CHASTITY & FEMINIZATION PRODUCT TESTERCHASTITY & FEMINIZATION PRODUCT TESTER “But I’m only going to be out of work for two weeks during thereorganization,” I told my wife Annie. “And they’re still paying me. SoI won’t really be…””Dear,” she cut me off. “I don’t like the idea of you being idle.Remember what happened when I was away at my sister’s? For only twodays?””Honey, nothing happened. You know Tess next door is kind of… anympho. She thinks every guy wants to jump into bed with her. All I didwas talk to her, and it was a conversation that she started.””While she was wearing one of her tiny bikinis. With those mammothhooters nearly uncovered. And you didn’t stare? Not even a little bit?””Well, I mean… sort of.””All right. So we have two problems. You’re out of work and you like toogle busty bimbos.””Except that… I mean it’s only…””This discussion is over. I’ve already made the arrangements for afill-in job, and a representative of the company is coming over soon. Infact, she should be here in about an hour. You go and take a shower andput on some clean underwear.””Why… why do I need to do that?””Darling, you never know when someone might get to see what you’rewearing under your slacks. Right?”This was getting stranger and stranger, so I just agreed with her, notwanting to get her angry. I didn’t even know what kind of work I wouldbe doing. I sighed, a bit theatrically I suppose, and left the room.Soon I had gotten my shower and, as instructed, put on fresh boxers. Ipicked out nice slacks and a polo shirt, dark socks and my favoriteloafers.Soon the doorbell rang. My wife had me answer it and I was confrontedwith a very pretty young lady. She reminded me of Annie, with her trimfigure but somewhat large bust, her sweet face, and pixie haircut. Ihesitated, thrown off balance by how striking she was. My wife must havegotten right behind me because I suddenly felt her hand on my shoulder.She gently moved me aside.”Sorry,” Annie apologized. “But my husband is a bit of a womanizer. Hecan’t keep his eyes off you.””I noticed. I’m Trish. We spoke on the phone.””Yes. Thanks for coming so soon. This is the perfect solution for myRichie.”I could only stand there and try to keep up. It was all moving too fast.”The thing is,” Annie went on, “you’re my last hope. If he doesn’t agreeto this…” She gave me a sympathetic look. “I’m going to have to cuthim off from all sex.”What? I was stunned. Trish held up two sample cases she was carryingand said, “I’m sure the answers to all his problems are in here. Whydon’t we get started?”I was still taking in the idea of being cut off from sex with mydesirable wife. I’m the kind of guy who needs it several times a week.If I don’t get it, then it becomes all I can think about. Granted, onceI’m in bed I don’t last too long. But then two days later, if notsooner, I’m ready to go again.The women sat on our couch in the living room with the cases between themand Trish opened one up. I started toward a chair but my wife told me Ishould stand in front of them. Feeling insecure, I did as she said.Inside the case was a selection of short tubes, cages and other curiousdevices. I didn’t know what to make of them.Trish looked up at me and said, “Let’s get one of these on you.” Herhand drifted back and forth over them before she settled on one. It wasa plastic tube with one end closed by a convex section, with a smallopening in its tip. There was a second piece, a ring of some sort. Icould see that they would fit together but still didn’t understand whatthey were for. At the same time I was eyeing those, I couldn’t helpstaring at her cleavage, which was enticingly displayed by the low cuttop she wore. She gave me a sweet smile and said, “My, you really DOlike to gawk at the girls. Like the two girls in my bra.” She turned tomy wife and said, “He is definitely a candidate for these products.Having him test them, as a freelancer, will enable you to select theperfect one for him.”Annie nodded and told her, “Frankly, it will be a relief for me to havehim using one of those.” Then she looked up at me and said, “Drop yourpants, darling. And the shorts.”I went into mild shock. What was she saying? At the same time, however,my fingers went to my belt and opened it. I unfastened the top of myslacks and lowered the zipper. Her words about denying me sex keptreplaying in my mind. That would be unthinkable. I would have tocooperate until this got sorted out, and then everything would be normalagain. I let my pants fall and looked back and forth from one of thewomen to the other. They weren’t upset. This was what they wanted.Feeling disoriented, I began to lower my shorts. When they slid down tomy ankles to join the pants, both females smiled at me.Trish produced a tube of cream and a pair of rubber gloves from the case,offering them to my bride and asking her, “Would you like to do thehonors?”She grinned