So, I was a good boy for three weeks.  That was the duration of a business trip, much of it accompanied and abroad, so already my options were limited.  So, out of necessity, I assumed The Male Gender for the duration.

Home yesterday.  Jet lagged.  Horny.  The Craving is poaching my brain. Of all crazy things, my Wife suggested that I grab my vape, for some reason.  I reacted the way a frog reacts to a passing fly.  

So, Wife went out for a spell.  Me and the vape.  Lingerie.  The Internet.  Do I have to spell it out?

I deleted a lot of links when I left town.  The experience immediately prior had been intense enough to frighten me.  Alas, the actual feeling eludes me, but I recall thinking that a certain web-based mindfuck - it shall not be mentioned! - was off limits.  I may not be able to stop the toboggan, but at least I wouldn’t steer at the trees!

Home alone yesterday I was quickly dressed, stoned, and logged onto BambiSleep.  It hit me like an erotic tidal wave!  The hypnosis felt deeper and more deliciously invasive than I recall.  I was drinking it up!  The triggers were hitting me with merciless bliss and arousal.  Writhing.  Feminized.  Mindless.  

I don’t recall cumming in the conventional sense.  Rather, I was elevated to a plateau of arousal and kept there by the force of my own eroticized helplessness.  Cum leaked out of me; several times, I think.  The Truth poured into me in a torrent of pink bubbles.  I was broken.  My will as limp as...

My resolve lasted not one day, and left me more sissified than ever.

Resigned to my feminine fate.

/H