I am an obedient pussyboy and sissy. In my journey of self understanding I have progressed from occasional chastity, to now being in permanent chastity and panties. I have learned to embrace my role as a submissive spouse and cuckold to my wife and mistress. I acknowledge my role by accepting not only the cage and panties, but also her physical discipline. I typically receive her strapon 1-2 times a week. I am also now fully bi trained to suck cock, swallow cum and put my ass up for her lovers. Over the past couple of years, with the full support and training of my Mistress, I have gone from a heterosexual betasexual male to fully broken in and accepting cuckold cum slut. I appreciate chat and welcome messages from like-minded people in the lifestyle. Please address me as Susie.
She starts you off with a pair of blue panties because, as she says, “It’s a good boy color.”
You’re surprised at how delighted she is with your playful new arrangement, and maybe she’s a little surprised herself.
You go along with the fun from time to time, dipping into your naughty little stash for a night or even a weekend when she’s feeling saucy.
One day you realize that it’s Monday and you’re still locked up, still in your panties. She keeps up the banter and you keep up your end of the bargain, because you do love it when she calls you a “good boy.” She starts to make comments about how plump and full your “ballies” are getting and how nice your ass looks in panties…in your panties.
Then she sits you down for what is clearly about to be a serious conversation. She tells you how much she likes this state of affairs, likes what a good boy you are in your cage and your panties. Did you imagine it, or did she linger ever so slightly over the word “your”? She seemed to relish it, as if she wanted you to note that cage and panties are indeed now yours.
Suddenly your head is swimming, and somewhere in there you hear the word “permanent.”
You realize that, whatever color you’re wearing, this is how she wants you now…how she sees you now. Little by little, it all just slipped away, and now it dawns on you that you have no idea where the key is, and the conversation is now in the past tense.
You’ve been caged and pantied.