Installation

I watched, helpless, as the doctor, a very attractive woman in her early forties, walked into the room, greeted my wife. "Mrs. Jackson," the doctor said, shaking my wife's hand, "I'm Dr. Churchill."

"How do you do, doctor, please, call me Margaret."

"Margaret then," Dr. Churchill smiled, looking at her chart. "And that must be Annabelle?

"That's Annabelle," my wife answered wish a frown.

"I understand you've been having some issues with her lately?"

"You could say that," my wife said.

"Can I ask, she's obviously feminized, may I ask for how long?"

"We're going on, what, two years now?" my wife answered, looking at me as if I could answer gagged as I was.

"And what precipitated her feminization? Was it latent tendencies or prescribed?"

"Prescribed," my wife said. "Annabelle had a little trouble with work, flirting with her staff, something I was not going to tolerate. This was a condition of keeping our marriage intact."

"Figuring no woman would consider an affair if you feminized her."

"It made sense. Makes sense, actually. That put a stop to that and had other benefits. To be honest, I prefer my partners emasculated; I find them much more controllable that way."

"I don't disagree, Margaret. But what led to this?"

"Her disgusting habits," my wife said, puckering her lips.

"Habits?"

"Must I say it?" my wife asked. "She can't control her masturbation. It's gotten to a point where it's interfering with her feminization.

"Typical," Dr. Churchill said. "They all succumb to it left untreated. I assume the typical pattern? Masturbate in secret then rejection of feminization during the refraction period?"

"It's obvious when she's misbehaved; it can be days, up to a week where she fights her feminization."

"And so..." Dr. Churchill asked my wife.

"I'm willing to hear your medical opinion, but I believe permanent chastity is in order."

Dr. Churchill looked at me and smiled. "I take it, given her current state, she disagrees?"

My wife chuckled. "Yes. Not that I'm concerned about that."

"Most wives are not."

"I actually caught her in the act. She didn't finish, obviously, but I wanted to take no chances."

"May I examine her?"

"Of course."

Dr. Churchill walked to me, put her hand on my ankle. "The hose are a nice touch," she said."

"It's one of my rules, hosiery at all times, either stockings or pantyhose. Sorry, I guess I'm old fashioned that way."

"Oh, don't apologize, Margaret," Dr. Churchill said, "I'm of the opinion that feminization isn't something to be done lightly. The more the better. I assume she's tucked?"

My wife nodded. "Of course."

Dr. Churchill ran her hand up the inside of my leg, brought it to my crotch, touched the front of me. "Ohhhhgggfffff," I moaned.

"Can you estimate her last orgasm?"

"Well it would have been yesterday if I hadn't caught her; I'd say almost a month."

"Excellent. It's best to fit a cage when they've been denied for some time since that will become the natural state of things. Annabelle, this is a fairly standard procedure. We'll give you some medicine to prevent swelling while we measure you, take measurements, then fit you with a medical grade steel cage. It will be locked for a week to make sure there are not fit issues; we'll install a permanent security feature in a follow up appointment in a week."

"Gggmmmfffff," I moaned through the gag.

"Don't you worry, no, it won't hurt at all. To the contrary, I think you'll find the sensations quite pleasant. Once permanently locked, you'll forget all about what it used to feel like."