Wednesday, June 30, 2021

Questions

I don't do formal AMAs, though I would...so I guess this is an AMA.

But a couple of questions from the comments:

1. How's the baby?

She's a darling two year old. She's also a terror who let's everyone know what she wants and how they stand with her. She's fearless and wears her heart on her sleeve. How she doesn't have stitches or a broken bone is beyond me. She's so her mother's daughter.

2. Still in chastity?

Generally, yes. I'm usually caged a month or two at a time (meaning a month or two with no unfeminine bulges). Before release, which is almost a ritual, I'm 'milked', either with a dildo or a prostate massager (two months in a cage, it's pretty easy to have a sissygasm). Then I'm unlocked for a day or two and we often find ourselves playing. Not regular sex, but where swelling is allowed. It's fun, relaxing, kinky. The timing...a month, two months, sometimes three, depends almost entirely on Emily's moods.

3. Did Emily know Evan was going to the wedding when she bought her dress?

Yes and no. She got a dress, less revealing, when she didn't know. She bought the current dress after she found out he'd be here.

She modeled everything this morning; wanted to confirm what to wear. My god, was I turned on. Of course, it's been over a month, so almost anything excites me. 

4. A reader wrote, "I am fully aware that for you ... and Emily ... it's quite different ... emotionally, physically ... a very significant aspect of your relationship."

It's weird. The cuckolding is a significant aspect of our relationship, has been for years, since before we married. But it's also intermittent. The reality is that it's not easy finding the right man and now, we've had none of that since before the pandemic. Femininization and chastity are just as important, even when there's no man in her life. 

 


"What...what's wrong?" you ask your wife when you get home, find her sitting on the couch, a stern look on her face.

She glares, waiting. "Sorry," you say, curtsey carefully, lifting the hem of your maid's uniform. "Good evening, Mistress."

"I just got off the phone with Greg," she says.

Your blood runs cold, fear at what you could have done wrong. "Did...did I displease him?" you ask, afraid, for she was clear, the chastity cage only came off if you made her lover happy.

"You cleaned well enough," she says, "he was happy with that and wants you back every other week. But he said your oral skills were merely...adequate. Why?"

You think back. When you finished cleaning, he called you into his study, unzipped his pants, simply pointed. You'd feared this all afternoon but knew you had no choice, so went to him, kneeled, gave your first blowjob. "I...some dribbled out, Ma'am," you say, eyes down.

"Dribbled out?"

"There...there was so much, Ma'am, some...some got out...got onto his stomach. I...I licked it immediately."

"We discussed this. Your blowjob skills are a reflection on me. When I send you to Greg's house, I expect you to give a better blowjob than he got from anyone but me. And that means swallowing every drop of cum, every time, even if it is your first time."

"Yes, Ma'am," I say, knowing offering excuses is futile.

"I want you to spend an hour in front of the mirror every night for the next month," she said, meaning the eight inch dildo she attached to the mirror in our room, the one I practice on.

"Yes, Ma'am," I say. "What...what about...you know?" I ask, afraid to say it.

"No, I don't know, sissy, what about what?"

"The...the cage."

"It stays on for the month, sissy, in fact, it stays on until he reports your skills have improved."



I handed the box to Emily; she knew what it was immediately, or what it was for. "Do you want me to open it now or save it in case I need it?" she asked.

"You...you might not need it?" I asked.

She laughed. "I'm sure I'll need it," she said, "but men can be fickle...he might not be into this anymore."

"You really think that?" I asked.

She laughed again. "Of course not," she said, "I mean...you never know...but he texted he me he was looking forward to old times. Is it sexy?" she held up the box.

"Very," I swallowed.

"I don't want to give him the wrong intentions," she said.

"Your intentions would be quite clear if you wear that," I said.

"What color?"

"Black," I said.

"Naughty," she smiled, got serious for a second. "You know, I really don't know what will happen; it's been awhile since Evan and I...you know..."

"You're a pretty woman," I said, "pretty women get what they want in that area."

She laughed. "I suppose they do," Emily said. "I suppose this would help," she held up the box.

"Clear intentions," I said.

"I honestly never imagined Evan and I would...reconnect. Those are good memories."

"Me, too," I said, "in a different way."




Tuesday, June 29, 2021

 



Your wife sent you a text just before 5 that said, "Sorry, he said he wants me late tonight, can you take care of dinner and get the kids to bed." Missing was the word 'work' as in 'he wants me to WORK late tonight."

