It had taken six months to get to this point. As I stepped out of the bathroom, I caught sight of myself in the full-length mirror, and shivered. I was shaved below the eyebrows, hairless and smooth, except for a cute landing strip above my locked chastity cage. Other than the cage, I looked like a thoroughly average 21 year old boy, my small and skinny frame only accentuated by some slight curves in my ass and legs that I had worked on for the last couple of months.

It had started with porn, as I imagine it always does. First came the vanilla stuff, 18-year-old blonde pornstars being fucked silly by studs with gigantic rods. Then one day when browsing, I'd seen a pornstar squirming desperately as she was railed against a wall. I noticed that she had a little something 'extra', and the twist that this gorgeous babe had a cock made me cum twice as hard as I normally did. After that, my tastes changed to exclusively trans and crossdressing porn, and then I had discovered sissy hypnosis. It hit my mind like an erotic bombshell.

I hadn't had a girlfriend by that point, and my school days had been full of mediocrity and perfectionist parenting. I'd been ignored by the female sex my entire life, and suddenly my head was bombarded by the devastatingly powerful experience that is sissy hypno. Lights, flashing images, quick cuts from one beautiful girl to the next, jacking up arousal through novelty and abusing the lowered defences that come from being turned on to get into my brain. I was hooked. It seemed like in no time at all, 'fuck the girl' turned into 'get fucked like a girl', and 'get a girlfriend' turned into 'be a girl'...

And so, six months ago in April when I finally moved out from my parents on my own, I was faced with the lethal combination that is complete freedom to do as I please, and watching sissy hypno every day. It had moved on from just the quick cuts - I listened to sissy hypno before bed and as I slept, and it was the first thing I wanted to do when I woke up. I was addicted.

Many of the hypnos implanted triggers - one hypno in particular above the rest. It was called 'Bambi Sleep'. It was wickedly subversive and powerful, and I'd zoned out for hours and even days listening to it. The triggers it implanted in me were many and they were deep. Luckily, none the phrases came up too often in waking life - although once my friend had mentioned the Disney film 'Bambi', and I'd felt compelled to excuse myself and masturbate as soon as possible.

My new found freedom culminated in several horny online shopping sprees - first the chastity cage, then panties, lingerie, bodystockings, fishnets, bras, chokers...I spent a fair chunk of my student loan. To compensate, my eating habits adjusted to two meals of pasta or noodles per day. When I was horny - which was now all the time - I just wasn't hungry. I had never been the biggest guy around, but after a couple of months I was skinny as a rail.

The chastity cage had sealed the deal. Wearing it completely changed both my mindset and my behavior. It extended what had previously been shameful jerking in front of a computer to the rest of my waking life. There is something subversively powerful about the way it prevents erections and normal masturbation, and yet never allows you to forget that you are wearing it. It's the ultimate act of masochism - making yourself be horny but never allowing yourself release. It made me feel so submissive, and so girly! I began shaving, wearing panties all the time, painting my toenails. My collection of clothes began to be augmented with dresses, skirts and blouses. I began to fantasise about going out dressed up. I spent hours watching makeup tutorials, and trying to do squats in my room to build up my butt wearing leggings. Of course, I had no keyholder, so nothing prevented me from taking it off at the end of everyday and pathetically jerking my semi-erect penis. But still, I was so ready to pop that I always came before I was fully hard, and as a result, I hadn't had a full erection since March.

But a new idea - of going out dressed as a girl - had begun to take hold in my brain. I'd been out wearing my cage before, but only ever dressed as a boy (except for the panties). I'd been handed a flyer in the city center the week previously about a dress-up club night on Halloween, and it had planted the seed in my brain. What better time to try my first time out than on Halloween? Hell, if I wasn't crossdressing I would be in the minority surely - loads of guys dressed up as girls for Halloween right?

I still told myself I was straight - this was all just fun because of the sissy porn right? After I came, the standard waves of guilt overcame me, and I came close to throwing it all away sometimes. I had had dreams of losing my virginity finally at University, and I knew that all of this stuff was not helping. I told myself that this Halloween would be the culmination of everything, this was the farthest I would ever take it. I wasn't gay, I told myself, so I wasn't going to do all the cock sucking and fucking like in all the hypno videos. Yeah they made me cum hard and fast, but I wouldn't do that in real life right? I just liked dressing up as a girl and getting off - that didn't make me gay.

