Dick's wife now had him wearing a locked chastity device. Once a week, and only if he was made up to perfection, only if he was perfectly waxed and only if he was wearing the prettiest underwear and heels could he jerk off. Even then, his wife might get bored and force him to stop and put the chastity device back on without cumming. His head was swimming, he was being trained to want to dress as a girl, he spent all his spare time looking for prettier undies to impress his wife and let him cum. He was spiralling into womanhood and couldn't do a thing about it. Little did he know what stage 2 of his wife's plans were.