...for lack of a better title.  There is still no evidence that the wider world has discovered this testament to the serial feminization of a formerly well-adjusted urban professional, so I will continue to write for my own personal muse.

To wit, I feel like writing.  It’s Wednesday afternoon, and following a pleasant lunch, I’m stoned, horny, submissive and feeling so femme that I’m almost woozy.  I have been medicating myself generously for two days, following the sudden onset of a back spasm, using Heidi’s traditional family recipe:  one part pharmaceutical, one part herbal and one part psychi-fungal.  It works.  Despite beard, sweater, glasses and tea cup, the creature sitting at our kitchen table is a feminized submissive sissy faggot slave.  There is no fight left.  Broken.

Mistress is at work today in the next room.  Hearing my lumbar-laments, She announced that i should “smoke or whatever” anything that would help.  She also mentioned that She had found my stash of lingerie beneath the bathroom sink; decidedly not our usual storage place.  I confessed that I had planned to dress today, but was delayed by Her early return.  I demurred about the wisdom of wearing heels while nursing a sick back, lacking a suitable way to explain that they had decorative value beyond their use for locomotion.  Instead, I offered, “Another five minutes, and my greeting would have been decidedly more, um, pink!”

”Oh.  Cute,” was all She said.

An inscrutable response, as always, but for some reason it left me aroused, as always.  I sometimes have flashes of insight wherein I have taken inventory of what She knows:

* I sleep at Her feet, and am known never to deny any suggestion that I serve at Her feet;

* The only way that I cum now is with my face buried in Mistress’ feet;

* I am no longer able to get an erection through straight sex, even though Mistress is my perfect Goddess and I worship Her form;

* I serve with massage and lotion at Mistress’ whim any time that She reads or watches television;

* I am a submissive;

* I am a compulsive life-long crossdresser;

* I have confessed to being attracted to sissy sex and possibly gay sex;

* She has almost certainly discovered the sissy hypno files that I have neglected to delete from iTunes, and understands that I use them; and

* She even knows how weed makes me feel acutely submissive and effeminate, and She still Loves me!

Wow!