Help

I knocked on the door to the mother-in-law's suite, the suite of rooms my wife's mother took over when she moved in with us two months ago. "Come in," I heard her voice answer.

Swallowing, I carefully opened the door, tried not to gasp when I saw her. "You...you wanted...Jenny said you wanted to see me," I said, trying to look anywhere but at her. She often was dressed in a house coat or other vintage garment, somedays more revealing than others. Today was a revealing day as her coverup was sheer, leaving me the ability to see her garter belt, her stockings, her bra, her full breasts.

She put her hands on her hips, looked at me, said nothing for a full minute, just let me stand there awkwardly. Finally, she spoke. "Come in, shut the door," she said. She sat on the chair, crossed her legs; her sheer gown spilled open, exposing her breasts and her garter straps. "We need to discuss something she said, comfortable in her intimidation of me.

"D...discuss something?" I asked.

She looked at me, her face judging me. "Jenny tells me you've been pestering her," she said.

"P...pestering her?" I asked.

"Pestering her," she said.

"A...about what?" I asked, suddenly nervous.

She narrowed her eyes. "About the cage," she said, "about releasing you."

"I...I didn't pester her," I stammered, "I...I only...I just asked if she could...if we could..."

"I know chastity isn't ideal for a male," she said, just the word making me blush deeply, "I know it seems to go against everything a male thinks is important, but you must understand two things."

"What...what things?" I asked uncomfortably.

"First, you may think it unnatural, and for a man it would be, but someone like you, chastity isn't a prison, it's a release from masculine pressures."

"But I..."

She held up her hand, silenced me. "Which leads to the second thing, obsessing about when you might be released only makes it worse. Well behaved sissies don't worry about masculine things like release and masturbation and Jenny doesn't need or even want to hear you begging every day."

"Mrs...Mrs. Ernst," blurted out, detesting that word.

She glared at me, just her eyes a blistering rebuke to my tone.

"I...I'm sorry," I quickly said.

"Now then, I appreciate you have feelings on the matter, you may think I don't, but I actually do. So we're going to make some changes to take your feelings into account."

"You...you are?" I asked, a smile on my face.

She nodded. "I am," she said. "First, we're going to address your pestering of Jenny, which is easy enough. Jenny is no longer holding the keys to the cage, I'll be taking care of that from now on so this daily begging for release ends today. When and if the cage is unlocked will be my decision, not hers. And let me stress, I'm emphasizing the if, not the when."

"But...but I...I'm supposed to ask you?"

She laughed. "No, that's the point. You don't ask anymore, in fact, asking just runs the risk of me making that permanent."

"But I..."

"And second, I'm not a castrating bitch, whatever you may think, I appreciate your feelings, I do, I appreciate you'll have 'bad chastity days' when all you can think about is release and I'll try to be aware of those days."

"You...you will?" I asked, hopeful again.

"Of course," she said. "And I'll be more than happy to help you on the bad days."

"So you'll...you'll unlock it on...on a bad day?" I asked, wondering how many bad days I could get away with.

"Unlock it? No, are you not listening. On bad days I'll make sure we work on feminization."

"Feminization?" I stammered.

"We'll start with a bra and panty set every day, that should put you in the right frame of mind, but on bad days, we can work in petticoats and stockings...anything to keep you're mind from thinking masculine thoughts."