Lacey had time to kill: her parents were away on business crap as usual, and it was going to be two hours before her friends showed up to study and hang out. They all shared a mid level economics course that was extremely heavy in testing terms and definitions, and they wanted to make sure they had it all memorized.

Wearing a red dress that was much too frilly for ordinary people to consider lounging around in it, and running a finger through her long brown hair, she sat on the bed in her weeb merchandise-filled bedroom, thinking of ways to pass the time next to her small collection of plushies. Her dick wasn't really telling her to jack off at the moment, so that was out of the question.

Living only a few minutes walk from college was so convenient, since she didn't have to drive or blow money on a dorm that was too small to store her thigh-highs. And, although it made her feel a little bad to admit it, living in a really big and shiny house alone was one of the best things ever. Yeah, her parents were cool with her being trans and really bold about it and all, and she liked them, but when they were away, she could do whatever embarrassing thing she liked, whether it was jacking off or some weird esoteric ritual.

Yeah, magic wasn't real, but busting out the contents of the occultism drawer and making a big project out of it in the basement was always fun. She thought about that weird ritual she read about online at two in the morning the night before; it was an elaborate ritual for imbuing objects with hypnotic properties.

She leaned back, grabbed a plush shark, and held it against her reasonably busty chest. Yeah, maybe roleplaying out some dark fucked up occult ritual again was fun. She could pretend that whatever object she imbued would have some cool effect... what to use? Not the shark; Big Floofytooth didn't feel right to use.

She got a text from Jenna, and she set that thought aside to look at it.

"Lacey!!!!! I just remembered I had a doctor's appointment im so sorry i cant make it :("

Alright, well, at least there were two more people in the study group. Alex and Jordan would be good enough, even if her platonic BFF Jenna wasn't gonna be there.

Lacey responded with, "Good luck with your prostate exam, I hope you pass!" followed by a picture of a cat giving a thumbs up. Although it would have been unthinkable to send that joke to anyone else she knew, it was pretty normal as far as her conversations with Jenna went. Jenna immediately sent a second text to the study group chat, informing everyone else that she wouldn't be coming.

After wrapping up that text exchange, Lacey thought about her occult ritual again, and she pulled out her phone and pulled up the mobile unfriendly, web 1.0-ass looking blog describing the ritual requirements, just to make sure she had everything.

The ritual was purported by the website to be a "syncretic culmination" of magical principles the blogger discovered from several "proven yet inconsistent practitioners" who were not named. The first paragraph was an overly long defense of the concept of "eclecticism", whatever that was, rambling about how combining things that kinda worked was the only way to make things that worked perfectly, which was probably objectively untrue but whatever. Lacey was wondering how many people were critiquing the blogger's method to justify such a long and drawn out response. Then after that rant were the actual instructions for the ritual.

She checked the list of tools and components. Athame, pentacle, wand, chalice, mhm, yep, she had all of those already. It used Wiccan tools, but the ritual itself had nothing to do with the faith itself and little to do with its magical practices.

Next were the candles, string, chalk, round stones, incense, crystals, and finally, "Item(s) to be enchanted". You could use one item, or a pair of items, but no more. Lacey looked around, thinking of things she could enchant. Plushies felt wrong, so did anime figurines, furniture was a no-go... she briefly thought "haha im gonna enchant my balls" but almost immediately dismissed it for being stupid.

Maybe something like a ring or a pendant or another piece of jewelry would work. Those were cool, typical hypnotic objects.

Then her eyes passed over her favorite pink and white striped thigh-high socks, sitting in a basket of clean laundry she hadn't put away yet. They were expensive, but so, sooooo comfortable, and way more durable than all the other socks she owned. Even after a few months, not a single horizontal stripe was out of line, and they still had a pristine thick fuzziness to them.

Yes. The socks. Those would be perfect.

~~~~~ ~~~~~

The wood-floored basement was used for three things: storage, exceptionally rare games of pool, and Lacey's dark rituals. There was an entire empty side room in the basement that she liked to use for it; the dark red walls gave the ritual a foreboding tone in the near-darkness that she really liked.

As she carried two bags full of her ritual gear into the room, she shivered with that faint, vaguely arousing sensation of practicing forbidden magic, however fake it was. Then her phone buzzed and the feeling abruptly ended. It was a text from Jordan, in the group chat.

"cant make it im sick srry" was all he said. Punctual as usual.

"So sorry, hope you get well soon :(" Lacey replied, wondering if she was really going to study alone with Alex. He was fine and kind of cute with that short black hair, thin physique, and similar height to her own, but put simply, he was an incredibly boring nerd. He had passions and interests and beliefs about the world, and he even loved anime apparently, but he relayed every single thing he said with the enthusiasm of someone reluctantly opening a tax spreadsheet.

Oh well; at least he was good for studying calculus, and Lacey hated changing her schedule at the last minute. And he was still a little neat to be around.

For now though, she had a little under an hour and a half to do her ritual, and it was almost certainly more than enough time.

