed while I was looking in the mirror.  Her pussy was just at eye 
level.
     "Crawl to me, slave," she said.
     I did as she commanded -- I couldn't concieve of doing anything else 
-- until I was inches from her cunt.
     "Now, she said, "eat me out, little sissy."
     I could not resist.  I buried my face in her pussy, licking like she 
was the most delicious thing in the world.  She moaned several times, and 
I felt her shudder beneath my tongue.
     "You are a very good little slave," she said, her breath fast.  "I'm 
about to come again.  You will come along with me."
     I reached for my throbbing cock.
     "No," she commanded.  "You will come without touching yourself."
     Nothing like that had ever happened to me before.   I nodded.  "I 
understand, mistress."
     "Now, keep eating me out."
     I did as I was commanded.  I don't know how long I kept at it, but 
finally, after several of her own orgasms, she whispered, "Now, come, my 
little slave."
     To my surprise, my cock spurted out come.  The orgasm was 
incredible.
     I lay on the floor, exhausted and sated.  "Thank you, mistress," I 
panted.
     "Now," my mistress said.  "You've stained your pretty panties, 
didn't you?"
     "Yes, mistress," I murmured.
     "Well, we can't have that.  Take them off, and lick the cum from 
them."
     That was going too far.  "Mistress . . . "
     She seemed to sense my reluctance.  "Sleep, darling.  Go to sleep.  
You want to listen to me and sleep.  So good.  So wonderful."
     I tried to fight her, but her voice was too insistant.  I feel 
deeper and deeper into the trance.
     "You want to obey me.  You NEED to obey me.  You will do whatever I 
ask of you, without question."  This went on for some time.  My last 
inhibitions seemed to float away as she spoke.  I no longer cared what I 
wanted.  She was my mistress, and I would obey her.
     "You love being a slave.  It makes you feel good whenever I remind 
you of it.  Do you understand?"
     I nodded.  "I am your slave, mistress.  I must obey you."
     She held up the cum-stained panties.  "Now, you will lick them 
clean, little slave."
     I took them and began licking.
     "They taste wondeful, don't they, slave?  It is the most delightful 
thing you've ever tasted -- next to my cunt, of course."
     I DID love the taste.  "Yes, mistress."
     "Thank me for this."
     "Mistress," I whispered.  "Thank you for forcing me to obey.  Thank 
you for the humiliation.  I am your slave and will do whatever you bid . 
. . "
     She smiled and kissed me gently.  "Such a good little slave," she 
said, patting my head.  "Now, darling. it's time to take off the 
clothes."
     I could think of nothing I wanted less.  "But . . . "
     "Take off the bra, slave."
     Once more, my desires no longer meant anything.  Even though I still 
wanted to wear these beautiful clothes, I meekly obeyed my mistress and 
removed them.
     "Tell me you love me, slave."
     "I love you, mistress."  I DID love her.
     "Now it is time for you to wake up.  When I say the words, 'wake up, 
darling,' you will come instantly awake, but you will not remember any of 
this.  You will only recall that we made love.  It will be a very 
pleasant memory.  And the next time I say "Go to sleep, darling,' you 
will return to your trance and obey my every whim.  Do you understand?"
     "I understand, mistress."
     She nodded.  "Wake up, darling."
     I woke up.  Mary was lying beside me, smiling.  "God," I said.  
"That was incredible."
     She smiled more.  "Wait until next time," she said.
     #
     Two nights later, I came home to find a man with her.
     "This is my lover," she said.  "His name is Frank."
     She spoke the words so matter-of-factly, that I wasn't sure I was 
hearing correctly.  "What are you . . .?"	
     She smiled.  "I told you.  Frank is my lover.  I am going to make 
love to him tonight.  If I feel like it, I may even want you to watch.  A 
few pointers never hurt." 
     It all sounded too weird fo me.  Frank just smiled at me, as though 
he knew all about it.
     "Are you crazy?  I don't know what kind of joke -- ."
     "Go to sleep, darling."
	I was unable to resist; I instantly went 
into a trance. I now recalled her hypnotizing me, putting me under, 
compelling me to obey her commands.  I remembered all she had me do.
     It didn't matter.  She was my mistress.  I smiled with happiness 
that I was going to serve her.
     "Are you happy, slave?" my mistress asked.
     "Very happy," I murmured.
     "Who are you?"
     I knew the answer well; it had been programmed into my soul.  "I am 
your little sissy slave.  I will do whatever you command."
     "God," Frank said.  "I didn't believe you when you told me this."
     "Oh, she's a perfect subject.  Very little will to begin with."  She 
kissed him, long and on the lips.  "Not like you."
