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This is documentary.
I have been tasked by my dom to wear a chastity cage for 90 days. Each day I send him a photo of me in my cage with a note saying "Thank You Master."
The purpose of this project is to feminize me. To change me. To rewire my psychology. To humble myself.
Here, I will record my thoughts and reflections. Everything will be 100% truthful. Anything omitted will be what's irrelevant.
Here goes.
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Day 16 -- September 21, 2020
I spent the day getting ready for my big photo shoot. What big photo shoot? Master asked me for a set of sexy photos just for him, and with his name displayed in the photo.
And because I'm subservient, I agreed.
Oh, one quick housekeeping thing: I'm going to refer to Master as "Mike." That's not his name, but it'll make life easier.
OK, so Mike wants sexy pics. Good thing I just bought some matching bras and underwear. I love my everyday stuff, sexy mix-and-match stuff from Victoria's Secret, but it's fun to be coordinated too.
The set is light pink and ribbed. Sort of a sporty cut, but in cotton. The butt has "Baby Girl" in script on it.
I did some sexy poses in my bedroom. I had my buttplug in (the one with the big pink jewel on it), my chastity cage on (I always do), my makeup on (blue eyeshadow, it was cute), and my wig.
I looked like a slut. And I gave a performance. Like a slut who was enjoying herself.
Look a little bit deeper, a little more carefully, and you'll see a slut who was feeling her feminine sexuality. It's remarkable, actually--you can really see the girl in me. I'm not making this up. Go to Fetlife. Find the photos. I look like I am proud to be a girl.
Honestly, I'm proud. And a little ashamed, but mostly proud.
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Day 17 -- September 22, 2020
Got some work done today. Somehow that makes my girly time more acceptable.
I ended up deep-dicking myself with a dildo. I had told Mike that I had another set of lingerie he hadn't seen. He told me he wanted see it, and then he wanted to see me fuck myself.
It was fun. I didn't have an official "sissygasm," but I did have a moment when I literally saw stars--it felt that good to get that dildo up and down inside me. And when I cleaned up, I was absolutely dripping pre-cum. Pouring. And I felt sated, even though I didn't cum.
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Day 18 -- September 23, 2020
I did the laundry today and realized that I've been wearing girls clothes twice as much as I've been wearing boys clothes.
I decided to go for a hike. Maybe I wanted to "man up" or something. I put on boy clothes and climbed a big hill.
Meanwhile, my toes were still painted a sparkly purple inside my hiking shoes. Can never quite get rid of the sissy, can I?
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Day 19 -- September 24, 2020
The illusion of being a boy again shattered--I woke up horny and begged to give my husband a blow job.
The effects of chastity are complex. At first you're horny as fuck. That kind of doesn't go away, but it transforms. You forget about your own cock. And getting another man's cock off is just what you need for satisfaction.
I blew him like I was blowing a king. It was wonderful. The foreplay, the action, the outcome. He shot in my mouth. I told him he is always welcome to shoot in my mouth.
He started his day with a smile on his face. I started with the taste of cum in my mouth.
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Day 20-- September 25, 2020
Mike told me that I can put anything up my ass. Whenever I like.
I've been wearing this metal buttplug. I'm not into huge toys... I don't really get it with those. I want to get men off with my ass, my... fuck it, my pussy. Why would I stuff a basketball up there. Seems stupid and counterproductive.
But this buttplug is fat, like a big cock. And it's metal, so you feel it. It's getting easier to get it in, though it always takes a minute. With no other sexual stimulation possible, it's just about my best friend.
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Day 21 -- September 26, 2020
The person who's going to benefit most from my chastity adventure is definitely my husband.
What if, every day you woke up, your committed partner started touching your chest affectionately, with a subtle erotic energy, then begged to blow you?
That's how it is around here.
This morning I noticed that after he finished in my mouth that I was absolutely leaking through my panties. Goddamnit... I am such a fucking sissy.
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Day 22 -- September 27, 2020
For a decade I've been taking the same gym class. I've always known it's hardcore, but I never stopped to think about how femme it is OR how much of a domme my teacher is. I literally thought I discovered BDSM three weeks ago. Uh, no. My teacher has been my domme (and I her sub) for ten years.
The class is almost entirely composed of (fit-ass) women. Dancers, gymnasts, divers... women you might not realize are the fittest bitches on the planet.
I've started wearing women's workout gear to class. Stretch pants down to mid-calf. A light tank top that drapes over my waist. I don't know if my classmates have noticed. I kind of hope they do.
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Day 23 -- September 28, 2020
God, I've done some serious shit for Mike so far. His wish is my command.
He wants me to have a sissygasm. For him that's an orgasm earned without any stimulation to my... clit. Just my ass.
So I rode a dildo for 25 minutes, and videoed the whole thing for him. It was hot, and really, really fun. But I didn't cum. :(
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Day 24 -- September 29, 2020
My job today: wear lube up my ass all day. Reapply when it wears off.
Be fuck-ready all day, basically.
You notice it. You feel it all day long. Your butt wiggles a little bit more. When you go to the grocery store, you think about it. Any of these guys could bend me over and fuck me right now.
Fucked up thing is that I would let them...
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Day 25 -- September 30, 2020
On vacation for a few days. Near the beach, near the trees. Beautiful.
I took a few hours outside of the cage. I ordered a new one because this CB-6000 sucks. It hurts. It pinches. You do not want to feel what it's like to have the most sensitive skin on your body micro-pinched. It's awful. Do not buy the CB-6000, seriously.
Mike seemingly knew that I'd taken it off. He knew I was on vacation. Then he said, "Stay locked." Fuck. I will, Mike.
So I'm back in the cage. While I slipped out for a bit, I have not nor do I plan to have a male orgasm.
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Day 26 -- October 1, 2020
I survived September! Now just October and November and part of December to go.
For the first time in my life, I reported my gender as "decline to state." That honestly feels right. Not even as a kink. I just don't feel like a man anymore.
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Day 27 -- October 2, 2020
And now I'm sitting down to pee. What is happening to me...
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Day 28 -- October 3, 2020
I hit my frustration point a couple of times. There is no out. There is no "fix." No escape.
You just live with your sexual frustration. Your longing. Your total lack of fulfillment.
And you take it like a woman.
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Day 29 -- October 4, 2020
As I document the things I did, I am thinking, what the fuck was wrong with me?
Worse than that. Since you can't undo the things you've done, I have to ask the question, what the fuck IS wrong with me?
Today, I did my full makeup, slipped into the most beautiful lingerie I own, and I...
I licked a toilet.
I licked a fucking toilet.
I licked it in three places. The seat, the bowl, and the bottom. Fun fact: the bottom is the worst part. The best part, I guess, if you like rank piss.
Why did I do this? Mike asked me to.
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Day 30 -- October 5, 2020
A recovery day after yesterday's humiliation. You don't forget that. And you can't undo it.
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That's a true report on Days 16-30. I wish it weren't, but it is. Next chapter shortly
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