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CHASTITY TRAPPED by Throne My wife Dina was checking to make sure I'd picked up all the items she had requested from the local market earlier. She was happy with the snacks and desserts, and what I'd gotten at their deli. But she stopped and scrutinized the fancy cheeses I had bought. I stood there, still in my street clothes. To get a head start on preparations, as soon as I got home I had put a touch of blush on my cheeks and a hint of shade on my eyelids. She gave me a critical look. I squirmed with unease, knowing something was wrong. At the same time, I couldn't keep from admiring her lush figure, those big breasts and wide-flared hips, pulvinate thighs and large firm calves. Her assets were shown off by a close-fitting sleeveless top and tight hip-huggers. I even imagined what I couldn't see, her round protruding bottom. Dina shook her head and told me, "There's no brie here. I specifically asked for brie. Where is it, Kurt?" "I... forgot?" Suddenly the snug panties I was wearing instead of male underwear seemed even tighter. I shifted my feet uneasily. "So what are you going to do about that?" "Go back to the store?" "Correct. So get a move on." "All right. I'll just need a minute to clean off my face and..." With calm authority she told me, "No, you don't have a minute. My girlfriends will be here later on and, if you waste time now, you won't be ready for them. Will you?" I lowered my eyes, unable to meet her gaze. "No, Ma'am. I'm sorry." Now I was looking at her feet, which were shod in open-toed shoes with two inch block heels. As I got out my car keys and headed for the door, my mind was occupied by the fact that I had on make-up. Not a lot but anyone who saw me was likely to notice it. There was only the one item for me to pick up, so maybe I could get in and out without attracting too much attention. Before I could get to the door she called after me, "And get a bottle of merlot. It doesn't have to be chilled. I just want it for back-up. Buy it at that little place on Austin Avenue. They should have the best price." Oh great. Now I not only had to visit the market, but also go to a liquor store that was kind of downscale, frequented by guys who bought cases of cheap beer and women who favored whiskey and vodka from the lower shelves. As I got in my car I tried to tell myself that the second stop would go well. And that she had asked for brie that morning, and wasn't just saying she had. I sighed and started the engine. At the market I ran into one of our blabby neighbors, Mrs. Perkins, a middle-aged woman in an outfit that was long out of style. She began to tell me about some problem with her lawn service but then stopped talking. Peering hard at my face, she asked, "Are you coming down with a fever or something? Your cheeks are all flushed." I just mumbled a few words about how I had been running around all morning, which I hoped she would accept as an explanation, along with taking the hint that I was still in a rush. She appeared to go along with my excuse but I could see that she hadn't registered the hint about me being in a hurry. As she opened her mouth to resume talking I gave her a smile and a quick wave, as if we both knew the conversation was over. Finding the cheese, I made a beeline for the checkout. The cashier was an attractive young woman who I guessed was in her early 20s. She gave me a cheery greeting and then paused, her attention obviously on my face. With a forced smile I told her, "Just the one item. Forgot it when I was in earlier. Typical husband." I was speaking too quickly and forced myself to shut up. She rang me up and dropped the cheese into a bag. I was about to announce that I didn't really need it in a bag but caught myself in time. We finished the transaction, she gave my pink cheeks a last look -- by then I imagine I really was blushing -- and I moved fast toward my car. The crotch of my panties was pressing my balls against my body. At the liquor store I parked in the small lot between that business and a diner on the other side. As I entered, the burly clerk was finishing with another customer. The employee's head was shaved, he had a generous mustache, and his muscular arms were covered with tattoos. I found the merlot, making sure it was a brand that Dina favored, and stayed in the back of the store, waiting while the guy behind the counter answered a question for someone else. I didn't want to have to stand there while they talked. After he was done I started for the front of the store but someone else entered and went directly ahead of me. I had to stand there while the new arrival pawed through a clear plastic container with lots of different small bottles -- like you can sometimes find in a mini-bar in a hotel room -- until he located three that he wanted. When it was my turn the hulking guy behind the counter gave me a close look. I tried not to blink but couldn't prevent myself, sure that he was considering my tinted eyelids as I did it. He stopped in mid-movement and gave me a sly smile. The cashier lowered his voice, gestured toward my wine, and wanted to know, "Do you like it... fruity?" Suddenly my mouth was dry and my tongue thick. He seemed to take my hesitation as flirtation and favored me with a bright smile that revealed a gold tooth up front. With my voice threatening to crack, I assured him, "It's for my wife." He nodded, as if we shared a secret, and