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Chapter 8: My Partner

"Just start slowly," Goddess said with a wicked grin. "Kiss her first. And as things progress, then you can taste her."

Marguerite batted her eyelashes at me. She swung her hips, the daisy-embroidered fabric of her dress shimmering in the light as her petticoats whispered promises of pleasure and debasement. A flash of pale blue panties beneath the white silk. Hems dripping in ribbons. The curve of a garter strap.

"And when you've tasted enough, you can give yourself to her."

And give myself to you, Goddess. Forever.

I ached for her. My darkest fantasy was coming to life and I was powerless to resist it. But even as my body hummed with arousal, crushing anxiety flooded through me. I imagined Jennifer laughing at me cruelly as I thrilled in the sweet femininity of Marguerite. How could she want me after this?

But she's telling me she wants it. She asked_ me to do it._

Why was it so hard to believe?

My mouth opened as my stomach turned itself inside out. I could feel Goddess' eyes on me and wished desperately that I could push the anxiety away. There was no way this was happening. It was too good to be true — when it was all over, the truth would come pouring out of her, filling me like poison. The dresses, the cage, all of it just a joke to her.

"I've never kissed another —" I whispered, mouth dry. "Another… sissy."

Just saying the words made me swell in my cage, pressing against the sides. The restrictive pressure sent a chill up my back. She controlled me, that was the proof. The clothes and make-up and lingerie were for me, but the cage was for her. A reminder every minute of every day that she owned me completely — and that I wanted her to.

That's why I'm going to suck a cock, I thought, glancing down at Marguerite's skirts and knowing what she buried there, deep within the layers of silk and satin.

"Let me teach you," Marguerite cooed, her voice heavy and dripping with honey.

It made my heart flutter.

"Marguerite is very experienced," Goddess added. "That's why I chose her for you, darling. I thought your first time as a sissy should be special."

"Thank you, Goddess," I murmured as Marguerite strode over to me, her long legs crossing in front of each other with each step.

She looked excited, her chin lowered, heavy lids painted dark purple and black. Her lips were a shiny red that made my breath catch in my throat. She parted them as she reached me, one slender hand sliding along my satin-clad stomach, the other brushing across my cheek before long fingers curled in my hair. For an instant, she hesitated, our noses brushing. I could smell her perfume and her hair and her body, sweetness mixing with sweat and musk. I shivered in anticipation.

My cage nearly burst as our lips touched. They were smooth and soft and pillowy, spreading apart to let my tongue explore her. She pulled us together, our petticoats crunching and skirts sliding across each other like ice floes. Silk-covered legs slid together, satin sliding across satin. I was holding my breath, my heart thundering in my ears.

"Now that's a sight to see," Goddess breathed. "Two beautiful sissies kissing for the first time. How does it feel, girls?"

Six weeks of frustration and denial flooded my body. The shock of the kiss gave way to raw need. My desperation to cum took hold of me, my kissing becoming something more animal. I wrenched her body to mine, the feeling of lace and silk skirts sending goosebumps spilling across my back and neck.

Marguerite returned the kiss just as forcefully. Our tongues dove against each other, hands exploring each other's bodies, desperate to find a patch of naked skin to touch and tease. A curly lock of her hair had come loose and was brushing against my face. I remembered the hairband she wore, the large blue bow that flopped over her hair. Just picturing it deepened my arousal.

Two sissies in their feminine best. One ready to suck the other until she made her mess. Ready to slurp it down. Ready to be pretty and to be used for the pleasure of someone else, knowing full well that they would stay locked and unsatisfied. Knowing that staying denied was part of what satisfied me. It was the dark part of me, what I needed.

I'm such a sissy.

And the thought alone made me squirt hot pre-cum into my panties.