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Chapter 4

It was small and pink, like the tulips that lined the walkway to her house. Barely shorter than my thumb and only slightly wider, the solid tube fit against a heavy ring in the same color. It would, I realize, cover my manhood completely — save for a small opening at the tip.

"Take off your panties and stand on the floor," she commanded, all the warmth from her voice now gone. "Do not make me ask twice."

I balked, still reeling from my orgasm. Slowly, I sat up and draped my legs over the edge of the bed, eyes glued to the object she held between her fingers. I'd never heard of one before, but I knew what "chastity" meant — and the bulbous tip at the end of the pink shaft left no doubt which part of my body it was going to go on. A "chastity cage."

My chastity cage, I thought, fear suddenly slicing through the warm glow of my orgasm.

I stood as if I were in jelly, my body trailing behind me. I made my way to the center of the room, standing in the spot where she had first stripped me, then dressed me. My clothes were still crumpled in the corner. Gone was the boy who had entered. I looked at myself in the mirror. What had Saskia called me? Not a girl — something else.

A sissy.

I pushed my panties down as Saskia kneeled in front of me.

"Are you ready for this?" she asked, looking up at me expectantly.

"That goes on my… dick?" I asked, my view of it blocked by my dress.

Almost like it isn't there.

"Yes, and then it becomes your clitty, " she answered. "And you become a sissy, once and for all. My sissy."

"Forever?"

"For now."

"When does it stop?"

"When does anything stop?" she said with a wry, tired smile. "When it isn't right anymore."

I felt her hands lift my package and flaccid member. She pulled them through the ring, settling it at their base. The warm softness of her hands and the sweet femininity of my dress was already making me begin to swell.

"So soon?" she asked with a note of delight. "You really are a sissy, aren't you."

Something compressed my manhood and stopped it stiffening. I pulled back my skirts in time to see a small silver padlock thread into place, tying the ring to the tube containing my cock. Saskia pinched it shut with a tiny click that reverberated in my teeth. Then she pulled my cum-soaked panties back into place and lovingly patted the front of them.

Butterflies erupted in my stomach. I suddenly noticed I was shaking, my breathing short and shallow.

What did I just let her do? I wondered, eyes widening as I stared at the smooth pink satin that contained my — what?

Not a cock anymore.

"I'm no longer Saskia Burton to you," she said, standing and taking my trembling hands.

Her touch steadied my body but sent anxiety coursing through my arms to my chest where it crawled outwards in tight waves throughout my body. There was a loud rushing sound in my ears as I met her gaze. The fire in her eyes was gone, now replaced with cold calculation.

"Now I am your Mistress Saskia — or a simple 'Mistress' will do. You will always speak to me with my title. You will always comply with my directions. Furthermore, you will never talk back. And you will make sure your appearance always pleases me. In return, you will be my sissy girl. Do you understand?"

"Yes… Mistress," I murmured, struggling to take in everything that was happening to me. "I understand."

She narrowed her eyes and gave me a quick, curt nod.

"Your name is Michaela. You are my sissy girl now," she continued. "And this —" she placed her hand on the front of my panties —" is no longer your cock. Now you have a locked sissy clitty."

I balked but nodded, my insides tying themselves into a knot before sinking into a pit deep inside of me.

I'm Michaela the sissy now, I repeated. With a locked sissy clit.

Mistress Saskia took my hand and led me out of the room, and I took my first steps into my new life.

In the first weeks, I became aware of the problem the clothes were going to be. They were as stunning as they were girly, and I filled my cage every time I saw them. Wearing them was worse — the soft fabrics and frilly trims kept me almost constantly aroused. Any glimpse of myself in the mirror was enough to make me keenly aware of my locked clit. It was wonderful, horrible, satin torture.

Mistress Saskia took it upon herself to make it even worse. My chores were regularly interrupted by hands sliding over my silk-covered legs or into my panties. Lately, she had even begun using a vibrator on my cage, its slender shape belying the intensity of sensation it filled me with.

