A Sissy's Progress - Chapter Four

With an infantile crinkle and rustle of plastic, I roll heavily onto my back. Whew. Just one little change of position can make a world of difference, can't it? I hadn't realized just how long I've been lying here on my tummy, typing painstakingly away on my story for Mommy...

I feel a warm flood of urine blossom between my legs and trickle over my balls, only to vanish into the thirsty padding surrounding my thickly powdered ass. Yeah. Those bottles from breakfast are starting to flow through me, aren't they? I wish I could say that I knew I had to go - that I felt that pressure building and deliberately released into my diapers...

But that would be a lie. And lying little sissies get punished.

Staring up at the ceiling like this, feeling my body acting of its own accord, I ponder once more just how relaxing this ought to be. Babies may not have much choice in life, I reflect. But then again, they don't have to do much, either. I guess everything in life involves some sort of trade-off. Take my freedom? You take my responsibility too. Rob me of the right to take myself to the toilet? Very well - you also remove my sense of responsibility over the state of my diapers as they fill and swell around my caged little prick...

I sit up with another crinkle of vinyl and rustle of lace, and grasp the over-sized pink pacifier lying, forgotten until now, on the crib blankets. Might as well embrace my role as sissy baby girl, right? At least it will keep my mouth busy as I bang out another chapter...

Now let's see - where was I?

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Erica's purchases were a mystery to me for those first few days. I was at the office five days out of seven, of course, and since her job at the local bank always had her returning hours before I made it home through the honking chaos of rush hour, she had more than enough time to deal with any and all packages that came to our address. I thought about asking. I even thought about checking the credit card online to see where she'd been placing orders. But when I finally did give in to the temptation to check, all I saw were four or five odd orders to Amazon and another to some odd supply store.

Weird.

It was perhaps a week after that volcanic upheaval of my discovery that I came home to find Erica slipping a wrapped little parcel beside my plate at the dinner table. "A present?" I couldn't have kept the surprise out of my voice if I'd tried. "Honey, you shouldn't have..." "Oh, no, I definitely should have," she smiled coolly, spooning the mashed potatoes onto our plates. "Now let's hurry up and eat before this gets cold. And then, and only then, will you get to open your... gift."

I think anyone reading this might be able to guess where this situation was headed. I, on the other hand, being a complete idiot, hadn't the sense to be scared. A present seemed logical enough. I typically bought flowers for my wife after we fought - just to smooth things over, you know. So why wouldn't she also do the same after that epic blowup last week?

My face must have been a study in blank astonishment as I tore off the crinkling wrapping paper. For there, gleaming dully in the evening light, was a strange pink device the purpose of which I hadn't the faintest clue, but with which I was about to become intimately familiar.

"It's for your own good," she admonished as she dexterously turned it over and over in her hands. "It's for our own good, honey. I'm going to sleep better at night knowing that you're mine, that you won't be fucking around with anyone else." As comprehension of what this thing actually was slowly dawned on me, she smiled and held aloft a shining silver key before my widening eyes. "Because there ain't no way you're doing anything with that dick of yours as long as I've got the key!"

"Wait- But- I mean- Come on-" "Uh-uh-uh!" Erica scolded, laying her finger on my protesting lips. "You said you'd do anything to make it up to me, Shane. And I'm taking that promise seriously. Now get into that bedroom and pull down those pants for me." She gave a short chuckle. "I need to make sure it'll fit. Though I'm pretty sure it will..."

Yeah, yeah. Snicker all you want. I didn't have much of a choice, did I? I did feel bad about what I'd done. And I had promised to make it up to her. She'd probably get tired of this little game after awhile, anyway, I reasoned as I pulled down my boxers. And really, at the end of the day it couldn't be worse than some silly toy like a cock ring... right?

"Ow, that's tight!" I complained, blushing as Erica bent before my splayed-open thighs. "What the heck-" "Quit whining," she ordered, and I felt another sharp tug and squeeze around my tightening balls. "You'll get used to it in no time." I gulped and watched in trepidation as she slid a sturdy-looking lock through the hasp at the top and clicked it shut.

"There!" she beamed, her neatly manicured hand fondling my now-imprisoned shaft - or more precisely at that moment - stub. "Stand on up and model it for me, babe. Show me what a good locked-up hubby you are now..." I must have been blushing as I stood up gingerly, my bare legs bent, feeling the strangely heavy weight of my new "present" dragging down on my intimate parts. It didn't hurt at the moment, I had to admit. And yet... How oddly trapped I felt, how controlled, how...

Owned.

"Oh, don't worry, honey!" she exclaimed, seeing the apprehensive expression on my face. "We'll take it off whenever we're ready to have fun together, okay? Just..." And here she shrugged. "Just not for a little while. I need some more time - you know, to get over thinking about you fucking someone else."

A bit more time. Sure. That's what she said. And to her credit, I suppose that she technically didn't lie, given that in the grand scheme of the universe, even a few decades might well qualify as "a bit more time".

Nevertheless, as Erica, still smirking, began threading the key to my sexual freedom onto her personal key ring, I began to wonder if I hadn't made a bit of a mistake.