said, "Sure. I get it." By the time I got out of there I was quivering. And I still had to watch my time. This liquor store was actually further from home than the one I usually went to. And I calculated that I had saved little or no money. Back at home, I put the wine in the cabinet. Dina had said it didn't have to be chilled. That it was just for back-up. So maybe she had simply sent me on a fool's errand. Or two. I sighed and went to check in with her and make sure there was nothing else for me to do before I got ready for her visitors. She was in the bedroom getting ready to change. My eyes went to the bed and I saw her brief pleated skirt and short-sleeved blouse laid out. As I pictured her wearing them, her generous figure again well shown off, there was a tingle between my legs. It was like she was reading my mind when she said, "Drop your pants, lover. Time for a chastity check." Cringing inwardly with shame, I undid my pants and pushed them down, revealing peach-colored panties that were two sizes too small. There was a lump in the crotch but it wasn't very big. Why? Because my penis is locked in a pink plastic chastity tube. I bit my lips and wished I could hide my face. Dina, heedless of my discomfort, got her fingers on the short cock-container and twisted it slightly from side to side, not enough to hurt me but more than enough to stimulate my trapped member. I closed my eyes and moaned. She snickered and, even though she knew the answer, asked me, "How long has your dick been in there, husband dearest?" "S... six months," I whispered. "Oh my. Do you remember how you got yourself locked up?" Did I? Absolutely. Half a year earlier I had been pestering her, on and on, about trying something kinky. She had allowed me to enclose her wrists in fur-lined cuffs that I found on-line. While she was thus restricted I had teased her breasts for about five minutes before mounting her for very exciting sex. We both enjoyed it but then she turned the tables on me, pointing out that I owed her a chance. I said she could use the cuffs on me, thinking how much fun it would be to get titillated for a short while and then granted release. She said that might work but that she had been thinking of getting a chastity device. I was familiar with them and was interested at once. The idea of not even being able to get hard was intriguing. My focus was on how excruciatingly good it would feel after I was released and penetrated her. Or maybe even felt her warm mouth on my stick. Dina said she would order the device. In the meantime, she declared, she wanted to practice tantalizing me. So for the three days that it took to get the product delivered -- express! -- she entertained herself by acting extra sexy, dressing to thrill me, and talking dirty. I was horny and nervous when the chastity arrived. My first reaction on seeing it was that I didn't like it being pink. Seemed kind of unmanly. Dina mentioned that it was 'flesh colored', which I accepted in my eagerness to play our new game. Then she demurred, saying that if I'd had second thoughts, she would understand. That gave me visions of us not only skipping this experiment, but not trying anything else new in the future, an awful possibility. So I rushed to assure her that I was fine with being put into chastity. She asked, "And I can keep you locked up?" "Absolutely." Dina licked her lips suggestively and added, "For as long as I please?" "Sure. No limits." Instead of five minutes it might be ten, I thought. Or even an hour. That would be a bit much but I was up for an adventure and all the other surprises that I pictured coming in the days that followed. So she had me use a depilatory down there to remove all my pubic hair. She even applied it herself, very erotically, and quite generously. That seemed excessive because I had never had much body hair. But even when she teasingly insisted on using it on the little bit on my chest and under my arms, coating my arms and legs, I relaxed and enjoyed her caressing hands. She led me into the bathroom and got me showered off. I was startled by how different I looked with my skin all smooth and satiny. Then she told me firmly to stay there, even though she was going to switch the water to cold. Dina pointed out, "We have to get that big cock of yours to shrink down. Otherwise it will never fit into the tube and we won't be able to play our game." That was good enough for me. I braced myself, she turned the water to cold, and I lost my raging hard-on in seconds. As I stood there shivering but smiling, she handed me the device, suggesting that if she tried to put it on, I might get stiff again. I took her faith in my recuperative powers as a compliment and happily worked my prick into its confinement. Even while I was flaccid it wasn't easy to squeeze into that small space. I had the thought that, if we wanted to do this on a regular basis, she would have to order a larger one. Not that I'm huge down there, but it really was a close fit. As I stood there trying to get warm, she handed me a small padlock. It was heart-shaped and red. Again, not at all masculine, but by then who cared. My wife told me, her voice seductive, "To make it official, you have to click the lock shut yourself. And tell me that your cock is now mine to control." I grinned at her. She really was getting into this. I said, "Once I close this lock, Dina, my cock is completely in your power, to have and to hold, from this day