Becoming A Sissy Bitch For An Alien

I felt a bit embarrassed at that and turned away. It was easy to blame the crystal but she wasn't wrong. This whole thing, it was just so, fascinating. It beat the months just sitting around doing nothing, waiting for my next assignment, that was for damn sure. A super hot alien woman, from a race I'd barely heard of, with mind changing crystal affects. It was night and day compared to my usual life. So much more exciting and without any risks like exploring a new planet comes with.

I felt four arms around me and looked up... and up. Kione was above me, looking down. My head was between her ample breasts.

I felt something hard pressed against me but I tried to ignore that. It wasn't very difficult.

"I see no reason to wait Jax. Let's head to the bedroom."

She let go and gently pushed me forward. I gulped, feeling nervous for some reason.

Once in the bedroom, I wasted no time getting undressed but it felt, different this time for some reason. Once I was naked, I was expecting to be told to get on the bed again, for the same thing to happen, but once I was naked, Kione went to her closet and pulled something out.

"Jax, go ahead and put this on."

I looked at it and my jaw dropped. It was a maid costume, emphasis on 'costume'. It was frilly, with a skirt, but where the crotch was, there was a large hole, clearly meant for something. It was, also, incredibly pink. It was the single most stereotypically girly thing I think I had ever seen.

"What?! No way!"

"Come on now Jax. Wear it."

"I, I won't even look good in that!"

I heard her mumble something below her breath that sounded like "not yet" before she just looked at me and smiled warmly.

And waited.

N-no, I wouldn't do it.

She just smiling, full of warmth, waiting.

"No!"

She radiated acceptance and love. But it also felt like she was a wall of steel at that moment. Impossible to refuse. Domineering but not tyrannical. She wouldn't me, to do anything, but it also felt like I'd end up doing whatever she said anyway...

"N-no?"

It was only a few minutes later before I felt myself trying to cringe into myself and die. I was wearing the maid costume. My dick was poking out the whole in the front and I looked, horrible to be honest. Just, horrible. Bright pink and white and fluffy and, just, terrible.

"You look cute."

My heart sped up a little at that.

"N-no I don't. I look horrible."

Kione reached out with one hand and began rubbing my head. I felt myself leaning slightly into it. It felt good.

"You look cute."

I felt myself cringing and blushing. I didn't want to look cute!...Did I? I, I guess that was okay, right? It was better than looking ugly as hell.

Before my thoughts could go further, I felt Kione reach down and pick me up!

She was carrying me, in a bridal type position!

"P-put me down!"

She just smirked and one of her two hands carrying me, reached over and began stroking me. I heard myself let out a moan while her other hand started rubbing my head again.

"Cute."

"I-I'm not-

She hadn't stopped stroking me, hadn't stopped carrying me, hadn't stopped gently stroking my head. I felt so, so...

So turned on.

I wanted to do more and more. I didn't know what, but I wanted more.

Kione kept pleasuring me, smiling down at me. Staring directly into her eyes as she carried me and get me off was just, I felt small. What was strange was how much I enjoyed that feeling.

It wasn't long before I ended up cumming all over the maid costume, the white cum mixing with the pink and white of it.

Kione put me down on the ground gently. I was on my knees and right in front of me was her cock. I wasn't gay. But Kione wasn't really a guy, right? And, and it was there right in front of me and I was still. It, it wasn't right that I wasn't pleasuring her, right? My mind tried to think but it just, I didn't, I-

I started sucking it.

Before I even understood what I was doing, one of Kione's hands came down and started holding my again, but it felt very very different now.

"Good boy."

That sent a shiver up my body, a pleasure that felt amazing. I was Kione's good boy. And her cock, it was so, so awesome. It was big and hot and it filled my entire my mouth. I hadn't noticed how long and thick it was before.

I looked up at her, her dick still in my mouth, and saw her eyes peering down at me. My mind felt fuzzy, lost in lust. It was so hot, it was so good.

"Such a good boy you are Jax. Keep sucking. You're doing so well."

I kept doing so, it wasn't a conscious thought or decision, I was just doing what felt good and god it felt All those adjectives people use was right. Long, thick, hot, warm, hard, it was all of that. But they don't describe how I felt. I felt it filling me up, dominated, at her mercy. There was nothing stopping me from ramming her meat down my throat and throat fucking me and that thought brought so much pleasure that I ended up moaning with her cock in my mouth. But no, she was gentle. Gentle and beautiful and amazing.