~~~~~ ~~~~~

The room was dark, and the only light was from a flashlight with a piece of paper in front of it to diffuse the light. In the dim glow, her red dress felt like the dark, seductive outfit of an experienced witch.

With the unlit candles placed in a ring around an arrangement of stones, each engraved with a chalk rune and connected by string, and the socks folded neatly in an open spot in the center, and the ritual implements arranged in front of the circle, she was almost ready to begin. The crystals--they had to embody some aspect of herself, so she used some cheap tumbled gems in the trans flag colors--were piled in front of the ritual circle for later use.

Lacey first lit some jasmine incense in a tiny burner, setting it to the side to keep it out of the way. With the vaguely honey-like scent in the air, she felt as though the ritual had begun, and the arousing allure of magic was suddenly everywhere. She cradled the crystals in her hands and held them close to her chest, feeling a sliver of vague coolness through her dress as her body heat went into them, and she made silent wishes for them to embody her will to be funneled into the thigh-highs, as the ritual demanded.

When they were warm and felt brimming with power, she placed them in a small pile on top of the socks, then lit the candles. Careful not to disturb the air around it too much, she slowly pulled her arms back, and turned off the flashlight, leaving only candlelight.

Next, she picked up the pentacle, which symbolized the groundwork of proper manipulation according to the blog, encompassing the environment, pre-existing mood, and other aspects of any attempt to charm or deceive. Phone in her other hand, she read off some incomprehensible Latin words from the blog, then blew through the center of the trinket and towards the stones to carry the words to their destination.

The tedium of ritual work was somehow exhilarating. Her heartbeat quickened with every magical act, and it all somehow felt real even though she knew none of it was. Next was the wand, a symbol of the charmer's own will. Deftly wielding it, she pointed it straight ahead over the ritual site as if at an unseen victim, and spoke.

"I command you, obey me," she uttered, completing that step in the ritual as she imagined a hot femboy kneeling.

Next was the chalice, which symbolized the will of the victim; she held it to her chest to soften the symbolic will inside the cup, then blew into it, emptying it out and replacing it with her own will. She poured the empty chalice over the center of the ritual site, then set it aside.

Finally was the athame, a ceremonial knife. There was disagreement online over whether a double or single edged athame was better, but Lacey played it safe and went with the double edged one.

This final tool symbolized the act of taking total control, and she had to imbue it with the type of hypnotic power she wished her thigh-highs to have. The website mentioned that you could imbue a weapon with a threatening aura that could coerce anyone it was aimed at, but looking at her thigh-highs, she opted to give it a more traditional hypnotic charm instead; moderately subtle, yet powerful in its overall effect, and vaguely arousing to be overcome by.

Lacey kissed the hilt of the knife, then the flat side, careful not to poke herself. Now to give the improvised speech she made.

"You can't help but obey me," she said. "You'll do anything I say... Look into the thigh-highs, it's okay... Let them take your thoughts away. Your mind will be mine. It feels good to obey... it feels good to drop under my control. Simply let my words replace your thoughts..."

She imagined saying those words to someone while wearing those thigh-highs. With the athame imbued, she traced a circle in the air with it, then blew a kiss through the imaginary ring while still holding the athame, causing all the previous steps to take hold on the socks, imbuing it with all of the desired power; at least, that's what the blog said would happen.

With the tools used, there were only basic, finalizing steps left, chants, the movement of strings and stones, removal of the crystals, and then finally, the gradual snuffing out of the candles, one by one. When the last flame was gone, the ritual was over. She turned the overhead lights back on, and was a little overwhelmed by the bright light.

She looked at the thigh-highs, which were supposed to be her personal tools of hypnotic power now. They didn't look any different or cause her to fall under any sort of spell; the blog did say that the items wouldn't influence their owner, after all, but that merely looking at them would influence anyone else to fall under their spell while used by their owner.

After cleaning up the ritual site, just so that if they happened to go downstairs she wouldn't have to explain the occult stuff to Alex, she looked at her thigh-highs: yeah, why not wear them today? They were still cozy and fun to wear, magic or no magic.

~~~~~ ~~~~~

Sitting in her bedroom again, she changed into a pink skirt, blue shirt, and her new "magic" thigh-highs. Wearing them felt great; not only were they extremely comfortable as usual, but it was fun to think of them as artifacts of overwhelming power. Maybe if a cute guy or girl would put their head between her artifacts of overwhelming power, tonight would be a lot more interesting... For that to happen with Alex though, he'd have to be a lot more interesting in some way she liked instead of just being incredibly boring and mild.

