Rand Becomes Sissy Randi
Laci is a free spirit. Dauntless, invariably ready to experiment she made stiff, traditional Rand break out of his shell. Rand was the only son of conservative parents. As his girlfriend Laci, freed him from the invisible shackles of that upbringing.
When she suggested Rand try on a pair of her panties he merely chuckled. He thought she was kidding. She insisted. He resisted but only for a minute.
Wearing a pair of frilly panties, the blush on his cheeks was almost as bright as the pink lingerie. A sudden erection shamed Rand. Noticing his arousal, she made new plans for Rand.
It was time to break up with him, she had thought. The decision was almost impersonal. Rand was okay. Long-term fidelity was not in Laci’s nature. No man could sustain her interest for very long. She was ready to find a new boyfriend. Or girlfriend. She liked kink as much as vanilla. Why spend a life eating only one flavor of ice cream?
Some men, some girls had called her Mistress. Domming was lots of fun. As a Mistress, she had yet to engage in feminization. The wannabe sissies who had approached her acted as if Laci were a dominatrixing machine. Pushy subs were repellant.
Feminizing a guy was something Laci was keen to try.
Rand’s erection earned him a reprieve from a breakup. It suggested Rand had desires of which he was not aware. She would see if she could get him to wear more than frilly pink panties.
Putting her fingers around his erection Laci dared him to wear them under his jeans for a few days. Her caresses would melt the will of any man. Rand agreed.
Cannily choreographed tease and denial led Rand to don a corset. Then long opera gloves. Laci was not hasty. Winning her boyfriend’s compliance was necessary strategy. Controlling a man through sex was as amusing as timeless.
Patient careful manipulation led to the day Rand shaved his legs and put on stockings.
At each stage of his transformation, Laci had Rand examine himself in a mirror. As he looked at the man in girl’s clothing in the reflection, his cheeks blushed, his penis grew hard and his mind confused. Why did he feel nauseous and thrilled by what he saw?
During a session with the mirror, Laci took Rand to the next step.
Standing behind him Laci hugged against Rand’s back, cupping his crotch in her hand, she told him to say, “I am a sissy.”
In a trance, Rand repeated her words. She tone become less gentle she gave him another phrase to repeat.
“Thank you, Mistress Laci,” he said.
Pressing down on her boyfriend’s shoulders, she pushed him to his knees. Clearly in command, she ordered him to repeat his thanks.
“Thank you, Mistress Laci.”
Rand felt trapped inside his own brain screaming for freedom. But his body was betraying him. Mistress Laci stroked his head. He quieted. Still confused he clung her, a psychic anchor of safety in his confusion.
When she ordered her new sissy to kneel and kiss her shoes he obeyed. Still it was as if he was watching himself in a movie. He burned with shame yet felt the warm joy of coming to a home he never knew he had.
Laci had to order him to stop three times. He wanted to stay down at her feet forever.
His submission was progressing more quickly than Laci anticipated. She had expected to need to blackmail Rand. None of her boyfriends had ever suspected the existence of the hidden camera. She erased most videos. However, exciting events, such as Rand’s feminization remained archived on flash drives.
Taking advantage of Rand’s surprising compliance, she had him crawl up on the bed. Telling him to remain on his hands and knees Laci grabbed a belt.
She began spanking his buttocks and thighs. Rand sobbed but stayed in place. Proof that she owned him.
Her plans for Rand’s future expanded. To the outside world, Rand would seem the same. At home he would become Laci’s sissy maidservant.
She would have as many boyfriends (and girlfriends) as she wanted. Her sissy slave would accept the status of a cuckold. Humiliating him felt good, it felt right. That Rand caved so readily made her feel crueller. What a weakling.
Of course, Rand is not the proper name for a sissy. Laci gave him the sissy name Randi.
Eventually owning a sissy began to bore Laci. Years were to pass before she acquired permanent slaves. For now, she would wander, always discovering fresh pleasures.
Rand / Randi became the slave of one of Laci’s friends. This Domme has many sissies. She is part of a group of Mistresses that feminize men. The sissies are common property passed around. Sissy Randi serves many women.