Summary: Both Eric(a) and Joan discover the joys of toys.

Thanks to the real Eric who requested and helped plot this lengthy story.

Thanks to Tex Beethoven and Robert for editing this story.

Recap so far:

Sissification 101 tells the story of Eric, a mid-30s Asian, who has been hiding his sissy side curiosity for years until he is caught in pantyhose watching hypno-sissy porn by a very supportive girlfriend.

Sissification 101 Ch 02

3. THE DAY AFTER: MY FIRST BUTT PLUG

TUESDAY

I recalled last night's wild revelations, and after a shower, I went without underwear and wore the pantyhose, as ordered by Joan.

It felt a little weird, but also a little exciting, to have female hosiery on beneath my stereotypical business suit.

The morning was uneventful... I didn't get to see Joan all morning, as I was in meetings. It was a slight rush to be aware that I was wearing hidden pantyhose as we discussed marketing strategy and cash flows, and on the surface, everything was mundane.

I received a text to meet Joan at the Swan Pit for lunch. I immediately knew this was special, since that was the location of our first lunch date... which had led to our first dinner date... which, of course, within two-and-a-half weeks, had led to the official beginning of our committed relationship.

I arrived a few minutes tardy, the meeting going over, even though I'd quit listening near the end, being so excited to be having lunch with Joan... but also feeling a bit nervous. She'd had over a dozen hours to replay last night, and to reconsider her reactions and commitments. I felt pretty confident we'd come together on the same page for this new adventure, yet I wouldn't know for sure until we got together for lunch and I'd be able to tell she wasn't having second thoughts. I mean, it would be very reasonable for her to have second thoughts, but after all, she'd invited me here.

She was already seated, and she'd already ordered for us. She smiled and asked, immediately putting me at ease... no, she wasn't having second thoughts... "So how is wearing pantyhose to work?"

"Liberating," I answered.

"How so?"

"I feel I'm a little more myself," I explained.

"How so?" she asked again, as I felt her foot... no shoe, definitely sheer stocking... appear between my legs and rest itself directly on my crotch.

"Well, I've been hiding a significant part of my identity for years, and although you're the only one who knows my truth now, it's exciting to be secretly living it with you," I answered.

"Oh, we're just beginning to live your truth, and you can bet we'll be living it together," she assured me, adding verisimilitude to her assertion by slowly rubbing my cock.

"So, no second thoughts?" I asked, even though it was obvious she didn't have any... yet I still needed to hear it said.

"Oh, I've had second, third, fourth, and hundreds of thoughts."

"Oh," I said, that not being the answer I'd been hoping for.

"But most of them were about tactics for making all our fantasies come true," she revealed, my sudden anxiety relieved just as quickly as it had arrived... especially how she'd referred to them as 'our' fantasies.

"Oh, better," I smiled.

"Were you worried I'd cut and run?"

"A little," I admitted.

"If I was going to run, I had lots of opportunities last night," she pointed out, "one of the later ones being on my way to the adult store to select some toys for us."

"I guess so," I chuckled awkwardly.

"Catching you with that sissy video, for instance," she said. "You were afraid, as the expression goes, I'd be 'shocked and appalled'."

"Yeah," I nodded, shame again coursing through me.

"Then there was your plethora of admissions," she continued. "You were scared shitless I'd find one or all of them to be a deal breaker."

"Yeah," I sighed to myself, thinking almost no one used the word 'plethora'.

"And all those declarations," she added.

"You told me to say them," I protested.

"But hadn't you made those same declarations while you watched them alone?" she asked. "Many times, beginning sometime before we met, and then even continuing after we met and got together, keeping your dirty little secrets from me? Some women would be very upset about that."

"Yes, you're right," I admitted.

"But I'm not some women, I wasn't even mildly upset by any of it, and I'm still here," she said.

"Yes, you are, and I'm so very grateful that you are," I said, filled with gratitude.

"This is going to sound corny, but I want to be a part of your journey," she said. She then paused and added, "I want to make it our journey."

"You do?" I asked, even though it was obvious from her reactions last night, and now her words today, that she meant it.

"Yes, Eric," she said softly. "I want to do everything with you."

"That's music to my ears, because I want to do everything with you, too," I said.

"Good, then we'll be together every step of the way," she concluded, as the waitress arrived with our food.

"I couldn't be happier," I said, a rush of joy coursing through me.

"Although you must understand..." she began and then paused, her tone suddenly ominous.

Oh dear, here it is... a variation on 'I like you, but'.

"...that I'm the one in charge," she finished after an excruciating delay.

"Haven't you always been?" I joked.

"Well, yes," she smiled. "But now it's official."

"Should we put it in writing?" I joked.

"No," she laughed, "but we shall consummate our hierarchy on Friday."

"We shall, shall we?" I smiled, as she continued rubbing my hard penis.

"Oh, you know we shall," she said in a way that made it clear she'd already planned the night... well, the end of the night... I'd planned dinner and a musical, and those were still in our itinerary.

"I'm both excited and terrified," I only kind of joked.

"Given what I'm planning, each of those emotions are logical and appropriate to have," she smiled, as she moved her foot away.

"Hey, I was enjoying that," I protested.

"First, you're not allowed to come until Friday night," she said, that being a mighty long time for me, as I tended to jerk off every night, even nights when I'd already come in Joan's mouth or pussy.

"Okay," I agreed tentatively.

"What? That's only three days," she said.

"Four days and three nights," I corrected her.

"Fine," she sighed, "but my requirement stands," shaking her head and taking a bite of her food.

"That was the first point. Is there a second?" I asked, both scared and curious as to what it might be.

"Right," she said, her response surprising sarcastic, "Sorry, I got distracted by the 'unbearable hardship' I'm putting you through," using air quotes.

"Yeah, yeah," I said, hating not knowing something.

"Second," she said as she sliced her chicken, "there shall be no foreplay during breakfast, lunch or dinner. Our interrelations shall be strictly platonic... until they're not."

I laughed, leave it to her to make a rule about food. We really were two peas in a pod. "Great rule," I agreed, finally realizing I hadn't taken a bite so far, I was starving, and when I looked down at my plate, I saw the dear woman had ordered me the exact same meal I'd ordered myself on our first lunch date.

We ate in relative silence, talking only about boring things like work, that seemed excessively mundane compared to last night and the promise of Friday... that evening seemingly an eternity away right now.

Once we were done eating, she asked, "Do you want dessert?"

I asked, wanting clarity, stressing the last word, "Dessert, dessert or an actual dessert?"

"Unless you're about to crawl under the table to get the dessert you're angling for, I was just thinking dessert, dessert," she said.

"Although that sounds fun, and something to add to my suddenly expanding bucket list, I'll just stick to dessert, dessert as well."

She shook her head, "I just want whatever cheesecake I can extract from this weird game of innuendos you've created."

"Excellent choice, ma'am," I said.

A shared cheesecake later, she said, "Don't leave work today without dropping by my office. I have a gift for you."

"Why does that scare me?" I asked, kinda playfully.

"It shouldn't," she said, then added as she stood up, "much."

"You both turn me on uncontrollably, and frighten the dickens out of me at the same time," I said, also standing up.

She kissed me and said only, "Good," before we walked back to work together.

The afternoon was super busy, and I actually forgot I was wearing pantyhose until I went to the washroom to pee. I unzipped, and was reminded I was in pantyhose. No one else was in the bathroom, so I performed some weird origami maneuvers with my pantyhose, pissed, settled my hosiery back in place, and returned to work.

The workday ended, and I went to Joan's office. I walked through the door and closed it.

"Lock it," she ordered.

"Already in Mistress mode, I see," I joked, as I dutifully locked the door.

She stood up, approached me around her desk, then raised her dress to reveal she was wearing a strap-on.

"Oh my," I gasped. "You're really in Mistress mode."

"Like?" she asked brightly, as she stroked her very black cock.

"It's very unexpected," I said, as I stared at it nervously.

"Don't worry, I'm not going to fuck your ass in my office," she said. "I just wanted to give you a little peek at what I'll be wearing on Friday when I take your cherry."

"It's not as big as the one you had last night," I said, beside myself with excitement that she was wearing a strap-on, but equally full of trepidation.

"Yes, the saleswoman suggested that if I'm breaking in a virgin ass, and yes, she used the words 'breaking in', I should begin smaller," she revealed.

"Did you tell the saleswoman it was for a guy?" I asked.

"I did," she nodded.

"Oh," I said. This suddenly all seeming so real. Yes, I was excited about exploring these sexual curiosities and doing it with Joan, but I didn't want anyone else knowing.

"Come suck my dick, Erica," she ordered, not noticing my sudden nervousness. Whether from lack of observation or by design, I couldn't say.

"Right here?" I asked, trying to hint at my trepidation, even though her words were so fucking hot... words that for weeks I'd secretly imagined her saying to me.

"Just for a minute," she said. "I've been so fucking horny all day, imagining you sucking dick."

"Really?" I asked, surprised that the idea got her excited, but still concerned, because we were in her office, and the corridor outside was far from empty.

"Yeah, I can't explain it," she said, "but the idea is a major fucking turn-on."

"It is?" I asked, still in awe that my dirty fantasies could turn a woman on.

"Stop acting so shocked," she said. "I've always been a bit of a sexual deviant, and it seems that so are you."

"I never thought of it that way," I said, her words relaxing me a little.

"It's a good thing," she said. "We can explore these kinky fantasies together."

"Okay," I said, relaxing a little bit.

"Now get over here Erica, and suck my fucking dick," she ordered, just one more sentence to add to the growing list of super hot things I'd heard uttered from her lips.

