When the boxes arrived, Robin was shaken. There were four of them, three-foot cubes each. The delivery driver wheeled them up on a cart. His wife, Charlotte, had ordered them because of a conversation they had a few days earlier. A conversation about their sex life.

Charlotte was from a strict conservative background. She was modest, reserved, and had remained a virgin for all her 25 years before their wedding. Robin was nerdy. A smaller guy, not short but small-framed. He wasn’t opposed to premarital sex but felt so lucky to be with Charlotte that he never pushed the problem. On their first night as husband and wife, Charlotte had emerged naked and ready before him. By now Robin was accustomed to her kind and pretty face, with its slightly tilted nose and lips that hinted at crookedness. But he had been taken by surprise at the revelation of her body. Her small shoulders tilted back slightly, and her breasts were far larger than he had anticipated, great, full dewdrops outlined by perfect shadows. Their shape luxurious, the skin flawless, and her pink nipples were perfectly positioned and glimmering. Below, her figure tapered to a small waist. A layer of softness lined her. Her hips were broad for her size; her thighs and legs had a hint of voluptuousness. As she had come to him and touched her sex against his, it was too much. He had squirted onto his belly.

Charlotte had been disappointed, but she loved Robin fiercely. She loved his tenacity, his focus, and his carefree sense of humor. And physically, she loved him too, for his body was attractive. Well proportioned, with long legs and clear skin. His face was placid and neat. They had a deep, organic connection, the kind where two people simply want to be together every day, and so they both choose to do so.

From that first night onward, Charlotte had adapted and gradually morphed their lovemaking into what excited her. It had started with simple massages, and she would roam his entire body with her hands before inviting Robin to please her orally. Robin discovered the novel thrill of submissiveness and became happy to be touched, and to pleasure her how she liked. She would cover him with a thick condom to prolong his endurance, and ride him, rubbing herself and gasping.

Following on from this dynamic, and in response to Charlottes hinting that she enjoyed smoothness, Robin adopted the habit of keeping his skin hair-free. He started exercising for the first time in his life, and consistently improved his physique to accentuate those parts of him that Charlotte most admired, mimicking work-out videos focused on his legs and bottom.

Charlotte had reached a level of general contentedness with the marriage, fueled by newfound freedoms. The sight of her man, smooth and submissive, was like nothing she had ever experienced. Now, during their sessions, Robin would present his ass knowing that she loved it, and when Charlotte would slide her fingers into him, she became so inflamed with passion that her wetness would run in drips down her inner thighs. Cody would lick her with a new desperation, and she would take his head and use it as her toy, grinding his face until she came.

But as the months passed, Charlotte began to notice something, and this was the trigger of the conversation that inspired her to order the delivery that threw Robin so off-kilter. Every time Robin ejaculated, his submission would subside for a day, two days, maybe a week afterward. But when she left him unfinished, his worship would increase. She raised the problem during the quiet hours at the end of the day, as they were enjoying each other’s business in their living room.

“I’m so into you.” Charlotte told him.

“Same.”

He really was. He had never believed he could be with someone like her.

Charlotte continued. “I know that I’ve got the right person. It’s amazing. I love our life together and I love that it’s only the beginning; there’s so much to explore.”

Robin picked up on something here that meant more than what was said.

“Yeah,” he said, “I mean, we can do anything we want. Do you have something in mind?”

“Well… maybe. How do you feel about our sex life?”

Robin swallowed. He loved their sex life, but harbored a secret worry that he wasn’t good enough. He didn’t feel that he had ever resolved his disgrace on their wedding night, and it made him feel ashamed. But it was complicated. That shame had evolved into a deep, erotic pleasure as Charlotte had taken control.

“It’s amazing. I love it.”

“What do you love about it?”

He wondered about it. “I love seeing you happy.”

This was what Charlotte wanted to hear.

“Perfect. Well, I have some ideas. Like you said, I think we can do whatever we want together. We love each other, and we trust each other. Do you know what I mean? Gosh, I’d never done anything until we got married. Now I want to explore.”

“Well, whatever you want to try, I’ll try”.

She beamed with excitement.

“I’ve done a little research,” she told him.

“I think we should get you a chastity cage. No offense, but your dick has never really been a big part of our lovemaking.”

