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Chapter 7

She grunted softly as she pulled the crunching leather strap tight around my leg. Satisfied, she sat backwards on the bed, examining her efforts. One hand was draped across my thigh, fingers brushing idly against my package through the sheer silk of my panties. They were teasingly, achingly close to my cage.

To my clit. The thought made me feel sick with arousal.

The cock she had fastened to me was thick and tall, towering in the air between us. It wobbled lasciviously as I moved, my breathing heavy and fast, my body quivering. Purple and knobby, a swollen head pointed at the ceiling, attached to a black leather harness that she had put over my panties.

"What do you think?" she purred, stroking the dildo up and down with the same slow, twisting motion she had once used on me. "Do you like your new cock?"

"It — I —" I stammered, heart hammering. "It's a strap-on."

"Of course, baby," she grinned. "Sissies have to use a strap on if they want to fuck their Mistresses. You have a lovely, sweet little clitty, but I'm afraid a girl like me needs something more."

She ran a finger down my cage, bouncing off the tip when she reached it. "Besides, we wouldn't want you to have any little sissy accidents, would we?"

"No, Mistress," I said, voice tight.

The truth was, I was so turned on by all of it that even her touch through steel was almost enough to make me cum.

"But with your big cock," she said, biting her lip. "You can fuck me as long and as hard as I want. As I need. You're the perfect toy like this. Like a real cock."

She paused, leaning down so her lips were against mine.

"But enhanced. "

She grabbed my hand and pulled it between her legs. "Do you feel how excited I am for your cock, baby?"

My fingers were slicked, almost dripping wet. The feeling — and knowing what it meant — made me shudder with a twisted pleasure. My frustration becoming her pleasure, my denial her release. All of it melted together until a single truth stood out.

I fucking love this.

Her hand slid down between our bodies. I felt the strap-on wiggle as she grabbed it, felt her pull it towards herself. She lifted her hips and I twisted myself to reposition my cock, feeling it wobble mutely against me. The harness slid across the silk of my panties, the leather edge bumping against my clit.

"I want to fuck you so bad, Mistress," I moaned, leaning up to kiss her. "I want my cock in you so bad."

She looked at me with a hard expression for a bare instant. I smiled and nodded, lifting my head to kiss her. She pushed her lips against mine and I could feel the hesitation behind them.

"Just like this," I whispered. "The way it's supposed to be."

A shiver ran through her body and a small moan escaped her lips. Her face was soft, Amy replacing Mistress as she smiled. We connected, for just that moment, like we had before. Then the hardness in her face returned, and she stopped being Amy. She was my Mistress again.

And I became her sissy.

"Fuck me," she commanded as she pulled my cock inside.

I pushed forwards, willing my thick tip into her. Her moan turned into a long, loud cry of pleasure as I slid it further and further inside of her. The bumps ground against her as I began to thrust slowly in and out. Her face bent with pleasure, eyelids fluttering, mouth open. It was as torturous to feel nothing as it was thrilling to see her revel in it.

My pace quickened, my clit beginning to bounce within its silk confines. It was throbbing in its steel. I was so desperate that I could almost feel her as if the cock inside of her was my own. But I was a sissy now — my desperation was part of her pleasure, my cock a tool to satisfy her. She wanted me denied, needed me that way.

"Oh, fuck, your cock feels so good," she moaned, leaning down until her mouth was next to my ear.

I could hear her ragged breathing as I thrust in and out of her as best I could, arms and legs pulled tightly out. She was grinding her hips against me, taking as much of my cock as she could. Her body melted against mine, our motions combining.

The lock on my clit clicked as I rocked my hips. I was so close to being free. The familiar motions made me harder than ever in the cage. My pantied rear slid across the silk of my nightgown pooled around me. The satin ties dug into my wrists and ankles. Her breathing was loud and sibilant in my ear. My cock was nothing but a hushed bump against my belly and the aching squeak of leather.

All of it was enough to bring me to the edge.

"This is the only way you fuck me now," she whispered, nipping at my ear.

"Yes, Mistress," I squealed, shivers of agony and ecstasy coursing through me. "Anything for you. Cum for me, Mistress. Cum around my big, hard cock!"

"Don't you wish it was your clit inside me?" she groaned, slamming herself onto me. "Wouldn't this be better that way?"

"No!" I cried, truth finally pushing its way to the surface. "No, Mistress."

"No?" she asked, a note of surprise in her voice. "You want to be locked?"

"I'm your sissy," I breathed, heart fluttering at the words. "I only want you to be satisfied."

"Oh fuck," she moaned. "Fuck, that's hot."

"I'm so turned on," I continued. "I'm so desperate for you, Mistress. I've been locked up so long. My… my clitty is dripping for you."

Her eyes closed and her head dropped. Her breath was hot and warm on my neck as she came in rolling waves, each crested with a moan or a scream or a cry. I drove my cock into her through them all. The knobs and ribs bumped their way into her with every thrust, forcing out choked sounds of pleasure.

Finally, she slid off and my cock sprung back upwards, spraying her juices into the air. She laid across me for a long while. I could feel her heart hammering. It slowly calmed, her breathing becoming softer and more regular. Her fingers and toes curled and released.

I spurted pre-cum into my panties.

"The truth is," she whispered. "I want you to be satisfied, too."

"I am," I confessed. "I… I love this. I want this for you. For us."

"Then this next part will be for me, too. Are you still desperate to cum?"

My blood ran cold.

"Yes," I managed, my voice tight. "Yes, Mistress, yes."

"You're going to," she said, loosening the leather straps around my legs and pulling the harness off. "You're going to make your little sissy mess — with the cage on."

I nodded eagerly. "Anything, Mistress."

She slid the straps over her legs and pulled the harness up into place. The leather squeaked as she tightened it, the dildo pointed straight at my mouth.

"Good," she grinned, wrapping her hand around the base. "Because I'm going to fuck every last drop out of you."