forth." I thought that last part, sounding like wedding vows, was especially clever. Then I pressed home the lock and heard its mechanism click. Dina took a big fluffy towel and invited me to step out of the tub and have her dry me off. I went to her in high spirits and was delighted to have her rubbing me all over, making me dry and warmer, getting me aroused. Except that the chastity was keeping my member compressed. My balls were drawn up tight and I even gasped a few times. But she just chuckled and said she liked how our new game was working. But then it turned out that the limited time I was expecting before release wasn't what she had in mind. Dina playfully coerced me into using my mouth on her pussy, and then just sexually teased me instead of freeing my member. Long story short, in the weeks that followed she used my chastity to control me. I grew increasingly desperate for release but she always had some reason to delay. Somehow she made it a requirement that I had to earn my freedom, which I started attempting by following her demands to give her plenty of oral sex. Also, because she had gotten me to remove my body hair, Dina decided I looked rather feminine and said she liked that. "You're so smooth and so nice to touch. Let's just keep you that way a while longer. I think the depilatory only lasts a month anyway. Or not too much longer than that." By the end of the first week she had me in panties. That led to stockings and garter belts. Then there was a crushingly tight corset. And girly tops. And make-up. And fussing with my hair. Even introducing my feminized self to one of her girlfriends, and then another and another. All of which led to that night when I had to go back to the store and then get ready before they started to arrive. I scurried off to prepare myself. She had laid out what she wanted me to wear. I wasn't happy with her selections, but then I never was. On the bed were a lime green belly shirt with a picture of a kitty face on it, a red micro-mini skirt, stockings with wide horizontal stripes in candy- bright colors, and a pair of square-toed shoes -- bright glossy yellow -- with three inch stacked heels. And no panties. I knew from past experience that I wasn't allowed to retain the underwear I already had on. Reluctantly dressing in what looked like the attire of a teenage prostitute or maybe a particularly demented comic book villainess, I went to the full-length mirror and checked myself. She had made me look more bizarre than ever before. Next I went to the vanity table that we shared. There was a simple drawing of what she wanted my face to look like. Basically, it involved too much of everything. Excessive eye liner, eye shade, cheek rouge, and especially overstated lipstick in a color she had left out atop the note, Magenta Madness, from a new line called Flash. I obediently applied the garish cosmetics, aware the entire time of my state of chastity, the fact that I had entered it voluntarily, and the dire possibility that it was going to be a very long time before I was released from it. The drawing also indicated that I should tease up my collar-length hair and spray it to keep it that way. As I sat there feeling sorry for myself, Dina came to the door. She was smiling affably, as if we were a typical city-dwelling couple waiting for some friends to arrive so we could play poker or share some other mundane activity. Instead, we were a very untypical pair, awaiting the arrival of several of her girlfriends, who enjoyed mocking and tormenting me. "Oh," she said, putting a raised index finger against her temple, as if just remembering something, "there's going to be a new member of my circle of gal pals. I didn't mention that earlier, did I?" More upset that previously, I said -- pretending again that I didn't feel like I had been set up and knocked down -- , "No, dear. I don't believe you did." "Well, the more the merrier. And Katy," she added, switching to my girly name, "don't forget to use your nice voice." By that she meant my female voice, which I had been delaying as long as possible. But now I switched to a higher and softer speech. "Of course, dear. I'll be very careful about that." "And 'slut' it up some. You know, to go with that trashy look of yours." "Oh yes," I responded, more throatily. I stroked my neck with my fingertips. "That'll be fun." "And," she reminded me, "it will help you earn more credit toward having me unlock your chastity. You're getting very close." Really? That was good news. Even though she liked to hold out hope to me and then snatch it away, this time she sounded different, more sincere. I laid my hands against my chest where breasts would be, if I had them and, voice exactly the way she wanted it, said, "That would be cool." I rolled my shoulders and pursed my lips. "I'd like that." My wife gave me a brief smile and swept away. I hesitated a moment and then realized I should be in the kitchen making sure the snacks were ready to go. Otherwise, I just might give Dina an excuse to prolong my chastity again, as she had done so many times before. Placing one foot in front of the other, balancing on those heels, and rolling my hips, I went to the kitchen. As I was putting cheese and crackers onto plates the doorbell rang. Dina, being a good hostess, would answer it herself. I had a few precious moments before I would have to reveal my appearance to anyone. I was aware of how those shoes shaped my legs, and how