Stud Clara and Sissy Missy Ch. 04

This is the 4th of 8 stories in the DominaTech stories, including 6 Stud Clara and Sissy Missy Stories.

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Penny's home was only about an hour away. Clara wasn't exactly excited about the visit at first, but they did need their streaming revenue. Restarting their online presence without any fear of being revealed or exposed was too important, especially if what Penny said was true.

She pulled into the driveway of a cozy little house in the suburb, Penny getting out in front of her and walking over to her window. "Thanks again for hearing me out."

"I'm just hearing you out. And remember the deal. Whatever I decide, you stay out of my life unless I contact you."

Penny nodded and led her inside, practically buzzing with excitement. The interior was just as nice and cozy as the outside, only a bit more of a mess. There was a man sitting down on the couch and watching the game, looking pretty annoyed when the pair of them entered.

"What took you so long?" he grumbled.

"I told you, I went out for drinks with my friend from work" said Penny, gesturing to Clara. The man looked her over for a second and then scoffed.

"Hey... nice to meet you" he said in an unconvincing tone.

"Clara lost some of her clothes when her pipes burst but I said she could borrow some of mine until she can afford new ones" explained Penny. She'd clearly put a lot of thought into this lie, and Clara did her best to play along.

"Yeah, she was so kind to offer..."

"Whatever. Just don't mess with any of my stuff" he muttered before turning back to the tv.

Clara certainly didn't like him. He had a very arrogant vibe. But was that enough reason to justify what Penny wanted to do?

"Alright. I'll help her out. And then we can talk about that promot-"

"Hey! We talked about that already!" he snapped at Penny. "Okay? It's been talked about. Now let me watch the last quarter in peace..."

Clara didn't like that either. But as Penny took her hand and led her on, it still seemed a bit dubious, morally speaking. But then again, how moral had her treatment of Darren been?

"Sorry about that, but I knew bringing it up would set him off" whispered Penny as they headed into the bedroom. Clara looked back as Penny closed the door and shook her head.

"Promotion?"

"Oh, right..." sighed Penny. "I'm due for a promotion at work. A pretty big one. Only... Tim thinks a man shouldn't be outshone by his wife. I've already taken two promotions without him knowing but this one would require a move and... I'd get a 7 figure salary. It's my dream job but..."

"Him" noted Clara.

"Right. Him. He doesn't even know I make more money than him. He'd flip. He has such a short temper and... I've thought about leaving but I'm a bit scared" admitted Penny.

Clara frowned. Okay, maybe this wasn't a bad idea. The only issue was that you didn't contact DominaTech. They contacted you. They'd found Clara after the scandal but if they hadn't sought out Penny... she wasn't even sure if they could be convinced to help. Referrals might be out of the question.

"He's just used to being the best, to being successful" said Penny, gesturing to the pathetic collection of high school football trophies on the nightstand next to their bed. "But now I'm about to get my dream job and it; s once in a lifetime and... I didn't know what to do until I saw Missy on stream. I'd heard rumors about Darren disappearing but..."

"Why were you even watching stream?" asked Clara.

"Because it's hot. It's like... the hottest thing I can imagine" blushed Penny as Clara's look softened.

"So..." she asked, looking to the stud. "Will you help me?"

THE NEXT DAY

Clara woke up with a raging and incorrigible need, tenting in her underwear. If she had to go another day without Missy, she might go crazy. But luckily she was picking her up this morning, bright and early from the nearest DominaTech location. It was about thirty minutes away, which meant thirty minutes of pent up agony without her wife. She nearly hit the rumble strips as she drove, her mind so taken with thoughts and fantasies. No matter how much she tried to handle things herself, her hand was nothing near what Missy gave her. She needed her. And as she pulled up to the grey, nondescript building, she was ready to get her back.