     I stood quietly as they talked.  A part of me knew I was the subject 
of the discussion, but it was of no concern.  I felt happy, drifting 
peacefully, waiting to be told whatever my mistress commanded.
     She kissed Frank passionately, then looked at me.  "Now, slave, I 
will make you much happier.  I want you to go into the bedroom.  I have 
laid out special clothes for you."
     "Special clothes?" I said, already feeling the anticipation.  I 
remembered the feeling of the panties and bra.
     "Yes, little sissy.  You will find them very arousing.  You will 
want to put them on.  The sight of them will excite you beyond belief, 
and each item will add to your happiness.   You will become the role the 
clothes suggest. But you are forbidden to touch yourself or have an 
orgasm."
     I nodded and went to the bedroom.
     When I saw what was waiting for me, I gave a little gasp of delight. 
 There, on the bed, was the most darling little French maid's costume:  
black with tons of white frills.  A petticoat lay beside it, as was my 
own little black lace bra and panties.
     I dressed slowly, savoring the feeling of the cloth on my body.  The 
panties slipped over me. Beside it, I found foam rubber strap-on breasts, 
with cute pink nipples.  I happily put it on and then the bra.  The sight 
of my chest jutting out was like a glimpse of heaven.
     Next came the pantyhose, smoothing my legs.  I was surprised and 
thrilled at how feminine it made my legs.
     I took up the petticoats next.  For a moment, I hesitated, unsure of 
taking the step.  But my mistress had commanded it, and I could not 
disobey her.  Their frothiness only increased my excitement.  My cock was 
straining against the pretty soft fabric, but I did not touch myself.  My 
mistress had ordered me not to.
     Finally, I put on the uniform, straightening every seam.
     The final touch was a long, blonde wig.  I put it on, then took a 
look at myself in the mirror.
     I was beautiful.  I found it hard to believe it was me in the pretty 
uniform.  I felt georgeous, and totally sexualized, a woman ready to do 
whatever her mistress asked.
     I went downstairs.  Frank and Mary were on the couch.  They were 
kissing passionately.  Already she had slipped off her blouse; and he had 
his hand on her breast.
     A part of me felt hurt and betrayed by the sight.  But I was a maid, 
and I knew I had to behave as such.
     I curtseyed.  "Excuse me, mistress.  What would you like of me?"
     They looked up.  My mistress was smiling.  Frank took one look at 
me, and began to laugh.  "God," he said.  "What a sissy!"
     I smiled.  The word was a high compliment.  "Thank you," I said, 
curseying again.
     "What is he going to do?" Frank asked.
     "Oh, SHE's going to be our maid.  She'll do whetever we ask, won't 
you?"
     "Of course," I said.  "I am here to serve you.  Command me.  I want 
to make your visit pleasant."
     "Jesus," said Frank, "He . . . she's incredible.  All right, -- "
     "No," my mistress said.  "Not her male name.  That's not 
appropriate, is it?  She's a lady now, and needs a lady's name."  She 
thought for a moment.  "Your name is Georgette.  That seems a nice name 
for a pretty french maid, isn't it Georgette."
     I nodded, delighted that my mistress thought I was pretty.  "It's a 
very beautiful name.  I always wanted to be a Georgette."
     "God," Frank said.  "And he won't remember any of this?"
     "Not a moment.  Watch this.  Georgette, when I say 'wake up, 
Georgette,' you will return to your normal self, and will not remember 
any of what happend while you were in this trance.  In fact, whenever I 
say that phrase, you will always awake and forget."
     "I will forget," I murmured.
     "And whenever I say 'Go to sleep, Georgette,' you will return to 
this trance.  You will not resist.  You will want to be Georgette again. 
 It will make you feel very good.  Understand?"
     "I understand, mistress."
     "Now watch this," she said to Frank.  "Wake up, Georgette."
     I blinked awake.  I felt as if something was wrong, but couldn't put 
my finger on it.  Then I noticed my clothing.  "Mary, what's going on?"
     "Why nothing.  You just wanted to play the maid for Frank and me."
     "What?  Don't be ridiculous.  What the hell's going on here?"
     "I told you.  You are my sissy sex slave, and you've done this to 
amuse us."
     "I don't have any idea what you're talking about, and it's a pretty 
poor joke.  I don't know how you did this, but I'm taking it right off."
     "You are, are you?"
     "Of course I am.  What do you think I am?"
     "I think you're my sex slave," said Mary.  
     "That's the stupidest thing I ever -- "
     "Go to sleep, Georgette."