She knows you know what that means, knows you know what she's doing. That while you're taking care of dinner and the kids, you'll be picturing her, picturing what's she's doing for her boss.

She knows when she gets home late, you'll be in bed waiting, and that the smell of musk and sex and cum that oozes from her won't make you angry, just the opposite, that you'll gently tend to her, bathe her with your tongue, jealous he does things to her you're not permitted to do, but grateful for what you are allowed. 


Monday, June 28, 2021

Have to admit, this is all I can think about

 







It's difficult not thinking about pleasing a man when you're dressed like this, isn't it?



 

From the Past

 Emily is going to a wedding this weekend in Nashville; a friend from college is getting married. It's her first time flying since...before times. Just flying down Friday and coming home Sunday.

Last night she showed me the dress she got for the wedding, a wine colored, silk, slip dress.





"Too much?" she asked me walking into the bedroom. 

She asked me if it was too much because my eyes were on the floor. "No," I quickly said, "it's...wow."

"I like wow," she smiled.

"Better hope there are not too many single guys," I said, "you'll be like a flame calling moths."

"Like you'd be upset," she teased.

"Maybe not," I admitted, thinking of her flirting with me while she was far away and alone."

"I don't think anyone will bother me," she said.

"Emily, the only thing you should worry is if you're prettier than the bride," I said.

"No, I meant...do you remember Evan?"

Evan? Did I remember Evan? How the fuck could I not remember Evan? "What about him?" I asked when it hit me, hit me hard. Evan was...shit...holy shit...Evan was friends with the bride in school. Holy shit, was...was Evan... "Y...yea, I...I remember Evan..."

"He's...he's going to be at the wedding," she said, almost shy.

"Evan?"

"Evan," she nodded.

"Wait, didn't...I thought he got married," I said, trying to remember.

"Married and divorced," she said.

"You...you want to...to..."

"It's been a long time, love," she said, "a long time."

"You...I mean...the two of you...you..."

"What if we did again? Just for...you know...just for the weekend? I'm not saying he'll want to," she said.

"Oh, he'll want to," I said.

"It was a long time ago," she said again.

"You want to," I said.

She gave me that little smile. "M...maybe," she said.

I thought of the times years ago, the weekends she spent with him, what might have been if he hadn't moved. "When...when did you find out?"

"I knew he was invited right away, but he wasn't going to make it...but now he is...he, well, he texted me last week."

"Oh, god, Em," I said.

"I don't know, love," she said, "I mean, I assume...I guess...I guess I'm asking permission...in case...well, we'll both be at the rehearsal dinner, so...in case anything happens either night."

"Emily...how...how would something not happen?

"It's been awhile, men change..."

"Not when he sees you dressed like that," I said. "What...what are you wearing Friday?"

She showed me a short flowered dress:


"If...if you flirt...he'll..."

"That's why I'm asking permission," she said. "I was going to pack something cute to sleep in...just in case."

"You want to, don't you?"

She nodded. "I didn't think about it until he texted. I didn't even think about him."

I thought for a moment, did math in my head; she saw, laughed. "The timing is fine," she said, "it was a week or so ago." She was talking about her cycle, the thing I was thinking about. I did a different math, knew with that timing, that's when she was at her peak...well...interest...

"Is this real?" I asked, "you're not just teasing me?"

"Well I know you love the teasing, dear, but no, this is real."

"Em..."

"Is that a yes?" she asked.

I nodded...memories...nodded...Evan...god, Evan? 

"I assumed I was dateless...maybe not so much," she said.

Saturday, June 26, 2021

 


"Honey, wait," your wife says as you start undressing, obviously horny at how she's dressed.

"Wait? Christ, Susan, I can't wait," you beg, eyes all over her body.

"Wait," she says again, "I...I want to talk about that stuff....I found...on your computer."

You sigh, face suddenly red. "I...I told you...that...that was an accident...I...I was watching porn and clicked on the wrong link."

"I know," she says, "but..."

"But what?"

"Are you sure you like women?"

"Of course I like women," you said, "it was just like a wrong click. I though it was...you know...cock sucking..."

"And it happened to be 'cock sucking husbands', right?" she asks.

"Right," you say, "now can we..."

"Sure," she says, then stops.

"What?"

"I...I just...I looked in the Time Machine drive...remember I told you about that backup drive?"