That stung, but she was right. He had never made her cum with his penis — he hadn’t even penetrated her without a condom.

“Okay.”

Charlotte gleamed. It wasn’t just his lapses in interest that concerned her. She wanted him to belong to her. And she wanted more. Late that night, as she browsed the pages of online sex shops looking for a cage, she went into a frenzy. She added one to her cart. Then another one, a size smaller. Then a few more to be certain, and then, in “suggested for you” she saw a tiny pink skirt. She added that too. By the time she checked out, she had ordered thousands of dollars’ worth of cages, lingerie, dildos, ropes and bars and gags and every other manner of object that she imagined might be useful.

Charlotte often brought up the cage during the days after. And when it arrived along with the rest of the contents of those four three-foot carboard cubes, she rushed to the door, gushing with excitement.

“This looks like a lot,” Robin remarked with some apprehension.

Charlotte smiled happily. “I got a little carried away.”

They opened them together. Charlotte pulled out the first thing that caught her eye — a pale pink thong, the edges lined with lace.

“Oh my gosh can you please put this on?”

Robin felt the now familiar rush of obedience. He undressed and slid the panties over his long legs. They fit too well, and sat nicely above his ass.

“This too.” She handed him a black bundle of fabric.

“Here — put your arms up.”

She slipped it over his head and pulled it down over his hips. It was a dress, sort of. A skin-tight, mini dress with long sleeves, and sections cut out in circles on each side of his waist that showed his bare skin underneath and feminized his figure. It stopped halfway up his thighs.

“Oh god yes.” She almost moaned.

“Bend over.” He leant forward, arms stretched out onto a table.

“Really sink into it. Stick that ass out.”

He arched his back and straightened his legs.

Charlotte ran her hands along his sides, squeezing and feeling, then spread her fingers across his ass cheeks. She giggled with happiness.

“Fuck yes baby, this is amazing.”

Robin was silent. An empowered and exhilarated energy had taken over Charlotte and he found it blissful. She slid the bottom of the skirt up and with a rush of dominance, she slapped his ass and spread it. She pulled the string of fabric to the side and began to rub his hole. Then, she aligned her hips with his, took hold of his waist, and simulated fucking him.

“I’m so hard.”

The words escaped Robin’s mouth and Charlotte remembered why they had bought this stuff in the first place. She stepped back.

“Oh. Right. We need to do something about that.”

And so, she found the cages she had ordered, and they tried them one by one. It was difficult at first, but eventually they calmed down enough to fit an option that worked. It was very small, but well-made and comfortable enough. Charlotte threaded the key onto her keyring, then paused to take in the sight of him dressed like a slut with his cock locked away, and her passion was inflamed once more. She made him kneel then and there to service her. Robin bathed her wetness and suckled and pouted until his jaw ached.

—

It was six months later. Charlotte seemed a different woman to the one that Robin married. As a side note, they had become exceedingly wealthy. Robin had a secret talent for trading currency and had, mere weeks before he first met her, written an algorithm that worked. He operated alone, and with a combination of measured risk-taking, intellect, and luck, he had deployed his savings in a way that earned an average of 2.45% a day for 2 years. For the unschooled, even from a modest base, the resulting sum is gigantic. But neither Robin nor Charlotte allowed their fortune to change them, and each remained productive, industrious, and down to earth. Charlotte bought a local gym, purely because it was a cheap purchase with a reliable return, and Robin continued to follow markets like a scholar devoted to translating old languages.

In their private life, Robin swam in his new realm. He felt the weight of the world lift off his shoulders. All his life, he had been in a constant battle to make the right decisions, to endure and succeed, but now, he could let go. Their lovemaking had evolved: Charlotte routinely took him anally with a strap-on, making herself cum through pure erotic dominance, and Robin was accustomed to having his cock constricted indefinitely. He was leaning into his role.

Charlotte came home to hear an unfamiliar sound coming from somewhere in the house. She moved toward it. As she came to a certain room, she could see movement through the doorway in the sliding mirror across from her. She shifted her perspective to see Robin, squatting down low, and watching himself. His legs were spread wide, his hands were on his knees and his back was straight. He wore white stockings attached to a garter around his smooth waist, and a short, pink crop-top that fitted loosely and promoted his womanly figure. His face was very well made-up, and his longish hair was clipped back in a feminine way. He appeared to be a genuine girl. Charlotte was astounded. He glistened with sweat as he bounced up and down on a thick black dildo stuck to the floor.