     In an instant, everything changed.  My anger faded away as though it 
had never existed, and my objections no longer mattered in the slightest. 
They seemed to be almost a sort of madness.  I felt soooo happy to be 
Georgette again.
     "Do you still want to take off your uniform?"
     Nothing could be further from my thoughts.  I couldn't imagine why I 
had ever said such things.  "Of course not, mistress.  I am your sissy 
slave.  I will obey your every whim."
     "Good," Mary said.  "Now, fix us drinks."
     I did as they asked, mixing the drinks and serving them.  
     My mistress sipped hers.  "This is terrible," she said."
     "Mistress, I -- "
     She rose up and slapped me on the face.  "You are a horrible little 
sissy.  Understand?  You must do everything to please us."
     "I know mistress."
     "I don't think you mean that.  Am I going to have to order you to 
remove those pretty clothes?"
     "Mistress," I gasped.  "You wouldn't."
     "Take off your clothes."
     My hands, almost of their own accord, reached to remove my beautiful 
dress.  "No, mistress," I said, almost in tears.  "I have been a very bad 
little sissy.  Please forgive me.  I want to serve you and Frank.  I will 
do whatever you ask.  I won't make a mistake again."
     Frank giggled.
     "Very good.  You may keep on the uniform."
     My hands stopped their movement.
     "Now, thank me for striking you."
     "I do thank you, mistress.  I deserved it."
     That seemed to satisfy her.  She turned to Frank.  "Your turn.  Give 
her an order.  She will obey you as she obeys me, won't you, Georgette?"
     "Yes, mistress," I said.
     "Oh, I don't know," Frank said.  "Dust the coffee table," he said.
     I curtseyed.  "Thank you," I said and went to get a cloth.
     I cleaned it well, knowing I should not disappoint my mistress with 
a sloppy job.
     My mistress said to Frank, "That's pretty tame.  Watch this.  
Georgette?"
     "Yes, mistress."
     "On your hands and knees."
     I did as she requested.
     "Now," she ordered.  "Bark like a dog."
     "Woof," I said.  "Woof."  It seemed perfectly natural to do this.
     "I can make you think you're a dog, Georgette.  I could make you 
forget all your human feelings and become a mere animal.  What do you 
think of that?"
     It didn't matter to me in the slightest.  "Whatever you command 
mistress."
     She turned to Frank.  "Would you like me to do it?"
     "Nah," he said.  "I have a better idea.  Georgette, we need a 
footrest."
     I began to rise.  "I'll go get -- "
     "No," Frank said.  "We want you to be the footrest.  Crawl over 
here."
     I did as he commanded.  He put his feet on my back.  Mary laughed, 
and did so, too.  The two of them returned to their lovemaking.
     And I felt lucky to be at their feet.  I wanted to kiss their shoes 
to thank them for the privilege.
     Finally, Mary said, "Frank and I would like to make love.  I want 
you to prepare the bed for us."
     I got up and curtseyed.  "Certainly, mistress."
     I went upstairs, turning down the covers on the bed, knowing my wife 
would soon be there with another man.  There was an oddness to the 
thought, but I ignored it.  I was serving my mistress.  
     I lit candles and put a spray of perfume in the air.  Then, as an 
afterthought, I sprayed some on me.  I wanted so much to be pretty.
     My mistress and Frank appeared in the doorway.  "Why, Georgette," 
she said.  "You've done very nicely."
     "Thank you, mistress."
     "You love me, don't you."
     "Yes, mistress."
     "And now you also love Frank."
     I looked at Frank.   This was something I had not considered.
     "Georgette," my mistress said, commanding mr.  "You LOVE Frank."
     There was no denying the feeling of warmth I got from looking at 
him.  I felt so happy.  "I love you," I said.
     "Kiss him," my mistress commanded.
     "Now, wait a minute," Frank said.
     "Oh, go ahead.  Play along with her."
     He hesitated, then shrugged.  "Come here, Georgette."
     I kissed him, full on the lips.  "I love you Frank," I said.  "I'm 
glad you're fucking Mary and not me."
     Frank laughed.  "So am I.  So's Mary."
     "Help us undress," my mistress said.
     I began with her first, removing the blouse and bra.  Her breasts 
were beautiful, and she ordered me to kiss them.  I did so lovingly,
     Then I helped her remove her pants and panties.  She ordered me to 
kiss her cunt, and I gladly obeyed.  "Thank you for the privelege, 
mistress."
     She smiled and I felt tremendously content.  "Now, help Frank off 
with his clothes."
     Frank had already removed his shirt and pants.  I knelt down in 
front of him and lowered his underwear.
     "Look up," my mistress commanded.