And so, this had all resulted in the plan tonight. I was going to go out as a girl. I shivered at the very idea, wondering if I should back out, but I was fairly invested at that point. I'd already painted my nails red and shaped my eyebrows. I'd been wearing my cage for three days now - there was no need of my dick tonight! It was funny, I had reflected to myself, eight months ago I was obsessed with losing my virginity. And now I was breaking my own record for chastity before a night out! As I had walked to the shower, the padlock had tinkled slightly against the cage body, causing a wave of pleasure rush through me.

Now smooth and hairless, I tore my eyes away from the cage, and walked slowly over to my bed, the padlock clicking as I moved. My clothes were all laid out, ready and waiting. First I slipped on my favorite pair of panties, the most pink and girly I had been able to find - I guess the sissy hypno had got to me a little, I conceded. Hipster cut, with black lace trim, I pulled them up my frictionless legs and over my constrained bulge. They pulled into my ass nicely. Next I put on on my sheer black pantyhose, the fabric gliding up my smooth legs. I rolled up one leg and then the other, before pulling them over my pink panties.

I snapped on a pink bra to match, put in some breast forms, and then considered the main outfit. As it was Halloween, I had figured I couldn't just 'go out like a woman', so I had picked 1950's housewife as my costume. I slipped the polka dot halter neck red-and-black mini dress off of the hanger and stepped into it. I tugged it over my bra and pulled it over my head. The dress fit perfectly, pulling in at my waist before billowing out in a perfect circle around my stocking-clad legs.

Next, I moved over to the bathroom mirror. Everything was laid out in front of me: first went the foundation, then the powder. I stuck on some false eyelashes, before moving on to my mouth. I applied a coat of deep, ruby red lipstick to match the dress. Finally, I slipped on a hairnet and an perfectly coiffed blonde wig.

I turned around, stepped into my beautiful 3" heels, and walked over to the floor-length mirror in the corner of my small one-room apartment. The image of 50's perfection stared back at me - a cute, wicked red mouth, innocent blue eyes, ditsy blonde hair and a perfect dress. My constrained penis...well, clit I guess (clit at this point seemed more appropriate than penis) twitched in my cage. I was a smoking 10/10, my billowing dress revealing a hint of my lower thigh but hiding my straining secret. I was a blonde bombshell who wouldn't look out of place as a pinup girl. I was sexy, desirable, looking soft and fuckable. I was ready to go out!

******

The bar was loud, dark and crowded. I nervously tottered in, and I swore that everyone was looking at me. "Look at that sissy go," I imagined they were saying to one another, "what a slut!". I felt my cage with every step, and hoped like crazy no one could see it. What was I doing!

Of course, it's doubtful anyone was actually paying me that much attention, I said to myself. The club was full of weird and wonderful costumes worn by all persons of indeterminate gender, and there was always another fancy dress look to ogle. I saw Tinkerbell, a couple of zombies, a pilot, three cat girls and a whole host of costumes besides. And I look better than all of them, girls and boys, I thought to myself, savoring a small thrill of pride.

I knew I looked stunning, and I was surprised at the warm glow of happiness I felt every time I noticed someone checking me out. Three times on the short walk to the bar I noticed a person giving me the once over. I'd practiced with the heels over the last week, but I still felt a little unsteady. I self-consciously stuck out my ass a little, and tried to balance with my hips, which meant that I swayed from side to side as I walked like a model on a catwalk.

I finally made it to the bar, gratefully grabbing the edge to steady myself, between a girl dressed up as a slutty cat and a generic caveman.

"Can I buy you a drink?," I heard a voice over the blaring music.

I turned, and looked up at the questioner. Even wearing my heels he towered over me - a tall man in a double-breasted pilot's uniform. I was small at 5'5 without them, and this guy must have been at least 6'3. He smiled, and doffed his Captain's hat.