~~~~~ ~~~~~

Alex arrived, wearing his usual gray hoodie and washed out jeans, and when Lacey met him at the door, she was delighted that he brought big coffees for both of them; he didn't say it out loud, but he was holding two to-go coffee cups, so it was obvious. Instead of saying hello in his usual way, the first thing he did was glance at her thigh-highs and stare for a moment, which was a little surprising but totally fine.

"Oh, wow! Thanks for bringing coffee!" Lacey said.

His eyes perked up and he looked stoically forward at her. "Just thought I'd bring some for everyone, even if it's just the two of us."

After accepting the coffee, she turned around, her skirt twirling just slightly.

"Come on in, we can study up in my room," she said. It was where all the anime figurines are, and those were some of the only things that could elicit anything resembling a delightful response from him.

As he followed her inside, she got the sense he was still looking at her thighs; a glance at a table mirror in the living room confirmed that yes, he was staring. Yeah, guys were like that. He took off his shoes in the living room and left them by the door. She went up the stairs, wondering if he was going to be so bold as to look up her skirt even though he already knew what she had up there.. She silently dared him, because that would be interesting, even if she had no plans to do anything whatsoever about it.

She realized that if the occult ritual had worked as advertised, funny things would probably be happening to his brain at the moment; now that was an amusing idea.

They made it to her room, where she already had her laptop, study cards, and paper notes sitting on her bed.

"I think I saw you also writing down notes yesterday, right? I assume you brought yours," Lacey said.

"He went fast at the end, so I couldn't write everything down. Maybe we can compare notes," Alex said as he set his backpack down and pulled his exceptionally thick notebook out. After he found it, he started to get himself situated on the floor for some studying.

"Oh, by the way, I got this the other day," Lacey said, taking one of her new figurines off a high shelf.

"Really?" Alex said as he sat cross-legged on the floor in front of the bed, laptop and backpack both by his side. "You got a second one?"

"I just think she's neat," Lacey said, holding up her new figurine. "They made her trans, I can't not buy a second one with the updated look!"

"Someday I'll buy that game, if I ever feel like it," Alex said as Lacey put it back on the shelf.

Lacey moved her studying stuff onto the floor so she could sit next to him. It seemed as though every time he thought she wasn't looking, he was looking at her legs. Was this the first time he had seen her in these thigh-highs? No, there was that other time... although she was drunk for that, so maybe she wasn't in a good state to catch people sneaking a glance.

She figured it was likely that he'd keep taking occasional glances and say nothing, and that was fine. After they both got settled next to each other,, Lacey stretching her legs out while Alex sat cross-legged, she pulled out her notebook.

"Alright, so here are my notes for that lecture," she said.

While comparing notes and discovering that they wrote down basically all the same information, Lacey kept noticing him staring. Not just at her thighs; her knees, ankles, feet, basically everywhere she was wearing her magic socks.

"So uh, do you think we missed anything?" Alex said after they finished comparing notes, obviously saying something to make it look like he wasn't distracted.

"I don't think so. I'm pretty sure we have everything we need for the test; I have my flash cards, wanna give those a shot?"

"Sure," Alex said.

She moved to sit in front of him, still far enough away to comfortably stretch her legs out, and began quizzing him, setting aside the cards he didn't get right so they could focus on those later. Yet, as it went on, she noticed some change in the way he talked. He started taking longer to answer each question, and even though he had drank some coffee, he didn't seem any more energized. Actually, that was probably just because he was hard to energize in general.

"Doing alright?" Lacey asked.

"Yeah," Alex said with a tone that didn't quite convince her. "I'm just... Those are nice socks."

He finally mentioned them; it was about time, given how much he was staring at them. Since he was talking about them, he had an excuse to actively look at them while she was paying attention to him.

"Yeah, I just put them on a few minutes before you arrived," Lacey said. "They're my favorite pair."

He pulled his eyes away and shook his head. "Oh, sorry for looking at them so much..."

She wondered what to say.

"Nah, it's fine, you can look all you like. I think I just put on some... compelling legwear. No harm in looking, right?"

He let out a sigh of relief. "Ugh, I kind of wish I could take my eyes off them. There's economics stuff I still have to memorize, like how to graph a..."

He stopped, looked at her thighs, and tried and failed to look up at her eyes. Lacey wondered what was going on with him; he was never visibly horny like this.

"Well, Alex, I'm the one reading the cards and not you, so it's not that bad if you look at my thigh-highs. Just follow along and answer me when I ask you a question, okay?"

"Uh-huh, I will," Alex said.

Lacey pulled out the next flash card, and started to wonder what was actually going on. Surely, surely that online ritual didn't work. Maybe he was high on something... no, the most taboo drug Alex ever touched was caffeine.

"Hey, Alex, answer me honestly; before you arrived, was anything unusual going on?"

"Not really."

"Alright. Thank you," Lacey said.