She watched silently for a minute, then chastised him.

“You’re such a little slut, Robin. You can’t wait for me?”

He looked up, eyes wide, and stood quickly, not knowing what to say.

“Hey,” Charlotte softened. “It’s ok. Keep going.”

She took his hands and helped him back to his position. He moved more slowly this time, sliding up and down on the dildo. Charlotte stroked his face, then pushed her fingers into his mouth and moved them in and out.

“You love that don’t you”.

Robin looked at her, melting. He nodded, and she took the back of his head and began fucking his mouth with her fingers. She smeared his pink lipstick and spit across his face.

“You want to be fucked don’t you.”

He nodded again. She began to choke him, standing over him, pressing so that he slid fully down the length of the dildo.

“My little whore.”

She smiled and looked deep into his eyes, knowing he would do whatever she wanted no matter what.

She took his hands again, lifted him up and kissed him hard. She held him as he panted. Her pussy was throbbing, and she felt ecstatic. They spent the rest of the evening on the lounge together, Robins head rested on her lap.

—

The next morning, Charlotte made a request.

“Come to our gym with me. I want to get your thoughts on the setup — maybe you can work out a little. You know, the customer experience.”

On the way, she briefed him further.

“I want you to go in alone, so they don’t know who you are. Exercise, use the facilities, have a shower, and tell me what you think. My secret plan.”

Robin went inside. It was clean and modern, but he had never enjoyed gyms. His body type, his vibe, didn’t really seem to fit. When he went to change, he saw a issue immediately. The showers were out in the open. His chastity cage would be difficult to hide.

This time, the changing room was empty, and he got into his gym clothes. He went out onto the floor. The clientele was mixed, some older, some younger, with varying levels of fitness, but two people stuck out to him. There was a small blonde woman with very long hair tied back in a slick ponytail. Her bust, despite being pressed and supported by a tight sports bra, was gigantic, her ass noticeably round and well-sized. With her was a man with dark skin, a big frame, and a thick, solid core. He was built for strength, not aesthetics. The two chatted between sets and touched each other lightly.

Robin made a quick plan and began to work out. He felt surprisingly comfortable; he had practiced many of the movements regularly at home and possessed a general awareness of his body that he had previously lacked. He worked until his calves, quads, and glutes had each been isolated and exercised to near-full exertion. Satisfied, he headed back to the change room and into the showers. He was generally impressed by the layout and quality of everything. He felt like he would come back.

As he washed, the door opened, and he turned quickly to face the wall. It was the man who had caught his eye in the gym. He was undressing. Robin made haste to wash the soap off his body and stepped unnaturally to take his towel and wrap it around him, moving out of the showers toward his locker.

“How’s it going?” a friendly greeting of sorts. He had a deep voice.

“All good.” As Robin responded, he couldn’t stop his eyes. They flicked downward.

The man stepped into the shower. Robin didn’t really know what to do. Clearly nakedness was no problem here, so he did what seemed most natural and faced away as he dried himself without trying to cover his body. He glanced back and wondered he caught the man staring. Then he got dressed and made deliberate eye contact as he left, trying to seem as cool as feasible.

“Have a nice day!”, he said, then again, he couldn’t stop himself glimpsing downward.

“You too.”

As he walked out, Robin saw his wife. She was standing by the exit, finishing a conversation with the blonde woman, who was laughing, then smiling, then leaving. Robin approached.

“Hey,” Charlotte said to him. “Come, I’ll drop you back home.”

During the ride, Charlotte asked how his work-out went. Robin said it was great, everything was nice, but he had a mild complaint about the lack of privacy in the locker room.

“Oh. Right.” She laughed, teasing him. “Did someone come in and see your little cage?”

Robin laughed too. “A guy came in after me.”

“Oh really? Was it an old gym-man? Did he walk around with everything hanging out as if you weren’t there?”

Robin laughed again. “It was the guy who was with the girl you were talking to.”

“Oh! Wow, okay. That’s her husband. Dara. He actually sells equipment — I was going to meet him afterward, see what he’s got on offer. And he saw you? Your chastity cage?”

“I’m not sure.”

