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Chapter 1

"That is just the cutest dress," she gushed, lifting the ruffled skirts with one hand while she pushed past me, through the open door. "I don't think I recognize it, is it new?"

"Ah, Evelyn —" I objected. "I don't really have time today. Mistress will be home soon and I'm so far behind —"

"I just got to pick out my Debut gown," she continued, ignoring me. "It's just dreamy. I can't wait for you to see me in it!"

"Me neither, Evelyn, but I think you need to go."

The other sissy girl whirled, her face firm. Her skirts flared around her, and I realized she wasn't wearing any panties. Unlike me, Evelyn's Goddess didn't require her to wear a chastity cage. I was already hard in my cage, but I couldn't tell if it from jealousy or the knowledge of what we were about to do.

"Don't even try to pretend you don't want to, Michaela," Evelyn snorted.

"We can't keep doing this every day," I said, closing the door and trotting after her into the living room.

"What's stopping us?"

She was on top of me as soon as I entered, our petticoats crushed against each other. She had her arms wrapped around my pink satin-clad waist, her lips already exploring my exposed collarbone. Faint red lip prints led a trail down the lace-trimmed edge of my collar.

"I could barely finish my chores yesterday!" I breathed, my body already responding to her touch.

The bars of my chastity cage held me tight and fast, even as my clit strained against them. It was tucked neatly in my satin panties, hidden beneath the lace and silk and satin of my petticoat and dress. Forgotten, cast aside, irrelevant. A constant reminder that I was a toy for providing pleasure to others.

"Doesn't it seem like more fun to finish me? " Evelyn purred before kissing me deeply.

"You know I love that," I whispered, reaching into the cloud of lace she wore and finding her long, hard clit there.

Evelyn was surprisingly well-endowed, especially for a sissy — which is probably why her Goddess Caity kept her out of a cage. I could picture her riding Evelyn, both dressed in beautifully elegant lingerie, the sissy doing everything she could to make her Goddess cum. I got even harder in my cage.

Three more days, I reminded myself. And you get your first orgasm in a year.

Mistress Saskia believed that a sissy in chastity was an eager sissy, always ready to serve and submit. After she had dressed me that first time and locked me away five months earlier, she had made it clear that the time I spent in the cage would be tied to how well I satisfied her. Any mistakes or failures would lead to more time in the cage.

And to think that she had started the clock at just a week.

Evelyn was thick and hot in my hand. She gasped quietly as I began to stroke her, draping her arms around my neck and kissing me. I returned it half-heartedly, trying to inventory the chores I still had left to do. I hadn't let Mistress down yet, but I knew the punishment would be severe if I did.

So it was all I could to keep from screaming when I heard the door open.