Her Sissy Again

The pressure from my inverted chastity cage kept my mind off the fact that my wife was out with another man again. As I sit here chained to the spare bed, dressed in frilly pink silk pajamas, i wonder how we got back here. I've been my wife's sissy again for 3 months. Locked in this new, much more restrictive cage without an orgasm and teased daily for 3 months. But how did i fall back into to this role?

You see, a year ago we decided to give this all up. After nearly divorcing over her last boyfriend, we chose to stop cuckolding, sissy play, anything taboo and repair our marriage. This time with me as the leading man, and her my loving wife. Faced with losing the only life I knew for the last 15 years, it was an easy choice to make. I've been manly plenty of times before, surely I could do this for my wife.

And so for the last year, we have had a picturesque marriage. I had quickly grown to love coming home after work, spending the evening with my wife. Having mind blowing sex with this incredibly sexy woman that chose me in life. The feeling of not having a cage squeezing me all day at work, not wondering if someone will notice I am wearing panties has been wonderful. Eliminating the nights of staying home with overwhelming angst while my wife stayed at another man's house has been a relief. But it wasn't always this way.

We met in our 20's, and hit it off immediately. She is 5'10", 145, with and to this day still has a toned body that she works at routinely. I've never had trouble getting around with woman, but when I met her, I knew she was the one. The one catch, I have always been a closet sissy, with perverse fantasies. BDSM, feminization, humiliation, cuckolding, i could go on. She wouldn't be the first one I would share this with. But did I want to risk it with her? Not long into it, I decided that I had to. Afterall, I have always been like this. When I finally decided to tell her who I really was, I got dressed up in cute silky lingerie, came into the room, and told her we had to talk. I was so nervous, I really thought she would run. Except she didn't. She stared at me and took it all in with a slight smirk, and finally said "Ok, lets talk!".

We talked for hours where i poured my heart out about who I was and what i wanted in a relationship. She was hesitant on some things, especially cuckolding. But the dressing and the chastity were highlights for her. She would go on to tell me that she's always loved watching gay porn, and wanted to try being with a woman, and that being with someone like me could help her sort of live out her fantasies. And she loved the idea of chastity, as she put it, "I don't want you touching yourself when I am not around. It's my job to get you off." I was so relieved, so excited, and more in love than I already thought I was.

Over the years, I would slowly direct our sex life to the extreme side of my fantasies. She noticed how helpful I was when I hadn't come for a few days, and how eager I was to lick her to orgasm after orgasm, and so she started keeping me locked and horny longer. When she would finally let me out to satisfy her need for dick, I would come way too fast. Eventually I would work dirty cuckold talk into our playtime, and slowly she started to join in. Then i started to refer to myself in humiliating ways, and offer up ideas for her to humiliate me. She gradually took to some of it, but not as much as I craved. It was quite normal for me to be dressed most nights at home fairly early on. One night, she told me she got a new toy, a strap on, and she wanted to try it out. So after getting myself ready, she tied me to the bed and started teasing me. Rubbing my very sensitive nipples, talking dirty to me, getting me real worked up. Then she started to lube her toy up and rub my hole with the tip. The first time she fucked me, changed her view of me. During that fucking, her dirty talk had brought her to call me her sissy fag husband, which would be a normal part of dirty talk going forward.

Eventually, she admitted she needed dick, and she couldn't rely on me for that at this point. She had told me that someone around town is always flirting with her, and she would like to be able to chat with him. I couldnt agree fast enough. She would go on to fuck him with me tied and dressed watching for a few months. But we struggled to figure out how to make cuckolding work for us. By the time we started our separation, I was completely removed from her sex with other men. Only getting bits and pieces of details while she begrudgingly teased my nipples or sat on my face for a bit after dates.

Our 13 year journey was filled with amazing real life moments. And typical marital problems. Our sex life was no different. So many ups and downs with all our kinks. She had developed a love hate relationship with what we did. Me, I had grown a deep need for more. We would slowly create a divide that would nearly break us.

Her final boyfriend had wowed her so much, at a time she was contemplating leaving me anyway, that she would ultimately make that decision and crush me. Why was I so blind to what was happening? Because she made the cuckold game so amazingly intense, that I thought we had finally figured it out. I suddenly had strict rules. I was left locked 24/7. My bixers had been taken and was left only my panties to wear every day. I was given chore lists. She was gone every weekend, and a night mid week. My life had become like all the stories I read and I couldn't be happier. Until I she told me the only reason she did that was because she knew I was too dumb to catch on to her true intentions if she played my game perfectly. It would take 3 months before we finally sat down and agreed to give marriage one more shot. Only this time without all the kink.

So how did I end up a sissy left at home while my wife is on a date again...