Chapter 2: Building Tension
You have always thought of yourself as a predominantly heterosexual man, and yet here you are, with a throbbing erection at the sight of this woman with a dick. You push those thoughts away for later, right now, you are focused on the mind-blowing orgasm that you are chasing.
As you lean in closer, she grabs your head and pulls you towards her cock. You eagerly open your mouth, and she pushes her cock inside. You feel it hit the back of your throat, and you instinctively gag. She laughs softly, pulling out a little before pushing back in again. This time, you relax your throat, allowing her to thrust deeper. You feel her cock throbbing in your mouth, and you start to stroke your own dick faster, matching her rhythm.
As she fucks your mouth, you feel yourself getting lost in the pleasure of it all.
Your mind is spinning, and you can feel that familiar ache in your balls building up once again. The voice in the video urges you on, encouraging you to let go, to give in to the pleasure and submit to your desires.
"Let go, baby," she says, her voice dripping with satisfaction. "Give in to it. Let yourself be consumed by the pleasure and the power of your own desires. Don't fight it. Embrace it."
You moan around her cock, your body trembling as you feel yourself getting closer and closer to the edge.
She pulls out of your mouth, her cock glistening with your saliva, and you whimper at the loss.
But she quickly replaces it with her fingers, probing your mouth and encouraging you to suck and lick them.
You obey, your body now fully under her control.
You feel her other hand move down to your ass, her fingers tracing over your tight hole.
You gasp in pleasure as she pushes a finger inside you, the sensation of being filled sending shockwaves through your body.
You moan around her fingers, your hips bucking up against her hand as she expertly works you open.
"You like that, don't you?" she asks, her voice low and seductive. "You like the feeling of being filled up, being taken over, becoming more and more feminine with each passing moment."
You can't answer, your mind still reeling from the pleasure coursing through you. You can only nod your head in agreement, your hips thrusting up against her hand as she adds another finger.
You can feel your orgasm building, the tightness in your balls telling you that you're close.
"That's it, baby," she coos, her fingers moving faster and faster inside you. "Let go. Give in to the pleasure."
You moan, your body tensing as you feel yourself teetering on the edge.
"Come for me," she commands, her voice firm and yet still seductive. "Come now."
And just like that, you explode.
Your cock spasms in your hand, your warm cum erupting out of the tip and landing on your chest. Your body shudders in pleasure, and you let out a long, low moan as you ride out your orgasm.
You collapse back onto your pillow, your chest heaving as you try to catch your breath. You feel completely drained, but also incredibly satisfied.
'Well done, baby,' the voice coos from the video. 'You did so well. You let go and gave in to the pleasure and your desires.
Your whole body felt flushed, your heart was pounding, and everything around you seemed to melt away. It was just you and her in that moment, and nothing else mattered.
You couldn't deny it.
The next night, you found yourself watching another sissy hypnosis video, and this one had been an intense experience. The video was a compilation of various clips of trans women having sex with other trans women, men, and women.
Each clip was set to a different track of soothing electronic music, and every clip came with its own erotic caption addressing the viewer.
"You want to feel what it's like to be filled by a hard, throbbing cock, don't you?" one caption read. "You want to be the one taking control, structures, and dicks as you please."
The captions were incredibly specific, each one catering to a different facet of submission and dominance. They ranged from soft and sensual, to crude and explicit, playing to the viewer's primal desires.
As the video continued, the performers became increasingly more aggressive, engaging in hardcore sex acts with each other.
With every thrust, every moan, and every gasp, the captions seemed to marry perfectly, pressing the submissive performer's face into the degradation. The texts were filthy, adorned with obscenities, and designed to elicit the most primal desires from the less dominant half.
"Suck it, you little whore," the caption read as one performer pushed the face of his partner into his crotch. "I know you want it. Take it like the good little sissy you are."
With each new clip, the performers swapped dominance, often shifting mid-act, and the messages urged both on. Neither was deemed more important than the other, so long as they willingly offered themselves up to the pleasures to come. The viewer, who could no longer deny the growing arousal, felt less a voyeur and more a participant in each scene.