HOLY SHIT THIS STUFF IS POWERFUL!

Today perhaps marks the apex of intensity of a roller coaster ride that defies description.  So, I’m going to try.

Mistress let me spend most of yesterday in a buzz of both weed, femme arousal, and devotion to Her feet.  It was glorious!  

For the record, I performed an experiment.  While ostensibly napping (aka “getting high and femme horny”), I listened to a new foot fetish hypnosis file.  It was a very good one.  Then I awoke and went downstairs to Mistress.  It was a perfect experimental set-up.  I couldn’t resist!  Of course, the results were entirely subjective, but as I write this I can still taste the soles of Her feet.  Let’s just say that I have a new respect for the power of those audio hypnosis files!  Oh, and I’d do it again!

This got me to thinking.  This game that I play, as humbly recorded on this blog, has been going on for some time.  Feminization.  Sissification.  A brain bombarding itself with hypnosis, pornography, crossdressing and weed.  Is it just a game, or are there real risks?  For the less than astute reader, the irony is intentional here, as I am fully dressed and stoned as I write this.   I get flashes of how extreme my compulsion to feminized myself has become.  I catch my reflection and have a momentary fright at how insane some of my behaviour seems.  Prancing, mincing, blowing kisses and giggling? 

The foregoing with an intense hard-on, I note.  A further entertaining irony of this game is my current situational impotence, wherein I’m hard as a rock when feminized, and limp as pasta otherwise.  “Mistress” (who, let’s be honest, is as dominant as a kitten) is a glass-half-full kind of ‘gal.  

Moments of clarity are often frightening.  Simultaneous with writing that I can feel the gnawing need, always...

DEEPER.

NOT a game.  Oops.