The lock clicked shut behind me, and I stood there in the dim light, swallowing hard. I didn’t test the door. There was no point. It locked from the outside, and I already knew there would be no release until morning. That was the expectation—no, the rule. The spare bedroom was barren, stripped down to the essentials. A twin-sized mattress lay on the floor, thin sheets, no pillows. A small nightstand with a single lamp, a...

The restaurant was louder than I would have liked. Silverware clinked against plates, voices layered over one another, and somewhere in the background, an espresso machine hissed. But all of that was just a dull hum beneath the pounding in my ears. I shifted in my seat, feeling the lace of my panties brush against my little penis, a constant, humiliating reminder of how small and insignificant I was compared to him. Compa...

My day ends in the familiar silence of the spare room, the door locking behind me like a final regular period of my autonomy. My body tenses, adjusting to the loneliness, but my mind is restless, caught in the web of conflicting emotions. Lying there in my panties and sissy socks, my limp tiny penis barely making a bulge. There’s the sharp sting of angst, remembering nights spent listening through the device my wife and h...