" I hesitated, looking to Blondie for guidance. "You will need to obey anyone who tells you to do anything, anything at all, this evening, Helen," sai... Blondie. Alice took pity on me and explained, "We need to be sure you followed Blondie's instructions. There's no way to tell whether you thought you might have been able to wear a tiny little thong without her noticing. If it were discovered at the party, you would be asked to leave as would Blondie as your sponsor. Neither of you would be. Others are friends that I've met either in real-life or online, who have sought my advice as they embarked on their journey of enforcing male chastity with their husbands. I've stayed in contact with most of these women over the years, and they are always eager to share with me the latest developments in their journeys. First and foremost, if your husband has hinted that he might want to 'experiment' with you locking him in a male chastity device, run (don't walk) to your favorite supplier of. ?Let me help you get it on. You look cold.? I couldn’t deny that I was freezing. And then things got interesting.Despite us having a towel each he began to rub his t-shirt around my body, absorbing the water, and then he asked me to raise my arms so he could slip on the sweater. I told him I could put it on myself and he declined, again telling me to raise my arms, so I did. As the sweater passed over my head and down my torso, falling well below my waist, he looked me directly in the eyes. Probably belonging to your mother, sister, wife, girlfriend, painted with makeup and nail polish......masturbating away as you wallow in a deluge of girlie sensations - the soft friction of you sheer stockinged legs brush aghast each other and pretty panties around you waist, the tight embrace of a woman’s around your flat chest......immersed in girlie thoughts and girlie emotions.But all the while, there is this fear in the background - a fear of being caught in her stockings and underwear. So.