"You're very convincing. The only giveaway was your walk, you need more practice. Otherwise, you're a very good girl. Let me treat you like one - can I buy you a drink?"

I smiled back demurely, and dipped my head in a nod, blushing under my foundation. His smile broadened, and he stepped up closer, his hand lightly touching my back. When he called me a 'good girl', I shivered, and I felt a movement in my cage. That was a hypno trigger! Dammit!

"Perfect - don't talk. Let's keep the illusion going for everyone else. It can be our...little secret."

I blushed again, intimately aware that he was insinuating the size of my pe- no. My clitty. He ordered three double shots of rum cream & whiskey, and a diet coke. He paid, and picked up the coke as the harassed barman poured the shots. He slid his hand from the small of my back to my opposite hip.

I was feeling slightly worried - were those shots for me? Or for both of us? I stared at the shots - the rum cream gave all three of them the appearance of a shot glass full of cum. The sissy hypno that I had been watching was tickling my subconsciousness, interacting with the horniness from the chastity cage. I hope those are all for me, I thought. No I don't!

He turned his face toward my ear."Now, like most crossdressers, I imagine you're straight - don't worry! I believe you," he whispered in my ear. "But tonight, you're just playing the girl - 1950's housewife if I'm not mistaken. Is that right?"

I nodded again, feeling very hot as he pressed up from behind me, still acutely away of his left hand on my hip. He set his drink down and moved his right hand to my right hip.

"That's okay," he continued in my ear, "lots of crossdressers come out on Halloween, it's the perfect time! But I think you're a bit different. You've made the classic mistake you see- you've put so much effort in, and it's a bit of a giveaway. That, and you look like Bambi in the headlights!"

I gave a small gasp and I felt my cage gave another little twitch when he mentioned Bambi. He must know! How much does he know, or guess - was it a coincidence? I need to get out of here! But as much as I felt I didn't want this, another deeper part of me...did want it. Needed it. You can't get yourself off, it said to me. So why not get someone else off? Why not talk to this guy? Suck him? Fuck him? It would make you feel *so* girly! Do it girl! You sissy!

I tried to shake off these thoughts, but I was so conflicted I felt frozen, and my welcome/unwelcome suitor continued.

"But I might be wrong! So let's play a game shall we? True or false. If it's true - take the shot! If it's false, I'll take it. Okay? We'll avoid names for now, but I guess Bambi is as good a name as any - you still look wobbly! Is that okay?

I nodded, my head of swirl of conflicted thoughts, my ears pounding from the music, my clit straining in its cage. Why did he have to use that name, that word? He must know, surely! He pressed up behind me. I could smell his cologne.

"It's a great costume, but there would be no need to wear panties, right? You'd only wear them if you wanted to feel girly, it adds nothing to the look. However... I guess you are wearing panties."

I felt his hand move under my dress in one quick motion, feel the fabric of my underwear and retreat, quicker than blinking. I knew there was no way he could mistake the silky touch of my panties, and felt a tidal wave of embarrassment mixed with desire wash through me. He picked up the milky shot glass, and and brought it to my lips. The shot smelled strong and I gagged slightly. He tipped it back, and the milky substance washed around my mouth. It tasted surprisingly good - was that Fireball whiskey? I swallowed.

He laughed a deep, satisfied laugh. "Okay, one to nothing. I bet you enjoyed that shot though! Let me guess again. Even though you could have worn opaque tights, you've shaved your legs. I'm going to guess you've shaved everything else and...I might be out on a limb here...you have no hair below the eyebrows."

He was still pressed up behind me, so he didn't see me smile. Despite my embarrassment, I was glad that he could have no idea I had shaved a landing strip above my cage. But the pressure from his hands on my hips increased, he pushed into me and suddenly -

"Wait! Except your crotch. I'm guessing you have a ... landing strip!"

I gave a small gasp. How could he know! I spun around and looked him in the face, shaking my head violently. He grinned broadly, and I could see triumph in his eyes. Around us, bodies danced and music played in the darkness. No one was paying us any attention. No one could hear us. He reached over my shoulder and picked up the second shot, offering it to me while staring me dead in the face.

