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Chapter 7: The Madame's Delight

I was filled again, my mouth and my rear used for the pleasure of the girls around me. Petticoats splashed against my face and brushed against my naked cheeks. My open panties were snapped and pulled and finally removed entirely. My garter belt held tightly in place as it was used as a handle, so cocks could reach deeper and fuck me harder.

Then she was here, her thick shaft quivering in the air. Her appearance was prefaced by Violet's shuddering, squealing moan. A strand of thick cum trailed from Madame's tip, her cock still hard and pulsing.

"I've finished with that slut," she said, an edge to the typical softness in her voice that made my heart begin to pound. "Now I'm going to finish with you."

She looked down at me while I laid on my back, covered in cum and sweat. I stroked furiously at a small girl with one hand, my rear used by a maid wearing nothing more than stockings and a choker necklace. Madame Belmont had a curled smile on her face, an expression somewhere between approval and pride.

"Look at you!" she grinned. "Little clitty all soft, just like a good sissy should be!"

Bending at the waist, she reached out and touched it, rolling it between her fingers. I cried out from the sheer intensity of the sensation — this was the first time it had been touched in months. Immediately, pleasure began to build inside me. The cock inside me slammed in and out and the pleasure began to build into a thrilling pressure. A little longer and I was sure I would cum.

And yet my cock remained resolutely soft.

"I've never seen anyone take to this as well as you," Madame said, releasing me. "Now, are you ready to take me?"

She didn't wait for an answer. The cock was pulled from me and found its way to my hand. I pumped it as Madame lined herself up, enormous tip pressing at my heavily used rear. There had been other girls before her — there had even been Violet — but no one was as big as her.

"I'm going to fuck you, slut, while you pleasure every last girl in this room. Because that's what you're here for."

The cock in my hand burst and showered me with cum. Another one took its place.

"You're nothing but a sissy slut. My plaything."

And she pushed herself inside of me. My cry was muffled by a shaft sliding into my mouth. I sucked it aggressively as the Madame split me open. I needed it to cum, needed the girl to move so I could see my Madame and look her in the eye. It was a deep, animal need. I needed to see her as I submitted to her.

She filled me swiftly and smoothly. Her cock bumped over my prostate and spread me open, the pleasure and pressure mounting just as it always did. I swirled my tongue around the cock in my mouth and quickly swallowed the resulting burst of sticky-salty cum. Spent, the girl fell away, skirts flaring around her in a green flash.

Then it was just me and my Madame.

"Fuck me," I whimpered, eyebrows arched, looking up at her. "Fuck me, Madame, please."

I lifted my stocking-clad legs up and wrapped them around her waist, pulling her towards me. She glided deeper in, sending stomach-twisting electricity through my body and out to my toes. I half-gasped, half-cried in delight, my eyes closing and fingers clenching.

"Yes, yes!" I squealed. "Fuck, yes, Madame, thank you!"

She pulled out, then thrust back in. Fireworks exploded behind my eyes. I could hear moans around us and dared to break my gaze. Girls were sucking and stroking and fucking each other all around us. Lace and silk and slicked bodies in a sweet sissy confection.

"I think I know what may have caused your little… indiscretion," Madame grunted as she slammed her cock into me and forced out another squeal.

I remained soft, though pre-cum was dribbling from my tip now. I wondered why I wasn't hard, but Madame's words echoed through my head.

"All soft, just like a good sissy should be."

"It's because I'm a naughty slut, Madame," I moaned as her tip slid thrust in and out.

"You are certainly that, Anna," she smirked, blood-red lips curling up at the corners. "But I think the problem is deeper."

"I want you deeper," I moaned, hoping to avoid another, worse punishment for my "problem."

But if the punishment is like this one, maybe it won't be so bad…

"The problem is that you've been thinking of this —" and she curled her pointed nails around my limp member "— as your cock."

Her touch made me squeal, but it failed to come to life. Even as she swirled her thumb over my tip, the sensations making me buck and twitch around her cock, I stayed soft in her hands.

"It is my cock, Madame."

Her smirk split into a grin and she giggled like an excited schoolgirl.

"That's just the issue. Your little cage is a punishment for you. You keep thinking of it as something extra that's been added to you."

Her fingers continued probing me.

"You locked me in it!" I pointed out.

She shrugged. "Sometimes changes need to be made to reveal the truth. Chastity isn't new. Your cage did something wonderful for you."