     I did as she asked.  Frank's cock was inches in front of my face.  
It was half-erect, and looked enormous.
     "It is extremely erotic, isn't it Georgette."
     I nodded.  I could feel my own cock harden in response to the sight.
     "Mary, . . . "
     "Just a moment.  Kiss it, Georgette."
     Before Frank could pull away, I placed a gentle kiss on the tip of 
his cock.  The warmth of it made my lips tingle.
     "Hey!" he said.
     "That's enough, Georgette.  Stand up."
     I rose to my feet, with an odd reluctantance.
     "Now," my mistress said, going to Frank and rubbing herself against 
him.  "We are going to make love."
     "I will leave the room, mistress."
     "That won't be necessary.  I want you to watch.  Tell him what he 
needs to do."  She paused as she ran her hand along Frank's side.  "On 
second thought, that won't be necessary.  You alway were a rotten lover. 
 You never could satisfy me.  That's why I did this to you."
     "Thank you, mistress.  I love what you've done to me."
     She smiled and began making love to Frank.
     She was right.  He was a much better lover than I.  I watched as he 
caressed her breasts, kissed my wife's nipples, touched her body, her 
cunt.
     I kept being aroused by the sight of Frank's cock.  She knelt down 
and began sucking it, smiling as she did so.
     She had never liked doing that to me.
     He entered her and they began making love.  It went on for a long 
time; Mary moaned and shuddered into two orgasms.
     As they fucked more, Mary looked at me and said, "Wake up, 
Georgette."
     I came to myself, completely disoriented, wondering what I was doing 
in the bedroom.  Then the sound of fucking grabbed my attention.  Mary, 
in bed with another man!  A feeling of shock and betrayal and anger went 
through me.  I stepped toward them.
     "Go to sleep, Georgette."
     The feeling passed.  I felt wonderful seeing my mistress and Frank 
get it on.
     "Take out your cock, Georgette," Mary said, her breath coming 
faster.
     I pulled down my panties to get at it.  I was hard as a rock.
     "Now play with it.  When Frank comes, so will you."
     I started to masturbate.  They watched me as they were fucking, Mary 
with a superior smirk on her face.
     Frank came, and so did I.  My cum spurted across the room, the warm 
wet drops landing on Mary and Frank. 
     "Oh, God," I said, my soul filled with happiness.  "Thank you, 
mistress.  Thank you.  Thank you."
     Mary had me clean them off.  I did so, wiping off my cum with a 
warm, wet washcloth.  I did the same for Frank's lovely cock.  I never 
felt so happy in all my life.
     #
     Nothing happened for several days.  I had these strange dreams and 
bizarre images of being dressed in woman's clothing, and wondered what 
the hell my subconscious was doing.
     On Saturday morning, Mary said the words again.  "Go to sleep, 
Georgette."
     I felt like I had finally been allowed to be myself again.  I 
smiled.  "Mistress, what do you have for me?"  I curseyed for her.
     She smiled.  "Frank is coming over soon.  I want you to put on your 
uniform."
     "Certainly mistress."
     "And Georgette, no matter how aroused you get, you will be unable to 
have an orgasm until I say you may.  In fact, from now on, I will be in 
complete control.  You will come only when I say you may.  Understand?"
     "I understand."  I felt like I had been freed of a tremendous 
burden.  Now my pleasure was in the control of my mistress.
     "Good," she said.  "Because I want you to come right now."
     My cock wasn't even hard when she gave the command and I wanted to 
protest, but I found to my surprise and delight, it stiffened in an 
instant.  "Mistress," I whispered.
     "Come, Georgette."
     Not two seconds after she said the word, a delicious orgasm came 
over me as I pumped my load into the pretty panties.  "Thank you, 
mistress," I whispered.
     She seemed satisfied.  She told me to leave on my wet panties and to 
serve them all night.
     I curtseyed.  "Of course, mistress.  I will."
     I served them well that night; they did not criticise me in the 
slightest as I brought them their meal, helped them undress.  They gave 
me the pleasure of watching them make love again, although this time I 
was not allowed to touch myself.
     Afterward, Mary began to speak.  "You feel good.  You feel relaxed 
and good.  You are falling asleep.  You are falling into a deep sleep."
     I was confused.  I was already in my trance.
     Then I realized she was talking to Frank.
     I could see his eyes drooping.  For a moment, it looked like he was 
going to fight her, but the eyes shut.  His face was completely peaceful.
     "You are asleep.  You will open your eyes, but remain asleep.  When 
I could to ten, you will open your eyes but remain asleep.  Understand?"