"You had me at 'suck my fucking dick'," I joked, having watched Notting Hill with her just last weekend. She loved English movies, and I was just now discovering English movies... especially Love Actually and Almost Time... behind all my kinky fantasies, I was also a romantic at heart.

I walked over to her, dropped to my knees, and hesitated.

It was one thing to fantasize about doing this.

It was another to have it staring me in the face.

My hand was trembling as I reached for the plastic cock. I stroked it, leaned forward and kissed it.

Even after all my hours of watching dicks getting sucked (I couldn't even begin to imagine how many hundreds or even thousands of hours that would total), I realized I had no clue what I was doing.

I licked the shaft, a little surprised I could smell her scent as I did. This was turning her on and stimulating her pussy. That, in turn, excited me.

I licked up and down for thirty seconds give or take, feeling so many conflicting feelings as I did. I liked being on my knees. I liked having a cock in my hand (although it made me wonder what a real cock would feel like). I liked having Joan watching me; she was my safe person, even though she scared the wits out of me sometimes. Yet I also felt a little 'less'. I felt like less of a man, which I'd pretty much accepted in my many fantasies at home, yet it felt way more real when my girlfriend, kindred spirit that she was, was standing above me.

These many thoughts were spinning in my head and through my body, my tiny dick hard as ever, until Joan ordered, "Enough foreplay. Suck my cock."

"Yes, Mistress," I said, liking her nasty words, enjoying being told what to do. I opened my mouth, still trembling ever so slightly, and took the six-inch slim cock in my mouth... so much smaller than the big black cocks I constantly fantasized about sucking.

"So hot," she purred, as I began bobbing.

Truth be told, it was a little awkward.

Partly because I was in her office and could still vaguely hear people right outside, and I couldn't help but wonder what they'd think if they knew what was happening behind the door.

Partly because it wasn't a real dick.

It was nevertheless super stimulating.

My hard penis flinched in my pantyhose from sucking a plastic dick.

"You're going to be a great little cock sucker," she said, sounding turned on, watching me.

I kept bobbing, suddenly wanting to impress her. I was a great pussy licker, I knew that; now I wanted to become a great cock sucker.

Cock sucker.

What a word.

Seldom used, except in a derogatory way.

You never called a girl who sucked a dick a cock sucker. No. Sometimes a slut, if she sucked a lot of different dicks and you thought you could get away with it, but a girl sucking a cock was just a girl sucking a cock. On the other hand, a guy sucking a cock was a cock sucker... or a faggot... or gay. Or some other name most men didn't want to be labeled as, and therefore usually derogatory.

I suppose the same principle could be used to describe pussy licking. A guy eating a pussy is just a thoughtful, considerate guy doing what he should... but a girl eating pussy is a lesbian, or a dyke... although the principle breaks down at the next step: there's no derogatory term synonymous with cunt licker or pussy muncher... those are hot terms when applied to a woman.

I continued bobbing, realizing I was only taking about four inches in my mouth before feeling filled up. How could I possibly take ten? How did anyone take ten?

"That's enough for today, my sexy cock sucker," Joan said, her tone making her words sound so sweet, as if she was saying something sensitive like 'you look hot today.'

"That was wild," I said as I backed off the cock.

"I think we're going to have to work on your gag reflex," she said.

"Looks like, how does anyone take a big cock in their mouth?" I asked.

"Practice," she smiled, as she stood up and slid her cock back in my mouth.

To my surprise, she then briefly fucked my mouth, shoving all six inches in, and making me gag big time.

Like many black men I'd seen online do to their hungry sluts, she grabbed both sides of my skull, taking full control of me as she fucked my mouth.

This rough treatment made my penis flinch, and had a chill going up my spine. Despite my severe discomfort, seeing that Joan was obviously getting into it, enhanced my own pleasure. It seemed the strap-on was creating some sort of friction on her clit, as she moaned rather loudly while she skull-fucked me, albeit with a dick almost as small as mine.

It was quite awkward; my entire sex life I'd been in control, or had at least a semblance of control, and suddenly I had none. Even while sucking her cock, I'd been in control even though I was clumsy at it, but while she was face fucking me, I had none.

And as I said, the entire time I was gagging, the most worrisome part of that being those loud noises you make when you gag, with other people still in the building.

She pulled out and added, looking down at me, my saliva drooling in torrents down my chin and dripping off her cock, "Apparently, lots and lots of practice."

I wiped the saliva off my face as she surprised me yet again by ordering, "Undo your pants, pull them down, and bend over my desk."

"What?" I said, having heard her, but thinking she'd already said she wouldn't fuck me here.

"I picked up a little something for that virgin hole of yours," she said, as she walked back around her desk and picked up a small butt plug.

"Oh," I said, relaxing slightly as I unbuckled my belt... getting a little excited.

"Yes, three days, three plugs," she said.

"Oh," I repeated, as I pulled my pants down.

She walked back behind me and said, as I bent over only in pantyhose again, "God, you have such a sexy, fuckable ass."

"Words I never imagined being said about me," I joked awkwardly.

She caressed my pantyhose-clad ass and said, "Me neither, but here we are."

"Here we are indeed," I agreed.

"Oh, shoot," she said, returning to her desk. "I almost forgot the lube."

"That would be utterly lube-icrous," I joked.

"Nice," she smiled, grabbing the lube, and as usual, appreciating my corny sense of humour. "I bought a big bottle for each of our homes, plus a small one for my purse."

"Always thinking ahead," I smiled, as she returned behind me.

"That's me," she said, again caressing my ass. "Fuck, I think you've got a sexier ass than I do. Where's the fairness in that?"

"No, I don't think so," I said, even though I appreciated the compliment.

"No really, it's actually quite feminine," she said, as she really checked out my ass.

"I don't know how to take that," I joked.

"Well, Eric would be within his rights to be slightly insulted and insecure about his girlfriend seeing his body as feminine, while Erica should be super flattered that her hot curves can compete with her girlfriend's," Joan said.

"Oh," was all I said as she pulled my pantyhose down to my ankles.

"You'll always be Eric at work, but in the confines of the bedroom and," she paused, "when we're in my office with the door closed and locked, you'll be Erica. Is that clear?"

"Yes, Mistress," I agreed, wondering if it could be that simple to split my persona like that, as I felt slightly warm lube being poured between my ass cheeks.

"Good girl," she said as she probed my anal entrance with her finger. "We're in this journey together though, so if there's something you're not comfortable with, please tell me."

"Like being fingered in your office?" I groaned, as her finger slid inside.

"For example..." she said as she pulled out her finger and then a moment later, pushed the smallest of the butt plugs into my ass. "...this!"

I moaned, although after a brief period of stinging, there was nothing.

"The first plug is small," she said, as she pulled my pantyhose up.

"Yeah, I can barely feel it," I admitted.

"Nevertheless, it has its job to do, so keep it in your ass all night and all day tomorrow, until we swap the plugs after work," she said, then quipping, "Your gracious Mistress will allow you to remove this whenever you need to poop; fair's fair." She then slapped my ass. Hard.

I yelped, surprised by the sharp pain.

"Fuck, your ass is hot," she said.

"Thanks," I said, really liking her obsession with my ass, even though it burned for a bit after the sudden slap.
I straightened myself up and pulled up my pants, my penis fully erect.

Joan noticed and reminded me, "Don't forget, no getting yourself off."

"That'll be hard," I replied.

"Terrible pun," she groaned, this time not in a sexual way, sitting down at her desk.

"Maybe you should cage my penis," I said slyly, realizing that was the one thing I hadn't thought to include in my lengthy fantasy list last night.

"We'll see. Maybe I'll have to, if you can't leave your tiny clitty alone."

"I'll try my best," I said, although after this experience, it was going to be very difficult. I also noticed she was beginning to make a point of commenting on what I'd always known... my penis is small.

"There's no trying," she said, as she propped her shoeless nylon-clad feet on her desk. "There's just doing."

"Are you trying to get me horny with that sexy display?" I joked, my cock having flinched instantly when her nylon-clad soles popped into view.

"If you come, then I won't wear these for you anymore," she said, wiggling her toes. "And you wouldn't like that."

"No, that would be a travesty."

"Then be a good girl and obey."

"Yes, Mistress," I replied, knowing I was all hers now, and would do pretty much anything she ever told me to.

"I'm off to have dinner with my mom tonight," she said. "So I'll see you tomorrow."

"Definitely," I said, as I started to walk... and was brought up short for a moment by the plug in my ass.

Then later on, twice I sat down and flinched, forgetting about my butt plug; otherwise it wasn't very noticeable... I imagined tomorrow's would be thicker and longer.

I didn't turn my computer on at all that night, so as not to be tempted.

Instead, I caught up on the last five episodes of The Blacklist I'd been taping... nothing sexy about that show... and went to sleep...ignoring the silent pleas from my needy little penis.

4. A GIFT FOR JOAN

Wednesday

I woke up, rolled over, and was reminded of the plug in my ass.

I went and showered, got dressed, no underwear but yes pantyhose again, and headed to work... although I had two meetings with clients at their own offices, so I didn't get to my own office building until after lunch, and therefore didn't see Joan at all... until the work day was over.

I got a text from Joan: Sorry, working late. I'll stop by your place later tonight.

I replied I'd be home by seven, not mentioning it was so I could stop to pick up a bracelet I'd ordered and gotten sized to give her on Friday... with the date we'd first met inscribed on the inside. (I was pretty sure keeping secrets about special presents for her was allowed.)

Unfortunately the bracelet wasn't back from the engraver's yet, but they guaranteed to have it for me by noon tomorrow. I then headed to an adult store. I wanted to give her something sweet and romantic at dinner when I told her I loved her, but I also felt compelled to buy her something sexy for when we got home, especially after all that had happened between us recently... even though I had no idea what Friday's fun and games were going to look like. Except for the part when she took my anal cherry, of course.

