I am way overdue to post a note.  This “new world” in which I find myself is even more erotic and mind-melting than the old one!

In summary, weed and hypnosis seem to have fuelled my accelerating sissification. These days, I tend to retire for a “nap” in the mid-afternoon; the nap consisting of a dose of vape followed by a hypnosis file.  When I arise, I am typically wearing panties and feeling blissfully submissive and effeminate.  

My wife doesn’t seem to mind my habit of pampering her all evening.  I pour drinks, make snacks, serve meals, and provide long, slow foot massages that often culminate in such intense, worshipful devotions that I cum.  I was laying on the back deck last night, giving Mistress a rather enthusiastic foot rub when our neighbours strolled by and took the piss out of me.  Of course, I was aroused by the good-natured humiliation, but even more to my surprise and arousal, Mistress revelled in it!  In fact, as my evening vape kicked in, and I fell face-first into Mistress’ feet, She seemed to have no reservations about letting the spectacle continue in plain sight of numerous passers-by.  Wordlessly, the experience became a ritualistic public demonstration of my submissiveness.  I loved it!

Owing to our lack of privacy, I haven’t been able to dress for Her, but I’m getting the feeling that She wouldn’t object.  Although not (yet) in chastity, Mistress often makes comments about me wearing heels or a dress, and seems to like watching me swoon.

The other night, Mistress joined me in a wee nibble of a weed cookie.  Owing to Her sparrow-like size, Mistress was quite high and horny.  We retired to the bedroom, where I proceeded to service Her with my tongue and Her toys.  She wanted a traditional fucking, so I awoke my sissy cock, stroked it into service, and fucked Her happily, feeling all-the-while like I ought to be using a strap-on.  

What happened next rather blew my sissy mind, because Mistress, in her stoned state, was narrating our love-making with pillow talk about feeling submissive for sexy, hot cock.  I presumed that She was talking to Her own muse, so to speak, but I slowly realized that She was trying to make me cum, and that all of the talk about being fucked deeply by sexy, hard cocks was for my benefit.  I didn’t say anything.  I couldn’t.  She then began to add the word “submissive,” by which time my eyes had rolled back into my head.  By the time She had started to talk about how hot it feels to be fucked by a hard cock while wearing stockings, I was writhing in arousal.  Did I cum?

No.  Suddenly, my sissy brain kicked in.  Mistress had cum, so I withdrew, claiming the effects of the weed.  It was half-true.  The weed helped me feel like an effeminate, sissy faggot cock sucker who had no right to cum.  I resumed kissing Her feet.  I found a toy.  I helped Mistress to cum once more.  

So, in summary:  

Sissy faggots don’t fuck women.  I worship Mistress and obey Mistress.  I dress like a feminized slut.  I am submissive and obedient.  Looking back, I have always been a faggot.  Hypnosis hastens my brainwashing into a cock sucking, mind-fucked sissy faggot transvestite hypno-slave.  I am broken and irreversibly transformed, and will always be a sissy faggot.  I want to go deeper.  

Oh, and - this from a former hetero-normative, male, office worker in a suit:  I’ve never been happier.