Legs Crossed
"A girl crosses her legs," he said, glaring at me.
"I...I was, Sir," I said, "I...I just...it...it gets...painful."
"And who's fault is that?" he asked. "You were warned, weren't you?"
I nodded. "Y...yes, Sir," I said.
It was easier to cross my legs when I was tucked, when my little balls were pushed up inside me, when my little penis was pulled back. The cage, small as it was, left things more exposed so when I crossed my legs, there was a buildup of pressure.
"Let's make this simple," he said. "I appreciate it's more difficult this way, but you earned a month in the cage for swelling without permission. I was clear on my rules and the consequences, wasn't I?"
"Yes, Sir."
"So the painful predicament is one of your doing. A girl crosses her legs. If it's painful, that too is of your doing, is it not?"
"Y...yes, Sir."
"So, every time you sit and do not cross your legs, it's another week in the cage. That should be motivation enough."
I quickly crossed my legs despite the dull pain.
I once did a Photo shoot as a Sissy and I still remember how painfull it was when I had to hold my legs crossed.
ReplyDeleteBut the longer you are caged, the more used to it you'll become. A nice flat cage do the trick.
ReplyDeleteOf course the other alternative is to have those two little baubles removed completely and that thing between your legs will shrink down to almost nothing. Crossing your legs after that will become completely natural.
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