Friday, June 11, 2021

Helping you, guiding you, your wife is ready to do it with you, to help you experience sucking your first cock. So she's surprised, even shocked how eager you are, how you take him into your mouth all by yourself, greedily sucking him. 

Part of her is instantly jealous you've taken her bull's cock for yourself, not sharing with her.

But part of her is so proud, pleased with how naturally it comes to you.


Monday, June 7, 2021

The card from your wife to her lover said simply, "Happy Birthday, in the bedroom, M."

He was confused, but a patient man, so took his time, poured a whiskey, walked to the master bedroom, expecting your wife waiting for him. "Well," he laughed, when he opened the door and found not the woman he'd been dating for a year, but you instead. "Well, indeed, she did know exactly what I wanted," he laughed.

"Mmmmgggffff," you mumbled through the penis gag she'd buckled in your mouth.

"Oh don't you worry, sissy," he laughed, feeling his cock harden, "I'll be kind of gentle."


Not me, could be me



Just because you're feminized and locked in chastity doesn't mean 
your wife and her bull don't have uses for you, sissy.

Friday, June 4, 2021


"It's been too long since I felt a man inside me," Emily said the other day. "Too, too long." She looked at me, waited for my reaction. 

"Yes," I said, unable to disagree.

"You understand, don't you?" she asked me. "I mean, it's been some time, maybe...maybe it isn't something you want anymore. I just miss it."

"I...I miss it, too," I said, "I miss it too."

"I want to do something about it," Emily said.

"W...what?" I asked, old memories stirring inside me, memories of her with previous lovers, especially Brian, who she met pre-COVID, but who moved on, literally.

"Come here and kiss me and I'll tell you," she said, and as I kissed her, I imagined her with someone else, imagined her with a man, not me, the need fulfilled.

Thursday, June 3, 2021


Many sissies wear pink cages, an appropriate nod to their feminine nature.

But sometimes clear cages are crueler.

They let the sissy actually see their permanently flaccid penis. They let the sissy see what used to be, let the sissy see what was once a sex organ, but now is nothing.

It's so close, so there when the cage is clear, almost like sissy could reach down and touch it, stroke it, let it grow like it used to.

Wednesday, June 2, 2021


"Honey, don't misunderstand, I'm not mad, it's just...this is the third time you've gone, well, gone soft when you try to put it in me. At some point, a wife starts to get worried."

"I...I don't know why," I said, looking down.

" I not pretty enough?"

"No, you're beautiful," I said.

"Should I dress less...feminine?"

"Less feminine?"

"I could...I could get on my hands and knees and you could pretend...pretend I'm not a girl."

"Not a girl?" I said, shocked. "What's that mean?"

"I...I found that folder on your computer...the bookmarks..."

"What...what bookmarks?"

"You know, the ones where husbands...where husbands"


"Where husband dress up like women and...and sleep with men."

"That's just...that's just fantasy," I stammered.

"Honey, it's okay...I don't mind if you're a little gay, I think it's kind of cute."

" do?"

"A little," she said, blushing. "I mean, just picturing your soft mouth wrapped around a"

"Tell me, dear," your wife says, playing with the string of precum leaking from your permanently locked penis, "if sucking his cock really doesn't turn you on, why does this happen every time you think about it?"

"I...I don't know," you moan, watching her lover undress, seeing his cock, eight inches long, thick and hard, bouncing up and down as he eyes you, waiting for you to suck him.

"See, I do," she smiles. "It's because every time you tell me you don't like sucking cock, you're lying to me and to yourself."

"," you whisper, "'s because it's been so long since you unlocked me."

"Proving my point, sissy, the longer you're in chastity, the more what you really like is exposed."


"Sissy tears" are something to be proud of, it means your body knows and accepts your sissy clit will never be unlocked, will never be inside a woman again. It means you accept your sexual pleasure no longer involves what men do, but instead involves what women do.

So accept that you leak, sissy, accept that though it's been a year since your last "real" orgasm, you're never having one again.


What was always embarrassing when you were dating pretty women 
is desirable when you date strong, masculine men. 

Stay soft, sissy, stay soft, limp, and feminine when you date men.


The 'jock' fraternity has no likes for sissy 'boys' like you in their pledge class, but that doesn't mean they don't have use for you.


