Lazily, I opened one eye to check on the alarm currently going off on my phone. With a pathetic little whine, I reached out to my desk, barely able to grip it in a few of my fingers. Dragging it in front of my face, I successfully turned off the annoying sound after a few failed attempts, my mind still groggy from the wonderful afternoon nap. 

However my excitement for why I needed the alarm in the first place overcame my tired state. With a smile, I stretched, satisfied happy groaning noises escaped my lips as I felt my body relax, muscles releasing any remaining tension they were carrying. After all, I had a plan to carry out.

An evil, devious plan. A taunt. An act that I knew would land me in trouble, the very best kind of trouble. Fun trouble.

Putting on some music, I made my way towards the shower, prepping everything that I’d need. As the warm water cascaded down my body, I carefully lathered up my legs, taking care to shave each of them to perfection. No strays, no misses, nothing short of perfect was needed for my masterful plan to come to fruition. 

Next came the rest of my body, receiving the same attention I had given to my now smoothe lower half. By the time I stepped out of the shower I felt rejuvenation, transformed into exactly who I needed to be this evening. 

Rory

While I always carried a part of her through each day, some more than others, tonight was all hers. Fully and completely, no strings attached. At the controls, in the driver's seat, ready to fling me into whatever torment she chose. I chose. 

Smiling to myself, I ran lotion all over my now smoothe body, my feminine energy growing bit by bit. Skin glistening, I walked back into my room, donning the two most important items of the evening. While everything would be essential for my plan, these two were the focal point, the foundation that all else was built upon. 

The first, a pink cage. Slightly custom, an angled ring to make it far more comfortable to wear, the cage itself widened just a touch to be perfectly in place for my denied little clit. I slid my piercing in place, an awkward little move but one I had gotten used to, sealed away once I heard that faint, yet familiar click as the cage and ring connected. I took a moment, running my hand gently over my new pink prison, eyes wide with excitement. 

The keys, both locked in a Wi-Fi activated little case, did not belong to me. Oh no, they had been a gift to Rita, a dear friend, a friend whom I was so lucky to call my Mistress. Even now, calling her that out loud makes me shiver with excitement, my now caged clit pulsing with excitement. She was amazing, a powerful woman that I was completely enamoured with. 

Which made my evil plan all the more enticing, menacing giggles constantly leaving my lips. 

The second foundational piece to my transformation was a collar. Nothing fancy, just a cute strip of leather Rita had bought for me, a sign of devotion. Despite her trying to not make a big deal of it at the time…I most certainly cried when it was locked around my neck for the first time. As with my keys, the lock for my collar too shared a home in the tiny lockbox, out of reach, and out of my control. 

After a few girly poses in the mirror, I connected my harness to the cage, straps going around my waist and thighs, ensuring it stayed snugly in place. Not as necessary anymore now that I had my piercing, I found the harness still helped with nothing moving where it shouldn’t. Not to mention, it was cute as fuck. Once more I stood in front of the mirror, snapping photo after photo until I had the one I wanted. 

Step one: complete, I thought to myself, giggling as I sent it over snap to my Mistress. I placed my phone down, reaching for some matching pink nail polish, settling in for the rest of the process of turning myself into the adorable sissy I needed to be. A deep, beautiful pink, Rita’s favourite, one she loved with my skin tone. Seeing the fire in her eyes each time I dolled myself up perfectly was always worth the effort. 

As I settled down to paint my toes, all cute in their little stretchers, I saw a message flare up on my phone. 

Rita: Rory, no. No. I have far too much work to catch up on tonight.

I just smiled, paying attention as I cleaned and prepped to be painted. Lost in my own world, I finished both feet before glancing back at the array of messages thrown my way. 

Rita: Answer me you little brat. No.

Rita: RORY!

Rita: Omg, I’m going to kill you sweetie. NO!

Rita: Answer. The. Phone!

Giggling, I moved onto my fingers, far too busy to text back. There was just so much to do! Soon my nails matched my cage and collar, applying the finishing coats to each, eyes sparkling as I saw them reflect under the light. So cute. I blew on them gently, admiring my own handiwork, seeing them stoked the feminine fire I had raging inside of me at the moment, far from finished letting it grow, build, and consume me. 

More frantic messages from my Mistress, all along the same lines of being busy, how much trouble I was in, answer her or I would feel her wrath, blah, blah, blah. I decided it was time to respond though, sending another snap of me laying in bed, cage and nails perfectly displayed. After all, I was quite proud of the job I did, how could I not show my amazing Mistress?

