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"Honey, what is this?" My husband looked up from the afternoon paper. His usual routine was to grab the paper, a beer, and sit down to wait for dinner when he came home from work. I was holding up a metal device I had found in a velvet bag at the back of our closet when I was cleaning it today. He didn't react overtly, but I saw his pupils dilate a bit. He didn't answer immediately, a clear sign to me that he was trying to figure out what to say. I had learned to read him pretty well even though we had only been married four years. Finally, he cleared his throat and answered. "Oh that just some toy I bought. It's' nothing really, don't worry about it." He looked back at his paper after he spoke, avoiding eye contact. I sensed immediately, that he was hiding something and didn't want to really tell me what it was. I knew better than to let him off this easy. "A toy? What kind of toy? And why was it stuck in the back of our closet?" He only glanced up quickly before holding the paper up higher, like a shield. I knew I was on to something now. He finally answered, but still hid his face. "Oh Samantha, it was just something I saw online and was curious about. It's a type of sex toy, but it didn't really work like I thought it might. So just forget it okay?" "Um, a sex toy, I would have never guessed it was for that. I mean it is just a bunch of metal rings, pieces, and a small lock. How does that work for a sex toy?" He put his paper down and took a quick slug of his beer. I knew he was stalling again, probably trying to decide if the truth was the best approach now or whether to just continue to try to deflect my questions. Coming to a decision he answered me. "Well it is supposed to be a chastity device. It fits around a man's penis and testicles and then is locked in place. The idea is to keep him from getting an erection. A device designed to extend foreplay and heighten the excitement of sex with his woman. But it didn't work at all like it was supposed to. So rather than show it to you, I put it in the back of the closet. I was a bit embarrassed that I fell for the idea to begin with. I mean I wanted to try something with you to enhance our lovemaking." "Oh Patrick, that is so sweet of you to think of me. I know we promised that we would always keep our sex life exciting after we married. And so far, you've done a good job too. If you thought it would help, let me see how it's supposed to work. I like the idea that you were willing to try something new. Please show me okay?" I knew that by praising him and being eager to try something new sexually, that I would get to see how this worked. I never would have imagined him putting on something like a chastity device. I mean he is always so horny. But after we married, I'd been able to get him to do several things he wouldn't when we dated. For example, I finally convinced him to try licking my pussy and that has worked well so far. Very well in fact, he was delicious at it, once I trained him. Also I was able to replace giving him blowjobs, which I never liked, with giving him extended hand jobs; seeing him squirm as I stroked his penis was much better. I moved closer to him, leaning over so he could get a better look at my breasts beneath my tank top. Patrick was a definite breast man and I knew enough to take full advantage of my C-cup bust. I could generally win just about any discussion if I brought my 'girls' into action. As I sat on the arm of his chair, I lightly ran my hand over the crotch of his pants, stroking his cock through the fabric. "Let's go upstairs and you can show me now if you want?" Despite his protests that this wasn't worth it, he followed me upstairs and soon I had his pants and underwear off of him. He reluctantly took the device, unlocked it and then unscrewed a metal tube that fit at the end of what I now recognized as the cage that would fit around his cock. With the lock off he took the cage off the solid metal ring it had been attached to. The ring had a hinge, which he spread open a little as he worked it behind his ball sack, so that it fit between his body and his genitals. Closing the ring, he worked the metal cage over his penis so that it was compressed inside of the cage but his balls protruded outside. They were trapped between the metal ring and the cage. Slipping a latch at the end of the cage over the joined ends of the ring, he put a small bolt through the opening and closed the lock through a small hole at the end of the bolt. Releasing it, I could see his cock was enclosed in the cage, his balls bulged out of a tight opening at the bottom, and the ring appeared to be snug against his body. I could fully see how the design worked now and understood what he meant now about extending foreplay. With his cock caged like this, a man couldn't get a full erection which likely meant he couldn't orgasm or ejaculate. I knew that a horny man was much more willing to focus on pleasing his woman or getting her as horny as him. So I saw that this could be a really fun spin on our usual sex play. But I noticed he had a part left over. It looked like a tube with a slight curve and a screw-type ball at the end. "Oh Patrick, that looks so hot. But what is this piece? Don't you need it?" "No, that just came as an extra. It is supposed to screw into the end of the cage and you insert the tube in your urethra inside your cock; but that was just too much for me to feel comfortable trying. I mean it has nothing to do with keeping the cock under control." "Okay, I understand. I have to admit I love how your cock looks in that cage. It just seems to be begging to come out and play. But I think it needs to earn its release, don't you? Maybe you can show me how much you want to let your cock come out and play. You want to show me honey?" As I spoke, I stood up and slid my shorts and panties off, revealing my pussy. I sat back on the edge of the bed, spreading my legs a little, a clear invitation to come kneel between them and lick me. Patrick took the hint and moved to me and immediately began to kiss, lick, and suck my lips and clit. I had shown him what I liked and he had steadily gotten better and better at it. But I knew it wasn't a favorite part of sex for him and he never did me as long as I wanted, usually just giving me one orgasm before he would move up on me to put his hard cock in my pussy so we could fuck. By then he was so horny that it only took a few minutes before he came, arching his back, grunting and making his whole body rigid as he shot his cum into me. He would then collapse on me, usually falling asleep within minutes. This time I hoped for more, and as he licked me, I ground my pussy against his face, soon reaching my climax. I screamed his name and held his head tight against me as I shuddered from the excitement racing through my body. As I regained some of my senses I reached to pull him up on the bed. With his cock locked up, I was going to lay him on his back so I could ride his mouth and face to a couple more climaxes. But as I pulled him up, I could see the cage was slipping off of him. His balls had gotten past the ring and so nothing was holding the cage tight any longer. I glanced up at him and he looked at me. "See, that's why I didn't show you. It doesn't stay on like it was supposed to do. Sorry." I smiled back at him. Reaching down I pulled the cage off and stroked his freed cock, which immediately began to get hard. "That's okay let's just say you earned your release for being such a good kisser. You did a wonderful job pleasing me. I think you've earned a reward. Do you want to have the privilege of coming in my pussy, honey?" He broke out into a smile and moved on top of me, using his hands to pull off my top and expose my breasts. He leaned in to kiss and then suckle one nipple. Looking up at me he responded. "Yes I'd love to be in your sweet pussy." He then put his hard cock in me and we started fucking. He lasted longer this time, but