Your wife's lover understands intimacy is very important in a cuckold marriage. So while he will not permit, of course, you and your wife to have 'normal' sexual relations (her pussy belongs to him and him alone), he permits and even encourages other forms of intimacy.

Last time he spent the night, he allowed the two of you to sleep together after he and your wife were done. No, real sex, of course, but intimacy just the same.

Thursday, May 27, 2021


"God, you're running late, I thought you were getting here at 4, we barely have enough time to get your dressed," your friend tells you when you get to her house.

"Dressed?" you ask, confused, since you're already wearing the tux you rented.

"Dressed. For the prom," she looks at you with a strange look. "The guys are getting here at 5:30 to pick us up, some on, let's go."

"The guys? Beth, you're confusing me. What guys. I thought just the two of us were going."

"Just the two of us? Why would we go to prom without dates?"

Now Beth was really confusing you. "I thought, I mean...I thought you were my date."

"Why would you think that?" she asked. 

"You asked asked me if I wanted to go to the prom with you, Beth, isn't that a date?"

"You're messing with me, right," she laughed like she got the joke. "You know I've been seeing Steve since he went to college in the fall, of course I'm going with him."

"Why...why am I here, then?"

"I thought I told you? He wanted to bring one of his frat buddies, you're his date. Now come on, get out of that silly looking tuxedo so we can get you into your prom dress."

"My prom dress???"

"Yes, your prom dress. Don't worry, Steve's buddy knows you're gay, he's totally cool with that. I don't think he's gay, but you know guys, after a couple of drinks, any pretty girl looks good to them. I don't think he'll want to have sex, sex, but a blowjob isn't out of the question."


"Wait, did you seriously think I was going to go with you? Don't fuck around with me."

"," you stammer, ashamed to admit that's exactly what you thought."

"God, you gave me a scare, there. Seriously, get out of that silly tux, I got you some new lingerie to wear under your dress."

"Do you have something to say?" your wife's lover glares at the corner where you're kneeling, hands bound behind you. Your wife kneels between the two of you, in both of your line of site, wearing just a bra and panties. She remains silent, simply waiting for her Mistress to command her.

", Ma'am," you stammer, eyes darting from your half naked wife to the other woman, watching her read the proposal your wife typed up.

"This paragraph on chastity has the cage removed every thirty days."

"That...that seemed reasonable," you swallowed.

"It's not," she said, voice firm, "an orgasm once a quarter is more reasonable, if not too generous itself. Change this to the male slave may request removal of the device once per quarter."

"Re...request?" you stammered.

"Shall we make it annually?"

"No, Mistress, once per quarter," you quickly agree.

You know your wife cares only as it matters to you as it doesn't effect her sex life; her Mistress has forbidden her from having sex with you. Still, for the first time since she entered the room and knelt, she looks at you with a sympathetic face. "You have something to add, pet?"

"No, Mistress," your wife says, lowering her eyes.

"Make the change tomorrow."

Wednesday, May 26, 2021


"Honey, I don't know why you're being all whiney about it, I told you I'd take the cage off any time you wanted...all you do is have to say the words."

"Please, Ashely, I...I don't want to," you said, feeling your penis twitch in your cage seeing how she was dressed.

"That's okay, I mean I'm not surprised you don't want me to unlock you when I'm dressed like this; I guess a sexy woman isn't a turn on."

"But...but I do," you swallow, "and it is a turn-on."

"It's your choice, say the words or don't."

"Fine...I...I liked sucking his cock," you whisper, the shame of being on your knees and giving her lover a sloppy blowjob washing over you.

"I knew it," she smiles. "He said you were so good at it, he said there was no way you were doing it just to make me happy. 'A natural cocksucker' he said."

"Ashley," you look down.

"Honey, it's okay to be gay, I don't know why you're so ashamed about it. There's nothing wrong with being attracted to a man like him."

"But...but I'm your husband," you swallow.

"To be honest, I'm happy for the help. You know he's a handful in bed, I don't mind having a second set of hands or a second mouth to share him with. God, that makes me wet, sharing a cock with my husband."


"What's the perfect woman?" my wife asked me one morning.

"I...I don't know," I said, thinking quickly, "brown hair, brown eyes, milky skin, nice breasts, thin but not too thin," I said, basically describing her. "What's the perfect man?"

