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Chapter 6: Dealing With Denial

The chastity devices ensured that every maid at Belmont was in a constant state of arousal. Long, leering looks and peeks up skirts gave way to kisses that gave way to grabbing and touching and fondling, all of it frustrated by the steel cages every girl wore. Not that it stopped us from trying.

There was barely enough time to complete my extensive list of chores. Even passing another maid in the hallway could lead to one of them pinned to the floor, the other girl grinding herself furiously against her partner. It was thrilling to watch, and coupled with the beautiful clothes and sensuous lingerie, I was hard in my cage nearly constantly.

New girls, it seemed, were particularly interesting for the maids on staff. Hands constantly explored my body, lips pushing back lacy hemlines to find expanses of oversensitive flesh. One girl would pin me down while the other planted long lines of kisses on my neck and chest, the pair giggling at the squeals of pleasure they could draw from me.

"How do you deal with it?" I asked Violet one day, stumbling into the same room as her after another girl had pushed me up against a wall and kissed me deeply while fondling my cage.

"Hmm?" Violet said absently, glancing up from her work. "Deal with what?"

"The constant — you know, being like this — I just — all of it!" I stammered, too flustered and horny to arrange my words in a meaningful order. "I can barely get dressed without almost making a mess in my panties! And goodness knows that I can't even make it down a hallway without one of you girls putting your hands all over me. How am I supposed to get anything done around here? Any moment I could turn a corner and suddenly find myself flat on my back with someone's panties being ground against my face!"

Violet smirked at my outburst. "Are you finished?"

"Not as 'finished' as I'd like to be," I glowered. "I haven't seen Belmont since I started here. How am I supposed to earn an orgasm if she's never around?"

The maid's smirk turned into a full giggle. "Madame Belmont's not the only one who can make you cum, you know. She just gives you permission."

"What — what does that mean?"

"She… encourages us to take care of each other," Violet said with a smile, rising from the floor and striding over to me, long legs crossing with each step. "But you haven't earned that yet."

She gave me a mock-demure look. I knew she wanted me to ask what she meant. But I was too frustrated and aroused to play the game.

"What do you mean, 'take care of each other?'" I asked.

"You might be locked in a cage," she said, wrapping me in a tight embrace. "But there are other ways of getting pleasure."

Her hand was digging through the skirts over my rear. When she found my panties, she pushed at them roughly until they fell downwards over my cheeks. I sucked in air sharply as the lace of my petticoat brushed against my naked skin. Then Violet's other hand wrapped slowly around my cage and package and I let out a long, low moan.

"Violet!"

"You've got a great ass and such a cute little clitty," she said quietly. "Want to feel mine?"

Before I had a chance to answer, she had snatched my hand and pulled it into her mass of skirts. My fingers brushed against something warm and hard and I gasped.

"You don't have any panties!" I gasped.

She grinned sheepishly. "Madame is punishing me."

"What did you do?"

"Does it matter? This gives everyone easier access to me."

That could be me one day.

The idea gave me a sick thrill.

I closed my fingers around her, feeling her small, pink purse twitch in my hand. Her cage seemed tiny, barely a nub of metal containing her completely. Just my touch around it seemed like enough to get her going — she moaned loudly as I brushed my fingers across her wrinkled package. I felt her body tense briefly, and suddenly, my hand was wet.

"Did you just cum?" I marveled, pulling my hand away to look.

It was coated in a thin, clear liquid that ran down my fingers in slow drips. I spread my fingers and it formed slender strands that drooped in the air. Then she took my hand and pulled it back under her skirts. I began to stroke her package again.

"No," she murmured, beginning to quiver against my body. "It's pre-cum. I haven't had an orgasm in months."

"Months," I breathed. "Is that… normal?"

"Madame seems to like you," Violet answered.

"Is that a good thing… or a bad thing?" I wondered aloud.

Her answer came in the form of her hand suddenly slipping across my rear, a finger diving between my cheeks and running a tight circle around my puckered entrance. I squealed, fingers tightening instinctively around Violet's cage, and she moaned and pulled me closer to her.

"Oh, fuck, Violet," I managed, my legs suddenly feeling weak and my cage tighter than ever. "That feels so, so good."

"I know, Anna," she sighed against my neck. "This is how sissies get to play."

She withdrew her finger and gave it a long, luxurious lick, her tongue sliding around the knuckles and the pink-manicured nail. I imagined my cock in its place, wishing desperately that I was back in the bed that first day with her. Her mouth had been amazing, her hands soft and smooth.

Now all I could get was her slicked finger sliding back inside of me.

Stomach-knotting pleasure roared to life inside of me. I staggered, leaning against her to steady myself as the wave of feeling crashed into me. My mouth was open, but no sound came out. My skirts teased my thighs as her finger explored my insides. She pushed and prodded, every movement making fireworks explode. My toes curled, the feeling of my stockings sending more sensation coursing through me.

"Oh — fuck —" I choked out.

She was relentless, stroking a spot inside of me that made my eyes shut and my body explode in pinpricks. She leaned forwards and kissed me, our glossy lips sliding against each other. Her tongue pushed into my mouth as her finger pushed into my rear. I shuddered and squeezed her cage, feeling her body tense in response.

"Doesn't that feel good?" she purred, breaking the kiss long enough to speak.

"Yessssss," I groaned, drawing out my words as she pushed against me again and more pre-cum spurted out of my cage.

I was already pushing aside her skirts with my free hand, eager to give her the same pleasure she was giving me. Despite its sultry shortness, her petticoat seemed almost denser than mine. Layer after layer sat between me and my prize, swishing and rustling as I frantically pushed them to the side. Finally, I found my way in, nails scraping across her bare skin.

"Anna!" came a voice, tight with surprise.

I broke the kiss and whirled my head towards it and found myself looking at a tiny slip of a girl wearing a uniform that amounted to barely more than sheer lingerie. A bodysuit with high leg holes and a flared line of lace to act as the barest shadow of a skirt, it was open in the front. Her tiny cage poked through the heart-shaped hole. Just seeing it made me squirt again from mine.

"Anna," she repeated, staring at Violet and me with obvious hunger. "Madame Belmont wants you."

Violet turned my head back to her and kissed me again. "She can wait until we're done."

The other maid cleared her throat. I looked back at her, head lolling.

"She was clear," the girl said. "She wants you now. "

I glanced at Violet, her finger still inside of me, still gently pressing pre-cum out of my clit.

"Just be the perfect, slutty maid for her," she said.

She thought for a moment, then a small smile crept across her face.

"The perfect slutty maid that you are. "