Rita: Ugh…you are actually the biggest fucking brat on the planet.

Rita: But those do look cute.

I grinned, giggling at her compliment, moving along to my make-up. Pink eyeshadow, of course, resisting the urge to be too dramatic with it. Subtle, yet noticeable was usually my approach to how I did up my face. Lashes curled, liner just slightly flared, with the final touch being the trademark gloss I applied over my lips. A gloss Mistress had picked out just for me, one she couldn’t control herself around. 

I brushed my hair back carefully, soft and fluffy from the conditioner. We had tried wigs in the past, some wild ones like bright pink, or cute ones like pigtails. But ultimately Mistress decided my natural short “boy” cut was best, one that I kept in place with cute little clips rather than gel. Delicate, tiny bows adorned each one, set in place on either side of my head. One look in the mirror instantly had me blushing, my reflection beginning to mimic how I felt inside. 

I softly whimpered as I snapped more photos for my Mistress, the effects of being so thoroughly feminised starting to work its way into my clit. That familiar ache, the pulse, the constant reminder of being under someone else’s control…all accumulating into such a wondrous feeling and sensation. I both loved and hated it, all at the same time, never wanting it to end. 

Another one sent off, blowing a kiss to show off my lips for Rita. I let out a mischievous little giggle, knowing full well what that would do to her, exploiting each and every one of her preferences. Mistress quickly saved the photo, now hooked to my transformation. 

Rita: Wow you look pretty…

Rita: Fuck, alright FINE! You win, Rory. I will be over, but AFTER I get some work done.

Rita: Bitch <3

Once more I giggled at my silly Mistress, as if we both didn’t know the outcome the minute I sent her the first photo. Just as I followed any and all requests she made of me, despite any protests I may put forth. Deep down we needed it, needed nights like these, needed one another. As much as I enjoyed teasing, she wasn’t the only one excited for the evening. 

After a few more flirty poses in front of my mirror, I continued getting ready. I took out my matching set of piercings, a matte pink, going about setting them all in place. A slow collection I embraced for my Mistress, each one terrified me to get. Earlobes came first, followed by a bellybutton ring, then my poor nipples. They were the hardest by far, always seeming to keep me erect, rubbing against any shirt I wore. Maddeningly frustrating.

Labret and tongue piercings came together in one sitting, blushing deeply as both my Mistress and the tattoo artist commented on how cute it made me look. Slowly I was being turned into her good girl, and I could do nothing about it, letting myself be led down that exciting path. 

The final, and certainly the most impactful had been my Prince Albert. We talked about it for AGES, both wanting to yet scared to go through with it. After months of healing, slowly stretching it to the size needed, I watched as Mistress locked me up for the first time using my new piercing. While I had never once cheated on a lock up session, trying to pull out of my cage, the knowledge that I was trapped in that pink prison until released brought a whole new element to being her good girl. 

Wearing my cage meant so much more to me now, knowing what I had to go through to get to this point, how important it was to both of us. Looking in the mirror at all my matching piercings, I blushed as I reached down to cup my clit, trying to rub some of the ache I felt away, knowing I was far from containing my own excitement. 

I shook my head, as if it would clear away some of the horny energy surging through me. Moving towards my dresser, I carefully removed all the pieces I needed to finish being pretty for my Mistress. Stockings came first, old fashioned, needing a garter to keep them in place. A deep, opaque pink, stretching slightly as they slid up my legs. I wrapped a corset around my waist, clips pulling it tight against my, the garter built in to hold everything together. 

Oh how I loved garter straps. Snapping them, the constant feeling of taut against your skin, not to mention how sexy they looked when properly in place. I checked the seams of my stockings over and over, scrutinising each part until I was completely satisfied, twirling in front of the mirror. I moaned softly, running hands up and down my legs, the feeling of nylon against my smooth skin almost too much to bear in my current state, clit aching fiercely for release. 

Yet, I continued on being a good girl, slipping into my heels. Taking my phone, I leaned it in place at the end of my living room, having perfected the angle to show off to Rita years ago. Hitting record, I slowly walked away, one foot in front of the other just as I’d been taught, bending over at the end, legs crossed. 

I went through each pose I knew she loved, each one that had been trained into me, losing myself with each passing moment, needing my Mistress. With shaking fingers and wide eyes I sent it all, watching as she opened each one, my clit dancing in the cage as I waited for her response. 

Rita: Mmmmmmmm, there’s my good girl.

