TITLE    : Will You Ever Let Me Cum Again? P2
STORYID  : will-you-ever-let-me-cum-again-p2
SUMMARY  : Taylor becomes the doll that Lucy always wanted.
AUTHOR   : TiltingatWindmills@lit
DATE     : 2025-08-30
CATEGORY : transgender
FLAGS    : h
TAGS     : |femdom|female domination|chastity|cunnilingus|forced feminization|transformation|


The first time I put on makeup, Lucy told me it was just for sex.

She wanted me to look gorgeous while I went down on her.

"I want those big blue eyes to be framed in dusky eye shadow," she caressed my cheek as she spoke artfully. "And I want you to leave lipstick kisses on my lips," she giggled.

"Please Lucy, it feels a little demeaning. A step too far."

"I would have thought you'd want to take another step," she said, undoing the top button of her work blouse. "You still haven't seen me with my bra off, have you?"

My eyes flicked to her cleavage and she pressed her advantage.

"I think both of us could enjoy a better view while you're pleasing me," she added as she undid another button.

Her bra was maybe a half size too small, and I could see her breasts spilling out of it through the new gap in her blouse.

"Lucy, can this be a one time thing at least?"

"Of course", she leaned in towards me. "Just as long as you want to make seeing my breasts a one time thing."

I bit my lip.

"Just eyeliner and lipstick?"

She ran her finger along the edge of her bra where it met her puckered skin.

She nodded no. "Everything."

Of course I surrendered.

Lucy sat me in front of her mirror and walked me through an entire makeup routine.

It wasn't lost on me that she was not just applying the makeup, but teaching me how to do it myself.

"It's okay, you can just put it on me," I suggested. "I don't want to use all your time - you know I'm a slow learner."

"Oh that's alright. Maybe you can get good enough to do my makeup in the future. Or maybe you'll want to do your own again," she hinted.

I couldn't yet imagine myself undergoing this humiliation on my own volition but as Lucy finished applying my eyeliner I was beginning to feel an uncomfortable tingling feeling as I looked at myself in the mirror.

I was attracted... to myself.

Lucy noticed as well.

"Fuck you're hot."

Those were Lucy's first words upon stepping back and looking at her handiwork.

I don't know if I was hot. But I was really, really cute. Not passable for a guy trying to look like a girl. Cute for any girl.

My little ballerina breasts were finally large enough that when Lucy tightened my corset to the bursting point I actually had a visible bust above the hemline. Real cleavage.

But when I was kneeling in front of her and she finally unclasped her bra I would be reminded how small mine were by comparison.

Lucy made a big ceremony of it. I was going to see her completely naked for the first time, and she was going to get to see me as close to a woman as I would ever be.

She lit candles and set them up in our livingroom. She stood with the sofa just behind her, and had me kneel as always.

"You look so cute like this," she placed her pointer finger on my lip and I sucked it gently.

She had me in a simple white chemise with a pale pink corset. My skirt pooled around me on the floor.

"Are you ready?" she asked.

I smiled and nodded.

She reached behind her and unclasped her bra with one hand, and held the front in place with her other arm.

She teased me for a moment, twisting her hips from side to side and squeezing herself through the cups as she blocked my view.

Then with feigned surprise, she dropped the bra.

Her breasts were perfect - larger than a handful, with a gentle upward slope that culminated in puffy, pink nipples. She ran her fingers over them, gently indenting the skin and smiling at my adoring reaction.

When she sat down before me and I began carrying out my duty she squeezed them playfully, pushing them together, pulling on her nipples so that they grew long, even taking them in her own mouth and sucking on them. Then as she looked down at me, for the first time she seemed to realize that I too had breasts worth playing with and she reached out to squeeze them.

It was so incredibly sexy to be touched by her while she moaned. And her touching me made me moan.

Like a girl.

Higher in pitch, and softer than a man. It startled me, as if someone else was in the room that I hadn't noticed, but the sound was coming from me.

The transition in pitch had been so slow that this was the first time I ever noticed it.

Lucy seemed to approve of the transformation.

She pinched my nipple and I mewled again, wanting her to stop torturing me, but also wanting her to pinch harder.

My eyes plead with her to let me out of my cage.

But her eyes told me that pleasure was reserved for her.

She came again, a softer, more drawn out orgasm.

I tried to memorize her face as she was gripped by her climax.