DominaTech looked just like any company from the outside, to the point where they were almost suspiciously plain. That did make sense considering what they were doing wasn't always legal, and the technology they used to do it seemed to be secret. As Clara neared the complex, she couldn't help but wonder how it all worked. Who paid for it? Who was in charge? Sure, she paid her hypnosis premium every month and all the initial fees at the start but... why this? Why utilize such advanced and amazing technology for well...

For what was sitting in the waiting room.

If the outside of the complex was so boring that it was hardly there, then the inside was so absurd that it was hard to look away. Clara had hardly walked in without seeing dommes and their subs, each one having their own particular flavor.

A woman walked past her with her small sub in her arms, bridal carrying her out the door Clara had entered through as headphones rested on her submissive little head. Just ahead was a girl being led onward by a leash. It wasn't attached to a collar though. It was attached to something under her dress. Her mistress gave it a rough tug that made the girl squeal. If it even was a girl. It was hard to tell what any of these people were, when someone as cute as Missy could technically be a boy and someone as studly as Clara could technically be a girl.

Clara made her way down the hall and sat down in the waiting area, where Chrissy minced out to meet her.

Chrissy, as had been explained during Clara's first visit, was a rather unusual case. She had been a delivery driver in her past life, and had accidentally gone to the wrong building while bringing an order. He was supposed to end up at the loading dock of some warehouse, but instead tried to deliver to the front desk of DominaTech. It was a stupid mistake, but by the time he went from the door to the desk, he'd seen too much. So he'd been turned into a worker here, and according to Dr. Mulls, was much happier for it.

"Here for Missy?" she smiled, teetering there in her absurd stripper heels, pink g string and yellow pasties. Clara was going to have to ask the doctor's here about what they did with breasts, because despite no support, Chrissy's DD chest was as firm and perky as could be. It was like she was operating under the physics of an anime girl rather than a real human being.

"Yep, is she ready?" asked Clara, the nearly nude brunette bombshell doing nothing to help her troublesome tenting.

"Missing her, I see?" giggled Chrissy as she looked to Clara's lap.

"Very much."

"That's so sweet! Hashtag relationship goals. I just wish Dr. Mull were like you."

"Dr. Mull?" smirked Clara. Even the clients here knew that Chrissy and Dr. Mull were a thing, though no one ever said anything.

"Oh, right. Nevermind" winked Chrissy, looking down to her clipboard. "Let's see... they're just finishing up her maintenance. I'll call you over in a few minutes when you can come and get her?" she offered.

"Sounds good" said Clara, sitting there for a few seconds as Chrissy stood in wait. She had almost forgotten. There was nothing Chrissy loved more than 'unwanted' harassment.

SMACK

Chrissy's dumptruck booty jiggled as Clara left a red handprint on one of the cheeks. "Really?! Miss Clara... this is a professional environment!" gasped Chrissy, trying to act scandalized, but unable to hide her smile. She giggled to herself as she strutted away.

"Oh, is that why she waits around?" asked a voice across the waiting room. She was sitting there with her sub on her lap, running her hands through her chesnut hair as the poor little thing blushed up a storm. It was quite the contrast: a tall, muscular and Amazonian domme with a blue mohawk, her big arms enveloping a tiny girl with thick rimmed glasses, wearing a catholic schoolgirl uniform.

"Yeah. She'd never admit though" said Clara, getting up and making her way towards the pair. "What brings you here?"

"Well, my wife was actually contacted due to her work with advanced deproteinization and recombination DNA alteration" she explained as her sub blushed even brighter. "Apparently a girl with that kind of knowledge and a kink for studs like me is perfect for them. But I'm sorry she's being rude... Sally. Daddy Says to greet the lady."

With that, Sally got up out of her lap, pigtails flouncing as she gave a deep curtsy and answered. "Pleased to meet you. I am Princess Sally and this is my Daddy, Sandra."

Clara couldn't help but giggle at the high pitched and bimboish tone. That only made Sally more flustered, and she looked down in shame.

"Oh course, I wasn't a stud before she took the job. And I wasn't going to just let some doctors mess with my anatomy without something in return. Wholesome relationships are built on trading and compromise, after all" explained Sandra.