and said, “Richie would probably prefer that you do it, but Idon’t want to get him overheated.”All at once she was donning the thin gloves, then applying a generousamount of white cream over the fingers of one. She spread it on mycrotch, covering the pubic hair, and also used it on my scrotum and thebase of my penis. I was too nervous to get a complete erection, but didbecome halfway hard. That was doubly embarrassing. It suggested that Iwasn’t capable of a full response, but that I lacked self control. Ifelt my cheeks getting hot. The women chatted about Trish’s drive to ourhome and if she had encountered any problems finding us. They acted asif I wasn’t present. After several minutes of them complimenting eachother’s outfits and similar girl talk, our visitor glanced at her watchand said it had almost been long enough. For what?Annie’s voice was firm when she told me to remove my shoes and get therest of the way out of my pants and shorts. Numbly, I obeyed. Then sheordered me — it wasn’t a request — to go to the kitchen and fetch afreezer pack. Half naked, I was in no state to stand there and askquestions, so I hurried out, aware that I was showing my bottom to them,and returned with the icy cold plastic box. I had to stand where I hadbeen before while my wife used a handful of tissues to wipe away all thatcream. To my dismay I saw that my pubic hair came off too. She casuallytossed the evidence of my manhood into a trash can.”Next,” Trish told me, “you can press that freezer pack against yourdisobedient dick.”I looked down at my half-stiff member and did what I had been told to.At least I was getting to cover myself, however slightly. In seconds myarousal had faded and my penis shrank to it’s smallest possibledimensions. That was when Trish brushed my hand aside, took the ring,and snapped it around the base of my flaccid organ and my testicles. Shefollowed with the tube, which encased my shrunken manhood completely.The two parts fit neatly together, as I had guessed. But what I hadn’tseen coming was that she took a padlock from the box and put its Uthrough aligned openings in the two parts of the device. She turned toAnnie and asked her if she would like to be the one to lock it. Before Icould react, my cheerful wife reached over and deftly clicked the lockshut.In a daze, I stood there, my maleness trapped in that too small tube.Trish suggested to Annie that she test it. My wife told me to take twosteps back, which I did. She stood and pulled up the front of my shirt,then put her hands on my nipples, which have always been very sensitiveto touch. I gasped as a current of sexual electricity ran through me,straight to my genitals. But instead of being able to get large, mypenis strained futilely against the confines of that damned tube. Myballs drew up tight and I felt ready for release, but there was no way toachieve that.Annie took my face between her soft hands and kissed me tenderly. Herfingertips toyed with my ears. She whispered sensually, “I’m SO glad youagreed to this test, Richie. I’m sure the next few weeks are going to bevery educational for both of us.” She kissed me again, shoving hertongue into my mouth and using it to add to my stimulation. I was halfcrazy from need, and it had only been a minute. I had to get out of thatthing. I needed to be in the bedroom, with my bride, right away.My voice trembled as I said, “Please, Annie. You have to unlock me.””I can’t, baby boy.””Wh… why?””Because Trish has the key.”Pleading with my eyes, I begged the other woman, “Please, give her thekey.””Oh, I will. I’m going to mail it to her. After your trial period isover.”A chill ran through Karabağlar Escort me and I asked, in a small voice, “When will thatbe?””Four weeks.””But I’m starting my new job in two weeks. Can’t I be unlocked then?””No,” my wife interjected. “I agreed to a full month and I’m sure youwouldn’t want me to go back on my word. Plus, this way you don’t have toworry about me cutting you off from sex.””While I’m like this,” I pointed out, “I can’t have sex.””No, but I can. You can do — other things — for me. And that’ll bepart of the test. Trish and her people want practical information abouthow a husband reacts when he’s locked, especially if his wife gives himplenty of teasing. You know, like I was just doing for you.””I… That’ll have me climbing the walls.””Don’t worry. You’ll be burning up that excess energy by pleasing me inbed. I have so many fun ideas. You know how I was always asking you touse your mouth on me? Between my legs? Because you finish too soon andleave me unsatisfied? Well, this will give you a chance to learn how todo that. And to learn other ways to show your new devotion to providingme with pleasure. We’ll both be able to give Trish’s group thetestimonials they’re seeking.”My eyes blinked involuntarily. I was on the verge of weeping. My wifehugged me, her bust