She had no idea how addicting it would be. Her husband agreed after months of reluctance to let her try. It was to be a one time thing, then they would discuss their feelings. After this, that discussion never happened. She realized how useless his white cock was. She was addicted. She gave him a choice – divorce or acceptance. Even before he accepted his new role, she knew the answer. She has not had a white cock in her since. Her husband is locked in chastity. She lets him cum every three weeks or so. Their marriage is stronger then ever. 

She convinced him to wear the male chastity device for a one week trial period. After that, they would discuss and decide how to move forward. He reluctantly agreed. On day 6 she told him it was permanent. She knew she couldn’t go back to the way it was. He protested. She remained firm. There were tears. They weren’t her’s. After a tense few minutes she put her hands on his shoulders and pushed downwards. The conversation was over. He dropped to his knees and hugged her. His submission was official. Another modern marriage is born. 

When you have reached this stage in the relationship, there is no turning back for him. By shaving him, putting him in panties, and locking his cock the wife proves that she is the leader in the marriage. Forever. His only choice is to accept this fate and do his best to keep her happy in the hopes that she will reward him with an occasional orgasm.

When they go out shopping or to dinners, she will proudly wear the key to his cock around her neck. Or perhaps her ankle. It will be awkward for him. An embarrassing but constant reminder of his role in the relationship. He’ll remain pantied and cock locked on their outings. She should dispose of all his male colognes and insist that he uses her perfume as well as female deodorant. Masculinity is no longer in his makeup. Masculinity is for real men with real cocks. They both know. 

This is permanent. This is reality

In our case it was chastity or I was going to leave. The marriage had become boring and unpleasant. This was my ditch effort. Either he’d agree to hand over control of his orgasms to me and embark on a true female led marriage or I was prepared to walk out the door. sixty minutes later and after some spirited conversation, the lock clicked shut.

Life has never been better.

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