Remember: this is what you wanted.
You're the one who asked me to be your keyholder, remember? I didn't even want to do it -- I only dated real men before you -- but you begged and guilt tripped and manipulated me, and I didn't really have a choice, did I?
And then I saw how submissive you got, after only a few days locked up. "Oh please, may I give you a foot rub? Oh please, may I fold your laundry? Oh please spank me when I mess up."
Pathetic. A real man would never act like that; but, of course, you aren't a real man. You're a sissy, and the way your little clitty strained when I slid that pink thong up your legs proved it.
God, did it make me wet. Not a man in panties -- I still think that's fucking pathetic -- but the fact that I had the power to make you do something you didn't want to do.
From then it was game over. Shaved legs, makeup, wigs and stockings and big fake boobs. You whined, of course, but after months in chastity you didn't have the will to say no anymore.
And now we've reached a climax, so to speak. My girls will be over soon for a little party I've put together. We'll be drinking, and smoking, and you'll be putting on a show for us.
You have until the last guest leaves to cum, sissy. No, I don't care that you've already wet yourself, or that the diaper and cage makes it almost impossible for you to get any relief. Figure it out, or wait until our next little party.
And remember: this is what you wanted.
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