Cocksluts Swallow, Cumsluts Smile

Disclaimer: This story is my intellectual property, and should be treated as such, do not plagiarize, or post without permission. If it is not legal to view writings that are sexually explicit and may have themes of bondage, feminization and other ‘deviant’ sexual experiences: don't read this. Don't read it, if it is not legal to do so where you live. Going any further is of your own free will, and responsibility is solely on yourself. Any similarity to real people or events is highly cliche, horrifying and unintentional. For those unowned Subs and Sissies: Rules:1. If you want to be my sissy property while reading this story, “Simply declare to yourself and the world by saying aloud, “I am owned by Mistress Dyvia until I finish reading this story.  I love being owned by a creative Mistress!”  See that wasn’t so hard. 2. If you have a chastity cage, lock it on, now. I want you aroused while reading this story.  I want you to rub that lock like it was a clit.  Masturbate like the girly little sissy that I know and love you to be. 3. What can you do to make yourself more girly for me right now? Full makeup, and dressed to reflect your inner slut?  Maybe you only have a couple things, a pair of panties or a tube of lipstick?  Girlify yourself right now.Maybe you don’t have anything… That’s fine, get a small phallic shaped object, like a pen, and just rub it across your lips over and over and pretend like you are applying lipstick (Don’t color your lips with a pen marker, just pretend) for the entire story. 4. Whenever our protagonist (Tyler) responds to their Mistress. I want you to speak the response in the same tone of voice as you image Tyler. 5. At the End there are some questions asked.  No cumming (or unlocking if you chose to wear one.) until you follow the final command at the end.6. Repeat after me:  “Mistress Dyvia loves sissies like me.”  Good Girl. Enjoy.

Mistress Dyvia presents:

Cocksluts Swallow, Cumsluts Smile By: Mistress Dyvia

Tyler

I didn't really want to go out. I was totally happy to stay inside and play the newest video game I was playing. The story was good and so was the game play! 

But then Dorian called. “Hey dude, tonight we need to go to the Twizzler.” That was the local dance club, too noisy to be a bar, but there was plenty of liquor and plenty of girls getting drunk and having fun… so yeah it was Dorian's favorite place to go on a Saturday night, But it was a Thursday night, the college girls were out in force, and we both had Friday off before the weekend.

“Sorry, I have plans…” I told him but it didn't take long for him to convince me to at least get dressed up and go out. He didn't like going without a wingman, and for some reason I was his ideal wing man… or at the very least everyone else was busy.

But like I said, he convinced me. So a few hours later he was picking me up at 8. We showed our IDs, and since we were in our early to mid twenties, there was no problem.  

We had a couple drinks to make ourselves feel a little more sociable, but not so much as to make us idiots. I don't even know why he thought he was going to get lucky, they had live music and the place was much too loud to actually have a conversation with anyone… but somehow we were both at the bar when the band took a break, they said that they would be back in a couple minutes, the club’s music was tolerable. 

Dorian saw a girl, “hey there, how are you?" She smiled back at him, but it was clear she wasn't that interested. But he took that as his window of opportunity, "so what do you do? I'm working with a veterinarian, trying to get my own license.”

She listed a single eyebrow skeptically. “Really?" 

That's when I stepped in, “hi there, I'm Tyler… Let me make this really simple for you. This is Dorian, he's a nice guy. He does work at a veterinary Clinic, he's finished his undergraduate degree and he is trying to get some experience under his belt while he works on his graduate and doctoral stuff…" yeah I said stuff, “he makes okay money, especially given that he's paying off his college loans, he has commitment issues though he's determined that he doesn't…”“I do not!” he said with a glare.She giggled as i said, “see what I mean… he has a thing for animals, like seriously he can walk into any room and your dog… if you have one… will no longer love you because he or she will love him more." 

She giggled for a minute and looked at me, me and then looked back at Dorian as if to reappraise him… “hi Dorian…” and she offered to shake his hand, and then I was kind enough to get out of my seat so she could sit down.  On the right side that means if I could call an Uber I could probably get out of here sooner. Just wait for the signal…

"That was cool of you.” a voice came from behind me. I turned around and I looked to see where the voice came from. She might have been one of the sexiest women I've ever seen in my life. She was thin and busty, she had this black hair with orange and red highlights or streaks or whatever mingled throughout her hair that was up in a pair of sexy, thick pigtails. She wore this tiny mini skirt that made every other woman  with a mini skirt look big… and trust me, the women there didn't wear anything other than mini skirts… she wore this black tube top that somehow seemed to emphasize her cleavage. Her fishnet stockings seem to cement her role as an alternative chick. And then she had those high heels. With that really big heel. I don't mean just tall, but it was also like 2 inches at the bottom base. Almost as if a high heel was a work boot. 

Her nails were long, and her lips were dark as was her eye makeup. My eyes were focused on her lips as he started to move again, “are you going to introduce yourself?" 

"Tyler.” 

“Tyler." She spoke my name as if deciding whether she liked it or not, "Tyler…” she said it again as if thinking it over, she bit her lip and then that turned into a smile, "I'm Daf. Nice to meet you.”

"mmmm.” I started and then continued, "I like that too… I always liked Daphne." 

She rolled her eyes with a little giggle, “Technically it's short for Daffodil.”

"I'm sorry… I just assumed-" 

“-everyone does… no harm, no foul. But stop making assumptions. Just a thing when I was named, would you believe me if I told you that I had three sisters named Daisy, Rose, and Violet?”

"I've heard a lot of parents that like naming themes with their kids.”

"♪Don't make assumptions…♪” She sing-songed. And then she giggled again with that sexy giggle, “I'm totally waiting for you to ask me to dance." I hadn't even realized that the band had started playing again.

“Do you want to dance?" 

“I thought you'd never ask." She took my hand with those sexy fingers, I felt her nails partially dig into me as if to remind me that I couldn't get away. It was my turn to laugh. 

But then she had me in the middle of the dance floor, and this wasn't the kind of dancing my mother taught me. Most of the time I was looking down into her sweet cleavage or those sexy lips.  Occasionally she would turn around and rub her ass against my crotch, and pull my hands around her waist. It took every bit of will I had not to pitch a tent right in the middle of the dance floor with her.  

After about an hour of dancing, we found ourselves at the bar. Surprisingly neither of us ordered anything with alcohol. Just a couple of waters to stay hydrated with all the physical activity we were doing. And then I decided to say something that was kind of daring for me… “I would totally invite you back to my place, but I wouldn't want to imply that you were that kind of girl.”

She reached up with her nails along my chest, and she pulled into a fist taking a bunch of my shirt with it and pulled me down to her, she moved her sexy lips to my ear and said, “for the right kind of guy, I'm totally that kind of girl. And you are the right kind of guy…” She let go of my shirt and as I stood up I couldn't help but look at her, her tongue was playing over her lower lip sexily, almost like she was trying to tease in a goofy kind of way… but I quickly realized she was being a bit sheepish, “but you need to know… you don't have to touch it. Use it or whatever. But you should know that I have a caged and locked penis under my panties…”

Chapter 2

“Wait…” I began to say, trying to wrap my mind around what she just said, “you're a guy?" 

