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Chapter 8: Anna

It was far from the first time that I'd been fucked like this, but it was the first time it had felt so right. Before it had felt illicit and taboo — that by letting myself be dressed and locked and fucked, I was doing something sexy and wrong. I loved the clothes and the heightened arousal of the chastity, but it hadn't quite felt real.

But now I was hers.

Her cock thundered in and out of me, my clit flopping back and forth between my legs. Her heavy package slapped against it with each massive thrust. The sensation made my stomach jump each time, the steady driving motion forcing out any thought that this wasn't what I wanted. Making it clear that this is what I was meant to be.

One of Madame's hands was on my shoulder, the other between my legs. She was rubbing my clit quickly, my pre-cum mixing with her remnants. The pleasure was intense and quiet. Where once I may have felt frustrated to be in the cage, now being out of it felt strange. I enjoyed her cock more than her hands.

"What are you?" she growled behind me.

"Your toy!" I moaned.

"What does that mean?"

"I'm here to make you cum. All I want is your cum inside of me, Madame."

"I'm going to as many times as I want. And you won't, ever again. You're just going to leak and get more and more desperate."

"I want that," I said, knowing the truth.

"You're my sissy maid Anna now."

"Wasn't I before?"

"You called yourself that, but now you are. You're mine. There's no going back. This is who you are, girl. You were made for this."

"Made for this," I echoed. "Made to be your slut."

She pushed herself deep inside of me and held for a long moment. I could feel her heartbeat inside of me, could feel my pulse slow to match hers. Then she pulled out and resumed her fast, heavy thrusts.

"I'm going to keep you horny," she grunted. "No getting used to being locked. Not ignored. I'm going to tease you. I'm going to get every one of my maids to tease you. I'll unlock them and let them fuck you. I'm going to break you, Anna."

"Yes!" I squealed, pre-cum spurting from my tip. "Oh fuck, oh yes!"

"Silk and lace and dresses and toys. Cocks and cum. That's your life now."

I could picture it. Swollen tips peering out of petticoats, pointed at my lips. Bouncing on thick shafts. Cages falling away, erections growing. Vibrators and toys. Cum in every part of me, covering me, filling me. Making me a toy.

And I would stay forever locked and denied.

"Fuck, Madame," I moaned, eyes screwed shut. "I — I might cum."

She laughed behind me. "I don't think you are, Anna. I don't think you can."

Her laugh turned into a high cry of pleasure. I felt her erupt inside of me. Her thick cum spilled out of me, flooded me with her heat. My clit twitched weakly as her massive cock prodded it from inside. My knees were shaking. My body ached, and my head was swimming.

"You're mine, Anna," she said as she pulled her cock slowly out of me.

I fell to my knees in front of her and looked up at my Madame. She was grinning broadly, a crowd of maids behind her. Some were dressed in their uniforms, others draped in lace or gossamer silk or sheer nylon. All of them were unlocked, their cocks bobbing in front of them.

Reminders of what I would never have again.

"Mine. Forever."