"Clearly" snickered Clara.

"So she got the stud on her dreams and I got the sub of mine. Daddy Says at ease."

Sally sighed in relief. It was clear her mind hadn't been rewritten, but apparently the price of her wife's new member was a bunch of hypnotic triggers based around kink and humiliation play.

"Dr. Sally Stevens..." she said, extending a hand towards Clara and taking a second crack at her introduction.

"A pleasure" said Clara, shaking her small hand.

"What about your sub?" asked Sandra. "Willing? Rewritten?"

"Rewritten. But trust me, they had it coming."

"They always do. This is just an extension of our normal kinkplay, to be honest. Only we didn't have penises or brain triggers before" said Sandra, turning to Sally. "Daddy Says speak proper."

Sally pouted. "OMG, Daddy! This is like, totes my least favorite trigger! It makes me sound like such a stupidhead!"

Sandra giggled.

"Clara?" called Chrissy.

"Nice to meet you two" said Clara as she got up.

"You too" said Sandra, grabbing her girl and pulling her back into her lap.

Chrissy led Clara down the hall, her heels clicking on the tiles as her body bounced in time. This was the hypnosis wing, where anyone from sissies to lesbian subs went to get their heads messed with. Chrissy led her on until they reached a set of double doors with several warning signs posted on them. There was an older woman and a younger girl waiting outside, filing out some paperwork as Chrissy went ahead.

Clara knew better than to follow. She wasn't exactly sure what would happen if she did, but she had a vague idea that she'd accidentally look at the wrong hypnosis screen and end up drooling.

"Excuse me, have you done this before?" asked the older woman, holding up the clipboard towards Clara. The stud nodded.

It was a specification form, where you could check off boxes or even write whole paragraphs of precise requests for your sub's mind.

"Yeah. What are you going with generally?"

"We aren't rewriting. We're just going to fill him with so many suggestions that he can't help wanting to be a sissy" grinned the girl.

"Let me guess... brother?"

"Stepbrother" corrected the woman. "And stepson. But she is right. We want him to be aware of what he's become, to still have his will but be unable to resist his new desires."

Clara looked over the list. It was fairly standard. Weakened to the point where he can't physically resist them. Made entirely addicted to BBC hunks. Constantly self conscious as to whether they're pretty enough. "Should be fine. They automatically include an unbeatable desire to listen to more hypnosis tapes, and an inability to reveal what's happened to them. So your bases are covered" she explained.

"Perfect!" said the stepmother as her daughter snatched the clipboard.

"I just remembered how he made fun of me for being afraid of spiders. And you know that horror movie review thing he used to do on reddit? Well guess who's going to become the biggest scaredy cat alive?"

The stepmother laughed as they added more ideas to their list, standing there until Chrissy opened the door and gestured for Clara to come in.

Whatever was a danger had been turned off, and so Clara walked in unfettered as they reached Missy's room. There she was, placidly laying on the table with no clothes and the massive headset lowered down, covering her entire head. She didn't even have her cage on, and Clara smiled when she saw what was left of her once proud member. It was barely the size of her pinky, from the upper knuckle to its tip.

Slowly, the headset was raised and Missy began to stir. "Mommy..." she muttered, even if she was beyond dazed. Clara reached down and petted her hair, comforting the confused girl as Chrissy put the cage back on.

It took a few minutes but she was more or less herself, even if she did have some more fog to shake off. Brains were always a bit scrambled in the immediate aftermath of such intense sessions.

"I had a weird dream. I was... yelling at the doctors. Something about being a guy? How silly is that!" giggled Missy.

"So silly. You're such a silly little girl..." agreed Clara as she turned to Chrissy. "Is that all then?"

"Yep, you're good to go!" she smiled.

On one hand, Clara was eager for the drive home, where she played to use Missy's head like a fleshlight until she blew ropes into her mouth on the highway. On the other...

There was something to take care of.

"I was wondering... do you guys do referrals?"