She rolled her eyes, "do I look like a guy? No, I'm a girl. But I do have a guy part.” She used her hand to gesture to her crotch. "Look, I'm not looking for a serious relationship, not really… at least not tonight… I'm just horny and really looking for some sexual stimulation. Is this a deal-breaker for you? Or are you open to discussion at least?" 

I blinked my eyes a couple of times… I wasn't sure what to say, I certainly didn't think I was the kind of guy that would be that… prejudiced? 

She picked up on it quickly though, “All right, you are conflicted… Do you find me attractive?”

"Yes and yes…” I told her. 

"Okay. You find me attractive. Do you think I would look more attractive if your cock was buried halfway down my throat?" 

And I suddenly pictured her painted lips wrapped around my cock… and I felt a little stirring down there, “probably…”

She giggled, “would you like to make that little fantasy a reality?" 

I shrugged, “maybe…”

“I love the taste of cock, you know. I love the feeling of a nice thick cock stretching my throat. Feeding me. A man showing me that he knows how to take control… take my little blowjob handles-” she gestured to her pigtails, "-and have his way with me…” she gave me a little wink as she took my hand with hers and pulled it to her breast…. "Maybe? Are you sure it's just a maybe?”

“Okay… I would like to make that fantasy a reality." 

“I'm house sitting for a friend.” Her smile seemed genuine, “we can go back to ‘my-’” not hers “-place. Unless you'd still rather go back to yours?" 

I looked over my shoulder and saw that Dorian was well distracted by the woman that I had helped him with. So I turned my eyes back to Daf, "Yeah we can go back to your place… if you still want me." 

She took my hand again, and she walked towards the exit of the club. I followed her just as quickly as she walked. I was about to suggest my car, but then I remembered I didn't have my car, Dorian drove. Luckily, she had her car and she walked me to it. It was red and sporty, I was somehow surprised, I figured it'd be something darker.

We started to drive, I just had to ask, "if you don't mind me asking, you said you have your male parts locked in a cage? Why?" 

She shifted gears in the car, one foot pressing down on the clutch and the other adjusting to the gas. "My mistress wants me locked up. For as long as I could remember, I always wanted to be a girl. I found a mistress that would make that happen. The one condition is that she got to control my arousal. She locked me up, and now I'm always horny. Always ready. And she tells me when I'm allowed to have a night to myself. Like tonight." 

I looked at her with a bit of curiosity and possibly incredulity, “you're okay with some women having full control over your junk?”

"Yes. I can quit anytime I want. We have safe words… but while I am under her tutelage, I obey. I surrender, I stay happy… and apparently I make her happy too.”

I didn't know what else to say to that, I was just processing… luckily the awkwardness wouldn't last long, we were at her place in no time. She pulled into a driveway, she pressed a button on her visor, then the garage door opened, clearing a space for her to park. We made our way into the house, and then she offered me a kiss but promised me it wasn't necessary if I didn't feel comfortable with that. I debated, and then I kissed her on the lips and felt her tongue pressing into my mouth then into my tongue.

For a woman who claimed to enjoy being told what to do, she was very forward. She took off her crop top, and just threw it on the kitchen table as we exited the garage. She pulled my hands up to her tits though, and encouraged me to play with them. I didn't need much encouragement. 

She pulled me further into the house, specifically to the living room. She took the back of my neck and pulled me down to her cleavage, I used my tongue a little suction to tease her nipples into full erectness.  I had never felt breasts like hers. They're very firm and very round, and I realized that they had to be fake: Made of silicon or something… definitely the result of a surgery, definitely not hormones.  

After a moment there, she started walking up the stairs using a finger to tell me to follow her. I did. 

She led me to a bedroom, where she helped me to undress. She was topless, but kept her skirt, stockings and heels on. She was self-conscious about her locked member. “You can take it off if you want…” I said, gesturing to her skirt, “I won't run away, I promise.

She smiled, and then she slowly wiggled herself out of the tight skirt.  And there it was, a pink little cage that clearly had a penis locked inside. And that was the only sign of masculinity on her naked body. I couldn't see any other trace. 

“I promised I would do things." She said in sultry voice, "it's up to you how, you want to lay back on the bed and I could have my way? You could stand, and I could get on my knees for you.”

I thought about what she had said earlier, liking to be commanded. "If I do any of this wrong, let me know…" 

She seemed amused but unsure of my answer, “okay…?” 

“Get on your fucking knees, slut… my cock ain't going to suck itself.”

Her eyes went wide, she smiled and then bit her lower lip before replying with, "yes, sir!" And then she dropped to her knees, and shimmied forward… She reached forward and took a good grip on my cock and started to lick the head. 

“Put your hands behind your back, slut." I demanded.

She nodded her head eagerly, and her hands were behind her back, and she started to use just her tongue in her lips to try and get me to my own full erectness.  She was magnificent at what she did.  And once I was at full-length… full girth… she opened her mouth wide and started to take my cock into her mouth… I reached down and grabbed her pigtails… her own self-proclaimed blowjob handles… and started pulling her head back and forth.

The sounds of pleasure she made were almost deafening. She encouraged me with every single sound she made, every slurping sound that escaped her lips… every tight suction that she made around my cock as it slid right back into the recesses of her throat… into the dark void. 

Unfortunately I didn't have a whole lot of sustainability. Her mouth was too tight, her technique was too good, and it'd been far too long since I had done anything like this. Before I knew it, I was about to cum.  

I don't know what possessed me, but I pulled her blowjob handles all the way back just in time to spray the front of her face, and then I pulled her back on… and and felt the rest of my load going right down the back of her throat.

When it was all done, she had a wide smile on her face, her teeth were bright and white and she was very amused. “I can tell you're kind of new at that… but you did really well.” and then she giggled… not the kind of giggle that made me feel like she was making fun of me, but one that seemed to make me feel like I had pleasured her in a way… despite her not getting to cum herself. 

She stood up and walked to a door which revealed to me the master bedroom's bathroom. I heard water running, a few moments later she came back in with a warm wet towel that she used to clean off the rest of my crotch.  Her face was now clear of makeup…and cum, but still looked extremely feminine and beautiful. 

“You can sleep in the bed tonight. I know you're not 100% comfortable with me, I'll sleep on the couch." 

I shook my head, "no way… first of all, even if I did feel that way, I should be the one sleeping on the couch. This is your place. But to be honest, I came in your mouth, I feel comfortable enough to sleep beside you… if you want to.”

She nodded her head, I half expected her to get some pajamas or some sort of lingerie, but neither happened… she just pulled down the covers and expected me to get in naked with her. And we laid down, and I fell asleep spooning her…

The room was very bright, it was morning. She wasn't in the bed next to me anymore, when did that happen? The door opened up, "I see you're awake…" 

Looking at her amazing body, my cock instinctively twitched… and that's when I noticed it, she didn't have hers in her chastity cage on it anymore, it hung limply in front of her.  But when my cock twitched at seeing her, I realized something was on mine… a chastity cage… just like the one she wore… in fact, I was pretty sure it was the one she wore. 