not long enough to give me an orgasm. I could tell he was happy that this potentially embarrassing situation had turned out so pleasantly. We rested briefly before going back downstairs for dinner. Nothing else was said about the device that night or the rest of the week. But on the following Friday, I brought it up again. I had a surprise for him. He had just come home from work. I was wearing a little outfit I knew drove him mad. It was red dress, very form-fitting, hitting me about mid-thigh, and low cut on top. I wore it without a bra, with a tiny red lace thong, my red stiletto pumps, and bright red lipstick and fingernails. I wanted him hot as soon as he saw me and it worked too. "Welcome home honey, ready for the weekend? I have a surprise for you." "Yes, I'm glad to be off work for a couple of days. Given how sexy you look, I think I might like your surprise." Smiling I nodded and gave him a big kiss, being sure to press my breasts firmly into his chest and rub my hips across his. I could already feel him getting hard. Stepping back, I reached for a bag on the end table. Taking a small metal ring out of the bag, I held it up for him to see. I could tell he recognized what it was. "See what I found? I went online this week and did some research. I found the exact type of chastity device you had ordered and looked for some information. Turns out you ordered the largest size ring that comes with that design. I mean it was obvious that the cage fit you well, only the ring was too large. Given that the model is called the 'super-mini' and is advertised as the smallest chastity device you can buy, I assumed you just needed a smaller size ring, something that would be suitable for smaller penis and balls. I ordered a couple more of the smaller- sized rings but I think we should start with this one, since it is the smallest diameter. If it fits like I expect it to, then we could be in for a really hot weekend. Come on lets go upstairs and see, okay?" His face was crestfallen. I could tell he had hoped I had forgotten about the chastity device and my description of it as being the best model for a small cock hurt his pride a little. That was obvious because his hard-on had started to wilt already. I had guessed that he had bought the device in a weak moment when his fantasies had gotten the better of his common sense. But probably once he had it on, he realized how confining it would really be, how vulnerable he would be if he didn't have a copy of the key, and how it might put his desires second to whomever held the keys. He was probably glad the ring was too big, as it gave him an out to not use the device. I turned to head upstairs. I knew the tight dress across my ass would accentuate my natural wiggle and lure him like a moth to a flame, and it did. We went to our bedroom, where I seductively undressed him, again making sure to bend over in front of him so he could look down my dress, which was barely containing my full breasts. Once he was nude, a few strokes and he was rock hard again. A horny husband is much easier to control; even with only four years of marriage I knew that. "Come on, before we try out the new ring, I want to get you all smooth down there. When I was doing my research, most, if not all, of the men shown wearing a chastity device were hairless. I really liked that look, it was so hot. So let's get you prepped. I've already got a hot bath ready. You just soak a minute and I'll and shave you." "Whoa, Samantha let's not go overboard. Can't you see if it fits, or even if we like it first?" "Patrick, don't be so shy. Lots of men shave themselves. I know you like to see women who have smooth labia, right? Well girls like it too. I mean I'm making my panties wet already. Besides I'm sure this small size ring is just right for you. So get in the tub!" He reacted just like I expected and slid into the tub. I had to turn away a second, as my smile was almost breaking into a giggle. Patrick was like most guys. They thought they were in charge of their marriage, but in reality the wives controlled everything. I had a plan in place already and all he could do was follow my lead. I let him soak a few minutes in the tub, being sure to bend over and kiss him once or twice. I even let one strap of my dress slide down my shoulder just enough to show him some nipple before I brought it back up. I had already determined it would be much easier to shave him if he was hard. Plus it had the added benefit of increasing his horniness which made him much easier to manipulate. After I thought his hair was softened by the water I had him stand up and I applied some shaving cr?me. It took a good 20 minutes to get him completely smooth. I had to run my hand up and down his shaft a few times to keep him how I wanted him, but I finally got his pubic hair all removed. I went up as far as his navel and then back between his legs up to the top of his ass. I told him I wanted him as smooth as a newborn. Once I had him hairless, I let him towel off and told him to join me in the bedroom. I had all the parts ready and waited for him on the bed. As I expected, once I left his erection started to disappear. Without my touch and seeing how he looked without any hair around his cock and balls, the worry about what we were doing came back into his head. By the time he sat on the bed, he was soft. I had never really paid much attention to his size before. I had not been with very many men before I met Patrick and certainly I had never had a man with a large cock. Patrick gave his all when we fucked and I liked the feeling. It was only after he started going down on me that I realized how good an orgasm could be. Mine were much better when he licked me. In fact, he had never given me an orgasm by intercourse. Doing my research, I was amazed that his cock fit so easily in the 'super-mini' cage. I mean the cage was only an inch and three-quarters in length and an inch and half in diameter. Of course I knew men got bigger when they were erect, but still it was surprising to realize your husband was so small. I had Patrick lie back on the bed, and spread his legs apart by pushing on his knees. I had planned to lock him up for the weekend, to use the chastity as a toy to get more cunnilingus from him. But as I looked at his now freshly shaved cock and balls I was overwhelmed by how different he looked. His genitals did not look sexy or imposing or capable of providing thrills for me as they had before. They seemed more like small appendages designed for something else other than raw sex. With this new found image of them in my mind, I began to reassess my original plans. Perhaps, longer term confinement would be a better option. But one thing I did know was that putting him under my lock and key was the best thing for everyone. This time as my smile spread across my face I didn't hide it. I wanted to accentuate his vulnerability, as it was central to my rapidly developing new plan. "Patrick, you look so cute without any hair. It's like a little boy's peter, so soft, small and precious. I'm so glad you wanted to be smooth for me down there; it certainly was the right choice. You look just darling. Now let's get you fitted. I think the sooner you start wearing your cage the better it will be." Not giving him a chance to argue I deftly slid the new ring behind his sack, gently pulling his little balls in their smooth sack forward as I did so. I wanted them totally stretched out, so there would be no chance they could slip out again. His cock went right in the cage and seemed almost smaller than the first time he put it on for me. The bolt went in easily holding the cage and ring together and I snapped shut a lock to complete the device. I few tugs on the whole thing convinced me that it was going to work. I could tell his balls, although small, were too big to fit back through the now tighter gap between the cage and the new ring. Smiling I gave him a kiss, as I lightly ran my fingernails over his cock through the cage. I