Feminized and Trained to Serve

Six months ago, my wife put me in a dress. Now I’m locked in steel, dressed in frills, and aching to serve — to do anything Mistress commands me to.

I’ve been in chastity for six months, and my life has been endless lace and frills. When she’s not teasing me, she’s putting me to work — and counting down the days until my release. But just because I’m unlocked doesn’t mean she’s going to touch me. And as she uses her new toy, my dress bouncing around me, she tells me what we’ve both been aching to hear:

Things are just getting started.

But a toy isn’t enough for her. She wants to see how I look serving a real one. So she introduces me to Lilly — tall, stunning, and extremely well-endowed. Mistress can’t wait to see what she can do it me.

When I agreed to all of this, I had no idea what my wife had planned. But how can I say no when, deep down, I know this is what I want? And does she really mean it when she says “locked forever?”