pressing against my bare chest, and said consolingly,”This could be the best thing that’s ever happened to us. I’m sureyou’ll get into the rhythm of it. In fact, I’m betting that this willmake a new man of you.”I didn’t like the sound of that but what could I do? The key wassomewhere else and we were dependent on Trish to send it to us.The company representative leaned forward to open the second case. Sheexplained, “My people also want to see how well our chastity productscombine with other items we offer to keep a man… focused.”Inside the case were items of lingerie, a wig, cosmetics, and a pair ofsexy shoes. All I could think of was that these were for my wife to use,to make her teasing of me even more effective. But then Trish handed mea pair of panties and said I should put them on. Huh? On… myself? Ilooked to my bride for help but she was just smirking at me. When Ididn’t do anything, Annie looked cross and told me firmly to do what Ihad been instructed to. Well, standing there half undressed, havingalready been exposed, my pubic hair gone, and my manhood put out ofcommission, I felt weak and vulnerable. So I stepped into one leg of thefilmy garment, which was pink and had a tiny bow on the front, neatlycentered, and then got my other foot in. As I pulled them slowly up mylegs the satiny material stroked my skin. Even that was turning me on.Like I mentioned, I’m almost always turned on… and need release.I stood there in the panties and my wife told me, rather imperiously Ithought, to get out of my shirt. I pulled it over my hear and dropped iton the floor. She scowled at me, made me pick it up, and had me set itneatly on the arm of the couch. Then I had to put myself in front of thewomen again. It was Annie who reached into the case now, lifting out asilky top, something a girl might wear in the bedroom, with spaghettistraps. It was peach colored and had a scoop neckline. Trish pointedout that, after that cream had been used on the rest of my body, I wouldlook even better in these items. Annie crossed her arms under her fullbust and looked impatient. I understood what she wanted and unhappilyput the top over my head and let it slide down my chest. Again, thetouch of feminine finery stimulated me, especially as it moved over myreceptive nipples. Unluckily for me, the top was very short and endedjust above my navel, so those embarrassing panties were still fully ondisplay.Annie decided that she wanted me denuded of hair right then, so shehanded me the tube and made me cover my thighs, underarms and lower armswith it, along with anywhere else she saw hair. Then she had me pull upthe nightie and hold it with my teeth, so I could cream my chest. Sheinsisted that I get plenty of the depilatory on my nipples, even thoughthere was no hair there, because she was amused to see how uncomfortableI was to have my sexual responses triggered. I moaned and involuntarilytwitched my hips. The women both chuckled at my inability to controlmyself. Trish said something about how extreme my reactions would beafter a few more days… or weeks.They had me kneel and turn up my face, then stay like that while theylooked over the selection of make-up. Then they went to work on myfeatures, plucking my eyebrows to thin them, putting blush on my cheeks,taking lots of time with my eyes, and finishing by outlining my lips,covering them with bright magenta lipstick, and adding a coat of cleargloss. The crowning touch was that wig I had spotted, which was blondlike my own hair, but a more golden shade. It fell to my shoulders, theends curling under. Above my eyes it was cut in perfectly straightbangs. I stood at their command and the shoes were set before me. Istepped gingerly into them, carefully balancing myself on theunaccustomed heels. They were only two inches high but as I took myfirst faltering steps, they might as well have been twice that.Annie and Trish made me saunter around while they giggled and instructedme to swing my hips, take small steps, and hold my arms out slightly tothe sides, with my hands hanging down. It was excruciatingly shamefulbut I had no alternative. The possibility of having my penis remainlocked was unthinkable. I stuck poses that they suggested, puckered mylips, and even toyed with my nipples through the sexy material of thenightie. Then they had me squat down in a duck-walk posture, with myhands behind my neck, and told me to stay like that. The two of thembegan to chat about the plans for me and what the company wanted stressedwith their ‘chastity product tester’. There was an emphasis on keepingme sexually frustrated, always having me at least partly feminized, andseeing how far I would go to prevent my time in that device from beingextended.Ex… tended? No, no, no. How could I stand even more days, maybe addedweeks, unable to gain relief? I wanted to object, to tell them howunfair it would be to