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Chapter 9: My Truth

I moaned, breaking the kiss, and Marguerite took the chance to kiss my jaw and neck. Her breath was hot against my skin. Kiss after kiss came in rapid fire, along my chin and down my throat and across my chest to the ruffled lace of my neckline. She pulled it open to expose the shadow of my collarbone, sliding her tongue along it. I squealed in delight.

"Oh, she knows all your secret spots, doesn't she?" Goddess said happily. "Marguerite, you might like to know that she has such sensitive nipples."

"Ooh, thank you, Mistress," Marguerite cooed, returning to my mouth for another kiss before pulling my neckline down even further to reveal my erect nipple.

She may be Marguerite's Mistress, but she's my Goddess.

She slipped it into her mouth and sucked, then flicked her tongue across it. I moaned, my knees buckling. For an instant, I worried I'd collapse in my heels, but I managed to keep myself standing. My skirts were rustling around me as I shook in overwhelmed pleasure.

I looked at Goddess and found her in the low, armless chair in the corner of the room. Her skirt was pulled up to her belly, lace panties around one ankle. Her legs were spread, her hand sliding in and out and circling as she watched us play. She was staring at me with an expression of fervor so intense I had to look away.

_She really does want this. She wants me to be her sissy. She_likes_ watching me get used like this._

She let out a long moan as if she could read my thoughts. "Yes, girls, yes. Marguerite, I want to hear her beg for you."

I shuddered as Marguerite's long, manicured fingers pinched my other nipple through the satin of my dress. Her tongue flicked across my goosebump-covered skin, one of her hands sliding down the layers of satin and disappearing underneath my skirt. I felt it rest atop my panties and let out a shaky gasp. I was so desperate now. I needed to be unlocked, for someone to finally touch my cock.

My clit.

"Oh, she likes that," Marguerite cooed. "But there's something different about hers."

One of her hands snapped out and grabbed my wrist, plunging my hand into the mess of lace and silk that was her petticoat. She pressed it against her panties and the hard shaft I felt inside. The satin was warm where her pulsing member strained against the soft fabric.

I gasped and looked at her, my mouth half-open in shock. That she had a cock was no surprise — Goddess had explained all of this when Marguerite had arrived that evening, dressed in her sissy best — but its volcanic heat, its iron thickness, the stunning contrast between what was in her panties and what was in mine — I suddenly felt light-headed, though my cage had never felt tighter.

What I wouldn't give to get this fucking thing off.

But a dark part of me knew a truth so frightening that I could barely admit it to myself. Only now, at the height of my frustration and arousal, buried beneath layers of femininity and make-up and ribbon, could it finally break through. It was the reason I was still here, why I had let her keep me locked up for so long, why I had even agreed to this in the first place.

I wanted to be locked up and dressed up. I wanted to be denied. I wanted the teasing and the denial. All the better if it could happen while I wore panties and a skirt short enough to reveal them. All this time, I had thought that Jennifer was feminizing me , but the truth was that all she had done was open the door. I had been the one to walk through it.

Because I had always wanted to.

"I want that in my mouth," I whispered to her, stroking her through her panties, giving her earlobe a playful nip.

I pulled back and found her with a grin that matched my own. I turned to my Goddess and found her face pink, her forehead glistening with sweat. She had traded her fingers for a slender vibrator that was alternately plunged deep into her or making tight circles around her clit. She looked at me with half-glazed eyes.

"Yes, Dalia?" she asked, her voice thick and heavy.

"May I please taste Marguerite, Goddess?"

My cage twitched and I felt more pre-cum spouted from the tip. I knew my panties would be soaked by the time they were finally removed.

"Oh, fuck," she moaned, leaning her head back against the wall behind the chair. "Yes, Dalia, suck her."

Marguerite was biting her lip as she lifted her skirts. I sank slowly to my knees, my legs shaking. I had thought about this moment many times, though Goddess had never once told me it was coming. With cock locked into a clit, there was only one part of me left that could make me cum. I knew Goddess would eventually want to see more than just a strap-on inside of me.

But knowing and thinking — perhaps even fantasizing was the right word — was not enough to prepare me for the real act. The other sissy had gathered her endless layers of white silk in her arms, revealing panties, a garter belt, and a slender curve of her belly, the skin almost as pale as her petticoat. I could see the outline of her enormous cock pressing against the satin of the panties, its tip peeking up over the lacy waistband. She let out a breathy sigh and it twitched towards me.

Slowly, I curled my fingers into the waistband and pulled her panties slowly downwards. Her cock sprang free, thick and pulsing and pointed straight at my mouth. I glanced over at Goddess. Her expression was hungry and intense, staring straight at my mouth.

