I woke up this morning. Showered and went straight into my chastity cage, stockings and suspenders, knickers, short skirt, bra, blouse and makeup. Not too fancy, just everyday femme clothes. To sit at the computer and work.

All goes well but dressed this way I'm constantly reminded of why I'm a fetishistic transvestite. The feel of the stockings on my waxed legs and silk of the knickers on my butt and the tightness of the bra straps and fabric against my nipples all work together to arouse me. The thought of the last time I was knelt in front of a woman with a strap-on and fellating her phallus, will enter my head and then I'll swell in my cock cage. It'll be deliciously uncomfortable, until I focus and concentrate on work again and my clit shrinks back to becoming distraction free.

This will happen a few times until my clit is leaking pre-cum from it's cage, my knickers are wet from it and I have to clean up the mess and change my knickers because there is so much pre-cum it's run onto my thighs.

As long as I can then stop thinking about some tall Amazonian femdom commanding me to suck her strap-on or bending me over a table to turn my guts inside out with her oversized fake cock, then I can make it through the day and be productive with my work. But often the clothes again prove the fetishistic trait. And feeling the chiffon of my blouse or the lipstick on my mouth with make my mind wander and I’ll suddenly be thinking about a nice long make out session with another crossdresser or a sissy with us both dressed in pink maids outfits kissing and rubbing our caged clits together. Then it becomes so difficult to focus again. There is more pre-cum. I get hot and flustered and so aroused that it becomes a never ending circle of stimulation, which drives more erotic thoughts.

Controlling this can be on a knife edge because it’s such a wonderful feeling of eroticism and arousal. The temptation is to uncage and masturbate to release. Then I’ll be able to re-focus and continue the day un-distracted. But that’s a temporary measure because the feelings from being en-femme only build again. And it means I have no control over myself and my temperament. So I’ll try and resist. Resist the thoughts of kneeling in front of an Alpha stud and pulling his jeans down to reveal a huge uncut cock that I can rub against my face before kissing the tip and then making him hard in mouth. Spitting on it playing and sucking his heavy balls one and then the other. Until he’s jerking his thick hard cock against my upturned face smudging my makeup and getting ready to unload a shower of sperm over and into my open mouth and willing tongue.

Even writing this now I’m straining against my cock cage and leaking cum. So I’ll calm down and exert that control over myself and try to convince myself that I can be a good girl and focus. Most of the time this works and I can get to lunch and beyond without any physical sexual activity. But sometimes a little tip over the edge comes out of nowhere and the shit hits the fan.

It could be a message from another user on ImageFap or Reddit calling me a “faggot homosexual” or a “sissy cumrag”, “a gay cock whore” and that’s too much. Getting those kind of unbidden messages makes my head swim, I feel dizzy and it practically makes me cum in my cage.

My two favourite realistic dildos will come out. One for my faggotgina and the other for my painted whore lipped mouth and I’ll be thinking about being on my back wrapping my arms and legs around that alpha stud as he pins me down, slaps me and relentlessly fucks me into another dimension, melting my mind until I’m nothing but his devoted ditsy faggot bitch. I’ll fantasise all this whilst fucking myself to a full body sissygasm shaking all over as every drop of cum is milked from my caged cock into a pool of dripping mess coating everything in its way.

That hasn’t happened today. But there is still time!