after repeated applications of the depilatory my body hair didn't seem to be returning. I also couldn't stop thinking about my tiny skirt and the absence of any covering beneath it, unless you wanted to count my chastity tube. Several voices reached me from the living room. At least two of the women must have arrived together. Our street wasn't good for parking, so they often carpooled. I always imagined them driving home together, gabbing about whatever I had been wearing and the humiliations they had put me through. I was sure the former topic would be well fueled by my trashy outfit, and hoped the latter would not be well supplied by whatever was going to take place. Patting down that inadequate skirt, I picked up a large round tray and took it to them. Two guests were seated on the couch, both of them full figured like my wife. That was the type I was attracted to, so their presence made my yearning worse. As I was standing there, bent slightly forward at the waist, offering them dainty edibles, there was another ring and Dina admitted the other three I was expecting. They entered behind me, so I was acutely aware of how my skirt was elevated in the back. But the pair to who I was offering snacks took their time picking, making me stand there as if I was posing for a pin-up. The new arrivals put themselves directly behind me. As I at last straightened up, someone's hand slipped under my skirt and cupped one of my hairless buttocks. I froze but managed not to spill anything off the tray. Dina asked them if everyone would like wine, and there was a chorus of agreement. The newcomers sat on chairs around the room. All of them BBWs, each dressed to flaunt her curves. I was surrounded by a half dozen highly desirable and stimulating females, with my penis in its tight prison. As I served the women on the chairs, one of the ones on the couch giggled at the way my skirt failed to fully cover me, and the other said, "Well, peek-a-boo." There was chatter about how naughtily 'Katy' was dressed. I tried to ignore it but, at the same time, was obligated to move and stand as if I was a hooker displaying her availability. As they were all finishing their initial glasses of wine, the real entertainment -- for them -- began. One of them suggested, "Katy, you dirty girl, why don't you strut around and give everybody a better look at how you're advertising your body." I had to circle the room slowly, stopping before each of them, and come up with a variety of suggestive and even downright lewd poses. Flipping up my skirt in the back and wagging my bottom. Exposing my chastity and massaging it between both hands. Slipping my hands under my top to finger my nipples. Twerking. Squatting and pretending to ride up and down on an invisible cock. Of course, they laughed the entire time. At the end one of them decided I should kneel and pretend to be enjoying giving head to one of my 'johns'. As I was in the middle of the room doing that, I heard the bell ring once more. It must be that new invitee of my wife's. Still kneeling there, bobbing my head forward and back, thumb and forefinger circling an imaginary cock, even moaning and making sucking sounds, I heard someone being greeted by Dina a thanking her in a quiet voice. Without seeing who it was, I had to complete my performance, including a suck-and-swallow finale. Only then did the person approach me, her legs coming into my field of vision, letting me see that she too was built like a plus-size model. The mystery guest said, "Hello, Kurt." A shudder ran through me. That voice sounded disconcertingly familiar. My eyes went up slowly and, just as I saw whose face was looking down, my wife asked me, "Do you remember Audrey? I believe you two knew each other at some point." And to Audrey she said, "Oh, and now that my husband has become such a sissy, he prefers to be called Katy." Audrey smirked and said with exaggerated apology, "Excuse me, Katy." And to Dina, "Yes, we did know each other a few years ago. The two of us dated. I thought there might be a marriage proposal in my future, but instead this naughty thing left me for someone else." "Mmmm," considered Dina. "And if I recall correctly, left that one for... oh yes... for me." She paused than then went on, "You lucked out. Look at me. I got stuck with a sissy who voluntarily put himself into chastity, if you can believe that. Got off on the idea of playing kinky games. But I decided to keep playing after he wanted it to stop." She chortled. "And now look at my Katy." "Seems an appropriate fate for a womanizer." "That's what I thought, after I discovered that he had gotten back together with the one he bedded between you and me. But now he doesn't have that option. These days he's more into being teased and disgraced by all us girls. We love that he gets so horny just from seeing us. These evening are so amusing. And we were just getting to the part where we decide if Katy needs any punishment." "Oh," Audrey said with an evil smile. "Well I cast my vote for special punishment, overdue from past misdeeds." There was a murmur of approval. I knelt there in my mortifying clothes and quaked at the thought of what she might do to me for revenge. Dina said, "That works out well, because each of the girls bought one item along to start a collection of spanking tools. Let me go an get what I found to put them all in." She left the room and returned moments later with a small trash can, all pink and