"Touch it first," she instructed. "It's just like touching her arm or leg."

"Except this is going inside you," Marguerite giggled acidly.

The idea made my chest tighten and the breath catch in my throat. She had broached the unspoken truth of the night; tossed it off so casually that it almost wasn't worth noticing. I heard Goddess emit a tiny moan and knew she was thinking about it now, just as I was.

Tonight I was going to get fucked.

Hesitantly, I touched her thick, veiny cock with an outstretched finger. I was shocked at how hot it was. The skin was soft and thin and delicate. I had never touched another cock before — and now couldn't even touch my own — and the knowledge that I was going to take her in my mouth and ass made me lightheaded. My cage was so tight it hurt, and I could feel the wetness in my panties.

She's going to fuck me, and I'm going to cum.

My first finger was joined by another, then another, and then finally I wrapped my entire hand around her pulsing shaft. I could feel her heart beating through it. Every motion, including her quiet moan, was communicated through her cock. Through it, I could even feel her need for me. She wanted to fuck me as badly as I wanted to be fucked.

I'm going to cum in the cage. I want to cum in the cage.

I began to stroke her slowly, the taboo of it making my caged clit leak in a steady stream. I was touching another cock. Not just touching, but stroking. Planning to suck. Wanting it inside of me! Wanting to be fucked by it so well and so hard that it would make me cum.

Not for Goddess. Because I want to.

As I built up my pace, she began to move her hips counter to me. Her moans were loud now. I twisted my hand along her, pulling along its length with just my fingertips before swirling along her thick, velvety tip. I wanted her to feel good — I wanted to serve her like I should. I wanted her so hot and aroused that she would take me the way I wanted to be taken, to make real my promise to Goddess.

Because I never want that cage off.

I was pumping her fast and hard now, her hips rocking forwards and back. I needed her to make me cum in my cage in my panties in my dress under the watchful eye of my Goddess. I needed to show her how much I wanted this. How much I needed it. How right it all felt.

Because I'm a sissy.

"Suck her," Goddess' voice floated across the room. "Suck her cock, you pretty thing."

_Because I'm _her_ sissy._

I kissed the tip, butterflies erupting in my stomach as I did. It was one thing to look at a cock, another to touch it — and now I was crossing every line I thought I had. Marguerite pushed forwards, her thick tip pushing open my lips and sliding across my tongue. She tasted salty and musty, her scent filling first my mouth and then my nose. My eyes were wide as I stared down its length.

"Fuck, she looks good with a cock in her mouth," Goddess moaned loudly. "Fuck her face, Marguerite. Make her a proper sissy."

"With pleasure," Marguerite's voice had an edge to it that sent a chill down my back.

I felt her fingers knit themselves into my hair, felt her pull me along her length. She pulled back, then pushed forwards, hard and fast and fluidly, driving herself into my mouth. I wrapped my tongue around her and sucked, thrilling darkly at the squeal she made as I did. Goddess moaned again.

"Look at me while you suck my cock!" Marguerite snapped from above me, and my eyes flicked upwards to meet hers.

Her face was a mask of lust and savagery. Wide eyes, wild hair, flushed cheeks. She slammed her cock deep into my mouth and I gagged. Goddess groaned happily as she watched me get used. I opened myself up to Marguerite, knowing that if I didn't do it now, I would be very soon.

"Mistress, may I cum?" Marguerite asked, her voice tight as she fucked my face.

"Yes, pump a load into her throat," Goddess purred from the chair. "Smear it on her pretty face."

Immediately, Marguerite came, hot jets of cum filling my mouth and pouring down my throat. It was hot and acrid but I swallowed dutifully, knowing it was my job as Goddess' sissy toy. She wanted me to be used like this, and if it made her happy, it made me happy, too.

But the truth was — I wanted to be used like this, whether or not she commanded me to be.

Marguerite pulled her still-cumming cock from my mouth and pushed it against my face, sticky streams blasting over my carefully made-up face. I could feel my mascara begin to run as it mixed with her cum, viscous lines of pale grey staining my cheeks. I licked her cock along its underside from base to tip and thrilled in the cry of agonized pleasure it drew from her.

"Is that all?" I asked, unsure whether to be hopeful or disappointed that we were finished.

"Oh no," Goddess said. "Marguerite?"

"I have a special gift," the sissy said, extending her hand to help me stand. "I can cum as many times as I want and stay hard."

It was like a lightning bolt through me. Not that she could cum again — but what that meant for me.

"Does that mean...?" my voice trailed off as I looked first at Marguerite, then to Goddess.

She was grinning broadly, rising from the chair to join us.

"Yes, baby," she purred. "Time for you to lose your virginity."