"K...kind of," you stammer.

"Well, I looked there and...and there were so many clicks, like...like too many to be an accident."

"Like...like a few? Maybe it was two or three."

"Like two or three thousand," she said. "Like dirty things...like videos on...on sucking cock together, on how to give blowjobs, and blowjob training and pleasing your wife and her lover...

"Susan..."

"And then I thought about all those times...you know...when you're using a dildo on me and licking me and how you 'accidently' making it slip out of me and how it kept ending up in your mouth..."

"Susan, that...it just slipped..."

"That's what you said," she said, "that's what I thought...but those videos...those 'husbands' sucking cock for their wives..."

"Susan, I...I can explain..."

"Can you?" she asked, reaching under the pillow, pulling out a dildo I'd never seen before, a large, thick, long, hard realistic cock. "Can you explain? Or would you rather just show me."

"Show...show you?

"Instead of trying to explain it, instead of lying, wouldn't you rather just show me? Wouldn't you rather just come over here and suck cock for me and show me what a sissy you are?

Friday, June 25, 2021

Surprise Guest


"Honey, what...what are you doing up here?" my wife asks me when I step into the kitchen through the basement door, obviously surprised, quickly tying her robe closed to cover her body.

"It...it's morning, Ma'am," I reply, giving her a curtsey, carefully lifting the hem of the black satin French Maid's uniform I was wearing. "I was going to make breakfast." I'd spent the night in the basement, in the small servant's room I had down there, the room with the plain twin sized bed, a single chair, an armoire. I always spend the night in the basement when she had a male guest.

"I...hon...he..." she stammers.

"Ma'am?" I ask, not sure what's wrong. Then I see it, hear it. The two cups of coffee on the table, the sounds coming from the bedroom. Oh god, he spent the night. She'd never had a lover spend the night!

"Blowjob for the road," I hear a male voice call from behind me. I turn, there's a tall, muscular man behind me, a towel around his waist, drying his hair. "Well, well, well," he says, seeing me.

"Greg, this...this is my...this is..."

"Sophia, Sir," I manage to say, curtseying again, "I...I was just going to make breakfast."

He chuckles, obviously understanding. We both stare at him, waiting for his reaction.

"Great, eggs and bacon," he said, "over easy, not too crispy on the bacon. But us a few, I have a few things to do with her, first." He grabbed my wife's arm, not rough, but not gentle, either. "We'll start with that blowjob," he tells her, "and see what happens from there."

"Of course," my wife says, looking at me.

"Fresh coffee, too," he tells me, "don't wait on that. Just bring it in when it's done and leave it on the table."




Your first orgasm in chastity and your wife couldn't be happier. 

Since physical release is no longer necessary for sexual release, it means she can keep you caged forever.

The Visit Part 2


From Part 1

"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."

"Permanent?"

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.

**********

I looked at the doctor, he was still holding my swollen balls in his gloved hand, actually more than holding, he was absentmindedly massaging them, making me swell in the cage, painfully swell. "Uuugh," I grunted, not meaning to. 

"See," my wife said, "she swells at the slightest touch, even a man's touch."

"Is she gay?" the doctor asked my wife, now purposefully massaging my balls.

"Ha," my wife laughed. "There's a source of disagreement between us. She insists she only likes women, but I'm skeptical."

I looked at my wife, started to say something, but knew better; wasn't sure I could speak with the pain between my legs.

"Why?" he asked her.

"She was certainly straight when we married, I'll grant her that, but since her feminization, she's, well, how would I put it? Developed a fondness for certain male things."

The doctor looked back at his nurse who was shaking her head as if I was an object of scorn, which perhaps I was. "Cock obsession?" he asked her.

"Of course," the nurse said. "Typical."

"That's it, doctor," my wife said, "she has a fascination for realistic dildos, watching blowjob videos, things like that. I don't think she's lying when she says she isn't attracted to men, not like she is to women, but she's seemingly obsessed with cock."

"Which doesn't necessarily make her gay, at least not in the traditional sense," the doctor said. "It's the juxtaposition of her small organ to a traditional man. A sissy...that term is okay?"

My wife nodded. "Of course."

