About this book
"That dress is just so perfect on you," she purred, her fingers running over the wet spot at the front of my panties. "And you must be so frustrated locked up in there. Do you want out?"
"Oh, Mistress, yes!" I cried, desperate for release.
"Sissies stay locked," she grinned — to my horror. "But that doesn't mean you can't get any release. Bend over, baby, and let me show you what you're good for."
Chastity was supposed to be a fun, hot thing we could do once in a while. I had to talk my girlfriend Amy into it — but once we tried it once, she couldn't get enough of it. Days turned into weeks, and she delighted in turning me into a dripping mess, begging her for release.
But she'd only give it to me if I put on panties. And stockings. And a dress. She said it was just a one-time thing. But seeing me all dolled up turned her on so much that she promised to make me into something I'd never even heard of: a sissy.
And she had some ideas about how long sissies stay locked up.
Now that she owns what's between my legs, am I really willing to put it in panties if it means I might get to cum? I should hate all of this, so why is my cage so tight? And why does she keep telling me that once she's done with me, I won't even want to be unlocked?