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Chapter 9: What Was Coming Next

It wasn't touching it that made me almost sick with nerves. It wasn't that I was going to suck it. It wasn't the fact that this stunning, angular woman even had a cock. It wasn't even that mine was locked in a tiny metal cage, transformed from my manhood into a clit and buried beneath layers of satin and silk.

It was knowing what I wanted her to do with it.

It was too intense to picture it. Just thinking about it sent buzzing pinpricks out to my toes. My stomach tied itself in knots at the slightest shadow of a thought. It was like looking at the sun: too bright to see full-on. I had to sneak my way up to it.

She's going to use me like her toy, and — and I want her to.

I'd never even seen another cock before, much less touched one. My hands shook as I reached out to her thick member. What was it that made them quiver like that? Anxiety? Anticipation? Excitement?

Or was it knowing that hers was the only one I'd ever touch again?

"You're so big," I whispered, my voice quaking despite my best efforts to steady it. "I — I've never touched one before."

"Be gentle," she said, her voice thick with arousal. "Just use your fingers. Feel it. You'll have plenty of chances to practice with it in the future."

My clit bounced, the steel slipping across the satin. I ached to feel its cool softness on my cock, my frustration melting into arousal.

?_Not a cock,_ I reminded myself. A clitty, now. My clitty.

For a moment, my fingers brushed against her cock. I pulled them away as if I had just touched a burning stove, then slowly replaced them. My stomach was filled with butterflies as I slowly wrapped my hand around her, fingertips unable to touch. I was surprised at how hot it was.

"That was the hardest part," she whispered. "Now stroke it."

I obeyed, slowly running my hand up and down her massive length. She leaned backwards against her desk, sucking air in between her teeth. Her cock twitched in my hands. I almost pulled them away again but managed to suppress the instinct.

This is what I'm for. To make Madame Belmont cum.

The thought made my clit twitch again. I felt something dribble from the tip and realized it must be my own tiny drip of pre-cum, surely dwarfed by the stream pouring from Madame's tip.

Still stroking her with one hand, I reached out with my other and probed her tip experimentally. I swiped across the deluge of pre-cum and watched as a heavy, curving strand of it connected from my finger back to her. It glistened in the light, almost as thick as my own cum.

Then I sucked it off my finger. It was automatic, almost instinctual. An impulse dredged from deep inside of me.

"Oh, fuck, you are eager," Madame Belmont moaned, biting her lip as she watched me. "Do you want to taste the rest of me, Anna?"

"Yes," I breathed, the words coming from the same hidden place. "Yes, Madame, please let me suck your big cock."

She stared at me for the barest of moments, as if she was trying to determine if there was some ulterior motive to my words. I looked up at her with wide, puppy eyes, my back straight and chest pushed out. My skirts were splayed around me, a pool of black satin and white lace framing me. I parted my lips, letting the tip of my tongue slide across them.

"Please," I breathed.

I leaned forwards and encircled her stocking-glazed thigh with my hands. I slipped them up and over her naked rear while I kissed her leg. I could feel the air shift as her heavy cock bounced next to me. I moved upwards, then followed the curving indent in her skin along her pelvis. She moaned loudly, all pretense of commanding me gone.

She didn't need to anymore. I was her sissy maid now, and it was my job to please.

"You can suck me when I tell you to suck me," she answered.

I grinned as I continued to kiss her. I nosed her tight package out of the way and licked quickly behind it, drawing a sound that almost sounded like a squeal of pleasure — if Madame could even make such a submissive sound. I pulled back and sat on my heels, my cheek almost brushing against her cock.

"But I want it so bad, Madame," I pouted. "Please, give me your cock. Let me suck it, Madame. Let me be a good sissy maid for you. I want to prove myself to you!"

Her nostrils flared, her brow furrowing. Her mouth was slightly open, maybe in arousal. She looked, just for the moment, surprised at what she was seeing and hearing. Then her slack expression tightened back into one of control and power.

"Very well, maid," she said simply. "You may begin by licking it."