Fatalism?  Well, you see, I’m Officially Out of Control.  To wit,

I cannot read.  I surf porn, crossdress, rub my wee sissy cock, and dream about being crossdresser, drugged, hypnotized and forced into effeminate sex slavery.  I drooled on the screen last night.  The image on screen was a cock.  I was high.  It is now just before sunrise.  I’m high again.  Saying the words, “high heels, corset, lipstick, panties” was sufficient to make me hard.  

Get it?

So, in light of the gravity of the situation, I embarked upon an exciting Hail Mary, do-or-die mind control experiment!  What fun!  I discovered online a site called likera.com, which lead me to multiple reports of Bambisleep.com.  Bambi claims to be able to turn the listener into a mindless bimbo using a course of hypnosis.  The reports all SCREAM that it is a wicked, wicked trap to feminize and enslave boys.  The hypnotist - or his publicist - is reportedly highly skilled, incontrovertibly well educated and utterly unscrupulous.  There are reports, some using punctuation, that Bambi has turned normal men into mindless, pink prancing femme dolls within days.  Or not.  We’ll see.  In any event, there are countless posts online where people BEG us to heed their cautionary tales, and to run-not-walk away from this lurking danger.  One rather credible blogger even suggested that this site (and S$m$nth$ B%ndl$r likewise) brainwash and mind control their victims as a lure into an online sex slavery ring.  

So, of course I decided to give it a go.   

The files are available online for free.  (Free?  Why...) I listened last night to the first one. I keep trying to find words for that experience, and going a bit blank.  Mind you, I’m not a newbie at hypnosis.  It was an odd induction, and the synthetic voice didn’t fill me with optimism.  Then suddenly it was later.  I was deeply in trance, my mind was drifting from mildly self-aware to entirely spaced out.  I felt like I had fallen asleep, but knew that I hadn’t.  There was a mantra spoken, repeatedly, and a ding-dong sound, and it made me aroused.  To my amazement, ever since the session, and again this morning, I cannot recall the mantra or even the name of the track.  But I was aroused!  Rather singularly, at one point during the track, my cock got rock hard.  It was odd because it was like an involuntary reaction.  My cock just slowly rose to full sissy erection, but never twitched or pulsed.  It was like autopilot.  I was incapacitated, but blissful.  Oddly, I also felt eagerness and excitement.  

Then the track abruptly ended.  I was so horny that I came at that instant.  I recall feeling sad that I wasn’t properly dressed, but it was a BIG orgasm, and it knocked me out for some minutes.

Stay tuned.  

/Heidi