Under Lock and Lace #4
After nearly ten minutes, she finally zipped the bag closed and told me to stand.
I rose carefully, my legs slightly stiff from kneeling.
Alexis went to the closet and pulled out a pair of black heels. She crouched in front of me and helped guide my feet into them. They were a little snug around my toes, but they mostly fit.
When I stood upright, my balance shifted immediately. The heels lifted me onto the balls of my feet and changed the way I held my hips. My calves tightened beneath my newly smooth skin.
I instantly felt more like a woman.
Alexis took my hand and led me back into the bathroom so I could see my reflection.
I stared at myself in disbelief.
Aside from my short hair, I looked like a girl. The makeup had softened my face, making my eyes seem larger and my lips fuller. The red dress hugged my body in a way that hid what little masculinity remained.
“You look convincing enough when I part your hair this way,” she said, demonstrating the same arrangement she’d made earlier. “But I want to take it to the next level.”
She left the bathroom briefly and returned carrying a dark wig.
Alexis settled it over my head, adjusting it around my scalp before pulling the long hair forward over my shoulders. The strands brushed against my cheeks and the neckline of the dress.
I turned from side to side, studying my feminine reflection.
There wasn’t a single trace of the awkward man who’d stood locked outside in the rain. A woman stared back at me now—a pretty, nervous woman in a red dress, black heels, and carefully applied makeup.
The sight of myself aroused me, but the cage refused to let my cock respond. The helpless pressure made me feel even more feminine. I couldn’t get hard. I couldn’t touch myself. I couldn’t even remove the cage without Alexis’s permission.
I’d have to find some other way to feel relief.
Alexis took my hand and pulled me back into the bedroom. She opened one of her dresser drawers and removed a pair of black lace panties.
The sight of them sent another tingling rush across my skin.
“Now for the finishing touch,” Alexis said with a grin.
She knelt beside my feet and held the panties open for me. I stepped into them one leg at a time, gripping her shoulder to steady myself in the heels.
Alexis slowly drew the lace up my smooth calves and thighs until it settled around my waist. The fabric felt delicate and snug against my bare skin.
There was a slight bulge inside the panties from the cage, but when I lifted the dress and looked down, I could hardly tell what was hidden beneath them. The black lace softened even that small outline, making everything between my legs look flatter and more feminine.
“How does it feel?” Alexis asked.
“Good,” I told her. “Really good.”
I couldn’t help smiling as euphoria and arousal flooded through me. The transformation felt overwhelming. I’d completely changed the way I looked, and I’d surrendered control of my own cock to a beautiful woman I’d barely known an hour ago.
I was dressed like her doll, locked away and unable to undo any of it without her help.
And I couldn’t wait to see what Alexis planned to do with me next.
My smile faded when my phone began ringing in the living room.
“That must be the locksmith,” I said.
I reached behind myself and started fumbling for the zipper of the dress, but Alexis caught my hands and stopped me.
She walked to her bedroom window and peeked through the blinds.
“Oh,” she said. “She’s pretty. I like her red hair.”
“She is?” I asked, suddenly worried about what kind of game Alexis might be planning.
“I think I’ll go introduce myself. Don’t change out of your clothes,” she said. “Stay just like that.”
My entire body tensed as she disappeared from the apartment.
I hurried to the window and carefully peeked outside.
Alexis was speaking with the locksmith, who was very sexy indeed.
Her beige uniform fit snugly around her full curves and narrow waist. She had bright red hair that looked like fire against the gray afternoon, and she smiled warmly as Alexis spoke to her.
Then Alexis turned toward the apartment.
The locksmith followed behind her.
I rushed away from the window and returned to the same spot where I’d been standing when Alexis left. I smoothed the dress down and tried to look innocent. The last thing I wanted was for her to catch me spying.
“Colin is right through here,” I heard Alexis say.
My heart raced when I realized she was bringing the locksmith in to meet me while I was still dressed like this—and still locked inside the cage. There wasn’t even time to prepare myself. The two women entered the room together, and the locksmith’s eyes widened the second she saw me.
Then she grinned in a way that sent a nervous chill through my body.
“This is Colin, huh?” she asked. “My name is Monica.”
Monica hung back in the doorway while Alexis walked toward me, looking entirely too pleased with herself.
“It’s even better,” she said.
