Mistress left for the weekend yesterday around 11:00.  Sports again for Her.  Programming for Heidi.  I was stoned and dressed by, oh, 11:15.  And ever since.  And all night.  Somewhere in there I think I counted three feminization hypnosis sessions.  My brain feels like pink foam.  

I passed out last night wearing a red bustier, with black stockings with red seams and trim, black pumps, panties, and my short black “party” dress.  Upon awakening in the twilight, I staggered upstairs, coming down in a blue outfit with white trim, with stockings, garter belt, and blue strappy heels.     

I’m too stupid to have any thoughts beyond:  dress, stoned, porn, hypnosis.  MUST go Deeper.  (Writing that must have been a trigger because my wee sissy cock woke up abruptly.  Why am I suddenly horny, um, hornier?)

Steps for this morning:

1.  Tidy

2.  Walk

3.  Shower; then dress for domestic duties, laying out a second outfit

4.  Eat a big edible; 

5.  Make soup; and

6.  Get changed.

Did I really need that?  Apparently, yes.  

Deeper.  Must go deeper.