prolong my time, but by then I was too overcome tospeak up for myself. Instead I just stayed there, my knees beginning tohurt, my lower back starting to protest, while they gabbed about what agood start they had made and how much fun it would be to push me to evergreater limits. Fun? Not for me. About a half hour later, when I wasgetting really sore all over, leg muscles burning, Annie snapped herfingers and gestured for me to rise. I straightened with difficulty,making an effort not to groan.They got up too and my wife wiggled her finger at me, signaling that Ishould follow them. I did, teetering on the heels, as they led me to thebedroom. Annie opened the closet door, on the inside of which was afull-length mirror. I gasped. Standing in front of me was a notunattractive female, with slightly exotic make-up and shimmering hair.In her panties, instead of my manly bulge, was the slight bump of thechastity tube, which was pointed straight down. I bit my lower lip andtasted cosmetics. I sniffled and shook my head. That couldn’t be me…but it was.My bride snapped, “Hey, no sulking. I didn’t work so hard to make youpretty, just to have you spoil it by being moody.” She went to thedresser and picked up her wooden hairbrush, telling me, “Put your handson the back of my vanity chair, Missy, and bend forward. Stick out thatcute panty-wearing butt.”Too scared to disobey, I did it, feeling even more foolish than before.She hefted the brush, took a few practice swings through the air, andaimed it at my bottom. I saw it all in the mirror. She appearedserious, though one corner of her mouth was slightly turned up inamusement. Trish just grinned. Annie swung hard and the flat of thebrush cracked against my barely covered, unprotected rump cheek. Iyelped loudly but didn’t let go of the chair. Without being told, I knewthat would cost me more punishment. More blows fell as she told me thatthis was what happened to ‘a bad girl’ when she ‘puts on a frown’ and’needs an attitude adjustment’.Annie wanted to know, “Are you going to be cheerier?” SMACK! “Will wesee lots of smiles?” SMACK! “Is my Richie going to be a happy littlelady?” SMACK!Of course, I couldn’t answer, not with the brush doing its work soeffectively. I kept trying to catch my breath and, at last, when shestopped, Karşıyaka Escort with my backside on fire, I nodded and said, my voice strainedand high, “Yes, dear. I’ll be all those things. I won’t… pout… oranything like that.””That’s better, Richie,” she said with smug satisfaction.”You know,” Trish offered, “it sounds ridiculous for you to call thispretty piece of fluff by that boy name. How about…” She pausedthoughtfully. “… Rachael? Renee?””Or Rosy. Yeah, I like Rosy.” She looked at me pointedly and said, “Andyou like it too. Don’t you… Rosy?”I bobbed my head up and down and whispered, not daring to use my malevoice or anything close to it, “Yes, dearest. I like that name verymuch. Thank you.” I even managed an uncertain smile.Trish said, “Fast learner. And you, Annie, are a natural with thathairbrush. I’ll bet it got you wet, smacking her fanny like that andseeing it get so red.””You know,” my wife took a steadying breath, “it certainly did. I thinkit’s time for my Rosy to get her first lesson in how to please a woman.” She looked at me greedily.Trish said, “Well than, I’d better get going. I’m sure you two have lotsof games to play.”Annie saw her to the door and then we were alone, me in that oh-so-girlystate, with my penis disabled and balls beginning to throb withdiscomfort. She returned and embraced me. I couldn’t keep myself fromwhimpering. It had already been more than 36 hours since we had sex. Iwas nearly at my limit. How was I supposed to last for another month?Or more? Especially if she kept arousing me? And did she really expectme to use my mouth on her? That way? And what other plans did she have?Annie took me by the hand and led me toward our bed. I went meekly,navigating the short distance with tiny steps, automatically wagging mybehind.Once we got there she told me to primp up my hair and then undress her.I fussed with the wig, which had gotten slightly mussed during myspanking. Then I faced my wife. My fingers trembled as I got her out ofher top and then the bra. Her shapely breasts sprang free and my heartjumped. I have always been intoxicated by her bust. She had me touchthem, play with her nipples, and then suck them. That was something Ihad always enjoyed, but now it just added to my flustered state. Myballs continued to hurt. My sitter still burned. She laughed at me andmade me kneel to remove her skirt. I got rid of that, folding it neatlyand setting it on the vanity chair, and her panties followed. Annie mademe take another long look at myself in the mirror. At the sight of mypink hairless skin, seductive face, heels and panties, I quivered withmortification and hugged myself. That