"The perfect man?" she asked, looking at me. "I guess like the perfect cup of coffee."

"The perfect cup of coffee?"

She sipped her coffee, looked away. "You know, strong, hot, black."

"June," I gasped.

"You asked, love, you asked."

Tuesday, May 25, 2021


Brings back memories of trying on my aunt's lingerie when I was young.

"What are you here to discuss?" the nurse asked my wife as I sat nervously in the corner chair.

"My husband's erection issues," my wife said, knowing my face was red without looking at me. How could I not be embarrassed when she insisted I wear a dress, lingerie, and heels to the doctor.

The nurse opened her chart, looked at it, clicked her pen. "I'll get some notes for the doctor. Let's start with preferred pronouns?"

"Feminized, she uses she, her, hers," my wife said.

The nurse made a note in the chart. "When was her last erection?"

"Six months ago," my wife said.

"Six months?" the nurse looked at me with an amused grin. 

"She's kept in a metal cage," my wife said.

"Last orgasm? Same?"

"The same," my wife confirmed.


"Monthly," my wife said.

"Caged, I assume, if she hasn't had an erection."

"Caged," my wife said.

"And how did she achieve orgasm?"

"We...I think we used a vibrator...didn't we?" 

My wife looked at me, I had no choice but to answer. "Y...yes, Ma'am," I said, remembering it clearly, remembering her tying me to the bed while she used a vibrator on me, tormenting me for a good hour.

"Does she swell in the cage if aroused?"

"Often," my wife said, "and leaks towards the end of the month."

"Last question, what are your erection goals?"

"To be honest, as few as possible," my wife said, "and certainly none that lead to orgasm."

"Okay, let me go see if the doctor's ready, she can undress to her undergarments and get on the table," the nurse said, smiling at my wife.

"She's wearing a garter belt and stockings," my wife said, "okay to leave those on?"

"Of course," the nurse said, "the doctor can examine her like that."

" you have a gown?" I asked, speaking for the first time.

"No," the nurse said, her voice stern. "Undressed and lie on the table now."

I undressed, started to take off my heels, but my wife stopped me. "No need," she said. 

I sighed, climbed onto the table. Despite the cold table and my nerves, I still felt my penis swell in the cage. My wife saw it, shook her head. "And you wonder why we're here, " she said.

Before I could answer, the door opened and the nurse walked in followed by man in his early forties, tall, muscular, fit. "Dr. Crawford," he said, shaking my wife's hand. "I understand we're having erection issues?"

He pulled on a pair of gloves, without further introduction to me, reached for my caged penis, massaged my balls. "Seems to grow fairly easily," he said to my wife.

"That's the point, doctor," my wife said, "I wish it wouldn't. I'd remove the cage monthly to clean her and let her breath, but she swells the second I mention unlocking it."

"That's fairly common," he said, "absent hormones, most femininized males still can obtain an erection even in long term chastity."

"She's shrunk," my wife offered, "flaccid, that is, but when she's excited she swells to fill the cage."

"Also quite common," the doctor said, still massaging my balls, watching as my penis swelled. "The nurse said you milk her?"

"Monthly," my wife said.

"I assume we're coming up on that? She swells fairly quickly with stimulation."

"She's due this weekend."

"Well, I'm afraid absent hormones she's going to retain the ability to grow erect."

"I don't want to put her on hormones, but I really don't want erections either."

"Just leave the cage on," the doctor said.

"How long is safe?"

"Really, there's no reason it can't be tolerated indefinitely with monthly prostate massages. I'd suggest gradually reducing cage size, though, she could easily go down to half the size."

"Half...half the size," I said, stunned.

The doctor chuckled. "Easily," he said, "maybe slightly smaller." He turned to my wife, still massaging my balls. "Typically I'd reduce cage size in bi-monthly steps, going down one cage size every other month for six months, then installing a permanent cage at the end."


He smiled at her. "No key, just a soldered connection. Now, she'd have to be out of the cage, what, three times to switch sizes. I'd do that right after a milking to reduce the chances of erection. If you're careful, you should be able to do it without any unnecessary swelling."

"Really?" my wife asked, clearly interested.


What's the natural state of a sissy boy? Much like Loolay, feminized and in chastity.