"There, Michaela," she instructed one afternoon, grabbing my cleaning supplies and tossing them to the side. "On the chair."

I sat where she pointed, keeping my knees and ankles together as she had taught me. I smoothed my black dress out over my stockings, making sure the ruffled apron was straight. The skirt was short enough and my petticoats dense enough that they stood straight out even when I sat. A slice of frothy silk barely concealed my stocking tops.

"Beg me for it," she instructed, settling in on the couch across the lounge, her dress riding up as she did.

"Please, Mistress," I began, putting as much arousal into my voice as I could. "Please, let me cum today. I'm so horny and I've been such a good sissy girl for you. Haven't I?"

"You've been the perfect sissy," she chirped. "Do you think perfect sissies get to cum from touching their little clitties?"

"If their Mistress lets them," I answered with a smile.

"Does that mean I should?"

"I want it so bad, Mistress Saskia."

"You've barely been locked for a month," she snorted.

"I'm so horny, Mistress. All I can think about is my panties and my cage and my dresses!"

"Good — those are what a sissy's head is supposed to be filled with. Do you think that makes you special enough to cum?"

"No, Mistress, I guess not," I sighed. "But don't you like watching me try?"

"I do," she admitted with a pleased smile.

She tossed the vibrator to me. It was already on. I gasped in surprise, then spread my legs. My dress fell just low enough between my legs to hide my panties. I gave Mistress what I hoped was a sultry look, biting my lower lip as I brought the toy to my panties, resting the buzzing tip against my cage.

Tight, electric pleasure filled my locked clit even as it was tightly constrained by the cage. The hollow buzzing sound filled my ears as I ran the vibrator up and down the tiny length packed in my panties. It kept me furiously hard but agonizingly far from an orgasm.

I did not have to pretend that it felt good. I moaned with real pleasure and genuine frustration. I ran the vibrator in circles over the tip of my cage, desperately to cum. I spread my legs open further, laying back against the chair. My dense petticoats compressed and pushed behind me, their rustling sound lost in the tinny buzzing between my legs.

"I want to see it today," came Mistress' voice, wafting lazily through the humid air. "Show me your little locked clit."

After a moment of dawdling, the vibrator still pressed to my cage, I took it away and peeled the black lace down. I scooped out my package and clit, letting the waistband snap back up behind them. The petticoat brushed across them but I felt nothing. I longingly remembered the first time she had dressed me, when my then-cock had been freely caressed by the sweet silk and lace. Today, I was left with nothing but the muted pleasure of the vibrator and the clothes that left me equally elated and agonized.

Mistress had her own panties down now, legs spread wide open, her fingers playing furiously between her legs. She was staring at me with a predatory expression, watching me struggle to cum while she moaned and groaned in obvious delight. I teased myself with the vibrator while she watched. She came in front of me twice, then pulled off her panties and flung them at me.

"You're done, Michaela. Take off your panties and put mine on instead," she commanded, standing and pulling her tight dress back into place. "So you remember what you're not getting."

With gut-wrenching frustration, I turned off the vibrator and stood, shimmying out of my black lace thong. They draped over my stilettos before I stepped out of them with a practiced movement. I bent at the waist — the way Mistress insisted I did — and exposed my naked rear, my skirts falling forwards over my back. My cage dangled between my legs, hidden from view by layers of satin and silk.

Mistress' panties were blue satin in the front with sheer lace in the back. When I touched them, I felt how soaked they were from her arousal. Slowly, I pulled them over my black stockings and settled them into place, her wetness cold against my skin.

She gets to cum. I do not.

"You're very pretty," came her voice from behind me. "Something about the way you put on panties is very sexy."

"Thank you, Mistress," I said, still feeling shaken from the vibrator.

"Are you ready to go?"

"Go where Mistress?" I asked in surprise.

"Out," she said. "You've been cooped up here long enough. Now it's time for you to see how sissies get treated here in Coopersville."