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Chapter 7: Madame Belmont

Her hands slithered down my body, her body pressing into me from behind. I could feel her chin on my shoulder, feel her breath brush across my ear. She leaned slightly forwards, tipping us at our waists, my rear pushing into her. My skirts whispered as they pressed against her. The layers of silk and lace splayed around me.

"You're very pretty, Anna," she whispered, sending a shiver down my back. "Did Violet tell you that pink was my favorite color for a sissy?"

"No, Madame," I breathed. "I — I picked it out myself."

"Oh, you did?" she purred. "A girl after my own heart. Do your panties match?"

She pulled back my skirt and peered over my shoulder before I could answer.

"Oh, they do!" she cooed. "As they should, sissy."

"I thought they would please you, Madame."

"'Please me?'" she giggled. "Oh, sissy, you've barely begun to please me. You please me when I do this."

Her hand shot around my hip and grabbed my cage through my panties, shaking it roughly. I squealed in surprise, my cock instantly beginning to swell and fill its steel prison. It remained as tight as ever. The feeling made my heart skip a beat.

She giggled. "What a lovely response."

She turned me around. She towered over me in her heels, looking down at me with a mixture of amusement and arousal. Her eyes were wide and predatory. There was a quiet confidence to everything she did, as if she simply expected the world around her to bend to suit her needs. A chill ran through me.

She's bending me to them.

"You please me when I think about how frustrated you must feel in your pretty dress and little cage," she whispered, the fingers of one hand running over my clavicle, the other beginning to search through my skirts for my panties.

"It's all I can think about, Madame," I moaned, a breathy sound that barely made it passed my lips.

"What do you think about, sissy?"

Her long fingers had found my panties and the prize inside. Slowly, she pulled the waistband back, finger by finger, until her hand could slip inside. I gasped from the heat of her hand as it circled around my cage, nails scraping against my package.

"How horny I am," I breathed as she began to slowly stroke the outside of my cage. "How long it's been since I last got to cum. How badly I want to get out."

It was torture, nothing more than the barest sensation of pressure. I willed myself to feel something through the metal tube. My body ached for someone to touch it, for the release that had been denied. Her fingers were so close — all she had to do was let me out of the cage and I could finally cum.

But is that really what I want?

"Do you want me to touch you?" she whispered with a smile, her nails drumming on the steel.

I gasped and moaned, the sensation bordering on pleasure.

"Do you want my… mouth?"

She popped her lips softly, then leaned in and kissed me. Her hand slid over my back and up my neck, fingers anchored in my hair. She pushed my head to hers, her tongue prizing open my mouth and forcing itself into mine. The hand on my cage continued its torment, her thumb and forefinger sliding back and forth over it in a cruel mockery of her touch.

"I love a sweet, horny girl all locked up and wrapped up in satin just for me," she said, breaking the kiss, her voice thick and heavy, eyes wide and wild.

She released my cage and unzipped her skirt, shimmying as it slipped over her wide hips and fell to the floor in a tiny, plaid crumple. Beneath, she wore tall blue panties that glistened in the light, a complex pattern of golden flowers spiraling across it. The matching garter belt was set with a blue satin bow just above her navel, the garment tugging at her nude stockings. My eyes roved over her as she spoke, hungry to take in her appearance.

"My own sexy little present," she continued, pulling her blouse over her head and revealing her blue satin bra, stunning with gold flowers and blow bows.

"So desperate to please and to serve. To show me what a good sissy she can be, how much she deserves her reward. Is that what you want, Anna? To show me how badly you need to be unlocked?"

"Oh, yes, Madame! Yes!" I squealed, dropping to my knees in front of her and crawling to her.

"Then show me."

"How?" I breathed, voice tight with excitement.

She smiled and started to slip her panties down. Her thumbs were hooked into the lacy waistband, pushing them over the wide curve of her hips. I threw myself forwards, eager to dive into with my tongue and begin to satisfy her. But as I looked up at her, my eyes widened to the size of saucers. Her panties slid slowly down her legs and she stepped gingerly out of them. She kicked them to the side.

There was something between her legs. It was so unexpected that it took me a second to even realize what it was. As she straightened, it waggled lasciviously in the air, pointed straight at me. At my mouth.

"By sucking my cock," she said with a smile. "And swallowing all my cum."