Much has changed of late, owing to a move across the continent.  Mistress and I are settling into a lovely new place, and other than the occasional “maintenance dose” of weed, I have been forced by circumstance to behave myself.  Mainly.

In the evenings, I succumb to The Urge by indulging in my favourite Mind-Expanding Meds, then curling up at Her feet.  Mistress refers to me now as “Trans,” and seems happy to let me indulge me fantasies at Her feet, as a sissy faggot should.  I think She is starting to like the power that She has over me, as evidenced by Her teasing and occasional command.  It makes me melt.

I can confirm that The Urge for feminization, submission, and sissification don’t allow for easy distraction.  I’m here in paradise, sitting quietly in a shady corner, and I’m nearly vibrating with sissy lust.  It’s like a visit from a familiar friend. Yum.