last action made me look even morehelplessly feminine. Then I had to face her again. She was soimpossibly sexy, standing there with her hands on her shapely hips, asmug expression on her pretty face.My wife turned away from me and angled herself forward slightly,thrusting back her wide hips, telling me, “Kiss my ass, Rosy. To show mehow dedicated you’re going to be to my needs.”I did it and she liked it so much that she had me pressing my lipsagainst both her smooth cheeks for the next several minutes. At last sheallowed me to stop, but it was only so she could lie on her back on thebed and spread her legs invitingly. Except that she wasn’t inviting meto get into the missionary position and penetrate her. Not with thatchastity tube snugly encasing my unlucky penis. Annie pointed toward thejuncture of her thighs. She was letting me know it was time for my firstlesson in… pussy eating. I got on the bed on my knees, the pantieshugging my sore buttocks, and kissed my way up her thighs, trying todelay the inevitable. I wanted to make a plea for clemency but couldthink of no argument that she couldn’t easily squelch. So I began topress my prettied-up lips to her lightly furred mound and then proceededto the main act.She was thrilled and noisily demonstrated just how much she was enjoyingherself. Annie called me Rosy as she gave a few instructions, but mostlyjust cautioned me to slow down, warning that if I rushed her there wouldbe dire consequences. The heat in my backside spoke more eloquently thanher words. I kept my licking unhurried. Hating every second of it, Inevertheless kept it up until she had a quaking orgasm. I thought it wasover but, after half a minute, she demanded that I start again, tellingme to be very gentle. I gave her a second climax and then a third,before she relented and, thoroughly satisfied, permitted me to stop.To my surprise, she said I should get into position for regular sex. Itturned out that she simply wanted a session of playing with my veryreceptive nipples through the top, while she told me how much fun it wasgoing to be for her to keep me on this program, looking so sweet, alwayshungry for sex that I couldn’t have, and not knowing if she would make mestay locked even longer. After I had been wildly overstimulated sheceased, but by then I could think of nothing but the release I had beendenied. My bride pointed out that I had been selfish in neglecting herorgasms, and now the tables were turned. I had to admit that she wasright. With my endless appetite for intercourse I had thought almostexclusively about myself. She told me to behave and be her cooperativebed slave, if I didn’t want my situation to get worse. Much worse.******I got through those four weeks but by the end I was half out of my mind. Annie kept me dressed in erotic female outfits, my skin hairless, pink,and velvety smooth. My wife bought me two more wigs. One was very longand black, parted in the middle. The other was shoulder length, withspringy red curls that bounced when I walked. By trading the hairpiecesaround and altering my make-up, she could give me a new identity everytime. It was confusing and, worse, made me feel like I was losing touchwith my male self. Annie kept me powdered and perfumed. She restrictedhow much I could say (not much) and what I could say (approving ofwhatever she made me do or did to me). My wife insisted on having mymouth on her pussy about every other night. Ironically, it was my formerschedule of wanting sex. There was also more of me kissing her bottom,but it soon went beyond just targeting her buttocks. She called it ‘assworship’ and it became her favorite form of foreplay.I started back to work as Rikki, a somewhat effeminate male. I had totell the bosses I was experimenting with my ‘deeper feelings’ aboutmyself. I was in a state of constant humiliation as everyone assumedthat I had become a flouncing sissy. Seeing all the female workersaround me was sheer torment. I was impossibly horny. A tight skirt orhigh hemline made me have to catch my breath. Because the femalesthought I wasn’t interested in them any longer, they were casual aroundme, not bothering to be excessively modest. They would bend over to getsomething or lean forward over my desk, always managing to show off theirbodies. They started to see me as a sort of equal and began to touch melightly on the shoulders, hold onto my arms, and even trust me enough todiscuss their love-lives. All of that, needless to say, added to mybottled up desire.Annie made a point to visit the office. Everyone knew she was my wifeand they were curious about the changes in me. She thanked my bosses forunderstanding my transition from Richie to Rikki. Then she chatted withsome of my female co-workers, telling them that I was reconsidering mysexual personality. The girls sympathized. She made sure the menoverheard, and they all looked