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Story: Feminized, Dominated, and Locked (Vanessa's Megacollections)
Chapter 3
The babydoll swept around my thighs, the trailing ribbons punctuating the ruffled hem, teasing the band of skin above my stockings. Every step was like a sweet caress of silk and lace. The stockings squeezed my legs, my garter belt tugging them over my legs. The cups of the babydoll slid across my hard nipples. The thong dug between my cheeks.
I slipped around the corner of the door, feeling equally self-conscious and excited. I knew Amy had asked for this — demanded, almost — but I was still deeply nervous about she might react when she finally saw me. I didn't want to just be a guy in lingerie. I wanted to be hot. I wanted to turn her on just from looking at me.
I didn't have to worry.
"You look so pretty in that!" she gasped when she saw me, sitting up from the bed, eyes wide.
"Really?" I asked, my voice tinted with more hope than I expected.
This is actually a little fun.
Especially if it meant I'd get to cum.
"Yeah," she breathed, sliding off the bed to stand in front of me. "You look really hot, actually."
She took my hand and pulled it between her legs, over her sheer black panties. They were soaked and hot, the gossamer material almost dripping with her arousal. I gasped and looked at her in surprise. She narrowed her eyes and gave me a wide, knowing grin in response.
Her outfit was all sheer black and lacy straps, hiding the parts I wanted to see and emphasizing her curvaceous figure. A lace garter belt encircled her waist, fronds spilling down to her stockings. Her panties were little more than a tiny strip of material trimmed with lace; her bra open cup and draped with gathered sheer silk.
"Is all that just from me?" I asked, fingers wet from her juices.
"From you… and knowing what I'm going to do to you."
Butterflies took off in my stomach.
"What are you going to do to me?"
"Pretty girls like you just have to wait and see."
"Is that what I am now? Your pretty girl?"
"Oh yes, baby," she purred, pressing her lips to mine. "That's exactly what you are."
I shouldn't like hearing that.
But for some reason, I did.
One hand circled around my waist, fingers slipping beneath the babydoll and tugging at the edge of the garter belt. She used it to pull me against her body. Our panties pressed together, my cage pushing against her soft mound. I could feel her smile as she kissed me, and then her hand was wrapped around my device.
"Do you know what pretty girls are good for?" she asked, her voice soft and sweet.
"No," I asked, voice trembling. "What?"
My cage felt like it was going to burst from the pressure of my cock. I felt lightheaded, my chest tight. I realized my jaw was shaking.
"Pretty girls like you are for getting fucked," she whispered, words splashing into my ears. "For making your Mistress cum."
I moaned quietly. A shiver ran down my back, and my cage twitched in her grip.
"You're going to make me scream," she continued, squeezing me through the panties. "And you're going to stay all locked up and frustrated. You know why?"
Her fingers tightened around me, then slid underneath my package. She stroked slowly between my legs, the silky material of the panties soft against the tender skin. Pleasure and frustration radiated through my body, knowing this was as close as I was going to get to her touching my cock.
I think it's better with the panties.
"Why, Mistress?"
My voice was shaking as much as my body now.
"Because you want to be my toy," she said, her tone sweet and matter-of-fact. "You're my little locked up slut. All I want is your tongue and you begging me to let you out."
I moaned. The cage may have started as my idea, but there was no doubt who loved it more now. She wanted this as much as I did — maybe even more. Any ideas I had that she might let me out soon because she wanted me to cum evaporated. This had nothing to do with what turned me on anymore. The cage wasn't about my needs or desires. It was all about hers.
And knowing that turned me on even more.
"Are you going to let me cum?" I whispered.
?She giggled. "Why should I?"
"I'm so horny! It's been weeks!"
"It's not about you, baby," she said sweetly, her tone almost sympathetic. "That cage is on there so you stay focused on me."
Because my desires are secondary to hers. I'm just here to make her cum.
But that didn't make me any less frustrated.
"Please, Mistress, will you play with me in the cage?"
"Oh, baby, no," she arched her eyebrows and shook her head slowly. "It's so hot to see you like this. It turns me on so much to see you desperate like this."
"If you tease me, I'll get even more desperate."
She shuddered and bit her lip. "I love listening to you beg. It's even hotter when you're wearing that babydoll. Fuck, I need your mouth. Right now."
"You think I look hot like this?" I asked as I sank to my knees, hooking my thumbs into the waistband of her panties and slowly pulling them down.
They slid down her stocking-covered legs, pooling around her stilettos. I ran my fingers from her knees to her thighs, but she was in no mood for my teasing. In a quick, rough movement, she curled my hair into her fingers and yanked my head between her legs.
"You look amazing," she moaned as I began to lick and suck her, my tongue sliding in and out of her. "Your little cock all locked up in your pretty panties, looking all sweet and sexy. Just for me. Except, well, this turns you on, too, doesn't it?"
My blood ran cold. I strained against my cage, feeling it bounce in my panties. The strip of skin exposed at the very tip felt sticky and wet. I glanced down, replacing my tongue with a finger that slid inside her. My panties were wet too, almost as soaked through as Amy's had been.
In all our time experimenting with chastity, I'd never had any pre-cum.
"I guess," I muttered, kissing her thigh.
I've already given up my cock to her. I'm not going to give up my boxers, too.
"Admit it, baby," she said. "You love feeling pretty just like this."