"Don't make me check, Bambi", he murmured and winked wickedly. Face flushing with shame, clit pulsing in my cage under my dress, I defiantly took the shot and downed it. It made me splutter slightly. He took the glass from my unresisting fingers and switched it with the last shot on the bar. He moved his body close to mine, and I looked up into his eyes. My heart was pounding and my cage was exerting a painful yet pleasurable pressure on my clit as it tried and failed to get hard. My head was clouded with lust and I felt the buzz from the alcohol beginning.

"And finally, sissy," he said, his face and lips inches from my own as he pulled me close, "I bet you are a virgin wearing a chastity cage, who secretly hoped she would find a stud she could suck off. Is that right, Bambi?"

I felt like I was paralyzed and I just stood there in my dress and heels, my cage straining, my painted lips moving, no sound coming out of my beautiful mouth. He smiled lazily as he brought the final shot up and tipped it down my throat. I couldn't help but swallow. He snaked his free hand behind and grabbed my ass beneath my dress, through my panties.

He maintained eye-contact and his lazy smile as he slowly brought his hand round to the front, and held my cage lightly, his hand still over my panties.

"Here's what's going to happen, Bambi. You can be a good girl and leave this place with me, to go back to yours. You will give me the keys to this cage, so I can help you stay a good girl, and you will get a nice reward. Just nod your head for yes, or shake your head for no. The choice is yours, sissy girl."

I hesitated. My cage felt ready to burst in my panties. I felt so sexy in my outfit, and so submissive in my cage.

I nodded.

*************

The cab ride was like nothing I had ever experienced. My date had spent several minutes of hushed conversation with the driver, with frequent glances from both back at me. It was cold in the night air - as well as the chill on my sheathed legs and bare arms, I could feel the eyes of club goers, taxi drivers and bouncers roving over me. I tried to avoid eye contact - several of these people had seen my entry not ten minutes ago, and here I was getting into a cab with a man. The look in the eyes of the boys said "what a lucky guy," which the look in the eyes of the girls said "what a slut". My clitty stirred in its cage, and a gust of wind threatened to expose my secret. I tried to tug my dress down, looking like Marilyn Monroe, as several onlookers whistled and cat-called.

I saw a significant cash exchanged, and then I was beckoned over. I slid into the cab, my dress riding up for a moment, before I closed my legs and smoothed it down demurely. He climbed in from the other side, and the door closed, shutting out the wind and the jeers. The taxi started moving, and he looked at me.

"I don't want you to lose interest, sissy girl, so I brought a gift for you. Don't mind the cab driver."

Before I had a chance to react, he had slid over to my side of the cab, kissed me softly on the lips, one hand went up the inside of my thigh and-

*zzzzzzzzzzz*

I suddenly felt a wonderful sensation, pleasure my little clitty hadn't had since I'd locked it up a couple of days ago. It felt as if beautiful pulses of light were throbbing through my cage, making me squirm with delight. I moaned, my eyes closed.

"I couldn't have my little girl Bambi losing interest on the way," he whispered in my ear, "so I brought along a little sissy toy for you. Do you like it?"

"Yes," I breathed. I was lost in the sensation. My clitty felt fantastic inside her little cage and writhed with pleasure in the backseat. To be so denied and so teased simultaneously was such a delicious sensation, and his whispered words were connecting to heart of all my darkest fantasies.

"You're such a good sissy girl, locking up your clitty. Making sure no one could confuse it for what it is. You looked so beautiful and feminine and you gave yourself a clitty to match. All you want to do is give pleasure, is that right Bambi? You just want to be a girl?"

"Yes," I moaned again, my legs tight around the vibrator and his arms, locking it into place on my clitty. I could feel myself leaking into my panties, but I didn't care. I didn't care about anything he was saying. Inside, I could feel my girl-loving, straight self retreating deep inside. He was still whispering:

"But you are a slut aren't you? Dressing up like this and cruising for cock? Like a whore? A dirty sissy whore? My sexy sissy slut Bambi, who loves to suck cock and dress up like a whore. You're going to stay a virgin forever, never having sex with a woman, only giving yourself as a woman to men. Bambi, sleep with me..."

