Hypno Sissy Roommate
Copyright© 2026 by Eros Alban
Chapter 12: First Time
Mind Control Sex Story: Chapter 12: First Time - Ryan Nowood just needed a quiet place to live. What he found was Ken. A year of subtle conditioning, careful rewards, and relentless ownership later, the shy technical writer is gone. In his place is Kitty: soft, pierced, collared, permanently open, and completely devoted to the man who remade him. This is the slow, thorough story of how a straight, lonely boy was turned into Daddy’s perfect sissy slut—and how he learned to love every second of it.
Caution: This Mind Control Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Ma Hypnosis Mind Control Gay BDSM Rough Spanking Anal Sex Cream Pie Masturbation Oral Sex Water Sports Body Modification
Kitty pushed the apartment door open with a soft, eager spring in his step, the tiny bell on his Prince Albert giving a clear little chime.
Ken was in the living room.
He looked up.
For a long second he simply stared—genuine, open amazement spreading across his face as he took in the soft highlighted hair, the glossy lips, the pale-blue nails, the extremely short skirt that barely covered the fat curve of Kitty’s ass, the low-cut crop top clinging to the full C-cup swell of his chest, the silver nipple barbells clearly visible, the navel gem, the collar, the pink “Daddy’s Pet” tag, the multiple piercings, the completely smooth skin, the heels.
Ken’s cock hardened immediately and heavily, tenting the front of the soft pants he still wore from his errands.
He crossed the room in three long strides, turned Kitty slowly by the shoulders, and examined every detail—lifting the hem of the tiny skirt just enough to see the pale-blue lace and the soft underside of his ass, brushing a thumb over one outlined nipple piercing, tilting Kitty’s chin so the septum ring and glossy lips caught the light.
“Fuck...” Ken’s voice was low and rough with pure hunger. “Look at you. My pretty little sissy. My Kitty.”
The word sissy hit Kitty like a direct stroke to the core of the final Track.
A full-body shiver ran through him. His knees went weak. The tiny bell chimed again as his hips gave an involuntary little sway. A soft, broken sound—half moan, half lisping whimper—spilled from his glossy lips. The full-body arousal that had been glowing since the salon surged hotter. Being called sissy by Daddy while Daddy’s cock was visibly, heavily hard for him felt like the strongest confirmation yet.
Kitty’s voice came out high, breathy, and thick with the lisp.
“Daddy ... You ... you like it? I look ... thithy enough for you?”
Ken’s hand slid down to cup one soft, skirt-covered cheek and squeezed hard enough to make Kitty gasp.
“Like it? Baby, I’ve never been this hard this fast in my life. You’re perfect. My soft little sissy slut, all finished and ready.”
He kept one hand on Kitty’s ass and used the other to tilt his chin up so their eyes met.
“Do you understand what I did to you, Kitty? What I’ve been doing for the last year?”
Kitty’s breath stuttered. “You ... you hypno’d me. You turned the boy ... Ryan ... into thith. Into your thithy.”
Ken’s thumb stroked over the glossy lower lip.
“That’s right. I found a straight little jock who didn’t even know how much he needed to be owned, and I rewired him from the inside out. The Tracks, the fog, the toy, the estrogen, the piercings, the clothes ... all of it. I broke down every wall until there was nothing left but my pretty little cock-hungry sissy.” His voice dropped even lower, raw and possessive. “I did it because I wanted a perfect pet. A soft, obedient, eager fuck-slut who would live for my cock and look this goddamn good while doing it.”
Kitty whimpered, pressing closer.
“I’m not the first pet you’ve made ... am I, Daddy?”
Ken gave a slow, dark smile.
“No. I’ve shaped others. But most of them never fully let go. They cling to little scraps of the old self. They play at being sissies but never truly become one. You...” He squeezed Kitty’s ass harder, pulling him flush against the thick, hard outline of his cock. “You’re different. You fought, you got scared, you tried to run ... and then you walked into that salon and came back like this. You embraced every last bit of it. That makes you the best one I’ve ever had. My masterpiece.”
Kitty’s eyes shone with tears of pure, overwhelmed happiness. The last of the old fear was gone. Only need and devotion remained.
“I want to be the betht,” he whispered, lisp thick, voice shaking with sincerity. “I vow it, Daddy. I’ll be the betht thithy thlut I can be for you. Your prettiest, neediest, motht obedient little fuck-pet. I’ll take your cock whenever you want, however you want. I’ll stay soft and pretty and open for you. I’ll never go back. I don’t want to go back. I’m Kitty. I’m your thithy. Your thlut. Forever.”
