Hi there.  I’m a sissy faggot transvestite mind-fucked submissive hypno-slave.

I lick my Mistress to orgasm whenever She commands me.  I make dinner for Her every night, serve snacks and drinks.  I rub lotion on Her legs and give long, passionate foot massages, often with my face, often in plain sight of our neighbours.  She doesn’t seem to mind that my submissiveness is on display for everyone we know. 

Once my chores are complete, I change into panties, load my vape, and slowly melt into a submissive trance against Her feet.  Some nights I cum.  Often I don’t.  Mistress ignores me, mostly, unless She wants ice cream.  I looked up last night from my usual place, prostrate at Her feet, and I asked if i might venture a question.

She was watching a show on Her iPad. “Yes,” I heard from behind the screen.

”If we were doing this exact thing, would you care whether I was wearing fancier underwear or socks?”  For some reason, I still can’t bring myself to refer to crossdressing except obliquely.

”No.” Her voice was tender.

With my face buried in the soles of Her feet, my mind is reduced to an empty blissful metronome of two thoughts:  Obey Mistress, and Feminize Deeper.   I am consumed with the desire to tell Her that i am a sissy faggot transvestite, but this last inhibition silences me.  Besides, She already knows, as evidenced by Her teasing me about being a cocksucker.  I am likewise consumed with the desire to dress like a sissy faggot and worship Her feet.  She has no objections. Again, the only thing standing in the way is my inhibition.

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