Andy's StorySubmitted by: Andy, Husband of Ms. Alison
My wife and keyholder, Ms Alison, who submitted the article on cultivating obedience, told me she wanted to see my life story published on this site. I hope that you will find it of interest and perhaps it might strike a cord with some of you.
One day when I was five, I wandered into my sisterís room and started going through her dresser. In the middle drawer I found her cute collection of undies. Some were white while others had pretty colors, some had cute little cartoon images like teddy bears, some were real fancy with all sorts of lacy trim. And they all smelled wonderful thanks to the aromatic potpourri she stashed in a corner. I wondered how my sister chose which to wear each morning. Then I saw her Barbie panty. I couldnít just look anymore. I pulled off my clothes and stepped into the Barbie panty. I walked over to the mirror and began to twirl and prance in front of it while giggling in delight.
Suddenly I heard a noise and turned toward the door where I saw my mother with a broad smile on her face. I was shocked, but she quickly came over, wrapped her arms around me, gave me kisses, and told me she understood. She told me that if some days I wanted to be her little girl, she would love me just as much. I told her I did. She then said that she would not allow me to wear my sisterís clothes, so she would buy me some of my own. Two days later I had my initial wardrobe of little girlís clothes: undies, socks, dresses, skirts, blouses, girlís t-shirts, and shoes. She also bought me a cute little nightgown which I loved so much that mom decided to throw out my boy pajamas since I apparently would never care to wear them anymore.
Well from then on, when I got home from school, if no one was coming over, I would dress up in my girlís clothes. As the next few years passed, as a girl I was mommyís little helper. She trained me in how to do all the domestic duties and constantly expressed her appreciation for my help with kind words, hugs, kisses, and occasional gifts. Helping her made me very happy.
When I was about twelve, my hormones kicked in. I began to masturbate Ė a lot. One day, Mom caught me masturbating to a Playboy centerfold one day. She smiled, let ought a brief sigh, and said that it looked like her little girl was growing up. I suppose she was a little relieved that despite my feminine and domestic nature, I liked girls. She said that she didnít want me sneaking around with Playboys, so she would buy an issue for me each month. She would keep them locked up, but if I was well-behaved she would give me one to take into my room for a half-hour once a week.
I loved those Playmates - for their beauty, their sexuality and also in a different way. In my fantasies, I wanted to be one of them. Each month I imagined myself as Playmate of the Month, enjoying the good life and having the power that is innate to a beautiful woman.
As I grew into adulthood, the urge to masturbate became stronger. I felt I was addicted. If I were alone, I would masturbate -- once, twice, sometimes three times per day. I felt like an addicted cigarette smoker, I enjoyed the moment but felt disgusted with myself for continuing such a filthy and debilitating habit.
Then I met Ms. Alison. As our relationship developed, she made me feel quite free to express my feelings, secrets and desires. Before long, she knew the story I just shared with you. To my delight she loved my femininity and my domestic nature which made me feel very close to her. But she asked me to stop masturbating. I was able to for a while, she thought it no longer was an issue, and a few months later we were married.
Nevertheless one night, when we were out to dinner she remarked that I was listless, as I had been over the past few weeks. She told me she knew I was masturbating regularly again, and that it had to stop or else! I started to cry since I never felt as close to a woman before and I didnít want to lose her. She told me there was a solution - I was to check the Internet for a locking chastity device for which she would hold the key.
At first I was horrified by the idea, but as I thought about it, I felt it was the right thing to do. I loved Alison, and realized that having her hold the key represented a mutual exchange of gifts. I gave her my trust, and she gave me the loving care I needed to overcome my masturbation habit.
Well itís been a couple years of chastity for me now, and I feel like Iím living my lifeís destiny. My femininity and domesticity are in full bloom making me a content and energetic homemaker and loving spouse to a terrific lady!
If you care to write, I can be reached at Ms. Alisonís e-mail address: firstname.lastname@example.org
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