He shivered as she thanked him, which itself was concerning. And was that a bulge in his jeans? Lacey felt her own boner coming on, but she had enough dignity to sigh quietly and adjust her legs to hide it. This was getting weird. Maybe she could still steer it back to casual learning.

She read out the next flash card, and he answered, and correctly this time. She went on to the next. Every time he got an answer right, she said "Good job!" which seemed to fill him with some kind of satisfaction. His sluggishness started to reverse, and he answered more quickly on average with each question, which Lacey took to mean that the coffee was kicking in.

"I still can't look away..." Alex mumbled.

"Do you want to?" Lacey asked.

"Not really..."

"You can keep staring if you want."

There was no way these thigh-highs were actually imbued with magic; that was ridiculous, right?

"How do you feel right now?" Lacey asked.

"Weird... But I really trust you, if you said it was alright then it's alright."

Maybe there was something to the ritual; the thought dug its way into her mind, and it started to itch. How obsessed was he, really? There were ways of checking, some less embarrassing than others.

"Alright, we can go over the flashcards later... for now though, you said you needed to work on graphing, right?"

"I think I said it..."

"So get out a pencil and some paper and I'll see how well you know how to graph some things." Lacey said.

Still looking at her thighs, Alex's hands blindly fumbled with his backpack, eventually managing to find a pencil. He opened his notes to a blank page, but he only managed to find a blank one by looking at pages out of the corner of his eye to see if there was anything on them.

"Alright, now I want you to draw that monopsony graph we saw in class the other day. Not the monopoly one, but the monopsony one. Don't forget to label everything!"

He did so, and not once did he look away from her thighs. Since he was drawing blind, the graph was terrible, atrocious, and altogether pathetically drawn.

"Okay, Alex, now I want you to stop looking at my thigh-highs and--"

He instantly obeyed and averted his eyes, and it somehow didn't seem to pain him all that much.

"--and draw that same graph again, but better."

"Sure... why is it easy to look away when you tell me to?"

"Probably because they're my thigh-highs, so I'm in charge," Lacey said half as a joke and half explaining the actual dynamics at work. And it was a dynamic that was making her erection misbehave...

He finished drawing his graph, which was much better on account of him being able to look where he was drawing.

"Is this better?" he asked, holding it up, still averting his gaze from her thigh-highs.

"Yes. You did a great job! You can look at my thigh-highs again."

He instantly started looking at them again, and he silently gazed at them while she thought. She tried to look for explanations for what was going on, but the most readily available one, that the occult ritual somehow worked and she actually had magic socks now, was ridiculous. That, or he randomly decided to enter a half-hypnotized state and obsess over her thigh-highs on this day in particular.

She looked harder at his face. His eyes were completely focused on her legs, not moving in the slightest. Was it possible for him to get bored of it?

Maybe he'd get bored if she left him alone and said nothing. If he wasn't hypnotized, he'd eventually say something after a while. She pulled out her phone and browsed twitter and crap for a minute, completely ignoring him. He was perfectly content to keep staring in silence. Her legs just had an iron grip on his mind somehow, which was making her arousal worse.

She kept track of time, feeling as though she was going insane with every minute that passed; by the five minute mark, it was clear that whatever was going on, Alex was obviously under the influence of something extremely unusual. And since he seemed willing to obey her, she could find out.

"Alex, I want to ask you again; did anything weird happen at all before you came in?"

"No."

"Do you suspect anything weird might have been added to your coffee? Did you see them make ours?"

"No. I watched them make it. They poured both of ours from the same pot and put the same sugar in both.."

She already drank some of her own coffee and felt fine, so clearly there weren't drugs in the sugar or anything.

"Thank you for answering," Lacey said as she wondered what to do. Clearly, no studying was going to get done with him in this condition. He wasn't even trying to hide his boner anymore, and Lacey wondered what the point of hiding hers was. She still did it out of courtesy, but with a feeling of pointlessness.

Was she supposed to believe that magic was real now? Really?

"Alex, before today, did you have any kind of obsession with thigh-high socks?"

"No... I thought they were boring until I showed up and saw how beautiful yours were..."

She admitted it to herself. Fine, magic was real, whatever.

Wait, magic was real and she had some of it... that was just a good thing.

Lacey looked at the cute guy sitting in front of her. She had a cute guy under her control...

The raging boner in her skirt told her that this was a great idea and that she should totally have some fun.

She set it aside. This was Alex, he was a friend. Could she really do that? Although, he probably wanted all kinds of things right now, and would it be wrong to give them to him?

Then she realized that her magic was all mind control and she was an extremely sexy hypnotist now. She had actual mind control powers. Her thigh-highs could just do that to people's minds. And the idea of hot girls hypnotizing cute guys...

Okay, maybe she could play with him a little. That was a really, really fun role to play.

Excitement filled her as she tried to think of something to do next. Something to test the boundaries. She crafted a scenario that would truly test what she could do... worst case scenario, he would be a little disappointed in her.

