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Chapter 10: All I Want To Be

"God, that's beautiful."

My skirts were flared around me, framing my ass and my open panties. A gift for her, wrapped and presented in lace and silk and ruffles. An invitation — a promise that she could get whatever she wanted from me, whenever she wanted, and I would love every second of it. That I needed it from her.

"Do I look pretty?" I asked, and as the words left my mouth I realized how silly they sounded — and how badly I needed to know.

"You look divine," she breathed, stroking my cheek through the satin. "Stunning, sissy. Radiant. My perfect plaything."

My clit twitched and I felt something squirt from it. Juliet reached down and pulled it backwards, between my legs. She swirled her finger around the tip, then brought it up to my mouth. I sucked it between my lips, feeling the softness of her skin and the hardness of her nail and the bitter saltiness of my pre-cum.

"Look how turned on you are," she whispered. "You're dripping for me."

I shook in reply, my skirts whispering my excitement. I needed her more than I'd ever needed anything. "Fuck me, Goddess," I breathed.

I felt her cock spread open my cheeks, the tip pressing against my entrance. She was hot and hard and thick and the only thing I wanted. I needed her. I wiggled against her, pushing and letting the barest tip of her inside of me. She shifted her weight, leaning backwards, keeping herself resting against me but refusing to enter me.

"Desperate little thing."

"Yes, Goddess!" I squealed.

"I should make you wait."

A ripple of tension ran through my body. "No, Goddess," I whined, fingers tightening on the bed. "No, please, don't make me wait anymore. I need you. I need you!"

"I love hearing you beg."

"Please, fuck me. I want to make you cum. I need your big cock in me! I need you to treat me like the sissy I am."

"You got all nice and dressed up for me. So pretty, so feminine."

"I picked the panties out just for you."

"Oh, I could tell. But you like them, don't you?"

"Yes, Goddess," I whispered.

"You like knowing how turned on I get to see your cage. You like feeling pretty and sexy like this."

"Yes, Goddess," I repeated, eyebrows arching.

"There's nothing in the world like being my pretty sissy girl, is there."

"No, Goddess, no!"

"Except for one thing."

"Yes, oh yes. Give it to me, please!"

"Being pretty and girly and with my cock buried deep inside of you."

I screamed as her massive tip finally pushed me open and slid into me. The tip bumped against my prostate and twisted my stomach into knots. Pressure built in me immediately, a spurt of pre-cum leaking out of my cage. As her cock ran deeper, more dribbled out until it was a constant stream.

"Fuck, you're so tight," she groaned, leaning forwards.

My dress and petticoat crunched sweetly as her body sank into it, her chest pressing against my satin-covered back. Her hands were suddenly on top of mine, her fingers curling around mine, our hands clasped together. I moaned, mouth falling open, eyes shut tightly as her cock slid deeper and deeper into me.

The pleasure was overwhelming, mixing with the deep, dark feeling of utter helplessness. Held in place, her body on top of mine, legs spread for her. She controlled me, could use me however she wanted. I was completely at her mercy, totally under her power.

And that was exactly what I wanted.

"Fuck me, Goddess," I moaned, twisting my neck around to try to look at her.

She released one of my hands and pushed my head onto the bed. "You don't get to tell me what to do, sissy," she hissed, her mouth next to my ear. "I use you however I want."

I nodded frantically. "Yes, Goddess."

"Take all of me."

She slammed herself into me, the thick length of her shaft forcing more pre-cum from my cage. It felt like it was going to explode, the steel finally giving way from the sheer power of my arousal. As she thrusted, her package slapped against it, my pre- cum covering it. It was locked and useless compared to hers, nothing but a tool for her to control me with.

"Oh fuck, Goddess!" I screamed as she used me, her cock sliding deeper into me with every thrust.

Her hand moved from my head and moved back to mine. I clasped it tightly, needing her on me, inside of me, around me. She fell forwards, her mouth next to my ear. I could hear her grunts, low and burning with need. She fucked me slowly then fast, hard and then softly, our bodies meeting and mingling together. We blended together, skin and satin, cock and clit.

Mine was drooling a steady stream. My legs burned from standing in my heels and one knee buckled, but her weight held me in place on the bed. She rocked her hips forwards and back, filling me with her hot pleasure. My cage was tight, a part of me, the sign of who I was and where I belonged: beneath her, controlled by her.

"You feel incredible, Goddess," I groaned.

"You're mine forever, sissy," she breathed into my ear.

"I want that."

"I know."

She dove in deep to me, splitting me open, her package resting on my cage while her fingers tightening around mine. I could feel her heartbeat through the pulses of her shaft. My heart fluttered in my chest, my stomach in tight knots, my breathing fast and heavy. Slowly, my body matched hers. Our breathing synchronized, our hearts matched. Above me, I heard her let out a tiny moan.

"You're perfect," she said.

Then she drove herself back into me, fast and hard and aggressive. "Now fucking cum for me, sissy! Cum in your little cage!"

She didn't need to ask twice. I squealed as her cock bounced over my prostate and filled me deep inside, the pressure building into tension before finally releasing in a bucking spray through the steel tip of my cage. I screamed, my head lost in a hazy mixture of silk and arousal. All I could feel was her — everywhere around me — and the tightness of my cage and overwhelming pleasure crashing into me in endless waves.

Every thrust forced more cum out of me. Six months of teasing and arousal finally released in white-hot sensation that cascaded over my body. Suddenly, my stockings were too soft — then just right. My dress was too tight, then perfect. The explosion of lace that surrounded me was part of me, evidence of my sissiness.

Then she exploded into me. Hot spurts of her heavy cum flooded me, filling me with her heat and her passion. Her thrusts never stopped, her cum spilling out of me and mixing with my own. The groans in my ear turned into howls of pleasure as ropes of cum burst from her. I took all of it — all of her, letting myself become her perfect sissy vessel.

"Is this what you thought was going to happen to you after that one afternoon?" she panted, still laying across my back, her cock resting between my cheeks.

I shook my head, barely able to move, much less speak.

"How could you have known?" she giggled weakly to herself.

She brushed my hair off my forehead and kissed my temple.

"But now you're where you belong," she whispered. "And now you never have to be anything else."

My cage twitched. I was locked now, dressed now, transformed now into her sissy.

And that's all I wanted to be.