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Chapter 7: Locked but not Forgotten

"Does that feel good?" she said around my clit. "Did you miss my mouth?"

"Yes!" I screamed, straining against the satin ribbons tied to the headboard.

My dress was a sheer pool around me, the silky fabric draped across my legs and belly, pushed up under my chest to expose my garter belt and open panties. They were the only kind that Juliet allowed me to wear — so she could grab and tease my cage with easy access no matter where we were.

The cage — a tiny steel container that wrapped around my clit and prevented it from getting hard. Locked in place with a heart-shaped padlocked that clicked and clacked as I walked, sat, rode, bent over. Juliet loved to grab it to remind me of my place. It prevented me from touching myself, and she kept it locked constantly.

Unless she wanted to tease me.

"Do you want to cum?" she purred, licking at my shaft, the cage resting teasingly on my belly.

"Oh, please, Goddess," I moaned, looking at up her. "Please, it's been so long."

"It's only been six months," she giggled.

Six months of torture, of agony, of constant build-up. Six months of silk and satin dresses and petticoats and lingerie. Six months of near-constant fucking.

Six months into the perfect sissy life.

Juliet was insatiable, in no small part thanks to my outfits. Even on days where she came home exhausted, collapsed in a heap on the couch, one look at me was enough to get her going. Most evenings would end with my face pressed against the floor or table or desk, panties around my ankles, cage clacking as she railed me.

Her favorites were the tiny skirts with voluminous petticoats, short enough for my cage to peek out from beneath the cloud of lace and silk. She would push me against a wall, hand on my caged clit, while she teased me about how horny and desperate I must be in it.

"You did such a nice job sucking my cock this morning," she'd whisper while she drummed her fingers on the steel bars. "Wouldn't it feel so amazing if I just licked you?"

"Yes, Goddess," I'd moan, knowing she wasn't going to unlock me but hopeless all the same.

"Do you want me to tease you? Let you out just so I can put you back hard and frustrated?"

"Oh, yes, Goddess!"

"You want that more than you want my cock?"

A test. A trick. There was always something.

"No, Goddess, please fuck me instead. Leave me locked and use my ass."

"Are you sure that's what you want?"

"Yes, Goddess. All I want is your cock."

"Fuck, that's sexy," she'd grin, pushing me down onto my knees and face-fucking me in the hallway.

But she had never tied me to the bed before now. This was something new — and that could be very good or very bad for me. I had worn something slinky and tantalizing that clung to my body in just the ways she liked. My nipples poked through the silky fabric, ready to be stroked and teased. It draped across my cage, trailing on the floor behind me but short enough in the front for her to grab it.

"I want to cum, Goddess," I said, and she giggled like that was the funniest thing she'd heard in weeks before slipping my clit back into her mouth and sucking hard.

"That can be arranged, sissy."

I almost didn't believe my ears, but before I had a chance to respond, she continued. "In fact, let's make it a little game."

I dropped my head back to the bed in frustration. Games always went her way.

"I'll leave the cage on. If I cum before you do, then I'll suck you to the best orgasm you've ever had."

I twitched in her hand, my stomach knotting in anticipation. Was she really going to let me cum? Was all the teasing and torture finally building to release?

"But if you cum while I'm fucking you, then the cage stays on forever. How does that sound, sissy?"

"Very fair," I moaned as she slurped me into her again, drawing me closer and closer to the edge.

"That's right," said, releasing me just before I finished. I let out a long, agonized moan that made her grin. "I am nothing if not a kind and fair Goddess."

I nodded, speechless from my near-orgasm. My fifth in as many days. Lately, she had been more interested in teasing me than in cumming herself. Vibrators and plugs and even her mouth — anything to keep me aroused and frustrated.

"Tomorrow," she said as she squeezed my clit back into its cage.

My heart leaped. If I could just hold off until she came, it would change the dynamic forever. I could keep the skirts and pretty clothes, but finally do something about how much it all turned me on.

"Tomorrow," I agreed.

I almost didn't hear the click of the lock as I fantasized about what could be next.