I reached the store, went inside and walked around... not even sure what I was looking for... just hoping I'd know when I saw it.

Before I knew it, I was standing in front of some cock cages. I was shocked at how many different kinds there were. Some looked medieval and majorly painful, others looked plastic and cheap, some even had keys to go with them.

They were more expensive than I'd imagined they'd be. For some reason I thought they'd be cheap: twenty or thirty bucks... and there were a couple in that range, but they looked so cheap.

Most of them were seventy-five to a hundred fifty dollars. I was continuing to browse the cages when I was startled by a woman asking, "May I help you with anything?"

"Um, yeah," I said, feeing like I was caught in the act. "I'm, uh, well, looking for something special for my girlfriend."

"A special occasion?" She asked, the woman older... in her forties.

"Four-month anniversary," I answered.

"I see," she said, not sounding overly impressed by that.

Then it occurred to me. I knew what I wanted. "I want a sex toy I can use on her while... um... I..." I said, then wasn't sure how to actually say it.

"While you go down on her?" she asked helpfully.

"Yes," I answered.

"You're a good man," she said, impressed I think, simply because I went down on my girl.

"She's the perfect woman," I replied.

"I know exactly what you need," she said. "Follow me."

She took me to a section with many uniquely shaped items... some of them obvious as to their uses and others that were enigmatic. The one she handed me was definitely an enigma. It was perfectly round and disc-shaped, except the thickness of the disc on one side of the circle was noticeably greater than the other. It also had an oblong hole in it... off-centre. The gadget looked quite elegant and seemed more for me than her... except the hole was way too big for my penis.

"I know, I know," she smiled, reading my mind. "It doesn't look like a vibrator at all."

"Is that what it is? No, it certainly doesn't," I agreed, as I studied the contraption resting in what looked like an oversized jewelry box. Definitely not cheap-looking. It was called a Lelo Ora 2.

"Yet it gives a woman the most amazing, slow build-up, long-lasting orgasms of any sex toy," she explained.

"How does it work?" I asked, curious how to use such a strange-looking device, it truthfully looked rather like a strange piece of geometric art you might see in a modern museum.

"You place the vibrating portion over her clitoris -- that's near the thickest part -- for the best effect, and the device has small rotating beads inside the circle that create sensations amazingly similar to a tongue," she explained.

"Sounds amazing," I said.

"It's the best of the best," she said, and then added with a sly smile, "and I'm speaking from personal experience. My Hitachi wand will give me almost instantaneous orgasms, but they don't last very long; my rabbit will get me off nicely if I want something inside me, but this jewel gives me the very best long-lasting orgasms. It's kind of like the difference between fast food and a seven-course banquet."

"But I don't want it to replace me," I said, thinking this sounded too good to be true.

"They thought of that; it can also be used to enhance the pleasure you're giving your lady," she explained and then added some more. "There are even ten different stimulations, for variety."

"Where do the batteries go?" I asked.

"You charge it on your computer."

"Oh."

"I can show you some less expensive options if you wish," she said. "We have many quality items to enhance your lady's pleasure," she offered.

"No, she deserves the best. I'll take it."

"You won't regret it," she said. "And she'll love it."

"I hope so," I said.

She took the box and said, "I know so. I've never had a customer come back not completely satisfied with this toy."

"Great," I said, dying to try it with Joan.

She rang it up and I didn't even react to its being way more expensive than I'd anticipated, over $250 after tax, but I didn't care. If it brought Joan the pleasure the woman promised it would, it would be more than worth it.

I picked up dinner on the way home at a small family restaurant I loved, ate, and was watching Wheel of Fortune when Joan arrived.

"What's this?" she asked, walking into the bedroom and finding the bag with her new sex toy in it.

"Shit, I should have put that away," I sighed, but I'd forgotten because I was starving when I got home... and I loved Wheel of Fortune, Vanna White being my lone nylon-wearing constant through the slow degradation of nylon fashion.

"It's obviously a sex toy, but is it for you or me?" she asked as she stepped in front of me, wearing a skirt and mocha-coloured nylons.

"Both of us," I answered, before adding with a smile, "although it's intended for your pleasure."

"Oh, cool," she said, as she pulled it out of the bag.

"Wait, that's for Friday; it's a surprise," I objected, but she wasn't listening.

"Too late," she said, as she saw the box and said in awe, "Oh, my."

"Do you know what it is?" I asked, "because I sure didn't."

"It's the Cadillac of sex toys for women," she said. "I almost bought one for myself a few months ago, but then I met my own Asian personal pussy pleaser."

"I wanted to get you something special for Friday, since you've already bought something special for me," I smiled, thinking of the strap-on, and flattered she preferred me over a toy.

"You're so sweet," she said, as she took it out of the box. "It's so pretty."

"It's like jewelry for your pussy," I joked.

She raised her skirt, revealing she was in thigh highs this time, and again no underwear, as she placed the toy right on her pussy. "How does it look on me?"

"Beautiful," I answered, admiring her ripe pussy.

"We need to test it out," she said, as she grabbed the charging cord and left the room.

I finished up my dinner, and was in the kitchen when I saw a bag on the kitchen table that she'd brought.

She returned and said, already googling it on her phone, "I wonder how long it takes to charge?"

"I didn't think to ask," I admitted, having planned to have it fully charged for Friday night. If she was going to make one of my fondest fantasies come true that night, I wanted to be able to return the favour in a meaningful way.

"Two hours," she sighed.

"Do you have anyplace to be tonight?" I asked.

"Not now," she said as she kept reading her phone. "It has ten stimulation modes and adjustable intensities, including one called ultra-intense."

"Cool," I said, unsure what else to say.

"It's even waterproof," she said.

I joked, "Since you take long baths."

"Now they'll be longer," she shrugged, then added, "plus, now I won't have to use the shower head."

"Fuck, you're hot," I said.

"So Erica, are you ready for plug two?" she inquired, shifting smoothly from one taboo subject to a different even more taboo subject, as I lagged behind, picturing her getting off with a shower head.

"I'm never not ready," I said, both excited to continue my anal training, the one still in my ass from yesterday doing nothing for me good or bad, but also nervous that a bigger one might hurt, and be more awkward to walk around or sit down with.

"Let's go to the bedroom," she said, grabbing the bag.

"You have the best ideas," I said.

Two minutes later I was on all fours on my bed, with my pantyhose pulled down to my knees as she pulled out the plug.

She placed it on a towel she'd brought, and then shocked me as I felt her tongue probing my asshole.

"Oh, that feels nice," I moaned, surprised at how relaxing it felt.

"Eating ass is something else you'll soon be doing," she said, as her tongue swirled around, and slightly inside, my back door.

"Really?" I asked.

"I didn't want you to think I was some cheap disposable slut, so I haven't told you all my kinks yet," she said as her tongue felt like it was reaching further inside my ass.

"Oh, you can tell me anything," I moaned.

"I love a good anal tongue licking, and enjoy a cock in my ass," she revealed.

"I'm gathering a very long list of the hot things you say," I said as she kept probing my asshole.

"And things I do," she added.

"Definitely," I said, her eating my ass now joining that second list. It wasn't stimulating me towards an orgasm, but it was definitely making my hard penis want some attention it wasn't allowed.

"You know, you really do have a man cunt back here," she said.

"I do?"

"I think so," she said as she sat up and then said, "Let's see if your cunt can take plug number two."

"Okay," I said, as she went to the bag.

I looked back and saw that this one was indeed larger in every way: length and girth, although it was only slightly longer than my flesh and blood version.

She lubed the toy, and then poured lube down my ass crack again, as I remained bent over, patiently waiting to be sodomized.

Sodomized... what a taboo term.

"In two nights, it will be my dick slamming into this cunt," she said, sounding so hot saying that, yet another sentence of hers to add to the list, as she moved behind me.

"That still seems an eternity away," I said, as I felt the cock at my hole.

"All good things come to those who wait," she said and then added, "and I stress the word 'cum'."

I was about to respond, telling her that same principle should also apply to the new toy I'd gotten her, but she pushed the cock inside me, and I let loose with a loud, embarrassing squeal.

It burned!

Not intense pain, no.

But a very clear protest from my asshole.

"Your cunt will need a bit of time to get used to being so full," she said.

"Okay," I said through gritted teeth, the pain increasing as she continued pushing, until the cock had entered me completely. I couldn't fathom how I could possibly fit the next one inside me, not to mention someone's BBC.

"Yeah, your cunt looks good, all full of dick," she said, as she seemed to be admiring me from behind.

"As do you," I said.

"Especially when it's BBC," she added.

"We both want the same thing," I joked, her admission she wanted black cock too, turning me on even as my ass burned.

"And we'll make it all happen," she promised. "I'm going to deal with a few emails. You should remain in that position as motionless as possible for a minute or two, and then slowly roll onto your back and rest like that for a few minutes... give yourself a chance to get accustomed to your new reality of having your pussy filled to bursting."

"Yes, Mistress," I said, smiling at her concept of my new reality.

She left the bedroom and I remained on all fours, trying to allow my ass, or rather my cunt, to get used to having something this big in it.

After a couple of minutes I slowly lowered myself to my side, and then rolled onto my back. I did it extremely slowly, settling my ass onto the soft bed so as not to push it deeper into me and create any new pain, since I was finally getting back to calmness. It still hurt, but the pain was diminishing noticeably.

Joan returned a couple of minutes later and asked, "How's is it going?"

"Could you have a look? I feel like I've accidentally gotten a dick stuck up my ass," I joked.

"Do you mean your cunt, Erica?" she corrected me.

