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From the age of 14 I began experimenting wearing ladies knickers
and tights, in fact the very first time I ever orgasm was wearing a pair of
tights. It developed over the years to fully cross-dressing; the urge to
masturbate went away and was replaced with the feelings that I should have been
born female.
I labelled myself transgendered for years seeking help from
doctors and taking female hormones bought from the internet. During this time I
found an abundance of men happy to fuck me, they all claimed to be straight
males. I think they were more confused than me during this time of my life.
It took till I was 42 years old to move on from my
transgendered life style, I do still all ways wear female knickers, tights and
stockings. She is happy buying me female lingerie when we are out in town. I have only ever told my wife of the
transgender lifestyle and she has fully accepted it as part of me.
Around four years ago we started experimenting with chastity
at first I was locked for a day or two; I’m now locked all the time which
includes while at work or even trips to the doctors, she holds the only key to
my metal cage.
Our chastity is all about her taking control in the bed room
and of course controlling my ability to orgasm. There are no tasks to complete
or orders to obey for me to earn release, everything relies on her whims.
In bed she takes what she needs, very rarely will she allow
me to orgasm, I’m never allowed to cum in her. I love being abused this way,
being used and taken whenever she likes. She chose a chastity device which was
easy for her to take off and fit, so she is fully able to unlock me, use me and
then replace the cage.
She gets sex how she likes it and whenever she wants it; I’m
classed as a living dildo having no interest in sharing orgasms during her sex.
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