Monday, May 24, 2021

"I'm going to miss you when I'm gone," your wife's lover told her a week before he went overseas for twelve months for work.

"I'm going to miss you, too, Sir," she said, already contemplating a year without his direction, his firm hand, his strength, the dominant place he had in her life, in your marriage. 

"A pet like you can backslide quite far in a year," he said, "I wouldn't look forward to having to retrain you...or your husband."

"I worry about that, too," she admitted, comfortable as she was serving him. "I worry about him, too," she said, meaning you.

"I don't think he understood what he was getting into," her lover smiled, "but he's come along well."

"He needs the direction, too," she said, kissing him. "He still complains, but deep down inside, he knows he needs a strong man in our marriage as much as I do."

"I think we're all in agreement on that," he said. "We can talk, of course, but there's no substitute for a man's presence."

"He doesn't mean to, but you know how he is. I know he's already assuming without you around...that I'll miss it enough that he can..."

"Is that what you want?" he asked her. "Do you want him trying to be the man again?"

"No, of course not. It's'll be so far away..."

"He can't be the man in your life, pet, you know that."

"Of course, I do, Sir, but he's my husband. But without you around, I'm afraid he'll be relentless."

"I agree, a year is too long for you two to go without a firm man."

"Wait, are you going to come home early?" she asked, hopeful.

"If only I could, pet, if only I could. No, it's the full year. But I agree, you two need a man to keep you in line. Remember my friend Peter? You met him at the Christmas party."

"The lawyer? Yes, what about him? You doing to send him to check in on us?" she laughed.

"In a way, pet. I'm giving you two to Peter while I'm gone."

Her eyes went wide. " us to him?"

"Peter's in the scene, pet, he's between relationships. I trust him with my life, literally, I certainly trust him with the two of you."

"You're giving us to him?"

"Yes," he said, waiting, knowing she wouldn't question his obvious command, knowing she'd immediately understand just what the extent 'giving' meant, that Peter would be her master for the next year, that she would be Peter's to use just as he was hers. He was pleased she didn't immediately object, didn't object even thinking about it. She simply accepted his word as law.

"My husband won't...I mean..."

"Wont be happy? No, I suspect he won't, at least at first. But it's settled. Besides, your husband won't be the first Peter's dealt with. If anything, Peter relishes a closet sissy; it's kind of his specialty. Besides, I'm anxious for you to see him serving other men, it's important you see how naturally it comes to him, no matter how much he decries it."

"He complains every time you make him do it."

"Yet every time he gets better at it, almost like he was born to suck cock."

She laughed, thought about the last blowjob she'd watched her husband give her lover. "He was pretty eager," she smiled. 

"Almost as good as you."


Be honest, did you really think the jock fraternity was going to accept you as a regular pledge?

Did no one warn you they took two "non-jock" pledges ever year and stuck them in a special room in the basement?


"Listen," my wife said, "I don't see what the big deal is, I do it to him all the time."

"But...but you're a girl," I said, "that...that's natural."

"Not entirely, I never did it to you," she retorted.

"Angie!" I exclaimed, but it was true, she'd never gone down on me once, never once.

"I'm just saying, it's not that big a deal," she said, looking in the mirror, checking her makeup.

"It is too a big deal, I...I'm not gay," I protested.

"God, that again? That's so...offensive. What's that even mean? If you're dressed as a girl, how is it gay? Besides, how is it any different than what you do with my dildo? You've sucked that dozens of times."

"It's different," I said.

"Fine, so it's different. So what? I want you go suck his cock, that's all there is to it. I want to see you on your knees, giving my lover the best blowjob you can."

"You're serious?" I asked.

"I'm serious," she said.

"I don't know why consternate about it, it says in here a husband can wear the chastity cage for the first full year if he's in a female led marriage."

"I...I thought we were going to talk about it after a month."

"We are, sweetie, I'll certainly let you ask and I'll certainly talk about it, I'm just saying the book says the whole first year."

"But that...that's so long."

"I agree. Tell you what, I'll let you ask and consider it every month, it depends on your behavior."



When did your wife realize nothing satisfied her like serving a real man? 

The time her lover fingered to a dozen orgasms, making her lick his fingers clean between each one.

"I...I don't like the taste," she told him.

"All the better, slut, all the better.