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Sorry... I hit the post button by mistake. Continuing with my original post.... ......The non-mechanical form of chastity went on for some time...by then, I had to actually ask her if it was okay for me to climax, and very often she said no. The excitement about this strange new situation kept building inside me, so I started doing some research. When I first showed her a metal chastity device from an online sex toy store, she insisted we should definitely buy one. Once it arrived, we had the typical beginner struggles getting it fitted properly, but it was basically an overnight success. I’ve read many posts on this forum debating which came first—chastity or feminization. Honestly, I can’t recall exactly how my situation unfolded. They seem to have happened somewhat simultaneously over a few crazy months either way. It wasn't too hard for me because I had latent cross-dressing fantasies deep down. To cut a long story short, Miss Amanda now completely dominates me. I no longer own any men's underwear; instead, I have a drawer full of knickers, pantyhose, suspender belts, and so on. She has coaxed me into wearing skirts and high heels as soon as I walk through the door, and I must handle all the household chores. This feels almost indescribably erotic to me. Very often, while slipping into my female attire, I can imagine that my heart is about to pound its way right out of my chest. Which brings us to today. My forced (?) cross-dressing doesn't really sexually stimulate Miss Amanda—she has been open about this from the beginning. She enjoys the effect it has on me and likes being able to manipulate and dominate me...seeing how submissive I become and how her control seems to amplify the effects of my chastity device. She initiated and encouraged me to cross-dress right from the start, but for her personally, it is definitely not a turn-on. Today was Hellish......I haven't stopped moving for more than five minutes at a time. I’ve acted as a maid, nanny, cook, cleaner, personal shopper, masseuse, and general errand-runner. For most of that day, despite my indignation, my penis has been straining against its metal bars. But I can’t help wondering if I’m making a huge mistake here. Miss A admits freely that she is taking advantage of me (that’s her catchphrase) and much of the pleasure I get comes from many-layered fantasies existing only in my head. She is being borderline abusive.....and yet, as they say, I am topping from the bottom. My biggest worry is that we are merely enabling each other.... Any thoughts?

I think it really depends on how you feel about everything internally. There’s nothing wrong with talking to her regarding your workload. You won’t be doing her any favors by burning yourself out and eventually losing the desire to do any of those tasks. In my view, even a D/s relationship is still centered around communication and respect. Plus, this whole setup is supposed to be fun. I’m not saying you should quit when things get tough, but you ought to feel able to voice your concerns.