Chapter 7 Sexy Like This
“Please, Lady Jane,” Chrys moans as my tongue flicks between the steel bars. “Please, please unlock me.”
“You’re cute when you beg,” Jane says. “It won’t change the answer, but I don’t want you to stop.”
“Please,” she moans. “I could cum without the cage on.”
“But I know your little secret, dear.”
Chrys screws her eyes shut. Her eyeshadow is a smoky gray flecked with silver sparkles.
“You can cum with that little cage on,” Jane says with a dark smile. “And I know you even prefer it.”
Chrys groans in agony, but I feel her steel-wrapped clit twitch in my mouth, taste the spurt of pre-cum from her excitement.
It makes my heart race to realize such a thing — a chastity cage — even exists, much less that someone would allow themselves to be locked in it.
Chrys’ clit is furiously hard within hers.
It almost looks cute, I think. It makes her panties perfectly smooth. It’s truly a clit like this.
The fact that it turns me on gives me an illict, terrifying thrill.
“Do something more useful with your mouth than that,” Janelle says, sitting up and pulling Chrys into a kiss.
I can taste and feel everything that makes the sissy excited, and nothing has made her spurt more pre-cum than this.
I slurp it down as she allows herself to be maneuvered downwards, between Janelle’s legs, and begins sucking on the clit there.
She loves being used like this, I think as I swirl my tongue over her trapped shaft.
She moans happily around Janelle as I do.
She prefers being like this. It shakes me to my core to notice this about her so easily.
Is it simply observation? Or is it recognition of a part of myself inside her? Could this be what I want, too?
I gasp around the steel-clad clit as I feel a fingernail slide up the underside of my quivering shaft.
“Are you excited, April?”
My clit twitches in response.
“Good girl. I’m glad Janelle was able to help you. For that, she’s allowed to cum.” The sissy’s moans of pleasures grow. “But” — Janelle lets out a high whine — “only when she gets my permission. And not into anyone’s mouth.”
How else is she going to do it?
“You like your pretty dress, don’t you, April. You feel so beautiful in it.”
I nod around Chrys’ clit.
“But you’re not just beautiful. You’re sexy like this, in your tiny skirt and your little panties wrapped around your ankles. Janelle certainly noticed, didn’t you, Janelle?”
“Yes, Lady,” the sissy groans.
“It can be so overwhelming the first time a girl gets to be dressed up properly, especially with other lovely sissies to play with.”
She wraps my entire clit in her fingers now and begins to slowly, teasingly pump me.
My gasp mingles with Chrys’. Her clit pulsates against my tongue and floods my mouth with seemingly endless pre-cum.
For a moment, I wonder how big she is unlocked.
I let my teeth scrape across it for the briefest moment and her moan becomes almost deafening.
“And when girls get excited like this,” Jane continues, “well, typically I manage it myself. But you girls have played so well together, I think you all deserve a special reward. Something to help you feel so very girlish, April. Is that something you think you’d like?”
Something in her tone makes me uneasy. It feels like a trap.
But her touch is heavenly, Chrys’ taste ambrosia.
My dress is tight and sweet and soft in all the right places, and knowing that I’m wearing it — sucking a clit like a girl, wearing pretty lingerie, dressed like the two others, all for the pleasure of this stunning woman in white — make the fear drift away.
All I want is more of this. To feel more pleasure. To kiss and suck.
To feel ever more girly.
“Yes,” I moan. “As long as it makes me feel pretty.”
Jane’s laugh is delighted and high-pitched. Her hand never stops working my shaft. “Oh, I think it will make you feel very desirable. A good girl makes herself all nice and pretty for moments just like these.”
Chrys is almost vibrating above me. I can feel the steel cage shake against my lips and tongue as she moans in delight.
It takes all the focus I can muster to keep licking at her trapped clit, swirling around the bars of her cage.
For a horrible moment, I wonder if the Lady Jane is going to put one on me, too.
If this whole thing has been a setup to lock me away for endless torment.
I twitch at the idea, not sure how much I hate and how much it excites me.
But she doesn’t reveal some hidden cage or promise to deny my orgasm. Instead, she says something even worse.
“Janelle, when you’re ready, why don’t you take April’s sissy virginity?”