Caged

 

"But...but why?" I asked, eyes locked on the small, white chastity cage.

"Because he insists all his pets wear one," she said. I bit my lip, looked away from the white cage to the flat, metal cage she wore. "Don't worry, he let's us work our way to these," she said. "The plastic cage first. It's not about size, necessarily, though to be honest it's an honor to be allowed to use the flat one, what's important is locking us up and making sure we no longer swell."

"I just...I mean...I don't know if I can...give that up," I swallowed.

"Give what up?" she asked.

"You know...t...touching myself," I said.

She smiled at me. "I know," she said in an understanding tone. "I felt the same way at first. I mean, every time I dressed like a girl I swelled and I'd touch myself, too. But that's what boys do, not girls. We don't have a penis, we have a clit and clits are soft."

"But...but do you...enjoy...enjoy it?"

"Sex?" she asked. "Of course, very much. But like a girl, never like a boy. Trust me, it's difficult at first, I get it, but over time you have this awakening. The longer you wear it, the longer you go without doing boy things, the more you feel, I don't know, feminine, submissive, the more you learn not just to accept serving him, the more you realize it's really the way. At a certain point, after months of arousal, you literally never want to go back to the way things were."

"You make it sound...final."

She shrugged. "I suppose in a way, it is. Once you put one on, he doesn't permit you to ever be without one."