The air in the bedroom shimmered with the residue of sissy hypnosis. Marnie leaned back against her velvet headboard, her heavy breasts straining against a sheer crimson robe. Lu knelt before her, clad in a frilly lace apron and silk stockings, his eyes glazed with a cocktail of shame and desire.
"Good sissy," Marnie purred, trailing a nail down his cheek. "Do you love being my little toy? You're so pathetic, trembling in my lace."
"Yes, Mistress," Lu whimpered, his voice a thin reed. "I am your sissy."
Marnie smirked. She grew bored of the fragility. She traced a glowing sigil in the air, the gold light reflecting in her emerald eyes.
"By the blood of the moon and the iron of earth, swap the seed and give power birth."
The sissy hypnosis shattered like glass. Lu gasped, his spine straightening as his muscles surged beneath the delicate fabric. He stood, now the Dominant one, his voice dropping an octave into a commanding rumble.“Get on your knees, Marnie.”
Marnie shivered, her body instantly shifting to a Submissive state. She slid off the bed, her wet pussy aching for him.
“Please, Lu,” she whispered.
He didn’t answer with words. He gripped her red hair, pulling her head back to expose her throat. He stripped his lace attire with a violent rip, revealing a thick, hard cock that pulsed with newfound aggression. He shoved her onto her stomach, the mattress dipping under their weight.
“Now let’s see how you handle a real man’s weight,” Lu commanded.
“Take me, please, Lu! Fill me up!” Marnie screamed.
He entered her in one brutal thrust. He buried himself deep, hitting her cervix easily. Marnie cried out, her fingers clawing at the sheets. Lu’s balls slapped rhythmically against her thighs, the sound of their friction filling the silence. He pounded into her, each stroke driving her deeper into the mattress, their sweat blending as he grunted with effort. He didn’t stop until he groaned, his seed flooding her womb in thick pulses.
As he collapsed on top of her, the sissy hypnosis began to fade from the room entirely.
“I think I prefer you in lace,” Marnie whispered, snapping her fingers to reverse the spell.