Sharing the Cuckold's Chastity

A short and true story.  It takes a very high level of trust to share certain things... 

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“Can you guess what hotel we’re in?”

The text from Her Lover posed the question.  It was around 4 in the afternoon, the sun shining on the city skyline.  They were likely at the Crowne Plaze just a few blocks from their offices.

 

It was also the sight where the three of us had met a few months earlier.  Sitting in the hotel’s lobby bar, I had to humble myself and ask Him to make love to my Wife.  She’d obviously prepped Him ahead of time and not surprisingly He asked me why.  I told him about my inability to please Her during “regular” sex and once again, He wanted more information.  One question led to another and before long I went through all of my sexual inadequacies.

After extracting more than His pound of flesh, He glanced Her way and She reached into Her purse and took out “the key” and handed it to Him.

“He has a key now” She said.  “Don’t worry.  It’s not THE key.  I still have mine.  But now, you have another keyholder.”

In an instant, my chastity cage felt much tighter. 

Now months later, He was with my wife in a room at the same hotel, doing exactly what I had asked Him to do.

Love,

sissy terrie 💘

A Tribute to Sissy Wives

It happens to be a beautiful Saturday morning here in the desert southwest.  Mistress is at the gym and I'm here in my apron taking a break from housework.  I'm sure I'm not the only sissy wife or submissive husband, hubwife or significant other who's spending their Saturday morning in a state of domestic bliss.  In fact, I KNOW I'm not 😏

Across America and the world there have to be countless males who, each Saturday or some other designated day of the week, are tasked with what years ago was always considered "women's" work.  Most of us are only happy to accept the responsibility and take it very seriously.

Of course, we're also thrilled to doing our work in pretty aprons...

Some are prettier and more feminine than others.  Others simple but equally effective at putting us into the proper mood.

Some may not even opt for an apron, choosing a more fashionable and less dowdy appearance...

I do take ownership of the kitchen - "This is my space!"  But even when I'm in a dress and wearing my pearl necklace, I usually wear an apron.  It's one of those garments that enhances my femininity...

So kudos and a shout out to all the sissy wives out there who help make so many households run smoothly and keep their homes neat and tidy and most importantly, the Women In Charge happy.

We're proud of our roles, and our homes!

 

Love,

sissy wife terrie 💓

The Chastity Alternative

Awhile ago we enjoyed a multi part short story "A Different Kind of Chastity" written by Nancy.  Here's a similar story you might enjoy....

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"We've had this conversation before" Mary told her subdued and embarrassed husband.  "Your nasty little habit is simply out of control."

Tim stood there in front of his wife very humbled.  He'd tried to explain to her why he masturbated so frequently.  His sexual fantasies about Mary (so he said) were such a distraction that he couldn't focus on his work.  Masturbation was the only answer.

"So what was the reason this morning.  It's Saturday.  It's a three day weekend.  Yet you still played with yourself didn't you?" Mary asked pointedly.

How did she know Tim thought to himself, trying to think of a response.  There wasn't time for one...

"Don't think I can't tell when you've played with yourself.  Your whole demeanor changes and you could care less about me" she said with her voice raised an octave or two and her anger very evident.  "I'm done with it."  

"Look I'm sorry" Tim said.  "What can I do to make up for it.  I know I can stop it."

"No you can't.  Don't bullshit me.  I'm tired of it.  I think it's time to lock you up.  You wanted me to put you in chastity before for play well, I want to do it now for real" she said. "We're going to order one today."

"I know I said that but....I don't think I can..." Tim started to say before Mary cut him off.

"Zip it.  I'm tired of listening to you.  Get your sorry ass into the bedroom" Mary said as she walked by him and headed up the stairs.

Tim knew what was to follow.  Mary certainly wasn't Tim's "Fantasy Domme" but one thing she did enjoy was putting him over her lap and administering spankings with either her bare hand, a hair brush or a paddle.  Tim enjoyed most of the time.  It was times like these he feared.  She was angry and he was about to pay for it.  He followed her up the stairs.

