Freedom is Slavery (29 page)

"The way you feel about men?"

"Yes! Especially that!"

"Oh, don’t be coy. Don’t try to tell me that you don’t enjoy that. I’ve been with you all your life. I know everything you’ve ever thought and all of your fantasies. I’ve been there as you’ve jacked off thinking of the jock who saw you naked at the gym. I’ve felt you get hard while watching porn, not because of the women but because of the men. I’m simply doing all of the things you’ve always wanted to do but never would."

Normally I’d be concerned if a patient of mine were having such a heated conversation with themselves while staring in a mirror. Yet, this is exactly how I knew this would happen. I had found Wendy inside of Louis during an early hypnosis session. I could picture her as a little girl, a lost urchin starving and shaking from fear hidden amongst trappings of macho bullshit that Louis had piled on over the years, trying to keep Wendy repressed.

I found the little girl and helped raise her, so to speak. I knew that her presence was the key to Louis’s personality and so many of the issues he couldn’t resolve. How could he? He was denying himself—much like he was dong now.

Tonight I hoped to resolve some of the conflict between the masculine and feminine sides of Louis’s personality and allow the feminine to win. I was sissifying him, giving Wendy the upper hand. I didn’t want to eradicate Louis from existence, rather, I wanted to torment him with his own desires. Wendy embodied those painfully frightening feelings and she was my greatest ally in this process.

"Wendy, perhaps you should show Louis just exactly what he needs," I chimed in. I could tell that they were at an impasse and I hoped this tilted the scales. My powers of persuasion and hypnosis could only go so far, even with the farther-reaching hypnotic triggers that had been set up by his aunt when he was a boy. She was the person who kept Wendy alive through Louis’s sexual awakening and initial subjugation but her training of Louis ceased when she had to move to the West Coast, leaving him adrift.

Dr. Herzog knew exactly what I needed to do to show Louis that I was his true face.

I heard the pleasantly familiar buzz from Dr. Herzog’s intercom, letting her husband, Charles, know that his services were needed. Or, rather, that he was needed to be serviced. I’ve only had a few dozen men with which to compare him, but Charles was my most favorite. I love the way he makes me feel. If anything, I think I have gotten a little crush on him. I hope Dr. Herzog doesn’t mind.

I walked over to the center of the room with Louis walking with me. I tried to kneel where Charles liked me to be but my knees were locked.

"No, I won’t!" Louis shouted.

"But you want to," I said.

"No, I don’t!"

I closed my eyes and thought of all the men that the Herzogs had introduced me to. The wonderful feelings that they gave me and how they satisfied the cravings that I had had for my entire life. I heard their moans mixed with mine. I felt the physical feelings, yes—the hard heat in my mouth and pussy—but also the satisfaction of pleasing.

Into my hand I felt the hot hardness that I loved so much. It was like touching an electric fence. The world stopped and a jolt traveled through my body. I opened my eyes to see Charles standing in front of me, towering over me, his hand over mine, over his erection.

"This," I said, "is what you need. Can’t you feel it? Won’t you bend to it?"

I could feel Charles’s pulse pounding through his sex. My mouth was watering and I felt my clit get hard in my panties. Moreover, I could feel Louis’s resolve weakening. He wanted Charles’s cock. He needed this because I did.

I sank now to my knees. Hesitant, shaky, but down I went. I trailed my hand over Charles’s sex, tracing the ridge around the head of his massive cock. I heard a groan, looked to Charles, and realized it wasn’t him making the noise. It was coming from my mouth... it was Louis groaning, feeling the desire that burned inside of me... of us.

Normally, I’d have had my lips wrapped around Charles by now but I wanted to take it slow and easy to let Louis realize just how wonderful servicing a man could be; how marvelous a cock is. I could feel my mouth watering as my fingers played across the ridged surface, feeling the velvet soft mushroom head, running a finger down along the underside of his tool to the base.

I leaned forward and took in the strong heady scent of manhood. It was intoxicating. My eyes closed as I moved closer, my mouth opening. Then I stopped and forced my eyes open. I wanted Louis to see everything, experience it all. I looked at him in the mirror with his own Charles there, cock standing at attention in his hands. As I leaned forward, so did he. Our eyes were locked as we licked the tip of Charles’s cock, tasting the salty sourness of man.

