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Showing posts with label Mental Changes. Show all posts
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Sunday, February 19, 2023

Stepping Up | Bitch-Sitting

 


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“Bring me my champagne and be quick about it.  Be useful for once.”  Jacob flicked his wrist dismissively, taking a moment to admire his manicured nails - stark white in contrast to black dress adorning his body.  

“Yes, dear,” The man kneeling at his feet said before gathering himself and walking out.

“Yes, MA’AM” Jacob corrected, watching the man flinch.  Jacob’s lips curled into a smile, still wet from pink gloss.  He didn’t want to admit it, but tormenting his father in this fashion was fun.  He had grown up thinking his father was such a powerful and prideful man.  Now he saw him in a different light; sniveling.  Weak.  Pathetic.

“Admit it, you love this,” The voice in his head whispered.  He tried to shake his mind free of her influence but he couldn’t resist.  His delicate hands rose up to caress his creamy breasts, admiring their shape.  The same breasts his stepmother Lilly possessed.  Her voice tickled his thoughts as he admired his lustful curves.  “You see your father as I see him - a plaything.”

He stayed silent, unable to deny her words. Lilly’s thoughts had truly colored Jacob’s psyche.  All of her cunning, debaucherous desires were seeping into his mind, corrupting and twisting him into her carbon copy.  Her words sunk deep into his subconscious, making sure Jacob’s heart matched his feminine body.  He tried to hold onto his sense of self by focusing on his contempt for her but his resistance was crumbling fast.  God help him, he didn’t expect to love being his own stepmother.  She was away spending her husband’s money, but here influence was assured thanks to the double she created in her absence.

“Why does it feel so good?” The former Jacob whispered, rubbing her thighs together as she tried to quell the damp warmth between them.  Instead, her arousal grew, her eyes glancing over at the mirror. “Gawd I’m so hot.”  She moaned in the same voice as the original Lilly, her reflection’s lashes waving at her.  Her mind was permanently shifting to the feminine, dominating Jacob’s sense of self.

“You ARE hot,” The voice within her said.  “You are a hot, sexy bitch and you know it.  It’s who you are now.”  The new Lilly didn’t want to give the original satisfaction.  Still, how could she deny it?  It felt so GOOD to be bitch to her former father.  She loved seeing how sexy she looked in the tight dress contouring to her curves.  Everything from her lipstick to her heels to her perfume oozed lavish decadence.   She was feminine perfection - just like her stepmother.  “You’ll give in soon enough. Just let me wash over you.  You’re Lilly and it feels good to be a bitch.”  She sighed and let herself entertain the thoughts overriding her masculine perception.  She was going to give in and let herself be Lilly in every way.  Her lover was on his way and she would spread her legs for him on her marriage bed while her husband listened behind locked doors.  Then she would be ready to accept herself as the hot sexy bitch she had become.

Thursday, March 26, 2020

Tuesday, July 5, 2016

Willing Spirit | Eager Surrender


http://misstresssimone.blogspot.com/2016/07/willing-spirit-eager-surrender.html#more
The mind is willing, the flesh . . . .



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A little something different.  If people like it, I'll continue the story.



There was never a mind as open as Natalia’s.  No struggle, no resistance - only welcoming acceptance.  I could feel her spirit relinquishing control as I entered her body just as she sensed my initial hesitation.  

“Don’t hold back,” her thoughts beckoned to me.  “Do what you must - I am yours.”  The invitation was so seductive, so alluring.  It was why she was so good at this.  She knew just how to draw me in.  More and more of me took control of her body, making it my own as she surrendered her will.  Her thoughts, her personality, her very essence meshed with mine as I became Natalia.  I could feel her bliss radiating from her soul.  “This is right. . you as me.”

A personality like Natalia’s was dangerous to a body-hopper.  There was no pretense or fear from her.  She was something most rogue hoppers dreamed of: A willing mount.  It was one of the reasons we worked so well together.  But it was her own abilities that made our union so effective.  Natalia was a sorceress with shapeshifter abilities.  By herself, she was formidable against any rogue mystic being.  But with me in control, it strengthened both our abilities.  I could remake her, remold her and turn her into anyone I wished.   Natalia’s body was the perfect bait for a hopper, and we both had caught more rogues than any team in the Paranormal Division.  

As my soul settled within her body, I had to pause for a moment from the overwhelming sensations of her delectable form.  I cooed in Natalia’s voice as my breasts rose and fell.  The taut vibrancy of her skin glowed with youth and beauty.  My pussy was warm, moist - no doubt a combination of my own enjoyment and my partner’s anticipation.  “Aren’t we perfect together?  You in control, my body & mind yours to use?”  I shivered as her voice tingled in the back of my mind.  My beautiful mount could be distracting due to our unique relationship.

“You know I would give anything to you.” her sultry purr played out as whispering thoughts.  “I know how much you enjoy this.  I know you fight it, but you don’t have to try to hide your delight.  You are my master and your joy is my joy.”  Our danger was one of temptation, we were more than simply partners.  Natalia was my lover and submissive.  She trusted me implicitly because of our relationship and she saw no greater means to show it by giving me control of her body.  What way could you control someone more than to BE them?  What was more - what if you could make them someone else.

My skin rippled as I exerted my will over her powers.  My feminine skin darkened as golden tresses became inky black. “Yessss” she moaned.  “Use my power. . . reshape me as you see fit, beloved.”  Her excitement was addicting, radiating onto my own soul and sparking my own arousal.  I squirmed as my breasts became heavier, thicker.  The perp we were hunting had a predilection for curvaceous, dark girls.   I shaped my flesh with the thoughts of a dusky, Mediterranean beauty with all the bountiful voluptuousness that would tempt our target.  I could feel my rump swelling underneath me as I changed, becoming a different woman entirely.  

Once I was done, I stood up and walked to the vanity.  I used Natalia’s knowledge to paint my face, then selected a dress that would accent all of my new charms.  “You are such a natural now.  You could  become me and no one would know the difference...” she teased.  Indeed, it was becoming easier to do this.  I was so comfortable in my lovely Natalia’s skin that I spent days at a time as her.  She never demanded her body back, nor did she express any desire for me to leave.  For now, I would push those lingering thoughts of desire to the back.  

For now, I’m Natalia and I’m on the hunt.
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