Sunday 27 March 2011

are you feeling submissive...

These set of new pics never fail to invoke in me feelings of submission..what about you..do they make you feel like getting on your knees..












After looking at all those worship inspiring pictures..i'll end this blog with something just as hypnotic but something i'm sure all you sissy will enjoy as i have... twitch..twitch..

Now, my sweet, you've learned to respond to hypnosis very, very well with me. We're going to start a new set of explorations. I'm going to take you deeper. I'm going to deepen my control. And I'm going to help you have very, very enjoyable experiences as you learn to respond to me more and more. You're wanting that, aren't you, my girl? Good girl.

Today, we're going to focus on your body - making your body more responsive, helping you to feel more sissy and more desirable. You'd like that wouldn't you, my girl? Of course you would. You'll feel so erotic, so enticing, so aroused as we explore today. It will be just right for you, my girl.

You can begin to let go now as I talk with you. Go ahead and gaze into my eyes and begin to let go. Begin to drift. Begin to float. It's so easy for you, my girl. You're going to go very, very deep for me today. Very, very deep into hypnosis. Today, you'll wait until I tell you to undress. Even though you want very much to remove your clothing, you'll wait until I tell you. Very relaxed. Very comfortable. Slipping deeper. It's like sliding down into the most wonderful warm bath that you've even imagined. So warm, so soothing. So soothing, so relaxing. So relaxing, so comfortable. So comfortable, so drowsy. So drowsy, so sleepy. So sleepy, so deep. So deep, so open. So open, so willing.

Now imagine that we're on an elevator together, my girl. You see the numbers above the door. There are twenty of them – numbers from one to twenty, and the number twenty is lit. You see them, don't you, my girl? Good girl. The doors of the elevator are closing now. And the elevator begins to move downward. Downward. Taking you down deeper and deeper. The light on twenty goes out and nineteen comes on. As we move downward, you go deeper. Count together with me.

Nineteen. Good. Each number deepens you.

Eighteen. More and more relaxed.

Seventeen. More and more open to my suggestions.

Sixteen. Going deeper and deeper.

Fifteen. Feeling your mind open and relax.

Fourteen. More and more ready to accept.

Thirteen. Wanting my deep hypnotic suggestions.

Twelve. So very, very relaxed and open.

Eleven. Wanting to follow my words.

Ten. Wanting to obey me.

Nine. Feeling wonderfully open and receptive.

Eight. So deep now and going deeper.

Seven. Ready to respond completely.

Six. So very, very deep, my girl.

Five. Deep, deep obedient hypnosis.

Four. Deeper than you've ever been.

Three. Much, much deeper now.

Two. Almost all the way down now.

One. Completely deep.

How do you feel now, my girl? Yes, you're very, very deep and very, very responsive to all my hypnotic suggestions. Good girl. You're wanting my deep hypnotic suggestions, aren't you? Of course you are, my girl.

Now I want you to imagine a mirror in your mind. It's a sissy mirror. You're standing in front of the mirror, looking at yourself, and you're liking what you see very much. It's a sissy mirror, and when you see yourself in that mirror, you always look like a girl. It's a sissy mirror, and when you see yourself in that mirror, you always feel pretty girly. It's a sissy mirror, and when you see yourself in that mirror, you look better than you ever have before, much better. It's a sissy mirror, and in the mirror you see yourself as you've always wanted to see yourself. A sissy mirror. Do you notice how good you look in the sissy mirror? Good girl.

Now very, very slowly, begin to put on your sissy clothes, one item at a time. Watch yourself as you slowly dress. Very sensual as you slip on the first item of clothing. Very sissy and erotic. Feel the fabric slipping over your skin. Notice the sensations as you so, so slowly slip it on. Watch yourself in the sissy mirror. See how sissy you are. Feel how sissy you are. Realize how sissy you are. Now move on to the next item. So erotic. Such a sissy girl. You look wonderful in the sissy mirror, and it feels wonderful as you slowly slip your panties on. Feel all the sensations. You become lightly aroused as you slip on stockings, dress, heels. Feels so good. So very good, my girl.

Almost completely undressed now, and feeling so very, very sissy. You look so good in the sissy mirror. And you feel so good as you watch the pretty girl in her pretty new clothes. There. Just perfect on you. Just what you wanted, my girl.