"A sissy often has two realizations. The first is that she can't satisfy a woman, sexually, like a man is supposed to, often because of a relatively small organ." He gave my balls a squeeze. "There's certain societal pressures, reinforced by today's readily available porn, that sissy realizes she can't compare to. That porn, watching large, well endowed men, have sex with pretty women, becomes hypnotic. They start watching the woman, wishing they could do that, but when they realize they can't, they start watching the man, start obsessing over cock. This gets worse when they watch hours and hours of women giving men blowjobs as they usually start imagining themselves as the woman, not the man."

"You've seen this before?" my wife chuckled.

"Many times," he assured her. "I should warn you, the longer a sissy is in chastity, the longer she goes without an erection, without a traditional male orgasm, the more intense her obsession will become."

"I don't want her having erections," my wife said. 

"So long as you understand the risks," he said. "You'll likely find dildos aren't enough."

"So be it," my wife nodded.

The doctor looked at me, my face was bright red. "Most end up happier," he said. "The lack of erection will have no impact on her sex drive, it usually enhances it, and combined with the constant state of arousal from the lack of a traditional orgasm, a sissy finds herself...happy."

"You've experienced it?" my wife asked, "I mean...patients that..."

"Experienced it, yes, with patients, no," he looked suddenly serious. "Sex with a patient is against medical ethics. That said, if the need arises, I can connect you with certain men who can help...when the time comes. But I recommend completing the penile reduction first; once she's in permanent chastity and there's no risk of erection or orgasm, there's little risk of the guilt and remorse that she's susceptible to in this state."

"So reduce the cage size."

"Reduce the cage size."

"Without an erection," my wife confirmed.

"Correct. There's some risk, of course, with in-home treatments, we're certainly willing to do the procedures here. It's simple...milking...removal of the old cage...installation of a smaller cage. A few follow up visits to repeat, and the permanent cage."

"When could we start" my wife asked.

"Today, actually. We'll move her to a procedure room, of course, the whole thing only takes an hour."

My wife looked at me, trying to judge my feelings, but I was far too distracted by the doctor's hand on my balls and the swelling in my cage. "She said it hurts now, will a smaller cage hurt more?"

"Actually less," he said. "The smaller the cage, the less room to swell so the less the pain."

"Well then...okay," my wife said, "let's do it."











Thursday, June 24, 2021

 


"Mrs...Mrs. Evans, what...what are you doing here?" you ask your mother-in-law, finding her lounging on your bed dressed in lingerie.

"I understand my daughter's away on a work trip," she says, not answering your question.

"In...in Chicago," you manage to say, "with...with her boss."

"Her boss?" she asks. "Is that all he is?"

"What does that mean...and...and what are you doing here?"

"She asked me to check in on you," you mother-in-law says. "I understand this is her first out of town trip with Mr. Tenant."

I looked at her...what does she know?

"Why...why are you dressed like that?" I ask her.

"She took the keys with her?"

"The...the keys?"

"To the chastity cage. There's nothing more exciting than teasing a boy who has no hope of his cage coming off."

"You know?"

"Of course I know," she laughs. "Who do you think taught her how to control her marriage?"

"But...but I..." I grimaced, felt the cage tighten as I started to swell. I had transitioned to a smaller cage last week and was till getting used to how constricting it was.

"Tight?"

"Yes," I said.

"Get used to it, little boy, it's going to be tight all week while she's gone." She sat up, spread her legs.

"What...what are you doing?"

"Going to see if you're as good a pussy licker as she claims."

 


That feeling you get when you know your wife has an important lunch meeting with a client she's been flirting with and she wears a tight blouse, short skirt, and 'forgets' her wedding rings.

Jessica Nazarenus


Wishing she was your wife...going on a date with a real man...

Source : Bellazon


 "Oh, my, is someone's clitty swelling?" your wife asks as she gently strokesyour penis, "I don't recall giving you permission to swell, sissy."

You groan, grunt, would beg if not for the cock gag buckled in your mouth; instead you simply drool as you suck on the gag.

"Stop," she says, continuing to stroke you.

"Annnt,' you beg.

"Sissy, you know the rules. One month in chastity for every minute you're swollen."

She's not being fair; she knows it, you know it. "Maybe I should stop," she says, knowing you're rapidly approaching orgasm.

You quickly think, is it worth it? Is the four or five minutes you'll be erect, the four or five months in the cage, worth it? If she keeps stroking you until you cum, it might be, given how long it's been since she's done this.

"Hmmmmm," you moan, sucking the gag harder.