My straight self was shouting inside, but it all seemed to be coming from far away, across a deep vast lake of arousal. I want to have sex, it shouted, I want to see boobs! I want to fuck girls! But this desperate shout went unheeded. The triggers he had wittingly or unwittingly release had removed control from me, and Bambi was now in charge. I was lost to the deep sensations of desire and lust radiating out from my vibrating cage. The endless sissy hypno I had watched had created a sissy alter ego that was in firm control, in blissful paradise dreaming about being a beautiful submissive sissy, giving herself and serving.

"Do you want to cum Bambi? Do you want to cum for me?"

I nodded vigorously, anticipating release, squeezing my legs tight -
The cab stopped. The vibrator stopped. My eyes and legs were squeezed tight shut, trying to hold onto the sensation for a little longer, but my orgasm receded. I was shaking with desire. He had taken me to the brink, but he hadn't let me cum. My pink panties felt soaked. I desperately made a grab at my cage, but he firmly caught my hand in his own. I opened my eyes and his eyes were immediately locked on mine in the dim light shining from outside the cab.

"Do you want me to come in, Bambi?" he asked, a serious expression on his face. I swallowed nervously.

"Yes..." I managed through my dry throat. He nodded, and climbed out of the cab, holding the door open for me. I made eye contact with the cab driver in the rear view mirror. He winked.

We took the elevator up to my apartment, and I opened the door and walked in, before turning to face him. I had no idea what was going to happen next, but luckily, he took control. He looked at me sternly.

"Kneel next to the mirror."

I watched myself go down. From my bare arms, to my sheer pantyhose, to my red dress and blonde hair, I looked every inch a sexy, submissive girl. My makeup screamed slut. No wonder he'd been able to peg me as a conquest. I shivered.

He looked around my flat, and asked me asked where the keys to my cage were. "The main key and the emergency key," he told me sternly. I meekly gave them both up, pointing at them, with no thought of the consequences. My mind was gone. The lethal combination of months of sissy hypnosis, being dressed like a sexy slut and having been vibed to within an inch of orgasm had reduced my mind to its most basic functions.

He tucked the keys into his pocket, and came over to stand directly in front of me. I could still see myself in the mirror to the right of him, a blonde girl in a slutty red dress, meekly on her knees.

"Look into my eyes," he commanded sternly, and I moved my gaze from the sissy in the mirror to meet his stare.

"I own you now, sissy. You may call me Master. And your name is Bambi. Say it. Tell me what your name is, Bambi, be a good girl."

"B-b-bambi," I stammered, still holding his gaze. "But my real name is Ste-"

"Your real name is Bambi," he interjected. "Sissy Bambi, beautiful Bambi. That's the only name I'm interested in. Say it. Say, 'my real name is sissy Bambi'."

"M-my real n-name is s-s-sissy Bambi," I managed, squirming on my knees as my clitty twitched in her cage.

"Where is your phone, Bambi," he said, a little more gently, although still holding eye-contact. I pointed wordlessly to the desk in the corner, and he moved over to pick it up. I felt extremely vulnerable, kneeling on the floor all dolled-up with a stranger in my little apartment. He moved back in front of me, holding my phone, and as if sensing the beginnings of my unease, stroked my hair and cheek.

"Don't fret little Bambi, I'm not going to hurt you in any way. In fact, I'm going to help you."

He fiddled with my phone for a few moments, and then pointed the camera at me.

"Now then, Bambi. Tell me again. What is your name?"

I looked up into the phone lens. What was I doing? What if someone sees this? What can I -

"Now don't panic. Look at me, not the phone. That's right. Now this is your phone, so this video is perfectly safe. I'm filming this for you, not for anyone else. It's just some encouragement. Now. Keep looking at me, and tell me your name."

"M-my name is sissy Bambi,"I said, surprising myself. I had hardly stammered at all that time. I was looking directly into his eyes, which were gentle and encouraging. My cage twitched.

"Good girl!" he remarked, his words of affirmation making me feel inexplicably happy. Hearing him say this phrase, it as I kneeled in front of him, dressed like a slut and caged like a true sissy, made me feel deeply horny and submissive. It must have been another implanted trigger.