I sucked and sucked until-

"I'm gonna cum Jax. Swallow it."

Her voice was panting, breathy, heavy. I felt like I was gonna cum again just from hearing it. My mind barely registered her words. I was lot and gone and enjoying every moment of it.

Then warmth, liquid warmth, filled me and I felt like coughing. It poured down my throat, salty and thick and sticky. I swallowed it down and felt it coat my entire mouth before hitting my stomach.

Kione moaned above me, sounding far more, animalistic than before.

But one of her hands never left my head, gently running through my hair.

"Good boy."

I felt tired. That was, hot. Physically hot. I was sweaty and tired and it was all so overwhelming.

I was also basking in the afterglow of it all.

I felt more than understood that Kione was picking me up again, but this time she must've been very dexterous because it wasn't long before I felt the air on my skin and realized I was naked. She had taken my maid costume off.

She brought me over to the bed and it wasn't long before we both fell asleep, her holding from behind with all of her arms. It felt nice to be the little spoon and be held.

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I woke up slowly and felt better than I had in, god, years. Then the event of last nights hit me like a sledgehammer and, well, I still felt pretty good but also very, very confused. I, did all of that, really happen? I did that? Part of my mind was now experiencing gay panic, another part was worrying about mind control effects from a crystal, and another was scared at how much I enjoyed the whole thing.

That last part was winning, cuz it was all coupled with the fact of I enjoyed all of that, which was a galactic ton. It had all felt so, so great. So unbelievably great. Remembering her stroking me, me sucking dick, her stroking my head the whole time, being called a Good Boy. It all brought so much, joy. Which was also scary and very confusing. Focusing on her stroking my head seemed innocent enough at least. That was a, warm, soft joy. Just pure, happiness. And there's the fear about mind control again. I'm gonna need some time to think about all of this.

"Good morning Jax."

I heard a soft whisper next to my ear and jolted a little. I had somehow forgotten who was holding me, or that I was being held.

"How are you feeling?"

I really, really considered lying and maybe it was the crystals effects on me but I eventually just told the truth.

"Scared a little bit to be honest."

She hugged me tighter.

"Scared about what you did last night and if it was the crystal affecting you?"

"...yeah."

"It was. I told you, it makes you more submissive. That means you wish to serve. You wish to pleasure others. You wish to be ordered and told what to do. And you are more willing to go along with what others say. Particularly me. You felt pleasured, you felt happy, you felt good, and you wanted me to feel so as well. You wanted to serve me, to be dominated. So you did."

"...That's what its like to be a drone?"

"Yes. To let all your worries seep away as someone else takes control. To feel pure pleasure from pleasuring another. To feel happiness merely by serving another and even more by being acknowledged. There are more specific effects but they all stem from the same basic concept."

"You know thats uh, kinda scary right?"

"Don't be afraid. The effects of the crystal are already starting to wear off. In a few days time, they'll be gone entirely. The innate pleasure and desire from submission will leave you, as well as the other effects."

"What on earth are these other effects?"

Somehow, even from behind me, I could tell she was smirking.

"Did you like feeling cute last night Jax?"

"That! That was, that was, I wasn't cute!"

She laughed and breathily whispered in my ear.

"You looked so pretty."

I squirmed at that. Okay, so the drone mindset also makes me, uh, like being girly?

Soon, Kione let me go and we both got on with our day. I went back home and did... nothing. She was right, my thoughts were no longer nearly as obsessed with her. It was, it was boring. Dull and grey. It wasn't even just the lack of near obsession. Trying to think about doing what I did again just, didn't carry the same joy.

Alright, sure, sucking cock again, yeah, makes sense I wouldn't be in love with that idea.

But even just her holding me like she did or being called a 'Good boy' or being carried or wearing something 'girly', none of those things seemed appealing anymore.

Soon, my thoughts went back to how I'd normally feel and well, those just felt, normal.

I didn't meet Kione the next day, we were both busy and our lives didn't around one another.

As the effects started to wear off more, I found myself... sad. Empty almost.

