My Wife's Chastity Sissy: Feminized, Locked, and Dominated

My body aches with need, my skin alive with pleasure. The lacy hem of my tiny dress brushes across the naked strip of skin above my stockings. My panties should be tented as she kisses me, but what's inside is locked away, straining at its cage. And I love every second of it as just much as I hate it. I was willing to do anything my wife Jennifer asked - even if it meant experimenting with crossdressing and chastity.
After all, that's what good husbands do, right? Give their loving partners exactly what they ask for. Jennifer had known from the start that this was for me just as much as it was for her. The clothes keep me aroused, the cage keeps me frustrated, and all of it means my wife has climaxes as often as she wants - and I won't get even one. But all of that is about to change. Our agreement will be put to the test, and I'll have to decide if this is an experiment or a lifestyle.
It may be enough for me to serve my wife as her sissy, but she has bigger ideas for us, whether I'm ready for them or not.