It’s like spinning down a, well, Rabbit Hole...

Erotic autopilot.  Deep programming has been activated; I obey instinct that I cannot understand nor articulate.  I am a beta male.  A sissy.  Ever since I was an adolescent boy, we called people, “fags” without any idea of what it meant.  I’m a fag.  Strength, charisma, confidence, charm...these typical male traits just leave me feeling weak, horny and submissive.  Suddenly, the prospect of being an obedient sissy bitch for a strong Dom(me) fills me with a tidal wave of lust.

I’ve been dressed and stoned for a week.  I tried to take off my sissy slut apparel a few times for practical reasons, but I began immediate cravings.

I fall asleep and awake at odd times of the day and night from sissy hypnosis audio files.   

I’m horny all of the time, but my teensy cock just hangs there.  I don’t foresee being able to fuck a woman as a man anymore, and the prospect only makes me more aroused as I further surrender to The Pink Fog.  The prospect of my Wife’s disappointment and disgust leaves me hoping that She decides to Cuckold me.  Just seeing the look on Her face after being fucked senseless by a huge, hard cock, well, it nearly makes me mess my panties.  I’d wait at home on my knees for Her to return.  If She prefers, her stud can fuck the sissy too.

I keep a purple cock in my mouth much of the time.  Arousal takes the particular form of being feminized, humiliated and controlled.   I want to go ever deeper into feminization, hypnosis and mind control.  I am a submissive sissy faggot. 

I want to be in the thrall of a powerful Dom(me) who will use me as a sex toy.  

Oh, and in case anyone is considering a rescue, I LIKE IT.

/Heidi