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Auspicious, Do You Think?
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I awoke around 05:15 from my place at the end of the bed, where I slept intermittently whilst kissing Mistress' feet. I slept in black stay-up stockings and a pink nightie. I slipped on my heels and went down to my office to get stoned, fully dressed, and hypno-mind-fucked.
When later I went upstairs, dressed, to prepare Mistress coffee, I found Her post on Facebook: Mistress had posted a funny poem about an old penis that can't get it up anymore. Ha Ha. Then I froze. Subtle? Maybe not.
I think that's the moment when the last thread of my masculinity snapped. I was at that moment - in summary - crossdressed, stoned, hypnotically triggered, profoundly feminized and submissive, doing housework, and suddenly also humiliatingly flaccid in the eyes of my Godess. I surrender.
I am a sissy faggot transvestite mind-fucked submissive feminized hypno-slave.
I am blissfully happy.
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Posted on : Mar 15, 2018
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Commented on Mar 16, 2018
This next morning started at 05:15, apparently as programmed. I awoke again at Mistress feet, attired in stockings, this time with a gartered corset. My first thought, as my eyes opened, was, "I am a sissy faggot." It felt good.
Either Mistress knows or She doesn't have a clue. Both scenarios are equally plausible, and both are incredibly erotic. All the more so because I can't begin to guess which is true, especially after Her Facebook post of yesterday. The irony is so thick that it's impossible to miss...isn't it?
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Commented on Mar 16, 2018
Some twenty hours or so later, I can report that I floated on a sea of happy pink foam all day, thinking about my status as publicly rebuked - if not overtly humiliated - sissy.
My day culminated in a wonderful moment when I lay on the floor in front of Mistress, my tongue working Her private bits as my tiny cock twitched listlessly. I was rather decisively stoned and dressed in a fetching red outfit. Mistress was watching television, happily leaving me to my chores.
A climax was clearly building, and I knew it would be big. Mistress had the smokey intensity in Her eyes of the deeply stoned. Nothing was preventing me from standing up and fucking my wife. She had never even suggested that I prostrate myself at Her feet and then crawl to Her pussy in tentative nibbles. It would seem that my enslavement to Her was my idea.
Then She climaxed. I was engulfed in a frilly warm rush of sissy satisfaction. My Mistress was happy. I had obeyed. In that final moment, building as it had to its bucking, gasping apex, I became forever trapped.
I am a sissy faggot transvestite mind-fucked submissive feminized hypno-slave.
I want to go deeper.
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