"Yes, Sorry Mistress," I apologized. "It feels like I have a big dick in my cunt."

"It's not that big," she pointed out.

"It is for a pure sweet virgin such as myself," I said.

"Fair enough," she agreed. "But fret not, fair maiden, we'll soon get that sweet cunny trained to welcome a ten-inch BBC into its folds. Or do I mean its pucker? I do believe your tight little cunny has a pucker, how odd."

"I can't imagine accommodating the legendary Black Knight," I admitted frivolously, although while the idea was still a turn on, it was getting a lot scarier, now that it was coming closer to becoming a reality.

"I can already envision it," Joan smiled, as she leaned in and kissed me.

"Let's go watch a movie," she said. "My wonderful new Cadillac still won't be ready for over an hour."

"Help me up?" I asked.

"No, you've got to be able to do things on your own," she said, although she was kind enough to pull my pantyhose over my ass to keep the plug in place.

"That's not nice," I pouted.

"Hurry up," she said. "I need to distract myself from the toy I want to try so badly."

"Fine," I said, carefully inching myself to the edge of the bed. I managed to make it off the bed and onto my feet, but I yelped as the cock moved a bit further into my ass... I mean cunt.

"You should walk around a bit to get used to having it inside you."

"I can't fathom how anyone could ever get used to this," I complained, walking about as fast as a snail, every single step forcefully reminding me of the plug in my ass... each step creating a little jolt of pain but, I now began noticing, also a little pleasure.

"You may feel more pain and pleasure when you move," she said, "as it will likely stimulate your prostate."

"It's definitely doing that," I said, feeling my penis harden.

"Shit, everything turns your tiny penis on," she said, noticing it too.

"I'm easily stimulated," I moaned, as I kept walking, and noticed her shot at the size of my penis.

"I may have to pick up one of those cages for you," she said, as she took my hand and steadied me as she led me down the stairs to the living room.

"That may be a good idea," I agreed, both to eliminate the temptation to touch myself, and also to explore another of my fantasies.

"You actually want a cage, don't you?" she asked, stopping in the hallway just outside my living room.

"Maybe a little," I admitted.

"Or maybe a lot?" she pushed.

"Okay, maybe a lot," I agreed, loving how she saw through my silly façades to the real me.

"Good to know," she said and resumed walking into the living room.

I followed. On my own. I could do this!

I sat down extremely slowly, leaning heavily on the armrest, then as lightly as possible touched down, letting out a muted yelp as the cock reached new depths inside me.

Joan chuckled, but sympathetically. "Patience, my bitch."

"Yeah," I trembled, my pain being dulled by the natural thrills of obedience, and of fantasies coming true.

And for the next hour, we watched the first half of the new, surprisingly good, Yesterday. I'm a sucker for musicals... and although this wasn't a musical in the traditional sense, it was a lot of fun.

Joan got up and said, "My present should be ready by now."

"Go get it," I said, excited to see how it works.

"Already on my way," she said. "Meet you in the bedroom."

"But I want to see how this story ends," I said, in a whiney tone.

"And I want to twist and shout," she replied wickedly.

"So it's going to be a hard day's night," I joked, playing along with her witty Beatles title play.

"Now let's go upstairs and have some fun with a little help from my friends," Joan shot back, walking away.

I slowly got up, my ass actually feeling a little numb, and with a slight burn, as I followed her up to my bedroom. I needed to rely heavily on the railing and my upper body strength, but I made it... unassisted!

She was already on my bed, naked and with her legs spread, and the toy in her hand. "Good job, sweetie. Now get over here."

I got onto the bed, slowly, and crawled between her legs as she turned on the toy. "Oh, it's strong. And quiet."

"You're supposed to put this part right on your clit," I said, now close enough to dine on her delicious pussy.

"Okay," she said, and placed it directly onto her clit. "Oooooooh, my!"

"Good?"

"Very good," she moaned.

"Let me help," I said as I bent down a bit lower and licked her pussy.

"Oooooh," she moaned, "Okay, I have an idea."

She grabbed a pillow, lifted up her ass, slid it underneath and said, "There. Now you can eat my asshole."

"Okay," I said, not something I'd ever thought about doing, at least not until she'd eaten mine earlier tonight.

"Spread my cheeks and get to work, Erica," she ordered, as she placed the toy back on her clit and moaned.

"Yes, Mistress," I said, pulling her ass cheeks apart, extending my tongue, and licking her puckered back door.

"Oh, yes," she moaned. "Eat my asshole, baby."

I bathed her asshole, swirling my tongue around it... happy to discover it wasn't disgusting at all, just a little bit of sweet sweat.

"This toy is amazing," she moaned.

"Don't let it replace me," I joked, although that was my primary concern, so it wasn't much of a joke.
"Don't worry, I'm still planning on using your tongue regularly," she promised, I noticed not mentioning my tiny penis in this context.

For a few minutes... her moans continued... slowly building... as the toy did its magic... and I ate her asshole.

Eventually she ordered, "Now move up and lick my pussy, baby."

I eagerly obeyed, licking her pussy as she readjusted the toy slightly to provide me access, while the toy still worked her clit over. She'd been at this for a while and she hadn't come yet, so I guessed the saleslady's point about a long, slow build was valid.

"Oh fuck, yes, so fucking good," she moaned, as it was obvious she was finally getting close. I kept licking her wet pussy until she screamed, "Holy Jesus Christ!"

Her cunt cum gushed onto my eager lips and tongue, as I lapped up every drop.

Her orgasm did indeed appear to be endless, but eventually she moved the toy away as she was still trembling uncontrollably.

I continued licking until she pushed my head away and said, "I've got to pee."

She bounced up and hurried to the bathroom.

I rolled off the bed myself, the toy still making it pretty awkward, but now with hardly any pain at all, and called out, "Are we finishing the movie?"

"Yes, I'll meet you down there," she called back.

I headed downstairs, this time just needing the railing to steady myself a bit, grabbed us a couple drinks, and sat down (without yelping or flinching), ready to finish the movie.

She rejoined me a minute later, with her panties from yesterday in her hand, "I found these under your pillow."

I felt my cheeks go red, but admitted, "Yeah, I kinda slept with you last night. I love your scent."

"That's one of the sweetest thing a man has ever said to me," she said. She then surprised me again. "Put these on."

"Really?" I asked, as she tossed them to me.

"Yes, I think you'll look cute in them."

"Okay," I agreed, yet again getting those simultaneous contrasting feelings of excitement and humiliation.

I stood up slowly as the plug shifted in my pussy, peeled off my pantyhose, which was much more work with a plug moving around inside and slightly stimulating me. I put the panties on.

"I was right; you look really cute in my panties," she approved.

"Thanks, I guess," I said, not sure how to feel about a compliment like that.

"Wear them to work tomorrow under your pantyhose," she ordered.

"Okay," I agreed as she moved back to the couch.

We sat back down, me doing it slowly but far more painlessly, and as she cuddled into me, she said, "By the way, my new toy is, without a doubt, the best present ever."

"You're welcome," I said, as she squeezed my penis through her panties.

Once the movie was done and she was heading home, having explained weeks earlier that she shouldn't sleep over during the work week, and as she got ready to leave, she returned to her witty self, using one more Beatles title, "Be a good girl and we'll come together; just not right now."

5. CAGED... BBC FORESHADOWING

Thursday

I texted Joan after really struggling to get comfortable with the plug in my ass, and becoming nervous about it affecting me enough to interfere with my work, and/or my professional demeanor: Hey, babe. I want to obey you without hesitation, but I'm a little uncomfortable about going to work with a plug this size in my ass.

She responded a couple minutes later: I understand. We need to take baby steps. Just make sure you're in pantyhose and my panties.

I responded, thankful she was so understanding. I imagine that will be a forever daytime thing now.

She replied: Yes, it will be. It's all part of your feminine transition. PS: we are going shopping after work.

I asked: For what?

She texted back: Pets don't ask so many questions. Just bring your butt plug with you. We will need it while shopping.

I replied: Yes, Mistress.

That last order scared me a bit, but as always, it also excited me.

Joan was as much of a sexual deviant as I was, which was what made all of this so thrilling. I had found her, in the iconic words of Phoebe Buffay, 'my lobster'.

The day was again crazy busy, like they all seemed to be recently, and other than passing her in the hallway, or waving to her as I walked past her office, I didn't see her all day.

Before I had been caught in the act last Monday, that was the norm and no big deal... work was work and after work was after work, yet now all I could think about was her... and Friday... but first, there was shopping.

She called me moments after work and reminded me, "Don't forget to bring your butt plug with you."

"Already ahead of you. It's in my briefcase... with the lube." I answered.

"Be at the Westlake Mall at 5:15," she said. "Front entrance."

"Leaving soon," I said.

I finished up a couple of emails, picked up the bracelet, and drove over to the mall. I was going to be quite early, when an idea popped into my head. I should put the plug in my cunt before meeting her. The mall was nowhere near where I lived, so I felt the odds of running into anyone I knew were slim... and I wanted to surprise her.

I pulled into a coffee shop, ordered a coffee, I felt I couldn't just use their bathroom without ordering anything, and then before picking it up, went to the washroom.

I went into the only stall, opened my briefcase on the top of the toilet tank, undid my belt, waistband and fly, and then pulled down my pants, pantyhose and panties. I grabbed the lube, and coated the toy very generously. I then dribbled some down between my ass cheeks, realizing this was more challenging on my own... doubled by my being in such a confined space.

I grabbed the lubed up toy and moved it to my ass... my cunt. I pushed, and nothing happened. I pushed again. Nothing.

It was just too awkward, and I didn't have any leverage.

