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    Cometh the Tide

    It's noon, and it's an awefully busy day.  I have that Big Thing to do, and those chores are overdue.  Finances need attention.

    I'm blissfully stoned, crossdressed and floating on a beckoning pink cloud.  Actually, I just love this little outfit!  I have polka dot panties and matching bustier.  For a splash of colour, I'm in bright red tights, with tight fishnet stay-ups over top.  My LBD over top makes it complete, with the open-toe black pumps, of course.  When the brownie hits - any second, I presume - I will be "primed" to receive hypnotic programming.  I want to go deeper.  I need feminization, mindless obedience and firm control.  I need to obey.  I need to obey my Mistress, and I think She knows.  Hmmm.  I wonder...

    Something went 'pop' in my little pink head last night, as I mused about how I have no idea where all of this sissification is going.  It's out of control, to be sure, but I have a few inviolate boundaries.  I mustn't hurt Mistress, nor must I be dishonest to Her.  It's as simple as that.  She is the center of my world.  Being in that orbit is the one stable thing that I can count on as l-i-f-e swirls around me.

    I feel increasingly drawn to be submissive to Her.  Entire evenings are spent laying in mindless rapture at Her feet; and yes, those hours are often fuelled by weed.  It's utter bliss.  I guess, upon reflections, um, duh!  She rather suspects that I'm submissive.  She knows everything, anyway.  She always does.  

    I freeze in awed shock when I realize how much I have changed.  I worship at Mistress' feet morning and night, and She knows that She commands me utterly when She teases me.  I make all of Her meals, whenever I can, and get aroused when I'm able to do housework.  That arousal is amplified a zillion-fold when I'm crossdressed like a sissy faggot slut doing my housework, which is lately nearly every day; add a few zillion times more if I'm stoned.  Floating in the subspace of stoned sissy faggot submissive arousal, I suddenly but utterly know certain things to be true:  I am a weak, submissive feminized sissy faggot transvestite foot slave for Mistress.  I want to savour every moment of my growing addiction to Her power, and to train myself to fall into Her control ever deeper.  That's where sissy hypnosis comes in!

    Excuse me.  It's time to be brainwashed for Mistress,

    /H 

     
      Posted on : Feb 14, 2018
     

     
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    slave_Heidi
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    Comments: 32
    Commented on Feb 17, 2018
    Craving hypo-feminization. Deep need. Wife is out. I'm prepared properly: crossdressed like a submissive sissy faggot slut, gooned senseless by shemale porn, and blissfully stoned on an assortment of mind-melty weed products.

    Craving. A need. I'm taunting it now; writing instead of obeying promptly. This is the interval - the erotic calm before the storm - when I can feel the weed and the femme building inside at the same time, and I anticipate the coming internal meltdown of pure feminized submissive NEED.

    Excuse me. I need to, Oh Fuck, um...
     
    slave_Heidi
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    Comments: 32
    Commented on Feb 15, 2018
    Last night was utter bliss. Sissy submissive bliss. Mistress wanted to watch some shows on TV, so after I served Her dinner, and cleaned up, She let me settle in at the end of the couch. I brought sufficient sex toys to bring Her to orgasm, but it seemed that She preferred to ignore me in favour of the shows.

    I had indulged in one (rather generous) edible, so I was particularly excited when Mistress slipped on some red stockings to celebrate Her favourite team having scored. I simply disappeared into sissy rapture; worshiping Her feet until sometime after She had gone up to bed and turned off the lights.

    I don't recall returning "upright" in bed from my habit of falling asleep with Mistress' feet against my face.

    I must obey.
     




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