Now we're going to explore your lovely body. I'm going to mention parts of your body. When I do, you'll run your hands over that part of your body, and watch in the sissy mirror. It will be like making love to yourself and will feel so sensual, so sissy, so erotic. As we explore, you'll find yourself falling in love with each part of your body in ways beyond what you've previously experienced. When we explore the parts of your body that you particularly like, that liking will grow even stronger. And when we explore parts of your body that in the past have bothered you, you'll find you can let go of those old feelings, and enjoy this new perspective. You'll be able to appreciate and accept parts of your body in new ways, and feel new levels of pleasure when you do.

If you want to close your eyes from time-to-time to tune into the experience, please do that. I want you to become immersed in the sensations. Awash with them. This will be very sissy, sensual, exciting for you, my girl.

Let's begin with your face. Gently stroke your fingers over your cheeks. Notice the sensations. Notice the texture of your skin, the temperature. Focus on the sensations in your cheeks. Focus on the sensations in your fingers. Let your awareness move back and forth. As you watch yourself explore in the sissy mirror, notice how sissy it is to begin to explore your own body. You're feeling so good about this. Your lower cheeks ... your upper cheeks, all feeling so wonderful. Now move up to your forehead. Sensual stroking. Giving yourself pleasure, and feeling good about it. As you continue, begin to repeat to yourself, “I love my sissy face”. You may believe it strongly right now. Or you may feel some resistance. It's not important, just continue to repeat, “I love my sissy face”.

Now down to your chin and jaw. Slow, seductive, sensual caresses. Feel the sensations. You may notice a bit of tingling. Feels so good. “I love my sissy face”. Keep repeating, and notice as you do that the words in your mind seem to blend with the caresses. Now stroke over your lips with a single finger. Very,very slowly. Focus on the sensations in your finger, and the sensations in your lips. Looks so sissy in the sissy mirror. Lightly teasing just the tip of your tongue now. Notice how your fingertip and the tip of your tongue dance together. “I love my sissy face”. Just keep repeating over and over again.

Now stroke very, very gently over your eyelids. First with your eyes open. First one eye. Then the other. Very light, very sensual. “I love my sissy face.” Now close your eyes and continue this exploration for a bit.

Let's explore your neck now. Lightly stroking up and down. One hand or both hands. “I love my sissy neck”. It becomes easy to repeat as we continue. And the words go deeper and deeper into your mind. Gently circling, stroking, caressing. Caressing, my girl. Feel the pleasure of touching yourself. Watch yourself in the sissy mirror and feel how seductive this is. “I love my sissy neck”. Good girl.

Now your shoulders. “I love my sissy shoulders”. Notice how smooth they are beneath your hands. Stroke slowly. Very slowly. “I love my sissy shoulders”. Each time you repeat, your feelings about your body become more positive, your thoughts more light and free.

Touch your back as much as you can. The upper back. “I love my sissy back”. And the lower back. “I love my sissy back”. Use your palm where you can. And use the back of your hand in other places. Notice how each feels different, but all the sensations are erotic and arousing. You love your sissy back, don't you, my girl? Very good. If there is a part of your back you can't reach, just imagine being stroked in those places. Imagine your fingers caressing. “I love my sissy back”.

Now move to your breasts – the outer breasts, not yet touching the nipples. Feel the texture; notice places where they are soft, places where they are firm. “I love my sissy breasts”. Just saying that causes a change in your mind, do you notice that? Again, “I love my sissy breasts.” It feels so good to repeat phrases under deep hypnosis and feel them sink very deeply into your mind, doesn't it, my girl? Be aware of your breathing as you lightly circle your breasts, not yet touching the nipples. This is very sissy, isn't it, my girl?

Continue to notice what your hands are experiencing and what your breasts are experiencing. Look at your breasts in the sissy mirror; they're lovely, aren't they? With a single fingertip on one of your breasts, very, very lightly circle the outer edge of your nipple. “I love my sissy breasts”. Touch as lightly as you can, maintaining deep awareness of the sensations. As you circle, slowly begin to spiral inward. Feel the sensations as you brush over the nub so lightly. Now stroke just the tip of your nipple. Very lightly. “I love my sissy breasts.” Repeat this with the other hand and other breast. One finger. Lightly. Slowly. Stroking and exploring.