We opened our mouths wider and, likewise, Louis opened his eyes wider. I could see the fright there.

It’s all right,
I thought to him.
I’ll be here to guide you. You’re safe.

And with that, we took Charles into our mouth, feeling the bulbous head roll over our lips and onto our tongue. The soft hardness filling our eager mouths. We heard him moan and felt the satisfaction that comes with pleasing. This made us move our heads further onto him.

Usually Charles likes to put a hand in my hair and direct me as I suck him but this time he just let me lead Louis through the experience. I wanted him to savor every inch and every sensation.

I can’t believe I’m doing this
, thought Louis.

"This is what you were born to do," I told him. "You were made for making men happy. You were born to suck cock." With that, I leaned in even closer, taking Charles as deep as I could without gagging. A few faint wisps of his pubic hair tickled my nose.

I began moving my head back and forth along his shaft, slowly easing him in and out, wanting to go faster but hesitant to scare Louis.

Without warning, however, I felt my head moving quicker. It wasn’t me doing this. It was Louis. I smiled inwardly and knew that we had just made a breakthrough.

A low moan came from deep within as Louis took Charles deeper than I had felt comfortable going before. The hunger had him. He needed to feel more, to know what it meant to feel that emptiness filled. Our throat worked, swallowing Charles as deeply as we could.

Charles joined with his own moan and swore under his breath as Louis worked his cock like he was born to it, just as I had told him, just as I knew.

Usually I can tell when Charles is climaxing from the forceful way he fucks my face, pumping as deep as he can. But perhaps something about Louis’s mouth was different for Charles simply let out another low, guttural moan before unleashing a flood into our mouth. This was Louis’s first taste of cum and swallowed it down with demanding thirst.

Spent, Charles pulled out and I heard Louis say, "I want more." I knew that he had joined me and I began to feel whole for the first time in a long time.

"Wendy?" Dr. Herzog asked, "Is Louis still here?"

"He’s somewhere inside of me, Doctor. He’s content and knows that I am the real person that he always needed to be."

She smiled and told me that when I wasn’t called forth from Louis’s subconscious that I would be much more present in his life. More than fleeting effeminate gestures, he would feel far more like the girl he truly is. I would be calling more of the shots. He would feel my hunger and be a cockslut. He would be this way because I am this way.

I was in California for a conference. It was deathly dull and my evenings were filled with lonely hours at the hotel bar followed by flipping through TV channels, reading, and then bed. This daily routine was disrupted on the third evening by a knock at the door followed by a note being slid underneath.

Oh, great, the hotel must think I’m checking out tomorrow
, I thought, picturing some confused phone calls to the front desk.

Rather than a bill, what I found was a handwritten note that read: ‘In front of your hotel. 7PM. Red Camry. Male driver. Get in back. Speak when spoken to.’

It was signed DW and I knew who it was from. I also knew that I had to obey.

As promised, there was a red Camry outside of my hotel the next day at 7PM. I went to it and the rear passenger door opened. Crawling inside I was greeted by a taut, tanned, tiny woman with an amazing body and sparkling emerald eyes. Her driver was a large, well-hewn man with a long goatee. He kept his eyes on the road and pulled out once I had shut my door. It took a lot for me not to engage in pleasantries. I knew that I was in relatively "safe" hands as DW would never put me in harm’s way. This was to be a long-distance lesson from her.

"My sources tell me that you’re hiding something," the woman purred.

"I’m not sure I know what you mean," I replied truthfully.

"Okay, we can play it that way." She handed me a blindfold and I donned it.

We sat in silence for a while as the miles ticked by. She told me that her name was Mistress C and told me that I needed to breathe deeply as she put something over my face, covering my mouth and nose. I heard a slight hiss and caught the unmistakable scent of nitrous oxide. My head felt very light and my eyelids heavy. I don’t remember much after that.

