FRI AM:  Mistress is going away again for the weekend.  She’s going to a sports event, but then again, they have a party planned for Saturday evening, and She is packing her strappy heels, several pairs of stockings (tan, black and fishnet), along with the sexy strappy heels and accessories.  Ostensibly, it’s a theme party, but who cares?  My imagination is in overload, especially since She offered to model it all for me, but hasn’t yet.  I’ve spent all morning gooning over pictures of sissy cuckolds.  

FRI EVE:  Oh, if I were to guess...weed, crossdressing and hypnosis.  Deeper into faggotry.  Ever deeper.

Excited?   

/Now SAT EVE:  It was intense.  Fucking intense.  Today was a bit of a tease, because despite being liberally dosed with weed, I had been unable to dress due to a workman visit.  Yes, I did indulge in the fantasy of sucking his cock in drag.  

Now he’s gone.  I took ten eye droppers of tincture at 15:30.  Results pending.  Mistress’ earlier sports game was lost owing to my having been cheerleading from home only partly dressed in indecisive black lingerie under my boi clothes.  I’m now in a more aggressive sissy red, so I suspect She will have better luck.  We’ll know in a few hours.  Crossdressing matters!

After the game, I anticipate a “moment.”  Mistress is invited to a party, where She plans to dress - putting it mildly - rather provocatively.  Let me set the stage:  Mistress is out of town, where She plans to party in a slinky black cocktail dress, strappy 3”+ heels, stockings, opera gloves, fake diamonds, and make-up.  I will be at home, wearing a red corset, red stockings, black pumps, pink wig, black gloves, red lips, fake tits and a strap-on - for good measure, pardon the pun.

Let me further set the stage:  Mistress is out while sissy is at home.  I can’t think of anything that would make me feel more submissive, effeminate and helpless!  I love it!  The only thing better would be if Mistress were getting fucked and I were getting cucked.  Be careful what you wish for!

I can’t wait to get that photo!

SUN EVE:  So?  Well, it was pretty much as I expected.  I was dressed, hypnotized and high.  Mistress sent me a picture of Her outfit, in a room surrounded by others.  I was mildly humiliated, and highly aroused.  It made me feel helpless, frustrated and submissive.  

Oh, and the fun part was that after Mistress returned home on Sunday She was too tired to model Her outfit for me.  I went to sleep horny, submissive and frustrated.

 I am a faggot.  Yum!