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Chapter 5: The Final Touch

She pulled me tenderly through the steel ring, first my package, then pushing it backwards along my shaft until it settled against my skin at its base. It was about the size of my thumb and index finger making a circle. There was a small metal tab on one side of it. I'd never seen anything like it before until she fished it out of the nightstand drawer.

"It's a cock ring," Violet had explained, sensing my confusion. "It'll help stop you cumming so quickly."

She bit her soft, pink lip. "So you can cum when you're inside of me, instead."

A chill ran down my back and I could feel goosebumps spreading out over my skin.

Finally. All of this is finally going to pay off.

She was relentless with her tongue and her hands, stroking my leg while she sucked my cock or stroking my cock while she kissed my thigh. I laid my head back, draping a stocking-covered leg over her shoulder and shivering at the silk embrace.

For what felt like hours, she kept me teetering on the edge of orgasm. Every time I thought I'd topple over it, she expertly pulled me back. It was a high-wire act of teasing and torment until a single touch of her finger was enough to make me beg her to stop.

"I'm gunna cum!" I squealed as I felt the wave of pleasure crash into me again.

"No," said another voice, high and light and commanding. "You're not."

My eyes shot to the door, where a tall woman had suddenly appeared. She was wearing a tight, knee-length skirt and a loose, sheer blouse unbuttoned far enough to almost show the underside of her breasts. Her wasp waist gave way to wide hips. Her face was all angles, hair pulled back in a tight bun at the back of her head. She was looking at us with sharp, calculating eyes.

I frantically tried to cover myself, but Violet held me tightly. The woman strode into the room, heels clicking on the floor, staring straight at me. She didn't even seem to notice my cock, or how strange it was for it to be pushing the hem of a dress to the side. In fact, she was calm and collected — as if none of what she was looking at shocked her.

"Madame Belmont," Violet said, dipping her head.

"You must be Aidan," the woman — evidently my employer — said to me as she sat smoothly on the bed, brushing a speck to the side. "I see Violet has gotten you dressed appropriately. Did she explain how things run around here?"

"I — I think so?" I said, still reeling at the interruption and how cooly she was responding to the situation.

I was going to cum, damn it. All it would take is a few seconds more of her mouth…

"Just to be certain — welcome to Belmont Manor," the woman continued. "I am Henrietta Belmont, but so long as you are on my staff you shall refer to me as 'Madame Belmont' or simply 'Madame.' You will be in your uniform at all times unless I specifically request otherwise."

I nodded dumbly, desperate for her to finish the introductions so Violet could get back to work.

She smiled, a quick upturn of the corners of her mouth. "Unfortunately, it appears that you are not appropriately attired."

"I'm not?"

I glanced down at my outfit. My cock was a deep, angry purple from Violet's endless teasing. It had shoved aside the white lace of my petticoat. On either side, my stocking-covered legs emerged and ended in patent black stilettos. Just seeing my legs in stockings and a skirt was almost enough to make me cum.

I felt lightheaded and looked back up to the woman — just in time to see her produce a small, curved tube. She lifted it into the air between her finger and thumb. It glinted in the afternoon sunlight. I furrowed my brow looking at it, trying to figure out what it could be. There was something oddly familiar about it, as if it was a missing piece to something.

"I insist on caging each new maid myself," she said as if this was some kind of explanation.

All of it happened so fast. In an instant, her hand thrust between my legs, sliding the tube neatly onto my swollen cock. It was uncomfortable, bordering on but never reaching painful. She pushed it further and it compressed me, then squeezed me, then finally forced me to be small and soft. A flash of brass and a click, then her hands pulled away and I was left with nothing but a tight pressure between my legs.

"'Anna,'" she said simply as she sat back up. "While you are in my employ, you will be called 'Anna.'"

"What the hell is this?" I cried, staring in shock at the metal tube between my legs.

" This is an essential part of the uniform," she said. " This helps keep a maid's mind on serving me, which is where it should reside. It's a lovely little tool, wouldn't you agree, Violet?"

"Yes, Madame!" she said smartly. "It makes us all very focused on you."

_Why would it keep_us_ focused? What the hell is it even for?_

"Now, I'm aware that it can create certain…" she trailed off, eyes searching the room for the right word. "Challenges. After all, all these pretty clothes can keep a sissy maid in quite a state of distress."

"Sissy maid?"

"Lovely panties, silky stockings — oh, sometimes it can be just too much, wouldn't you agree, Violet?"

"Yes, Madame!"

"So if you girls satisfy me enough, I'll be sure to reward you for it."

Violet seemed to swell at the idea. I got even more confused.

"What the hell is going on here?" I spluttered.

Madame Belmont sighed. "Violet, you've gotten him this far. Could you explain?"

"Of course, Madame Belmont."

The maid sprung up from the bed, releasing my hands, stood in front of me. I sat slowly upwards, my skirts falling around the metal tube that encased my cock. I pulled them back to take a closer look at it, and when I saw what had been done, my stomach dropped. It wasn't just a tube connected to the cock ring.

I was locked into it.

I looked up in horror, first at Madame Belmont. She was smiling thinly, looking tired, like she had repeated this all many times before. My gaze slid to Violet. She was wiggling her hips, and I realized she was shimmying out of her panties. As they fell in a black silk heap at her ankles, she began to pull back her skirts.

I'd never really thought about what my cock was feeling when it wasn't hard. It just sort of faded into the background during the day — I had other things to focus on. But now that feeling of familiar nothingness was replaced with a constant, regular compression.

The only thing it will_ feel,_ I realized with rising anxiety. If this thing is locked onto me…_

"I can't touch my — this is — what is this?" I stammered.

"A chastity cage, silly," Violet chirped, finally lifting the last layer of her petticoat to reveal what was beneath. "Just like mine!"

"Welcome to Belmont, Miss Anna," Madame said with an icy smile, rising from the bed. "If you ever want to cum again, sissy girl, you better start impressing me."