Keystroke Moment

I pressed Pause on a moment just now, in order that I may attempt to describe it. This is a testament to what has become of me.



Lips muttering, "Submit, obey," and unintelligible rasps of "helpless sissy faggot." My wide eyes are glued to a sissification hypnosis porn file. Rocking in my chair, as my ususally limp weenie grows rock hard in appreciation of my depravity. Black dress, basque, stockings, garters and heels. Significantly stoned. Mind utterly blank. Incandescently horny.