"What makes you a sissy, Bambi? What makes you a good girl?" he asked, his gentle eyes sparkling with slight amusement. I felt buoyed by his words, and the sight of the girl in the mirror next to me, and the tight feeling from my cage.

"I'm all locked up, Master," I responded, trying to sound seductive, "and I just want to please."

He grinned. I was staring at his face, biting my lips and trying to look innocently alluring and coquettish.

"All locked up huh? Show me, prove to me you're a good girl."

I looked down demurely, and raised the hem of my dress until my panties were visible through my tights. Both items were indeed wet and stained from my precum. I used my other hand, and slipped my panties and hosiery down, until my cage popped out unceremoniously. My clitty was straining in its prison, simultaneously making sex all I could think about and also preventing all pleasurable sensation. The only feeling was of being constricted, of being restrained. It visibly quivered.

"Good girl, good girl! Focused on pleasing others, and unable to penetrate. Never able to have sex. Are you a virgin, Bambi?"

I looked back up, into the camera now rather than his eyes. All inhibitions were released now, my lust fogging up my mind like a drug.

"Yes, I am Master."

"Good girl! Have you ever had a blowjob?

"No Master."

"Well haven't you ever heard that giving is better than receiving? Drop for cock, Bambi"

My mouth fell open, as if automatically. I looked back up at him, and he was grinning broadly. He brought one hand down and in one motion unzipped his fly. He reached his hand inside, and brought out his semi-erect cock. I stared at it, the first time I had ever seen another cock in person, other than occasional accidental glimpses.

Even semi-erect, it was bigger than mine, which was all I could focus on for a moment. It was also inches away from my lips. It was hairless, with a tiny drop of precum resting on the end. My mind reeled, and I froze, as my locked away straight side and dominant sissy side fought in my head. I was torn between revulsion and consuming desire. My cage twitched tantalizingly and I wiggle my hips, trying to get into a more comfortable position.

"Don't look at it", Master said softly, "look in the mirror instead, Bambi."

I did, and if I wasn't locked up, I would have been instantly hard. It was like a porno taking place in my flat. A beautiful, small breasted blonde slut was kneeling submissively in front of a cock, ready to take it in her throat. She was wearing a beautiful dress and her matching red lips looked ripe and ready for sucking cock. I smiled and she smiled, her smoldering eyes screaming sex. A man towered over her, filming her, and she was a performative little slut, tossing her hair for the camera. Between her legs, a tiny cage was visible, symbolizing that she was not meant to have blowjobs, but to give them. Not meant to fuck, but be fucked. I felt so sexy, so girly and so horny. I tore my gaze away from the beauty in the mirror, and in my head, the sissy side triumphed.

I looked at Master, right in the eyes, and slowly lowered myself down onto his cock. My lips touched the end, and I used my tongue to take it in my mouth. He closed his eyes with pleasure, I felt a tinge of pride, a tinge of satisfaction. The precum tasted sweet, but his cock itself tasted...well, like skin really. I moved forward a little more, and took more of him into my mouth. He filled me, and trying to remember all the sissy hypno I had seen over the last few months, I moved back, and then forward again. I'd practiced on a dildo before, but nothing could compare to the feeling of him in my mouth, feeling him stiffening, tasting his sweat, hearing his moans. I knew I was doing a good job.

"Oh, good girl, sweet sissy, you have no idea how good this feels. You will never know how good this feels. Keep sucking, good girl..."

Emboldened, I brought my hands up, and put one hand inside his fly to gently cup him. His balls were shaved too, said some dim part of my awareness. My mind was on low power mode, brought low by the alcohol and the lust. My cage was pushed up against me tightly by my panties and tights. It had stopped trying to get hard now, but I was still desperately horny, and still felt like I was going to explode. I wiggled my hips again, trying to feel anything, but only succeeded in looking like a desperate slut who couldn't wait to be fucked by the same weapon she was currently servicing.

"Oh look at you wiggle, Bambi, you little slut! So desperate...well that will come in time...unlike you."

