Take last night for an example.  I was mildly high and horny most of the day, but I managed to retain a degree of functional normalcy until the evening.  By just after dinner, I was decisively stoned, desperately craving to be ‘properly’ dressed, and feeling utterly, deliciously and deeply faggy.

My Mistress was reading and watching videos in Her favourite spot.  After serving Her dinner and drinks, and then finishing the washing up, I was ready for my next steps.  I brought a pillow and cushion, a glass of red wine and a muffin for Mistress, and my vape for me.  Installed on the floor at Her feet, I spent the evening in submissive bliss.

She roused me when it was time for bed.  

My fantasy horizon has both expanded beyond my former imagination, and remains quaintly simple.  I crave to be stoned, hypnotized, crossdressed, and installed at Mistress’ feet where I will proclaim once and for all that, “I am a submissive sissy faggot mind-fucked transvestite hypno-slave.”  

Once again last night I looked up at Mistress and asked whether She would object to me wearing “fancy underwear” while I worshipped Her feet.  “Nope.”

“I am a submissive sissy faggot mind-fucked transvestite hypno-slave.”  There is no coming back from that one!  I can’t just overcompensate the next day with work boots, plaid shirt and a hard hat.  I am a....