A good wife... A truly good wife...

Kael's unexpected decision discourages you so much that for the next couple of days you are unable to take any active action regarding attempts to free yourself.

Your chaotic thoughts haunt you: “Kael loves me... He treats me much better than Dunik... But it is very important for me to find my father! I should probably try to persuade Kael... Or is Kael lying and in fact is he just an ordinary cruel slaveowner?"

As a result, you simply obediently do what the owner of this lair wants from you: cooking, sewing and cleaning torn clothes, and other household activities. And the most exciting activity is sex.

Every day, after returning from hunting, Kael fucks your seductive effeminate body. His sexual need and the strength of his erection are so great that his big dick can penetrate inside your supple, tender holes many times a day.

And…

You will have to admit the obvious fact - this sex gives you pleasure. These regular instances of passionate copulation feel completely different to your senses than sex with Dunik or sex with those random people with whom you, at the behest of Dunik, were **** to copulate as a submissive slutty sissy-bitch. It feels different... Not like sex with ordinary clients of Madame Ro's brothel.

Of course, it would be easier for you to say that the reason for all this is that you continue to take the little pinkish pills every day...

But, if we talk frankly, the reason is not only this fact...

It is also important that Kael shows you a strange and unusual tenderness every time.

He clearly enjoys caressing your body for a long time.

Your soft breasts.

Your sensitive, excited nipples.

Your delicate hairless skin.

You're embarrassed to admit it, but...

The pleasure of sex in the passive role of a sissy-wife, your indecision and the conditions of your life in the lair of Kael... All these factors make you postpone day after day the moment when you begin to take concrete actions for your escape.

Thus, several months of your life as a sissy wife pass.

You try to be mentally angry at Kael, you think, “He's just another enslaver! Vile **** owner! He's the same bastard as Dunik! I... I... must hate him and prepare to escape! I... I must..."

The success of such self-persuasion is low.

One day Kael returned from hunting and, after the usual chores (leatherworking, hygiene procedures, eating, etc.), he told you: “Today I have a gift for you, cutie!”

You try to answer darkly in a dissatisfied tone: “I’m just a **** sissy-bitch for you... Submissive feminized fuck meat... Hole-cocksleeve for your big cock... Stop pretending that you love me...”

The wide-cheekbones face with bronze-colored skin and two scars on the forehead (these look like marks from a bladed weapon) reflects conflicting emotions: a mixture of remorse and unyielding determination.

Kael replies: “I do everything only for your good, sweet J... I love you more than my own life! If you die, then the meaning of life will be lost for me... I hope that over time you will understand the sincerity of my motives..."

You look into his courageous face. A strong-willed large chin, a large slightly humped nose, small black drooping mustache, a passionate look of black eyes.

Would you like to object to something? Reproach him. Even insult.

But for some reason you couldn’t muster up the courage to do this. Or is the reason not fear at all?

Perhaps you have some... “special” feelings for him?

Kael took advantage of your delay. He quickly walked up to you and hugged your weak, effeminate body. His hands knead your plump, soft buttocks.

Instead of words of indignation, only a quiet groan of excitement comes out of your mouth: “Ahhh...”

Then something unusual happens.

Kael lowers your miniskirt and your thong. His hands touch that organ of your body whose existence you almost forgot. Your tiny penis. With quick movements, the man who claims to love you removes the metal chastity cage from your body.

You were so distracted by your own thoughts and emotions that you didn’t notice the small metal key in the man’s hand...

You stand there, dismayed, and watch as he takes the device to the far corner of the room. There, Kael takes out a small hammer and hits the metal of the chastity cage many times until the device collapses into a kind of metallic mass.

Kael's voice explains what happened: “I will sell this scrap metal. There will be no more such devices on your body, cutie!”

The **** collar still remains on your neck (the metal chain still limits the radius of your movement), but... for some reason, Kael's action impressed you so much that you feel tears running down your cheeks.

What is this?

Did you really cry like a girl from an excess of emotions?

And among these emotions is there a feeling of gratitude?

There is little time for reflection.

After all, Kael comes up to you again and passionately hugs your body.

Even the thought of resistance does not arise in your mind.

Strong male hands lift your effeminate body. For Kael, you are just a petite and weak cute sexy girl. It positions your body on the bed with ease.

The so-called “missionary” position...

Your legs are lifted up by the hands of a strong man.

He…

He leaned over...

His tongue... touches your sphincter.

His wet tongue penetrates deeper and deeper inside your tender and pliable anal sissy-cunt every second...

Your thoughts: “Ohhhh... My God! It's like I'm in heaven! Why?! Why does this... feel so good?!”

You whine and moan quietly in a weak, effeminate voice...