could see from his face that this was not going at all like he had hoped. My comments about his size and appearance had him worried. All that was confirmed when the cage fit so snuggly with the new ring. It immediately revived the fears he had imagined after the first time he wore it. I could see him looking at it with renewed apprehension, which he expressed. "Samantha, is that the lock I had before? This one looks different." "Yes, it is. I wanted something a little stronger, plus this way I made sure that only I had a key to it. But I have to say that this setup looks just perfect Patrick. You were so right to buy this design, but after my research I knew that not only did you need a new ring, you had gotten the last part wrong as well. You mentioned the curved tube that came with it as something that you didn't think you needed and you were right. That design is more for show than anything. But you can get a longer more flexible model that can make the overall chastity tube virtually escape proof. It not only goes inside your penis farther but it features a screw type fitting that can be tightened or removed only with a special tool. Let me show you." Again moving quickly, I picked up the part which had metal tips at both ends of a urethane tube, having already applied some sterile lube over it, and began to slide it through the metal opening at the end of the cage. It took just a second to line up the end of Patrick's penis so that the little slit was directly behind the hole and as I had hoped the tube disappeared easily into his penis. I could hear Patrick gasp as he felt the sensation of his penis being penetrated by the tube. He began to stutter his disapproval with this idea, but I just focused on completing the installation. I knew since I had firm control of his caged cock and the tube entering it, he would not try to pull away. Once I had the tube all the way in, the metal end filled the hole at the tip of his cage. Using an Allen-like wrench tool, which had a unique patterned end, I tightened the screw until it was securely fastened. Like the new lock that held it all together, Patrick could not remove the catheter-like tube without me giving him the opener. To signal that I realized that as well as he did, I leaned back from him and put the small ring that held the key and the tool onto a thick gold chain and fastened it around my neck. I could see Patrick stare at them as they settled comfortably in the cleavage between my large breasts. I was so excited I could hardly stand it and I knew my thong was soaked. "Well little Patrick, let's try out this new and improved device okay? I think you'd be wise if you show me how much you appreciate me and love me. I imagine you will want to keep me very happy if you know what I mean." I stood up enough to pull my tight dress up over my hips and reveal my thong. It was soaked almost to the waist band, the lace now molded over my labia. I kicked off my heels and sat back on the bed. I could see Patrick was torn between the sight of pussy covered in the tight red lace and checking out his caged cock. He was getting sensations from the urethral insert that were totally new to him but he also was getting the conditioned excitement of seeing me wet and horny waiting for his touch. I did give him my preferred option though. "Come closer, I want you to lick me through my panties. You need to clean these up since it was the sight of you in your new little sex toy that made me so wet." I lightly grabbed his neck and started him toward my spread crotch. He accelerated the motion on his own and began to lick and little suck on the fabric of the panty. After a few minutes, I lifted my hips again and peeled down the thong so he could pull it off my legs. With my pussy exposed to him, he eagerly buried his face in it, lapping, kissing, and tonguing it like a starving man. He had learned what I like well enough that given our excited state, he quickly gave me an orgasm. After I shuddered and screamed in excitement, he pulled back so he was now kneeling between my bent knees. Slowly opening my eyes, I looked at him. Then we both looked quickly at his crotch and saw the cage was still firmly in place, the new ring doing the job. It was time for the first step in his advanced training. "That was wonderful honey, but I don't think we're done quite yet. As your key holder, I think you need to pay me a little more attention. Get back down there and show me how much you love my hot pussy." His face, already glistening with my excretions, showed a surprised look. Every time he had eaten me before, he had either gotten to fuck me or I had returned the attention by stroking him. Now he realized that we were entering new territory. I was in a more commanding position than him, so he immediately moved back into position. I softly patted the back of his head as began to kiss me again and praised him for being such a good boy. This time as he licked me, I became more aggressive, rubbing my pussy in his face, using it to stroke my labia and clit, until I exploded in another orgasm. This one was much stronger than the first, driven both by the increased sensitivity of my sex from the first orgasm and the mental stimulation of knowing that I was taking more control of my marriage. As I began to calm down after my climax, I lightly held Patrick's head in place whispering to him that he needed to clean me up. His soft cat like licks, trying to lap up all of my slick signs of my excitement, gave me another kind of thrill. I was now beginning to understand my new power in our marriage and it dawned on me how stimulating it was going to be. Finished, he leaned back once again. He immediately looked at his caged cock, still locked tightly on his body. Patrick gingerly lifted it up. His cock was enlarged as he had become excited by the cunnilingus, but the cage kept it from expanding too much, but the tissue was pushed tightly against the metal. He moved the cage so he could get a better look at the insert now planted five inches inside him. I could see he was anxious about this modification and he looked back to me. "Samantha, this doesn't really feel good. I mean it is unnatural. We don't really need it do we? Can you take it off?" "Yes, I could take it off, but I'm not going to. I think you need to adjust to it. Not only will it keep your peter more secure, but it will make it easier and neater for you when you pee. It's just that you're not used to being penetrated. Like most men, you feel odd about having something enter in your body. But I'll think about it some and figure out a way to make you more comfortable with it. I will tell you that I love how focused you are on pleasing me now. Keep that in mind, that for now, your main job is to please me. Speaking of that, I'm starving and I'd love a nice drink. Let's go downstairs and get a bite to eat. You may have had something to snack on already, but I haven't. " I slipped off the bed, grabbed my dress to put it back on and went to my tall lingerie chest, my dress falling down on my legs to cover my bare pussy as I walked. I opened a drawer and took out a sheer white hipster panty. Turning towards Patrick I held it up. "Maybe wearing something to hold your new cage in place will make you feel better. But I want to be able to see it still, so try this panty." Moving back to him, I bent over to hold it front of him to step in, my breasts once again almost in his face. He reluctantly stepped into it, and allowed me to pull it up so it fit snuggly around his hips, the caged cock making a small bulge in front, but still fully visible. I picked up his white dress shirt off the floor, and put it on him. Buttoning the front about half-way down, I then tied the tails into a knot so that his pantied cock cage was not hidden. Smiling I took him by the hand and led him downstairs. As we got to the kitchen, I swatted him on the butt and turned to go out on our deck. "Make me one of those nice rum cocktails and bring it to me outside. Then