"Alex, the next time I snap my fingers, I want you to wake up from your trance, unable to remember anything that happened after you sat down in this room until I tell you to remember it again, and for you to keep staring at my thigh-highs, quickly getting hypnotized again as I count down from five to one. And when I completely count down, you'll go deep into trance... Can you do that for me?"

"Yes..." he mumbled.

"Good," Lacey said. She was nervous, and as she held up her hand, ready to snap her fingers, she wondered how he'd react in the brief moment he was awake.

She snapped her fingers, and Alex shook awake, looking confused and unable to avert his eyes from her thigh-highs.

"Huh? Wha... Oh, sorry, I guess I sat... wow, what's..."

Lacey blushed. It worked! She could really just do that to him.

"Five..."

"Why am I staring..."

"Four. Three..." The power she had over him was very clearly real--and so exhilarating.

"Lacey... oh, this is nice..."

"Two..." Giving him the countdown was so fun.

Alex's head started to tilt as hypnosis started to overtake him again.

"One." And with that, he was fully in trance again. She shuddered in delight at the power she had over him. It worked unbelievably well. What now?

She wanted to give more commands, but those pesky morals kept telling her to avoid any of the really fun ones she was imagining. On the other hand, who said she had to hypnotize him to do that? There were other things she could make him do.

"Alex, before you arrived, did you ever have a crush on me? What did you think about me?"

"Not at all. I always thought you were kind of cool and normal."

"Hmm... Do you have crushes on anyone right now?"

"Only you," Alex said.

"Tell me your darkest secret."

"A year ago I saw a wallet sitting on a bench. Nobody was watching and there weren't any cameras. I opened it up using a napkin to avoid leaving any fingerprints, stole two hundred and nineteen dollars in cash, and walked away. Then I spent it all on this hoodie and a bunch of video games. I was never caught."

"Seriously? Christ," she said, before reminding herself it could have been a million times worse.

She thought more... What was something small she could do that was really enjoyable? Anything she could make him say? Then she came up with something.

"I have an idea," Lacey said. This was going to be good. "Whenever you address me, I want you to call me Mistress Lacey. Can you do that for me?"

"Yes, Mistress Lacey."

Oh, that felt good.

"Say that again."

"Yes, Mistress Lacey."

"Good boy," she said, and the wicked, domineering smile on her face was a sign of her melting guilt.

She realized she didn't have to stay seated. She could stand up... right in front of him. So she did, not bothering to hide the bulge in her skirt anymore, and she brought her legs twelve inches from his face; he stared into her thighs like they were the only thing in the world.

"Instead of sitting like that, I want you to kneel for me," she asked.

He wordlessly obeyed, shifting from merely sitting to being in a lovely kneel. God, he was so cute on his knees.

"You're hopelessly lost in my thigh-highs, aren't you pet?" Lacey asked.

"I am, Mistress Lacey..."

"How do they make you feel?"

"Obedient... horny..."

"That's exactly how I want you to feel." She rubbed his hair. "Good boy."

There was a part of her that saw where her escalating dominance was headed, but she ignored it.

"Now, do you want to be a good boy?"

"I do, Mistress Lacey..."

"Then tell me everything that turns you on."

"I like girls and their bodies, and in particular I love every part of you especially your thigh-highs and obeying you feels good..."

Lacey waited for him to continue, then realized he wasn't.

"Aside from me, is that it? Just.... girls in general? Nothing like choking or anything?"

"Yes, Mistress Lacey."

Alright, she had to fix that, or else his sex life was gonna be boring. Now... what to give him? Hmmm... There were a few really fun things to be into.

"As you stare into my thigh-highs, I want you to develop a love for submitting to women, even outside of trance. When a cute girl wants to dominate you, you'll feel so aroused and so happy, and even more so when she's actually doing it. Being tied up, being teased, being forced to obey, being used in whatever way a girl wants... you get really turned on by it. It's just a powerful fetish you have now, not something you have to do, but it'll feel so good to submit."

Oh, this was fun. Her erection was raging inside her panties. She rubbed his head, thinking of anything extra to add.

"You also love it whenever a girl calls you kitty, pet, puppy, or anything of the sort, or when a girl pets you on the head with the intent to make you horny. Isn't that right, kitty?"

There was an aroused happiness in his hypnotized voice. "Yes, Mistress Lacey..."

What next? Maybe some hypnotic triggers.

"When I snap my fingers and tell you to sleep, I want you to drop into trance, even if you were wide awake. And I want your body to keep itself from falling over or anything when you do drop into trance. And when I snap my fingers and tell you to wake up, you'll wake up."

Hmmm... What if she made him crossdress? That could be fun. It would be preferable if he didn't just flat out turn into a girl though, then it wasn't crossdressing anymore and it wasn't as fun.

