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Chapter 3

The weeks that followed were a never-ending parade of partners for Mistress Saskia. She made a point to ensure I was watching each explosive orgasm she had and gave them. If I was allowed to do anything, it was simply to be a vessel for them to finish in. I was simply there to serve Mistress' needs; it was made abundantly clear that I was nothing more than a glorified sex toy.

I had never been hornier in my life.

I confessed this to Mistress one afternoon as I served her afternoon tea on the terraced lawn overlooking the street below. It was a beautiful summer day, the crystalline sky punctuated with white clouds that rolled languidly across the horizon. Butterflies landed in the carefully manicured gardens, fat bees flitting from flower to flower.

"Are you telling me this as a way to apologize?" she asked, staring at me over the rim of her teacup. "Is this supposed to be evidence of your dedication to me?"

"It was, yes," I said, my voice small as my heart sank.

"Too much time spent thinking about your clit and your cage," she said dismissively.

"I'm — I'm sorry, Mistress."

"Of course you are. You haven't stopped saying it."

I grimaced, but continued. "It's true, Mistress."

"Then show it to me. Prove to me that you're my sissy and not some helpless, self-obsessed wretch."

She gave me an expectant glance, almost like she was challenging me.

"The cage — it's so distracting," I objected. "It's all I can think about."

I saw her face fall and her brow furrow, and knew immediately I had said the wrong thing.

"The cage is for my benefit," she said, her voice hard. "The point is for you to be dedicated to me, to focus on my needs. You can't touch your clit, Michaela, because you should be thinking about me. You're far too focused on getting it removed."

I had no answer.

"So let's solve that problem," she continued. "Release is off the table. Your cage will remain on until at least your Debut. Nobody will touch it until then. You won't cum. You won't even be allowed to get hard. And if it all goes well, we can revisit the issue."

I stared at her in horror, eyes wide. That meant at least six more months in the cage.

And yet, my clit surged in its confines, though now the distinction between it and the cage that surrounded it felt academic. Clit and cage were one now: a single unit of perpetual arousal and denial. If Mistress was serious — and in all my time with her, I had never seen her be anything less — now my cage was as much a part of me as what it contained.

This was the first time she had put an explicit end date on my time, and the knowledge that I could be freed was tempered by the sheer duration I'd stay locked. Six months, maybe more. Six months to be perfect and to prove myself to Mistress. Enough time to turn her opinion, yes, but enough time to make more mistakes. Mistress had standards so high I worried I could never reach them.

What will she do if I fail? Permanent chastity? Send me to someone else? End all of this and turn me free, a sissy no more?

I felt a part of me turn to steel. I had a responsibility to demonstrate my worth. To be the best sissy I could be.

"Yes, Mistress," I said softly.

"And?"

"Thank you, Mistress."

"For what, sissy girl?"

"For patiently reminding me of my place."

She gave me a satisfied smile. "That's a good start, Michaela. Now, I'm not a cruel woman. I believe you deserve one final session with the toy, yes? Something to remember in the months to come."

"Yes, Mistress," I grimaced with a curtsey.

She waved me away with the back of her hand. I retreated, then when it was clear she was waiting, disappeared into the house to find the oddly shaped vibrator. It was pink and fit neatly into my hand, coated in a velvety softness that I had never felt on the one part of my body it was designed for.

"You may begin," she said when I returned, turning back to her book and tea as I collected my skirts in my arms. "I'll tell you when you can stop. And remember, Michaela, this is the last time anything will touch that locked clit of yours for quite a while."

"Of course, Mistress," I said, squeezing a button and feeling the vibrator spring to life in my hands.

I pulled down my panties and let them fall around my ankles, the embroidered blue flowers hiding my pink toenails. With my skirts raised, the breeze was almost chilly around my cage and naked rear. Birds chirped as goosebumps ran down my legs, provoking a shiver. I glanced at Mistress, but she wasn't paying any attention to me.

This used to be for her pleasure, but now it's just for my torment.

But I supposed that was just a different kind of pleasure for her. I fit the vibrator over my chastity cage and pushed myself into it, my caged length slipping into it. Immediately I was furiously hard, the powerful waves of vibrations crashing into me. Pleasure washed over me, intense and all-encompassing.

I moaned loudly, doubling over but managing to stay standing in my towering heels. My eyebrows arched and my mouth lolled open. The sensation was as torturous as it was blissful — I knew no matter how long I used it, I wouldn't be able to cum. That was the point: to bring me agonizingly close to the edge of orgasm and leave me there for as long as Mistress wanted.

"Your clit is mine," she had once told me. "I'll use it the way I want. And I want you so horny you're dripping. The only thing that should be on your mind is me and what you can do to satisfy me."

The vibrator buzzed against me, my entire body electric with feeling. The brush of my lace-trimmed petticoats across my rear shot a spike of pleasure through me, my clit twitching. The breeze slipped across my silk stockings. I remained hard, locked, and tormented. Exactly the way Mistress wanted me.

Exactly the way I deserved.

I tried to enjoy it more than I felt trapped by it, knowing that soon my clit would be completely ignored. My eyes crossed and my knees buckled as the vibrations changed. I could feel pre-cum spilling out around my cage, dripping down into my panties. Mistress wouldn't even have to command me to put them on. I was her sissy now, and I was going to be the best at it.

Because I had no intention of finding out what would happen to me if I couldn't be.