She smiles at you, slows her hands ever so slightly, walking you back from the edge but not stopping, keeping you erect. "Stop?" she asks.

"Nnnnnnn," you say, still sucking. You see the clock, seven minutes, know it's more than half the year in the cage.

"I'll stop any time you want, sissy, just say...well...moan the word." She keeps rubbing, keeping you just from the edge. You're too aroused to beg her to stop, too focused on the elusive orgasm. You see the clock again, eight...nine...ten...

As the clock hits twelve minutes, a year in chastity, she quickens her pace and you suck harder and then...as you're almost there...

She stops. "Nnnnnn," you moan through the cock gag, moan because you were so close. And then you start leaking, dribbles of cum down your clitty, as your weak, ruined orgasm begins. Leaking cum, a physical orgasm, with none of the mental thrill, none of the mental satisfaction. You're as horny as ever, as frustrated as ever.

She scoops up the cum as you finish, pools it in her hand. With her free hand, she undoes the cock gag, coats it with your warm cum, places it back in your mouth. Still on edge, you suck it, lick and swallow your own cum, shamed as you do.

Focusing on the cock gag and your own cum, you don't see her take the small chastity cage from her drawer, don't realize what she's doing until it's almost locked.

"Twelve minutes," she says, "guess we'll be saying goodbye to this until next year."

Tuesday, June 22, 2021

 


You come home, see your wife bent over a chair, wearing just a bra, pantyhose, and heels. "H...honey?" you stammer, shocked to see her posed like this.

She says nothing, just points to the card on the bed. You open, it's a "Happy Anniversary" card, but it's not your wife's feminine handwriting inside, instead the harsh printing of a man.

"I understand it's your tenth wedding anniversary today," it reads, "so I'm giving you the gift of your wife tonight. You may do anything you want to her, sexually, anything...."

You look at your wife, shocked, feel your penis immediately swell in your chastity cage, the cage that hasn't been unlocked in six months, since she met him. You look at her mouth, picture it wrapped around your hard penis, look at her pussy, try to remember how good it feels wet and warm.

She sees your face, knows what the card says, waits. "T...turn the card over," she whispers.

"With two conditions," the writing continues. "First, your chastity cage stays on. Second, her pantyhose stay on and may not be ripped, torn, or damaged in any way. Happy Anniversary!"

"H...honey," you stammer.

"Please," she whispers, "please come here and start with your mouth."



 


Keep a sissy caged long enough (really longer than just a couple of months) and she'll become a perfect pussy licking machine. She'll have abandoned all hope of being unlocked, abandoned any realistic expectation of ever having a male orgasm again, but she'll be so horny, anything sexual will drive her wild, drive her to the edge of sexual frenzy.

Why, just the mere sight of your pantyhose covered body brings her to the edge of the orgasm she'll never have. A simple command like, "kiss my pussy but no hand or tongue," will have her on the verge of tears she'll feel so lucky to have the intimacy with you.



Your wife looks at you, crosses her arms, that smirk on her face. "For someone who insists on being straight, you sure looked eager sucking his cock."

"I...I wasn't," you answer, looking down.

"So didn't you hear me when I said you could stop? Because I wasn't going to make you finish him, but there you were, greedily sucking his cock until he came, and there you were, swallowing every drop."

Monday, June 21, 2021

 


Your wife is on the bed, wearing just a black bra and panties, looking at you, glaring at you.

"Do you get blowjobs anymore?" she asks.

"N...no, Ma'am, I...I give blowjobs," you say, softly.

"Do you fuck woman anymore?" she asks, looking at you with her big eyes.

"N...no, Ma'am, I...I get fucked...by...by men."

"Does that little thing grow anymore?"

"No, Ma'am," you say, "I...I'm soft and limp, like a girl."

"Do you fantasize about pussy anymore?" she teases.

"No, Ma'am, I...I fantasize about cock," you say, knowing that's what she wants to hear but knowing that's what you do, as well.

"Do you cum?" she asks.

"No, Ma'am, I...I eat cum."

She looks over at the man sitting quietly on the chair, watching the two of you. He nods, satisfied, reaches for his belt and undoes his pants.

"Crawl to him," she says, "crawl to him and show him."

You lean down, on your hand and knees now, feel the garter straps tug at your stockings. You turn, crawl towards him, stop in front of him, reach into his pants and pull our his still soft cock. Even like this, he's bigger than you, thicker than you, longer than you. 

