Did I feel a wee soupçon of fear today?
It was immediately following an explosive, if somewhat involuntary orgasm, immediately after a sissy hypnosis video.
It was mid-day. I excused myself from my Wife’s kind offer to help in the garden, ostensibly so that I might take a nap. Within minutes I was ensconced in bed, dressed in stockings, panties and a wee whisp of a nightie. I felt as if I were surfing porn, but almost immediately “discovered” a lovely sissy hypno file. I can’t remember the name. With a few drags from my vape, I was drifting into bliss...
People report online that they are sometimes knocked out by hypnosis files, in that they can’t recall anything that happened during the file, but that they awake on cue, subtly reprogrammed like some improvised erotic device to respond reliably to future triggers. I have on rare occasion experienced something similar, but I always discounted it as having simply fallen asleep. In this case, something else was clearly at work.
My consciousness returned to me slowly. Words were describing the bliss and excitement of being a sissy. Ever more of a sissy. It was encouraging my inner sissy to take what it desperately needs. There was a countdown on the screen. Although placidly confused, I felt excitement and eagerness to repeat the experience. Things became clearer: I was stoned. Crossdressed. Hypnotized. Then - with a WHOOSH - arousal! Growing arousal. Gnawing arousal. Torments of arousal.
Then I came.
Then I woke up, feeling that fear.
That was three hours ago. Now I’m horny again. I might be fucked.
Reposted from Reddit, for the record, another good reason to wonder about this “sissification thing.”