Six Months

 

"What's all this?" I asked Emily, seeing one of my maid's uniforms spread out on the bed.

"B is spending the day with my parents tomorrow," she said, "spending the night. It's our six month anniversary of the year Evan is in control of your little thing, I thought a some time as my maid would be a good way to mark the day."

"Tomorrow's Tuesday," I said. 

"I know. I checked your schedule, you don't have anything important. We have to pack for vacation, anyway, I believe that's something the maid should handle."

"You're serious," I said.

"Very," she said. "Don't worry, packing won't be the only thing you do," she said with a smile.

"What other things?" I asked.

"Serving Emily," she said. "I mean, if we're marking the halfway point, not that I'm promising anything at a year, but if we're at six months, I think some intimate teasing is in order."

"You're cruel," I said, not really meaning it.

"It's only cruel if my sissy didn't love it when I teased her, especially when she knows the man in our lives is making sure she stays safely caged all year."

*****

It's been quite a half-year; I never imagined I'd be constantly locked and constrained for so long, let alone locked because Evan has control.

It's a strange sensation, my freedom controlled not by Emily, but by him, no change to behave and hope, no chance to beg, only to accept that chastity is a semi-permanent state. 

But I like the denial, I like the implied feminization, I like serving, I like being controlled.

Do I want it to really be permanent? I don't know.

Do I want him to control it forever? Probably not.

Do I want her to release me? I don't know, I really don't.

Do I need to be released? If being honest, no.

Do I want to be released? I don't know. Yes...no...maybe...I don't know.