You, Sam, a young college student, find yourself standing in the dimly lit entrance of a small, unassuming office building. You hesitate for a moment, your heart pounding in your chest. You're here to see Dana, a hypnotist, in the hopes that she can help you with something you've been struggling with for a while now - your sexuality. You're fed up with being the only virgin in the dorm, but your shyness has kept you from talking to girls or trying to date.
You take a deep breath and push open the door, making your way up the stairs to Dana's office. She greets you warmly, her voice soothing and calming. You explain your situation to her, and she listens attentively, nodding her head in understanding.
"I think I can help you with that," she says, her eyes twinkling. "But I'm afraid you can't afford my services. However, I do accept other forms of compensation."
You nod, unsure of what she means, but desperate. She explains that she will hypnotize you and give you suggestions that will help you lose your shyness when in a party in a way that feels safe and comfortable for you.
Under her hypnotic spell, she whispers instructions to your subconscious.
As the hour session comes to a close, she intones, "Samantha, today, I want you to remove all of your body hair," she says, "And then, I want you to come back here and dress in this. Sam can come back now." The session over, Dana hands you a package. You open it to find a beautiful set of lingerie, makeup, and a wig. You're confused, but Dana told you to trust her, and you do.
You leave her office and make your way to the drugstore, where you absentmindedly buy Nair and the other items on Dana's list. You return home and follow her instructions, feeling strange but also excited.
When you're finished, you return to Dana's house. She greets you at the door, dressed in a stunning outfit.
"Tonight, you will be known as Samantha," she says, her voice low and seductive. Your eyes glaze over. A somehow feminine voice leaves your lips, "Yes, Mistress." She then leads you to the maid's room.
"Now, go and get dressed."
You do as she says, slipping into the lingerie and applying the makeup and wig. When you're finished, you return to the living room, where a party is in full swing. Even dressed in only lingerie and heels, with all the guests looking at you, you have no shyness at all.
Mistress introduces you as Samantha, and you walk around the room with hors devours and drinks. You have nagging thoughts that you should be nervous at first, but as the night goes on, you find yourself becoming more and more turned on, and the worried thoughts seem to float away.
"Fuck, you look amazing," one of the guests says, running their hand up your thigh high stockings to lightly touch your bare skin above their tops.
You moan softly, and his touch lights a fire in you. In seconds, you are squatted in front of him, lowing his zipper. You NEED his dick in your mouth, as strong as any need you've ever felt. Another guest notices your actions, and soon you're surrounded by people touching and teasing you, every touch raising your lust. You stop being a person, you are a sex machine, needing to please the crowd.
You look over at Mistress, who is watching with a pleased smile on her face. She nods her head, giving you permission to let go and enjoy the experience.
You take a cock in each hand and another in your mouth. Your dilated eyes have a hard time focusing, but there are hard dicks everywhere you look. The boys you aren't servicing are masturbating while encircling you. As you randomly switch from one boy to the next, you feel the tension growing in their groins.
The cock in your mouth is withdrawn and starts shooting ropes of sticky white cum on your face. That first one was all it took, and soon, you are awash in semen. Dicks from every angle shoot their loads on your wig, face, neck, and chest. You can feel the rivulets slowly descending your body and dripping off your chin, bra, and legs to the floor.
Suddenly, Mistress is in front of you. She whispers, "Cum" and you do, surrendering to the sensations and the pleasure that has been building inside of you. You come hard, your jizz filling the panties that strain to contain your penis, even with as small as it is. Your body shakes with the force of your orgasm.
When it's over, you're exhausted but also exhilarated. Mistress, who has moved across the room, calls for Sam, and you awaken from a dream. Why are you wet? You look about you and there are many boys with their dicks out and cum dripping from the tips as they soften. You look down and you have a bra and panties on? It's then you notice the salty, sticky taste on your lips. "What the hell is going on?" You shout.
You see Dana talking to some of the boys, and they are giving her money. Your legs groan as you pull yourself up and walk over to her, trailing drips across her floor.
"You did well tonight, Sam," she says, her voice warm and approving. "You pleased your guests and made me proud. Your debt is paid." As anger starts to well in your stomach, she adds "Now, Samantha, go take a shower then return in the maid uniform to clean this mess."
You smile, "Yes Mistress." You feel grateful and happy. Mistress has helped you in ways that no psychologist ever could. You practically bounce up the stairs to the maid's quarters. The shower feels wonderful and as you clean your body, you rinse and hang your beautiful wig, panties, stockings, and bra to dry.
Your merry widow fits you perfectly, and you come down the stairs. You get the mop and clean Mistress's floor. Mistress complements you on your good work, and your stomach fills with butterflies. "You can go now", she says.
You go upstairs and put on Sam's clothes over your uniform. Mistress walks you to the door and gives one last instruction. "When you awaken, you will not bothered by the lingerie you are wearing. You'll return next Friday night, Samantha." You nod your agreement. "Have a good night, Sam."
"Thank you, Dana. Whatever you did, it helped me. I feel great. Can I come Friday for another session?"
"Of course, Sam. I'll see you then."
As you leave Dana's house, you can't help but think about how comfortable she made you. You know that there will be more sessions. And as you walk back to the dorms, you hardly notice the click of your stilettos on the sidewalk.