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Chapter 4

"I have selected your gown for your Debut, assuming you satisfy me enough to attend."

She gestured towards the leggy armchair across from the couch. I sat primly, smoothing my skirts out over my thighs and crossing my stocking-covered ankles. I could tell Mistress Saskia was watching me closely, looking for any mistake or tiny flaw. I folded my hands in my lap, being careful to tilt my nails towards her to show my perfect pink manicure.

"Evelyn mentioned something about that," I said quietly, studiously avoiding looking at the chaise lounge next to us. "What is a Debut, Mistress?"

"It's a tradition here in Coopersville," she explained. "It's our way of introducing newly trained sissies to the community. White gowns, pretty lingerie, the Selection."

Something about the idea made me stir in my cage.

"Gowns, Mistress?" I ventured, hopeful.

"Yes, I thought you might be interested in that," she snorted. "Appearance is an essential part of your debut, of course. You're representing me and the quality of my training, so you are expected to be on your best behavior and look… delicious. "

I shivered, picturing a dramatic ballroom filled with beautiful girls draped in white satin. Mistress Saskia was there too, along with the other women in the town, each in an elegant evening gown. They were looking at us with hungry eyes, talking amongst themselves and pointing. Comparing us, measuring us.

Planning for us.

A woman with bright green, razor-sharp eyes stared at me from the crown, her gaze slipping along my jewel-encrusted neck and low-cut neckline. She drank in my figure before her gaze snapped to mine, taking my breath away. She wanted me, I could tell. There was an animal ferocity in the way she looked at me. I suddenly felt very small, all alone in the sea of chittering sissies.

I had seen her before, I realized, while running errands for Mistress. She was always alone or in the company of another powerful-looking woman, never with a sissy. That was unusual — I couldn't think of any other women in Coopersville who didn't have one with them.

"I have to say, Michaela," Mistress' voice slashed through my fantasies. "Despite my misgivings, you have done an admirable job making up for your mistakes. If you can keep it up, you will make your Debut as planned."

"I — Really?" I gasped, looking at her hopefully. "Does that mean…?"

"That I've forgiven you?" she asked, raising her eyebrows. "No."

My heart sank.

"But if you perform well at your Debut, I will. That will be the final proof that you can be trusted."

"I understand, Mistress, and thank you," I answered.

The months since my punishment began had been agonizing. At first, it had been a relief to not be constantly tormented. But rather than making my life easier, I found myself increasingly focused on how aroused I was and how little could be done about it. It had been almost a year since my last orgasm, but the regular teasings had at least given me something to look forwards to.

Barely more than a month had passed before I begged Mistress to play with me again. That night, she gave in almost immediately, cheerfully tying me to the bed and fitting the vibrator to my cage. I was left overnight, trapped in silk and leather with the horrible, wonderful toy keeping me constantly hard. When she found me the next morning, I was lying in a pool of pre-cum.

"It's just more fun to play with you than it is to ignore you," she had explained when I asked her why she had relented.

My Debut was just a week away now, and as it drew closer, I became increasingly anxious. Mistress had said nothing about it until today, and asking had felt like a risk I couldn't take. Attending it and being uncaged had become intertwined for me. I was careful to make sure I said or did nothing that could lead to either being taken away. They had been a light at the end of the tunnel for me, and now it seemed like I might actually have them.

Don't get cocky, I reminded myself. One mistake is all it would take for it all to go away.

"May I ask a question, Mistress?"

"Go on."

"My Debut… It's for the women of Coopersville to see me, right? To see how well I've been trained."

"That's the general idea, yes."

"You mentioned a Selection, too," I continued, my voice belying the sudden anxiety I felt. "Does that mean that I'll be leaving you? Like your other sissies have?"

Mistress Saskia's face changed slowly, her normal stern expression melting away to reveal something softer and warmer underneath. I had seen this look once before — when I finally gave into myself and put on that pink dress for the first time. Her entire body seemed to brighten as she spoke.

"Why, Michaela, I'm touched! Are you afraid to leave? Even after all I've put you through?"

"I — I think I am, Mistress," I admitted.

The truth was plain to both of us: being her sissy, living in Coopersville, the dresses and the servitude and the submission, all of it was a dream for me.

Except for the chastity.

But even that had a twisted appeal to it that I couldn't deny. It made me feel like I belonged to Mistress. Giving up power over my body and my sexuality to her was intimate in a way nothing else could be. Only she could grant me orgasms — I couldn't even get hard without her. To be so wholly owned and controlled was deeply thrilling.

"Of course," Mistress said. "I could choose to release you to someone else, but the truth is that I've grown rather fond of you. I would like to have you stay, if that's something you're interested in."

"It is!" I managed to keep my voice from squealing.

"Then you'll stay with me. But of course, you'll still take part in the Selection."

"I will? Is it some sort of competition?"

"Oh, Michaela, it's much more than that," she said with a wry grin. "It's your deflowering."