And then she spoke softly, “I should probably fill you in on that…”Chapter 3.“I’m listening…" I responded as patiently as I could given the circumstances.  She handed me something, a key.

“So… I don't really have a mistress right now. I used to, she's the one who did all of this to me.” She gestured down to her body, "I told you about my sisters, they were all changed by her as well. And they were all extremely submissive. And don't get me wrong. I have some submissive moments as you may have noticed last night… but overall I actually do like to be in charge myself.”

I had no idea where this was going, "okay?”

"So I want to take you as mine for the weekend. If you agree, you're going to give me back that key, I'm going to tell you the rules, and if you agree your mind till Sunday night… if you don't agree, I'll unlock your little cock right now, and get you back to your car at the nightclub." 

My eyes widened, “I need to get my car." 

She giggled for a moment, “we can do that anytime you want," she reassured.

I let out an exasperated breath, But curiosity was overtaking my imagination, "what do you have in mind?”

Her lips curled up into an enthusiastic smile, “to simplify it into the two most important details, the first you won't like, the second you will love." 

I could tell she was waiting for me to encourage her to continue, "okay…?” This response was becoming a trend. 

“I want to turn you into my sissy plaything for the weekend, and I intend to give you the most erotic 3-day experience you've ever had… so erotic in fact I have every intention of making sure that you will be thinking of this weekend every time you jerk off and the next year." 

That was a lot… I didn't even know how to respond to that. "Uhh… what?”

That ever increasing familiar giggle came from her lips, “you heard what I said. But if you want me to simplify it even more, I'm going to make you uncomfortable… in order to make you very uncomfortable" she bit her lower lip in a seductive way and smiled as she leaned in closer.  "Let me demonstrate.” Her finger reached up around her collar and went down to the bottom of the v, from her v-neck, and pulled it down much further to free one of her breasts, she leaned in bringing her very excited nipple very close to my lips, “lick my tit.” Her words were slow, articulate, and deliberate… it was not a request, she was commanding me and I felt a twitch in my little cock… and shit now I'm wanting it too…

But there was something to her voice, something exciting about the way she told me to do that… and I moved my head a couple inches forward with my tongue out and licked her nipple a single time. 

“Mmmm, I like that…” She leaned back and stood up straight. “Did you like that?" 

"I did…”

She giggled once again, “and we both know I have magnificent tits. But did you like the way I told you to lick them?”

I hesitated for a moment, "more than I care to admit.”

"Then be my slave for the weekend. The ground rules are simple, you have two safe words. ‘Acorn,’’ and ‘pineapples.’ If you say ‘pineapples,’ something's going wrong. You're uncomfortable, it might hurt you. And you need me to stop right away. If you say ‘acorn,’ the game is over. I give you the key, and you go home.”

I was a little confused, “those are the only rules?”

She laughed, and it was not a giggle, “no, not at all, there will be plenty more rules. But those are the important ones. Those are the ones that we use to keep you safe. To keep our fun safe, and to make sure that you feel safe.”

I looked at my dick trapped in that cage. I looked at the key in my hand, and then I looked at her and realized she was holding out her hand waiting for me to give the key back to her. Would I regret this? I guess we were going to find out, and I placed the key back in her hand. In a very smooth gesture, it was back on her necklace dangling between her breasts. 

“Fair warning… I'm not going to make you do anything you don't want to, sexually speaking… but one of my goals is to get you to suck my dick by the end of the weekend.”

"I don't know if I'm going to feel comfortable with that.”

"Then you say ‘no.’ or when I suggest it, use one of your safe words.” oh speaking of ‘no…’ you are not allowed to use the actual word. If you do, you get spanked. And there's a whole other protocol to that too…umm… protocol to spanking.”

"So if I can't say… the n-word… then what do I say?" 

She giggled, “you do learn quickly… thought I was going to spank you right there…” She trailed off for a moment then added, “If you want to say ‘no,’ then you will say, ‘cumsluts smile.’”

My eyebrows probably disappeared into my hairline, “ and if I want to say ‘yes?’" 

"Then you will say, ‘cocksluts swallow.’”

“Seriously?" I asked, practically in disbelief.

"Yes, seriously… let's test it out… I want to ask you ten ‘Yes or no’ questions… answer honestly. Are you ready?”

I shrugged my left shoulder, “I guess…”

“Have you ever been a slave for a woman for the weekend before?" 

“cumsluts smile.” I answered negatively…

She seemed delighted, “did you like how I sucked your cock last night?" 

“cocksluts swallow.”

“Are you hoping I'll do it again when I unlock your cage at the end of the weekend?”

I really hadn't thought that far ahead, but If I to be completely honest… “cocksluts swallow." 

"Good good…” she paused to think, "do you think you're going to struggle with being a sissy for the weekend?”

"cocksluts swallow.”

She nodded her head with understanding, "are you going to give me a chance… actually , I suppose the better question would be are you going to fight me on it?”

"cumsluts smile.”

I didn't even realize when her smile had faded, but it came back a little bit as she asked the next question, “do you find this little game of ten questions, arousing?" 

"cocksluts swallow.”

“Do you have a feminine name that you would like to be called once we make you into my perfect little sissy? Keep in mind that this is a yes or no question…" 

“cumsluts smile." 

"Good, so you're okay with me coming up with a new sexy femme name for you?" I felt like that was a trap.

"cocksluts swallow.”

“Good, while we're playing this game, we're going to start a new rule, your new favorite color is pink, so my ninth question is, ‘is Green your favorite color?’”

Green actually is my favorite color… however, I guess my new submissive self embraces pink so, “cumsluts smile." 

"What a good pet you are turning out to be! Can I offer you a cup of tea or coffee?”

After all the other questions came, I wasn't expecting something that easy, "tea would be great actually.”

“Oh, I'm sorry, but that was a yes/no question. Now you have to be punished.” I was about to ask her what she was talking about, but I understood. Yes/no and screwing that up but, I needed to be punished? She could see the confusion on my face but didn't give me a chance to respond, "get down on your hands and knees… roll over, hands and knees come on…”

She was half pushing me with her hands, and I rolled over and got down on my hands and knees, and I was really feeling that chastity hanging. It was really weird. 

"I'm going to spank you five times now… every time I do, you're going to count it off and thank me… then ask for and that includes the last one and beyond until I tell you that you've had enough.”

I felt her first slap, it was loud, but it didn't even hurt, though it was a little humiliating to be spanked like I was… never mind… “One, thank you. May I have another?”

And there she went for five more…. Yes she gave me a sixth one and then told me it was a good pet for remembering to ask for a 7th.. luckily she told me that was enough… again it didn't hurt, but it was just so awkward to be put in that position. I felt that I volunteered for it… sort of…

When it was over, I looked over at her and she was looking at me… like she was inspecting me. “Is everything okay, Daf?" 