decorated with cartoon animals. Taped to it was a hand-lettered sign that said WEAPONS OF ASS DESTRUCTION. Dina set it on the coffee table and reached in to take out her own contribution, a long wooden kitchen spoon. The other ladies began to open their bags and produce their own offerings. There were a riding crop, sorority paddle, wide leather belt, ping pong paddle, and a cat o' nine tails. I gaped at them with my mouth hanging open. Audrey bent down to put her fingers under my chin and manually shut my jaws. My EX-girlfriend gave me a lopsided smile and said, "I think each of the girls should pick one of those toys that someone else came up with and try it out on you." She crossed the room and got a wooden chair, brought it to where I was kneeling, and explained, "I can sit on this and you can put yourself over my lap... Katy." I hugged myself and blubbered quietly with fear. Audrey put her wide bottom on the seat, grabbed me by the hair, and tugged me up from the floor, simultaneously dragging me across her broad thighs. All I could say was, "P... please..." Audrey said, "Did you hear that girls? Katy's pleading for us to do it. What a pervert. And he wouldn't even get up here by himself. He WANTED me to have to force him." There was more laughter and then the selecting of spanking implements. When each of them had one, my bride topped off all their glasses and poured a one for Audrey. They all toasted to my impending abuse and the reddening of my backside. Before anyone began they each held their instrument of choice before my eyes and sent me an air kiss. I got the impression that they had arranged it by the expected severity of each spanking item, from mildest to most devastating. They lined up behind me. And then they began. Before the first one was finished I was kicking my feet and wailing, tears threatening to spill down my cheeks. My bottom was on fire and there was so much more yet to come. By the third of them I was crying uncontrollably, throwing my head from side to side, and yet maintaining my Katy voice. Audrey held me easily with one hand on the small of my back, the other around a wrist to pull one of my arms behind me, so that my involuntary struggling cost me added pain. By the time the last of them was done, I was a sobbing sniveling wreck, the agony in my butt cheeks penetrating deeply and, I was certain, going to last many hours. Then Audrey surprised me by letting go and standing abruptly, dumping me in a heap at her feet. She sneered at me and said, "I wonder if there's anything in MY handbag that might fit into your dirty fantasies, Katy. Why don't you crawl over to where I left it and bring it to me... lover." With my rump blazing and the additional sting of being reminded that we had once been in a relationship that I unfeelingly ended, I crawled to her bag, in front of everybody. There were comments about the impressive job they had done of recoloring my sore ovals. With an effort I stopped crying, but couldn't halt my sniffles. I reached the bag and one of the other women hung it by the strap over the back of my neck. Looking ridiculous, I returned to my waiting tormentor. She took the bag off my neck and slowly opened it, in no hurry to end my nervous suspense. Audrey nodded as her hand stopped moving. She slowly produced what she had brought. There were vocalizations of happy surprise all around the room. From me there was only a worried moan. Audrey held up a long thick dildo attached to a strap-on harness. I goggled at it, hoping that it was only meant to scare me, not to actually be used. As she stood up and began to fasten it to her, that hope vanished. My own wife helped her with the straps, even giving the plastic member a few suggestive tugs to make sure it was secure. Audrey said to me, "Don't look so sad, Katy dear." She rummaged around in her copious bag again and found a bottle of chili pepper oil. "I have something to lube it up with." I spontaneously began to tremble and whimper. My wife suggested that we all move into the bedroom. Dina said, "It's not a big room. It will be a tight fit." They caught her double meaning and one of them added, "I'm sure we can jam the whole thing... I mean all of us... inside." Audrey snapped her fingers at me and said, "Don't bother getting up, Katy. You're going to be in that position anyway." Frightened and humiliated, I crawled after her. Even in those extreme circumstances I wasn't able to take my eyes off her queen-size rolling bottom. It was so emotionally strenuous being in prolonged chastity, having to see my gorgeous wife every evening, being her bedroom slave, and having her tease me with her talented hands and the lascivious suggestions she made that my locked state made impossible to carry out. In the bedroom Audrey had me climb up onto the bed without getting to my feet. The women crowded around to witness my sissy defloration. All of them held wineglasses and an air of celebration prevailed, though not for me. Audrey had also brought along a pair of latex gloves to protect her hands as she liberally coated the eight inch, rigid cock. If she was afraid to get the chili oil on her skin, what would it do my sensitive internal tissues? I moved forward until I was at the head of the bed. Dina took my pillow -- she loved to have me in bed next to her every night, so she could tantalize me with her body, as well as keeping me available to serve her -- and pushed it under my face, pressed my