"Also, kitty, I want you to get really, really turned on by the idea of wearing women's clothing. They feel so comfortable, so arousing, and so embarrassing in a way that just turns you on more. While wearing them, you just turn into a horny mess. But unless you turn out to be trans, I want you to still think of yourself as a cute guy, which just makes you hornier."

Good so far: she thought of more things, then spoke again.

"And by the way, you love it when a girl makes you cum, but when you're alone, you really love to deny yourself orgasm. It feels right for girls to decide when you cum. And if they specifically tell you not to cum... you won't cum until they tell you you can, and knowing they have this power over you will make you so horny."

She smiled. "Good pet. You're doing such a good job, letting me put all this into your mind... I feel like I should reward you somehow. Would you like a reward?"

"Yes, Mistress Lacey."

She put a finger on her chin in a pretend act of indecision. "Hmmm... would you like to wear some girly clothing?"

"Yes please, Mistress Lacey, I would love it so much..."

"First, I want you to get naked for me. Take off your jeans and underwear first and do a little spin for me, then take off everything else. You can do that, right?"

"Yes, Mistress Lacey..."

Lacey sat on the foot of the bed with her legs crossed, staring at her pet like he was a delightful plaything. His jeans came down to the floor, and... why did he have shaved legs? It was a gift she'd gladly accept, even if she was unsure why.

Wait, she could just find out.

"Why do you have shaved legs, by the way?"

"Because it was comfortable, Mistress Lacey. I like the smooth feeling and it helps me sleep."

She nodded. Fair enough. He took off his underwear which had a little wet spot of pre-cum on it,, and as expected, he was nice and hard underneath. His dick was completely average, same as hers, yet the fact that she was responsible for his obediently stiff state was so delightful.

He did a cute spin, and she stared at his peggable ass while it was facing her. She owned it too; he was all hers. Then his hoodie came off, then his anime tee, and finally, his socks.

Having a naked pet completely under her control made her want to immediately pin him down and use him, but she had a better plan. There were two maid outfits in the closet, both clean and approximately his size. One of them had a tighter chest than the other, so that one would work better for him.

"Now pet... Kneel naked right there for me while I bring out your reward. Close your eyes and imagine my soft sock-clad thighs pressed against your face..."

She went to the closet and opened it up. The maid outfit was in there somewhere... Then she stopped when she realized she forgot something. As she sorted through the boxes and hanging clothes, she decided to give him those extra fetishes now.

"By the way pet, you really get turned on by having your nipples touched and played with, and also, you love getting pegged, you want dildos and plugs and girldick in your butt. Just please be careful with it though, don't hurt yourself in a bad way."

Then she found the box with the full outfit in it. She brought it to the bed and took everything out; thin white thigh-highs, black heels, a set of frilly panties that didn't come with the set but which matched anyway, an immensely cute black and white dress, some detached sleeves, a pair of white gloves, and a cute headband. There was only one thing she wanted him to wear that wasn't in the box, so she took a brief detour to her closet to grab it, emerging moments later with a pink leather collar.

Sitting at the foot of the bed once more, legs crossed right in front of him, she set most of the outfit below her hanging legs, but kept the pink collar in her right hand.

"Open your eyes, pet." He obeyed. "Now, I want you to take the maid outfit I set in front of you and put it on. Please look at the outfit instead of my thigh-highs while you're putting it on, that way you don't trip and fall like an idiot. Can you do that for me?"

"Yes, Mistress Lacey."

"Good."

As he started putting the outfit on, starting with the socks, she thought about how much fun this was. Anything really was possible; he'd happily go along with any of it. Once both socks were on, he looked like a proper femboy. He put on the heels, then slipped the panties on over his erection. Then he started putting on the dress...

It didn't take long for him to have the whole outfit on, and Lacey was delighted. One last thing though...

"Now lean closer so I can put this on."

He obeyed, and she slipped the collar around his neck, making it pleasantly tight as it clicked into place.

With him fully dressed, it was time to make him act the part.

"Now, pet, when you wake up from trance, I want you to be my obedient cute maid boy. You won't remember me ever hypnotizing you, instead thinking that you offered to be my slutty maid and that I had an outfit ready for you, and you'll think you just now finished putting it on. You think it's normal to serve me, to express how horny you are, to obey every single thing I say. You think you got these ideas earlier today, and they just made so much sense to you. And you'll be enthusiastic about everything you do, and express yourself as such. And finally, once you're out of trance... I want you to not fall into trance again until I snap my fingers and tell you to sleep. My thigh-highs are the hottest thing I'm wearing, but I don't want them to make you mindless again. Okay?"

"Yes, Mistress Lacey."

"Good kitty." She snapped her fingers. "Now wake up."

He emerged from his stupor, and looked at Lacey with pride and a cute smile.

"Mistress Lacey! How do I look?"

"You look delightful. Especially collared."