She nodded her head, "yes… but in private you did not call me by my name, you may call me Mistress, or Mistress Daffodil. But in public you can call me, Daf.” She paused again and then continued to answer my question, "I was just thinking about what I was going to do with you first." 

“Oh? And what are you going to do with me first?" Her eyes narrowed slightly at me, and I realized my mistake, “... Mistress?" 

Chapter 4

She smirked a bit, almost if she didn't even notice that I had forgotten to say mistress until I had corrected myself. “Getting you ready to embrace your new slutty self for the weekend." There was the briefest pause before she grabbed my hand and pulled me up to my feet. 

The house was big, and I had no idea where she was taking me until we arrived in the bathroom. There was a large bathtub, and it was already filled with a bubble bath. She started taking off her clothes, I was already naked.  She put on a skin tight cap on her head, one like the old time swimmers would wear in those old cartoons… and then she put one on me as well… She had me sit in it first and then I laid back… and I was actually surprised there was plenty of room for me to stretch forward.  And then she laid down on top of me.  Her breasts were such a distraction. She kissed me and tongues were having their fun for a little while. 

A few minutes had passed, and then she grabbed a sponge… it seemed like one you might wash a wall with, it was big, it was yellow, and it was not made for baths… at least not for the people… maybe for cleaning? I wasn't sure.  But then she started using it too wipe down my chest and to my shock, my body hair was coming off with it. She started giggling.

“But… but…” was all I seemed to stammer.

“Not yet… nothing in the butt.. but don't let your head fully submerge unless you want to lose your eyebrows,” she responded with a playful tone. 

She lifted up my arm and wiped away my armpit hair, “but what will I tell people after the weekend? Will it regrow?" 

She stopped just to laugh, "it might take a couple of weeks, but it will regrow… as for what you tell other people, it's the middle of the winter, unless you have a lover, no one will notice… but you can always tell them you lost a bet to a sexy woman.”

That could actually work… “okay…”

"Don't worry it's not too harsh on your skin either, in fact, it has a lot of things in this bath that will make your skin smooth and soft… very hydrating!" 

A few minutes later we were actually getting up. She ran the drain, and then turned on the shower to wash us off. It was only a couple minutes later when she started doing the regular bathroom, washing with a shower, sponge and body wash, using shampoo and conditioner… you know normal shower stuff. And then she started using it on me. 

Sometime later, we sat there rinsed off, just lying under the hot water… technically standing.  And she dropped to her knees, and that was sexy with her breasts sticking out there, her nipples hard. Oh I could feel the blood moving south, and she could tell. That mischievous smile of hers told me that she knew exactly what was happening to my trapped manhood. She started massaging my balls, and then her tongue started licking around the chastity cage, finding the small slits in it and teasing. Finding ways to rub her tongue all over it, but only some of it I could feel. And then suddenly that cage started getting tight again. Oh, so fucking tight. 

She stood up with a giggle after a couple of minutes of constant teasing… “did you like that?” She put a finger to my lips… “be very aware of your answer." 

I nodded my head in understanding, "cocksluts swallow.”

“Good, sissy." Her voice was playful, but her calling me that made me feel emasculated. I knew that from the beginning, but it wasn't helping… I knew this was what she wanted, she promised me such an erotic experience that was hard for me to say no, I knew it was goin to challenge every preconception I ever had of how I should behave with a woman.

Once we were dried off, and she did all the drying, washing in itself was a too-erotic experience given my cage… she led me down the hall, but in the opposite direction of the room we slept in. It was a guest bedroom, definitely made for women, and it was decorated in pinks and pastels. On the bed were two sets of outfits. One in pink, one in black. The pink one was more Lacy, the black one more leather. I couldn't stop my eyes from widening as I stared at the outfits.  

If I help you get dressed, will you help me?” She asked me. 

I wasn't falling for this trick, "cocksluts swallow.”

Her deviant smile was sexy AF. She started with this thing that looked like a belt, except it was lacy and pink, And there were four pink dangly things. She had me step into it, and pulled it up to my waist… then she took two pairs of pink stockings and rolled them up into donuts, and then slowly rolled them up my legs and then connected them to the dangly things from the belt-like thingy… 

Then she spoke, "most stockings these days have gels that keep them up, but I find the garter belts help a little bit more, especially if you're not used to wearing them.” Oh, those were garters, I always thought they looked like hair scrunchies, that wouldn't put on their legs for weddings…

She put a black leather one in my hand, and asked me to do the same for her.  "cocksluts swallow, Mistress.” it was the first time I called her mistress.  

She stepped into it and I was able to pull it up her legs… and over that sexy… sexy…ass, And watch the fit perfectly around her very thin waist.  Then she handed me the stockings, and expected me to roll them into the donuts… I did so and I slowly pulled them up her legs and connected them to the garter belts. Hers were different from mine, mine were plastic, hers were metal almost like alligator clips.  

Next she took a pair of pink panties, but had a strange front to it… she pulled them up my legs and it went up my ass; uncomfortably up my ass. That was strange. The front had an extra material that seemed made perfectly just for my cage. And then she handed me her own pair, only her underwear wasn't leather, it was a Lacey g-string, but it was still black. It also had the bulge in the front, clearly not caged this time, just her cock.  And pulled it up her legs, and once it was in place, I started to take my hand away, but she took my wrists and filled up a little higher, and filled up a little higher, standing behind her seeing that piece of lace pulling out of her ass made the blood flow to my cage again… 

Then came this Lacy pink see-through bra, she help with my arms around it and clipped it in the back. There was no cup, no underwire, it's like it was made for a man who wanted to dress like a woman. It was confusing… but then she handed me a black leather bra. And I pulled it around her and clipped it, she took my hands and showed me how to adjust the straps and then even though I was still behind her, she hooked my hands, and cuffed her firm breasts and made sure that the cleavage was perfect. She giggled at my reaction. 

There was a pink dress, she pulled it over my head, it flared out a bit at my hips. It was very emasculating, I'm sure I was blushing. Its sleeves were puffy, and the dress went right down to my knees… But she told me that I looked sexy Right before she pulled the top of the dress up and somehow locked the back of it with a padlock. The dress was secured to me and I couldn't take it off. And as a final piece of humiliation, she put a white apron around me and I realized that I was a pink maid.

And then she handed me a black skirt, not a dress. She stepped into it and I pulled it up just high enough to cover her g-string. It had a slit that went right up her right leg. There was a belt that went around her waist, leather with a little hook on the side of it, and as I had the apron, she had what clicked to her little hook, the end of a riding crop.

Then came the shoes, she had these pink high heels that match the rest of this pink outfit, she have me step into each one.  It wasn't a stiletto high heels, the heel itself was very big, maybe a 2-inch diameter at the bottom. At least I wouldn't feel like I was trying to walk on a couple of needles.  To my surprise there was a padlock, just like the one on my cage. And before I knew it, my heels were locked to my feet.  

She handed me a box, and when I opened it, there was a pair of black leather boots, they did have a stiletto heel, and they went just over her knees, that way her stockings would tease just above them. I helped to put her feet into them, and then I zipped them up to the top.  

