I need to go deeper.*

Going Deeper Ideas:

1.   Keep productive at home.  Mistress will forgive many sins, as long as She feels that I'm pulling my weight.  There are deadlines.

2.  Ride the roller coaster with abondon, but let Her have times when The Pink Fog has abated.  Then, go a bit further than last time.  It's about conditioning Her to accept  me as a sissy faggot.

3.  Normalize.  Talk about crossdressing.  Leave clothes and weed toys in sight.  Ask for Her opinion about outfits.  Go shopping together.

4.   Simply dress.  Dress at home.  Dress often.  Dress like you feel.

5.   Share fantasies with Her.  Chat about guys that are hot, outfits that are erotic, and scenarios - typically submissive ones - that appeal.  

6.   Obey.  Obey.  Obey.  Keep showing Her that She is a Godess every day and with every action.  Live as a 24/7 submissive sissy faggot slave, even if She hasn't acknowledged you yet.  Earn Mistress' domination and control.

* Of course, "I need to go deeper."  It's 09:50, and I'm on the crescendo to being under the influence of one jelly bean and one black capsule (all THC, but a goodly amount thereof).  I'm dressed in my maid uniform over red basque and red tights with black fishnet stay-ups over top.  Yesterday, if I recall, was a barn-burner of a day, with much weed and hypnosis.  I am, to say the least, an easy mark. 

**  So, this is kinda fun.  It's 12:00.  I had a brownie and a black cap around 09:00, and a jelly bean around 11:00ish.  The swirling clouds are definitely massing for a big erotic storm.  The first waves of woozy aroused mellowness have begun to gently ebb and flow.  It is always such a tease, waiting for the weed to kick in.  I'm dressed, submissive and horny, so the weed is merely an accelerant.  The effect - that subtle perceptual "whoosh"- particularly with the edibles, provokes a strong anticipation.  The feeling, when it comes, is mainly a form of erotic certitude, as if I can once again see the forest for the trees...yes, it becomes clear to me, yes, I am a sissy faggot transvestite!  Whoosh!

The alternative explanation, should it occur, is that I have consumed so many vape-loads lately that my attemtped weed-induced braingasm is simply out of reach.   If so, take heed, faggot!

And so...I wait.  I wait, and gently wobble.