why don't you make us a couple of hot turkey sandwiches for dinner. The wheat hoagie bread is on the counter." "Samantha, I don't want to go outside like this. Someone might see." Smiling I came back to give him a kiss, leaning so he could get another look at the keys snuggled in my cleavage. "Don't be such a worry wart. The only neighbors who might be able to see you would be Kim and Larry and I know they are out of town. Besides even they would only get a clear view of your upper torso. Your pretty caged peter in its new panties is for my view only; at least for now." Laughing as I said the last part, I went outside. Sitting on the bench I was thrilled. My new plan was working far better than I had even hoped it would. Patrick had obeyed me every step of the way and the new ring and insert seemed to be holding firm. He seemed so confused, he even believed my assessment of how hidden he would be on our deck; if he had thought about it, he would have figured out that not only could the McLaughlin's see him but so could the Kings' who were directly behind us to the left. Plus we had talked with Kim on Wednesday and she had mentioned that they were staying home for a relaxing weekend. Obviously the only thing Patrick was capable of thinking about was his caged cock and what it might mean going forward. He knew that some of his earlier fears were real and that he now had no control over when he would get out. I was sure that after licking me twice to orgasm and then not coming himself, the shock of his new situation struck him. But I was positive that these fears were also counterbalanced by a growing lust. He was always horny and after having his pubic hair shaved, his cock and balls played with and then locked away, and planting his face in my pussy for 30 minutes had upped his desire to new levels. I was counting on that desire to overwhelm any reservations about this new chastity lifestyle. I made sure that when he brought my drink to me that I ran my fingers over his panty tracing the cage inside. I praised him for being so nice to me and reassured him that I loved him and found this new sex game thrilling. He even agreed that we could eat outside against his better judgement. It all seemed safe until he was gathering up the dishes to take them back inside after we had finished. Suddenly, his vulnerability was exposed. A friendly voiced called out from the deck behind our neighboring house. "Hi guys, looks like you two are enjoying this weekend as much as Larry and me. Patrick, are you taking care of Sam this weekend?" Kim's question was like a shot to Patrick. He had his back to her deck, which meant his newly shaved ass was visible beneath the white panty. He hurriedly picked up the tray of dinner dishes, pivoting so he was slightly behind me. He lowered the tray so it covered his hips and chastity device. I could see his face flush a deep red; probably the strongest blush I had ever seen from him. He shot a glance my way and then looked toward Kim to respond to her inquiry. "Hello Kim, yes I'm treating her tonight. I'm such a lucky guy that every once in a while I need to remind her how much I love her. I thought you guys were going somewhere this weekend?" "No, I told you all that we would be home. But that is sweet of you to be so lovable to Samantha. I wish Larry would do something around the house once occasionally. We'll I've got dinner on the stove, but maybe we can catch up tomorrow or Sunday. Bye." As she stepped back inside, I took advantage of this opportunity. I ran my hand over Patrick's butt and then between his legs to gently shake his caged penis. I then whispered to him. "So you want me to ask them over? Maybe you could show her you're new little toy? Or would you rather spend the weekend kissing my sweet puss and treating me like a queen?" He softly answered that he would prefer to make me happy. I told him I agreed and laughed, telling him maybe he should get inside before Larry came out. The rest of the evening he did as he promised, licking me to two more orgasms before we went to bed. I also insisted on watching him pee the first time with his insert. It did keep him mostly dry and only required a little cleanup with a tissue. He was a bit upset that I suggested he sit from now on, but he seemed to understand. I had him sleep in the nude and made sure to spoon him as we fell asleep, pulling him close, pressing my nipples into his back while I lightly gripped his cock cage. I wanted him to keep that erotic edge that had been building all evening. I didn't need to worry as when we woke he had his normal morning erection. It had filled his cage totally and his penis turned a dark red as the blood pumped in. I simply pulled his face into my crotch and made him spend the first 30 minutes of our day worshiping me. Changing his focus from his penis to my pussy allowed him to soften, leaving only the throb of unreleased lust. I told him to just put on his sheer white panty and then sent him to make coffee and heat up some cinnamon rolls while I dressed. I was intent on making this day as dramatically successful in my plan for control as the first day had been. When I came down, I had already dressed in jeans and a casual shirt. My makeup and hair were also done in a casual manner and I carried a short note. As we ate and had coffee, I outlined my plans. I needed to run a few errands this morning, but when I returned we could resume our little sex games. While I was gone, I had a few chores he could get out of the way, so we wouldn't have to delay our fun. I handed him the list, which had more than just a few items. In reality it was all the weekend household chores I normally did, like cleaning the bathrooms and kitchen, doing the sheets and towels in the laundry, and vacuuming the house. Because Patrick worked, I had usually handled the cleaning. But with my new plan swirling in my head, I decided it was time he learned to do them. Perhaps if he understood how lucky he was to have me, he would do more of my chores to keep me satisfied. He now realized, as his key holder my satisfaction was his main goal. So he took the list and agreed to do them all while I went out and he even agreed to just wear his new sheer panty while he worked. His only complaint was a worried look he gave me when I told him I expected him to do his best, as he might have to do this more often. As I told him that I fingered the keys to his device as a subtle hint of my control. Although he was reluctant, he did stand in the doorway to kiss me goodbye, trying his best to hide behind me in case anyone was walking by outside. My errands were basically just shopping. I loved to shop and now I had new reasons to peruse my favorite stores. When I had first decided to continue our chastity games, I had in mind that I would keep Patrick naked, except for his cage, while he pleasured me and did as I asked. But that plan all changed when I saw him smooth and realized how small he really was. I had seen a whole range of chastity scenarios when I was searching to find the right size ring for him, so I knew that many key holders also feminized their toys. I hadn't thought of that until I saw him smooth, but it immediately struck me as a possibility. Then when I put my sheer panty on him, I knew that was the route I would take. I was certain he would hate it and would whine about my converting him, but I knew breaking his resistance was critical to my new plan. It would be embarrassing to him, forcing him to humiliate himself beyond what he had ever imagined. But it had to be done. I was now determined to turn our conventional marriage topsy-turvy and put me comfortably in charge. We were going to fully embrace a female-led relationship. I went from store to store, mostly window shopping, but I did buy enough things to start the ball rolling this weekend. I decided that it would be prudent to just buy enough items so Patrick would see what his new life would be like, but minimize the damage if for some reason he refused