avidly at her, with the idea that she wasno longer attached to me in a sexual way. Before she left, she made sureto say hello to all of them, being borderline flirtatious and saying thatmaybe she’s see them another time.At last the month was up and the key came in the mail. Instead of usingit, however, Annie put it on a thin gold chain around her neck, where Icould see it every time I looked at her tempting cleavage. She insistedthat she had to wait until Trish stopped to see us, which wouldn’t be foranother week. I started to plead my case but realized, even as I beganto speak in my wispy Rosy voice, that I could only make my situationworse. So I swallowed what was left of my pride and agreed to cooperate.She rewarded me with extra teasing that evening, which left me withterribly sore balls. Noting my discomfort, she had me put on a thongthat pulled my testicles up tightly against my body. Then she had me dona red and Kemalpaşa Escort black corset, which she laced up as tightly as she could.Maybe, she suggested, my aching balls were due to a circulation issue.Perhaps these tight garments would help. It was a foolish argument and Irealized that she was making it just to see if I would say anything. Iremained mute. Even thanked her for her concern. She gave me acontented smile that told me she was aware of her latest victory. I hadto stay in those restrictive items that evening as I worshiped her body,back and front, for an extended time. It was not comfortable.Finally Trish arrived, Friday night after dinner. I was wearing afishnet body stocking that highlighted my hairless, pink figure. My feetwere in three-inch, slutty heels, and I had on yet another new wig, thisone side-parted and falling over my shoulders in cascading platinumwaves.She told me with a smile, “That’s a good look for you, Rosy.”I blushed. All over.The two of them sat and chatted as if nothing odd was going on. As thechastity and feminization company’s representative, Trish wanted toinspect me. As shameful as that was, I readily accepted it, eager togain my freedom. I put myself in front of her unprotestingly. Theydiscussed my condition and Trish listened with interest. From time totime she handled my chastity, ran her fingertips over areas where I hadformerly possessed body hair, and lightly stroked my incredibly sensitivenipples. She said she was extremely glad Annie had volunteered me. Ispoke up, though my voice was choked. Hadn’t this been to earn us somemoney? They both giggled and pointed out that my wife had mainly wantedto keep me busy… and out of ‘girl trouble’. They agreed that there wasno longer any chance of me ogling or flirting with other women.”Though,” Trish pointed out, “some of them might want to steal Rosy fromyou and make her their own sex slave.”Trish went on to say that, as well as I had responded, she would love tokeep me on the program indefinitely. I nearly fainted as my wife quicklyagreed. When I squeaked a protest, unable to access my old male voice,and demanded the key Trish had sent, Annie said it wouldn’t help, as itwas just a dummy, not the one that would fit my lock. They didn’t wantme trying to free myself. I was crushed. Trish suggested that I atleast get some relief, since my next period of lock-up needed to be sixweeks, and I would be in an even less comfortable device. She producedthe real key and, my spirit broken, I stood there while she released me. Then she said that, to maintain the proper continuity in my program, Icouldn’t be pleasured by my wife. I would have to satisfy myself. Istarted to tell her that I would do it in the bathroom but she rejectedthat idea.If I wanted to ejaculate — and I was beyond desperate to accomplish that– I had to masturbate in front of them, into the palm of my hand. Trishacted very serious when she said she needed to observe all the details,like how long it took me and how much I produced. Feeling absolutelydisgraced, I still couldn’t say no. Then she made me toy with my nipplesand use some sweetly scented lotion she had brought to lubricate my erectmember. So I stood there, my dick sticking out through the wide mesh ofthe body stocking, and began to manipulate my slippery self. As thelotion warmed up its aroma grew stronger. With both of them watching me,however, I couldn’t get completely into the mood. It was so frustrating.My humiliation grew as I had to reach up and finger my nipples againthrough the open spaces in the fishnet. That pushed me toward the edge. While they watched eagerly I was able to shoot, launching hot cum into myother hand, the one with no lotion on it. As soon as my need had beenmet, to the background of the females chuckling, I was seized by freshshame and even guilt. They handed me tissues and I cleaned up as best asI could.Then, while I was still limp, Trish gave me a bottle of liquid and a softcloth to complete removing the lotion and