Hi everyone, spending a day at home doing some work work, some housework, and updating you on how things are going in my chaste, female-led marriage.
The biggest news is that I have a new chastity device. Over time, whether through physiological changes or just my comfort zone changing, my penis has not been coming close to filling out my pink Holy Trainer, which has a standard size tube. As a result, I have switched to a short-tube HT in white. I first saw the white on a drop-dead gorgeous Tumblr cutie whose handle escapes me at the moment. This new one is lower profile, and we both like the white color. I’m on the smallest available ring as well.
It does kind of bother me that I fit so much better in an item designed specifically for smaller penises, but it fits perfectly, so yeah, I guess I have objective, independent confirmation that my penis is short and narrow. I’m a millenial and I grew up not using gang showers or open locker rooms, so I always had no real sense of how big I am relative to my real-life (non-porn) peer group. And now apparently I have an answer.
My wife has enjoyed continued professional success, despite the stresses that has caused. I recently moved to a new job at my current employer, making more money while retaining the ability to take time of whenever necessary to take care of things.
One difference between an egalitarian marriage and ours is that, despite my subservient status, I feel a tremendous amount of responsibility. It’s not our fault if the house is a mess, dishes dirty, laundry undone, things scattered, floors gross. It’s my fault, and no one else’s. Not particularly sexy, but definitely something I’m experiencing this summer.
We have continued to explore feminization together. The picture above represents the headspace I’ve been trying to achieve more frequently this year! My wife has helped me build a little collection of yoga tights, cute and bright workout tops, snug jeans, pleather stretch pants, sweaters, blouses, and more underwear–adding shapewear to my panties has helped my figure and my mindset. It has been much easier to keep up my yoga habit with fun tights and tops. I’m only going to be dressed (outwardly) around the house, though. I’m not an exhibitionist and I’m not going to pass as female without some miracles. I’m still trying to convince her to take me to lululemon, but for now the cheap stuff is my lot.
The feminization continues to be in good fun. There is no sissifycation. (Side note, in early high school I did have several sexual encounters with my best friend, about which I did tell my wife many years ago [after much wine]. She has shown no interest in having other people enter our sex lives–no cuckolding, no hotwifery, no causal cock-sucking for me. This is where I’d like to keep the feminization, but I’ve gotten some questions via email (at email@example.com) about how intense this is. It’s purely a diversion from suburban monotony.
My wife continues sexually dominating me–this is the main event, not a diversion. Her evil means of allowing me to achieve orgasm, the vibrator over taped-up genitals within panties, was used a second time, only this time she had me wear one of her maxi pads in my panties, to further dampen the sensation on my genitals. She cradled me just the same as before, with a breast near enough to suck on when I wanted, speaking firmly but empathetically to me.
This voice is one she’s developed only recently. Her tone of voice is of genuine care, calmness, and peace. It’s a soft, almost cooing sound. Her words are firm, fair, honest, and true, but also difficult to accept. I don’t really remember the exact language, but they were things along the lines of:
“I could make you do this yourself. I’m doing this because I love you.”
“Don’t rush, this was two months in the making. Get as much enjoyment out of this as possible, because who knows when this will happen again?”
“You should know that I would be a happier person if I took this vibrator away. You’d be more obedient and submissive than ever. Your orgasm is a gift from me to you.”
It was a quaking, whole-body orgasm, but one that I distinctly recall feeling only “skin deep.” When the shaking had stopped, I didn’t feel spent the way I did back when we had penetrative sex. I felt almost like I was buzzing–and I had a very short refactory period. I stupidly told my wife this, so I suspect very low stimulation over a very long time has proven successful in her book.
Writing this post has made my cock reach the end of the tube of my new Holy Trainer, a sensation I’d not felt in a year or so. I’m also running short on time, so this will be one of my shorter and less-edited posts.
For the rest of the summer and early fall, I’m hoping my wife’s string of successes leads to a new phase in her career, which she has been planning for quite some time. I’ll be taking on new responsibilities but will have more telecommute time and hopefully therefore more time to blog as well!
Thanks to all who have commented and/or emailed over the past few months. Get in touch anytime!