Move both hands down to your stomach. Stroke and rub. From just beneath your breasts, down to just above your mound. Explore your navel with a fingertip. “I love my sissy belly”. Up and down. Back and forth. Circling. Each stroke completely sensual. “I love my sissy belly”. That's true in a new way now, isn't it?

Now, let's explore your feet. One foot at a time, using both hands. Cup your foot in both hands and firmly rub up and down. Use your thumbs to work out tensions in the sole by massaging. “I love my sissy feet”. Explore all the different parts – the heel, the instep, the ball, the upper foot. Individually explore each toe. Rub gently, feeling the toe under your fingers, and your fingers on the toe. Immerse yourself in the experience. And repeat your phrase, letting yourself know how much you love your feet. Now move to the other foot, repeating this process.

“I love my sissy legs.” Watch in the sissy mirror as you caress your beautiful legs. One leg at a time, using both hands. Spend time stroking and caressing the calf. Pay attention to the knee. Light stroking up your thigh, not quite as far as your pussy. Become very deeply engaged in the sensations. Deeply aware of all the feelings as you stroke. “I love my sissy legs.” Notice the warmth of your skin, the smoothness. Let your hands glide up and down. Long, sensual caresses. “I love my sissy legs”.

Now stroke your bottom. Cup the cheeks and gently squeeze them. Very lightly explore down the crack. Repeat your phrase with whatever word you use for this part of your body. Rub and squeeze. And notice how good it feels. So good, my girl.

Run your hands through your hair. “I love my sissy hair”. Feel the texture of your hair, and linger on your scalp, giving a gentle massage. Watch yourself do this in the sissy mirror. Notice the look of pleasure on your face. See that smile as you continue to repeat, “I love my sissy hair”.

Spend a while now exploring your ears. Very gently. One at a time. Then both together. Which parts of your ear are most sensitive? You love your sissy ears, don't you, my girl? Ears are so very, very erotic. Spend some time with them. Go slowly. Feel your love for them growing.

Your pussy has been waiting. And wants attention. You feel that, don't you, my girl? You won't orgasm until I tell you. Start by lightly stroking just over the top of your mound. Just the top. Use your fingertips to stroke. How does it feel? You love your sissy pussy. Go ahead and say it, “I love my sissy pussy”. Can you linger there for a while without moving lower? As you do, become very aware of all the sensations.

Now become aware of how much you want to touch other places. Stroke along the outer rim now. Just the outer rim. Do you notice a slight tingling sensation as you touch? Is it in your fingers? Or in your pussy? You love your sissy pussy. Keep repeating as you stroke.

Now begin to slide your fingers into the very tender, very moist inner regions. Squeeze your thighs together. Feel your fingers in your sissy pussy. “I love my sissy pussy”. That's completely true, isn't it, my girl? So hot and wet. Slip a finger inside your slit, very, very slowly. Hear the wet sound? How good does that feel?

You can very, very lightly begin to stroke your clit now. “I love my sissy pussy”. You won't cum until I let you. Feel the pleasure building. More and more aroused now. Circling, tickling, arousing. More and more aroused.

“I love my sissy pussy”. Repeat over and over. So sissy, so hot, so ready now. One hand stroking your clit and your pussy now. Run the other hand all over your boobies. All over. Touching, caressing, stroking. Watch in the sissy mirror as you make love to yourself. So sensual. So erotic. Now repeat, “I love my sissy booby”. Again, “I love my sissy booby”. Each time you say it now, you become more aroused. The phrase is directly tied to your arousal. “I love my sissy booby.” Each time you say it, your nipple rocks. One hand stimulating your pussy, the other stroking clitty ... booby clitty booby.

You're ready to cum now, aren't you my girl? Only my hypnotic commands hold you back. When you cum you'll keep repeating, “I love my sissy body.” Each time you say it, your pleasure grows. You'll watch in the sissy mirror as your beautiful, sissy body orgasms for me. Are you ready my girl? Cum for me now.

You love your sissy body. You love your sissy body. You love it. So good. Keep cumming for me. You love your sissy body. So much pleasure. So intense. You love your sissy body. You simply love it. The words sink so deep into your mind. As you feel the pleasure. Close your eyes now, repeat your phrase, and orgasm until you're done.