When I awoke sometime later, I was sitting on a stage looking into an empty auditorium. Still bleary, I don’t know what I realized first: that I was bound to a chair or that I was wearing a French maid’s outfit. I struggled with my bonds, trying to see where I was bound and if I could get loose. My legs were tied to the legs of the heavy wooden chair. My arms were bound in a sleeve uncomfortably behind my back. Moreover, I found that I was not wearing anything under my skirt though something was clamped to my testicles.

A door opened somewhere behind me and I felt a tingle in my balls. Heavy heels clicked and each "clop" sent a jolt through me. As the noise got louder, the sensation increased until it was bordering on pain.

From behind me Mistress C said, "I’m speaking to the person inside of Louis. Her name is Wendy. I want Wendy. I want Wendy to come out and play."

I felt something flowing through me, out of me. At the same time, I felt like a flower blooming, petals unfolding. Her words penetrated me and brought something out. Was that just nitrous oxide or some kind of hallucinogenic? Regardless, I was feeling less and less like myself.

"Are you here?" she asked me, her breath hot on my neck.

"I am here," I replied, my voice higher and lighter than it ever had been before.

She laughed wickedly and came around to stand in front of me. Even more gorgeous than before, she was wearing a short leather skirt and a bodice that made her ‘cups runneth over.’ On her long tan legs she wore mid-calf leather boots that I got a good look at when she placed one on my chest and pushed it against me. She had me kiss the tip before putting it back on the floor with a clunk that sent shocks through me.

"Well, welcome, Wendy. I hear that you don’t get out to play too often, is that true?"

"Yes, Ma’am!" I cried.

She ‘tsked’ and corrected me. "I’m not your school teacher, I’m your Mistress. Now, try again."

"Yes, Mistress!"

"That’s better. Well, I’m glad that you’re here to play. I’ve heard a lot about you and I look forward to seeing if the rumors are true."

She laughed and clapped her hands twice. To my visible reaction she said, "Do you like my toy, Wendy? It’s a TENS (Transcutaneous Electrical Nerve Stimulation) device that I have set to react to sound. It’s quite sensitive... ISN’T IT?" As she yelled the last two words I felt another bolt go through me and gritted my teeth in response.

"Yes, Mistress!"

She nodded and grabbed one of my nipples under my top and gave it a wicked pinch and twist. "Good... don’t forget it." She held onto it, getting tighter before releasing me and laughing at my gasping pain.

She disappeared behind me again and I noticed her male sub was now in the auditorium, the sole member of the audience. She returned with a crop and started swatting at my bare thighs. The cracks activated the TENS, sending little shocks through me that seemed to meet those from my thighs like two sets of ripples meeting each other in a pond. She lifted up my top and started swatting my nipples, harder now. I tried to not cry out but couldn’t help it. Each swat was a stinging agony as it accompanied the blast of electricity.

Without warning she plopped down on one of my legs, her thighs around mine and caressed my face. "Such a pretty face, Wendy. I love the way your makeup turned out with your Clara Bow lips. They’ll look so sweet around my cock..." She laughed again and traced her fingernail over my lips before pushing her finger into my mouth. I sucked on it eagerly. Her other hand went under my top and pinched my nipple again. I sucked even harder at this added stimulation.

She got up and disappeared again. I saw that her slave boy was stroking his cock while watching us. His cock was twice the size of mine—both in length and girth. I could see that even at this distance.

When she returned she was wearing a long, thick black rubber strap-on dildo. She put a boot up on the arm of the chair and pulled my head down in order to kiss and suck on it. "Show Mistress how much Wendy likes to suck cock."

She saw that I wanted to take more into my mouth than I was able to get at this angle and laughed at what an eager slut I was. I almost embarrassed myself at how hungrily I was slurping on her rubber dick.

"Oh, this will never do," she said. "How am I to cum if you can barely reach my cock?" she asked in mock-desperation. She turned and addressed the ‘audience.’ "Slave, get up here and undo this bitch’s bonds." Each loud word sent shudders of shocks through my loins.

Obediently, he came to the stage and untied my limbs. Stepping shakily, I was lead to a bench that stood about waist high with padding on top. Mistress C laid me over it and put a rubber dildo in my hands. "Go ahead; I know you like to have your mouth full. Show me how much." She laughed again, each vibration being caught by the TENS. I whimpered and slid the rubber cock into my mouth, sucking it greedily.