I sat on my bed, held the bear in my arms. The pink bed cover was cool and crisp on the exposed part of my thighs. I looked down at the heels, the locks that fastened them to my ankles. While I was always free to leave, I knew I could not do so except dressed like this, feminized.
The same with the chastity cage. Master had insisted I wear it from the moment we met. "I have a simple rule," he said, "a sissy is never permitted to cum. So, go to the bathroom in put on the cage. Don't worry, the moment you want it off, I'll give you the key, but that will be the last time you see me."
I remember being too turned on that first meeting, willingly put on the cage, sure I'd be out of it soon enough.
But the cage and what it meant trapped me.
When I came back from the bathroom with the cage locked on and gave him the key, he surprised me. "Thank you. Now, here's how this goes. We're not going to see each other for sixty days. But three things. First, in that time, if you want unlocked, just text me and I'll do it within the hour. But that will be it. Second, I'm going to send you a link to a video every evening, each one ten to thirty minutes. I want you to watch it before you go to bed. Third, if you're still interested at the end, we'll meet and go over my rules."
I walked out thinking I'd ask for the key back in a few days. Like, fuck him,
But then he sent the first video link, a hypnosis video titled Cock Worship. The second day, another one titled Sissy Slut Trainer. The third day, another one titled Swallow. He said I was to listen to each one every day and by the end of the first week, all I could think about was being a sissy, cock, and swallowing cum.
Why was the cage so smart? Locked, I couldn't masturbate. Unable to masturbate, I got more and more sexually excited. Sexually excited, I was more and more into his videos.
At the end of the sixty days, I was a walking mess, essentially horny all day, essentially leaking all day, desperate to cum.
When we met again, I could hardly talk, hardly breath. "Are you ready to serve me?" he asked.
"Yes," I whispered, "please, yes."
His rules were simple. I would be kept in chastity so I'd have no sexual pleasure with my penis (clit as he called it), I'd be kept feminized, and I'd do as told.
Sixty days ago I'd have told him to screw off. Now, I couldn't wait to serve him.
So there I ended up. Caged, denied, feminized, his sissy. And every day I became more aroused, until arousal was my normal state, until I hungered to serve him, until his cock became my life. I knew I had the option to leave, but I didn't want to.
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