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Short note this Sunday morning. Sitting on couch beside my Wife. Matching nighties, hers blue, mine pink. I added fuschia stockings, garter belt (new...thanks Amazon!), and pink pumps. She says I have nice legs.
Friday (see last post) was indescribable. I simply melted. Two jelly beans at 08:30, and I was set for the day. Oh and the peanut butter cup at about noon, then quite set. Dosage perfect. I simply turned into a feminized sissy faggot transvestite. Transformed. I listened to two new Mistress Amethyst hypno files - inducing submission and foot fetishism, as if I need it! - and I floated is faggottry all day! I peaked around a SSFS 9.0. Yum!
The literally transformative moment of the day was just after I dressed (tan RHT stockings, black basque and garters, tight black mini-dress, pumps), and went into the spare bedroom before my ritual descent of the stairs. I found myself staring into the full-length mirror, very stoned. I was under a wig, wearing makeup, and the effect was strong. For a moment, I saw myself - my male self - in the mirror, and felt confusion. Then She took over, and waved Her hands in front of my face and confidently said, "Be gone!" What remained was pure feminized slut! I danced and pranced in front of that mirror to almost exhaustion, feeling suffused with an indescribable bliss and arousal. In that moment I became a full-on submissive, fairy fetish transvestite. The last string broke.
The stoned/dressed/hypnotized experience was awesome, but the after-effects also entertain me. I've long wanted to have the courage to dress at home with the Wife. Ta da!
Couch. Wife. Crossdressed. Submissive. Often stoned. Very often........... HAPPY. It's a feeling of deep arousal, contentedness and completion. I feel right and proper, like this is where I needed to be. The pieces fit. Course revealed, if not the actual destination. Under my Wife's feet......even better.
I am a sissy faggot transvestite brainwashed submissive mind-fucked feminized hypno-slave.
/heidi
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