The scream is only silent because Mistress is watching television nearby.

It’s mid-day.  I’ve done all of Her chores, made (maid?) the meals and just served tea.  I’m dressed as a low-grade sissy slut, and there is barely a mention of it anymore.  I’m dressed at home nearly every day, and always when I’m at home alone.  

Mistress gets sexual service upon request, but She seems to have decided never to mention the fact that i never cum.  Come to think of it, She has seemingly decided that her husband is beyond being receptive to any sexual overture.  She clearly knows that only sissification arouses me.  When I decide to dress up, worship Her feet, and hump a pillow, well that’s my business.  She has Netflix.  

Over time, my inhibitions against dressing at home have melted away.  Oddly, my sissy nature is ripening into a rather petulant little bitch, and I am getting increasingly aroused at male humiliation.  When I see myself dressed, limp, and tottering in heels with a serving tray for my Wife, it makes me PinkHorny.  Her well disguised - but deliciously evident - moments of disgust only serve to make my shameful arousal deeper.  

I dream that She will start calling me, “sissy,” “faggot,” and the like.   

We never fuck.  She never mentions that either, except with references to missing “being filled.”  I don’t think She means me.  That prospect turns me on even more!

My first thoughts upon awakening are “I am a sissy faggot.”  I’m so happy, happy, happy, mindless, happy, feminized, happy, empty, happy, obedient and submissive.  And, happy!

My sexual ambition is to Go Deeper.