Rita: I can see someone is excited…

I blushed, hating how easily she could tell just by the look on my face. Taking a robe, flimsy and transparent, offering little in the form of warmth, I draped it over myself, my mindset complete. I was ready, eager, desperate for our evening to begin. Slowly I walked to the kitchen, placing a leash on the counter for my Mistress, before taking out snacks I had prepared before. 

With everything ready, I took a glass, her glass, out of the cupboard. Gold trim, short, yet substantial, I placed exactly three ice cubes inside it. Carefully, I poured out her whiskey to the line I had memorised, no more no less. Draping a pink hand cloth over my palm, I placed the drink on top, walking towards a little pillow I left near the door. Kneeling down, my free arm horizontal across my back, drink presented before me, I mentally checked every step I had taken before doing the hardest part of being a submissive. 

I waited. 

UGH!! THE WAITING!

Eagerness electrified my body, feeling it in every joint. My clit screamed at me to cum, to dash into my room for the growing collection of vibrators and cocks I now owned. Pulsing with need, frustration, and desire, I felt every single tantrum. 

Yet…I waited. Exactly how Rita taught me. The exact position, the exact drink, the exact spot. I shifted back and forth, all my planning accumulating into this moment. 

Hearing a key in my door snapped me out of my own head, having given Mistress one ages ago. Several times she had snuck in while I was sleeping, letting me wake up to find myself caged, or bound. I straightened my posture, wanting to give her no reason to be anything but impressed. 

As the door closed, I heard her humm of approval, feeling those scrutinising eyes all over me. Gripping the glass, I felt it leave my hand, not moving as she walked past me into the apartment. I stared down, glaring in protest at being left there, not daring to move until she collected me. Rita knew I hated waiting, and used it against me. Rude. 

Walking back, I watched as she stood in front of me, her boots taken off to show legs wrapped in leggings. My favourite kind, strips of transparency down each leg, hugging those powerful thighs. A finger under my chin slowly made me stare up, a nylon top stretching over her favourite leather bra. Abs outlined, fabric stretching against her chest, it appeared I wasn’t the only one who had dressed to tease for the evening. 

My mouth watered seeing how amazing she looked in her outfit. Despite being in incredible shape, I was still centimeters taller and many, many kilograms of muscle heavier than my Mistress. Yet, her strong frame always simply left me weak, drained, in awe over her. Nothing made me feel more submissive than when she showed off that strength, throwing me around to the best of her abilities. 

Staring down, that fierce intensity in her eyes, a fiery need behind them as she held us both suspended in time, a heavy silence cutting through the room. Leaning down, I heard the sharp click of the leash being clipped onto my neck, not daring to break eye contact. Rita moved in, planting a gentle, yet purposeful kiss on my slightly opened lips. 

“Hello, my bratty little sissy.” I let out a girly little whine, barely able to control myself hearing such a wonderful phrase. 

“Hello, Mistress.” I still tasted her on my lips, face still so close to mine, refusing to break eye contact, she held me there for as long as she wished. I may have started the fire of this evening, taunting Rita to come over through embracing my dramatically feminine persona…but this was her show now. Having played my cards, kneeling in front of her, I was now simply along for the ride. 

After a time, Mistress finally stood up, pulling the leash behind her as I followed. Placing my pillow before her chair, she sipped her whiskey, smirking at my eagerness, her feet gently playing with my clit. Lifting it slightly, landing soft taps on my balls, listening as I whimpered with each touch, my cage tight and straining since the moment she walked through the door. 

Rita was in no rush, simply watching as I whimpered, letting that desperation grow and fester inside of me. My leash wrapped around her wrist, the odd tug on my collar to remind me it existed, I held my position, arms wrapped behind me. Toyed with, teased, rubbed, I existed in this moment for her amusement, and my Mistress was ensuring she got her money’s worth. 

Placing her glass down, a finger beckoned me closer, feeling Rita unclip the leash from my collar.

“Up.” Blushing, I stood carefully on my heels before her, arms still behind me out of the way. I watched as she smiled, that knowing smile she always got in moments like this, feeling as if she could read my mind. Walking around me, inspecting as she went, I felt her fingers trace along parts of me, sending shivers through my body. 

Taking my robe in her hands, Rita gently removed it from me, draping it carefully over a chair. Not that it was providing any form of comfort or decency, yet without it I felt far more exposed, my skin electric from being exposed. Her touches came more firm now, gripping my ass, running up and down my thighs, snapping my straps, all the while listening to each tiny moan it forced out of me. 