Her small round lips, parted in pleasure. Her eyes squeezed shut as she shook. And the wrinkles in her button nose.

I had never adored her so much.

***

Once we finished she let me know that she was having a friend over for drinks that evening and she wanted me to make some appetizers. She had forgotten to mention it earlier.

I needed to rush to the kitchen and by the time our guest arrived the food was barely ready.

Lucy popped in to check on me at the last minute, "Oh baby doll, your lipstick is a mess!"

It was only then that I realized I was still fully feminized, with her friend moments away from arrival.

She quickly wiped off my chin, and then applied a new coat of her own lipstick, smiling at the results.

"I'm glad you decided to keep it on," she said. "You look so good."

Of course there was a knock at the door - Lucy's timing was always impeccable.

I went to answer it and found a beautiful brunette with curled locks of hair standing in front of me. She was wearing a black top with a plunging neckline, and I couldn't resist a quick glance. She was thin, though not quite skinny, but I spotted the subtle shadows of her ribs between her perky breasts.

"Oh, hi! And wow you really do look like a girl," the woman blurted out. "Hmm, that was a bad introduction. Sorry, my name is Amelia."

"I'm Taylor. Sorry, I don't normally look like this."

"Well maybe you should," she shot back. "You look fucking sexy."

She pinched my skirt and lifted just a few inches.

If I blushed, there's no way she would be able to see it under all of the foundation I had on.

"Well thank you I guess."

"I hear you're an excellent chef."

"I just prepared a few simple appetizers," I responded.

"Amelia!" Lucy broke in, having emerged from the bathroom.

The two women embraced and Lucy escorted her guest to the kitchen table.

I served them both as they relaxed and chatted.

"So, have you been seeing anyone?" Amelia asked. "A guy? A girl? I always thought you'd be happier with a woman."

"No, not seeing anyone. I don't feel like I need to. Taylor meets all of my needs right now."

I felt warm inside and my ears flushed red like I had just taken a long drink of hot, mulled wine. It might have been the nicest thing anyone had ever said about me.

"But what about work functions? Isn't it important in your line of work to have a plus one for fancy dinners and that kind of thing."

"I could bring him if I wanted," Lucy looked at me as she thought it over. "Senior women will sometimes bring maids with them as vanity symbols."

I came by, bending at the waist to refill Amelia's tea, my tiny breasts threatening to spill out over top of my corset as I leaned forward.

"So are you going to lend me your doll while I'm in town?" Amelia asked.

Lucy considered me with a smirk.

"I don't know, I've grown rather attached."

"Well think about it. It's cold at night for a girl who hasn't adjusted to the weather."

She casually reached out and ran her fingers across the skin of my arm.

"Has he taken to his new position?" Amelia asked. "Or should I say 'she'?"

"He for now. We're still working on that. But soon, I hope."

Lucy smiled at me and winked.

***

Lucy came home the next night in a fluster after a long day at work.

Dinner was ready, the home was clean, but she seemed to have something on her mind.

"Is everything okay?" I asked.

"Yes, I just need to finish a report. I've been so busy at work I just couldn't get around to it and now it's the final day."

"Are you sure that's all? You seem a little stressed. I could help you relax before you start writing," I offered.

I not too subtly knelt down before her and kissed her on her knee.

"Not tonight my doll," she said with a tinge of regret.

I was so horny, and so used to having a reward when I saw her, that I felt cheated. I was going to press my luck.

"Please, I've just been thinking about you all day. Dreaming of seeing your legs... your underwear..." and really I was hoping she would play with my breasts, but I never even got to that part.

"Taylor, I really don't have time for this. If you really need to see my legs, go sit under the desk." Her tone had changed from tolerant to frustrated immediately.

This felt like a punishment.

I went and squished myself beneath her desk, right up against the wall.

She served herself dinner and brought it to the desk to eat as she worked.

I still hadn't eaten.

"Can you see my legs from there?" she asked.

"Yes," I replied, half-hoping that she would relent and let me pleasure her while she worked.

"Good. Stay there until I say. You can look, but no touching."

And so I sat while she finished her dinner. She didn't put her plate away, she just kept typing.

Every so often she would part her legs. I don't even know if it was intentional. She would hold the pose for a few seconds and then cross them again, letting me stare at her panties and then taking the sight away from me once more.

I slowly shifted from aroused to despondent. My back ached from my contorted pose.

I counted the clock in her room chime twice while I waited. Two hours.