Ken’s cock throbbed hard against him at the words. He leaned down and claimed Kitty’s glossy mouth in a deep, hungry kiss, then spoke against his lips, voice rough with lust and ownership.
“Good girl. Then get on your knees and show Daddy what his best sissy slut can do with that pretty mouth ... before I bend you over and finally fuck the last of the boy out of you.”
Kitty’s knees hit the floor before the sentence was even finished.
He reached up with both hands, pale-blue nails flashing, and carefully freed Ken’s thick, heavy cock. It sprang out hard and already glistening at the tip, the extra-long foreskin half-retracted, the dark head swollen and leaking. Kitty made a soft, hungry little sound and leaned in.
He started with soft kisses along the shaft, tongue tracing the thick veins, the silver barbell clicking gently against the hot skin. Then he opened wide and took the head into his mouth, lips stretching, glossy lipstick smearing. He sank down slowly, inch by wet inch, until his nose pressed into the dark hair at the base and the heavy cock was buried completely in his throat.
The first long, wet gagging sound rose out of him—gluck ... gluck-gluck—deep and filthy. Spit flooded around the shaft and ran down his chin in thick strands. He pulled back just enough to breathe, then pushed forward again, taking every inch, throat convulsing around the thick intrusion. The sounds grew wetter, more continuous:
Gluck ... glhk ... gluck-gluck-gluck...
Each time the fat head forced past the tight ring of his throat a fresh wave of pure, conditioned pleasure rolled through him. Having Daddy’s cock stretching his throat open felt better than anything the pink toy had ever given him. A low-grade, constant orgasm began to flutter in his belly and along his prostate. The tiny bell on his Prince Albert started jingling in a steady, delicate rhythm with every small tremor and every bob of his head.
Jingle-jingle ... gluck ... jingle ... glhk-gluck ... jingle-jingle...
Kitty’s eyes watered. Mascara stayed perfect. Drool soaked the front of his crop top and dripped onto the pale-blue lace between his spread knees. He kept going, lost in the wet, rhythmic throat-fucking, the constant soft orgasm making his hips twitch and the little bell ring without pause. Ken’s hands rested heavily on his head, not forcing, just owning, while low, pleased grunts rolled out of him.
After several long minutes Ken’s voice came rough above him.
“That’s enough mouth for now, Kitty. Daddy needs more.”
He pulled the glistening cock free with a wet schlick. A thick strand of spit still connected it to Kitty’s swollen lower lip. Ken manhandled him easily, turning him around on his knees and pushing his chest down so the short skirt flipped up over his back. He hooked his fingers in the pale-blue lace panties and ripped them apart with one hard tug. The ruined fabric fell away. It was the last time anything would block Kitty’s hole from getting cock.
Ken spread the soft, smooth, freshly depilated cheeks with both thumbs.
“Look at this pretty little boy hole ... all soft and ready.”
He leaned in and spat directly onto it, then pressed one thick thumb against the entrance and began to work it open—slow, steady pressure until the tight ring gave and the thumb sank inside. Kitty moaned, high and lisping, the constant low orgasm spiking harder. The bell jingled faster. Ken added a second thumb, stretching him wider, pulling the hole open so he could see the soft pink inside.
“That’s it ... open up for Daddy. This is what you’ve been training for with that toy all these months, isn’t it?”
Kitty’s voice came out broken and eager, muffled against the floor, the lisp thick.
“Yeth, Daddy ... it’th the next way to be good ... the final thervice ... pleathe ... I need your cock in my hole ... I need you to fuck your thithy...”
Ken worked his thumbs deeper, scissoring gently, until the trained hole fluttered and stayed slightly gaped, shiny with spit. Then he manhandled Kitty up onto the couch, bent him over the padded arm so the short pale-blue skirt flipped completely up onto his back, and spread him open again. The tiny heels stayed on. The collar and pink tag swung under his throat. The multiple piercings caught the light.
Ken lined the thick, spit-slick head of his cock against the fluttering pink entrance and pushed.
“Then take it, Kitty. Show Daddy how good his best little sissy slut can be.”