to participate. I did go to one store that wasn't on my normal shopping route, a sex shop. I would have never entered such a place before this week, but I needed some items and didn't want to wait for them to be shipped from an online site. Once inside, I relaxed a bit, partially because there was a woman behind the counter. I strolled thought the aisles, amazed at all the sexy toys, but finally found the two purchases I needed. With my shopping complete, I headed back home. I timed it so that it we would have most of the afternoon available to start Patrick's conversion. When I entered I called to him. He was wiping down the kitchen counter and came to me quickly, almost running. I could sense that he was uncomfortable in his sheer panty and cage and was eager for my return in hopes of escaping them. I told him I was starving, but wanted him to fetch my packages from my car trunk. He could make me lunch after he took them to the bedroom. He scurried into our garage, but stopped almost as soon as he entered. I had left the door open, and even though I had backed the car in, he was hesitant to complete the task. But finally, he plunged ahead, trying to make quick work of gathering the bags and getting back inside the safety of our house. He joined me in the living room, where I sat comfortably waiting for him. "Did you finish your chores honey?" "I was just cleaning the kitchen counters, the last item on your list. I have the towels in the dryer, so I will fold those when they are done." "Very good, I like how willing you are to please me by doing as you're told. Keep that up and make me a nice ham sandwich for lunch. I will eat in here. While I'm eating I want you to kneel here and wait for me to finish. Then I have somethings to show you in the bedroom. Do you need to tinkle yet?" His face blushed, as he knew I had ordered him to wait for my permission to go so I could watch him pee. I wanted to be sure he sat like a proper girl when he went from now on. Also, I was going to take control of him in as many ways as possible, so he would be accustomed to obeying me. He shook his head no; he did need to go a little but wanted to wait as long as he could as he wanted to minimize the number of times he peed until he could get the cage off. Seeing as he was okay, I waved him on to make my lunch. When he returned, I ate a leisurely meal, feeding him some scraps as he knelt beside me. I cruelly told him that seeing him in my panty made me realize he was a bit flabby and I was going to help him lose that extra weight by limiting his food intake. He could only smile and softly thank me, as he was now very aware of how vulnerable he was. Once I was done I sent him off with the dishes and told him to join me upstairs. When he came in the bedroom, I had slipped off my jeans and top, so that he could see my satin panty and pushup bra. I wanted him horny, so he would remember why it was important for him to obey me. This next step was going to be critical in my control of him, and I wanted his brain to as fuzzy as possible so he would react to his sexual urges rather than his logic. I immediately saw his little peter swell up against the edges of his cage. "Honey, I've been very impressed at how well you've taken to being in the cage so far. I've also noticed that you seem to like wearing my panty, even if it is a bit small for your rounded butt. So I decided to reward you and have brought you some presents for being such a good boy. Why don't you open the bag from Macy's and see what is in it?" I could tell he was torn between being pleased that I liked how he was responding and my obviously biased assessment that he liked wearing my underwear. I could see he wanted to speak up, as he tentatively approached the bag lying on the bed, but he must have decided to wait and see what was in it before raising any objections. He slowly opened the bag, reached in and brought out the assortment of thong panties it held. They were all sheer in a variety of pastel colors, some with a little lace or a small bow while others were plain. The disappointment was written across his face, as his eyes glazed over a tad and his mouth dropped open. I knew he had to be thinking that it was getting out of hand now, and he needed to stop this trend before it got worse. Holding one pair gingerly in his hand, he turned to face me. "Samantha, I don't think this is a good idea. I mean, I have enough underwear already and these are women's underwear. If I wear the cage on weekends for sex play, can't I just go without or use the one pair of briefs you lent me? There must be 10 pairs here; that would take lots of weekends to use." I realized this was a critical moment, and had thought about how to approach it. As I also expected it, I found it amusing that he was still so unaware of how our lives had already changed. The concern on his face and how he so lightly held the thong brought out a full laugh, lilting in tone but mocking his argument for moderation. To support my position, I used one of my standard moves, crossing my arms to create even more cleavage and leaning forward as I once again lifted his chastity keys from between my breasts. I saw his eyes focus on my move immediately. "Patrick, don't be so dense. Can't you see that wearing the cage is something that we can really benefit from? I love how you've already changed to please me. I see no reason to limit it to weekends, for gosh sakes. You seem to be comfortable wearing it full time. I can tell you made a wise choice to buy it in the first place and I want to totally support your decision to put my needs before yours. It was also clear to me that despite your silly protests that you love wearing panties and being soft and smooth under them. In fact, these panties are just for you to wear when you go to work. You've got other surprises for the weekends. Why don't you go ahead and open the pink bag and see what other treats you've earned." I waited for another response, my heart beating rapidly. If there was a chance that Patrick would balk at going more feminine and wearing the cage 24/7, then this was the moment he would do it. I wanted to tip the scales more in my favor, so I seductively let the keys dangle from my hand by the chain as I used them to softly stroke my cleavage. I could see him watch them move, so I was confident that he was torn between his sexual desire, amped up by the past day, and worries about forfeiting his masculinity. His eyes showed this conflict and as I had hoped, his lust got the better of his logic. He meekly put the thong down and began to open the pink bag. Inside I was exploding. I could see my plan falling into place, but I had to control my emotions so I could steer Patrick completely where I wanted him. I didn't want to let desire cloud my mind like it was Patrick's. As I watched he removed the items from the bag, again holding them up as if they were poisonous. He looked at me with an incredulous expression on his face. "Isn't it gorgeous honey?" I wanted to find just the right thing for you to wear for me on the weekend. I found it at that sexy lingerie store you love me to shop at. It's called a Basque and came with a matching thong panty. There are also some lace top stockings that you can use to attach to the garters. It will give you enough coverage but still let me see your little peter in its new home. Plus it is part of their bridal collection, which I thought was appropriate since it is like we're starting our marriage all over again. I just love how the pink lace trim and bows accent the pure white satin. Of course I had to guess at your size, especially your cup size, but I decided since my girls are so big, that yours should be too. To help you out, I got a nice pair of silicon pads to round out your figure. They're in the smaller pink bag. Isn't it so exciting? I'm sure it is like a dream come true for you and you're dying to try it on, but you've got more presents. Why don't you go ahead and open the rest." I watched his face