"I'm so glad you let me be your maid... I was worried you'd say no."

So the hypnosis was that good; his mind was filling in the details with stuff that made sense.

Lacey giggled. "I've been wanting a cute femboy maid for a while. Although, if I said no and laughed at you, would that turn you on a little?"

Alex blushed and looked down with a dirty, embarrassed smile. "Yeah..."

"Hehe. Now kitty, would you like to serve me?"

"Yes please!"

"Go ahead and bring me my coffee."

"With pleasure, Mistress Lacey!"

~~~~~ ~~~~~

Having a sexy maid boy was great. Making him bring her things and pose and do work for her was just so fun. For a straight hour, Lacey used him, and about an hour and a half of exceptionally horny relaxation around the house went by. She also had him clean stuff around the house that it wasn't her responsibility to clean, just because watching him do chores for her was such a turn-on.

Between chores, and sometimes during them, she'd give him a little teasing touch; gripping his thighs, touching his neck, rubbing his nipples through his dress as she reminded him that bras were for girls and that slutty boys shouldn't wear them...

Eventually, she went back up to her bedroom with him, and decided to have him dust all her anime figurines and shelves. The dust wasn't that bad, but it was about time for a cleaning.

~~~~~ ~~~~~

"Mistress Lacey! The figurines and shelves are all clean now!" Alex said after a while, a horny glimmer in his eyes.

She put down the book she was reading in her bed and stood up. He bowed cutely and held his hands together in front of his apron as she walked around and evaluated his work. It was good; as good as one would expect from someone who was wholly devoted to who they were serving.

Maybe now was a good time for some more intense fun.

"Oh kitty, you did such a good job! Put the duster back where it was downstairs, then come back up here. I think I'd like to outright play with you for a bit. Wouldn't you love that?"

The arousal in him seemed to perk up. Lacey wondered if his panties were wetter than her own...

"I'd love it, Mistress Lacey! Play with me however you want! I'll be right back."

He darted downstairs, and she sat at the foot of her bed and went over a few ideas to herself. When he returned, she had made up her mind.

"Come closer... a little closer... there we go, good kitty." He was just inches from where she sat. "Now, when I'm playing with you, I don't want you to cum at all, okay?"

"I won't, Mistress Lacey. Do whatever you like."

"Good. Now hold still as I tease you a little..."

She reached up to his chest and gently rubbed his nipples through his dress. She giggled as he let out a little moan.

"Oh, my good kitty," Lacey said. "Not putting a bra on you was such a good idea."

"Mhm," Alex said. "I'm too much of a slutty boy to wear one."

"I have a suggestion," she said as she pinched them, making him subtly squirm, "What if I let you put your head between my thighs?"

"Oh Mistress Lacey, that would be the best thing ever! Yes please! I'll do everything I can to satisfy you down there."

"There's just one thing I need you to do..."

"I'll do it!"

"Beg for me, cutely please," she demanded as she pinched them harder.

"Oh please, Mistress Lacey, I'm just a horny helpless maid kitty who wants to please his owner... Serving you with my face between your thighs would be so fun, you can toy with me and turn me into an even hornier mess and use your slutty kitten however you want, so please let me put my face down there..."

"Good kitty."

Satisfied, Lacey took her hands off his chest and lay back down on the bed, head on her pillow, and she picked up her book again. She spread her legs just wide enough for his head to fit, flipped her skirt up so her thighs and very wet panties were showing, and beckoned him closer.

"Now, kitty, I want you to crawl in front of me and kiss my thighs, just above where my socks end. Give them a bunch of little kisses. Then I'll tell you when you can put your whole head between them."

"Yes, Mistress Lacey!"

She held the book in front of her face, feigning a kind of domineering indifference that started to feel really good. She peeked above the pages, watching her pet maid crawl towards her. He positioned himself above her legs, then lowered his head towards her thighs. If her erection were angled towards him, her wet panties would have pressed against his face.

The kisses began, and she watched his obedient little face worship her legs. The feeling of his mouth against her thighs was simply delightful, and the fleeting feeling of the fabric of his clothes touching against her thigh-highs simply made it better.

Pretending to read, she simply enjoyed his obedient mouth.

"Exactly like that. Keep going," she said.

He obeyed, and she spent a brief while enjoying his kisses. The domination, his obedience, and her complete control were the best part, but the physical sensations themselves just added to it. Even if she tried, not much reading was going to get accomplished, so she didn't bother. And despite her pet not being hypnotized at the moment, it wasn't like he was in a state to realize she wasn't turning the pages.

"Now move your kisses up closer to my panties."

He obeyed, making a trail of cute kisses that moved towards her groin.

"Closer."

They came dangerously close to her panties, and to the erection barely inside them.

"Keep kissing..."

She was extremely sensitive near there, and being kissed was such a lovely form of pleasure. There weren't many ways it could be better... although, she really wanted some of those ways to happen.