She took my hand and walked me across the room. I was not graceful, I was managing, but I was not graceful at all.  She sat me at a desk, and she pulled out a little makeup kit. But the oddest thing, she started with a glue stick… glue stick, and a strange color of lipstick that she was applying to my eyebrows before using something flesh colored to make my eyebrows completely disappear before my eyes.  Over the next several minutes she applied various layers of different makeups and colors, first to give my whole complexion a similar color, then she was doing something that she referred to as contouring… then she added layers of eyeshadow in bright colors. Truthfully speaking, it gave me more of a drag queen look than a feminine sissy look… this included fake eyelashes, that were enhanced with mascara. It wasn't until she applied the bright pink lipstick with the  extra shinynlip gloss that I knew we were done with me…

And then she started doing the same to herself, her color palette was darker, smokey dark eyes, dark blood red lipstick. It wasn't shimmery, she had referred to it as matte. But once it was done every time she spoke a word it was sexy as fuck. 

She pulled her hair up into a ponytail… but I didn't have that kind of hair, instead she found a wig, a wig that had pigtails like the ones she had the night before. This wig was blonde.  

She took a couple of earrings and pulled them up to my ears, “you don't have your ears pierced… not a big deal, would you mind getting your ears pierced this weekend?”

I thought about it for a moment, "cumsluts smile.”

She nodded her head, "that's fine. We'll use clip-ons.” And then she reached into her jewelry box, and removed two giant hoop earrings. Maybe giant was too big of a word, but they were bigger than anything. I would have imagined dangling from my ears.  

“Are you ready to do whatever I tell you to do?”

I looked her in the eye, "cocksluts swallow, Mistress.” 

She shook her head, "No.” She reached for the crop and placed it between our eyes, and then guided my eyes to her chest. Her cleavage. "You need permission to look into my eyes. When you haven't been instructed to look into my eyes, when you haven't been granted permission, you look here." She waited for just a moment before she finally moved her crop, my eyes stayed glued to her cleavage, “will you look into my eyes without permission, Sissy?”

“Cumsluts smile." Came out of my mouth as I continued to stare at her cleavage. 

And then she led me out of the room. There was a study, almost a library in itself.  And then she handed me a feather duster… "dust.” was her only command. 

I took the feather duster and walked to the bookcase.  "Cocksluts swallow, mistress.” And I started. 

Inevitably she had to correct me. Made sure one of my legs always stayed straight, the other crossed over, and I was to always bend slightly at the waist. "Tease me with your cute little ass,” she commanded. Or was it that she demanded? 

For nearly 3 hours she turned simple cleaning chores into sexual dances meant to tease her… though admittedly they made me quite aroused. My cage was tighter than ever by the time she told me it was break time. 

We sat down, and she placed her hands on my thighs, her fingers constantly teasing to go up my dress. Of course she was invited, but I was nervous. I was in new territory. And then she had me cook lunch, she yelled commands at me viciously between giggles… but if I left her crop would smack my rear. And then she would giggle but I would hold a straight face… this should have discouraged me, but somehow, my cage was dripping wet. It was the early afternoon when she said we were done, but she wanted to leave me in that dress.

We sat down and watched a movie, she kept correcting my posture with that damned riding crop… then it was her turn to cook, she made dinner and things kept getting more and more exciting.  I really wanted out of this cage, and I really wanted my cock buried deep inside of her. 

I really wanted to impress her.  This was becoming hotter than it should have been. 

Before we knew it was time to go to bed. And she came up to me, started to unlock my dress. Helped me to undress completely. And selected a night gown for me to wear.  But then she asked something of me, “I want you to wear a butt plug.”

My mouth hung open as all I could think of was, ’exit only.’ 

She seemed amused by my expression, “look, I know that's not what you were thinking about before. I'm not going to force it on you. I'm not going to make any demands. I've done nothing to really hurt you today. At least I don't think I have. I haven't done anything to violate your trust. And if you do trust me… please consider it…”

She handed it to me, let me feel its weight, it's texture… consider what it would be doing. And then I handed it back to her.

“My dear sweet sissy, will you let me use this butt plug on you?”

Chapter 5

“Cocksluts swallow." I said. 

Her smile was warm and immediate, “that's a good sissy." I was still struggling with her calling me that. It was as emasculating as it was becoming sexy, and that typically wasn't the love language I was used to. But she meant it with affection, and I did look the part. She made sure of that.

But before I knew it, she was putting me down on my hands and knees. And I felt her hands spreading my ass cheeks, and then there was something cold and liquidy spreading across my butt. And that toy started to push inward. It wasn't very big, but being the first thing ever put in my ass, it felt huge. 

“Stay there for a moment, Sissy." And I heard her heels echo in the hardwood floors as she walked away from me. I felt it moving inside me, I tried to clench, but I wasn't sure what the hell I was doing. And just as I heard her footsteps coming in, I felt a plop and I knew it slid out, hitting the hard wood floor. 

I was afraid I'd upset her, but instead all I heard was a giggle. She was at the door,  "I had a feeling something like that might happen… give me another minute, and stay just like that.” I was pretty sure she just went to the bathroom to clean it off… at least I hope that's what she did. 

She returned a minute later, and we had to redo the ritual. She spread the liquid on my ass, slid it in, but this time there was something else. She put a new belt around my waist, under my dress.  And then something was moving to my plug, she played with it for a minute, and then a couple more straps came and she bound it to my cage.  

She helped me to my feet, and as I looked down, she had lifted up my dress so that I could see what was going on. It was a harness, and it pulled my chastity cage tighter to my body, while simultaneously holding my butt plug in deep… and then she put my gown down again.  “Are you going to thank your mistress, Sissy?”

"Thank you, Mistress.” I managed to stammer while staring at her cleavage… that deep Divine cleavage. 

I took a few minutes to wash the makeup off my face, brush my teeth and drink a glass of water.  Soon we wre in bed, I don't know exactly what I was expecting, but with her arms around me, spooning me… I would have expected to have spooned her, but the positions were definitely reversed… I just wouldn't have thought I could have fallen asleep so quickly…

I woke up when she was rolling off the bed. "Sorry Sissy, didn't mean to wake you up.”

"It's okay, Mistress.” But this time I felt my own smile pull up across my face, “wouldn't want to miss a minute with you this weekend." 

She smiled widely, I don't think she expected such a nice thing. At least I hoped it was a nice thing to say for her. We both went to the bathroom, I think I was surprised to see her sit to pee, with my cage I had to.  But if she could stand, why wouldn't she? 

After breakfast we showered again, though she handcuffed me with my wrist behind my back when it was time for me to clean my lower masculine bits. She unlocked it , cleaned it , turned on the cold water so it would shrink back down to a cageable size… and locked me up again. Then unhancuffed me… you know, if that's even a word.

This time she made me do my makeup. It took a few tries to get it just right, my hand was not very steady. On the bright side, she didn't make me wear a maid's uniform. She showed me a pink dress, but had me bend over first, she started playing with the harness, and then pulled out my plug, and then put in a slightly bigger one. That's when she put the dress on me.  