Finally she stood and walked away from the desk. I thought maybe I was free. But she brought back a plate of food and set it on the ground. She pushed it forward towards me with her bare foot.

There were no utensils.

The food was cold.

And once more my cock pushed against the inner walls of its cage as I submitted to her by eating my dinner in silence while she continued working above me.

When I finally finished eating she finally spoke.

"Are you still hungry?

She spoke without moving, so all I could see were her legs.

"No, I'm fine thank you."

"Are you sure?" and she parted her legs for me slowly.

She stood, and I saw her shimmy her legs and then watched as her panties fell to the floor. She sat back down and then parted her legs again.

"Be quick about it. I need to get this over with so I can focus."

As difficult and awkward as it was, I managed to angle my head between her legs and reach her pussy with my tongue.

I tried to look at her face while I pleasured her, but she was leaning forward over the desk and continued to work.

It was humiliating to kneel there, unable to even make eye contact with her as she ignored me.

For the first few minutes it felt like I was accomplishing nothing. Lucy didn't acknowledge me by groaning or twitching or anything at all.

I persisted until I felt her become more and more wet and her breaths slowed and deepened.

Finally I heard her keyboard stop clacking. I felt her fingers crawl through my hair and she held me tightly.

She moaned several times in succession and whispered the word 'Fuck'.

And then that was it. A sudden, tiny orgasm.

"Lick me dry," she instructed in a cool tone.

I did my best to comply.

Then she stepped back into her underwear and continued working.

I curled up at her feet, my chin still glistening with her cum, and fell asleep.

I woke some time later. Lucy was gone so I wandered to her room groggily and found her changing before bed.

"I'm sorry for bothering you," I started.

Lucy remained cool, but seemed less upset.

"I don't think you realize how precarious your situation is, Taylor. You say you want to stay with me, but if I don't get a promotion, how do you think I can pay for your next contract? Where do you think you'll end up?"

I looked with shame at the ground.

"Even if I get a promotion do you realize how much of my salary I would have to spend to keep you?"

"Yes" I replied.

"You told me when we first spoke that you want to be on 'Team Lucy'. If that's the case then you need to think about how to support me. My body isn't for your entertainment. In fact, in the hierarchy of household needs, my pussy actually comes out way on top of you. Do you understand?"

"Yes mistress."

"Good. Now go to sleep in the closet. You can rejoin me in the bedroom tomorrow."

***

Despite any minor squabbles we might have, Lucy trusted me completely.

I saw her in the most intimate times, fresh from the shower, sleeping at dawn. I dressed her and bathed her when she wanted it. I had a copy of her credit card for household purchases.

And so it was less surprising than you might think when I came across two tiny keys in the corner of her jewelry box.

She had barely even tried to hide them.

For me, this was a major discovery.

Probably Benjamin Franklin was less enthused to discover electricity than I was to come across these keys.

Any woman who had attended chastity school knew to keep your keys on your person.

Now, if I wanted, I could unlock myself and even put them back when I finished.

A repeating freedom.

It had only been a week since Lucy had put me in my place beneath the desk. Things were back to normal, but I would be taking a major risk.

I shut the box. I was better than that.

I went straight to my phone and messaged Lucy.

<i>Found the keys in your jewelry box. I'm gonna put them on the counter so you can find a new hiding place tomorrow. Heading out shopping so I'm not tempted."</i>

My finger hovered over the send button.

And I hit delete instead.

I would do it just once. And then tell her tomorrow. She could hide the keys then. But I would at least have release once in my life with her. She owed me that much.

I checked the clock and saw that I had three hours till Lucy returned from work.

I was going to take my time.

I had been indulging in this fantasy lately about being tied up while submitting to Lucy. It was the kind of elaborate setup she would not be interested in as it would be meant for my satisfaction and not hers.

What extra pleasure could you derive from a sex slave that couldn't move?

So I had never even mentioned it.

I grabbed a zip-tie from our odds and ends drawer.

Then I went to Lucy's laundry basket and looked through her underwear. At first I had thought about using something new, but I was in such a degraded state of mind that only something actually smelling like her would suffice. Yesterday's panties. White with pink stripes.

I then angled her standup mirror to face the bed and inspected myself. I had caved to Lucy's preferences and started applying makeup more frequently - and thankfully today was one such day.

I looked sexy enough to masturbate to myself.