Suddenly the door opened, and a guy went to the urinal. I quickly turned around and sat down on the toilet seat. That's when an idea came to mind.

I waited for him to finish... thankfully he didn't wash his hands... gross, but it meant he left sooner.

I then placed the plug on the closed toilet seat, after distributing excessive toilet paper on the seat first... grasped the plug with one hand, and slowly lowered myself onto it. It was still awkward, but thanks to the weight of my body, following a brief resistance, it slid inside me.

"Ooooh, fuck," I moaned loudly, as I settled myself completely onto it.

It burned.

But it wasn't as bad as last night, I was feeling a tad more pleasure than pain, so overall it felt amazing.

A rush of sexual adrenaline at the reality I was sitting on the plug was exhilarating.

I slowly stood up, quickly pulled up my panties, pantyhose, and then my pants. I screwed the lid back on the lube, closed my briefcase and went to pick up my coffee... realizing it had been a good five minutes since I'd ordered it.

I grabbed it and explained to the girl, as I walked awkwardly, again getting used to this (only medium sized!) plug in my ass, "Sorry, I'm not feeling too well."

She nodded and turned away unbothered, and I walked clumsily out of there feeling so slutty, knowing I had a plug in my pussy. Weird how much feeling slutty turned me on.

I drove toward the mall, feeling even more full in this sitting position, there's really only one way to sit while you're driving, no choices, and in my case pleasure and pain battling for dominance inside me, and arrived.

Joan was standing outside the mall entrance, speaking on her phone.

She was dressed in a very cute blue dress, with dark beige nylons that had my penis hard the moment I saw her.

She smiled when she saw me approach, raising her dress to show me her thigh highs, "Like?"

"Love," I amended.

She looked at me a moment and asked, noticing my awkward movements, "Do you have the plug in your ass already?"

"My cunt," I corrected, and then added, "You told me to bring it, but not how to carry it."

"Well, that that clever little act of adaptive obedience solves my first problem," she approved, leaning in and kissing me, while reaching around and slapping my ass playfully, right on the base of the plug. Ouch! "I wasn't sure how we were going to get that plug back in your cunt."

"Ohhhh," I moaned and groaned, a mixture of pleasure and pain coursing through me, and her calling my ass a 'cunt'.

"Let's go," she said. "We've got a lot of shopping to do."

"A lot?" I asked, as she took my hand.

"A lot," she affirmed, as we entered the mall.

I had imagined our going to some discreet adult shop, so I was quite surprised when she marched me into a Victoria's Secret. It was a store I'd walked past many times, jerked off to their catalogs a few times, but had never actually gone inside one... I just thought a lone guy going into a female lingerie shop, unless he was on a specific errand for someone, was too pervy.

"I thought we were buying a cage for my tiny penis," I said timidly, "Are we here for you or me?"

"You," she said before giving me a quick kiss and adding, "and a little bit me." She kissed me again and added, "But mostly you."

"Uh, okay," I said.

"First, we need to get you some sexy panties of your own," she said, leading me to the panties area. "We can't have you wearing mine all the time."

"Um, okay," I repeated, unsure of what else to say.

"Any colour you'd prefer?" she asked as we reached an acreage (well not quite that large) containing an abundance of sexy lingerie.

"No, not really," I said, as I scanned about a half dozen different styles in a large spectrum of colours. Truth was, I imagined myself wearing pink in all my fantasies, because that's the most girly colour, which is also to say the least manly. So I blurted out, feeing my cheeks going a little red, "Well actually... pink."

"Definitely getting you some pink ones," she said, pulling out a lacy pair.

"And light blue," I said, that being my favourite colour on Joan.

"These would look so cute on you," she said, holding a pair of light blue panties in her hands. "Feel them," she said.

I reached for them, and was surprised by how much softer female underwear were compared to male underwear. "They're super soft."

"I know," she said. "Oooooh, these," she squealed.

They were black, and a thong.

I'd never understood thongs. I couldn't understand how they could possibly be comfortable, although they were indeed sexy to see on a woman. Anytime I saw a thong peeking out of a woman's outfit, I just assumed she was kinky. I know that's shallow stereotyping, but it's just how my brain works.

"I've never seen you in one of these," I said.

"I have one," she said and then whispered into my ear, "but I only wear it for special occasions... like tomorrow."

"Mmmmmm," I moaned at the idea.

She whispered in my ear, "Pick out six pairs. One has to be white. I need to go find something special."

"Okay," I said, "What size?"

"Well, you fit pretty well into my panties. So I'd imagine a medium," she said.

"Okay," I said.

She kissed me and disappeared.

I looked through the panties, feeling kind of like a pervert, since I was now standing all alone in a Victoria's Secret.

I had four pairs in my hand, when a salesgirl showed up, asking, "Do you need any help, sir?"

"I-I-I," I stammered, feeling, and probably looking, like a kid caught with his hand in a cookie jar.

"Have you got six yet?" Joan asked, returning.

"Almost," I said, saved by the bell.

"If you need any help, just let me know," the girl said, and walked away. Evidently, so long as I was accompanied by a female chaperone, I wasn't a threat to public morality.

"Think she knows they're for you?" Joan asked.

"I hope not," I said.

She grabbed two more pairs for me and said, "Now we need you to pick some lingerie for tomorrow's special occasion."

"For me?" I asked.

"Yes," she said, again whispering in my ear. "Doesn't my sweet Erica want to look sexy for her Mistress tomorrow?"

"I-I-I do," I stammered, her hot breath turning me on.

"Maybe something bridal," she whispered. "In this arena you're virginal, you know."

I imagined her someday wearing white for me... all white... yet, we hadn't even said our first 'I love yous', although I planned on attending to that tomorrow. Now she was imagining me in all white. I joked, "You haven't even proposed yet."

She smiled, as she again whispered in my ear, "I'm proposing a whole new world."

"Okay," I agreed.

She took my hand and led me to the back of the store. "I was thinking a complete lingerie set."

"I'm always thinking that," I responded slyly.

"I'll be wearing something so sexy for you tomorrow night, your little clitty will be begging for release from its cage. An outfit that will symbolize our new hierarchy," she said.

"What will that be?" I asked, my tiny penis flinching in my panties and pantyhose at her naughty promise, as well as her derogatory little attack on my penis.

"It will be a surprise," she said, before pointing towards an entire lingerie section. "Do you like any of these?"

"All of them," I said, every outfit sexy as fuck. Every one of them was either a garter belt, or had the pieces to clamp stockings to, including: lace camisettes, a front zipper corset, a cute teddy, a bodysuit. (Actually, nobody would attempt to attach stockings to a camisette, so they were exempt from the rule.)

"They're all super sexy," she agreed as she squeezed my ass, reminding me I had a plug stuck in it, as she whispered ever so sultrily, "I think you'd be pretty fucking hot in that corset." She pointed to a red lace piece.

"I couldn't tell without seeing it modeled by someone," I said, thinking maybe I could convince her to try some of these outfits on.

She smiled, "You sly dog. You want to see me looking all sexy in some of these?"

"I'd like to see you in all of them," I flirted.

"Well, since we have similar body types," she said, yet another shot at my feminine body. "It could help us decide what to get you."

"Yes, yes it most definitely would," I agreed with great enthusiasm.

"Well, pick four more while I go try this corset on, and I'll model them for you," she offered.

God, I loved this woman.

"Will do," I agreed.

She gave me a kiss and sauntered off to a change room. I was bewildered at first by the overwhelming number of choices, but started looking around one outfit at a time, and chose four more sexy lingerie pieces... wondering what the lace lingerie would look like on her, and feel like on me. I didn't even see her walk past me as she left.

I found her change room, thankfully the store was relatively deserted, and she walked out in a red corset seconds later, and somehow she'd found red stockings to go with it.

"Wow," I gasped. I'd never seen anyone look more beautiful than she did at this moment.

"So, you like it?" she beamed.

"'Like' is like the biggest understatement in the world," I responded, feeling like I might be drooling.

"What else do you have for me to try on?"

"These," I handed her, unable to tear my gaze away from her.

"Grab me some black, white and beige stockings," she instructed.

"With pleasure," I said, still staring at her.

"I think you'll look pretty cute in the one I'm wearing," she said.

"I couldn't possibly do justice to it like you're doing," I said.

"You're so sweet," she said, kissing me and returning to the change room.

I adjusted my tiny penis, and went to find the stockings. I grabbed the colours requested and returned.

"I have them," I said.

"Pass them over the door," she said.

I did.

I waited.

A couple minutes later, she came out in an all-white teddy that held her firm smallish breasts perfectly, came together between her legs, and was attached to white stockings.

She looked like a bride about to consummate her marriage.

"Wow," I said again.

"Look," she said, glancing around to check we were alone, before she flipped open a flap at her crotch and pointed out, "It's crotchless."

"Oh my," I said, looking at her shaved pussy, framed by that oh-so-sexy outfit.

"Yes, easy access," she smiled.

"Wow," I said, just in awe of her.

"I think we know one that we have to buy already," she said.

"All of them," I joked.

"Why not?" she shrugged.

"Exactly," I laughed.

"I'll try on one more, though."

"Just one?" I asked with a pout.

"For now," she said.

"Okay," I agreed.

She disappeared again, and I waited for her to change. She came out eventually, wearing one that was ridiculously hot, and a little dominant.

All black.

A zipper in the front that gave her limitless options for how much cleavage (or navel) she could show.

Black stockings.

"I may be repeating myself, but wow," I said.

"I think I'll just keep this one on for now," she said, as she pulled the tag off of it.

"Forever?" I joked.

"Maybe," she winked and returned to the change room.

I waited for her to come back out, we paid for all the panties, lingerie and stockings, and headed to her car.