She had me do a little bit of cleaning around the house, not like the maid I was the previous day. More like if we were a couple doing things in the morning, except we weren’t really a couple. Just a few chores… she made a simple grilled cheese for lunch, and when it was done… she replaced my plug with yet another bigger one. 

I hate to admit this but I guess I probably should say this…  She was right. The plug did not hurt, at all… and sometimes it was very much, uncomfortable, but considering the way she was treating me, flirting with me constantly. It was more arousing than anything. My cage was constantly dripping, my panties were always wet…

After we were done eating, she took me outside. Not into the public or anything, just in the backyard. There were no neighbors I could see into the yard, there were plenty of trees. I was actually impressed with the pool she had, and she asked me if I wanted to go for a swim…

Next thing I knew, I was wearing a bikini… big shocker, it was pink. And I was getting very used to all this pink. She redid my makeup, and promised that the makeup was waterproof. But I also know that she didn't use everything that she used before. And we spent two hours enjoying ourselves in the pool.  We got out and took another shower, she gave me a bigger butt plug again.  She had me redo my makeup, and then I was wearing the dress I was wearing before we went swimming…

We played music, we danced… I was actually surprised that I was getting used to those high heels, and I don't even think I'd realized I got used to wearing them until I was struggling to dance and them.  

Then dinner came, and after that we watched a movie, and we chatted as she corrected me on my too masculine body language… I sat there with my legs crossed, chatting with her like we were a couple of women gossiping over silly stuff… and there was so much laughter…

It was time to go to bed.  It was a little earlier than it was the night before, but I was tired.  She came up to me, and whispered in my ear, “you make me so horny… I want to fuck you cute sissy fuck hole of an ass… Will you let me?”

I debated this for a minute… when we started this, I didn't want that at all… but she let me have this thing in my ass for the last 24 hours, I was used to something large in my ass. I really wanted to make her happy. She had challenged so much of what I took for granted… I trusted her not to hurt me. “Cocksluts swallow." 

She didn't say a word, I felt like I could feel her smile shining down on me like the sun, but I couldn't see her face.  I just felt her taking the harness off, and then removed the plug… there was still lube, she smeared it across my ass really liberally… and it took a couple minutes, maybe she was getting herself ready? Maybe she was lubing herself up? Maybe both? But then I felt her cock pushing against my ass. In… not out… then in deeper… still not out… then in deeper…. And finally she started pulling out, and then in again, deeper than before… and then when she was in all the way, she wrapped her arms around my waist and kissed the middle of my back.  

“You are amazing." Her voice said with such delight, and then she took a grip of my hips, as she backed up… and then started pushing in and out… in and out… she got me at such a weird angle, every time she pushed in she did something in me… there was something she was pressing against, I didn't know what she was doing.. I didn't know if she was doing it on purpose… but it was sending my arousal through the roof….

It didn't take long before she stopped trying to ease me into it, and was blatantly fucking me. It didn't even seem like it was that long, but a strange thought I could read to me… despite my chastity cage, I thought I was going to cum… 

She was pulling out and going at such a steady pace, and it was all I could do to hold on for their life to the sheets in front of me.  Gripping a them like a handle, some stability… just  something… I was gasping… “Mistress! I think… I'm not sure but… but I think I'm going to cum.”

There was a giggle behind me, "good sissy… how close are you?" 

Just as she asked, “I'm cumming right now…”

“Good." She got a tight grip on my waist and started pushing harder and faster herself, and then I felt a splash of warmth inside me, and then her thrust became slower, but deep… and to my shock, I was still cumming… I was cumming in strange waves. Every few seconds, just a little more would cum out…

Daffodil had stopped cumming. And was just impaled inside me holding me… My little sissified clitty was still releasing spunk in waves…. Eventually she withdrew from me sometime after I finally stopped cumming… she gave me a kiss on my cheek, and then rolled me over, and used her tongue to clean me up… Then she used her tongue to clean up the mess I made on the sheets.  

She got up and left, returning with a warm cloth.  She wiped down my mess, and then her own… put the plug back in my ass, and held me close… as we fell to sleep in our post-orgasmic high. 

This time it was me who woke up first. I was just staring at her sleeping face for about twenty minutes when her eyes opened. She smiled at me.  

“Hey, you." She said as she stretched, and then wrapped her arms around my head and pulled my face into her tits… "good morning.”

I said good morning back, but my voice might have been muffled by her breasts in my face.  

A couple moments later I was the first one to sit up, I really had to use the restroom, I also took the moment to brush my teeth. And when I came back in she was still under the covers. Looking at me with a contented smile. 

As I lifted the blankets to crawl back into bed with her, I saw that she was sporting some major morning wood.  My ass clenched immediately as I thought of the night before. My eyes settled on it for a moment, was I really just staring at her cock?

She saw my reaction, she giggled and then said, "I know… I know… totally need a morning blowjob to get rid of this thing.”

I looked over at it, I wasn't sure what to say or do. 

She must have seen the nervousness on my face, "that wasn't a request. It was just humor, you don't have to do anything like that.”

I looked at it again, and then met her eyes, "I know. But in the last couple of days you challenged just about every concept of masculinity that I knew about myself… maybe I can do this for you." I swung the blankets over, and then repositioned myself in front of her, on all fours with my mouth open just over her cock.

She looked at me, "are you sure?” Her facial expression was quite serious, or nervous. She clearly didn’t want me to do something I wouldn’t like.

I didn't answer with words, but using my tongue. Should have tried to do the same things she did that first night.  A lick here, a slurp there. And then I tried to take it into my mouth, I wasn't doing that great with it, but I did… it was a lot easier looking into her feminine face, staring at her tits… but somehow this became sexy even to me. Unexpectedly. I was enjoying this, and I was enjoying bringing her pleasure. 

"Stop,” she commanded.  And then she took my hand and pulled me to the edge of the bed, had me get off the bed, and had me on my knees.  She stood up in front of me, “continue…" and I did.  She made the most erotic moans and grunts from her mouth… It encouraged me… I tried to take more of her into my mouth and though I wasn't that successful, I was trying… And then an idea occurred to me…

I reached forward, and took her hands, and brought them to the top of my head, to the pigtails of my wig. I felt her hands tighten around them, “are you sure?”

I didn't answer with words, I had my lips wrapped around the head over a cock, and I was making eye contact. I slowly closed my eyes and then opened them up to make eye contact with her again, hoping she would accept that as a nod. 

She did… she took control. My blowjob turned into her face fucking me… I felt my own juices dribbling down my inner thigh… my arousal hadn't only dripped out of my cage, soaked my panties, seeped out, and was now eagerly running down my legs… And then she stopped… I looked up at her, she held our eye contact, then pulled my mouth off of her cock, “Would you like me to cum in your mouth?”

And all of a sudden I knew that she had planned on having me do this to her from the beginning. The very minute she sucked my dick, she knew I was going to be sucking hers. She knew how to play on my hopes and my fears. She knew how to elicit such an erotic response out of me. Probably out of most men. 