intently. I could tell he wanted to shake his head no, to voice his displeasure, and to stop this madness right now. But he lacked the courage to go against me at this moment. The way his eyes glazed over I could tell he was trying to figure it out, but that submissive part of him, the part that led him to buy the chastity device in the first place, was now trying to reason with him. It whispered that he could change it all later, that once the device was off of him then he could move away from all this, but that he should go along to enjoy the thrill of the moment. Finally, I could tell that his submissive personality had won out. He put the Basque on the bed and slowly began to open the other packages. This time he didn't react as he more or less knew each one would contain more feminine items and he was correct. The first bag contain two pairs of shoes, very high heel shoes, one a pink pair of strappy sandals and the other were black patent pumps. The next bag had two blouses, one a sheer white long-sleeve blouse with pearl buttons and a ruffle down the front and the other a sleeveless eyelet shell in pink. The third bag contain two skater skirts, short and flared, one in gray and the other in black. The small pink bag had the breast pads plus three pairs of stockings, black, white, and gray. The last bag was a plain paper sack. He did react when he saw the contents of this one. It held a pair of steel handcuffs with a small key and then a box with a clear top that showed three anal plugs with a pink rhinestone jewel at the end. They covered the range from small to large, indicating that he could gradually adjust to a bigger plug. Although he didn't say anything, he did turn towards me as he held them, a questioning look on his face. "Aren't those so sexy? I thought it might be fun to use the cuffs for when I want to let you out of the cage or if you've been naughty. The plugs are to help you get used to being penetrated. You seemed to react negatively toward your penal insert. I'm sure it is just because you are not used to feeling something inside of your body like that. I bet after wearing a cute little jewel plug you'll get comfortable with the feeling in no time. I figured you'd like these sex toys since you bought a chastity cage for your little peter. I tell you just seeing you hold all these sexy things, it's making me horny. I can't wait to see you in them. Just do me a little favor first; I need to feel your magic tongue on me. Will you kiss and suck my girls first? Show them a little love?" Not waiting for an answer, I reached around to unclasp my bra letting it fall off and revealing my breasts. I moved toward him, letting them bounce gently as I walked. Reaching up, I put my hand on his neck, but that was hardly necessary. He leaned in and began to kiss, lick, and suckle them, switching back and forth until my nipples were rock hard and wet from his salvia. As he worked the keys chimed away, the movement from his actions hitting them together to make soft sounds. I was also getting wet, but didn't want to delay his conversion any longer. I would have him pleasure me more once he was changed. Now I decided he was ready to take the last step. "Oh my gawd Patrick that feels wonderful. Let's get you ready to wear your new sexy clothes. I want to see how you look as my new sex toy. I'm going to go downstairs to wait while you get prepared. That way you can walk in and show me how pretty you are. Of course given how feminine your new attire is, you need to make your body match. I want you to take a warm bath and shave the rest of you to match your hairless little balls and cute round bubble butt. Since you watched me yesterday, I'm sure you know how to do it. Just take it all off, legs, chest, underarms, arms and of course your face; I want you smooth all over. Once you've gotten rid of that nasty hair, go ahead and get dressed. You can wear your sexy new Basque, thong, white stockings, black skirt, white blouse, and black pumps. Use your new pads too, but I want you to bring the pretty little jeweled plug to me. I want to put it in for you. You'll feel the penetration more if someone else does it to you. Okay? Now be quick, you shouldn't keep your key holder waiting any longer than necessary." I pulled my breast away from him with a soft pop as it left his lips. He looked up at me again with disbelieve evident on his face. I knew he would object to shaving himself, but I needed to push him toward becoming more feminine. "You want me to shave more? Are you sure I need to? I mean, it will make things difficult this summer, wearing shorts or even going without a shirt." "Patrick, you can't expect to look sexy in your new clothes if you aren't smooth under them, right? Besides, if you are making me happy isn't that the main thing. I'll be glad to explain your new look to anyone who asks. Who knows, you may be wearing nothing but skirts by then anyway. Now quit stalling, little one. Before I go downstairs, are you sure you don't need to go potty?" With that last question I had effectively ended the debate, as his face flushed. He nodded his head slightly and went toward our bathroom. I made him sit on the toilet with his legs spread enough so I could see. This time all his pee came just out of the insert, as his penis was now becoming more adjusted to it being inside him, with his slit molding to the intruder. I praised him for being such a good girl. The use of a feminine pronoun startled him, but as he wiped off I told him if he kept this up, he'd be allowed to go without my supervision soon. With that, I went to the closet. Grabbing a short robe, I wrapped up myself and headed out of the room. I left him no more time to argue or plead. He stood there in silence. I'm sure his head was swimming as he hadn't imagined this outcome at all. Patrick had bought the chastity device in a moment of weakness and never thought it would lead him to being feminized. Now with his cock locked up, he had no choice but to make me happy and do as I requested. My plan was working to perfection so far. Once downstairs, my nerves returned. I had pressured Patrick to take the next step, but without my presence he might not follow through. So I went to the kitchen and poured myself a glass of Chardonnay. I didn't normally drink in the afternoon, but this was no normal afternoon. It could mark the real beginning of my new life. I wanted a glass to both celebrate and calm my nerves as I waited to see if he would indeed do as I told him. When I had researched male chastity the first time to find a better fitting cock ring, I had focused mainly on sites that talked about how restricting a man's erections and orgasms could lead him to give more effort to pleasing his partner. But after seeing him in my panty, I had looked further into chastity play. During my shopping trip that morning, I had taken a break to get a latte and surf online with my phone. I went to some chastity play sites I had skipped before and now the more I looked the more I saw variations that appealed to me. Most of them used feminization in combination with orgasm control to mold the man into compliance with the women's wishes. Once she had added skirts, heels, and lingerie to the chastity device, almost anything was possible. I had already realized how nice it would be for him to take over the domestic duties in our relationship and the benefits from his oral service were also very pleasing. But I had also seen where women had taken the control to another level, where they were given more sexual freedom just as the man lost his. It had never occurred to me that I might be able to experience a man with a larger cock or someone who had more proficiency at fucking than Patrick did, but now those thoughts filled my mind. As I thought about my previous sexual experiences I felt a bit cheated that I had married Patrick before I could try so many things. He had dated many women, with quite a few one-night stands too, and had enjoyed a range of sexual