"Bark like a dog!"
"Arf! Arf! Arf!"
"Bark like a big dog!"
"Woof! Woof!"
The intimate audience laughed, clapped and cheered at the unknowing girl. Mistress Hypno was in command of three females and one male; me. Darlene our party host had hired her for entertainment at her home. Someone had video-ed it. So now at home, I'm watching the post for the fourth time on my 72" Smart TV. I am sitting on my chesterfield, dressed in only my undies: pink bra and panties, stockings, garters and high heels.
Unlike the three females, I didn't want to volunteer but when Mistress Hypno eyed me, it was like I had no will and stepped forward. All of us were under in literally a snap. Mistress started out with stupid party tricks: bark like a dog, forget how to spell or count, frozen limbs, etc. Things escalated.
Mistress did the "you are now experiencing the greatest orgasm you have ever experienced" shtick. Even with me just watching, made me quasi-experience it again. The re-living was still so strong, it actually made me cum the previous three times I replayed it. In the video, someone pointed at my crotch. "Look! He's got an erection!"
Things at the party got worse. Mistress released her hypnotic hold on the three girls and then keyed on me. "Your name is no longer Jerry. You are no longer a boy. You are a girl. Your name is now Jeannie. Repeat."
"My name is no longer Jerry. I am no longer a boy." I repeated in a coma like tone. "I am a girl. My name is now Jeannie."
"Good. Now Jeannie. We're going to go through your morning routine." She started. "You have just woken up and sitting up on the edge of your bed."
I sat straight up in the chair in the middle of Darlene's living room. In my mind, I was in my apartment; in my bedroom; on the edge of my bed. I stretched and yawned as if I just had got up. The people surrounding me were all laughing and howling.
"Good. Now it's time for your morning shower." Mistress Hypno related. "Take of your pretty pink nightie and panties and go have your shower."
The room fell silent. To everyone shock and awe, I watched myself strip off my clothes. Naked and in the middle of the living room, I pretended to shower. I felt great as my body was sprayed with the hot water streaming down upon me. I soaped my body. Then one hand cupped and cradled my breasts while the other hand was between my legs fingering my pussy. I moaned as I pinched and pulled at my nipples. I spasmed as I had a mini-climaxed.
Instructed to dry off, Mistress offered me a towel. I wrapped it around my head like a turban and returned to my bedroom. By now a number of the party goers no longer watched or they had left.
"Very good, Jeannie. Now it's time to get dressed." Mistress continued. "Here's your pretty pink bra. Put it on."
I took the imaginary bra and placed it on my chest, reaching around to hook the eyes in back of me. After adjusting the straps over my shoulders, I reached inside each of the cups and adjusted my big boobs to create a deep cleavage.
The audience that remained were dead silent. A couple had their mouths gaped at the sight of a naked me pretending to get dressed. A few more shook their heads and left as Mistress handed me some invisible panties. In my mind, they were a matching pretty pink with a pink bow in the front.
"All proper ladies were stockings and garters. You are a proper lady. Here are your stockings and garters. Put them on." Mistress Hypno handed me my invisible hosiery.
I sat back down on the chair. I watched myself roll up the nylons, slide them over my pointed toes and up my legs. I repeated my actions with the other stocking. Mistress didn't describe the garter belt, but as I watch myself on the screen, I clipped my stocking tops; one in the front, one on the side and one stretched around the back over my thigh. It was like I had always done it on every other morning.
"I'm very impressed Jeannie! A six strip garter belt." Mistress grinned evilly. She had me pretend to paint my face and finish dressing; a white angora sweater and pleated poodle skirt. "Don't forget your shoes! Here are some high heels to put on."
I recalled slipping on the stiletto heels and standing up. I looked at myself into a pretend mirror and I thought how pretty I looked even though Mistress Hypno had given me no instructions of how I was to appear. While I had no shoes on, I stood on my toes as if I did. They made my five foot four stature about four inches taller. My shapely legs disappeared under my short skirt. The sweater hugged my flat tummy and accentuated my big breasts. My long blond hair framed my alluring facial features: blue eyes, high cheek bones and plump, red lips.
"You look gorgeous, Jeannie. And ready for your date!" Mistress told me. She snapped her fingers and one of the previously hypnotised girls stepped forward. Mistress whispered something in her ear and then said to me aloud. "Jeannie. Your master, Anthony has just arrived home. He has missed you after a long absence and is horny for you. It is your job to please him."
The girl was an attractive five-nine, blond. In my mind I looked at a much taller, very handsome, dark haired male. I could feel my pussy get excited any wet. Someone pointed at my crotch and commented on my leaking pre-cum.
I immediately dropped to my knees and pretended to pull down his zipper. I reached inside and freed his hard and hefty, eight inch, uncut cock. I opened my mouth wide and closed my lips around his thick shaft. My head moved back and forth until his knob hit the back of my throat and I had reached his base.
Mistress snapped her fingers.
Anthony slipped his cock from my mouth. He helped me onto my feet and pointed me to the chair. I bent forward and placed my hands on the seat. Anthony lifted the back of my skirt and pulled down my panties. He took hold of his cock which now looked even bigger and positioned the tip against my asshole. He was nice enough not to just ram it in, but gently pushed it inside of me.
I felt my sphincter slowly stretch and give way as more and more of it slid in. By the time Anthony's hips press against my bum, I had already cum twice. As he shoved it in harder, I could feel it in my belly.
Anthony started slowly at first and then pick up in rhythm until he was slamming his hips into me. Mistress Hypno snapped her fingers again. Anthony's balls exploded, filling me with his cum deep into my bowels. I screamed in ecstasy as I came harder than I had ever before. Then we both collapsed on the floor.
