Masturbation leads to Servitude and Humiliation

Standing naked, my arms are stretched above my head, and my hands are cuffed and attached to the stairwell that leads to my wife's basement. I am stretched to the point where my bare feet are standing on tiptoes on the cold basement floor, and I have a blindfold and dildo-gag in my mouth. The only other apparatus I'm wearing is a chastity belt, which has been securely in place for three months. This is a typical Friday night. I am usually required to remain in this position for six to eight hours, unless she stays the night with him.

On Friday nights, my wife places me in this position, dresses in a sexy outfit, and prepares for her date. I am put in my place.

Since the first time my wife caught me masturbating, which she equates to cheating on our marriage, I have been locked in a chastity belt, and I have become her household maid and sexual slave. Also, I am rapidly being transformed into a slim, demure, feminine slave who is available to serve and service anyone whom she chooses.

I never considered masturbation as being unfaithful, but my wife had very different and strong ideas on the subject. My simple masturbation cracked open and spawned her dominant role in our relationship. Now, I do all of her bidding, without question, unless I desire to be out on the street with nothing. She is an attorney, and everything is legally hers. She tied-up all the legal knots to give herself complete leverage and control, which is reinforced through chastity and discipline.

Each holiday is met with great anticipation and anxiety, for these are opportunities for her to humiliate me, put me in my place, and assert her feminine authority.

For example, Labor Day is a day marked with extreme labor for me. Actually, the whole Labor Day weekend is a time wherein I am loaned out to female friends of hers for housecleaning duties. I am dressed in high-heels, a French-maids outfit, makeup, hose, wig, makeup, and long, false-red fingernails.

At Thanksgiving, I serve as a formal maid to prepare and serve the Thanksgiving Dinner.

At Halloween, it is something very feminine, different, and humiliating every year.

At Christmas, I am maid to stand as a bound, human Christmas tree for all of her guests to decorate and sit around.

Chastity reinforces these acts, and I willfully comply. Since my wife discovered my masturbation and stopped it with chastity, she has feminized me through hormone therapy, strict diet and exercise, all body hair shaved, and feminine behavior dress and lessons.

My macho attitude has been forever destroyed, and I am now a sweet, demure male slave to my wife. The most decisive step my wife has taken with me to crush my macho attitude and prove that she is in control of my sexuality has been though requiring me to provide oral service to other males..

I never imagined such a thing, being raised as a macho deer hunter in Texas. I have now been made to orally please two men of her choosing.

On my knees, dressed in very feminine attire with full makeup, fixed hair, nails, and heels, I have been made to entertain two different men-two different evenings-with my mouth. The first time I was maid to put a penis in my mouth was unbearable and humiliating. He was so big, and it was my job to make him satisfied, the way I used to be satisfied before she discovered my masturbation. If only I had been mature enough to retrain myself and rely on her very feminine charms. Now, I've been maid to become the charming female for her men. The high-heel shoe has been put on the other foot.

When will I have release? Who knows? It is entirely at her discretion, and I am penalized and punished severely every time I even hint at release.

What is a girl to do but submissively comply in hopes that one day she will be restored to manhood. I know that she will never allow it, for only men have this very nasty habit-a nasty habit that has lead to my servitude and humiliation.

My wife is a very sweet, beautiful, intelligent, and resourceful lady. She knows my weaknesses, and she has exploited them to her advantage. I am her panty slave forever, secured by legal maneuvering, chastity, strict control, and many, many compromising pictures that are locked away forever, much like my penis.

My wife has now instructed me to submit this story and get dressed in my nightgown for bed, for tomorrow, I will need to get myself looking pretty for Jeff, my date for tomorrow night. He is not interested in a relationship-just oral pleasure. I must look pretty for him, or she will deny relief for another three months. What a difference that has been made in my life.

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