The bar was low, mind you. I could have masturbated to a stick figure with a couple of circles added for boobs.

But my outfit and makeup really did communicate a natural sexuality.

I pulled my blouse down so that my breasts were exposed. I could barely wait.

I unlocked my cage and savored the sight of my cock springing to life all on its own.

I went to touch it and then stopped.

Somehow I wanted this to feel less like masturbation and more like I was being touched by someone else.

I knelt in front of the bed and put a pillow on my knees. By moving my hips I could slide my cock across the top of the pillow.

It felt indescribable. So indescribable that I will spare you the description, except to reiterate how badly I needed it.

I could have thrust a few more times and cum right then and there, but I wanted this to be perfect.

Next I managed to secure my wrists behind my back with the zip ties. I had scissors nearby and though I knew it would be a struggle, three hours was enough time to figure out how to escape.

I tried to move my arms and found myself deliciously restrained.

It was like combining the feeling of being pinned by a wrestler with the feeling of serving Lucy on my knees.

I lowered my face to the panties I had left on the edge of the bed and licked them.

I could still smell her.

Then I slowly moved my hips, dragging the underside of my cock against the pillow.

I moaned out loud.

And that's when I heard the front door open.

I was doomed. There was no time to rescue myself. No time to shrink my erection and put it back in the cage.

So instead of making the situation less embarrassing, I just tried to cum.

I thrust against the pillow again and again.

"Taylor?" Lucy called me from the entryway.

I continued thrusting, distracted and desperate.

"Taylor, come help Amelia with her shopping bags."

I thrust again and again, amazed by my own stamina.

And that's when the girls found me in Lucy's room. Kneeling and humping a pillow.

"Taylor!" Lucy screamed, and I finally stopped moving.

Amelia laughed and slapped her knees.

Lucy looked furious.

My soul wilted in her gaze.

"What the hell do you think you're doing?"

"I'm sorry, I couldn't help myself," I muttered.

"How did he get your keys?" Amelia asked.

"I keep them in my jewelry box," Lucy replied.

Amelia just rolled her eyes.

"You can't get mad at him Lucy. It's like you left a dog alone with a hamburger. What did you expect?"

"Certainly not this," she said, pointing at my predicament.

"How about you just let me jerk him off and then you can go back to keeping him in his cage and never letting him out."

"You can't let him cum, that would be like a reward."

In that moment I was really wishing Lucy would lend me to Amelia, even just for a weekend.

Amelia considered Lucy's response. "What if I ruined his orgasm? It would be exquisitely frustrating. Think of watching him shoot his load all over his cute little tits while he takes no pleasure from it at all. Fuck I could massage it into his skin till it was glistening. We could take photos."

"You can torture him if you like, but no cumming at all. I don't want any nasty boy juices on my bed or carpet" Lucy sat down on the chair as if punctuating her decision with a full stop.

"Fine," Amelia pouted but happily turned her attention to my doomed boner.

"Stand up," she ordered.

On wobbly knees I stood and turned to face them, my hard cock still pointing at the ceiling.

"Oh my god, I can't believe you keep it locked up," Amelia giggled. "It's too small to need a cage. Who could it possibly hurt?"

My cock bounced stupidly in response. I wanted so badly to cover myself but a simple tug against my tied wrists convinced me it was impossible.

I could see my reflection in the mirror that I had set up.

A young woman, her skirt on the ground and her bodice tucked just below her breasts. Her nipples were stiff and flushed, the same color as her burning pink cheeks. Her knees were bent and turned towards eachother, like a girl trying to stop herself from peeing. But everyone in the room knew that what she was really trying to hide was her tiny, erect penis. The shame and downfall of her life.

A long strand of precum dangled from it down to a point where it had attached to the top of her thigh high stockings.

The sight was terribly erotic and terribly confusing.

I wanted nothing more than to kneel in front of that bashful pixie, and take those pink, precious three inches past the cherry gloss on my lips. I imagined sucking on her until she pulsed her hot juices into my wet mouth and then savoring them as they flowed down my throat into my belly.

But nobody was going to give relief to the shivering girl in the reflection.
<hr pg="2" />Amelia instead circled me, dragging her fingernails against the soft skin of my exposed buttocks.

"Taylor, we're going to play a little game," Amelia said as Lucy continued to ignore us. "I'm going to ask you a question, and you're going to give me an answer. If you answer well, then I keep touching you. If you try to hide the truth or just want to skip the question, then playtime is over and you go back in your cage. Understood?"

