Mistress married a man.  At least She thought so.  Her lover had a penis at least.  A functional one.  He wore boy clothes.  

Mistress is currently married to a sissy faggot transvestite mindl-fucked brainwashed feminized submissive hypnoslave.  I think She suspects as much.  

Her feminized faggot husband is stoned for the n'th day in a row.  He's dressed like a mind-fucked slut.  He's about to crawl upstairs and listen to a sissy hypnosis file that will reinforce his nearly constant and aching cravings to be transformed.  He will dream about being enslaved as a submissive feminized slave.   

So it only makes sense, right?  It's only fair.  I must deepen and reinforce my submission to Mistress until I am helplessly Her sissy faggot foot slave.  I owe it to Her to become a mindlessly obedient, docile, tame, feminized, submissive little sissy pet.   Transformed thus, I would exist only to serve Her; forever in Her debt for having become a feminized faggot husband.  I must deepen my combined addictions to Her feet and my feminization; each fetish entwined around the other in an inescapable embrace.  It means, of coure, that my wee cock is simply a means to further my training.  It doesn't get hard for sex.  That simply is no longer possible.  Arousal only comes from deepening my submission and feminization.  Likewise getting hard.  Cumming at all.  My entire sexuality.  My very purpose:  submissive feminization to serve Mistress. 

This fantasy is also very much the status quo.  I worship Her feet in abject devotion, spending most days lately in a haze of arousal for having been able to serve Her.  When left alone, Heidi comes out with a vengeance to tame, train, program, condition.  It is very much the mutually-addictive twin fetishes that I described.  I'm happily helpless.  I am living my deepest sexual fantasies.   

Deeper.  I need to go deeper.