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It has been a few days since I last posted, so here is an update. My wife/KK was quite surprised when I walked in around 7pm on Sunday; she had assumed I would be working until Friday, which made my return very welcome.

There were several reasons for coming home. Above all, I really missed being close to her—touching her, feeling her, tasting her, and so on. Additionally, my cb2k needed some “attention”: it was time to switch to a smaller ring, and I owed myself a shave:anim_63:. We spent quality time with the kids while watching our Sunday night program, Desperate Housewives. Once she tucked them in, we moved to the bedroom.

First order of business: tying my hands behind my back so I couldn’t touch myself. She then pulled down my trousers and produced the key. After unlocking me and removing the cage, her expression was sympathetic as she inspected my penis. It looked swollen and sore, though I insisted it wasn’t too bad. We discussed cleaning and shaving me.

She admitted she felt uneasy about shaving me because she feared cutting me. I told her I understood but trusted her completely; even if she did nick me, it would be fine. However, looking at my penis again, she said the painful appearance was making her almost physically ill. This seemed odd since I had been mostly fine last week (aside from one testicle slipping out of the ring). Eventually, we agreed that I should shower and shave myself.

She apologized for not taking on the task, but I assured her it was okay as long as she loved me.

After my shower and shave, I dried off and returned to the bedroom. I told her I was ready back in the cage. She tried, but fear of hurting me held her back. So, I put my cb2k back on myself and applied the lock. Turning around, she secured it shut. Believe it or not, that made me incredibly happy; having complete powerlessness over this literal part of who I am is both frustrating and intoxicating.

We sat on the bed talking, and I tried to be completely honest in my answers. She mentioned browsing our forums here and seeing a lot about sissies and women’s clothing. She asked if I had ever worn her clothes or lingerie before. When I confirmed that I had, you could have knocked her over with a feather! It seemed she was genuinely surprised by my honesty and wanted to know why I did it and what went through my mind.

I explained that like her, I enjoy the sensation of silky fabrics against my skin. Usually, though, I only do it when I’m bored or stuck at home:embarrassed-1:.

I want to keep going with this lifestyle, but first I need to finish some tasks before she gets back from work this afternoon…:chores012: [[Image]](the referenced community page)