That was so good, wasn't it, my girl? Do you notice how you've gone even deeper for me? You weren't even sure you could go deeper. But you did. Even more open and receptive, aren't you? Now, before you awaken, I want you to tell me all about this experience, what you thought, and what you felt, and how it affected you. Tell me all about it, and when you're done, you can awaken, my girl, feeling very, very refreshed, very relaxed. Feeling wonderful.

Saturday 26 March 2011

Sunday 20 March 2011

another disparate collection of pics for Mistress Jessica's delectation..

Genesis of my penchant for all things frilly and girly stretches back, when as a young boy i found my aunty's underthings drawer..the rest as they say is history...here are some pics that say a little of where life has taken me those heady and formative days..








OMG he's soo big and strong..

now for something different..just love animation and fantasy.. it may be because i'm such a fairy..

Tuesday 15 March 2011

in tribute of Mistress Jessica

Mistress Jessica has spoken and like any submissive sissy..acts accordingly. To You mistress Jessica..hope this collection of captions and pictures brings You pleasure. Incidentally, should add that i'm totally virginal in blogging, hence the reason to plagairize from other blogs i find decadently pleasing. Preamble over..let me festoon my first blog with the most delicious captions and picture found in the blogisphere...
























Ari was acing most of his classes, as usual. Just as in high school, he was terrific at academics. Which was why it bothered him so much that in his sophomore year of college, he was suddenly getting B's and even C's in one class: home ec. He didn't see why a course on cooking, cleaning and managing a household was even a requirement. It seemed so archaic, so '50s.



It wasn't that he didn't expect to get married and have kids someday. In fact, finding a smart, accomplished woman was high on his list of things to do over the next few years. With his blond hair, usually pulled back in a simple ponytail, the full lips he highlighted with the latest flesh colored gloss , and blue eyes that looked even bigger behind his modern-style glasses, he knew he had always been attractive. And though he usually wore casual jeans and button-down shirts, he enjoyed dressing up occasionally in clothing that really showed off his slim yet suggestive figure.

Meanwhile, the stupid home-ec class was pulling down his grade-point average, which would make it more difficult for him to get into a good grad school. He went to the dean of students, that ugly little creep named Sanders, and asked if he could drop the class. The man looked his up and down for several seconds with his ferretty little eyes before finally replying: Sorry. The class was absolutely required. If he needed extra help, he should ask the instructor.

Ari realized he had no choice. Sighing, he went and scheduled an appointment with the teacher, Ms. Adams. Make that Miss, as the woman insisted on being called.

Miss Adams was an attractive brunette in her mid-'30s. Ari thought she wore too much makeup, but figured it was par for the course for someone who taught such an old-fashioned topic. She reminded Ari of a pretty, perky housewife from an old TV sitcom.

"I think I know what your problem is, Ari," Miss Adams said. "You don't have the right mindset for this kind of study."

"I've never had trouble studying before," Ari said. "I just never thought cooking and cleaning would have to be part of my resume."

"That's just it, you don't take this class seriously," Miss Adams replied. "But I think if we spend some time in the study lab, I can help you see things more clearly."

Thinking about grad school, Ari was ready to agree to anything. So he made an appointment to meet Miss Adams there the following day.

The lab turned out to be located deep in a previously unused basement corner of the science center. When Ari got there, Miss Adams unlocked a door and took Ari into an even smaller room. It was crowded with all kinds of electronic equipment, including stereo headphones and a TV monitor.

"There are two things getting in the way of your doing well in my class," Miss Adams said. "One is that you seem to find it difficult to relax around subjects that make you uncomfortable, and that makes it much harder to learn things. The other is that you don't seem to have much appreciation for the need to know about household matters, or at least to have an understanding of the women who do find them to be important parts of their daily lives. But the equipment here can help you with both those problems."

Ari was dubious, but figured that if Miss Adams saw he was trying, at least he might go easier on his grade. He sat down in a deep, plush chair by the electronic console. "We start out by listening to relaxing music, which will put you in a better frame of mind for learning," Miss Adams said. "Put on these stereo headphones. You'll still be able to hear me because I'll be talking through a microphone connected to the stereo." Ari did as he was told. He could barely hear music playing in the headphones. It was faint, but seemed to some sort of soft muzak, a far cry from the alternative rock he usually listened to. At least there were some cool stereo effects. Sometimes the music seemed to come into his left ear, sometimes his right, and sometimes it seemed to meet in the middle and switch places.