"One more stop," she said. "Get in."

"But my car?"

"I'll drop you back off after I'm done with you," she said, squeezing my penis.

"Okay," I groaned, my penis desperate for release; but that wasn't happening until tomorrow night.

We drove for about ten minutes as she chatted about work and a new merger she was working on. I talked about two clients I was trying to reel in.

We arrived at a strip mall with an adult store.

"Let's go get you a cage for that tiny penis of yours," she said, as she squeezed said penis.

"Yes please, Mistress," I agreed.

We walked into the store as she joked, giving my hand a soft squeeze, "As much as I spent here a couple days ago, plus whatever we spend today, they should start giving me a 'preferred customer' discount."

"Who knew the road to being a sissy faggot would be so costly?" I joked.

"Yeah, who knew?" she agreed, as we entered the store.

Unlike Victoria's Secret, where Joan had been largely discreet, and I think anyone paying attention would have assumed every purchase was for her... she wasn't at all discreet here. She asked, ironically, a young bald black man looking to be in his early twenties, "Where would your dick cages for my honey be?"

"I'll take you there, ma'am," he said, as if the request wasn't the least bit strange, even as he gave me the twice over. It made me wonder how many people came in here to buy cages. I couldn't even begin to come up with a figure. Was it miniscule? Huge?

Yet, like the store I'd gone to, there was an entire section with just cages.

"Oh my," Joan said, I think as surprised as I'd been by how many different kinds there were.

"Is it for him?" the black guy asked point blank, speaking to her and ignoring me, except as something to point at. He knew already who was in charge in this relationship, which was again a little humiliating, but we were here for a penis cage, so I was far past objecting to any amount of humiliation.

"Of course," Joan nodded, I'm sure my cheeks the brightest red they'd ever been. I lowered my gaze, avoiding eye contact with either of them.

"I see," he said. "Is the purpose discipline?"

"Kind of," she said, as I looked up. "He's in training of sorts. I want him caged, but..." she paused as she examined a device that looked like a miniature iron maiden, spikes and all, "I don't want him in pain."

"Okay," he nodded. "There are quite a few options for that."

"Great," Joan said, clearly excited... which excited me.

"I recommend a metal one, although plastic ones are available as well," he explained.
"What's the difference?" Joan asked. I was curious too, wishing I'd done some research for this surreal shopping trip.

"To be honest, if your man is going all the way in obedience," he said, "the plastic ones are too weak, although many couples begin with a plastic one. It's a little less aggressive, and a lot lighter. Less costly, as well."

"I see," Joan said.

"May I ask a personal question?" the salesman asked.

"Sure," Joan said.

"Is his penis small?"

"Tiny," Joan answered, using her hands to measure four inches.

"I see," he said. "This metal one is quite popular, but it will make his penis look pathetic... defeated," he said, handing it to her. "Which is either good or bad, depending on your goals."

I looked up and saw it was a metal one with a lock.

"I see," Joan said, mulling this over. "We are, to be blunt, exploring his feminine side, and we're only at stage one."

"I see," he replied, and thankfully his tone didn't change. He didn't seem to be judging me, and his ignoring me appeared to be more from deference to my Mistress rather than any particular disdain for me.

"Any restrictions to wearing these?" Joan asked.

"Lots," he chuckled deeply. "Obviously if he gets excited, the rigid cage will restrict his growing and might cause pain, if his brain pumps too much blood down there."

"I see," Joan said, glancing at me with a smile.

"And regardless of which kind you purchase, he'll have to sit down to urinate," he explained. "Otherwise it will go everywhere."

"Makes sense," Joan nodded, even though I hadn't thought about that issue, which would obviously have to be dealt with. "Erica, from now on, I'll expect you to sit down whenever you urinate."

"Yes, Mistress," I replied, making our hierarchy clear to this man, even though it had already been obvious.

"Good girl," Joan smiled, taking my unresistant response as permission to push the envelope. She looked at the name tag on his shirt and said, "Carter, this is my pet, Erica."

Not really caring much about me or my feminized name, Carter took the introduction strictly as information and asked suavely, "And you are?"

"Joan," she responded with a flirtatious smile.

"It's very nice to meet you, Joan," he said, saying her name in a fashion that sounded sexy and seductive.

"You too, Carter," Joan smiled, after a moment where flocks of imaginary birds burst into song, and I thought they might fuck each other here and now right in front of me, which of course would tick a major item off of both our bucket lists. "Any other advice?"

"Yes, I suggest tight underwear," he explained, "for a couple of reasons. First, if you get a cage with a padlock, it can flop around when he walks, making some sounds you don't necessarily want; and second, just to keep it place."

"Well, he's already wearing my panties and his pantyhose, so those should keep it nice and compact," Joan explained.

Humiliation compounded humiliation... which of course turned me on.

"I see," he said, this time seemed to be judging. "May I ask another personal question?"

"Ask away," Joan responded playfully.

"Are you sissifying Erica?"

"That's the plan," Joan answered. "Isn't that right, Erica?"

"Yes, Mistress," I replied, feeling so ashamed, so unmanly, yet so completely turned on from the humiliation.

"I see," he said. "Well, if you ever need any advice on the sissifying process, feel free to chat with me."

"I'll definitely take you up on that offer," Joan said, stressing the word. She then seemed curious and added, "Do you have experience with sissies?"

"I may," Carter said, in a tone that announced loud and clear that he did. "For example," he continued, "I can help with the many benefits of caging."

"Do tell," Joan asked, looking at me... and I was equally curious.

"Well, a chastity cage keeps the sissy constantly horny, which if managed appropriately, makes him a hundred percent obedient to his Mistress or Master."

"Master?" Joan asked slyly.

"May I be blunt?"

"Please do."

"Sissies tend to be white or Asian, and more often than not, one of their major fantasies is to submit to a..." he paused, , seemingly not wanting just to blurt out the rest.

"To a BBC?" Joan asked.

"Exactly," he smiled.

"Tell me more," Joan asked, on the virtual edge of her seat (since she wasn't seated).

"Well, the sissy will eventually become conditioned only to derive pleasure from offering up her..." he again paused, this already surreal conversation now also becoming very intimate, given that Carter was a complete stranger.

"Her what?" Joan asked, even though she knew exactly what he was about to say.

"Her pussy," he finished.

"Have you experience as a Master?" Joan asked.

"Perhaps," he smiled, again in a way that shouted out that the answer was undoubtedly yes.

"To both sissies and women?" Joan pursued.

"They often come as pairs," Carter answered, rather blatantly offering to dominate us both.

"That is very good to know," Joan replied with dripping flirtation, that didn't even remotely hide her interest in becoming his submissive. And bringing me along for the ride, of course.

"By the way, with Erica locked up, she can be trained eventually to experience sissy orgasms, her own pleasure linked to providing her Master or Mistress anything they desire," Carter continued, completely reading my mind.

"And if the sissy wants her Mistress to submit to a Master?" Joan asked.

"It often happens," Carter said.

"Well," Joan said with a sexy smile. "That's great to know, isn't it, Erica?"

"Yes indeed, Mistress," I replied.

Joan grabbed a couple of cages, turned to me and asked, "Which one do you choose?"

She handed me a pink plastic cage and the bronzed one with a lock.

"Um... I..." I stammered, unsure what to say... knowing that this black guy, obviously a BBC from his familiarity with domination, submission and sissification (I wondered how big he was), was watching me. And then I decided... fuck it. I didn't know him. I wanted to impress Joan... and perhaps even him... and the very real possibly of my sucking his cock at some point in time, or down the road watching him fuck Joan, all just added to the twisted exhilaration I was feeling. So I decided. "Well the pink one is cute and feminine, but it's plastic, and Sir Carter here tells us that's for the lame. While this brass one is sturdy, and it has a lock; so you, Mistress, could be Caretaker of the Key."

"Mmmmmmm," Joan approved, before turning to Carter and asking, "Do you approve, Sir Carter?"

"I do," he nodded. "It's the perfect one for a real sissy, and it gives you all the power, once he entrusts you with the key."

"When she gives me the key," Joan corrected.

"Right, right," he chuckled, "she gives you the key."

"Thanks, Master Carter," Joan said, once implying her willingness to submit to him. "Now, we need a couple more toys."

"Anything in particular?"

"No, I think we'll just browse by ourselves, if that's okay," Joan said.

"Of course. I'll be up front, if you have any questions," he said, his flirtation with my girlfriend not even a little bit subtle.

"Great, thank you," Joan said. "You've been very, very, very helpful," going a bit overboard, but hey... it was her call.

"It's my pleasure," he said, stressing the word, and walked away. His obvious flirtation and complete disregard of me as a threat to his owning this woman, made me both jealous and turned on. The idea of a young virile black man like that fucking Joan, was a major turn on. The idea of a confident black man with a BBC face fucking me, was another turn-on.

"He's fucking hot," she whispered to me.

"And I bet has a nice BBC," I replied.

"I bet you'd love to see him fuck me, wouldn't you?" she asked, as she squeezed my cock and found me rock hard.

"God, yes," I moaned.

"You just can't control this tiny thing can you?" she scolded, squeezing it hard.

"Not with you around," I replied sweetly.

"Or a BBC around," she added.

"Well, now that you've examined almost all the contents of the closet I was hiding in, that goes without saying," I joked.

"God, you're a sissy little faggot," she said, not in a condescending way, but in a way that hinted it kind of turned her on.

"Yes, Mistress," I properly addressed her.

"Now, let's go and find some more toys," she said.

"Yes, Mistress," I nodded, as she took my hand and led me to an aisle entirely filled with cocks.

"I'm looking for something in particular," she said, looking around.

