Changing of the Guard

We were in bed after a date night out, alone, kissing. Emily was on top of me, our hose covered legs rubbed against each other, mine were apart, open, I felt her knee between my legs, rubbing my cage through the layers of nylon.

"God, Emily," I moaned, "you're making me leak."

"I'm just as wet, Sara," she said. "You know, in a few weeks this could be mine again."

"I know," I said, "that's why I'm leaking so much."

I pulled her to me, kissed her. "It's been a long year, hasn't it?" she asked.

"Yea," I said. "I...I want to be yours again."

"I thought you liked Evan being in control?" she said.

"I...I do," I said.

"I thought you liked a man being in charge of you."

"I do," I swallowed.

"I thought you liked my boyfriend making sure your little clit stays that way, little, soft, feminine"

"You're such a tease," I said, kissing her again.

"He'd keep them longer," she said, "probably forever. Imagine, my boyfriend making sure you never grow again, never can try to be a boy again, can never be inside me again." She ran her leg over me. "Making sure you're ever my girl."

"Em..."

"He asked..."

"Asked?"

"He said it's been a year. He asked if I wanted them back or if he should keep them."

"Em," I said, shaking.

"I can make sure you're not tempted, he said. Tempted, I laughed. Tempted to let Sara try to fuck you, he said. I told him there's only one man in my life, one cock I want inside me, only one person who I want to fuck."

"You...we...I was inside you," I said.

"Inside me," she giggled, "you'll recall, that was not fucking. You'll recall, I was clear, sissies don't fuck women."

"Emily, I...I want to be yours," I said.

"What if I told him yes?" she asked, "what if told him he should keep them for another year?"

I moaned. "Emily..."

"What if I told him he should keep them for good? What if I decided I shouldn't be tempted, what if I decided your little clit should be soft forever, feminine forever, that you should never, ever be unlocked, never swollen, never inside me. Never. My girl forever. A man in charge forever."

"Emily...I...I could..."

"I'm tempted," she said, "tempted. What do you want, Sara? Soft forever? No squirting like a boy ever again? Not just indefinite, but never?"

"What...whatever you think is best," I said.

"Ever submissive, ever eager to please," she kissed me. "But I asked a question. Who do you want in charge of this? Me, your wife, or Evan, the man in my life? Who should control this little thing?"

"You," I blurted out, "you."

"Oh, my poor girl, my poor sissy, you don't want to be locked up forever, do you?"

"I...Emily..."

"You know my man would, don't you? He'd be happy to keep you under lock and key forever and ever. Dare I say it? He'd prefer it. Perhaps I would too? A simplicity. The boy I met all those years ago finally gone, left just the girl I fell in love with. What do you think, love?"

"If you wish," I said, "if you wish."

"But you said me, love, you picked me. You like a man controlling you, so why me?"

"You...you're my Emily," I said. "I...I want you to...to be in charge."

She looked at me, smiled. "You think I'll unlock you, you might be wrong. I may...I may not. I may not when you want me to; I may when you don't want me to. I may not for the next year...more...ever..."

"I want you in charge," I said.

"And if I told him yes? Would you accept it...never again...?"

"Yes," I moaned, "yes."

"I believe you would," she said. "But my sweet girl, as fun as it was having him hold the keys, I'm taking them back. I don't know when or if I'll use them, but the decision will be mine; you will be mine."

I felt dizzy, knew I'd leaked all over myself, not just precum, but more, so much more. She giggled, rubbed herself all over the mess, then pulled me to her.

I licked her, cleaned as I did so, licked and cleaned, knowing I was hers, not knowing if I'd ever be free again, not knowing if I wanted to.

Cuddling after, she touched my face. "When we first dated, it must have been difficult, knowing badly you wanted to fuck me, knowing how bad it would be."

"I was afraid," I said, "I...I didn't want to disappoint you."

"Not knowing that just being you was all you needed to do." She reached down, touched the cage, smiled. "I like the girl you so much more than the boy you."

"Will you? Ever?"

"What?"

"Unlock me?"

She shrugged. "I don't know. We talked before, indefinite leaves things, well, uncertain. But let me ask this, do you want to be unlocked?"

"I don't know," I admitted. "I...this sounds trite, but...but I trust you'll do what's best."

She ran her hand through my hair. "Even if that's never?"

"Even if it's never."

"I guess my decision is made then," she said. "Starting the first of the year, the keys are mine."