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Chapter 8

She pushed it against me, my cheeks spreading wide. The pressure made my stomach tighten in on itself. My toes curled in my stockings and my heart pounded as I felt her line up behind me. The voluminous layers of my robe and nightie had been pushed to my side to expose my panties. Even those hadn't been removed; the back had been yanked roughly to the side.

"When you come from this, I'm never unlocking you again," she said softly, her tone stern and matter-of-fact. "And you will cum from it, sissy."

I shuddered, excitement and anxiety blasting through me. It was everything I dreaded and everything I had hoped for when I had first suggested the cage to her all those years ago.

But I had no idea it would end up like this.

"I want to, Mistress," I moaned, wiggling my hips and throwing her a coquettish look over my shoulder.

"I'm going to fuck you like the sissy girl you are," she grinned. "Is that what you want?"

"Yes," I breathed. "Yes."

"Say it."

"I want you to fuck me like a girl!"

Suddenly, she pushed down hard on my back, forcing me down onto the bed. The hand moved to my head, pressing it against the mattress. I gasped in surprise. My clit twitched in my panties, more pre-cum spurting from the tip. She'd never been this rough with me before.

"Beg me for it," she hissed, her voice coming from just above me.

I whimpered and tried to get out from under her, but her fingers tightened and she held me in place. I could hear her breathing hard above me, could sense the arousal pouring off her. This is what she wanted — how she wanted me. And her. This was what our relationship was now.

The way it was supposed to be.

"Please, Mistress," I moaned. "Fuck me hard and deep. Fuck me like the sissy princess I am. Show me how I'm supposed to be used!"

She shivered above me. "Do you want to cum, sissy baby?"

"Yes!" I squealed. "Fuck me so hard I cum, Mistress!"

I felt her hand probe my clit and panties, then circle around my rear entrance. It felt cold and wet, and I realized it was slicked with my own pre-cum. The purple strap-on returned, her juices mixing with my own. She was going to fuck me with my own cock.

"Oh, fuck," I moaned, screwing my eyes shut. "Oh, fuck, Mistress, fuck."

Waves of anticipation, anxiety, and excitement ran through me. My palms were soaked with sweat, my body filled with pinpricks. All of my fantasies and all of hers were colliding together, about to become reality. I was at her mercy again, but this time I was giving myself to her completely.

"You're not my boyfriend anymore," she whispered as if she was reading my mind. "You're my sissy girl."

I moaned at her words. Then it morphed into a scream as she drove the cock into me in one slow, forceful motion. It split me open, its ridges and bumps massaging me from the inside out. A curve stretched me here, a knob squeezed me there. I could feel it in my toes, in my belly, behind my eyes — my body erupted with pleasure and pain and pure, overwhelming sensation.

"Mistress, fuck!" I cried as she sank it further into me.

It slid into me as effortlessly as if it were made for me. As if I had been meant to be fucked like this. Pain gave way to sick pleasure. Ribs bumped along my prostate, squeezing out spurts of pre-cum that soaked my already-saturated panties.

"Do I feel good inside of you?" she moaned from above and behind me.

Her hands were clamped to my waist, using me as leverage to pull herself deeper into me. Manicured nails dug into my soft skin. The leathery creak of the harness was evidence of the effort she was using.

I felt like I was going to explode.

"Yes, Mistress, yes," I moaned. "It feels amazing. I want you — I need —"

My words choked off as she suddenly and swiftly pulled out before slamming herself back in. All the long, drawn-out pleasure of her first thrust collapsed into a single bright burst that made me scream again. My fingers curled into fists, so tight I was worried I might draw blood.

"I'm taking your sissy virginity," she growled as she thrust in and out again. "You're my sissy girl now, baby. Fully and completely."

I squirted more pre-cum from my clit.

"I'm never letting you touch your clit again. You only wear pretty dresses and silky panties. Your mouth is for my pussy. Your ass is for my cock."

She emphasized the final word by thrusting into me again. Pressure was building rapidly inside of me. It threatened to overwhelm the pleasure I felt, white and intense and filling me. Her cock slammed in and out, every drive stripping away whatever was left of her boyfriend and revealing the sissy buried inside.

"Fuck me," I squealed, barely able to form coherent sounds. "Fuck me. Fuck me. Fuck me!"

"Cum for me, sissy," she whispered, her voice suddenly next to my ear. "Cum for like the way a sissy does. With her Mistress' cock in her ass."

"Oh — Oh — Oh! " I cried as she dug herself into me, her hips slapping against my cheeks.

Her tip nestled deep inside of me. The length of her cock filled me completely, stretching me wide for her use and my pleasure. The pressure was almost too much to bear, my cage so tight I thought the lock might shear off. My body was alive with sensation, a buzzing feeling radiating out from her knobby cock and reaching out from my head to my toes.

For a moment, I could see us from the outside: her, dressed in glistening black satin, head thrown back in triumph as she fucked me. Me, awash in sheer pink silk, cheek jammed against the bed, rear in the air, begging to take a cock. My cage, hidden and buried beneath it all, my cock transformed into a clit, a boyfriend into a sissy.

The sissy I was always meant to be.

In an instant, everything froze. My breathing stopped, the quaking of her hips slowed. I could feel my breath, hot and tight, lodged in my chest. Heart caught between beats, relaxed and loose as the body around it was taut and taxed. Glazed in silk and lace, wrapped in steel, a gift to my Mistress.

I exploded into my panties, thick streams of cum erupting from the tip of the cage and drenching my panties. They struggled valiantly to contain it, but months of frustration burst out over the waistband and through the leg holes, soaking me and my delicates. My heart thundered in my ears, loud enough to muffle my scream as I came.

The cock slammed fast and hard now. Each movement forced out more cum, my package bouncing and twitching with the effort. An intense feeling of relief overpowered the pleasure before becoming a kind of pleasure itself: a singular intensity that flooded out from my cage.

"Very good, baby," Mistress said softly from above me as the roaring in my ears faded down to a gentle roar. "You did it, sissy."

"That… That was incredible," I breathed, chest heaving against the bed. "I — I —"

"You're my sissy now," she interrupted, mercifully pulling the cock out of me, the motion loosing one last spurt of cum. "Permanently caged. My perfect, sexy little toy."

Permanently caged.

I shuddered. Once it would have been in fear. Once the conflict between by my desire to be locked and denied and my animal need to cum would have been too much to handle. Once I would have given in. Once, Amy would have let me.

But I was a sissy now, and my pleasure was just a tool for her to torment me with.

"Thank you, Mistress," I moaned weakly. "Would you like to cum again?"

She grinned. "Very, very much."