Thursday, January 2, 2014

Updates from a revived panty boy

Yes, the message in the title is true, but I will get to the details on that soon enough. A lot has happened since my last blog entry, both in the vanilla world as you probably know with the holidays and all, but also with my bedside persona as junior hubby. Let me give you the breakdown.

UPDATE 1: Obviously, when I last left you, I was put into my first steel chastity device, The Birdcage. Unfortunately, chastity is put on hold as of now. It seems ironic considering we had just gotten the device, but things have always gone in cycles for us. My wife has become somewhat bored with it and has shown no indications of going back for the time being. Saddled with a piece of steel on my genitals for a good amount of time, I was in no mood to ruin this renewed sense of freedom. I'm sure I will be back in my cage soon enough anyway.

UPDATE 2: Upon my first orgasm date after wearing the birdcage, my wife let me unload inside her as my pathetic attempt at fucking was pretty much over before it began. Like always. So nothing new there. But being told I was allowed a break from the cage, I was left with a dangerous situation because I had absolutely no self control.

That night, I woke up hours later with a raging boner. Even though I had just come, I was as horny as I had been in a very long time. I couldn't keep the thoughts out of my head. I started to rub the underside of my penis like it was a clit while thinking of men who are cuckolded and feminized. I thought about the primal thrill of an alpha male infiltrating the sanctity of marriage and taking over as the wife's primary lover while also forcing the husband into a female role. I came quickly and drifted back to sleep.

When I woke up that morning, I was still horny and decided to diddle myself with the same sissy thoughts as before and achieve orgasm for the third time in that stretch. That is when I realized I had no control and needed to cum as much as possible. I masturbated a couple more times within the next day or two. I was starting to get back that feeling of sexual satisfaction, yet it never fully returned. I decided I should stop and get a hold of myself. So that relief of sexual pressure coupled with the fact that I had little to blog about has kept me from writing as long as I have.

UPDATE 3: A couple weeks ago, I was having playtime with my wife. I was wearing some silky panties and we were making out. This led to both me performing oral sex on her and using the Hitachi until she came. I wasn't allowed to come that time. Instead, she played with my pantied penis with her foot. The wet spot was evident and I had to pull back for fear of having an accident. During the post-coital embrace, my wife was lightly petting my hardon through the silk. I told her I loved wearing panties for her. She said she knew. It was obvious. I then asked her if I could have some more silky pairs for everyday wear. She laughed and said yes. Then she told me to get up and do some chores.

Later that day, we went panty shopping. She bought me a few bikini style silky pairs in different shades of pink. And once we got home, she told me to put some new ones on immediately. I remarked that she was quick with that order, and she told me that since I liked to wear panties so much, she was going to make me wear them all the time. I asked her what she meant, and she told me that she was going to take away all of my male underwear. This came as sort of a shock. I had often worn panties for my wife as anyone who reads my blog knows, but I have never before been prohibited from wearing male underwear permanently. And I knew it was real the first time a situation came up. We had to spend the night at a family member's house during Christmas and I asked if I could wear my boxers there. And she said no in a way that suggested she was angry that I tested her authority.

After all that I've been through, it is still a weird feeling knowing that I only own women's underwear now. I know this digs at the root of all panty boys' fantasies, and mine too. But there is something to be said for reality hitting you in the face. How am I going to act with my friends, or other people in general, now that I'm wearing something girly underneath not by choice but at the direction of my dominant wife? I realize nobody else knows as long as I play it safe, but just knowing what they would think if they did know will definitely pull at my strings.

On the other hand, keeping in mind the erotic feeling of not being in control of it has heightened my libido. I don't know if it's the sensational feel of the fabric or the idea behind it, but I am constantly horny. The attention I've been paying to my wife is not helping me if I did want to go back. Just like chastity play and not letting me see her boobs for years at a time, if she sees the benefits of having a full-time panty boy, this may not just be a game, but the norm.

And truthfully, I don't think I'm ready for that yet. The problem with that is, it's out of my hands now.

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