Maybe it should have been hard to see why, but that part was easy. I enjoyed something and now I couldn't enjoy it anymore. And I'd lived all my life feeling how I normally feel, the return of feeling like I'd enjoy bending a nice woman over and fucking the hell out of them just didn't carry the same joy as what was in my memories.

That part did take some thought. I can't say I'm the introspective but when you're messing around with your own mind, not thinking things through and trying to understand them is just stupid.

And it eventually came to me.

I was submissive all my life and I hated it.

Not in a personality way but in actions. Parents tell you what to do, how to do it, set rules and regulations. Teachers are the same, and no one really likes it. And then, you're free and can do whatever you want... except not really. Now you're just directionless, total freedom of your life means you don't know what to do. Some people take like that to a fish to a water but me? I just, I just drifted. It's not like I'm in love with being a privateer, it just got me to go to new places, which was nice. See the universe.

But not only are you now mostly free and directionless, the world still craps on you on a good day and you still have plenty of rules and laws to follow. Your company or job, the governments, your community, little and big things. Always under thumb. And most people hate it, swallow it, ignore it, and go on with life.

The idea of suddenly waking up and to follow the governments orders or will made me shiver in horror. Even if I'd love it, I sure as fuck wouldn't be me, right?

But that's not how it was with Kione. I was 100% me, just a me that loved being doted on and controlled... by 1 person. If she suddenly pulled a knife or that scary sword, I wouldn't just be okay with it, I wasn't insane. If she told me to do something I didn't want to do, I wouldn't do it.

Honestly, the whole mindset was mostly geared towards sex. And that was than fine by me. Because god, a life of submissive sex sounded better than whatever the hell I was doing now. Not that I wanted to be that permanently but, a little while was fine.

I went over to the crystal. Kione had given me it. I grabbed it and felt the fading effects be reinforced. Suddenly, what we had done before didn't just seem nice, doing them seemed like an amazing idea. I found my thoughts with Kione, of sucking her dick, of having her cum over me, of dressing up and twirling for her in that maid costume.

It was jarring, yes. It was arguably unnatural, sure.

But god, I was already so much happier.

And frustrated. I was already cursing myself for not contacting Kione and seeing if we could meet up using the crystal. If I had to wait a day or hell, days before seeing her, I feel like I'd go crazy.

Luckily, after calling her, she said she was free tonight.

I tried, I really, really tried not to show two damn hours early. I even succeded.

I showed up one hour early. Progress.

Kione took one look at me and her trade mark smile made an appearance.

"You used the crystal again Jax?"

"Yeah. I just, I felt better this way."

She didn't say anything to that but her smile did grow wider. Before long we were back in her bedroom.

"I feel like all we do is have sex."

"Oh? If you want to go watch a movie instead right now, I am more than willing."

"I didn't mean right now!"

She chuckled.

"Don't worry Jax, I have a feeling that soon, we'll have much more time to spend together. But before that,"

She walked over to her closet and brought out an outfit. I had mentally prepared to wind up in that maid outfit again.

I was not at all prepared for a latex crop top, a black speedo and, is that a collar?!

"What on earth is that stuff?!"

"Just a few fun items. Go on. Put them on."

"No way!"

I was absolutely not going to-

She was giving me that look again.

I folded like a deck of cards.

It wasn't long before I was wearing the speedo, which was also latex surprise surprise, and the latex crop top. I looked like some kinda bdsm kink person.

"Cute."

"How is this cute?!"

"I think it's cute."

I felt myself practically blushing. Am, am I really cute... like this? No way!

I took a double look at Kione. She was already naked and seemed... hornier than usual. There was just a certain, fire, in her eyes.

"Now the collar."

The collar was a simple black band. Unmistakably a collar but not anything crazy. The idea of wearing one was weird but, it was fine, right?

She closed it around my neck and it was, tight. I don't think I could've slipped a finger under it.

Then Kione grabbed at the front, slightly below the collar, pulled and-

"What is that?!"

Kione blinked.

"A leash of course."

"This collar has a leash?!"

It was true. I hadn't even noticed it but the collar came with a damn leash. Kione gave it a light tug and I felt my head being pulled forward a little. Oh boy.

Kione looked at me. She was fully naked, her four arms at her sides besides the one holding the collar, light purple skin glistening in the light, cock hard and erect, her horns seeming to give her another foot. She seemed, like a lot of woman.