You feel it stir in your hand, lean over, know she's watching. She told you she wants to see him grow in your mouth so you take his still soft cock between your lips, dance your tongue around the tip, feel him start to swell and stiffen.

Whatever you were, whatever you used to be, you are no longer. Now, you're her sissy cock sucker, her sissy faggot, your role to fluff her lover, clean up after.






It isn't really punishment when she orders you to stand this way against the wall while she has tea with her friends, it's more a demonstrate, a proof of concept, to show her friends that life married to a weak, beta doesn't have to be boring.

After several minutes, the questions all come at once:

"How long does he wear that thing?"

"How often does he dress like a girl?"

"How do you have sex?"

"Is he happy?"

Finally, your wife holds up her hand, "ladies, ladies," she laughs, "one at time, please. Let's see, she...I call her she...wears it full time, 24/7. We take it off once a month to wash her thoroughly, but that's it. Oh, and only after submerging it in an ice bath to keep it soft."

"So he...sorry...she...she never gets...you know?" one friend asks.

"An erection? Heavens no," your wife laughs. "She hasn't had one of those for...how long has it been, Sophie?"

You swallow, face red. "Two...two years, Mistress."

"How often does...er...she dress like this?"

Your wife smiles, though you can't see her. "Full time at home, lingerie under her clothes always."

"So...forgive me, Janice, so no sex?"

"Heavens no, Angie," your wife says. "Both I and we have a very active sex life. Sophia here is quite skilled with her tongue...I'm happy to let her demonstrate on any of you who wish..."

Her friends all laugh nervously, but you know at least one or two will take your wife up on her offer. "Don't you miss...you know," one friend asks.

"Cock?" your wife laughs. "No...I mean, I would...but I have a boyfriend for that."

"A boyfriend?" several asked at once. "He...she...she doesn't mind?"

"Mind? Judging by the way she begs to lick me clean when I get home from a date, no...no I don't think she minds."



 

 


Remember high school gym, where the jocks teased you in the shower for having the smallest penis?

Remember the first time you were naked with a woman, when she what you had between your legs and suddenly remembered she was late for work?

Remember the first time you had sex with a woman, when she said, "is it in yet, I can't feel it?" and you came inside of ten seconds?

Remember rushing that frat in college and they lined all the pledges up naked and you got an erection? Only you were smaller, hard, than anyone else was soft.

But remember the first time you were feminized with a man and you tried to hide it from him and he smiled, moved your hand away, and said, "don't be ashamed, little girl, you're a sissy, it's supposed to be small and soft."

Thursday, June 17, 2021

 


Honey, don't think of it as a year in chastity, obsessing over what you're missing for the year.

Instead, think of it as a year of freedom. 

Freedom from worrying about things men worry about.

Freedom to explore your sexuality.

Freedom from trying to be the man of the house.

Freedom from the pressures of life.

 


The longer a sissy's kept in chastity with prolonged orgasm denial, the more at risk she is for leaking; it's almost unavoidable.

Of course, a sissy should drip on herself, even if she can't help it; it's unacceptable.

In this situation, a mistress should consider stimulating her prostate to induce a non-orgasmic discharge.

Some women may be tempted to free her and let her take care of herself. But at this level of feminization, all discharges should be hands free and her clit should be flaccid and locked permanently.


Two years ago, you slept in the master bedroom with your wife, a large, airy room, with big windows overlooking a river. The was tastefully decorated, a large bed, a sitting area...

Then she met Michael. At first, nothing changed, when she dated him, you'd wait in the master bedroom for her to come home, but you were still the "man of the house" as it were.

But the first time he visited, he spent the night, and you were sent to the guestroom. Also large, and well decorated.

Within a few months, though, Michael had your wife set up a room in the attic, the old's maid's room. This room was small, sparely decorated, spartan, utilitarian. 

That's your room now. A tiny closet which holds your maid's uniforms. A small dresser with your lingerie. The rest of your possessions packed away, unneeded. 

No more iPhone, no more television, no more expensive toys, no more male clothing.

Everything a sissy maid is here. Everything.


 


It's a common misunderstanding, she doesn't make you wear a chastity cage out of cruelty, quite the opposite, she makes you wear the cage because she loves you.

She knows leaving a sissy uncaged leads to misery, for an uncaged sissy has hope she may get to use her sissy clitty as a sex organ, and hope inevitably leads to disappointment, the guilt a sissy has when, once again, she can't please a woman as a male.