     "I understand," he murmured in a soft, sleepy voice.
     She got him to open his eyes.  His face had the same relaxed 
expression of sleep, as though he was miles away.  And happy.  So happy.
     "When I say 'wake up, Frank,' you will wake up, feeling very 
refreshed.  You will feel completely normal, but you will forget one 
thing.  You will forget Georgette is a man.  You will only think of her 
as a woman.  Do you understand?"
     "Yes," he mumbled.
     "Georgette."
     "Yes, mistress."
     "You love him, don't you?"
     "Yes, mistress."
     "You will want to suck his cock, then."
     I hesitated.  This was going too far, a small voice said to me.
     "Georgette?"
     "Mistress, I . . . I . . . "
     "Go to sleep, Georgette," she said, understanding.  "Deeper and 
deeper.  Deeper and deeper."
     I felt myself drifting away.  It was as though I were an observer as 
she talked me deeper.  My concerns meant nothing.
     "You like sucking cock.  It is a perfectly natural feeling.  You 
have done it many times.  You are remembering those times."
     "I remember," said a voice that I supposed was mine, but it was far 
away.  So far away . . .  Even though it had never happened -- I never 
would have considered such a thing -- I "recalled" having a man's cock 
coming in my mouth.  It had been so erotic. . . .
     "You love Frank.  You want to give him pleasure."
     "I love him."
     "Tell him that."
     I looked at Frank.  His face was still slack, in a trance, but I 
said, "I love you."
     "Will you suck his cock now?"
     "Yes, mistress."  I wanted it more than anything I've ever wanted.
     "Good," she said.  "Now, Frank, remember that Georgette is a woman."
     "A woman."
     "Nothing you see, nothing you notice will make you think otherwise. 
 When you wake up, you will only think of Georgette as a woman.  You will 
remember kissing her.   You will find her extremely desireable.  
Understand?"
     Frank nodded, the smile still on his face.
     "Wake up, Frank."
     Frank blinked away.  He smiled.  "That's nice."
     I moved to him and kissed him.  "I can make it much nicer."  My hand 
reached down to caress his cock.
     Frank grinned.  "Go ahead," he said.
     I began to caress it more, my hand moving up and down the shaft.  It 
felt good to do it.  I could feel it become hard under my grip.
     I knelt down.  It was big and I felt nothing but pleasure at the 
sight.  Then I took it in my mouth.  The motion excited me almost as much 
as it did him.  I licked the tip, the sides, kissing and moving my lips 
up and down it.
     "Faster, Georgette," my mistress commanded.
     I did as she bid, happy to obey.  Once she woke me up in the middle, 
and I nearly gagged at the realization of what I was doing, but she put 
me under once more, and the feeling passed.
     Frank came, the cum squirting hard against the back of my throat.  
There was too much for me to swallow and it dribbled out onto my chin.
     I went to wipe it, but my mistress said, "Leave it there."
     I nodded.
     "Wow," Frank said.  "She's really something."
     Mary smiled.  "Why don't you give Georgette some fun?  Eat out her 
cunt."
     I was surprised; I felt sure that Frank would come to his senses.  
But he smiled at me and pulled down my panties.
     My cock stood out in front of his face.  He smiled as he kissed it. 
 "My," he said.  "Hot and wet for me already."  His eyes seemed to have a 
glassy look as he took me in his mouth.  He really  believed he was 
eating a woman's pussy!
     He sucked me off slowly, making my cock rise.  I pulled his head to 
me and he just smiled.
     "That's it, Georgette," my mistress said.  "Now, come."
     I spurted my hot cum into his waiting mouth.  "I love you, 
mistress," I screamed.
     Frank smiled.  I could see my cum dribbling from his mouth, but he 
didn't even seem to notice.
     Frank left an hour later.  My mistress smiled one more time when the 
two of us were alone.  "Now, Georgette," I have one more command for 
you."
     "Anything, mistress."
     "In a moment, I will wake you up.  Only this time, you will remember 
everything that has happened to you.  Understand.  You will remember it 
all."
     "I will remember."
     She kissed me gently, then said, "Wake up, Georgette."
     I blinked.  Everything was a clear memory now, every moment.  I 
remembed dressing in women's clothes, calling Mary "Mistress," and 
sucking cock.  I remembered it all.
     I looked at myself, still wearing the maid's outfit. still tasthing 
Frank's cum on my tongue.
     "Well?" Mary said.  "What do you say?"
     I rememberd everything:  the orgasms, the desire to obey her every 
whim.
     I smiled at her.  "Please, mistress," I said, curtseying to begin my 
new life.  "Call me Georgette."