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Chapter 1: Violet

It was the same, deliciously girlish experience every day.

I had expected that by now, opening my closet and seeing the endless array of brightly colored and pastel silk dresses would be normal. That it would lose its ability to make so frustratingly hard in my cage. That the rows of lace, the dripping ribbons, the endless ruffles and frills would stop giving me a thrill in the pit of my stomach.

But it never did.

My panties were wet where they touched my cage. The sheer blue fabric was soaked through down to the ruffle-lined leg holes. Some had even gotten on the delicate fabric of my matching knee-length babydoll, a small wet spot next to the marching line of delicate floral lace that trimmed the front opening.

I frowned at it as I unhooked my garter belt from my opaque white stockings. I'd have to clean it if I didn't want to get in trouble. Madame Belmont had stringent expectations when it came to things like that.

Just another chore to add to the list.

My hair was still tied with a silk ribbon, just as it was every day. I tugged at it and let the tight, pristine bun unravel over my neck and shoulders. I inspected my make-up in the mirror, turning my head side to side. The Madame insisted her sissies be pretty at all times, even while they slept — all the better for her should she decide that her cock needed immediate servicing.

And lately, I had been her favorite.

The chips on my nail polish required immediate attention. I could fix my make-up while I waited for them to dry. Then I'd shave my legs and around my steel cage, curl my hair, and finally be ready for the best part of my day: getting dressed. When my body was finally ready for the icing of my elaborate, feminine maid's uniform.

Stockings first. Gossamer silk nothings that glided up my legs, making my stomach flip over from their soft squeeze on my legs. Clip them to my tall, waist-cinching garter belt — yellow silk today, with a tall band of ruffles around the top and pretty white eyelash lace around the leg openings. Small satin ribbons sat above the clips and would be plainly visible under my tiny skirt.

Matching panties, and even a bralette today, all ruffles and lace with more bows punctuating hips, rears, collarbones, straps. As always, my chastity cage was tucked neatly into them, small enough not to betray I even had one. The front was all smooth silk and lace embroidery.

Another day as a maid. Another day of chores and teasing and torment. Just like every —

The door to my room banged open and in strode Violet, the sissy who had first introduced me to the Estate and transformed me into a maid. Her curly hair was wild and fell in unkempt ribbons across her face and shoulders. Wide, fiery eyes stared out at me from under the tangled mass. Her expression set my heart pounding.

But what I saw in her skirts made me my strain in my cage and my blood go cold.

"Violet," I gasped. "Where's your — you're unlocked! "

Her cock waggled beneath her skirts, far longer than I could have imagined. It had always been in a minute cage, smaller even than mine. Now free of its restraints, it parted the sea of lace and silk beneath her skirts. It was long enough and thick enough to rival Madame Belmont's.

And it was pointed right at me.