Reaching from behind me, Mistress gripped my clit with a firm hand, making me whine with need. She rubbed and squeezed, feeling my trapped excitement, knowing more often than not I only found this mindset of mine after days of denial, days of cum building up inside of me. 

“You look adorable tonight, Rory.” I blushed, breathing heavily as I listened to my Mistress. “Did you enjoy getting all dolled up for me?” 

“Yes Mistress.” I nodded, breathing through my response, her gripping and rubbing playing tricks on my mind, barely able to think. 

“I want you to show off for me, just how I taught you.” Rita whispered behind me, a second hand reaching up to my chest, gently pinching each nipple. I shook, moaning desperately as she toyed with me, nodding once more that I understood. With a satisfied moan, she planted two encouraging spanks on my ass, before returning to her seat and her whiskey. 

Instantly I settled into my little ‘routine’, one I often practised in the mirror. It was more of a sexy dance than anything, as I bent over in front of my Mistress, showing off the plug I had put in earlier, the pink jewel at the end sparkling and on display. I blushed, but continued, running my hands all over my body, turning and twisting how I knew she liked. 

Rita smiled, sipping her whiskey as she watched, hands fidgeting with an eagerness to touch me. Sensing this, I slowly moved closer to her, ass dancing in her lap, biting my lip as I felt her hands on me. I gently sat down, leaning against her as I fell back, my head resting on her shoulder. I placed hands on both my knees, spreading my legs dramatically as I moaned, inviting her to once again explore the clit currently locked up in my cage. Her cage. 

Invitation accepted, once again rubbing my poor excited little clit, listening to me whimper. That perfect balance of pain, frustration, and desire, churning within me being her locked little sissy. There wasn’t quite a feeling like it in the world, constantly torn between wanting the key, to be free…and never wanting out ever again. Reality would eventually push me towards the former, needing to get on with life. 

But tonight, in her arms, floating in subspace, I was out of the reach of any form of reality. 

Gripping my hair, she pulled me tightly to her body, intensely whispering in my ear. “It’s time to take care of what you did to me all afternoon.” I giggled, biting my lip hearing her words, knowing exactly how she felt receiving pictures from my sessions. Slowly I slid down her body, twisting back onto my little pillow, staring up to the hunger in her eyes as she stripped out of her leggings. 

Mistress slid to the edge of the chair, leaving me perfect access to her beautiful pussy, one leg pulling me into her draped over my shoulder. Wet and pulsing, I felt my mouth water seeing how turned on she was, that her own need matched my own. I planted a couple cute kisses on and around her pussy, before taking my tongue and licking her from bottom to top, feeling every quivering twitch forced out of her. 

After a few long, slow licks, I set to work pleasuring Rita just how I’d been taught. The motions she enjoyed, the more sensitive spots, and sucking on her clit, my tongue sliding with every movement. She groaned, hand in my hair carefully, not wanting to mess up my pretty clips, keeping me in place. Hours of teasing, sending photos, dressing up, all totally worth it as I saw my Mistress grind herself on my mouth, eager to cum.

I knew her first orgasm was coming, the telltale signs of her pussy quivering, catching her breath, that grip tightening just a bit more. I never faltered with my pace or technique, listening gleefully as she came, back arched as if someone shocked her from behind. Always silent, taking in a large moany breath when she was finally able, switching to gentle licks, knowing how sensitive she got. After a while I was pushed away, that satisfied smile shining down at me almost making me forget my own denied orgasm.

Almost…

Sighing contently, she leaned back in her chair, gently stroking my hair and face as I licked. “My troublesome little sissy,” she said, closing her eyes as her head rested behind her. “Whatever am I going to do with you?” I giggled, my clit already aching from servicing her, pulsed intently hearing her call me that. There were several names my Mistress had in her arsenal that melted my mind, all of which she used expertly to keep me in line. 

“A whole night put off to catch up on work, and yet here I am, that pretty face of yours between my legs once again.” I blushed, continuing to lick as she softly scolded me in her own way. I knew she wasn’t truly mad, both having safewords that could have ended this night before it even began. But I certainly didn’t make it easy to use them…

Rita cupped my cheek, our eyes connecting as I licked, seeing the fire returning, knowing she was far from over using her favourite toy. “You know I must punish you, right?” I moaned softly into her pussy, nodding as I stared up at my Mistress. She sighed once more, slapping my cheek gently. 