Even my yes/no responses or indoctrinating me and getting me used to the idea that I would be her cockslut or her cumslut. 

Her cock slut… my mouth wide open, her hands in the back of my head, maybe on my pigtails… fucking my mouth like a car piston, until I felt the streams of her hot cum pouring down my throat… and I would be content with her smile.

Her cum slut… kneeling on the floor in front of her, a smile wide in my face as she took her own cock and jerked off until stream after strain splattered my face dripped down onto my chest… my badge of honor. 

And yet, despite the fact that I feel like she manipulated me into doing that, both ideas… were appealing. I wanted to make her proud, I wanted to pleasure her as she had brought me pleasure.

“Cocksluts swallow." I finally verbalized. 

She was still smiling, but I hadn't realized that it slightly faded since she first asked me.. did I hesitate that much? But as soon as I answered, her smile was full and wide again. She took a grip of my blowjob handles, and pulled my face over her cock again. I sucked and I licked, I gave her as much stimulation as I could. I treated her cock like I would have wanted mine to be treated by a slut like me. 

I didn't even know how she moved her pelvis that quickly. Part of me wished I could see her ass moving back and forth like that, part of me wished I was looking her in the eye. Has she jackhammered that beast into my face. But all I could do was look at it coming in and out of my mouth... Shocking myself that I could take her full length. Felt it pushing itself down my throat with everything thrust.

And then she stopped. The head of her cock just past my lips. “Use your hands to finish… and you will not swallow until I tell you to.”

I obeyed my mistress, my hands coming up to her cock and using both of them to move back and forth. 

“Keep your eyes on mine." And my eyes went up to meet hers.  She seemed delighted with her smile. I kept jerking her, and then she gave me a wink. Barely a second later I felt the explosion of her cum in my mouth. Stream after stream filling my mouth until I felt like I couldn't hold anymore. I knew it was in my mind; the strange muskie yet salty flavor overriding all of my senses.

She started to pull her cock out of my mouth, and I closed my lips around at keeping the cum in my mouth.

She leaned over, her face inches from mine as I looked up at her. "Open.”  and I opened my mouth. She looked down and inspected the cum that filled my mouth. She stuck her pinky finger in my mouth and took a single drop under her nail and suckled on it herself. "Yummy.” and then she gave me another wink. 

And then she gripped her still hard cock, and then she tapped it to my left shoulder, “by the power granted to me by the Mistresses of old…” then she pressed her cock to my right shoulder, " And by the impressive nature that you have shown that you could go above and beyond…" and then she pressed the tip of her cock to my lips, “ I declare you to be, Ms. Cockslut.”

And suddenly it reminded me of some sort of perverted knighting ceremony.  But I enjoyed it. 

And then she continued, "swallow a mistress's load, and kiss her tip if you accept this title." 

And I swallowed… I kissed… I would now be Ms. Cockslut.

She giggled as she took my hands and pulled me to my feet and kissed me again. And then she took my face and lowered it to her breasts, I didn't need to be told, I licked and suckled on her nipples and played with her for a little while.  

The rest of the afternoon was relatively subdued compared to that. But she no longer called me ‘sissy.’ Every time she called to me, every time she asked (told?) me to do something, every time she made a demand of me, I was called, ‘Ms. Cockslut.’

But the evening was coming, and it was almost time for me to get back to work for the next morning… Hell, Dorian was probably worried about me, unless that girl he was hitting on was just as eager as my mistress to keep him distracted… doubtful.

It was in the early evening when she said it was time for her to take me to my car.  “Ms. Cockslut, I have a question for you, I promised you the most erotic weekend that you've ever had, would you say that I was correct? 

I smiled at her, “cocksluts swallow.”

She giggled, "I'm glad to hear it… I enjoyed myself more than I thought I would, and I loved watching how much you changed and embraced everything for me this weekend. Thank you for that. Okay but I do have another question. Would you like to make this a permanent thing between us?" 

And in some ways that sounded amazing. It was the most erotic weekend I've ever had. And considering three days ago I wouldn't even have considered dressing like a girl, let alone acting like one… or taking it up the ass… or sucking cock… and enjoying all the above…

I did have a life. I had friends and family, and I couldn't do this. Not in front of them, not around them, and I certainly wasn't going to hide a lifestyle like this. As hot and sexy as this was, it could only be for this weekend. “Cumsluts smile.”

I watched her wide smile slowly fade away. And then she forced a fake smile, "it's okay." She must have seen the guilt in my face.

I started to explain, “look, this has been one of the most amazing things I've ever done. I loved every minute. I appreciate every little detail, and every little thing that you've done to make this that special… but to do this… it would uproot my life, and I don't think I'm prepared to do that right now.”

She leaned in and gave me a kiss, "I said it's okay. It was special to me too." And then she pressed the kiss to the side of my cheek. “Let's get you back to your life." 

Epilogue

Six months had passed since that weekend. And that weekend ruined me. No other woman I met seemed to compare to her, they all seemed boring. Every night I jerked off to thoughts of the things that my Mistress Daffodil had done to me. 

My life seemed boring, everyday I went to work. I felt like I was going through the motions, I got things done, I was recognized for outstanding work, but it seemed… boring. My family never noticed any differences in me, I was my normal jovial self.  Dorian had wondered where I'd gone that weekend, but when I told him that a beautiful woman took me home and had her way with me, he seemed more jealous than anything else. But we both laughed about that. 

Then one day, I had missed lunch for a meeting. I was initially going to skip lunch, but decided to go very late. I walked into an Italian restaurant, I was waiting in line to be seated, when I heard a voice, “I'm here to pick up an order." 

The woman in front of us with the restaurant logo on her jacket asked, "what is the name?”

“Daffodil." 

My head whipped around, and there she was, my beautiful mistress from that one day. She wasn't dressed kinkily at all, she still had that fun colored hair, but was pulled back into a well-controlled ponytail, and she wore professional slacks, a lavender colored blouse, a Blazer that matched her pants, high heels, and a see-through scarf that were after around her neck. 

She caught me staring, there was an annoyed look on her face, "take a picture, it'll last-” then she stopped abruptly, a warmer smile crossing her face, "Tyler?”

I can only imagine a stupid goofy smile I had, "hey Daf.” I know she was picking up some food but I just had to ask, "if you have the time, care to join me?”

She looked at the other woman, “I'll pick it up on my way out…” and she put an arm around mine and leaned in. 

Once we were seated, and we got the small talk out of the way… I finally decided to bring it up, “a long time ago you offered me a chance… and I turned it down… is there any way that you would consider offering it to me again?”

She licked her lips in contemplation. Then she opened up her bag and pulled out a sheet of paper in a pen.  She started writing, but used the menu to hide what she was writing.  

“Unlock your phone and give it to me.” And I complied watching what she did, she didn't scroll through anything, she wasn't being nosy. She simply opened up my contacts and added herself as ‘my Divine mistress.’