So she caged you because she loves you, because she wants to spare you from the hope, the disappointment, and the guilt. She wants to leave you in a state of permanent arousal, knowing that's a healthy cycle, arousal leads to increased feelings of feminization, happiness accepting of your role. 

So don't pity the caged sissy, instead rejoice for her as the weeks turn into months, the months into years.



Tuesday, June 15, 2021


"Oh god, you're nervous, aren't you," your wife asks, seeming to realize for the first time that you've been a bundle of nerves for the last two hours.

"Yes, I'm nervous, I...I mean...this isn't something...something a husband is supposed to do," you say.

"Honey, we talked about this. Every cuckold gets nervous the first time he's going to take another man's cock in his mouth, it's perfectly natural. After a few minutes, you'll enjoy it, trust me."

"But I...I'm not...

"Gay? Are we doing this again? I already told you how you don’t need to worry about your sexuality."

"H...hon..."

"Sweetie, being a good cuckold isn't about whether your gay or bisexual, that's not important to me or to him. Being a good cuckold is about making me happy...which you can do by getting on your knees and wrapping your lips wrapped around my lover's cock."

"But...

"Just do it like we practiced. And for god's sake, remember to look him in the eyes."

"Honey..."

"You need to show him, with your eyes, how much you love having his cock in your mouth, how much you love getting him hard and excited so he can fuck me. You need to show him that sucking his cock is the most important thing in your life at that moment."

"What...what if he...you know..."

She laughed. "Cums? Well you better not make him cum cause I want to fuck him. But if he does, well, you swallow as fast as you fucking can, love, you swallow as fast as you can. Listen, just be the best cocksucker you can, okay, just be the best cocksucker you can."

 


"Was...was that the garage door?" you ask your wife, pulling at the bonds holding you to the table, "someone...someone's here."

"Anthony," she says softly, her lover's name.

"An...Anthony?" you stammer.

"Anthony," she confirms, rubbing the dildo along your neck. "I told him."

"T...told him what?" you ask, swallowing.

"I told him you learned to cum like a girl," she said, moving the dildo to your lips. "Learned to cum like a girl, giving this a long, sloppy blowjob to my dildo before taking it in your pussy ass and cumming over and over. I want to show him."

"You're not," you said.

"I most certainly am," she whispered.

"You...you're going to use that on me with him watching?" you asked, processing.

"Watch? Heaven's no, love, he's not going to watch, he's going to participate."

"Par...participate? Like...use that on me?" you moaned.

"No, love, not this, he's not using a dildo, he's going to use that long, thick, hard cock of his."

"But...but I..."

"I told you months ago, once you learned how to cum like a girl, you were never cumming like a boy again. Never, ever, again."



Sunday, June 13, 2021

 


Your wife noticed every time she suggests watching porn, you pick something that prominently 
features lingerie clad women on their knees, sucking cock. 

Since that isn't something she does to you, she begins to wonder, do your porn selections indicate some deeper insight?

So she does a little experiment next time the two of you are watching porn in bed, teasing you with her hand until you're hard, ready to burst.

When the scene goes to a woman on her knees, she whispers in your ear, "My god, that's hot, isn't it?"

"Yes," you moan, watching, enjoying her hand, so close to the edge.

"She's on her knees, so pretty for her man, slowly taking his cock in her mouth."

"Oh, god," you moan, shocked at your wife's dirty talk, not caring.

"Long, thick, hard cock slipping between her lips."

"Yes," you whisper, "yes."

"You're fantasizing about it, aren't you?"

"Yes, yes," you say.

"Wondering what it would feel like the first time..."

"Yes," you moan, willing her to go down on you.

"Nervous, scared, eager..."

"Please," you beg.

"That's what you want, isn't it?"

"Yes," you gasp, "yes," thinking other things as well.

"Tasting cock for the first time," she says.

"Yes," you agree, lost in fantasy, barely realizing what you're saying.

"Feeling his cock in your mouth, hard, pulsating."

"Yes...oh god, yes..." She's rubbing you, bringing you closer, you're lost, drifting.

"Sucking him, knowing I'm watching, realizing my husband is a little gay."

Part of your brain realizes what she just said, part doesn't care...

"Sucking him, giving your first blowjob, the first of many..."

You explode, you can't help it, explode all over as she smiles and smiles. 

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.