When they got to the bedroom Mary stood by the bed and with her hands on her hips looked straight at Tim and said "Strip down and put it on."

Laying on the bed was what tome thought was a pair of women's panties.  As he moved closer he saw that it was a panty girdle.  

"Off with trousers and silly panties and PUT IT ON!" she said firmly.

Tim obediently took off his slacks, put the on the chair and lowered his panties.  He was afraid to turn around and face Mary because his cock was starting to get erect.  

"Well, what are you waiting for?" she said.  Tim turned and began to walk towards the bed.  "Look at you.  You should be ashamed of. yourself.  You actually like this don't you?"  

Tim said nothing.  She was right.  The sterner she became with him the more he got aroused.  He picked up the girdle and started to put it on.  By the time he had started to pull the tight fitting brief up his legs, he was fully erect, afraid that he'd have one of his stupid "accidents."

"Hurry before you mess again.  It's probably a good thing you masturbated this morning isn't it?  You'd have lost control by now.  Quick.  Get it on and tuck that little thing between your legs" she yelled at Tim and let out a laugh. 

He almost lost it when the material of the panty girdle slid against his erect penis.  Thank goodness he hadn't.

"Now take your shirt and socks off and pose for me.  Hands on your sides.  Cross your legs a little" Mary said.  Tom took his socks and shirt off, placed them on the chair then turned and posed for Mary.  Before he knew it, she'd snapped a picture with her phone.

"Perfect!"  Mary exclaimed as she showed Tim the picture.  "You're to wear girdle every day.  We're both working from home now and I'm going to check on you regularly.  I have two others just like this and I'm going to by more.  That will carry us over until we get a chastity cage."

"Yes Mary" was all that time said.  Humbled and humiliated, not so much by the panty girdle but by Mary's words and how she knew all about his masturbation habits.

"The picture I took will also serve as a deterrent for you.  Or maybe a motivator, depending on how you want to look at it.  Now go stand in the corner.  I'll be back in a little while" she said.  "Don't think you're getting away with this without a spanking."

Tim moved to the corner feeling silly in nothing but the panty girdle, fearing the spanking that was to come as well as what Mary could do with that picture.

Love,

sissy terrie

Thick Thursdays

Most of my readers know of my fondness for women with curves or as many of their admirers refer to them - BBW's.  These Big Beautiful Women have always fascinated me but I haven't always made my true feelings known.

Thursdays is always a good day to celebrate the beauty of these "thicker" women...

 ...and to feature the pretty things they wear.

It also serves to remind my readers of my fondness for then, just in case you've forgotten.

Love,

sissy terrie 💓

Sissy Boarding School

Today's post is courtesy of Kevin (aka Karen) whose wife just recently officially made him/her a sissy cuckold.  Karen wrote the very first post for this blog at my request.  We had corresponded a few times and when I told her I was thinking of starting a blog and described what themes I wanted to feature, she volunteered to write a short story for me.  I hadn't heard much from her after that until two days ago when she sent me this little vignette, complete with pictures!   I hope you enjoy and I hope Karen continues to contribute when she can.

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    "First year students get the most basic of our rooms.  They're comfortable but simple.  If you get through your freshman year, next year's room will have more amenities" the dean of students said to Karen.  Her name was Ms. Smith.  She had a very pleasant smile but with an authoritative way about her.  "As you would expect gurls in their junior and senior years have the nicest rooms."

    Kevin's mother had decided upon this particular boarding school when she grew tired of catching Kevin rummaging through her things as well as his older sisters too many times.  As a single parent with a full time job, Kevin was becoming a little too much to handle. 

    "Get yourself settled.  Ms. Johnson will be stopping by later to issue you your uniform for class tomorrow and something for you to wear for dinner tonight" Ms. Smith said.  "Any questions?"