"That's it," he heard Miss Adams' voice say. Through the earphones, her voice seemed particularly soft and resonant, not at all unpleasant. "Now, I want you to sit back, take a deep breath, let it out and relax." Ari did as he was told, and was surprised to find a month's worth of tension seem to exit his body as he exhaled. "Mmmm," Ari said. "That really works." "Do it again," Miss Adams said. "Breathe in, and exhale all your stress and tension." The next time was even better. Ari felt as if he was floating.

"Very good," said Miss Adams. "You're reaching a state of mind that has been found perfect for learning. In fact, you're very lucky... This equipment is brand-new, and I've been given a chance to test it out. Very few people have ever used it before."

"There's nothing dangerous about it, is there?" Ari asked. "Don't be silly, what could be dangerous?" Miss Adams asked in her soft, soothing voice. Don't be silly, Ari thought to himself.

"All right, now we've come to the most important part of your ... education," Miss Adams said. "You need to understand exactly why this subject is important to your life. To help you do that, I'm going to show you a computer simulation of someone who has that understanding already. When you can see things from his point of view, then you'll get the idea yourself."

I guess that makes sense, Ari thought. Actually, the idea seemed a little strange, but whatever. He certainly didn't feel like moving from his comfy chair with the nice music.

Miss Adams flipped a switch and an image formed on the computer screen. A slender, busty young blond woman was standing in a kitchen. He looked strangely familiar to Ari, although he wasn't sure why. Certainly none of his friends would tease out their hair in that too-obviously sexy way, or wear an outfit like that. The woman had a frilly pink apron around his waist, over a very short skirt. His long, slim legs were made extra curvy by what looked to be very high-heeled pink pumps. The woman also had on a white silk blouse with several buttons open, underneath which must have been a wonderbra, considering the way his big, partly exposed breasts jutted up and out. Unlike the dark red lipstick Ari favored, the woman's was soft pink, covered in so much lip gloss they seemed incredibly wet. Ari wasn't sure if he was dressed for cooking or a porn movie.

"Hi! I'm here to share the joys of home ec," the woman said in a soft, breathy voice. "I absolutely love it!" The voice was sexy and giggly, like some dumb cheerleader. Ari looked at Miss Adams. "Are you kidding?" he asked. "Oh, just relax, darling," Miss Adams said. Ari started to say something else, but was suddenly overtaken by that calm, relaxed feeling again. What was he about to say? Whatever... He felt so good. His eyes returned to the screen.

"Now, the way this works is like a language lab," Miss Adams said. "She'll say something, and you'll repeat it. Only in this lab you'll repeat it in English, exactly like she says it. And remember, the idea is to see things from her point of view."

"I could never see things like her," Ari protested. "I mean, look at her."

"Ari, she's a woman, just like you. Don't you think you should have compassion for other women?"

It was an odd argument, but Ari couldn't dispute it. He did want to support other women. "Yes," he said.

"Okay, then just try your best."

"All right," Ari said.

"The woman on the screen certainly has nice blue eyes, doesn't she, Ari? They're pretty, just like yours."

"Yes," Ari said. They really were pretty... just like his.

"I love home ec," the woman said in her sweet, sexy voice.

"Go ahead, Ari," Miss Adams said.

"Um... okay." he might as well try it. "I love home ec."

"Come on, Ari, you can do better than that," Miss Adams said. "See things like she does... say it like she does. Feel it inside."

"I love home ec," the woman repeated.

"I love home ec," Ari said. That was better, he thought. He could feel a little giggle in his voice this time. This certainly was a silly exercise.

"I need home ec," the woman said.

"I need home ec," Ari repeated. Okay, this wasn't so hard.

"I need home ec to take care of my man," the woman said.

What? "Wait," Ari said. "I'm not saying that."

"Ari, honey, you don't have to believe what she says. You just need to understand where she's coming from. Put yourself in her place. You can do that, can't you? Now relax and say it."

Relax and...

"I need home ec to take care of my man," the woman repeated.

Okay... "I need home ec to take care of my man," Ari replied. Yes, he could see that. Take care of a man. Why not?

"I need home ec because I'm just a woman," the woman said.

What? "All right, that's it -- this is nuts," Ari said. "What are you trying to do here? I'm leaving."

Suddenly Miss Adams turned a knob on the console and the music in Ari's ears grew much louder. "Relax, Ari," Miss Adams cooed into the microphone. "There's nothing wrong with what we're doing here. You're just learning something new. That's okay, isn't it? Now relax, relax, relax."

