Ch 00 My Hypnotized Sissy Son Prologue

All of my characters are of +18 age.

All characters are fictional just like the story.

Call me Maisie or GM, as you prefer. This is the prologue to a little story that came out of a sleepless night. I'm not an expert in writing and much less an expert in English, since my language is Spanish, so I apologize for all the mistakes you may see.

I'm just doing this for fun, so please enjoy and let me know what you think!

**My sissy son hypnotized.**

I was almost mesmerized by what was happening in front of me. Kneeling in front of the sofa where my son was I kept looking at the tip of my son's hard pink cock poking out of a pair of tight pink panties.

It was slowly starting to get wet with pre-cum and creating little clear lines all along its length. Careful not to make a mistake, like letting him cum, I ran the tip of my little finger along my son's frenulum. Which caused him to spasm instantly, his thighs tightened, his cock throbbed furiously, his hips lifted and moved closer to my fingers to get some relief, but I quickly withdrew my finger from his cock.

-Perfect- I said proudly as I sat up. I took a couple of steps back to admire the obscene scenery.

There was my son, sitting on the couch dressed in nothing but a pair of pink panties and a pair of long, tight stockings that came down to his thighs. Hands were clamped behind his back with a pair of handcuffs, from his nipples hung a pair of black clamps with a small chain linking them together.

His face was a poem out of some sick dream of a depraved man. His eyes were almost blank staring at the screen in front of him, his mouth wide open with his tongue hanging out and a trickle of saliva hanging and dripping from it. On his head he had placed a pair of headphones to make the hypnosis process more intense without leaving room for outside interference.

That was my son at night, every day I made him go through sessions of sissy hypnosis, humiliation and degradation over and over again, I fucked him like crazy with my strap-on and when I was done with him I took him to take a shower and then to bed.

I was always sure that the next day he would not remember anything that had happened.

But before I get to this point I need to go back a few months, to be more precise 1 week before my little one's 19th birthday. Oh, and you might want to know a little bit about me, right?

Well, my name is Lilit, I'm 38 years old and I'm from a small town in the middle of nowhere, surrounded by mountains and thick forests. It's a pretty quiet place where nothing happens, which has led many young people to the same conclusion "the best chance one has here is to turn 18 and run to buy a ticket to one of the nearest cities". Although in reality the nearest city is almost 4 hours away.

That never bothered me much, especially me who was always calm and reserved, I loved and still love the woods, the silence, the morning mist and in general the quiet little town that had always been this place. So I saw many of my friends who begged me to go with them to the city, but in the end I rejected them all. I had rejected everyone and everything until that idiot approached me with a big bouquet of roses on Valentine's Day....

Anyway, I think I was just telling you about myself... I am a proudly single mother, I have been man-free for over 18 years now and until today I have not needed to turn to a man to quench any mundane need that may arise, after all there is nothing a little vibrator can't solve, perhaps much better than a real piece of meat could.

By the time I turned 18 I was sure of what my life would be like, refusing to leave town my mother inherited me a grocery store in the middle of town, the only store in the whole town. Everything seemed to be going well until I met an idiot whose name I don't want to remember.

Let's just say I was going through a rough couple of weeks at the time and I was really vulnerable.... I hate being vulnerable... Then this guy came to the store, first he came like any regular customer, first 2 or 3 times a week and then he started coming every day. In the end the guy tried to seduce me several times and several times I turned him down, until Valentine's Day....

I don't want to say it was a romance of young lovers, in fact it was just a one-night stand. At dawn I was lying there on my bed, my body dirty and my room a mess, and the guy? Well, he wasn't there, the idiot had left before I woke up.

In my foolish girl naivety I tried to wait for him at the store, but he never came back, he had gone to town and, to top it off, he had pregnant me up.... Yeah, maybe now you know why I do what I do with my bastard. Not that I minded much really, seeing him humiliated and degraded to that level I actually found it quite amusing.

When my son was born I was sickened to learn he was a boy, I didn't want to receive him from the doctor, let alone see him anywhere near me. In general his whole childhood had been relatively normal, I just took care of him as legally as possible.

Although I never felt really attached to him and all, his life I devoted myself to undermining his self-confidence, I think that amused me.

So when he turned 18 and graduated from high school he came to me begging me to let him go to the city to go to University. I knew he was a smart kid, but the idea of spending more than necessary on someone I didn't care for didn't appeal to me.

In the end I ended up convincing him to stay. -I said, "Honey, you know I'm alone here, I have little money and sales are not going well. Sending you away would only ruin me and I wouldn't be able to support you with the college payments." All that was a lie. Being the only grocery store in town, I was making a lot of money and I had a couple of thousand dollars in the bank so I could have sent you to the best university in the state.

-Why don't you stay here? You can help me in the store and when I'm gone you can stay with it.- I tried to sound as sweet as possible, something that even he was surprised because my treatment had always been cold and distant.

After weeks of back and forth I managed to convince him to stay, there were a couple of cries and I can't deny that I liked that.

When everything was decided I started to employ him in the store, at first I only gave him basic tasks such as sweeping, cleaning the windows, arranging the products and cleaning the toilet, I found really exciting this. I had never let him attend to the customers, let alone handle the money, I had my son financially neutered.

I never gave him money unless it was just to buy essentials for school, his clothes or food, and he always needed to show that he had spent it on that and if there was a dollar left over I would take it from him -I need it, the store is not doing well, baby.-. It was my favorite excuse.

Everything was going that way until a week before his 19th birthday, when everything changed.

A girl, a slut from the clothing store down the street had started coming to see my son very often. At first I wasn't worried because Jon was in fact a shy virgin nerd, and I doubted he would be able to carry on a relatively normal conversation with a woman other than me, even if that included a skinny ugly girl like that one.

When I began to see that they were getting along I immediately butted in.

-You are forbidden to talk to that girl! Don't you ever speak to her again, do you hear me?-. No one was going to take my son away from me, if a woman was going to bother him it was me and no one else.

As usual with boys, that didn't work and in the end I caught him holding hands with that whore! My first impulse was to run to them and separate them, yell at the bitch to leave my son alone and take him away. Instead I held back and planned my vengeance, if a girl was going to be with Jon it would be me and if Jon started getting those nasty sexual urges like his father's then I would cover for them.