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Chapter 5: Her Property

She came around me hard and fast, her muscles clenching and releasing around my shaft. I was so hard and aroused that just that was almost enough to make me cum. But I knew that I shouldn't — couldn't — cum yet, that I needed to wait for my Goddess to give me permission.

So it was a cold shock when she told me I couldn't.

"I'm going to bring you right to the edge," she purred, climbing off me and slipping me straight into her mouth. "And then when you're begging me to let you cum, do you know what I'm going to say?"

She must be able to taste herself on me.

The idea made me twitch in her mouth. I felt something squirt from my tip and briefly worried if I had cum before realizing it was pre-cum. I hadn't had that happen since I was a teenager.

"What are you going to say, Goddess?" I asked, my voice high and tight.

"I'm going to say no. "

I moaned, and not just because she started sucking me again. Her hands slid over my satin- and silk-covered body as she worked, keeping my attention focused on my clothes just as much as her mouth. She wanted to remind me what I was, keep me in my place. She was my Goddess.

I was just her sissy.

"Fuck," I cried. "I'm — I'm going to cum."

"I don't see how that's my problem," she said flatly, continuing to stroke and suck me.

I bellowed in frustrated, agonized pleasure as I fought to keep myself from cumming. My legs bent, my body bucked, my fingers curling into tight balls. She was relentless, using every trick she knew to pleasure me. I felt like I was going to explode, needed her to stop, knew that if she kept her mouth on me for even a second longer, I'd cum, I'd break her heart, I'd do the one thing she told me not to, worried that she'd take it all way and this would all end just as I was starting to realize how much —

"Good girl," she said, her voice low and dark with pleasure. "You did such a good job for your Goddess."

I was sweating, my heart pounding. Relief coursed through me as she sat up, her fingers resting on my thighs. I panted while she stared at me, her expression a mixture of pride and power. I was sure she was thinking of how to torment me next.

"Thank you, Goddess," I managed between breaths.

"Are you ready for more?"

"Oh, fuck," I groaned as her mouth slipped around me again.

She pumped me relentlessly, drawing me to the edge of orgasm over and over, each time forcing me to control myself. My cock went from red to purple as she teased and tortured me, languidly lapping up the steady stream of pre-cum pouring from my tip. Every lick sent red-hot pleasure shooting through my body. Every fiber of my being was dedicated to the sole task of not cumming.

It was all I wanted to do. It was beyond desperate. Like a man in the desert dying of thirst, I would have done anything for it. I had never felt like this before, a wretched mess of pre-cum and sensation and anguish wrapped in girlish beauty and tied off in a thick satin bow. Silk and satin and lace quivered as my body shook within its feminine cocoon.

"I think you're ready," she said softly, running her fingers across my dribbling tip and drawing one final groan from me.

"Ready for what, Goddess?" I asked as she stood up from the bed and crossed the room, but I didn't need to ask to know.

My stomach was full of butterflies now, the edges of my vision blurry. First the tension at the base of my swollen erection as she slipped the hard ring over and around it. Then hard pressure as she forced my cock to relax, to shrink down to its flaccid size and slide into the cold plastic tube. My streaming pre-cum lubricated my cock, and it slid in effortlessly. Then the quiet click of the lock that echoed in my head.

The arousal stayed, desperation mounting. My heartbeat quickened with my breathing as I looked down between my legs. Goddess held my skirts down so I could see my caged member framed by lace. It gave me a sick thrill and I immediately began to swell in my cage. The relentless walls held me firmly in place. The pressure was almost comforting.

"Oh my, you like this quite a bit," she cooed, brushing her fingers across my purple package. "You like being my caged sissy, don't you, Dalia?"

"Yes," I breathed, a rushing sound in my ears. "Yes, I do, Goddess."

"Do you like your pretty dresses?"

"Yes," I breathed, remembering what was in my closet.

This was just supposed to be us experimenting. Dipping our toe in the water — but we knew the truth when we started. It had always been all-or-nothing.

"Do you like knowing you'll never wear anything else?"

"Yes, I want that," I moaned, pantied and stockinged and made-up.

"Are you ready to be my toy? My plaything?"

"Oh, fuck, yes," I squealed.

"The hornier you are, the more desperate you are — the happier I am. I want you pretty and dripping and ready to serve me however I ask."

"I want that too. Fuck, Goddess, yes."

"Nothing but silk and panties and chastity for you, Dalia. Is that what you want?"

"Yes!" I cried, and surprised myself with how much I meant it.

"Say it."

"I want to be your sissy." The words rushed out of me in a stream of truth. "I want to be pretty and sexy. I'm your toy. My — my —"

"Yes, darling, your cock is mine now. I own it. I own you."

"Yes, yes!"

"And I'm never giving it back."