"Will it be black?" I joked.

"Hopefully," she smiled. After a few more seconds, she said, "Here it is."

She grabbed a large black cock, around ten inches, and said, "This is perfect."

"It sure is," I agreed, imagining that monster slamming into her.

"It's a suction cock," she said, then added, "and it vibrates."

"Suction cock?"

"Yeah, it sticks to a wall," she said. "I'll show you later."

"Okay," I agreed, curious, trying to imagine a purpose for a suction cock.

She led me to another aisle, where she grabbed some handcuffs, and then to the clothing section where she asked, "Which fantasy would you like to fulfill first?"

There were outfits for every possible occupation, it seemed... all of them slutty: nurse (I'd always had a thing for nurse porn, as they were almost always in white nylons); maid (that one seemed too symbolically accurate, I was already signed up to serve her in every conceivable fashion); cowgirl (I liked the idea of her riding me); princesses of all sorts (the idea of creating a sissy porn version of a princess movie was kind of hot); businesswoman (she already was one, so not much of a fantasy); teacher (which was kind of hot, since I'd had a few teachers I'd jerked off to back in high school because of their nylon-clad legs, etc.)

Yet I instantly knew which one I liked the best. I wasn't sure if it was for her or me, perhaps both, but I'd fantasized about them ever since I was in high school... also totally ignored by them in high school... so I said, "The cheerleader outfit. Definitely."

"Of course," she smirked, although it was on a shelf too high for either of us to reach.

"I've always wanted to fuck a cheerleader," I said.

"Ah, but so have I," she countered, making it clear who'd be wearing it.

"Mmmmmm," I said, the idea of myself playing the cheerleader kind of hot.

"May I please get your help, Carter?" Joan called over, not using terms like Master or Sir, since there were now a couple of other customers in the store.

"Be right there," he replied, his voice deep and strong... the polar opposite of mine.

Joan grabbed a couple pairs of fishnets in black and pink (I didn't even know they made pink fishnets), and a couple more pairs of panties. She pointed out, "Look, they're crotchless, so I can have easy access to your clitty in a cage."

"What can I do for you, Joan?" Carter asked, obviously hearing that last sentence.

"He's chosen that cheerleader outfit up there," Joan said.

"Good choice," he replied as if he were a sommelier, using a long metal grab stick to take it down. A moment later he handed it to her and asked, "Is it for you or her?"

Joan smiled seductively as she flirted aggressively, "Depends on who we're wearing it for."

"I'd love to see you in it one day," he said, ignoring me and still not remotely seeing me as a threat. This should have offended me, should have stirred my manliness to defend myself and my woman, yet the possibility of Joan surrendering us both to him, turned me on completely.

"We may be able to make that a reality very soon," she smiled.

"May I help you find anything else?" he asked a few seconds later, while they both looked into each other's eyes with lust, and both of them seeming to forget I was even there.

"I think for tonight, we're good," Joan said, looking into the basket where she'd placed our items.

"I think you probably are," he smiled, also looking in the basket.

"Go pay, Erica," Joan ordered.

"Yes, Mistress," I replied, no longer having any shame in this situation. Instead, I was completely aroused by my treatment... knowing I was likely inferior to this young black man in every possible way.

"Good girl," Joan said.

At the till it was just him and me, and he asked, as he rang up our items, "May I ask you a personal question?"

"I think we're past your needing to ask, Sir," I said, indicating I was already willing to be submissive to him.

"Noted. Are you a BBC sissy?" he asked bluntly.

"Not yet, but I want to be," I replied forthrightly, his question (and my answer) making my cock flinch.

"I see," he said, not saying anything else, but smiling ever so slyly.

I paid for the items, was entitled to a free vibrating egg toy for spending over a hundred dollars, but Carter offered, "I'll give you the anal vibrating toy instead."

"Thank you," I replied sheepishly, wondering what a vibrating something would feel like in my man-pussy... would it enhance the pleasure? Stimulate the prostate?

"Since you've offered, it's now Master," he said.

"Thank you, Master," I obediently, and excitedly responded.

I grabbed my things and headed to Joan as Carter called out rather dominantly, "Joan, come here."

Joan handed me her keys and said, "Go to the car."

"Yes, Mistress," I replied, even though she already had her back to me, going to him. Would she be as submissive to Carter as I was to her?

I carried our purchases to the car and waited only two or three minutes, not nearly long enough for her to get fucked or anything... probably.

Once she was in the car, I asked, "What did he want?"

"Oh, just talking about possibilities," she said.

"What does that mean?" I asked, curious.

"It means we may have a BBC lined up for somewhere down the road," she smiled as she began driving.

"Oh," I said, both excited and nervous at the prospect of our having a BBC.

"And he's fucking big," she added.

"Oh," I repeated, as we drove in silence the rest of the way, as I wondered how she knew how big he was, but feeling it wasn't my place to ask.

We drove back to my car, and then separately back to my place. The entire time, my penis was hard as I imagined what might come next. What I couldn't explain was why I was so eager and excited to become caged. I mean I loved sex. I loved having orgasms. Why was I deliberately lobbying Joan to cage me? I didn't have an answer to that, other than feeling myself ready for complete submission to this beautiful woman.

We got to my place, got inside, and she kissed me... hard.

Breaking the kiss, she said, "God, I'm so fucking horny."

"Me too," I admitted.

"I couldn't stop imagining fucking Carter," she admitted, as she took my hand and led me upstairs to the bedroom, carrying our two bags of purchases in her other hand. Totally unlike last night, climbing the stairs with this Size Medium butt plug as a passenger wasn't difficult at all.

"Me neither," I admitted, now knowing for certain she hadn't fucked him. Although I was being really silly to think she could fuck him... and then be willing to walk away... in only three minutes.

"Or watching you getting face fucked by his big black dick," she added.

"Me too," I said, as I went into my bedroom. "He has me calling him Master now."

"I know. Me too. Now get undressed," she ordered.

"Yes, Mistress," I said, thinking I was perhaps going to get one last fuck before the cage went on. I got out of my suit.

She dumped both bags in their entirety onto the bed. Fuck, did we purchase a lot of items.

"Let's see," she pondered. "What to use first."

I joked, "My face."

"Maybe later," she smiled, as she unpackaged the cage and unlocked it.

"Or that," I said, unfortunately already hard, so it might hurt.

"I see you're horny again," she said, as she moved her finger to my penis and scooped up a little pre-cum. "Here, have a snack."

I opened my mouth and sucked my pre-cum from her finger without hesitation, although there wasn't enough to get much of a taste.

"And before we cage you," she said, "I have another idea."

"What's that?" I asked curiously.

"I'll be right back," she said as she left my bedroom. I tried to get my penis to shrink, no way the cage would fit while I was hard, even at four and a half inches, and wondering where she'd gone.

She returned a minute later with my razor and cream. She smiled, "Sissies shouldn't have any hair on their bodies, should they?"

"I've never thought about it," I answered, although I wasn't really a hairy man in the first place, another of my feminine charms.

"From your neck down, there shouldn't be a single strand of hair," she dictated, as she shoved me backwards onto my bed.

"Oh," was all I could say to that. As I pondered her decree, I realized it made sense. If I was to be a real sissy, a fully feminized fellow, it made sense for me to be hairless, like most women.

"Spread your legs," she ordered.

I joked, "Hey, I'm supposed to say that."

"Not anymore, Erica," she said as she roughly, like a man, forced my legs apart.

"Oh my," I said, watching the gender hierarchy swap happening in real time.

"I wouldn't move much if I were you," she warned, as she covered my hairy lower region with shaving cream.

"I trust you," I said, a slight chill going up my spine at what she was doing. My penis still hard.

"I trust me too," she smiled, before standing up and saying, "Shoot, we should get a towel. This could get a little messy."

I laughed, "Good thinking."

She left and returned with a towel and put it under me. "Now don't move," she warned, as she approached my genitals with the razor.

And for ten minutes, my entire groin area was shaved. I just laid back and oddly, enjoyed the experience. It reminded me of the funny scene in Bad Moms Christmas where a girl shaves a very well-endowed stripper... although without the witty conversation, or a wowed woman in awe of a massive dick.

It was a little nerve-wracking as she stretched out my ball sac and carefully, slowly shaved it. As well as rounding up any maverick hairs on or around my tiny clitty.

"I want you to do your legs tonight, too," she said.

"Okay," I nodded.

"Thankfully you're pretty much hairless on your chest, so we needn't bother," she said.

"Yeah," I said, not sure what else to say about something I was always insecure about... the lack of hair on my chest. Yet now it was a good thing.

"Roll over," she ordered. "Let's make sure your ass is hairless."

"Not an order I ever imagined being given to me," I laughed awkwardly.

"Just a few baby hairs," she apprised, adding, "now don't move."

I remained stoic, as the razor smoothly touched down here and there on my ass.

She then pulled my ass cheeks apart, "And a few around your pussy."

She then ordered, "Pull your ass cheeks apart for me."

"Yes, Mistress," I said, as she pulled the plug out of my pussy.

"Oooooh," I moaned, as I suddenly felt empty.

"Keep them spread apart," she reminded me, as she then shaved my inner cracks and right on my pussy. Once done she ordered, "Still don't move."

"Yes, Mistress," I obeyed, holding my ass cheeks wide apart.

A moment later, she poured lube into my open hole and said, "Your pussy looks like it's dying to be filled."

"It's telling me the same thing," I agreed, as I looked back and saw her holding the complimentary toy Carter had given me.

"This isn't even close to the largest one in the three-pack, that thing is ridiculously thick and outrageous," she said. "But thankfully Carter gave you this, which is actually a little thinner than the plug that was just in your pussy, but a little bit longer, and it vibrates."

