So, wasn't it only about 48 hours since I wrote an impassioned rant about demonstrating impulse control over my sissy urges?  Right.

I woke today at 05:00 and slipped out of bed to let Mistress sleep, silently selecting my sissy-wear on the way out by the light of my iPhone.   By 05:15 I was in the basement wearing a black nightie, a corset-garter and black-and-white pirate themed stockings.  By 05:20 I was stoned, submissive and desparately horny.  

I started coffee around 06:30, delivering it to Mistress in bed as she stirred.  It was then my privilege to lay at the end of the bed and worship Her feet while she read and enjoyed Her coffee.

Later, after I washed Her in the shower and She finished Her ablutions, I came up from making breakfast to apply Her moisturizing lotion.  After that I licked Her to two rather enthusiastic orgasms before returning to the dishes.  

I am a submissive sissy transvestite.  It feels good.  It feels good to do housework - especially dressed as a sissy slut.  It feels good to cook.  It feels good when Mistress sees me wearing something humiliating, and She laughs at me.  It feels good to swish around like an effeminate little pouffe.  It feels wonderul to see how helpless, brainwashed and feminine I have become.  It feels good to give Her pleasure.   It feels good to be a mindless, docile, weak, obedient little puffy pink sissy faggot.  

Deeper.  I want to go deeper.

/H