variation. Not that I didn't love him, but why should I be limited if I could make him agreeable to a new lifestyle. I was determined to make Patrick reveal and accept the submissive that was inside him, even if he didn't wish to be feminized. My goal was to alter our marriage so I could now be free to do what pleased me and that he would learn to love it. These thoughts filled my mind, so as I sat on the couch sipping my wine the wait seemed eternal. If he didn't come down the stairs dressed as I wanted it would be so disappointing, but if he did my new life would be well on its way. Just as I was really beginning to really worry, I heard the door open and saw him emerge from the bedroom. A smile crossed my face. He was dressed just as I told him. A quick check showed his legs were now hairless and his arms and underarms looked smooth as well. My nerves vanished as I realized he had followed my every order. But I could tell he wasn't comfortable yet with his new attire, especially the heels. He grabbed on to the railing of the stairs as he walked down them, his legs noticeably wobbling. I also detected an unusual posture, probably due to how tightly his new Basque fit him and made him stand up straight. I was sure the sensations of his garters tugging against his stockings and the swish of his skirt against his smooth legs were so new to him as to be constant stimulations. You could see all of his focus was on each step as he gingerly negotiated the stairs in his new shoes. The picture was all I had dreamed it would be. Not only was he quite cute in his new attire but it was obvious that it made him very uncomfortable. I felt this was another essential piece to my establishing my dominance over my husband. Making him do things that kept him off balance and worried would only strengthen my control over our life. I would need to make him wear such things as much as possible. He was so cute. I just had to snap a quick photo of him with my phone. I wanted to compile many such photos of him so his new life would be well documented. When he finally reached the bottom of the stairs, he looked towards me and slowly began to walk my way. I could see his face filled with questions and doubt. I also noticed he was holding the smaller anal plug but was trying to hide it as he wrapped his fingers around it. "Samantha, I really don't like this at all. I can hardly walk, the underwear fits too tight, the shoes hurt my feet already, and I feel foolish. After all, I am a man and these things are all designed for girls. I don't mind playing the chastity game with you, but I think I'm going to have to draw the line at wearing these silly clothes. This can't be the image you had in mind, can it?" He had stopped in front of me when he spoke. Despite all his efforts to look forceful and strong while he voiced his objections, he had wobbled back and forth in his heels the entire time he talked. His left hand subconsciously stroked his stocking and then played with his garter strap, while his right hand hid the anal plug behind his back. When he finished, he nervously bit his lip, in a delightfully pouting way. I knew I had to be strong, and increase my control. It was obvious that he felt vulnerable and if I acted forcefully any resistance on his part would crumble. So I went for the kill. "Oh honey, don't be so silly. You look absolutely delectable in that outfit. It seems so perfect for you; I wonder why it took me so long to figure this out. I mean look at those long sexy legs. They seem tailor made for silky stockings, short skirts and high heels. And your figure looks so curvy in your new lingerie. You know some men are really meant to be cute sex toys and I certainly think you fit that description now. But I do agree that your image looks a bit incomplete. I think I can fix it though, with some makeup and styling your hair. With those full lips, some gloss would be perfect and highlighting your long eyelashes with mascara will open up your eyes. We can try eye shadow, blush and lots more styling tricks later but for now I want to just start your process of being my little princess. First I want to see how your little peter is doing in its new home. Why don't you lift up your skirt and do a slow twirl for me, huh pretty girl?" Patrick's face showed the disappointment and worry that I wanted to install in him, which pleased me. More so, he lifted the hem of his skirt so that his new thong, garters and stockings were fully visible and began to slowly rotate so I could check him out. By now my mind was buzzing with excitement and plans for how to finish him off. His reactions told me he would do everything I wanted and more than he ever imagined. When he came full circle, I reached out and lightly grasped his cock in his cage through the satin fabric of his panty. I took my other hand and lifted the keys from their resting place between my breasts. His eyes were locked on mine, so I knew I had his full attention. "You certainly look the part of my kept boy toy now. Your little pecker looks much more comfortable in its silky panty, but I want to be sure you're more at ease with it. You did remember to bring the plug with its sparkly jeweled tip, right? I think we need to help you adjust to being penetrated so you can keep the internal part of your chastity device in all the time. Please give me your new decoration." I moved my hand from his panty and held it out. I sensed he had hoped I had forgotten about it. But he dutifully handed it over to me. I slowly turned it so the pink rhinestone at the end sparkled in the light. Rotating it so that the metal plug was held upright, I made sure his eyes were focused on it. "Although this is just a tiny plug, it would be easier to insert if it was lubricated. Why don't you bend over and suck on this for me, so you can make it slick enough to slide right in your cute bubble butt? I'm sure you've thought about what it would be like to take something in your mouth, given how much you love to please me orally. Once you have it coated with your juices, you can do that cute spin again and bend over to present your little rosebud for me." Patrick had been embarrassed this whole time, but this sent him over the edge, as a flush covered both his face and his upper chest. But he did as I asked, first sucking on the plug and then turning around so he would be in position to let me plug him. Again I wanted to squeal at how compliant he was becoming. Taking a cheek in my left hand, I spread him a little and placed the tip of the plug at his ass hole. I slowly began to push in and he reacted with a soft gasp. His saliva provided enough lubrication that I could easily push it inside him. Because it was fairly small, the plug glided in until I had the widest part past his sphincter which quickly closed around the narrow neck of the plug, leaving only the flat pink jewel outside his body. This time I couldn't hold back and let out a short little cat call whistle. Patrick turned back to look at me. "Honey you look so sexy with your little ass jewel. I love how it sparkles between your cheeks. I'm sure wearing this will make you so much more comfortable at being penetrated. Once we get to the point where you can take the big plug, you won't even feel your chastity insert. Gosh, I can't take anymore. Get down here on your knees! It's time you show me how much you appreciate being my sexy lover." As I spoke, I lay back and peeled off my panty. My legs were spread widely for him as he knelt between them. I could sense the conflict in him. On one hand he hated being dressed like a girl, being plugged both front and back, and having his cock locked up. On the other hand, I had conditioned him so well to love eating me out, that the growing lust inside him drove him to plunge his tongue in my wet vagina. I could tell keeping him from coming was going to pay lots of dividends. He lapped at my labia like a starving man, making me shudder almost instantly from excitement. Seeing my husband kneeling in his