spunk from my crotch and hands.After that was done she produced my new chastity device. This one had anextreme downward curve in it that would make attempted erections evenmore uncomfortable. I sniffled as I put it on myself and my bride lockedit. Then they had me model it for them while they barely suppressed theurge to laugh.In the weeks that followed, my wife made sure I understood how precariousmy situation was. It was her decision how long this would go on. Anniemade both my wardrobe and look even more outrageous. Sometimes I wasdressed as a maid, hooker, or even put into a kitten costume, completewith ears and a tail. She amused herself by speculating out loud whatsix months or a year of chastity and feminization would do to me. I wasalready feeling different, so those possibilities were genuinelyfrightening. My entire sex life revolved around devoting myself to mywife’s body and her orgasms. I had become obsessed with my oral duties,hating them but looking forward to them. Being teased became less of atorment and more of a reward. And I always anticipated the next of myjerk-off sessions, as she required me to call them. The second of thoseshe ruined by stopping me just as I began to ejaculate, so that I had aspoiled orgasm, dribbling cum into my waiting hand.The chastity device after that session was even worse than the bent tube.It was lined with short sharp points that hurt me every time I gotexcited. Annie never tired of flaunting her body and touching me,whispering lewd suggestions, and doing anything else that would cause meto try to erect and thus cause myself pain. At the same time shedeveloped a fondness for putting me into bondage gear. Imagine yourselffully feminized, in that torturous chastity tube, additionally with yourarms behind you encased in a leather sleeve, or with a posture collarforcing you to hold your head high, or maybe a corset lined with ridgesthat dig into your flesh, especially when you move. Or maybe all threeof those forms of bondage at the same time, which I experienced. Thatperiod of chastity was for ten weeks.The chastity device after that featured a wide mesh that, while it stillcontained my penis, allowed for it to press out between the strips, sothat she could touch it and let me half feel what I couldn’t have all theway. Ten long, senses-straining weeks. And she even managed to find newand more demeaning costumes for me to wear. Annie developed a fondnessfor dressing me as a ditzy, gum chewing girl, in tiny shorts and croppedtops, with a penchant for undersized, heart-shaped shoulder purses andpigtails (my own hair had gotten long enough) tied with long strands ofyarn in many bright colors. In that persona I was always being faultedfor having a bad attitude — the attitude that she insisted I displaywhen thus dressed — and being spanked because of it. My wife took tocalling me ‘Rosy with the rosy rump’.It has been nine months now. I was denied the most recent of my jerk-offsessions over some unfair pretext. I’m utterly under her control, withno way to change that. Disempowered. While I’m serving her in bed shetalks about making my chastity permanent, keeping me celibate and well-teased endlessly, just because it’s so gratifying for her. Andentertaining. That, of course, forces me to be even more dedicated toher, in the increasingly slim hope that I can prevent that terriblefuture. Imagine being kept in chastity by your sexy wife, having to be abedroom slave to her, and being teased constantly because it amuses herand makes you still more anxious to honor and obey. And having to lookand act like a sissy at work, while becoming an unwilling drag diva athome. Plus, she reminds you that your ordeal is supplying plenty ofuseful information for the chastity and feminization company. Which iswhy they continue to give her free samples of all their fun products,including the expanding bondage fashion line. So Trish can stop by andtake lots of photos of you wearing hobble skirts, arm binders, collarsand hoods, pictures that will go on the company’s web site to be viewedby their many customers, as well as curious browsers.And all the time you have trouble keeping track of which inventive femalerole your bride has cast you in for that evening. Are you the oversexednympho who is expected to lick her own fingers and then rub them over herstiff nipples? Or was that yesterday? Maybe now you’re the submissivelesbian who has to suggest nasty indignities and mistreatments that sheshould be subjected to. If you think up something wicked, your wifemakes you undergo it. If you don’t, she punishes you for not being acooperative little slut. You don’t even get any reprieve at your job,where you are, even more than before, snickered at by the men and treatedas one of the girls (if a somewhat slow-witted one) by the women.Picture yourself living my life. How would YOU feel about it?