    "No ma'am" Karen said.  Ms. Smith just smiled, turned away and walked out of the room.

    The room was certainly not what Karen was used to.  Very tidy, feminine and totally void of any "maleness" like his room back home.  Though Karen had an affinity for girly things his room had all the markings of fourteen year old boy, with pictures of his favorite sports heroes on the wall and other boy things scattered about.  

    Everything in this room seemed so feminine with shades of pink everywhere and all types of little dainty things.  The twin bed in the middle of the room looked comfortable but Karen had a hard time imagining living here for four years.

    Despite its simplicity the room had a lovely view of the school's beautiful grounds.  Karen's room overlooked a lovely flower garden with brick pathways, grassy areas, bird baths and nice looking garden furniture.  It all seemed very peaceful and serene.  In the distance were lots of trees, fields and rolling hills.  "Kevin" was going to miss baseball and other sports.  There didn't seem to be any athletic fields in sight at all.

    Karen walked around the room.  At least there was a private bathroom even though it was pretty small.  She noticed it didn't have a shower and sitting on top of the toilet was a little tent card with the reminder: "Remember to take your seat!"   "There will be no standing to pee.  Ever." she remembered Ms. Smith saying downstairs in the large common living room of the dorm just after Karen kissed her mom goodbye earlier that afternoon.  It was all starting to be a bit overwhelming.

    Karen would make the best of it she thought as she put her small bag of personal belongings on the bed.  New students had received specific instructions of what to bring with them.  Other than the clothes on they wore when they arrived, the only other clothing items they were to bring were three pairs of simple white cotton panties.  Everything else was to be provided by the school.

    As she sat on the bed Karen looked around and decided to take a look inside the closet in the corner of the room.  It was wider that the one she had at home, with two doors that opened away from each other.  She opened the doors to discover the most beautiful collection of feminine finery in pretty pastels that she had ever seen.

    She couldn't believe what she saw.  How in the world was a school like this going to help her break what her mom called "this nasty habit of yours"????  As she ran her hands across the collection of pretty dresses, gowns and petticoats she couldn't help but feel the stirring in her loins...

To be continued.

Karen

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Messy Memories

I've been in chastity for more than six years.  At least for us, it's worked out very well.  It certainly isn't for everyone and it takes effort on both parties, the key holder and the party who's locked.

I still have very fond memories of the days when I wasn't in some type of cage.  Slipping into a pretty pair of panties would often lead to a slow and sensual arousal.  Often I couldn't control myself, have an "accident" and have to change into another pair of panties.

 Chastity changed all that.  Over the past six years those "accidents" have been a very rare occurrence.

Love,

 

sissy terrie 👄

Not So Lazy Sunday

 It was a lazy Sunday all around.  Slept in a little before getting up to make coffee for Mistress then took my shower and dressed in a typical sissy wife fashion.  I snuck outside to pick up the Sunday paper in the driveway to deliver it to Mistress with a fresh cup of coffee.  It was a very nice way to start the day.

There weren't many chores for me to do this particular Sunday.  Mistress was in Her home office catching up on some work.   It was early in the afternoon  when I sought and received Her permission to go upstairs and take a nap in the guest bedroom I usually stay in when Her lover is around.

I stripped down to just my bra and panties, lay down on the big fluffy bed and started to day dream about some of my sissy fantasies.   Just as I started to doze off I thought I heard Mistress calling me...

"Terrie...would you please get down here."

At first, I thought it was part of my dream.  Half asleep, I started to roll over onto my tummy.

"Terrie!  Get down here" Mistress called again.

Her call wasn't part of any dream.  She was indeed calling me.  I got out of bed to go downstairs.  

"Terrie!!!!" came the call.  "I want you down here NOW!"

I went downstairs as fast as I could.

A girl's gotta do what a girls gotta do!

Love,

sissy terrie 👄