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This impenetrable tangle of recollections will likely never see the light of day, but today bears commemoration.
The Urge, as I like to call it; that soft pink boxing glove that periodically clobbers me senseless, well, it has never hit me as hard as today. I was on medium-dose weed, lots of BambiSleep files, and a fetching black lingerie set with a slinky black shoulder strap dress over top. I was in heaven.
Heaven. The hypno files hit me like a ton of heat, and I awoke with my wee sissy parts twitching. A further hit of weed ("...rather a lot really," as Monty Python would say) rendred me shaking and eye-rolling in arousal. From somewhere came the idea of dancing to a hypno file with ear pods delivering the sound. Glorious.
It left me broken, utterly. In the deep thrall of sissy possession comes a muttered, "Deeper!" With every fibre of my being, I will obvey.
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Posted on : Aug 19, 2020
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Commented on Aug 19, 2020
No, seriously, I can't think. I've been dressed as a sissy slut since 08:00, and will be dressed again tomorrow. There is no choice. I have no will. I will simply obey. Mind fucked. Brain fried by the pleasure of submission, feminization.
This afternoon I was wearing black lingerie, a dress and heels, and dancing in stoned spirals around my kitchen. It took me so Deep, listening to Bambi files whilst my mind floated in the Pink Fog.
It has never taken me so Deep. Never.
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