He smiled at his own joke, his face still tilted back with his eyes closed.

He put his hand on the back of my head, and began pushing with each bob of my blonde head. I felt him go deeper and deeper in my throat. Thanks to sissy hypno, I had spent countless hours with a dildo in my mouth, practicing to ignore my gag reflex. If anything, this made me even more horny, as it made me feel so yielding, so submissive. His hand was in control, and all the images of gorgeous girls gagging on cock flooded through my mind. I was in heaven.

"Ohhh...I'm close now. You're so good at this, have you been practicing you slut? Once I cum, that's it...your fate is sealed, and you'll be a sissy forever Bambi...you can stop now...no? Well in that...case...you better...SWALLOW!"

I felt his hand on my head push down, I felt my cage tighten in excitement, I felt his cock stiffen in my mouth and throat...and then I felt him cum. He tensed, and pulled back slightly, before exploding in my mouth. I began swallowing for all I was worth, madly, as if if I could swallow enough cum it would make me cum. It just kept coming - he just kept cumming- and I felt his pleasure radiating out from him. The waves slowly came further and further apart, and I could hear his panting subsiding. I felt so girly, so giving, just happy I could please someone. He slowly drew himself out of my mouth.

I had tried my best, and swallowed most of it. I could still feel the warm goo sliding down my throat. When he had pulled out, a fair amount got onto my glossy lips, bespangling my mouth. Still feeling insanely horny and very girly, I tried to imitate every girl in porn I'd ever seen - I gave the camera a huge smile, before opening up my mouth to show it was all gone. I left the cum on my lips,and looked back into Master's face, smiling. My clitty was straining and stuggling in its cage again. I felt so horny, and watching someone cum and release had doubled my lust.

He opened his eyes, and looked down at me. I could only imagine what he saw. A horny sexy slut, her lips coated in cum, in a slutty red dress with come-fuck-me heels and bedroom eyes. A chastity cage gleaming with precum. A sissy girl shivering with pent-up lust and frustration.

He smiled, fiddled with my phone for a few moments, and then set it down again on the counter. He began to clean himself up, tucked himself back into his trousers, and re-zipped himself.

"Well then Bambi. Stay kneeling - before I say anything else, know that that was a superb blowjob, you are sexy as fuck, and you're a very good girl."

I felt myself beaming and glowing with pride. In that moment, I had no shame.

"I have your keys, and I own you now. I sent myself the video of you being the good little slut that you are, and you can bet that I can only keep something this good under wraps for a while. And before you object: I gave you every opportunity to walk away, and I got your consent publicly and on video several times. I own you now."

I felt a slight hint of concern tug at my stomach. It should say a lot for how horny I was that this was only a slight hint, and I kept smiling, his jizz still flecked on my lips.

"Look at you - you were born for this, Bambi. Don't change a thing. I have some rules, and you will obey them. I would threaten you, but in this state I think the carrot...will work better than the stick. If you want to pleasure me again...and if you want to keep all this between us...here's what you will do.

"You will keep yourself shaved - you may keep your landing strip, if you wish. You will make no attempt to remove the cage - and if you do, I will take precautions to ensure the next one cannot be removed." His eyes glowed.

"If you masturbate - and I know a sissy of your caliber must have tried vibing the cage or fucking yourself senseless to sissygasm - from now on, you may only use censored images of the female form, erotic literature, or sissy hypnosis themed videos. The chastity will ensure you are limp when you cum; images will remind you of your place, and of what you can never have. And keep listening to Bambi sleep...it's for your own good.

"Finally, I've left my number in your phone. I want you to text me, everyday, with dirty things. Things you want me to do to you. Pictures of yourself. Beg me to fuck you, to let you suck me. Beg me to let you out of chastity so you can have an erection again. Ask me for slutty clothes, for pictures of my dick. And if you do all these things then maybe, just maybe...I'll unlock you."

Master smiled evilly, turned on his heel and left me.

I looked at myself in the mirror. An obedient, kneeling sissy slut, drizzled in cum and dreaming of release, bound in my bra and panties and my tight dress. Owned.

Bambi is a good girl.