Um... Ari had to think. There was something wrong here. He needed to concentrate, but relax, relax, relax, he couldn't seem to... relax, relax, relax.

"It's so hard to think," the woman on the screen was saying. "I'm just a woman, and it's hard for womans to think."

"It's so hard to think," Ari heard himself saying. Wait, he had to think. But it's so hard for womans to think...

"So hard to think when you're just a silly woman," the woman said.

"So hard to think when you're just a silly woman," Ari repeated. He almost giggled. This whole thing was so silly...

"All I want is to cook and clean and be sexy for my man," the woman said. Ari repeated. "My man is so handsome and strong," the woman said. "He makes me feel so soft and feminine and weak in the knees. I can't think when I'm around him. All I can think of is being sexy, his sexy little woman."

Ari felt his mouth hanging slightly open. He couldn't seem to move his lips well enough to repeat the words out loud, but they were buzzing around in his head. The woman had such pretty blue eyes... He was just like her. Ari understood what he was saying. Everything was so right, so true.

"I used to think I was smart, but now I know I'm just a woman," the woman said. "I can still do things, but only when it helps to serve my man. I can cook, and clean, and mend, and sew. And I can dress up so sexy to make him happy. I wish he would make love to me... I need him to make love to me all the time..."

Ari wished his man would make love to him. He tried to think of something.. what was he thinking of before... so hard to think when you're just a woman. Wait, no... "I can think for myself," Ari said weakly.

Miss Adams typed something into the computer console, but Ari was in no state to notice. "I can think for myself," the woman was saying."I can think whatever my man tells me to. I can believe whatever my man tells me to. I'm so lucky that my man is always right. Men are so big and strong and right... it feels good to be so weak and soft. I love being just a woman."

"I've got to think," Ari mumbled. "Got to get out of here..." "It feels so good not to think," the woman was saying. "Feels so good to forget, forget, forget."

I've got to... got to forget, forget, forget, Ari thought. No, that wasn't it. Got to...

"Can't think cause I'm just a silly woman. A silly sexy woman."

Ari was such a silly woman. Such a silly, sexy woman.

"My man makes me so hot," the woman was saying. "He makes me feel so soft and sexy. I have to do anything he says. I love to do anything he says. I want him to make love to me. Need him to make love to me."

Need him to make love to me, Ari thought. My man, my man...

"Would you like to see your man, Ari?" Miss Adams asked through the speakers.

Ari was vaguely aware of the question. "Uh, okay," he said.

Miss Adams typed into the computer. "Here he is," the computer woman said. He brought out a photograph and held it up to the camera. It filled the screen in front of Ari's eyes. Ari thought it looked kind of like Mr. Sanders, the dean of students. "Isn't he handsome?" the woman was saying. "He's so big and strong... Doesn't he just make you melt?"

Ari was suddenly overcome by feelings for the man in the picture. Mr. Sanders was such a big, strong man, and he, Ari, was such a slut. If only Mr Sanders would come to him, he'd do anything for .....

"I love him. Don't you love him?"

Ari was in love. The man was so strong, so powerful. This big man would take care of him, and Ari would wash and clean and cook and sew and make love to his man all night long...

"Do you understand the need for home ec now, Ari?" Miss Adams asked.

"Yes," Ari replied before passing out.

Three weeks later, Ari was working on the special French meal he was learning in home ec class. It was kind of complicated for a silly boy like him, but since he'd quit all his other classes to take nothing but home ec, he was gradually catching on. Sometimes it seemed strange that he was spending all his time cooking and sewing. Occasionally he even seemed to remember a little bit of his former life, before he wore the frilly pink apron and the wonderbra. But it was so hard to think...

Just then, Miss Adams interrupted her. "There's someone here to see you, Ari. Go into my office." Ari accompanied his into the small room. "You remember Mr. Sanders, don't you?" Miss Adams said before leaving the room and closing the door behind her.

"Hello, Ari," said Mr. Sanders. He ran his eyes over the previously studious young man, who now looked just like a Playboy model. Ari looked at the most gorgeous man he had ever seen, and felt his insides melting, his knees buckling, his mind swimming. "I'm glad to see you're doing well in this class. When we're married, you can cook for me every day."

It was the happiest day of his life.