“I kind of hope he did.”

They were approaching the house.

“Anyway.” She continued. “Maybe I’ll ask him about it.”

She gave him a wicked look. “I’m going to see him right away. When I get back, I want you in a hot little outfit, ready for me. Sound good?”

“Yes Miss.”

She leaned over and kissed him hard, squeezing his cage.

—

Home again, Robin had a hot bath. He wondered about the evening before. In the months since the boxes arrived and Charlotte dressed him up like a girl, he had become more and more aroused by the wondered of it. By himself, he had learned how to apply makeup and tried on many of the outfits. He felt guilty about it and had held back the extent of his solo activities from his wife. When she had walked in on him, it was the first time she had seen him completely transformed.

He shaved and moisturized and made sure everything was clean. Then, he carefully made up his face, accentuating his eyes and lips, and smoothing his features. He set about choosing an outfit, and settled on a cute little white top that showed his waist, a pink miniskirt, and pink thigh-high stockings to match. No panties. Finally, he tied back his straight hair leaving a cute, neat fringe.

Charlotte texted. “Hey! Home in 20. Ready??”

Robin posed in the mirror and sent her a picture.

“Beautiful. From behind?”

He snapped one bent forward, arching his back, and lifting his skirt up to reveal his well-developed ass.

“Slut. Perfect. See you soon.”

Robin lay out on the lounge and admired himself. He took a few more pictures. In a minute, the door opened, and Charlotte came in. Dara came right behind her. Robin stood quickly, then froze.

“I’m home!” Charlotte was excited. She kissed her husband, holding him close by his hips.

“Look who I brought!”

Robin waved awkwardly at Dara, who acknowledged him politely. The way the man looked at him was not unpleasant, and Robin relaxed a little. In fact, he felt more confident in his current state than he had before at the gym.

“This is my Robin,” Charlotte told Dara. “And this is Dara,” she introduced them.

“But I believe you’ve met?”

“At the gym.” Dara recalled.

Robin nodded.

“Yes. In the showers.” He felt shy. Not necessarily anxious, but shy and reserved.

“I hope you don’t mind, Robin, but I mentioned that you had told me about your shower together.” She smirked. “Dara was so impressed by your body that I had to show you off. You look amazing.”

Robin felt a rush. He didn’t know exactly what her plan was, but he had an idea. In any case, he trusted her.

“Thanks.” Robin smiled.

“Anyway, take a seat Dara.” Charlotte motioned to the lounge. “Do you want anything to drink?”

They sat and made small talk. Charlotte had a rapport with Dara, that was clear. She kept looking at Robin, then back at Dara, with a hidden smile. The conversation turned to the ins and outs of the exercise industry, and Dara gave his thoughts on their gym. They were insightful and demonstrated a lifelong commitment to the practice of physical conditioning. Charlotte said so, and Dara deflected the compliment to Robin.

“Now you have a great body. And you said don’t even go to a gym. Maybe I’ve been wasting my money!”

Robin smiled, genuinely uplifted.

“By the way, I saw something on you in the showers.” He looked at Robin and indicated to the area beneath his skirt.

“Oh… um..” He looked to Charlotte for support.

“It’s his little cage,” she said. “He wears it for me all the time.”

She was stroking Robins leg now, lightly, and his skin prickled.

“He gets his pleasure in… other ways. It makes me very happy, our situation.”

Robin sensed a deep excitement in his wife. Instinctively, he wanted to fulfill her.

“I guess you saw Dara’s cock in the shower too, huh.”

Robin flushed, then nodded.

“Was it as big? Bigger than my dildos?”

They were both looking at him. Robin remembered the long, thick, half-hard beast he had seen earlier, and the hanging bull’s testicles.

“I can’t fully remember,” he said.

“Interesting.”

She began to tell Dara about her lack of experience with men, and how, aside from incidental sightings, Robin’s was the only cock she had encountered.

“I feel like I want to see yours.”

She looked at Dara. He looked back with a controlled expression, gave a slight raise of the eyebrows, then unbuttoned his pants and pulled out his cock. It heaved out of his waistband, thick, black, and long. He was not entirely erect, and it slumped, sagging under its own weight.

Charlotte gasped, half laughing with glee. “Oh my God. That is huge.”

She stared a moment. Robin was staring now too.