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Chapter 5

"Do you like your new dress, baby?"

I let my eyes trace up the long curve of her legs as I clipped her garter belt to the lace stocking-top. Her black satin panties were draped across the arm of the chair in the corner of the bedroom, her trim blue dress next to it. I had seen it on her before, and it was one of my favorites. It skimmed her body, the hem ending at just the right spot on her thigh to be subtly seductive.

A complete contrast to mine.

I knelt next to her, my dress brushing against her legs. A pale, minty blue-green that shimmered as it moved, trimmed in rippling lace and floating above a cloud of ivory petticoats. It dripped with ribbons and bows. Tiny rosettes were set in the center of each, mirroring the large one tied behind my back. Enormous, sheer balloon sleeves encased my arms, elbows emerging from a spray of lace trim. Even the tiniest movement sent the entire confection rustling, lace swinging around my hips and revealing tantalizing flashes of my panties.

If they could even be called panties — a bare scrap of lace in front to contain my cage, completely open in the rear. A tall strip of lace masquerading as a waistband was finished with more large bows over my hips. All of it made me feel like some sort of girlish gift, wrapped in satin and silk, waiting to be explored and used.

"I do, Mistress," I said softly, standing next to her in my towering, powder blue stilettos and brushing out my skirts. "Thank you very much."

She turned to me with a knowing smile and grabbed my wrist, pulling my hand down between her legs. Her lips were wet, my finger sliding effortlessly inside. She let out a small mewling sound of pleasure as I slipped it in and out of her.

"I have to go to work," she murmured, pushing my hand away. "I just wanted you to feel how turned on I am to see you like this."

I grinned and leaned forwards for a kiss, dress whispering sweetly around me. "That's not all you wanted."

"No," she said, voice heavy. "No, it's not."

She curled her fingers around mine and tugged me towards the bed, sitting primly near the headboard. She was magnificent in just her bra, garter belt, and panties. So far not a day had gone by without her needing some personal attention as I dressed her.

"Stay right there," she said, opening the nightstand drawer and pulling out her smooth vibrator. "You know, baby, you've been doing such a good job as my maid the last few days. Do you want a little reward?"

My heart leapt.

Will she unlock me?

"Yes, Mistress," I said, biting my lip. Then I quickly added: "If you think I deserve it, of course."

She giggled, then reached out to pull my panties down. She gasped as her fingers brushed across the front of them, and I immediately felt embarrassed.

"They're so wet!" she said, pulling them away and examining the clear fluid running over her white-manicured nails. "It's barely been three weeks in your cage!"

I grimaced and stared at the floor. "I'm just… I've been hornier than usual, lately. I'm sorry, Mistress."

"Hey," she said softly. "You don't need to apologize. Honestly, baby, I think it's pretty hot."

I glanced up at her, eyebrow raised.

"Just putting on panties turns you on," she continued. "I wasn't sure how much you'd like wearing a full, pretty dress like that… But I guess I have my answer."

"I like it a lot," I breathed, chest tightening.

I'd never said it out loud before. I'd barely even allowed myself to think it. But as I said the words, they filled the room. The truth was obvious now.

"You've been dripping all day?"

"Yeah, since breakfast."

"That's so hot," she said, her voice verging on a moan. "Oh, I bet you want to touch yourself so badly, don't you?"

"Is that my reward?" I asked hopefully.

"Do you want to use the vibrator?"

"Oh, fuck, Mistress. Can I?"

I was almost shaking now. I'd only cum once in my cage before, but I was so aroused now that even a gust of wind could have set me off. My cock felt buzzy in anticipation, straining against its steel confinement, ready to be used. Even if it wasn't going to be freed.

Without answering, she pulled my panties down and turned the vibrator on. She spent a long moment cycling through its settings until she found one she wanted. The toy was loud enough that I could hear it, a throaty hum interspersed with quick buzzing whines. It was so close I could almost feel it through the air.

My stomach tied itself in knots as she brought up to my cage. The tip was almost touching, just a hairsbreadth away. I closed my eyes and a quiet moan slipped my lips. I felt my cock surge and a single drop of pre-cum spilled from the tip, falling to the floor in a long, thin strand.

"Is this what you want?" she asked, voice low.

"Yes!" I squealed, wringing my hands at my chest. "Please, yes!"

"Do you think you deserve it?"

"Oh, Mistress, I hope so," I whined. "I'm so horny. It's been so, so long."

"You want to cum right now?"

"Yes!"

"Too bad."

She whipped the vibrator around and thrust it between her legs just as another stream of pre-cum spurted from my cage. In one smooth motion, she threw her legs up on the bed and sank backwards into the pillows. She ran the vibrator up and down and inside herself.

I let out a cry of tortured agony.

What if she never unlocks me again?

The thought filled me with as much dread as it did arousal. More pre-cum dripped from me, turning into a steady stream now. It pooled in my panties around my ankles. Amy groaned and arched her back as she swirled the toy over her clit. Fingers tightened around the sheets on the bed, then around her breast, a hard, pink nipple peeking out from between knuckles.

There was an airy sound that was mixing with the throaty hum of the vibrator. I looked down and realized it was my petticoat — I was shaking so much that they were dancing loudly. Shiny ribbon tails swung in the air, the fabric catching shafts of light and twinkling as it bounced around me. My petticoat was so big I couldn't even see my cage, but I could feel it as more pre-cum dribbled out of it.

An orgasm crashed into Amy as I watched, helpless and frustrated, from the bedside. She opened her mouth in a silent scream, her face twisted in overwhelming pleasure. A tiny, choked sound emerged, then a long moan as she was hit with another wave of pleasure. Her hand, transformed into a claw, reached out and found my leg, nails sinking into it. Her touch made me jump, then squirt more pre-cum into my panties.

It was torture to watch her. I was desperate for even a fraction of what she was getting. Even if she refused to let me cum, the tantalizing promise of something other than crushing chastity had been a thrill. The lace and frills of my lingerie and dresses caressed and stroked and teased every part of my body except the one I wanted.

Finally, she finished, body relaxing down onto the crisp white sheets. The formed deep, wide creases where she lay. She was breathing heavily, the vibrator dropped to one side. It was still buzzing loud enough for me to hear it. To know that she could have an orgasm whenever she wanted, and I was stuck, frustrated.

She sat up off the bed, crossing to the chair and picking up her dress. I watched her, mouth open, body buzzing with shock and agony and deep, endless arousal. She stepped into the silky blue garment and pulled it up around her. It clung to her curves. If I hadn't just watched her play with herself in front of me, it would have made me leak just to see her.

Turning, she walked towards the bedroom door. When she was just one step passed me, she stopped and turned slightly. A single lock of hair had fallen out of place, curling next to her jaw.

"There's your reward," she said, patting my cheek. "Now, go finish your chores."