Keith's heart raced as he entered the dimly lit room, the air thick with the scent of leather and something more tantalizing. The Mistress stood there, her presence commanding, dressed in a tight PVC outfit that hugged her curves like a second skin. Her eyes locked onto his, a smirk playing on her lips as she slowly crossed one leg over the other, revealing her glossy, high-heeled feet."Come closer, Keith," she purred, her voice smooth and hypnotic. "I want you to appreciate the beauty of my feet."Keith hesitated, but the allure was too strong. He approached, his eyes fixed on her feet, which seemed to glow under the soft lights."Now, kneel," she commanded, and without thinking, Keith obeyed. His knees hit the floor with a soft thud, bringing him face level with her feet."Good boy," she cooed. "Now, I want you to take a deep breath. Smell my feet, Keith. Let their scent fill your senses."He leaned forward, his nose almost touching the shiny surface of her shoes. As he inhaled, a wave of dizziness washed over him. The scent was intoxicating, a mix of leather and something uniquely hers."That's it," she whispered, her voice growing softer, more distant. "Let yourself drift... deeper into trance with every breath."Keith felt his surroundings fade away, leaving only the sensation of her feet and the sound of her voice. His mind felt light, floating, as if detached from his body."Now, Keith, I'm going to transform you," she continued, her words weaving through his consciousness like a spell. "You will become my sissy, addicted to the smell of my feet and the feel of your new attire."She reached down, unzipping a small bag at her side. From it, she pulled out a mini dress, also made of PVC, shimmering under the lights. It was unmistakably feminine, with a tight fit and a hem that would barely cover anything."Put this on," she instructed, handing it to him. Keith, still in a daze, complied, slipping the dress over his head. It clung to his body, feeling alien yet exciting."Look at yourself," she said, guiding him to a mirror. There, Keith saw not himself, but a sissy, dressed in the PVC mini dress, his expression vacant and compliant."From now on, you are no longer Keith. You are Kayla, my devoted sissy," she declared, her tone final. "And Kayla loves the smell of my feet, don't you?""Yes, Mistress," Keith—now Kayla—murmured, his voice tinged with a newfound femininity."Good. Now, Kayla, let's deepen this trance. You will crave my feet, crave the smell, crave the transformation they bring. Every time you inhale their scent, you will fall deeper under my control."As she spoke, she pressed her foot against his face, forcing him to inhale deeply once more. The world faded again, leaving only the sensation of her foot and the echo of her commands.

Keith enters a room where the Mistress commands him to kneel and smell her feet, which he does, feeling a trance-like state. The Mistress then transforms Keith into a sissy named Kayla by having him put on a PVC mini dress. Finally, the Mistress deepens Kayla's trance by forcing him to inhale her foot's scent again, reinforcing his new identity.

Keith's heart raced as he entered the dimly lit room, the air thick with the scent of leather and something more tantalizing. The Mistress stood there, her presence commanding, dressed in a tight PVC outfit that hugged her curves like a second skin. Her eyes locked onto his, a smirk playing on her lips as she slowly crossed one leg over the other, revealing her glossy, high-heeled feet.

"Come closer, Keith," she purred, her voice smooth and hypnotic. "I want you to appreciate the beauty of my feet."

Keith hesitated, but the allure was too strong. He approached, his eyes fixed on her feet, which seemed to glow under the soft lights.

"Now, kneel," she commanded, and without thinking, Keith obeyed. His knees hit the floor with a soft thud, bringing him face level with her feet.

"Good boy," she cooed. "Now, I want you to take a deep breath. Smell my feet, Keith. Let their scent fill your senses."

He leaned forward, his nose almost touching the shiny surface of her shoes. As he inhaled, a wave of dizziness washed over him. The scent was intoxicating, a mix of leather and something uniquely hers.

"That's it," she whispered, her voice growing softer, more distant. "Let yourself drift... deeper into trance with every breath."

Keith felt his surroundings fade away, leaving only the sensation of her feet and the sound of her voice. His mind felt light, floating, as if detached from his body.

"Now, Keith, I'm going to transform you," she continued, her words weaving through his consciousness like a spell. "You will become my sissy, addicted to the smell of my feet and the feel of your new attire."

She reached down, unzipping a small bag at her side. From it, she pulled out a mini dress, also made of PVC, shimmering under the lights. It was unmistakably feminine, with a tight fit and a hem that would barely cover anything.

"Put this on," she instructed, handing it to him. Keith, still in a daze, complied, slipping the dress over his head. It clung to his body, feeling alien yet exciting.

"Look at yourself," she said, guiding him to a mirror. There, Keith saw not himself, but a sissy, dressed in the PVC mini dress, his expression vacant and compliant.

"From now on, you are no longer Keith. You are Kayla, my devoted sissy," she declared, her tone final. "And Kayla loves the smell of my feet, don't you?"

"Yes, Mistress," Keith—now Kayla—murmured, his voice tinged with a newfound femininity.

"Good. Now, Kayla, let's deepen this trance. You will crave my feet, crave the smell, crave the transformation they bring. Every time you inhale their scent, you will fall deeper under my control."

As she spoke, she pressed her foot against his face, forcing him to inhale deeply once more. The world faded again, leaving only the sensation of her foot and the echo of her commands.

Keith meets a Mistress wearing PVC who seduces him with Her hypnotic feet. She puts them in his face and tells him to sniff while She drops him into trance. She sissifies him and gets him addicted to the smell of Her feet and his PVC mini dress. She then gives him a female name. She drops him deeper and brainwashes him

Foot-Smelling Trance: Sissified for the Goddess's Feet

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