What She's Actually Been Doing Recently With Her Friends Is One Thing. A Friend Or Someone From My Circle

As her cuckold with a crossdress fetish, you have other responsibilities, even if you once thought you could satisfy a woman. Your own fantasies have turned you into what you've always been: a beta, a cuckold who lovingly watches real men enjoy sex with your wife. These men also manage to give her feelings you couldn't awaken in her. Over the years, she's always triggered you to come faster, and now you're out of your league. You've been given a position you've always wanted deep down, one she'll probably never be able to let you out of, and probably never will.

I've become my wife's cuckold, and I see how she's beginning to see a passionate hotwife. It just takes a bit of practice, and then it will definitely deepen a lot; we're on the right track. Be careful what you wish for, but it is as it should be, and it's good the way it is now… I love her the way she is now.

These are about the right proportions for any couple. That’s why, if you’re a short wimpy male, women have no interest in you (except as a “friend” or a simp), and why you belong with men, not women. Once you accept that, you’ll see that feminizing is the only way forward for you, unless you’re content with masturbation for the rest of your pathetic life…

…those are certainly hot thoughts. I've been fantasies about being trained by my wife to be a cuckold for a long time; I've wanted it years before our wedding. I hoped we'd find a lover for her who'd already had a vasectomy. I hadn't yet, so I would still have had to use a condom… if it had come to sex with the cuckold, he wouldn't have had to use one for contraception. Everything else, of course, would have been up to the Mistress. So, the thought isn't foreign to me, and it certainly excited me a lot in the beginning…

Well -- that didn't exactly work out the way you had hoped it would.

I stared at the receptionist’s plump tits and smooth thighs, as I waited for her to look up my account. I was feeling the restraint of my cage. All the women who worked at the clinic were smoking hot, knew it, and showed it off. This woman was no different. I had been an associate or patient you might say of the chastity clinic for years. Though I had never seen this particular woman here before. I had sent my chastity keys in for their chastity clinic. It was a three month lockup of your keys. You were giving them up for the whole three months. No questions asked. It had actually been closer to four months when I went to get mine back. I was already dreaming about jerking off to this woman when I got home. Like I said her smooth thighs sticking out of a short skirt. Plump breasts bulging in a tight top. Combined with four months of pent up sexual frustration and horniness. I was ready to blow load after load to thoughts of this woman. I was starting to really want to stick my hard cock in her warm wet holes. When she said…

“I don’t know how to tell you this. We have no record of ever having your chastity keys. Are you sure you sent them to us?”

Then she looked a little deeper. Saying…

“If you aren’t in the three month program you won’t show up. Let’s see if you are in our system elsewhere. Oh yep! There you are! You are on the three year plan. You can come back in a little over two and a half years and we’ll get them shipped out to you!”

I was shocked. I didn’t, how, why? She had said come back in two and a half years so nonchalant. Like it was no big deal my cock was in a cage. I plead with her about how horny I was. I couldn’t go two and a half more weeks. Nevermind years! I begged and begged. She assured me that even if I were due to get my keys back. I wouldn’t be getting them today anyway. As they don’t keep them there, and they’d have to be shipped.

davon träume ich schon ewig, meinen Geschmack kenne ich schon seit der Jugend also warum sollte es nicht meine reale Aufgabe werden, ich sehne mich danach.

Nur mal so angenommen...