She quickly pulled up the front of my dress, flashing Monica the obvious bulge of my panty-covered cock. Heat rushed into my face. I tried to push Alexis’s hands away and tug the dress back down, but she didn’t budge. She was stronger and far more determined than I was.
By the time she hooked her fingers beneath the panties and pulled them aside to show off the cage underneath, I’d stopped fighting her. There didn’t seem to be any point. Besides, as humiliating as it was to stand there exposed in front of a complete stranger, I was more aroused than ever.
This was easily the most embarrassing situation of my life, and somehow that only made it hotter.
Monica studied the cock cage with open curiosity before smiling at me.
“She’s got you all locked up, doesn’t she?” she asked.
I nodded sheepishly, unable to meet her eyes for more than a second.
“You know, I could unlock that for you,” she said. “Being a locksmith and all.”
A glimmer of hope and disappointment passed through me at the exact same time.
I didn’t want to admit how much I enjoyed being locked up—or how much I liked knowing Alexis controlled whether I was allowed to get hard.
Still, I felt as though I should at least pretend I wanted out, especially in front of Monica.
She was a locksmith, after all. If anyone could rescue me from Alexis’s control, it was her.
“It’s just too bad I won’t help you,” Monica said.
Alexis grinned at her, clearly delighted by the answer, and untied the belt of her robe.
My eyes widened. My jaw practically dropped.
The robe slipped open before falling around Alexis’s ankles, exposing her completely naked body to Monica. She stepped out of it without the slightest trace of embarrassment, her bare skin smooth and inviting beneath the light.
Monica moved toward her as she began lifting her uniform top over her head, revealing the white lace bra underneath.
Alexis reached around Monica’s body, pressing close enough that her bare tits brushed against Monica’s covered ones, and unfastened the bra.
She tossed it onto the floor before helping Monica work her uniform pants down her hips.
I can’t believe this is happening. I must be dreaming.
Soon Monica was naked too, her nipples already hard and her pussy visibly wet. She wasn’t shaved like Alexis, but the dark hair between her thighs had been neatly trimmed. My mouth watered as I stared at the two of them.
Alexis glanced over her shoulder and smiled at me.
“Enjoy the show,” she said.
Then she turned back to Monica and kissed her, long and slow.
My knees nearly buckled.
I understood what Alexis was doing now. She was torturing me.
I’d never seen two girls make out in person before, much less watched them do it completely naked.
My cock desperately tried to grow hard inside the cage, but the metal held it down, allowing only a painful pulse of pressure.
I wanted to reach beneath the dress, wrap my hand around myself, and stroke while I watched them.
But I couldn’t do that either.
It was pure torture, yet it made every nerve ending in my body come alive with a restless, buzzing excitement.
Monica and Alexis cupped each other’s breasts, squeezing the soft flesh and rolling each other’s nipples between their fingers. They moaned into the kiss as their tongues slipped out to meet, swirling slowly together before disappearing between their lips again.
I wanted to kiss them too. I wanted to touch them, taste them, and be part of whatever was happening between them.
But I knew I’d need Alexis’s permission.
She hadn’t given it.
Alexis lowered her head to Monica’s chest and drew one of her nipples into her mouth. Monica threaded her fingers through Alexis’s hair and stared down at her with a soft, almost loving expression.
Then Monica looked over at me and grinned.
“You look just as tortured as I hoped you’d look.”
My lips trembled.
Alexis must’ve told her about me while they were outside. How else could Monica be so calm about walking into a bedroom and finding a man locked in chastity and dressed like a girl? I couldn’t stop wondering what she’d thought when Alexis explained everything.
Had the idea shocked her?
Or had it excited her just as much as it seemed to excite Alexis?
Alexis led Monica toward the bed. I turned to follow them with my eyes, remaining exactly where I was until someone gave me another command. My hands twisted nervously in front of my body as Monica lay back against the mattress and Alexis climbed over her.
Alexis lowered her head between Monica’s thighs while straddling Monica’s face, positioning her pussy directly over Monica’s waiting mouth.
“Fuck,” I breathed as quietly as I could.
They’re going to go down on each other. At the same time. And there’s nothing I can do about it except stand here.
The torture shot through me like electricity.
Alexis dragged her tongue slowly along Monica’s slit while Monica’s tongue did the same to Alexis. Their bodies tightened against each other. They moaned directly into each other’s pussies, the sounds muffled by wet flesh.