She handed me my phone back, and then slid the piece of paper and the pen at me. “Fill this out, take a picture of it, and send it to me. If I'm happy with your answers, I'll call you tomorrow.” And then she stood up, gave me a brief kiss on the cheek, and went to the front desk, took her food, and left…

I looked at the sheet of paper.  

‘these are simple y/n questions, you know how to answer. (remember, 6&10 and 7&8 should have different answers) 

1. How do you feel about ‘Azalea’ being your sissy name? 

2. Are you ready to commit to a relationship with Mistress Daffodil? 

3. Do you reject the idea of Female Led Relationships? 

4. Are you prepared to embrace your new life even in public? 

5. Are you eager to be my servant? 

6. Are you only willing to be my sissy in private? 

7. Are you predominantly my cockslut? 

8. Are you predominantly my cumslut? 

9. Are you okay with other sissies being involved in our relationship? 

10. Are you ready for full and permanent feminization as guided by me?’

The EndKeep scrolling down and I have a bonus alternate intro from Daf’s POV.  I originally wrote two Intros, and let my Patrons (on Patreon) vote on the POV, what you just read was their choice.  :)

Your Final Instruction: Now girls, this story isn't completely done just yet… to be truly finished, I need you to show some empathy… you know that ability to put yourself into somebody else's shoes? Well I want you to put your cute little feet into Azalea’s too-high high heels. Copy those 10 little questions, stand and look into the mirror as sissified as you are.  You will answer the questions with the approrpriatre ‘yes/no’ answers… and we both know the answer is not ‘yes’ or ‘no’ but the answer Azalea would be expected to give… When you ave answered the final question… it is time to have your orgasm.   Enjoy it.

Thank you for reading!  You are always wonderful, loved and appreciated!  xoxoxoxo!

For those who are interested, an alternate opening from Daf’s POV:Daf

I was naked staring at myself in the mirror. I know I was attractive, I know most girls are supposed to not think like that. Be demure and pretend like they weren't. But I was. My breasts were a little bit large for my frame, but that was probably because they were fake and full of silicone. My waist was enviably small, and that wasn't a coincidence, I spent a lot of time at the gym making sure it stayed that way while watching my diet. My ass was tight, but a little bit bubbly as well, again because of implants. I didn't hide from my surgical enhancements. And then right in the middle of my crotch was a pink chastity cage. My balls were swollen, my penis was tiny, at least as long as it was in that cage. 

It was time to start. Had finished drying my hair. It was naturally blonde, but I had dyed it to a midnight black, and I had these sexyly highlights that were a mix of Halloween, orange and Christmas red. I pulled my hair up into a pair of pigtails, and the front of my hair was topped with bangs. The orange and red highlights weren't in specific places but were kind of mixed throughout my hair. It was the look I was going for.  My eyeshadow was mostly a smoky gray, but I did play with a little bit of red on the outer edges, the eyeliner was dark, and the mascara was thick. My lipstick was red to match my hair.  I stuck out my tongue and saw the tongue ring a nice little red Jewel in the center. 

I walked over to my bed where there was an outfit waiting for me.  There was a pair of red panties that tucked around my caged clitty nice and snugly. I also wore a matching skirt, it was pleated and kind of reminded me a little bit of what a schoolgirl cheerleader would wear. And then there was a black leather crop top that showed off my navel and didn't go past my shoulders. It did have a bit of a fee cut so it showed off my cleavage. And it was just tight enough to lift my boobs. I wore fishnet stockings that were of course black. And a pair of black high-heeled ankle boots… They had a thick black heel that made him a little bit easier to walk in. I painted my nails black.

The jewelry wasn't so hard. Just a few studs in my ears, and a navel ring, with a jewel to match my tongue ring of course. I had a couple of bracelets on my right wrist and a smartwatch on my left. One little anklet too. A spritz of perfume and I was good to go. 

I took an Uber to the club: The Twizzler. I had a mission that night, and I was determined to pull it off. There were a couple of guys that hit on me, but somehow they didn't seem like the kind of guy I wanted. And then I saw him. He was playing the perfect little wingman to another guy that may or may not be a douche. 

Once he got his friend in, I decided to approach and be nice.

“That was cool of you." I said as I nodded my head towards his friend and the girl he was talking to. His gaze seemed to drink me up, almost like he was a man dying of thirst in a desert. There was a long silence that was getting on the verge of being awkward, so I spoke again… “are you going to introduce yourself?" 

"Tyler.” hallelujah, he spoke!

“Tyler." I said his name tentatively, testing it out. Did I want to be with a Tyler? I think I did… "Tyler…” I said again, and after a gentle pause, I added my own name,  "I'm Daf. Nice to meet you

"mmmm.” He said it as if I just slurped on his cock, and then he continued with, "I like that too… I always liked Daphne." 

I know it's time to embarrass him a little bit, as I rolled my eyes. I snorted a laugh and then corrected him, “Technically it's short for Daffodil.”

"I'm sorry… I just assumed-" He managed to stammer, but I wasn't about to let him ramble on, I wanted him…

“-everyone does… no harm no foul. But stop making assumptions. Just a thing when I was named… would you believe me if I told you that I had three sisters named Daisy, Rose, and Violet?” The tail end of that being a little bit more playful.

"I've heard a lot of parents that like naming themes with their kids.” and he wasn't wrong, I've heard people who've had siblings all named after the color red, or other siblings who all started names with a ‘b.’ But my sisters were not named conventionally like those were, there was a purpose.  

"♪Don't make assumptions…♪” I practically sang to him before I lost myself in a giggle. But before he had a chance to lose me, I decided to be a little bit more forward, “I'm totally waiting for you to ask me to dance." 

He picked up on the hint very quickly, “Do you want to dance?" 

“I thought you'd never ask." And I took his hand, and interlocked my fingers with his and made sure he could feel my nails hooking around the contours in the palm of his hand.. 

I was not playing it cool at all. I was in heat. I could feel my clitty twitch in its cage. I wanted this man. I wanted him to take me and do such perverted things to me. I didn't give him a chance in the world. I played with my tongue, and my lips. I made sure he had a good view of my cleavage, and while we were dancing I was pressing parts against him and I was impressed that he had the self-control not to get too hard. But I could hear the ragged breaths from his chest, and I knew he was fighting it, focusing on himself.

After a while, we took a break. I was convinced that my own juices were dripping down my thigh but he didn't seem to notice, no one else seemed to either. He bought a couple bottles of water and offered me one. He took a sip from his before speaking, “I would totally invite you back to my place, but I wouldn't want to imply that you were that kind of girl.”

Oh, men and their white knight complexes… I didn't need to be saved. I needed a cock buried to the hilt inside one of my holes. I wrapped my fingers into his shirt and pulled him down to me,, “for the right kind of guy, I'm totally that kind of girl. And you are the right kind of guy…” I smiled and licked my lower lip, I paused because I did have to bring up one thing… letting guys find out the hard way was sometimes dangerous for girls like me… I pulled my tongue in and decided to be blunt about it, “but you need to know… you don't have to touch it. Use it or whatever. But you should know that I have a caged and locked penis under my panties…”

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