…it's Just That I'm Kept Chaste Most Of The Time In A Rather Small Steel Cage, Which Is Definitely

I stared at the receptionist’s plump tits and smooth thighs, as I waited for her to look up my account. I was feeling the restraint of my cage. All the women who worked at the clinic were smoking hot, knew it, and showed it off. This woman was no different. I had been an associate or patient you might say of the chastity clinic for years. Though I had never seen this particular woman here before. I had sent my chastity keys in for their chastity clinic. It was a three month lockup of your keys. You were giving them up for the whole three months. No questions asked. It had actually been closer to four months when I went to get mine back. I was already dreaming about jerking off to this woman when I got home. Like I said her smooth thighs sticking out of a short skirt. Plump breasts bulging in a tight top. Combined with four months of pent up sexual frustration and horniness. I was ready to blow load after load to thoughts of this woman. I was starting to really want to stick my hard cock in her warm wet holes. When she said…

“I don’t know how to tell you this. We have no record of ever having your chastity keys. Are you sure you sent them to us?”

Then she looked a little deeper. Saying…

“If you aren’t in the three month program you won’t show up. Let’s see if you are in our system elsewhere. Oh yep! There you are! You are on the three year plan. You can come back in a little over two and a half years and we’ll get them shipped out to you!”

I was shocked. I didn’t, how, why? She had said come back in two and a half years so nonchalant. Like it was no big deal my cock was in a cage. I plead with her about how horny I was. I couldn’t go two and a half more weeks. Nevermind years! I begged and begged. She assured me that even if I were due to get my keys back. I wouldn’t be getting them today anyway. As they don’t keep them there, and they’d have to be shipped.

Watching her with him, your cuckold brain spinning with jealousy and strife. She’s absolutely fawning over him. She clearly adores him, clearly, she’s in love with him.

You remember her telling you about him when you had “the talk”. When she told you she met someone. How pathetic you felt when you responded by asking her what she meant by that, and how sick you felt when she answered by telling you she’d been seeing another man, for quite some time, and things were “getting serious” between them. You remember how she laughed when you remarked that you had no idea, how she called clueless and inept, and how when you meekly asked if she planned to stop seeing him, she flatly said no. She went on to explain that at the time she married you, she was overweight and felt unattractive, she thought you were kind, and sweet and funny and would make a good, faithful, dutiful husband, so she agreed to marry you, thinking you were the best she could hope for. But then she began hitting the gym, getting in shape, losing weight, and feeling really good about herself, gaining confidence and becoming more outgoing. She met him at the gym- they became workout buddies, and though she had no intent on cheating on you, she acknowledged he was extremely attractive, and was flattered by his flirting. She enjoyed his wit and playfulness, and over time, he became more and more assertive, openly flirting with her and even asking her out in dates. She told him she was married, but he didn’t care at all, just kept persisting, until one day she agreed to go for a cup of coffee with him. “Just coffee-“ she told him, feeling like it was harmless and would get him off her back. It didn’t.

She sat down at the coffee shop as he went for their drinks. He brought them over, and reaching around from behind her, set them on the table. As he did, he leaned up against her and whispered in her ear “I’m going to have you. You know it. I know it. So I want you to stop resisting me and give in. Give yourself to me now, today, and I promise you’ll have the best, most life altering orgasm you’ve ever had in your life.” As he said these things, he kissed and licked her ear, and caressed her shoulders, upper arms, and the sides of her breasts. She was melting. She let him take her hand and walk her to his car. They never even touched their coffees.

By the time sh finished telling you all this, you were heartbroken and had an embarrassing erection. You felt betrayed and turned on at the same time. And through your frazzled brain, all you could think to ask was if she was happy. She smiled at you then, a smile filled with pity, and said “oh honey, yes, I’m happier than I’ve ever been. He makes me feel things I’ve never felt before, he makes me cum so hard, I realized I’ve never really had an orgasm before him, and I feel so safe and protected with him…he’s so much more man than I ever thought I could have, so strong and confident… so yes, I’m so happy, and so deeply in love with him. I am sorry, but I hope you can understand?”

All you could do was bow your head. You always wanted her to be happy, above all else, and seeing her describe him and talk about him this way, you knew you wouldn’t deny her such happiness, even if you could. “It’s okay,” you said softly, defeated, “I just want you to be happy… I’ll sign whatever you want and of course, you can have everything…” you conceded.

“Oh honey, you’re the best! I just knew you’d understand!” she said smiling, “but I don’t want a divorce… you’re a great husband and my best friend. Can we please stay married?”

You looked at her, confused, and she explained “We wouldn’t have sex anymore, but, I mean, we hardly did that anymore anyway. We would just stay married and stay best friends. I’ve already asked him to move in, and he’s okay with it, as long as you move into the basement guest room. You’d do that for me, wouldn’t you friend?”

Of course you would, and you did. It still hurts when you see them together. You still feel jealous. You still feel the pain of losing the best thing that ever happened to you. But you always knew she was out of your league, you always knew you weren’t man enough for her, and you also knew you were lucky to get to stay with her as her friend zoned cuckold husband.

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Hat schon mal irgendjemand die Erfahrung gemacht, jemanden (vielleicht sogar erstmalig) in einen Keuschheitskäfig zu sperren, während er schläft? Oder bist du schon mal ungeplant in einem Keuschheitskäfig aufgewacht, ohne das anziehen mitzubekommen?

He’s got on interest in even trying chastity? I feel a little rejected. I’ll wait until he’s asleep to slip it on him.

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And take off our panties...

As her cuckold with a crossdress fetish, you have other responsibilities, even if you once thought you could satisfy a woman. Your own fantasies have turned you into what you've always been: a beta, a cuckold who lovingly watches real men enjoy sex with your wife. These men also manage to give her feelings you couldn't awaken in her. Over the years, she's always triggered you to come faster, and now you're out of your league. You've been given a position you've always wanted deep down, one she'll probably never be able to let you out of, and probably never will.

I've become my wife's cuckold, and I see how she's beginning to see a passionate hotwife. It just takes a bit of practice, and then it will definitely deepen a lot; we're on the right track. Be careful what you wish for, but it is as it should be, and it's good the way it is now… I love her the way she is now.

These are about the right proportions for any couple. That’s why, if you’re a short wimpy male, women have no interest in you (except as a “friend” or a simp), and why you belong with men, not women. Once you accept that, you’ll see that feminizing is the only way forward for you, unless you’re content with masturbation for the rest of your pathetic life…