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Chapter 5: Saying it for Me

Within minutes — and with Katrina's tender efforts — I was furiously hard again.

I've never been this turned on in my life.

What was so different about tonight?

I know why.

But I couldn't bring myself to admit it.

She had pushed me onto the short velvet bench in the dressing room, just long enough for me to lay comfortably on it on my back. My panties were down around my ankles, keeping my legs together, and she had tied my wrists to the bench's legs with her own. I was stretched across it, my lingerie-clad body exposed and at her mercy.

"Katrina," I said almost automatically, straining at the lacy, makeshift bonds.

"Hush, sissy girl," she said from between my legs. "I'm in charge, now."

Her fingers were scraping gently upwards, across my stocking-covered legs. My chest got tighter and tighter as she came to my quivering cock, and then I moaned in frustration as they brushed passed it. My skin was tingling from the anticipated touch, my arousal morphing into raw need.

Why is it so much better like this? Is it because she tied me down? Is it because she's taking control?

You look so, so perfect like this.

"I feel…" I trailed off, knowing I should have said something like "ridiculous" but unable to form the word.

"Beautiful? Sexy? Hot?"

"Like your plaything," I managed, feeling my palms start to sweat as I said it. "Is that how you want me?"

"I tied you down, didn't I?"

A bubble of anxiety gurgled its way into my thoughts, pushing aside my arousal. I knew this was the kind of thing that some people did, but not us. Not me. Yes, it was hot, but this isn't what Katrina wanted, right?

She wants a man.

"Don't you want me to push you down and ravish you?"

"I'd much rather do the ravishing, darling," she said between soft kisses along my belly and ribs. "And dressed like this, you look ready to be ravished."

She snapped my garter strap and I sucked in air between my teeth as the sharp sting spread throughout my body as pleasure.

"You're going to —"

"Make you beg, and make you scream," she purred, her line of kisses bringing her to my nipple. "This is what I've always wanted."

"Me tied to a bench?"

She giggled. "A sexy little sissy girl, horny and helpless. Just for me to play with."

She really does want me, just like this.

The thought sent tingles down my legs and up my back. I shivered, my cock twitching in the air. I was still desperate for her touch. She gave it to me, but not the way I agonized for it — she slipped my hard nipple into her mouth through the thin cup of the bra.

"Oh, fuck, Katrina," I cried, screwing my eyes shut.

"You love this. You're so hard. The panties feel so nice, don't they?"

They did. They shouldn't — but they did.

"Please, touch me," I moaned, straining against the panties that held me tightly to the bench. "Stroke me."

"Begging already? Why should I?"

She was above me now, grinning broadly at me. Her hair fell in a dark curtain around her face, focusing the world around me to just me and her. I'd do anything for her — my new wife, my partner, my lover.

"I'm so turned on and you've been teasing me so much —"

"So much?" she laughed. "I've barely started! But if you want me to touch you, you have to do something for me."

"Anything — Anything."

"Are you sure about that?"

"I'm already in lingerie, aren't I?"

"I want you to tell me what you are now."

A cold chill ran through my body, but I stayed furiously hard. I knew what she wanted, and as I ran the word through my head, I realized how much it turned me on to hear it. I didn't know exactly what it meant to her, what it would mean for me and for us. I wanted to tell her: Yes, I want this too, I know what I can be for you, let me be your —

"I'm your husband," spilled my words.

"That's what you were," she said, her face soft and open. "What are you right now?"

My tongue was like a block of wood. "I'm — I'm —"

"Say it. Admit it. All you have to do is say it, and I'll touch your big, hard cock."

"I'm your — I'm a — your —"

"Just tell me the truth, darling," she murmured, cupping my cheek with her hand.

"I'm your sissy!"

The words burst out of me and I felt the world shift around me. I lay there panting as if I had just run up an entire flight of stairs with Katrina on my shoulders, forehead sweaty, heart thundering.

It would have been easy to say it if it was just for her. It was hard because I was saying it for me.

"Fuck, that's hot," she moaned. "Say it again."

"I'm your sissy plaything."

The words were easier now. I felt truth in them, a need to embody them.

"Mmmm, yes you are, baby," she cooed. "Fuck. Are you ready?"

"Ready for what?"

"To get fucked like the sissy you are."