"Get on your knees."

There was no force or heat in her voice, besides lust. But it was still an order and I found myself gulping. I knew what she wanted me to do and strangely, I found myself getting turned on by the idea too. Imagining her thick cock in my mouth. I shook the thoughts from my head and did as I was told, kneeling.

And I didn't have to imagine anything. Her cock was huge, it was long, it was warm and it was right next to my face. I wanted it. Oh god I wanted it in my mouth. I wanted to suck on it, I wanted to choke on it, to be slammed into it, to be forced to swallow her cum and drink gallons as-

Her hand was on my head again, stroking me. Running through my hair, before gripping the back of it lightly.

"Suck my dick."

I did. I shoved it in my mouth, drooling on it, getting lost in sucking on it. Moving my head back and forth, feeling Kione lightly pulling my leash, pulling me down on her cock, it was like a dream. I tried to go deeper but it was just so big, it was so much to fit in my mouth. I kept trying, with helpful light tugs from Kione, before I finally was able to deep throat, her hand never leaving my head, holding me there. I bobbed up and down, coating it, letting it slide down my mouth and deep down my throat, gagging on it. I felt Kione pull me down onto her and words I couldn't make out above me before I felt her cumming inside me. I coughed and gagged and it was a magical experience. This, this was exactly what I wanted. To feel her giant cock fuck my throat. To be impaled on it. To have her cum seep down inside me, to make me her sex toy.

I was pulled off her cock, still trying to lick and suck it.

"Good Boy."

It was like a firecracker of pleasure went off inside me. Yesss, I wanted to be called a Good Boy. More, more. I wanted to slam myself back onto her dick but the leash wouldn't let me. Mean leash.

Kione was looking at me and I could see she was more than tempted to let go of the leash, but eventually she pulled lightly and said,

"That's enough for tonight."

Nooooo. Not fair.

I want cock, cock, more cock. Fuck me, I want more cock. I want her cock.

Kione pulled on the leash, trying to get me to stand up. Noooo. But she just kept tugging, waiting, not letting me do anything more. Eventually I stood up and showing off again, she removed my clothing. I was hopeful for more but the look on her face said otherwise.

"Sorry Jax, shower and rest. It's not yet time. But," She stroked my face with one of her hands, sending waves of happiness through me "you are so, so cute."

I felt my heart soar. Yes, I was cute. Kione thought I was cute.

The shower was short but already I could feel the lust receding and the clarity returning a little. It changed nothing. It just felt too damn good to be someone else's. I wanted more of it. But Kione seemed to almost be waiting for something before going, what, too far? I don't know. But the libido made it hard to sleep, even with her holding me from behind.

God, feeling her above, squeezing me, her four arms wrapped around me, I wanted to cry from how good it felt. From how good it felt to be her's.

Sleep did come, eventually, and I woke up feeling just as refreshed as I had a few days ago.

But another day had passed and my normal way of thinking threatened to come back. I'd seen enough, I didn't want to go back to that grey dullness of being. To just not care and float away through life. It didn't feel so much like a return as happiness literally seeping away from my body.

In a move that startled even me, but reminded me that submission was not pure mind control, I freed myself from Kione's arms and headed home. I needed that crystal.

I felt bad and left a message on her Omni-trex. I got home and immediately grabbed and used the crystal and weirdly, it felt like I hit a sort of... limit? It took me a second to realize what it was. The first and second use of the crystal had been a lot. Maybe not noticeable at first but the pure near obsession of someone and the sexual change to my thoughts could practically be measured. And this was more but it also, was, steady? I wanted Kione more, to feel pretty and dress up, to be cute, to suck and fuck her cock, but it wasn't like I was a drooling mess on the floor about it, with no other thoughts. I still wanted to actually watch a movie and eat breakfast with her and to play a game or two, to travel. I was more of what I had been, but not to the point I expected. No wonder Kione said drones were usually happy. To feel this way all the time must be, amazing. The only part that annoyed me a little was how much I fucking wanted to her big meaty cock now and suck her balls dry. But that was mostly because it was the largest mental change. More like waking up with an extra limb than anything else. Annoying, but I'd get use to and appreciate it. Really, I already had been and the memories of last night had me heading to the bathroom to masturbate.