Page 50 of Feminized, Dominated, and Locked (Vanessa's Megacollections)

Epilogue

The bolt slid into place with an almost silent swish. Mistress pulled my panties back up with a happy clucking of her tongue, patting the tiny new cage through the lace. I wiggled my hips, letting it all settle into place.

"No key for this one," she reminded me. "Now that it's on, it can't be removed."

"I don't want it off," I said, feeling myself stiffen in it. "I want to be your good sissy girl. That's just my clit."

"It's my toy," she grinned. "It's simply there to remind you of what you can't have."

"How long until I can cum again?" I asked, a fleeting moment of weakness. "I miss your cock."

"Oh, I'll fuck you, sissy. But you can't cum until you've spent a year in this."

A year. A year of agony and arousal, endless pleasure for my Mistress and unceasing denial for me. A year of dresses and panties and babydolls and heels and stockings, all carefully selected to keep me maximally horny and stunningly sexy. A uniform to remind me of my place — and my purpose.

"I can't wait," I said, leaning in for a kiss.

"Good," she said, returning it with a brief peck. "Now there's someone waiting for you. Go show her how good you are with your mouth, hmm?"

I nodded and curtseyed.

"And if you do a good job," she added as I turned to leave. "Maybe I'll even fuck you tonight."

Just hearing her say it made my panties wet.