The first slow, relentless stretch drew a long, broken, lisping cry from Kitty. The fat head forced the tight ring open, then the heavy shaft followed, inch by thick inch, until Ken’s hips were flush against the soft ass and every last bit of that massive cock was buried inside the trained hole. The sensation was overwhelming—far beyond anything the toy had ever delivered. The final Track and months of conditioning linked the deep, splitting fullness directly to the purest relief, belonging, and pleasure Kitty had ever felt.
He came instantly.
The moment the last thick inch of Daddy’s cock bottomed out inside him, a full-body orgasm tore through Kitty—hard, helpless, and overwhelming. His neglected soft cock twitched and spilled weakly onto the couch cushion in thin, pathetic spurts, but the real climax lived deep around the massive cock that stretched him open. It rolled through his belly, his chest, his thighs, and the sensitive pierced nipples, leaving him shaking.
Soft, broken, lispy cries spilled from his glossy lips without pause.
“Daddy—! Ohhh fuck ... thithy’th cumming ... your cock ith tho deep ... filling your thithy up ... I love it, Daddy ... I love being your hole—”
The tiny Prince Albert bell chimed rapidly with every tremor and every involuntary clench of his stuffed ass.
Ken didn’t stop.
He gave a low, guttural grunt of pure pleasure, gripped Kitty’s soft hips harder, and pulled back until only the fat head stretched the rim—then drove back in to the hilt with a wet, heavy slap of skin on skin.
“Unnngh ... fuck, that’s it ... take every inch, you pretty little slut—”
Kitty’s voice broke into higher, needier lisps with every thrust.
“Yethh—! Yeth, Daddy, fuck your thithy ... use my hole ... it’th yourth ... I wath made for thith ... your cock feelth tho good ... don’t thtop ... pleathe don’t ever thtop—”
Ken settled into a deep, thorough rhythm that rocked Kitty against the arm of the couch. The wet, filthy sounds of thick cock moving in a well-trained hole filled the room. His hands gripped the soft hips hard enough to bruise. His voice stayed low and raw, claiming every stroke.
“That’s it, Kitty ... take Daddy’s cock ... good little sissy slut ... this is what you were made for ... this is what I turned you into ... so goddamn perfect ... my soft little fuck-pet...”
Kitty sobbed with pleasure, mascara starting to run, heels kicking weakly as another wave of orgasm fluttered through him.
“I’m yourth, Daddy ... all yourth ... your prettiest thithy thlut ... fuck me harder ... claim me ... make me feel it for dayth—”
Ken’s rhythm grew heavier. The wet slap of his hips against Kitty’s soft ass grew louder.
“Take it ... take every drop ... Daddy’s gonna fill his best little sissy ... right now—unngh, fuck—Kitty—!”
He buried himself to the hilt one final time and came with a long, guttural groan, flooding the open hole with thick, heavy pulses. Kitty cried out in a high, lisping wail of ecstasy as he felt every spurt, another helpless orgasm rippling through him just from the sensation of being filled.
“Yesss—Daddy’s cum ... tho much ... tho deep ... thank you, Daddy ... thank you for breeding your thithy—”
Ken stayed buried to the root, grinding in small circles as the last thick pulses drained out of him. Only when the final twitch faded did he give one more low, satisfied grunt.
“Good girl. That’s one. But Daddy’s not done with this pretty hole yet.”
It still wasn’t enough.
Ken pulled out with a wet, filthy sound, leaving the freshly fucked hole open, gaping, and immediately leaking a thick stream of cum down the insides of Kitty’s thighs. The tiny bell gave a shaky chime as Kitty whimpered at the sudden emptiness.
Then Ken’s broad hand cracked down hard.
The first open-handed spank landed across both soft cheeks with a sharp, meaty slap. Kitty cried out, high and lisping. The second followed immediately, then a third, a fourth—steady, heavy cracks that quickly turned the smooth skin bright, glowing red. Ken spanked him thoroughly, watching the flesh ripple and heat under his palm while Kitty sobbed and squirmed, the little bell jingling wildly.
“Ahhh—! Daddy—! It thtingth ... it thtingth tho good ... thpank your thithy’s athh ... I’ll be better ... I’ll take it harder—”
Ken gave a low, approving grunt and landed another pair of heavy swats.
“That’s right. Take your spanking like a good girl. This pretty ass needed to be red when I fuck it the second time.”
The moment the cheeks were glowing and hot, Ken lined up again and pushed back in—harder, deeper, without the earlier patience. The spanked, hypersensitive flesh made every thrust sharper. He started pounding in earnest, hips slamming against the glowing red ass with wet, heavy smacks.