"Yes." I resigned myself to the game, but still harbored hope that Amelia would tip me over the edge by accident.

"Remember, Lucy has read your file, she might know more than you think. So be honest."

I nodded, still squirming in embarrassment.

"First question. How many girls have you pleasured with your tongue? In total."

"Nine," I responded, my mind leaving its world of fantasy to try and think more shrewdly and bring about the end of my confinement.

"Good" Amelia said and rewarded me by holding my testicles and pulling them up and down, causing my cock to rise and fall. It surprised me how good it felt despite her not actually touching my penis directly.

"Next question: If Lucy left me with your keys for the weekend because of an emergency and she didn't give you any instructions, would you eat me out if I asked?"

Amelia grinned deviously.

"Yes," I offered.

Lucy looked up but kept a poker face as Amelia stroked the shaft of my cock for the first time, eliciting an audible moan.

"What's the meanest thing Lucy could do to you that would still turn you on? And take your time, I don't want to end the session early because you answer poorly."

I did take my time, thinking it over carefully.

"I have a female friend back home. I used to have a crush on her. If Lucy made me undress in front of her, the way I am now. It would be devastating. But I'd be aroused when I did it."

"Hmm good answer. What's her name? For Lucy's reference."

"Isla," I replied.

"Good, I'm sure Lucy can track her down on social media if she decides to. Let's move along... has your cock ever been inside of a woman?"

"No."

"Do you think it ever will?"

I paused.

"No."

All throughout she continued to tease me, touching my straining member with only her fingertips.

"Do you think girls like big cocks or small cocks?"

"Big cocks."

"Do you have a big cock or a small cock?"

"Small cock."

"Say that again, you were mumbling."

"I have a small cock."

She giggled and stroked me with two fingers and I moaned, thrusting my hips into her hand.

"If you could take a pill that would transform your cock into a pussy, even though everyone would still treat you like a slave, would you do it?"

"Yes," I said, knowing how different my answer would have been a few months ago.

"How should Lucy punish you?"

"She should hit me with a cane until I cry" Amelia nodded but Lucy looked unimpressed. "And then keep going," I added.

"That might be a good place to end it," Amelia said with a smile.

My cock twitched uselessly and I wondered when I would see it again.

***

The next morning I woke up early and watched three tutorials for makeup application before attempting it on my own.

Then I made breakfast and put on my best dress before heading into Lucy's room.

I set her serving tray beside her. She was already up, ignoring me, reading her emails on her laptop.

"I brought you breakfast," I said.

She didn't reply.

"Lucy I'm really sorry about yesterday. I looked up a place to buy canes. I can purchase one later for my disciplining if you'd like. We can do it over the couch..."

"I don't hit girls" she responded.

Silence filled the room and I waited for her to continue.

"When I interviewed you, you told me I wouldn't need to discipline you. I was quite hurt by yesterday you know. How you broke my trust."

"I'm so sorry Lucy..."

She cut me off. "I booked an appointment for you today. You can check my calendar for the details. You're going to get a piercing and a new cage. Your lock will go through the piercing and make future escapes more difficult. They say it will heal in a few weeks."

I tried to retain my composure.

"Mostly I think it will be a good reminder for you, for the rest of your life, that your little cock doesn't exist to bring you pleasure, it exists so that women can control you. That's its purpose."

I nodded, tears welling up in my eyes.

"I've spent a lot of time developing your body. Making it into something beautiful. Making sure your little penis is desperate and needy and unfulfilled. That was my property you were playing with yesterday. I paid for it. Do you understand me?"

"Yes mistress."

"Promise me you'll never touch my property again."

"I promise I'll never touch your property again."

"What is my property?"

"My cock is your property."

"Good. That's all for now." She dismissed me. "Oh, and your eye liner is uneven" she finally added before getting up and walking to the bathroom.

***

I'm not sure if you'll believe it, but there was nothing sexy about getting a piercing to keep me permanently in chastity.

Lucy could have sent me to a government clinic, but that would result in some notation on my permanent file that she wanted to avoid.

So instead I found myself getting naked in front of a bony tattooed woman, with dyed black hair and fishnet everything.

I'm sure some guys got hard right before the pain landed, but not me.

She looked bored the whole procedure.

She said 8 weeks to heal at the earliest.

