Sissy Hypnosis Treatment For MILF Loving Sluts♕

Sissy Hypnosis Treatment For MILF Loving Sluts

Sissy hypnosis is my dirty little secret. Back in the glory days of Tumblr, I fingered my sweet pussy to so much porn. I had three accounts. One was my personal account, but the other two were X-rated. I had my monster fucking blog full of orc dick and unicorn strap-ons ( Oh, I miss THAT Tumblr ). My other one, of course, was sissy hypnosis.

How did I end up pegging my first sissy slut?

You’ll Never Get Your Manhood Back.

He was my early college boyfriend. The warning signs were there, but I didn’t notice them at first. When I started diving further into hypnosis, I began to see similarities between him and the guys on my sissy hypnosis Tumblr blog. I dreamed about fucking his tight ass but refrained from asking. That wasn’t something you’d just ask; it’s something you do.

A few weeks later, we went to his family’s home for dinner. It was a nice place, but I could see where he got his submissive slut tendencies. His step-mom seemed to be a strict domme, which only turned me on more as the night went on. Sissy Tom didn’t notice his stepmother’s assertive nature and had an oblivious smile.

I spilled wine on my white skirt, and his step-mom told me that there was a stain removal pen on her nightstand. I thanked her and headed up to the master bedroom to grab it. My foot bumped something under the bed as I opened the nightstand drawer. Curious, I reached down and grabbed a fat purple dildo vibrator in silk. In light of my discovery, my brain raced with thoughts of sissy hypnosis.

Tom came up to ask what was taking so long, but I waved the unwrapped dildo towards him. In shock, he shut the door behind him to ask what I was doing. “Looks like Mrs. Cindy still gets a soaking pussy.” Sissy Tom’s face was red.

“Sirena! You need to put that back,” he whispered, but I could see he was flustered.

“I’m not putting it back, but you can.” I passed him the toy, and he tossed it back on the bed like it burned. “Oh, don’t be a pussy!”

Sissy Hypnosis Training At Your Fingertips With Sirena

The whole ride home, I thought up an idea for my sissy hypnosis Tumblr blog. Nothing is better than sharing your victories with the web. Besides, sissy Tom just needed to admit he was a little cunt. So, when I got to our room, I switched into cute lingerie and lounged on the edge of the bed.

When Tom came in, he was interested in the scene, and I sensually told him to come over. He felt my electric pull and sat on the edge with me. He noticed the heart pendant necklace between my breasts, but didn’t recognize that my perfume was his mother’s. I ran my finger up and down the chain, starting my sissy hypnosis plot. He followed my fingers up and down the necklace, his vision getting hazy from the repetition.

“Do you like my perfume?” I asked him and pulled him to me.

He shuddered out a meek, “Yes.” as I giggled in his ear.

I continued, “It’s like my love nectar. Isn’t that a lovely word, Tom? Nectar.” I rolled the word around on my tongue. Each syllable passed like butter over my lips as I pushed my tits to his face. “It almost makes you want to do anything a say.” His confirmation was barely a hum in my ear.

I pulled back, leaving him reeling for my heat, and pulled Mrs. Cindy’s toy out of my purse. Tom froze and started to panic. Totally cute, but I wanted to take this to the next level. I leaned in, dildo in hand like a wand, as Tom started crawling back. Instead of letting him crawl away, I moved on top of him and touched the toy to his lips.

Using A Keyword Makes Sissy Hypnosis Work Like A Charm

The sissy hypnosis went into effect quickly. I pushed the toy around his lips, but Tom started begging for it. I squeezed his chin to open his mouth and slid it in. Brushing his tongue against the dildo, I worried he might come out of the trance, but he shut his lips around it and started sucking it down.

“You want this Dildo in your little princess fuck hole?” I moved his hands to hold the toy as my own moved down to his waistband.

“Please,” he begged.

“You have to say it. Say what you want. I wanna hear you SAY IT!” He knew what needed to be done. Finally, he obeys, and I pull his pants down to reveal his puckered hole.

“I want my step-mom’s dick! Fuck me with Mrs. Cindy’s dirty dick!” That was all I needed to hear.

Have you had sissy hypnosis training? It goes over so well, and you will never remember a time you had free will. Call and see what I mean.