My heart was pounding. "I like doing it for you."
"You don't love how that babydoll feels?" she asked.
Suddenly became very aware of the soft lace trim brushing against my naked rear.
"Or how nice those stockings are?" she continued.
The silk squeezed against my hairless legs, the feeling making my toes curl.
"Don't you like knowing that this makes me even more turned on?"
I could taste her arousal, acrid and sweet and musky.
"That's why we got the cage, right? You stay locked up so I stay satisfied. And this satisfies me."
I shuddered, looking up at her. "You really like me in this?"
"Fuck yes, baby. You look so hot like this. And I know your cage is tight right now."
"Yeah, it is."
"Oh, fuck," she moaned suddenly, squeezing her eyes shut.
She wrenched my head tightly against her as she came. I slid my tongue as far into her as I could, my other hand snaking up her rear and slipping between her cheeks. I ran my finger around her puckered rear, the tip gently probing inside. She yelped in pleasure, thighs squeezing my head, fingers digging into my scalp.
When she finished, her body relaxed, but her voice stayed tight and heavy. "I'm gunna put you in nothing but the tiniest panties and the prettiest dresses. Your whole life is going to be chastity and lace. Doesn't that sound so wonderful?"
My cage twitched, and this time I felt the pre-cum squirt from the tip. There was pressure behind it, and not just from how hard I was in the cage.
"Fuck, Mistress, I might cum."
My voice was muffled as I spoke, my mouth still between her legs. Her body was quivering. She was close to cumming again.
So soon after the last one? She really is turned on by all of this.
"I haven't even touched you!" she gasped excitedly. "You're going to cum just from me talking?"
I nodded, pressing my finger into her rear. That drew a long, low moan from her.
I thought about spending all my time in lingerie. I imagined how Amy would look at me, how she'd pounce on me any time she could. I'd be the perfect partner for her, turning her on just from how I was dressed and ready to make her cum whenever she needed it.
No, I thought, flicking my tongue across her clit. Not a partner. A toy.
The idea sent lightning down to my toes, and my cage twitched again. Now my panties must be even wetter than hers had been.
"You're going to cum just from hearing about how you'll be wearing silk stockings and garter belts with lace trim?
Images of them flashed through my head. Opening my dresser and seeing row after row of pretty, frilly delicates. Drawing stockings up my legs. Picking out heels. Seeing Amy's face as I pulled down my pants to show her the panties I had on underneath. Her pushing me backwards into a chair, aggressive and hungry for me.
"Oh, fuck," I moaned, squirting pre-cum again.
It was only going to be a matter of minutes until it was much more substantial.
"Don't you dare cum," she commanded, her voice hard even through the haze of her arousal. "You can't until I tell you to."
"I won't, Mistress, I promise," I said, doing my best to hold on.
"You're going to prance around the house in teeny-tiny dresses, so short I can see your little panties underneath," she continued.
I pictured a maid's dress, low-cut in the front and high-cut below. I drop something half on accident so I can bend low and give Amy a full view of my panties. In an instant, she's on top of me, pushing me to the floor so she can straddle my face. My skirts lay across my panties, hiding them and my cage from view.
Making me into nothing but a toy for her.
"You're going to be so horny and frustrated, you'll do anything for me to touch you, won't you."
Sexier lingerie, me on my knees begging her to let me cum. Even to just touch my cage. To let me out. Her giggling and telling me no, and me squirting at just the word. Her pinching my nipples, touching my thighs, doing anything and everything she can to turn me into a dribbling, horny mess — except touch my cage, the one thing I want her to do.
"Can you imagine how amazing it'll feel when I'm grinding my hot, wet pussy against you? Both of us in soaked silk panties?"
"Oh, fuck, Mistress."
The pressure was building now, a familiar feeling rendering alien and strange by the cage and the panties and the babydoll. I'd never cum in the cage before, much less without her touching me.
"We're both going to be so wet," she went on, her voice thickening. "Tell me you want that."
She was close to cumming again. We both were, but it was only certain for one of us. My cage was like a vice, my body tight and hard against and inside of it. If I was going to have any release at all, I needed to tell her what she wanted to hear.
But it's not just for her, is it?
"I do!" I cried, my voice louder and higher than I realized. "That sounds amazing, Mistress."
It should have been a lie. Just words, just so I could cum for the first time in weeks. But I knew it was more than that. Every thought, every image of lingerie and denial got me closer and closer to my orgasm. Putting on lingerie wasn't just a way for me to cum now.
It's how I want to cum next time, too.
"You want to be my sissy girl?"
"Sissy."
The word buzzed in my head, foreign but instantly familiar. Something I'd never heard but knew immediately was right. It conjured up short dresses and dense petticoats, tiny panties and towering stilettos. Thick dildoes and tiny cages.
"Yes, yes, I do!" I moaned, my cock spilling pre-cum.
I had to fight against it now. I was right on the edge, just waiting for her to tell me what I could do.
"Say it, and you can cum," she groaned, grinding herself against my face.
"I want to be your sissy girl!"
Our screams mingled as we came together. She bucked against me as I pumped thick, sticky loads into my soaked panties. The gossamer fabric was too thin to contain it all. It blasted out onto the floor in front of me, weeks of frustration giving way to nervous excitement about what I had just agreed to.
I'm her sissy girl.
What exactly did that mean?
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