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Chapter 6: Steel and Silk

"You're going to be my perfect sissy girl," she moaned from above me.

I could barely hear her. Her thighs were tight over my ears, her fingers knitted tightly in her hair. She was pulling my face hard between her legs while I dove into her with my tongue. I sucked and swirled, drawing out breathy moans as she monologued above me.

"I could see it from the second — ooh! — we spoke. You don't know it yet, but — oh, fuck, yes, right there — you were meant for this. This is what you've been missing. This — ahhh! — is what you need."

My cock raged against its confines. The device and its contents were tucked neatly into the pink panties I was wearing — opaque, lace-covered satin in the front, sheer in the rear. Locked and hidden away. Like it didn't even matter. Like she didn't even plan to touch it.

The thought gave me a dark thrill. What if she never unlocks me?

"It'll be hard now, I know," she continued. "Especially — oh, yes! — because you'll be wearing those pretty nighties non-stop. If you couldn't keep your little sissy clitty out of them, imagine how hard it'll be to wear them and know I won't even touch you?"

Clitty? Like what a girl has?

I licked her furiously, my desperation pouring into her. My cage was so tight I was sure it would break, but it stayed resolutely, frustratingly in place. Her legs squeezed around my head. A toe brushed across the nylon covering my back and I moaned into her.

"I'm so excited to see you swishing around, tormenting yourself with the prettiest things you can wear. I'm going to keep you — yes, right there! Right there! — so hard in that cage that you'll do anything to get out. And do you know what I'll do every time you ask?"

I shook my head, slipping a finger inside of her. Her body tensed, back arching, fingers curling against the sheets. She was silent for a long moment, mouth open in a silent scream. I curled my finger, every moment making her body twitch and shudder. When she finally recovered, her breathing was shaking.

"Fuck, sissy. You're good at that. I was just thinking about how fucking hot you are all locked up like that. Desperate and horny. Dressing in your pretty frillies. A perfect sissy plaything."

Butterflies took off in my stomach. My toes were tingling, my fingers filled with pinpricks.

_ I shouldn't want any of that._ But what choice did I have?

What choice did I want to have?

"How does it feel knowing I'm getting what you can't have?"

I looked up at her, mouth full of her pussy, eyes wide. Her face was a mask of pleasure that split open into a broad grin when she saw my expression. She let her head fall back against the pillow, splashing into her red hair. A hand knitted itself into my hair and pulled me tight against her. Her juices covered my face and chin.

"Don't you want me to touch you? Wouldn't it feel so wonderful if I'd just take that cage off and stroke your big, hard dick?"

I nodded against her, cock fighting uselessly against its confines. There was no escape, and I knew that. The lock held everything tightly in place, forcing me down into a tiny package tucked neatly inside a pair of silky panties. Panties that would have felt incredible against my raging erection. I could almost imagine the smooth, buttery nylon wrapped around my shaft, and knowing I wasn't going to get it almost made me feel sick.

But there was something small, deep inside of me, that was excited by it.

"Please, Faith," I moaned as her hand relaxed. "Let me cum one last time before you lock me up."

She laughed, high and colored red with her passion and arousal.

"No, you silly sissy girl!" she crowed. "You've already had your last one."

The shock ran through me like ice. No — not ice. It didn't cool my heat or make me any less aroused. It was like a blade of fire stuck up inside of me. My cage felt tighter, harder, better , the lace on the nightgown stroked my thigh more sensuously than before, goosebumps erupting over my skin. The nylon caressed my body, electric and wild.

"Oh, fuck," I groaned into her, my cage twitching uselessly between my legs. "Oh, fuck, oh fuck! "

I was done cumming out of the cage. As long as I was with Faith, I'd never know another orgasm that wasn't through its steel bars. My stomach alternated between knotting and filling with butterflies, my toes curling. It was overwhelming. I felt lightheaded and hard, as if all the blood from my brain drained to my caged cock.

"Say thank you, sissy," she said from above me, her tone low — almost a growl. "You might not know it yet, but this is what you're for."

My body was shaking from arousal as I spoke.

"Thank you, Faith, for never taking it off."

Her thighs were so tight around my ears, I could barely hear her scream as she came.