So, imagine the following scene:

It's early Saturday morning, having "medicated" upon arising.  We're on the couch.  I just served Mistress breakfast and cleared away the dishes.  I am in a pink nightie, garter belt and pink stockings.  My heels are left where I forgot them the evening earlier.  Returning to the couch with fresh coffee, I find Mistress laying naked under a blanket wearing red stockings.  The meds are kicking in.  

I lay her across me, my pink legs sprawled across the coffee table.  Her lovely legs across my chest; one foot in my submissive face, the other began to move rhythmically in my naked, limp crotch.  

I was in bliss.  It was my personal heaven.  I can't imagine anything more smoulderingly erotic.  My eyes were rolled back; my skin on fire.  I was writhing in sexual ecstacy.  I looked down.  I cock was limp.  I am a sissy.

Nope.  This aint reversible.  This one won't just buff out.

/Heidi