Female led relationships discussion

When I agreed to let my wife keep me locked up for the duration of 2012, I knew it wouldn’t be a walk in the park. We started early; she put me in the lock on Christmas Day. A week has passed since the mechanism clicked shut, and more than three weeks have gone by without an orgasm. It’s been a whirlwind this week. She’s taken charge of her kinks—we operate under her kinky mindset because I love her almost unconditionally—and she’s sped up my journey toward femininity, molding me into the domestic partner she desires. I’m now smooth from toes to nose. We’ve picked out some wigs to improve my appearance since my natural long hair is thinning, and yesterday she had my eyebrows waxed and fitted with artificial nails. I’ve worn fake nails before, but always short and square so they wouldn’t draw too much attention. These new ones match her length: rounded and painted a vivid pink, making my hands look undeniably feminine. We have already visited a local TG gathering, and we are planning to go out for bar night this week as well as attending a major TG holiday party on Saturday. She even bought me an outfit for the weekend event that is much sexier than I would have picked out myself. She told me my legs are my best feature, and now that I can display real cleavage, she wants me to work that asset too. She has already gone on her first date of the New Year, having brunch with an ex-lover whom she might draw back into her life. She is scheduling regular weekly encounters to ensure all her physical needs are satisfied since there isn’t much I can do for those anymore. She knows that as long as she is content, I will be too. Additionally, she is interviewing a few bisexual submissive couples so she has someone to play with and a man who might use me if she decides that fits the sexuality path she permits. This could last only through 2012; if it works out brilliantly for her, it might continue much longer. So far, we are both very happy. I have plenty of things to keep my mind occupied, from managing the household and becoming a truly good housewife to mastering makeup and feeling more at ease being seen in public as a woman who isn’t particularly attractive—which I think will be my greatest hurdle. If only I were shorter, I could probably get away with looking like an unnoticed matronly grandmother by dressing that way. But since I am not short and do not wish to look like one, it promises to be quite the adventure. The things we do for love…