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Chapter 7: Four Months of Torment

"Cage check!"

Her hands slithered over my shoulders and down my chest, finding the space between satin-covered buttons and slipping inside my blue satin robe. Fingers probed across the silky nylon underneath, working their way down my chest to my nipple, already hard. I bit my lip to stifle my moan as she pinched it, rolling it between her fingers.

Her other was on my cage.

"Really, Harmony," she said, her voice halfway between a giggle and a scold. "Are you ever not hard in this?"

"No, ma'am," I managed, voice quivering from the tiny circles she was making around my nipple.

Her fingers closed around my package and cage, giving them a tiny squeeze that forced an equally tiny yelp from me. I was desperate for more, my hips pushing forwards into her hand. Any attention to my cage was enough to drive me wild, but in the months after she had locked me, she had given me nothing but teasing and torment.

True to her word, she had not given me any orgasms outside of the cage, but that didn't mean she hadn't unlocked me. One of her favorite games was to lay on the bed next to me and rub her hands over my cage as if it were a clit. I was always so turned on that after a few minutes I would start to leak.

"Oh, that's so hot," she'd moan in my ear, swirling her finger through my pre-cum and slipping it into my mouth for me to suck clean. "If you keep that up, I might unlock you."

On some nights, she did — but I still couldn't tell whether that was lucky for me or not.

"Such a big clitty," she'd murmur as she stroked it, always wrapped in thick layers of beautiful, soft nylon. Lace trim and ribbons would brush against my thighs as she teasingly stroked my throbbing shaft. It was intense, overwhelming pleasure. Too slow to bring me even close to cumming, but plenty fast enough to make me tremble and moan and leak.

"Is that a bad thing?" I'd whisper.

"No, sissy girl," she'd giggle. "Knowing how big it is only makes it sexier to see it locked up in your little cage."

"Oooh," I'd moan, eyebrows arched.

It didn't matter how long she stroked me. It was never long enough. And it was always far too long.

I ached to cum. It was a constant pressure in the back of my mind, a low need that ballooned to fill my thoughts at any moment of downtime. Desperation didn't describe it — it was an all-consuming need. Every fiber of my being wanted to be released and stroked and finally cum.

But Faith knew what I really wanted, and she delighted in giving it to me.

"Your panties look so much prettier when you're locked," she'd said. Or: "I just love seeing that cage in nylon. Don't you wish you could feel it right now?" Or: "Oh, Harmony, you look positively divine. Come service me right now."

She had told me that Henry didn't suit someone so pretty and girlish, so just as my cock had become a clit, I had become Harmony.

I thought it suited me particularly well.

"Harmony," she began one morning, the sounds rolling off her tongue in a way that made me shiver with pure delight. "How long have you been here with me?"

"About four months?" I ventured. It was easier to deal with the cage if I didn't count the days.

"Have you ever gone that long without cumming before?" she asked, giving me puppy-dog eyes.

"Not really."

"I'm so proud of you," she grinned, rising from the chair and flowing across the room to me. Her sheer gown trailed behind her, the gossamer fabric floating in the air. She had no underwear on beneath, the silk just sheer enough for me to catch tantalizing glimpses of her hips and breasts and nipples. "Admit it, you like it better this way."

I winced and shut my eyes, only opening them when I felt her hand rest on my cheek. She was looking at me with a warm smile, one that said she knew what was good for me better than I did.

Slowly, I nodded. "I wouldn't have asked for it."

"No, but sissies like you need to be shown who you are. The minute you saw those nighties, you knew it would end up like this."

"I didn't even know what a chastity cage was when I saw them."

"But you knew that you liked the build-up more than the release. That you liked teasing more than climax. That you wanted to be tormented and teased while I got to cum. That makes it so much better, doesn't it? Knowing that I get to have what you're so desperate for? That I get to cum as often as I want, and you're the one who has to get me there?"

Her hand shot out and grabbed my cage through my layers of silk and nylon. I squealed in shock and arousal, instantly swelling within it. She grinned at me, a baring of fangs that only made me harder.

"Y— Yes," I stammered.

She leaned in close, standing on her toes so her mouth was next to my ear. "I like it too."

The whisper made me shiver.

"The thing is, Harmony, all-build up is no fun if there's no release," she continued, voice barely above a whisper. My chest went tight.

Am I going to be unlocked?

"Eventually, you forget about what you were missing. The build-up stops being exciting and starts being common. "

Is she going to let me cum?

I pushed the thought from my mind. I couldn't get my hopes up.

"You've been the perfect sissy girl for me, Harmony. I think you've earned a reward, don't you?"

I drew in a deep, shuddering breath. My heart was beating so hard I was worried it would pound straight through my chest. I wanted to open my mouth and scream yes! Yes! I want to cum! Let me fuck you and fill you up! — but I knew better than that.

"If you think so," I said, the words stiff and hard to say.

Her breath tickled my ear as she breathed out quickly in something approaching a giggle. "Good girl."

I closed my eyes in relief. But they snapped open in shock at what she said next.

"Tonight, you get to cum."