The formidable weapon of women,

The fact of not being able to masturbate made me want to have new experiences.

Taking advantage of the absences of my Domina, I tried to satisfy my sexual urges by other means by secretly buying dildos and plugs of all sizes.
With these toys, I discovered with surprise that anal enjoyment is much more powerful and intense than a penile orgasm.
No longer able to have an erection with my caged cock, I can better concentrate on my prostate and my perineum.
Over time, my Pavlovian brain made me strongly addicted to these practices.

Then, I had the irresistible desire to go further by wearing the symbols of femininity.

One afternoon, taking advantage of the absence of my Mistress, I put on a wig, putting on a corset, silicone breasts, a nightie, cervin socks and heels that I had just bought discreetly on the internet.
Then, I started to get aroused by taking suggestive poses in front of the mirror in our room.

Coming home sooner than expected, my wife surprised me donning this glamorous lingerie

Far from blaming me, she encouraged me to feminize myself by giving me precious makeup advice and helping me choose my underwear.

She taught me to walk around the house in stiletto heels.
To walk while hugging the buttocks while crossing the legs and taking small steps without swinging the arms. Now she buys me my babydolls, my garter belts and my corsets which she ties in my back with laces, pushing me with sadistic pleasure her knee in the loins to compress my waist.

Fine fly, she knows that by feminizing me in this way, I will be more and more submissive to her.
She also blackmailed me by making me understand that few wives would accept that their husbands dress as girls and that I must be grateful to her.

Feeling a mutual pleasure in living this situation, a great bond ends up being established between us.

Since then, she has watched me with an amused air wandering around the house wearing my lovely lingerie.

She smiled when she saw me sit on the toilet like a girl and sensually slide my panties over my thighs to avoid removing my garters hanging from my stockings.
For her, this is proof of the pleasure I take in exploring my femininity.