chin down onto it, and patted my head. My wife told me, "Use the pillow if you need it." I tried to figure out what she meant as Audrey got onto the mattress behind me and inched forward into position. I glanced back and saw her artificial phallus bobbing, watched her join her hands over her head and shake them like a fighter signaling confidence. As I turned my face away from her I felt the tip of the dildo bump against my nether tightness. She leaned in and it pressed harder. Audrey gripped my hips and shoved with her pelvis, driving the head of the faux cock past my clenching ring. I howled at the shock and pain, and seconds later felt the chili oil begin to do its job. All at once my bottom was on fire outside and in. She planted several more inches in my ass and I instinctively buried my face in the pillow, like a reluctant virgin bride on her wedding night. Audrey crammed more of the plastic rammer into me and I bit the pillow to keep from shrieking. That was what my wife had placed it there for. "Ha," said Dina. "My sissy husband is a real pillow biter. He must be loving this." Other voices joined hers. "I'm sure this is what he was craving all along." "Now he'll want it all the time." "And the way he's loving that hot oil shows you he's into being hurt, too." NO, NO, NO. They were painting a false picture of me. But I was in no condition to contradict them. I was horrified that they were going to establish their scenario and then make me live it. Even those thoughts, however, were driven out of my head by the sheer disgrace of being used that way and the agony of having my ass stretched and burned at the same time. Audrey laughed, dug her fingers into my soft flesh, and increased her tempo. I was being ass raped and she was loving it. Dina brought her face close to mine, grinning madly. She was loving it. The other women cheered my attacker. They were loving it. The assault went on for at least fifteen more minutes, until I was alternately bawling and pillow munching. Not until I had been broken physically, mentally and emotionally did she at last stop. Someone had fetched her glass and gave it to her. She raised it high and the others did the same. Audrey called out, "To settling scores with ex-boyfriends who dumped you." Dina added, "And husbands who cheated on you. The scales have been balanced." The dildo was unhurriedly withdrawn and all the women left the room. I lay there blubbering. About a half hour later, after I had calmed down somewhat, Dina came into the room. She sat alongside me and pulled my miniature skirt down over my pain-stricken rear end. Her hand went to my shoulder and patted it. "I really did mean what I said at the end," she told me. "About the score being balanced. You've paid for your cheating. So now I won't have to keep you in chastity anymore. Or make you dress up like a girl. You've earned your freedom." "Really?" I was delighted. "And we can have sex again?" "Of course, darling. I'll do all sorts of wonderful things for you, to demonstrate that there are no hard feelings." "Th... thank you." "There is one minor problem, though," she said, not making it sound like anything serious. "You see, just before Audrey left we were talking and I had gotten out the key to your chastity. You know, to unlock you. Well, she saw it and got thoughtful. She looked troubled. I asked her what was the matter and she said that, even though I felt better, she still had a lot of issues to resolve with you. The fact that her plowing your ass didn't solve all that told me how much you had damaged her. So we came up with an arrangement." When she didn't finish her though I cautiously asked, "W... what arrangement?" "Oh," my bride said blithely. "Nothing much. I gave her the key and she'll hold onto it until she feels everything between you two had been worked out. Of course, that means that you and I won't be able to have all that great sex I wanted to give you. But you'll still be able to take care of my needs with that talented mouth of yours. And since you're not going to be able to resume your role as a man in the bedroom, it only makes sense to have you still be Katy instead of Kurt whenever you're home. And during the daytime keep wearing cute girly panties and such under your boy clothes. So that's the way it will be." "B... but... for how long?" "That's the good news. Audrey believes you two will only need a short time to deal with your past. So once or twice a week she'll come around to have a get-together with you, so you can try to earn her forgiveness. Help her work out some anger issues she has about the way you treated her. How long will it take? She said something about... what was it?... three to five years." "That's like... forever." Dina leaned over me and put one hand on my chastity, rolling it under her palm. Her other hand went to my chest and she began toying with one of my nipples. I was instantly aroused, and just as quickly reminded of the power that being in chastity gave whoever held my key. I squirmed my hips and clenched my hands into impotent fists. Looking along the length of my hairless smooth body I saw again that midriff-baring top, embarrassingly short skirt, and glaringly bright stockings, along with the flashy shoes. I had a strange thought. I wondered if my wife was already trying to think up an even more shameful outfit for me to wear. Then I looked at her expression and decided she probably was doing exactly that. *********