D for Danielle Chapter 8: Nocturnal Emissions (Patreon)

Daniel could hear his roommate snoring in the bed above him. It was accompanied by the deep in and out breathing of drunken sleep. This was at least a thrice weekly occurrence. He longed for the day he could have a place to himself, where he could be himself.

He pictured a room where he could have a closet to keep all of his frilly sissy things. He would finally be able to get all of the maid’s dresses, schoolgirl outfits, and other items of feminine fancy and delight he wanted so badly. But that would all cost money. How would he obtain it?

He sighed. If only. 

Unable to doze off, and wishing he could use the items he just purchased, he put on his noise-cancelling headphones and queued up a sissy hypnosis track. He had to satiate his desires. He would have to keep quiet while masturbating his tiny member, however. His roommate might feel the frame of the bunk bed vibrating with every stroke of his little shaft. He was going to use an old sock to cum into and help muffle the noise.

Daniel wondered if it might be better if his little dicklet was locked in chastity while listening to the instructions. Perhaps a butt plug firmly in place as a reminder of his status. That way he could let the words sink in deeper. Having no way to touch himself might reprogram him to accept his status more and more. To force him to surrender.

Yet, he still fought these thoughts. And after cumming each time, he felt a tinge of regret. As if each orgasm brought him closer and closer to his inevitable fate. How much longer could he keep resisting?

He shuffled those thoughts aside, stretched out in his bed, put his hand on his tiny little penis, and pressed play...

You are getting comfortable now…

The voice was female. She spoke in a very calm, relaxing tone.  

Let all your cares and worries go…

Your arms are lying flat against your sides…

Your eyelids are feeling heavy…

Gently let your eyelids close…

You are feeling peaceful now…

A deep state of peace and relaxation…

Exactly where you want to be…

Take a deep breath…

In and out…

This is where you want to be…

In a place of complete safety and comfort…

Not a concern in the world…

You feel yourself sink back…

Down further and further…

You start to notice how relaxed you are. Take a deep breath. Good. You are feeling heavier and heavier. You are sinking to the bottom now. Slowly, slowly, ever closer, closer... 

Droopy, sleepy and feeling nice and calm…

You're thinking of a color now, so inviting, you want to be embraced by it. You’re thinking of this color now and that color is the color that is so much a part of you, so powerful it has control of you…

That color, the color you’ll never be free of, is the color of your destiny…

You see that color now, the color of pink, and you so want to be clothed in it, in lace and satin…

You are a sissy. Repeat, you are a sissy. You are forever locked in pink lace and satin and there is no escape….

Don’t fight it. Don’t deny it. You are a sissy. You will never be a man. Don’t resist. Let it happen. You are a sissy, now and forever…

Daniel felt his little dicklet cum at that moment. The warm flow from his balls, through his penis, and into the sock. The release felt forbidden, as if he was stealing pleasure when he shouldn’t be doing so. And as soon as he sighed, and the glow of the experience subsided, that old regret swelled up again.

Daniel took off his headphones. His roommate had slept through the whole thing and was still snoring. If only he knew what was going on down below. What thoughts were being acted upon. If only…

But now the budding sissy did something he had never done before. He took the sock, full of his depleted juices, put it up to his nose, and took a deep, long sniff. He smelled his own cum and was not repulsed by it. What was happening to him? And then a thought popped into his head, one that was new and felt dangerous, as if he was to follow through it would change him forever.

I wonder what it tastes like?