BLOG POST #3

Well, yesterday was, um, interesting.  I had a day all to myself, and I decided that it couldn't hurt to let Heidi out to romp for a bit. My intention was simply to cater to all my sissy whims for one day.  I bought new lingerie, downloaded some new and exciting sissy hypno files, and - this step would be my undoing - rolled a big fat joint.  

It was quite a big joint.  So, why is it that the first effect of weed is to make us forget that there is indeed such a thing as too high? And what happens when you mix the intense erotic oblivion of dressing with the malleable mental condition of being stoned?  And why am I asking rhetorical questions if I know the answer?  Why don't I just tell you what happened next?

I dressed in lovely, slutty new lingerie, cued up a hypno file called "Sissy Acceptance", and sat back to enjoy a wee toke.  [Dear Administrators:  if mention of marijuana is illegal on this site, then please readers are encouraged to substitute the word "broccoli" when they encounter it.  That should mollify the Feds.]  

The combination is simply mind wrecking. Have I mentioned that it was quite a big joint?  I was, as they say, couch locked, but my eyes were locked on the sexy outfit that I was wearing.  My mind was in erotic overdrive at the sensation of being dressed and aroused; aroused by being dressed.  The effect seemed to be an experience of sliding into an alternate identity.  I felt so at home, at peace and utterly consumed by my sissy nature; feeling like I was watching my male persona dissolve.  Heidi is something of an additional voice in my head most of the time - not schizophrenic, mind you - but clearly independent and somewhat saucy presence.  As I lay back and drifted in a blissful, stoned state, I heard myself muttering things that were slowly taking substance as hard fact:  "I am a sissy hypno slave."  "I exist to be turned into a submissive fuck toy."  "Mind fucked cock sucking submissive hypno slut."  It was devastating, relentless and delicious.  

After what felt like hours or mere minutes, I labouriously found the PLAY button on the hypno file.  Gurls, if you haven't done this, you simply must!  It was a good induction, with real hypnotic technique, and it felt like someone was opening up my mind and wrapping my brain in a pair of soft, pink satin panties; utterly enveloped I was in the profound knowledge that I was being blissfully broken.  I am a sissy cock sucking fuck toy hypno slave.  I am.  

My mind is broken.  My will is transformed.