“Such a silly girl.” Her grip tightened in my hair, my queue to return to her clit, evident she wasn’t finished cumming on my face. Once more I listened to her moan, pulled into her pussy, watching her cum for the second time, my clit screaming at me for the same. But I just served, fully under her control, allowing myself to be led in whatever direction my Mistress chose. 

With a laugh, she pushed me back, clipping the leash to my collar once more. Kept on my knees, I crawled after her into my bedroom, led up onto the bed. I heard a snap of some disposable latex gloves behind me, soon followed by my plug being removed, replaced by one much larger, shaking as it slid its way into my ass. Mistress offered me an encouraging pat, before I was turned around to sit on the edge of the bed, hands now cuffed behind me. 

Spreading my legs, she smirked as she made her way between them, both hands in my hair as she leaned down to kiss me. I moaned, melting into her lips, feeling her body pressed against mine. Mistress just smiled, seeing all the effects she was having on me, able to read the desperation in my eyes. Yet she just held me there, planting kiss after kiss, leading me further underneath her control. 

Rita pushed off of me, hands on my shoulders, staring down with a smile at her sissy. Keeping eye contact, she reached down for my clit, feeling how tight I had become, aching and pulsing to be released. Her hands just rubbed, held, gripped, and squeezed, constantly teasing as she just stared into my eyes. I just whimpered, my mind torn in several different directions, all of which were out of my control, my only option to be her good girl. 

Never stopping her grip on my clit, Rita ran her other hand over my chest, pinching my nipples, moving across my arms, leaving a trail of kisses all over. All the while, listening to the tiny whimpers I could not control. I constantly felt on the verge of cumming, barely being touched yet my clit pulsed endlessly, leaking pre-cum. 

Offering me a few playful tutt's, Rita ran a finger over my clit, collecting all the drips she was causing, offering it to my glossy lips to suck on. I shook, tasting my own denial, unsure how much more of this I could take, my body on fire from so many different sensations. Smiling, she poked my nose gently, before turning me around to kneel on the bed, my face buried into the mattress, ass high in the air. 

I heard her getting ready behind me, knowing her favourite cock was almost certainly sliding up her legs and into place. Soon I felt the bed sink behind me, hands rubbing over my exposed ass. 

“Mmmmmmmm,” Rita purred, rubbing her cock against my clit between my legs, “isn’t that just the prettiest sight in the world.” I moaned, consumed by feeling her hands on me, wanting that cock inside me so terribly bad. “I think though, we’re just missing oooooooone more thing…” 

Mistress lifted my head up, sliding a ball gag into my mouth, tightening it around my head. Snugly in place, she laughed as I was thrown back down onto the bed, now set to be her perfect plaything. My plug was removed, feeling her gloved fingers rubbing lube all over my stretched hole and her cock. The snap of latex as her gloves were removed, Mistress wasted no time to slowly shove her cock into my ass, pushing until she was right against me.

I cried into my gag, whimpering happily as I was taken. Feeling every part of her cock as it slowly slid in and out of me, shaking from the effects of it dragging across my g-spot. One hand reaching underneath me, Mistress offered my clit continuous slaps and rubs as she fucked me. Soon I couldn’t help but leak onto and into her hand, a quivering mess that was so, oh so desperate to cum. 

Yet her pace never quickened, always slow, deliberate, purposefully keeping me on edge. Mistress had fucked my ass so many times that she knew just how to keep me there, and exactly what made me cum. I pleaded into the gag, but she ignored me, continuing with a slow, mind melting pace, my poor clit endlessly leaking. 

“You see what happens to brats, Rory?” Rita asked, emphasising with a hard slap on my clit. I cried into my gag, continuing to beg, plead, anything for her to make me cum. “Only good girls get the fucking that they want, sissy. Were you a good girl for me?” Another spank, sending shocks through my body as I whined, having no rebuttal for her question. We both knew the answer already. 

Please, I said, over and over in my mind. Please let me cum. Ruthlessly, all I received from my Mistress was that slow, steady pace, shaking as I was kept so close to cumming. So close to fulfilling the need that had consumed my mind all day. 

After what felt like hours to a horny, denied mind, Rita finally pulled out of me, uncuffing my wrists so I could lie on my back. Climbing on top, she removed my gag, staring intently into my eyes, seeing how desperate her antics had made me. With a grin, she clipped my ankles and wrists together, looping rope to the end of my bed, both legs stretched wide and kept taut, completely caught in her little web. 

I whimpered to the ceiling, unable to see anything else, feeling Rita climb back on top of me. Staring down, she wiped away tears from my eyes, smiling at her depraved little sissy. “Poor Rory, did you want to cum?”

