Welcome to a new month of stories in my Femdom erotica series: Rewired to Obey. I had so much fun creating this whole world, I’ve decided to keep the stories going through December. Today’s edition gives you a peek into what happens when this Experienced Mistress answers the call of someone yearning to be feminized, transformed, trained as a sissy or simply to be a submissive woman alongside a sensual Mistress. Listen to this edition called: Mistress answers the call and enjoy!
Rewired to Obey: Mistress answers the call
The phone rings. I smile, this is a time for secrets and confessions. I feel his desperation through the phone. His digital footprint was a trail of breadcrumbs: “coerced feminization,” “sissy training files,” “how to be a good girl for a Mistress.” His name is Leo. For months, he’s been a ghost, a lurker drinking in stories of the island, of the Chamber of Surrender, of me. Tonight, this ghost found its voice.
“Mistress Olivia,” he breathes, the words catching in his throat. “I… I need to know. Is it real? The chamber… the… transformation?” The last word is a fragile thing, almost breaking.
“It’s more real than the life you’re living now, Leo,” I tell him, my voice a low, silken trap. “But it’s a path of absolute surrender. It’s not for the curious. It’s for the committed. Are you ready to hand over your masculinity? Your control? The very identity you cling to?”
Does he really want to be my sissy?
A long silence, filled only by the ragged sound of his breathing. I imagine him, sitting in a dark room, surrounded by the artifacts of a life that no longer fits. “What… what exactly happens?” he finally asks, his voice barely a whisper. “If I say yes?”
“You are flown to the island. You are prepared, physically and mentally. And then, you enter the Chamber of Surrender. The neural pulse will rewrite your deepest desires. The final test is simple: you must climax. If you orgasm under its influence, the rewire becomes permanent. Your mind, your body… they become mine. Forever.”
“And if I… if I fight it? If I don’t… cum?”
“Then the system resets. You wake up on the jet home, your old self again, with nothing but the memory of a dream. But Leo…” I let the pause hang, heavy with implication. “…you will spend the rest of your life haunted by a single question: What if I had been brave enough? The fantasy you’ve nurtured will become a phantom limb, an ache for what you almost had.”
The line crackles with his internal war. I hear a soft sob, quickly stifled. This is the crucible. This moment of terror and yearning is more important than the chamber itself. It’s the first true surrender.
A sissy confession
“I’m so scared,” he confesses, his voice cracking with raw honesty.
“Good,” I reply, my tone softening into something akin to comfort. “Fear means you understand the stakes. Now, pack a bag, Leo. Bring only what you’re willing to lose forever. I will send a jet. But understand this clearly: once you step onboard, you are consenting to your own metamorphosis. There is no turning back. The island is waiting.”
I let the silence stretch, allowing the weight of the decision to settle on him. “I am waiting.”
A final, shuddering breath. “Okay,” he whispers, the word a covenant. “Okay.”
The line goes dead. I smile, a slow, satisfied curve of my lips. Another soul, trembling on the brink, has chosen to fall. Soon, he will be rewired to obey. Soon, he will be whole.
While you’re here, I have a quick question. Are you listening to The Weekly Hot Spot podcast I do with Ms Erika? Do you think we should do a podcast full of Femdom erotica stories? Let me know in the comments.
oh you know I would do it in a heartbeat for you
nods oh yes, Kristi, I do know!