"Pet, I want you to start kissing the wet spot in the middle of my panties. If I tell you to stop, stop and pull your head back."

She readied herself for his kisses, and then they arrived. His warm mouth against her cool, soaked panties was so refreshing.

"Good kitty. Oh, use your tongue a little."

He happily got his tongue involved, moving it around with endless devotion. Still holding her book with one hand, she rubbed his hair with her other.

Lacey let out a happy moan. "Yeah, keep going slut..."

The pleasure built up. She wondered if she wanted to finish from this...

"Rub your slutty little body against my legs, while you're at it. Not your dick though."

He obeyed, and the arousing sensations went right through her comfy socks. His chest, his legs, both of them did what they could to rub themselves against her. His body almost massaged her whole lower half, and she welcomed it.

"Moan for me. Come on."

"Mmm," he mumbled. "Oohh.."

"Go on, kitty. Louder."

He pleasured her with almost mindless obedience. Even though his mouth wasn't pleasuring much of her dick, she was still quickly coming closer and closer to orgasm. All of it felt so good. Her hand moved more forcefully through his hair.

"Good kitty, oh, good kitty, keep going you slutty boy..."

She gently scratched his scalp, making him shiver as he kissed and licked and rubbed and moaned.

Lacey wanted his servitude to go on for so much longer, but orgasm was so close.

"More... I'm almost done, kitty..."

If he had a ponytail, she would have yanked on it.

"Ah... ah..." she moaned.

She set the book on the bed, delighting in the moment. Orgasm was almost there. Just a few more kisses... Her pet kissed and licked as much as he could... Almost there... almost finished...

"And stop," Lacey said as part of an aroused sigh, and he pulled back.

She took in a deep breath as his body went still, and the sound of her heartbeat banged in her ears, as she plateaued just before orgasm. That was close.

Giving her body a moment to cool off, she remained silent for a moment, and he held still and quiet on top of her. Finally, she spoke again.

"Oh, you're such a good kitty... I'll let you have your reward."

"Thank you, thank you, thank you so much Mistress Lacey, serving you is the real reward. You tasted so good!"

"Now put your head between my thighs, and just lay down between my legs."

He obeyed. Laying between her legs, he rested the back of his head on the bed, and she pressed her sock-clad thighs against his ears.

Rubbing his ears with her thighs, Lacey spoke. "Do you know why I didn't want to cum?"

"Why?" he said, showing he could still hear her.

"So I could use you all night and be so excited the whole time."

"Mmm..." he happily mumbled.

As he lay between her legs and she gently squeezed his head, the sharp peak of arousal began to give way to a lovely sea of horny relaxation.

Yet the urge to play with him remained.

"You know, pet... I have an idea."

"Mhm?"

"Do you really need a name when you're with me?"

"Serving you is all I need. If I could give up my name and it would make you happy, I would!"

"Hmmm... I can just take it away from you. I'd like to just call you kitty and pet and stuff like that. How does it sound?"

He giggled softly. "I feel so owned by you, that I feel like you could just take it out of my mind with a few words..."

"Correct. Now..." She snapped her fingers. "Sleep."

His body went limp between her legs.

"Let my thigh-highs draw you back into slumber. Let your mind become pliable once again, ready to be changed as I tease you with every word I say."

There wasn't a response from him, as expected.

"Now, when you're serving me, I want you to forget your name. Let it drop out of your mind. It'll come back if you're ever not serving me. I could say the name you had before, and you wouldn't recognize it. But pet, kitty, puppy, all those lovely terms... they feel so natural to you. And when you wake up from trance, you won't remember being hypnotized; you'll think it's just normal that I can take away your name and give it back. Do you understand?"

"I understand, Mistress Lacey."

"Good. Now..." She snapped her fingers. "Wake up."

He moved, but only ever so slightly.

"Now pet... do you remember your name?"

He was silent for a moment.

"Oh, Mistress Lacey, I don't think I have one right now... how do you even do that?"

"Mistress's secret. Now kitty, you don't need a name to purr, so I want you to lay there, enjoy my thigh-highs, and purr cutely for me until I tell you to stop. Rub your head against them too."

"Mmmm... mrrrow... mmrp... mmrrr..." His purring was passable at best, but she wasn't a harsh judge.

She picked up her book again, and was just barely able to read. Now was a good time to relax for a while.

With her horny maid kitten between her legs, she wondered how long she could really use him. Probably until really late at night, since she had to sleep sometime. And regrettably, it was proper kitty maid maintenance to let them sometimes sleep too--in a normal way, not in the hypnotic way.

And there were definitely other uses for these thigh-highs aside from turning someone into her part-time femboy maid. She could think of quite a few, not paying much mind to her book in the process.

Although, in her eyes, making and using femboy maids was clearly the best use of hypnotic powers.