Her eyelids fluttered as she drove herself into me. I felt her twitch inside and braced myself for the explosion of cum. But when it didn't arrive, she began to thrust again.

"What, Madame?" I managed as she stroked my limp shaft.?

"It revealed your natural state. You're a sissy girl, through and through."

Her cock slammed into me, sending vibrations throughout my body.

"You're meant to be caged. You're supposed to be caged."

The motions of her hand changed. Now she wasn't stroking me like I was hard. Two fingers rubbed my tip in tight, quick circles. The feeling was different — pleasure but broader, filling my body instead of being focused on just my cock. It made my toes curl in their stockings, made the feeling of her cock even more intense.

"You need to be caged," she breathed.

I could feel her teetering on the edge of orgasm. I was close too — the sudden change in her motions felt good.

No, not just good, I thought. They feel right. It feels like how I'm supposed to be touched. It feels like —

"You don't have a cock, girl," Madame finished my thoughts for me, the enormity of her words crashing down on me. "You have a clit."

I squealed as she wrenched herself out of me and came, hard, splattering me with thick ropes of her cum. She aimed her cock carefully, the streams landing on my belly and insides of my thighs where they soaked into my lingerie and stockings. But that wasn't where I noticed it.

She was cumming on my clit.

It rolled across my belly, soft and tender, covered in her sticky strands. It felt right: my soft clitty, covered in the dominant cum of the woman who had transformed me into the sissy girl I was now. I was trembling, so close to cumming but desperately, achingly far away. My legs quivered around Madame's body.

I felt the steel before I saw it. I couldn't remember closing my eyes, but I must have. I opened them just soon enough to see another maid pull me through the steel ring. Madame was next to us, smiling gently. My eyes slid along her arm, down to the tiny metal tube clasped in her hand. It couldn't have been half the size of my old one.

"Time to embrace it, sissy," she murmured. "Your days of using this are gone. You don't have a cock. And this —" she slid the minuscule cage over my shaft "— will be a reminder of what you do have."

"A clit," I breathed as the cage clicked shut, the lock almost as big as my new container. "I… I have a clit."

"That's right, slut," she smiled.

Her cock was still hard, still bobbing in the air in front of me. My cum-covered clit dangled between my legs as she lifted me, pulling me to her body. My back was against her and I could feel her erect nipples pressing between my shoulders. In her heels, she seemed to tower over me. Her arms wrapped around my belly, one hand pushing my cheek.

When I turned my head, she kissed me. It was deep and passionate, almost like she was my lover. Slow and long, her tongue finding mine. My clit twitched but stayed small and limp. I felt tiny in her arms. Powerless and utterly under her control.

I let out a mewling sound as I felt her cock slip under my cheeks and between my legs. The massive tip slid between my thighs and bumped into my package and my tiny clit above. With a flick of her hips, her cock nudged it out of the way and she pressed forwards until her cock was poking out underneath it.

"Look at my cock," she whispered, lips next to my ear. "Look at you compared to it. What does that look like to you?"

"A — A clit," I stammered, words catching in my throat. "It's so small compared to yours."

"And look how soft it is," she said as she reached down and grabbed it, using her cum as lubricant to stroke me. "Even when I touch you. I know how aroused you are, Anna. But you're such a sissy that your little clitty stays nice and soft for me."

I was moaning quietly as she played with me. My tip was rolled slowly through her fingers before she swirled it in a tight circle, just like I had seen girls do when they played with themselves. The sensation made my stomach clench and pleasure radiate out to my toes. I buckled at the waist, driving my rear into her belly.

"You're never going to cum again, sissy," she continued, her words setting my body on fire. "Your clit is for me to enjoy. The cage is the proof that your pleasure is irrelevant. Your body is mine."

My moans turned into groans. I shuddered against her, clit brushing against her thick, pulsing shaft. Her words cut straight to my core. They were not things I thought I wanted her to say. They should have terrified me, should have made me sick to my stomach. And in some ways they did: never cumming again, a permanent cage. If I focused on them too hard, my chest got tight and my head got light.

But more than anything, she was telling me exactly what I wanted to hear.

"Yes, Madame," I breathed. "Yes, I'm your sissy toy. My clit is yours. My body is yours."

"Yes," she hissed, voice laden with arousal. "My perfect pretty plaything."

My body was shaking.

"I need your cock, Madame," I whispered. "Please, please fuck me."

"Enjoy it, girl," she said, sliding her cock from between my legs and repositioning it at my rear. "Because this is the last time anybody's going to touch your clit."