My wife walked into the bedroom where I was sitting on the edge of the couch, feminized, in a locked chastity cage. "This isn't what it looks like," I stammered.
She narrowed her eyes, glared at me. "Well it looks like my husband feminized himself and locked himself in a chastity cage. I guess it's something else?"
"I...I..." I stammered. "I'll go change."
"Sit down," she said, her tone firm, direct. "Where are the keys to that? I'll get them."
I looked over at the table where two small brass keys sat. My wife followed my gaze, walked over to the table and picked up the keys up.
"I...I can unlock it," I said.
She looked at me like my words made no sense. "Unlock it? Oh, we're not unlocking anything," she said, slipping the keys into her pocket.
"You should have been honest with me," she said, "but alas, you were not."
"Monica, I...I can't... Please, you...you need to let me have those keys."
"As I understand it, the longer a sissy is locked, the longer she's denied, the more submissive she becomes, the more feminine she becomes. You think you want to unlock it, but I assure you, there will come a time in the near future when you'll be some feminine, you'll beg me to keep it locked forever."
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