A Sissy's Progress - Chapter Six

Wow, five chapters done already! It's tempting to feel that I'm really making progress here - but then again, Mommy didn't tell me how many I would be required to write. All I have to do is tell my story: all of it, from beginning to end.

And that's suddenly seeming like it's going to take forever.

Laying here now, I realize that I've lost count of the times my diapered crotch has warmed and gently swelled with another pulse of urine from my weakened bladder. There's nothing I can do about it anyway these days, so why bother holding it in? Oh, sure - there was a time when I too used to think that this was temporary - that someday I'd regain my freedom, my dignity, my masculinity. I used to think that resisting actually had value.

It doesn't.

It doesn't because I've finally realized that I'll never be able to win. For even if Erica does relent and let me slip back into those lovely, flimsy boxers I used to wear seemingly ages ago, I know that within minutes I'll have already soaked them with the first of many shameful accidents...

Okay, yeah. I need to keep going here, or I'll never be done by nightfall. And honestly, I don't even want to think what will happen to me then.

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"That's really interesting," Erica murmured reflectively, leaning against the bathroom door clad in only her bra and panties. "I never thought a simple little lock would make you dribble like that, honey. The more you know, huh?"

We'd finally returned from our dinner out. I'd made excellent use of the first five minutes: taking care of the blinds and lights, slipping back to the bedroom, and ridding myself of the khaki pants with the wet stain of shame that seemed to amuse my wife so much. But she too had been busy undressing in the bathroom, and now stood there watching in amusement as I dropped my blue Hanes briefs, replete with their own clearly soaked patch, into the hamper.

"Now then, what was it you were saying about wanting out of your cage?"

I slipped toward her, fully naked now, and drew her lovely form to me. "Honey, please," I murmured, planting a slow kiss on her yielding lips. "I want you so bad..." Oh, and I did, too. Say what you will about my dastardly cheating ass, but I still loved my wife. And I did find her attractive, certainly after more than a week or enforced chastity...

Looking back now, I don't remember precisely what happened that night and who said what. Oh, sure, I can generate loads of fake dialogue and spin a lovely story now and then. Artistic license, it's called. But it'll be so much faster if I just tell the quick-and-dirty basics of what happened, won't it?

Then again, I don't suppose that's a very interesting story. And Mommy specifically wants me to write it all, and to make it good...

Very well. I do remember the warmth of Erica's body, the softly yielding wonders of her breasts within her brassiere. I remember stepping closer, pressing her gently against the wall, my arms encircling her lovely form. She was kissing me back too in that moment - hungry for my lips, eager to feel my tongue slipping deeper into her mouth. I heard her moan softly, and I knew that whatever else she might say, she was every bit as horny as I was.

But I also remember how even in the very moment of passion she grew rigid in my arms - how her hand pushed firmly back on my bare chest - how her fingers slipped downward to brush against my caged and painfully straining cock. "Honey, I can't," she murmured softly, pulling away from my kisses. "I just- You know, every time I think about it- About you and-"

I heaved a sigh, mentally cursing the night I'd first met Julie. It was all because of that, wasn't it? I'd gone astray, and now I'd lost not only my illicit pleasures with Julie, but also those I'd formerly enjoyed with my wife. "Honey, I'm sorry. But please, isn't there anything I can do-" She laid a finger on my mouth, and I impulsively took it in my mouth. "Pleafhe, huh-ee..." God, I was so horny, and this cage was so tight...

"Well, when you put it like that," she murmured, an odd note in her voice. "I suppose there is more than one way to have fun, isn't there?"

And then her lavender brassiere was slipping to the ground, and her panties too, and she was tugging me imperiously toward the bed. "I need you, honey," she ordered in the sort of tone I'd rarely heard from her in the bedroom. "And even if I can't stand the thought of your cock inside me right now, I'm sure you can get creative." She slid down onto the pillow with a sigh, spreading her now fully nude body before my greedy eyes. "Go on, honey. Why don't you show me what you can do with that mouth of yours?"

Okay, I'm no sex god when it comes to oral. I'd tried it a few times before in college, and once with Julie - but I've never really felt confident enough to say I've mastered it. But on that night in our darkened bedroom, Erica didn't seem to mind. She too was aroused, and as my tongue ran tentatively over the erect tips of her nipples, she moaned and squirmed in delight. "Lower, honey, lower. You know what I mean..."

Oh, I did know. And so, crouching low before her, with my own cock straining harder than ever in its plastic prison, I set to work. She sighed, she writhed, she hummed in pleasure as I kept up my steady licking and sucking. I was in pain from my own pent-up arousal, but I couldn't stop - not then. I needed to show her I was repentant, that I wanted to do better, that I could still pleasure her in a way that no one else could. And so, with my tongue I confessed as it were my sins, seeking to heal our relationship by giving her the wordless pleasures that she as my wife so richly deserved... 

In the end, after her beautiful body had convulsed in rapture four times over, I slipped down in exhaustion: jaw aching, tongue raw, mouth filled with the musky taste of her sex... and my poor cock as painfully trapped as ever. There. I had done it. Now maybe she would forgive me. Now she would relent, take that key from her purse, unleash my aching member...

"Oh, honey, you did so well!" She was sitting up now, slipping off the bed, her sweating face aglow with that unmistakable post-orgasmic bliss. "Now, honey, I'm going to go use the bathroom, okay?" "But- but-" I swallowed, my tired tongue having difficulty forming the words. "Honey, I need to cum so bad. Please, unlock me, please-"

But all she did was cock her head and smile mysteriously down at me. "Hmm, I don't think I'm ready to do that yet, Shane." She giggled deviously. "Honestly, I love how desperate it makes you, honey. And as great a job as you did just now..." She breathed out a full, low sigh of deep satisfaction. "Well, it would be a shame to make you too complacent, wouldn't it?"

"But please, honey...!" I was too late. She'd vanished into the bathroom, leaving me alone with my exhaustion, my pain, and the deep, fierce ache of my complete sexual frustration.