“Yes, Mistress. Please?” I could barely whisper, my voice shaking with need, absolutely lost in my own denial. I watched as she pretended to be deep in thought above me, finger tapping against her chin for effect. 

“I suppose I could let you,” she said, sliding her cock inside of me once more, staring down while I moaned with happy surprise. “I do enjoy watching you cum, after all. My own little slut to play with.” I nodded, barely hearing her as I felt her cock pushing in and out of me. 

“It comes with a cost though, baby girl.” I whimpered, unable to think, only able to feel her thick cock fucking me. “You will be wearing this cute little cage until I see you again. And with how busy I am, especially after being distracted by a needy little sissy…who knows how long that could be.” Rita smirked, enjoying her little game as I laid there, immobilised for her amusement. 

She pushed her cock deep inside of me, leaning down to put my head in her hands, kissing me softly on the lips. “Do you agree, my desperate little sissy? Is it worth cumming all over my big cock?” I stared up at Rita, my eyes wide, completely submerged in subspace, knowing I would have agreed to anything she requested in that moment.

“Yes Mistress. Please I need to cum. Please.” Rita giggled, grinning at her small victory, planting tiny kisses all over my forehead. 

“That’s my good girl, I knew you would.” 

Pushing off me, hands gripping my legs for support, Mistress started thrusting in and out of me, her cock doing things to my mind nothing else could. I laid there trapped as she fucked me hard, always watching as I moaned, instantly feeling that familiar sensation building up inside of me. Far more intense than a ‘normal’ orgasm, a distant memory for me now, seeming to build past the point of possibility, pushed further than you could ever imagine into an euphoric bliss. 

Mistress growled as I neared cumming, picking up her pace, thrusting intensely in and out of me. I silently whined, knowing I was so close, unable to look anywhere but her beautiful face, my mouth open in shock. With one hand on my clit, holding it in place, her vivid glare demanded me to cum, demanding my submission as her cock shook me to the core. 

I screamed with no sound, shook with no movement, finally pushed over that glorious edge. Jets of cum spurted out of my cage, leaking all over my body and the bed, Mistress watching it all as I succumbed to her cock. Clit continuously leaking, I waited for some semblance of control over my body once more, riding that orgasm like a wave through every part of me. 

When I could finally breathe again I nearly cried, tears dripping down the side of my face. Smiling, giggling, and moaning, I thanked my Mistress over and over, her cock still pumping into my ass. Rita smiled back down at me, leaning in for more kisses, casually having me suck my own cum off her fingers. 

Beyond sensitive, I whimpered as she continued to fuck me, knowing the strap-on rubbed her in just the right place when she used me. Seeming to want another orgasm of her own, turned on by watching her sissy, I quivered, taking her cock as best I could while she fucked me hard, finally screaming into the night as I watched my Mistress cum once more. That powerful body convulsing from effort, muscles glistening with sweat. 

Collecting herself, she carefully slid her cock out of my ass, before letting me out of my binds. Exhausted, we fell into each other on the bed, Mistress cupping my spent clit with one hand, the other soothingly stroking my hair. Sighing, she laid her head across my chest.

“You know I really did have work to do tonight.” I giggled, earning a glare from my Mistress. Scooting down to be eye level, I offered her my best innocent, dutiful sissy look in my arsenal. 

“I mean,” I said, shrugging, unable to stop the smirk spreading across my face, “you could have just ignored me Mistress.” Rita laughed, looping a finger through my collar, pulling me in for another kiss. 

“You know very well that I could not, baby girl.” Another giggle escaped my lips, offering my agreement to her statement. Mistress never could turn down one of my feminine sessions, each time having to claim Rory once more for her own. Her glare continued, offering my clit a firm squeeze, forcing a tiny squeak from my lips. 

“I wasn’t kidding, you know sweetie. I’m not giving you the key for a little while after this stunt.” I smiled, only having a small part of me freak out hearing that. 

“I’m okay with that, Mistress.” I looked back at her, eyes wide with excitement. “I guess that just gives me more reason to get all girly again…”

Rita sighed, groaning as she watched my eyes grow with glee. “I’m never going to finish this fucking project.” With another giggle I hugged her, wanting to enjoy the short reprieve before she showered and left for home. Left me alone with my imagination, and my aching little caged clit. 

I had so many new pictures to plan…

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One of the more fun stories I've written in the last little while, being a brat to a gentle but firm woman always makes me smile :). Let me know what you think, and you can check out my other stories on the links below! <3

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