Sissy for life
�Oh don’t be such a baby, Steffie,� my wife said, pausing while putting on her lipstick. �It’s not like you even use the silly little things anymore.�I had come upstairs to the bedroom with the boots I’d just polished. Her boyfriend Max would be by shortly to take her out for the evening and there I was the obedient house-husband helping her get ready, just like a good chastity sissy should.�But�but twice a month�� Diana turned from the mirror and I felt my breath catch. God, she was beautiful....