new girl's clothes, knowing I had him under my thumb completely, gave me such a thrill that the slightest touch of his magical tongue sent me into the throes of orgasm. I kept him between my legs until I was rocked by three climaxes. As I came down off the last one, l patted his head and told him good girl. From now on, my husband was going to be my feminine slave; he just didn't know he was going down that path for good. I was thrilled at how fast I had pushed Patrick beyond his boundaries. He was now doing things he would have never dreamed of doing. But I also knew, I need to fortify his current status. I decided to not push him any further, even though I had more plans for him, until I could get him comfortable in his new clothes and servile status. The rest of the weekend, I alternated between ordering him around gently and magnifying his lust. He spent a lot of time with his face in my pussy and at the end of each evening I locked him in his handcuffs so I could remove his chastity device to masturbate him to a near climax. But I also held off and then with his frustration and lust at a peak, locked him back up. I made a big show of it; telling him he was learning what it was like to be a sex pet, and that he was making so much progress that I was truly proud of him. Sunday night he was literally begging for relief, but I told him until he was fully comfortable being penetrated and could handle the largest anal plug, he would have to wait. He could make it quicker, by becoming more accustomed to his cute girl clothes and mastering his new domestic duties. After his pleas for release and whining about having to wear his chastity device to work were rebuffed by me, he reluctantly agreed to my demands, confirming my assessment that I was on the right path for us. The next few weeks I set up a regular routine. He wore his cage all the time, using one of his new sheer thongs when he dressed for work. At home, I insisted he wear only skirts, heels, and his other cute girl clothes. I did buy him a couple of pretty bras to wear that matched his thongs. During the week he wore those and reserved his sexy Basque for the weekend. I had gotten him some cosmetics too, which I showed him how to use. His hair was short, so I got him a cute brown wig in a bob style cut. Of course, I insisted he put in his plug as soon as he got home too. By the end of that first month, he was quite accustomed to his new dress requirements. He applied his own makeup, simple mascara, lipstick and blush during the week, but added full foundation, eye liner and shadow on the weekends. We kept his toenails polished all the time and he learned how to do my nails and brush my hair as well. Every few days, I would unlock his cage, while his hands were cuffed to our bed, to sensuously stroke and tease him. He had moved up to the intermediate size plug but despite his insistence that he could handle the large one, and earn sexual release, I denied him. I admonished him that it was something that once he put it in, it would signal full acceptance of his new chaste lifestyle. I knew that pulling him back and forth between sexual excitement and the fear of a permanent chastity would erode any resistance he might consider to my final plans. After 40 days of enforced chastity, I figured he was ready to take that step. I had just finished stroking his cock, leisurely manipulating his shaft, keeping it hard and weeping pre-cum for an hour. Once I stopped, and sat back, he saw his erection begin to fade and realized he was going to be locked up again without relief. He began his usual pleas. "Samantha, I been really good and done all you've asked. I know it's for my own good to be controlled like this, but I'm really ready to move on. I'm sure I can handle that largest jewel plug. You said once I was comfortable and adjusted to being plugged I could come again. Haven't I shown you that I'm okay with having my urethral plug constantly and wearing my jewel almost all the time? I've not complained about my pretty new clothes or making myself look like a girl for you, or even doing all the household chores now. I think you're being too conservative about this last step, as I am ready to take it. Please reconsider?" I looked down at my hands as if I were considering his argument, and then looked up at him with a smile and an enthusiastic manner as if I had just now figured out a solution. Seeing as he had deflated enough to wear his cage, I matter-of-factly began to fasten it back on as I answered him. "Well I have been concerned about this last step. I mean it is a big change for us both and I think you are underestimating the size of the last jewel. But I find it hard to deny you an opportunity at least. So I'll make you a proposition. Think about it and if you accept then I will be convinced. I've been hesitant to put the large plug in myself, because I feel you'll accept it just to please me, even if it is uncomfortable. The same way for putting it in yourself; either way it seems just like a convenient way to earn an orgasm. No, I really want to be sure that you love this new lifestyle and are fully committed to being chaste for me from now on, to accepting the fact that your orgasms will only occur if I allow it. So here is my offer: you know I've wanted my sister, Jen, to come over for dinner sometime. Well if you are truly ready to turn over full control of your orgasms and sexual relief to me, to grant me full authority over your little peter, and to accept my position as head of the household, then you'll let Jen put it in for you. Of course, you'll have to be wearing your house uniform, and be willing to answer any questions about why you want this more than anything and how you have chosen this lifestyle on your own. If you do that and then when she leaves you will get a wonderful orgasm as a reward for proving to me that you are wholehearted in favor of our new life style. Further if you can handle the large jewel and wear it full time, then I will reward you much more frequently. I don't want an answer now. I'll just set up a dinner date with Jen. How you dress when I bring her over, will tell me your answer. Now it's late and I'm sorely in need of my own sexual satisfaction as I haven't had an orgasm since this morning. So I want you to be quiet and just show me how much you love me." The look on his face was priceless. He wanted to keep talking and try to get out of this dilemma. But I had moved back on the bed, unlocked his handcuffs, and spread my legs for him to remove my panty. He was so well trained now, that he instinctively began to kiss, lick and suck me. Despite his concerns, he knew his first priority was pleasing me. I kept him buried in my pussy until I had three roaring climaxes. With each one, he would glance up, with a puppy dog look on his face as if to melt my resolve about the proposal. But I was unfazed and after he licked me clean, we drifted off to sleep. Nothing more was said about it that week; the only reference was my telling him that Jen was to come for dinner at 7 on Saturday. I could see the conflict in his eyes as he nodded to show me he heard and understood. I said we planned on going to a movie before and then coming home for a few drinks and a nice meal. Of course, our routine didn't change, only I extended my teasing masturbation of his cock to an hour and a half on Wednesday; just in case he had forgotten what his current sex life was like. When I left Saturday morning to shop and go to the movie with Jen, he was starting his weekly cleaning. I really wasn't sure which way he would go. Jen was my younger sister by four years and had always looked up to me. I had raised her in many ways, as I watched after her while our parents worked, often preparing supper for the family. I took time to help her with school work, and was her usual go-to for any information on boys, dating, and eventually sex. So when I showed her a few camera photos of Patrick's cage and his new attire, she was excited and full o