I wondered if Lucy would have forgiven me by then.

I have not been in many relationships, but I have a theory that the worst fights are best resolved by simpling building up sexual tension until it bursts.

Of course I was already at maximum tension. My whole body was like a rope pulled taut in a tug of war. My desire to cum on one side and an unbending chastity cage on the other.

But Lucy was still too angry to be horny.

So I did my best to work on that.

Every morning I woke up and put on my makeup. My goal was to be like the housewife who never let her husband see her without it. And I started wearing some of the clothes that Lucy had never forced me into because she knew they made me too uncomfortable.

The fact is at one point I would have looked ridiculous in them. But not anymore.

One night I was wearing a mostly transparent strapless nightie, bending over a little to clean the kitchen sink, when Lucy approached me from behind.

She must have liked the view because she squeezed my ass, rather roughly.

It was her first time touching me in almost two weeks.

I moaned. That same, high pitched moan that had surprised me once. I hadn't even been trying to seduce her at that particular moment point. Just cleaning.

"Are you being a good little maid?" she whispered hoarsely in my ear.

"Yes" I whimpered.

She spanked me. Not softly. The clap of her hand on my flesh resonated in the apartment.

"Oh my god," I gasped.

She spanked me again, even harder, and I bit my lip suppressing a cry.

She pressed herself tight against my back and I felt her chest rise with her breath. She moved her hands across my body, slipping them under my lingerie to feel my breasts.

"Please don't stop" I whispered.

She continued groping me and then spun me around to face her.

"Show me why I paid so much money for you," she said and then roughly pulled down my strapless nightie, exposing my breasts.

She hoisted me up so my ass rested on the wet edge of the sink, and then took my nipples in her mouth while I squealed, lost in the overwhelming sensation.

She must have surprised herself with her own strength because suddenly she decided to take me in her arms.

I had visions of being carried romantically back to her bed but she stopped in the living room where she set me down on the big area rug in the middle of the floor.

Without speaking she pulled down her skirt and underwear in a single motion, and then moved to straddle my face.

I had never seen her this aroused. Her wetness ran down her leg and I licked it off on my way to where she wanted me.

I planted my mouth on her womanhood and followed her wordless instructions.

She didn't bother to take off her sweater and squeezed her own breasts through the thick cotton as I watched her from below.

She moved her hips without regard for what I was doing. When I tried to stroke her legs with my hands she pinned my wrists above my head and began fucking my face in earnest.

She came quickly the first time, and finally allowed me to perform my duty and lick her pussy.

"Fuck you're lucky you're so good at this," she said threateningly.

By now I knew exactly what she wanted, and I gave it to her.

I was suddenly grateful that my cage kept my erection under control, but even so, the pain of my new piercing blazed as my cock swelled in its bonds.

When Lucy came the second time she remained doubled over, and I gasped again and again, waiting for when she would allow me to fill my lungs with air.

She finally rolled over and lay next to me, staring at the ceiling. I got on my knees and gently kissed her thighs and hips, trying to sense if she needed more.

"I think I said some things that went too far," she said, still looking at the ceiling.

"Everything you said was true," I reassured her.

"Yes, it was. But some things don't need saying."

She stopped there. I knew she was too proud of a woman to actually say sorry.

"I deserved it," I said.

She sighed as I licked her thigh, cleaning it of her juices.

"Lucy," I hesitated, unsure if I should finish my thought. "Maybe you need to increase my dosage."

She sat up on her elbows to look me in the eye as I continued ministering to her.

"Go on," she said with a raised eyebrow.

"I'm too independent for this job. I've always been a bit rebellious, I just never had the strength to do anything about it. The patch helps, I feel more submissive. But I think I need just a bit more."

She was still breathing heavily. But now she wore a look of mischief.

"I don't know if that's a good idea. You'd be even hornier."

"I think you'd enjoy enjoy that though." I responded.

"There might be other physical changes," she went on.

"Would you like them?" I asked.

"Yes, but I don't think you would."

My cock throbbed in agony in my cage.

I took a deep breath.

"You can decide on your own then. Don't tell me. Just do what you want to me."

"You're sure?"

"I just know I want this to work. I don't want anyone else to own me. I want to stay with you."

I kissed the inside of her thigh and she squirmed just a little.

"You want to be my forever doll?"

I nodded and kissed her again.

"Show me you deserve it."

And she guided me back to her pussy.

