I've accepted my fate as a cuckold for some time now. It isn't always easy.
There are two main parts that are hard. One is being locked up in a cage, unable to use my cock. I've asked many times to be let out, to have that small bit of control over my own body.
"I can't trust you, you masturbate all the time and make a mess."
"You are so much better as a husband when you are locked up. Cooperative, gentle, attentive. I like you better that way."
"Oh, you get off on it. You love it, you can't fool me."
"You cock is mine. I get to decide what to do with it."
"You don't need your cock. You aren't much of a man anyway."
"Stop annoying me while I fuck Terrell."
Those are the answers when I beg.
The second part is having to watch, or listen, while Liz fucks her boyfriends. She has about five guys she goes on dates with and brings home now, on a regular basis. One of them is my boss, Carlos. That really gets to me, because when I am at work, not only am I reminded of my subservience by the cage on my genitals, but I have to deal with the humiliation of knowing my boss is fucking my wife and do what he says.
It's getting more intense, more overwhelming. Liz has decided I am not a real man at all, and that she enjoys making me wear panties. I now have a complete set of panties along with some other nice frilly items. Liz actually took me out shopping for bras and panties, and had me try on some sheer negligee at a store. The other customers were looking at me with such pity, I wanted to just melt.
When I finally got home that day, she had me model them. Pink lace panties and the see through negligee.
"Oh, Ethan, you look great in those! Don't the feel comfortable, and much more appropriate."
"I don't like them, Liz. Please don't make me wear these all the time."
That was a mistake.
"What a perfect idea! You need to start wearing your panties all the time now. I am throwing away all those jockeys, they don't really fit your new role, do they. These lacy things are going to really help you adapt to being my sissy cuck, much, much better."
She immediately went to my drawer and started getting rid of my underwear.
The panties are large enough I can wear them comfortably, and of course I have my genitals caged the entire time.
Wearing them at work is the worst. Carlos knows, because Liz showed him last time she brought him home and spread her legs for him. She called me in to clean his cum out of her cunt when he was done and demanded that I show him my new underwear.
He laughs at work and makes little comments. I could file a sexual harassment report, but... it would be too humiliating.
So, I go on, I now wear my panties full time.
And my cock is caged, full time.
Locked away, while I watched other men plunge their cocks into my wife's pussy, ejecting their semen into her vagina or throat.
Sometimes I rather think I need to divorce Liz, but I love her too much. And... I am getting used to wearing the panties. I can live with this, if it means I get to stay with her. She is everything to me.
Last weekend she took me out and got me stocking. Lacy thigh-high stockings. I look good in them, even if it is humiliating.
Liz insisted I shave my legs before putting them on and wearing them around the house. So now, I shave my legs. I've done it twice, and I think Liz will be demanding that I do it regularly.
I do get my monthly 15 minute free time, unlocked and let out of chastity, and Liz has decreed that I shall wear my lingerie during this time.
So, when I get my monthly masturbation session and time to have an erection and do as I please with my own genitals, limited to 15 minutes, I must also do it while wearing my bra, panties and stockings.
Honestly I don't care too much about this. I am concentrating on trying to cum twice in 15 minutes, and the lingerie is just fine. It makes me feel sexy and sort of helps a bit.
Sometimes I really wonder if Liz is trying to turn me into a woman. I mean, not an actual sex change, but essentially make me docile, delicate, and subservient to her.
What am I saying? Of course she is.