"Well, thank God for that," I joked, as she lubed the new toy.
"I've never had anything vibrating in my ass before," she said.

"Me neither," I joked, or before yesterday, anything at all, as I kept my ass cheeks pulled wide apart.

"Ready for another cock in your cunt?" she asked, yet another wild utterance for the list from my beautiful girlfriend's lips.

"Is the sky bluuuuuue," I began to answer, when she just slammed the cock in me.

"Fuck," I groaned.

"Sissy sluts take it hard," she pointed out.

"Yes, Mistress," I moaned, as she pressed a remote control button while I lay writhing on my belly.

"Oooooooh," I moaned again as the vibrations began, creating sensations of pleasure in my very core, the slight remaining pain dissipating in a heartbeat... or in this case, a wave.

"Feel nice?" she asked.

"So good," I moaned.

"Roll onto your back," she ordered.

I slowly flipped over, careful to not let the toy go all the way inside me, as this one didn't have a base to keep it lodged in, but easy to get out.

She grabbed the cage and fastened it to my penis, which I didn't even realize had already shrunk to its pathetic one-and-a-half inch resting state.

I was intrigued by how it worked. The base of it looked very like a cock ring, except for a hinge on the bottom, so it could open to wrap around both my penis and my balls, and then close up again to be secured by the tiny padlock. So without unlocking the padlock, the cock ring couldn't be removed. And the point of all this was a penis-shaped cage, slender bands of brass, permanently attached to the ring. So I was completely unable to touch my penis through the cage, and the scariest part was that if my body attempted to grow an erection larger than the cage, it would get uncomfortable for me, or even painful, if my body was too stubborn.

"So, do I own this key?" she asked, holding it up as she looked at my caged clitty.

"Yes, Mistress, and with everything that entails," I agreed, the cage feeling a little awkward, but not uncomfortable. But as I said, I was totally soft at the moment.

"Who owns your clitty?" she asked liturgically, looking down at my tiny caged penis as if she were attending a miniature zoo.

"You do, Mistress," I responded.

"So I'm the one who decides if, when, where, and how often you're allowed to come," she clarified.

"Yes, Mistress," I agreed again, the thought of being under her control to this extent was so fucking hot, my clitty began to get hard. "Oooooooooh."

"Is your clitty excited?" she teased, as she got out of her clothes.

"Yes," I moaned, at the impressive magical power of the chastity cage. I'd feel myself begin to get stimulated, my penis would touch metal, and then back off. A little discomfort. A constant reminder that I was no longer in control of my sexual pleasure, that my organ was owned by Joan.

"Trying to get hard?"

"Yes."

"But you can't, can you?" she asked. Now standing before me in her all-black attire, looking all sexy and austere.

"My clitty wants to stay nice and soft, but that outfit you're wearing isn't helping, Mistress. So then she wants to come out and play, and then it's like the nasty guards step in and beat her back," I groaned, "or at least that's how it feels," my clitty desperately trying to get hard, but constantly being turned back by the cage. It was the most surreal experience I'd ever had. Horny as fuck mentally, but physically never hard. In constant lust, but lust severely restricted; and with the persistent reminder of a little discomfort whenever my puppy got too close to the bars of her cage.

"I see. Then my next little trick really won't help," she said, as she grabbed the ten-inch cock and straddled my face. "Get my cunt nice and wet for this big black cock."

"Yes, Mistress." I moaned, as I leaned up slightly to lick her pussy, as my clitty ached and my pussy buzzed.

"Oh yes, my sissy slut, get your woman all nice and ready for her big black cock," she moaned, as the vibrations inside me changed patterns.

"Ohhhhhh," I moaned, my clitty desperately trying to break free from the restrictive restraint I'd willingly allowed to be clamped onto my so-called manhood. The new pattern was a little more intense, and Joan's dirty humiliating words added to the pleasure I was trying to refuse for fear of pain.

"I'm about to fuck the shit out of a big black cock, baby," she moaned, as she ground on my face. "Do you want to see me take ten big black inches in my cunt?"

"God, yes," I moaned, although thinking of Carter, and not the fake cock she was holding at the ready.

She rolled off my face and grabbed the big dick.

"Lick the suction cup," she ordered, "get it nice and wet," placing it before me.

I did. Generously.

She took the cock to the wall and stuck it in place. She knelt on all fours, looked up at me and ordered, "Roll onto your stomach and watch me."

"Yes, Mistress," I obeyed, getting into position to watch her take ten inches in her pussy... more than double my length.

"Grab the last plug and place it under your clitty," she ordered.

"Okay," I obeyed, although I couldn't understand the point. I reached for the plug, awkwardly set it under my caged clitty, and looked up to see that Joan was now a little closer to the wall, so she must have at least an inch or two inside her.

"Oh, it's so big," she moaned.

"Fuck that big black dick," I cheered her on, imagining that one day soon these toys would be replaced by actual black cocks.

"You want me to take this big black cock in my white cunt, baby?" she asked, as she slowly began to ride the black dick.

"Yes, baby, take that black cock all the way inside that white pussy of yours," I said, feeling my confined clitty desperately trying to salute the act I was witnessing.

"Oh yes," she moaned, "this fake black cock feels so much better than your tiny Asian clitty."

That was the first time ever she'd mentioned my race, and it coming across like a slur, somehow enhanced the excitement I was feeling, even as a modicum of racial pride inside me rejected it.

"Is your clitty hard?" she asked as she continued slowly to fuck herself.

"The cage won't let it be," I admitted.

"Hump the plug while you watch me," she ordered, as she began moving faster on the big black cock.

"Yes, Mistress," I obeyed, awkwardly fucking the bed and the plug... the cage thwarting my every attempted erection driving me wild.

"Think Carter will fuck me like this?" Joan asked, bouncing on the big black cock. I noted she said 'will', and not anything less certain, such as 'might'.

"Oh yes," I moaned, visualizing the good-looking college-age black man pounding her from behind.

"I bet he'd fuck your pussy too," she moaned.

"Oh yes, if you'd allow me to take his big black cock in my cunt?" I asked wickedly, humping the plug like the pathetic faggot I was becoming.

"I might not have anything to say about it. He could be Master to us both by then," Joan moaned, clearly very turned on, both from getting fucked by this BBC, and from imagining me getting fucked by a real BBC.

"Yes, yes, yes," I moaned, so desperate to cum, and yet completely at the mercy of the cage and my girlfriend.

"And after he came in me, you'd eat my cum-filled cunt," she continued, her moans increasing as she bounced on the big black cock, looking so gorgeous riding it in the sexy lingerie.

"Yes, I'll do anything my Mistress tells me to," I moaned.

"And your Master as well?" she questioned, bouncing furiously on the cock.

"Yes, yes, and my Master," I agreed.

"Hump the plug, you sissy slut," she ordered.

"Oh God, it feels so good to obey you," I moaned.

"But you can't come, can you?" she asked, her moans telling me she was very close.

"Yes, it's so intensely frustrating," I agreed, my body and mind at war with my lust.

"Oh fuck, I'm coming on this big... black... fucking cock," she screamed, as she collapsed forward onto my carpeted floor, spasming like she was being overpowered by an epileptic seizure of pleasure.

"Yes, come from that big black dick," I moaned, loving to see her come so hard. Her pleasure was my pleasure.

She looked up at me a minute later, as her intense orgasm seemed to finally begin to dissipate and said, "Did you like watching me fuck a big black cock?"

"Hottest thing ever," I answered, my clitty aching.

She weakly got up and said, "Roll over."

I did, my entire body at her mercy, as she mused, "Oh, that's a lot of pre-cum."

She grabbed the plug from my pussy and placed it to my mouth. "Clean up your toy, you sissy slut."

I licked my precum off the plug, like the obedient bimbo sissy I was.

Once I was done, she asked, kissing me, "So is this still what you want?"

"What do you mean?" I asked.

"The cage. The sissification. The possibility of us both being put through our paces by a BBC Master," she listed. "This week we've been sharing would just be the beginning."

I got it. She was giving me an out.

If I didn't want to continue this journey, this was my chance to close Pandora's Box.

Yet I didn't want out. I didn't want Pandora's Box closed for business.

I responded, "What I want most is to do everything with you. So if you tell me I should have a Master, or that we should have a Master together, then I want that too. But on the other hand, if I already have a Master and you tell me I mustn't have one, then I won't. So bottom line, no matter what else happens, you'll be my Mistress for as long as you'll have me."

She smiled, kissing me again, "Wow, that's some declaration! But lucky for us, I want to do everything with you, too; just as you described."

I'd wanted to wait until tomorrow to say it, but I couldn't hold my feelings back any longer. "I love you, Joan."

"I love you too, Eric," she said, the look on her face melting from my words. Did I think I'd say and hear those words with a cage on my clitty and a plug in my cunt? No. Yet I wouldn't take it back for the world.

I embellished, meaning this, too. "I love you unconditionally, Joan."

She smiled, "I love you too." She paused for a moment before adding, "and yes, unconditionally."

I said, "I want to do everything with you."

"I want to do everything with you," she smiled, as she grabbed the razor. "Now let's get these legs shaved."

She got every hair off of my legs. Plus the few I had on my chest.

We put on a movie in my bedroom (Four Weddings and a Funeral) and cuddled. She fell asleep in my arms. And yes, I still had a cage around my penis, and a plug in my cunt (with the vibrations turned off so I could sleep). If there's an anomaly in that, I can't see it.

It was such a wonderfully intimate end to a day of unfathomable kink.

And there was still tomorrow... this had been just the beginning.

THE END OF CHAPTER 2

Coming next: Sissification 101 Chapter 3: Erica gets pegged.