Instructions to Follow

I sat down at the computer, slightly nervous and giggling as I opened up my notifications, knowing there would be something left for me. Routine and consistent, in the year that I'd known her, Mistress Katrina hadn't slipped up once. An online Domme, at first starting off as some fun, light play between us, holding keys, sending cute random tasks for me to complete, but it had blossomed into her full and total control over my clit.

Slowly over time we discussed our limitations, interests, and kinks, finding the balance that worked between us. Having much in common, both with our likes and goals, Mistress Katrina soon pressed a more firm approach to my feminisation and training, molding me how she saw fit. I pierced my nipples, put myself on a specific workout routine and diet, as well as completely revamping my wardrobe. Through it all she held my hand, never pushing me into an area I could not handle.

Six weeks ago we took our biggest step yet, sending her my physical key in the mail. I of course had spares in case of emergencies, cleanings, and whatever else life often throws at us, yet not once had I gone against her wishes, wanting her control and ownership more than anything in the world. The first time she sent me a picture wearing it around her neck I nearly came from excitement, so beautiful resting above her breasts.

In those six weeks she had refused to return my key, always saying simply, "Soon, my little doll." I tried not to beg or pester her, but as the weeks dragged on, my clit aching constantly, the aching pulse a new permanent part of my life, I often broke down and whined for her mercy. But Mistress Katrina just soothed my worries, calling me her good girl, offering nothing but the simple phrase, "Soon, my little doll."

I had embraced my feminine side even further having her as my keyholder, often my outfits being far more femme than masculine. Co-workers and friends had commented, but I just blushed, shrugging off their pestering questions, my Mistress and owner kept a secret for now. However, despite my best efforts, I could not stop the smile that she often forced upon my face.

Just like tonight, turning over the beautiful letter Mistress Katrina had sent to me, a wax seal dramatically holding it closed, strict orders on when to open it. She was gone for a conference this weekend, so I knew not to bother her, yet left this unexpected and mysterious surprise, I whined knowing I couldn't open it until tomorrow.

I wore a silky romper, one of her favourites for me, the subtle pink perfect hugging my body, clit pressed against the light fabric. I whimpered, my hand unconsciously rubbing my clit, now aching desperately at the letter I held in my hands, wanting nothing more than to tear it open. But rules were rules, and anything Mistress Katrina said was to be followed to the... letter.

With a huff, I leaned the envelope against the side of my computer, glaring and pouting in its direction as I failed to ignore it. Eventually I headed to bed, whimpering to myself in the darkness as I imagined exactly what was inside of it, never had she sent me anything like this before! My poor clit agonised alongside me, that throb never ending, enhanced from six weeks of denial, unable to cum from anal despite my many attempts over the last few months.

The next morning, as I woke up to that familiar ache between my legs, I nearly leaped towards the letter, breaking the seal sitting in bed, ready to devour its contents.

My little Doll, Rory

I have prepared a scavenger hunt in my absence today, one you will follow exactly word for word, else you will be punished for your tardiness. I will receive reports, pictures, and videos of your journey today, so be on your best behaviour! If my good girl behaves, does what is asked of her, and completes the hunt, then she will be rewarded with the orgasm she's sought after for so, so long.

Your first task is to put on an outfit for me, the one I made you wear the first time you went out for coffee with friends as Rory. I'm sure you still have pictures knowing how much my little slut loves to show off! Do that now before reading further.

I moaned softly to myself, shaking with excitement as I jumped out of bed. Taking a shower, I got myself completely ready, adding some subtle make-up before heading to my closet. I slid some dark nylons up my legs, quite opaque and very light, as it was going to be a bit hot today. Jean shorts followed, hugging my ass and clit perfectly, showing off far more of my thighs than I normally did! Being able to see the outline of my cage always made me ache, so embarrassed to have my secret shown to the world.

After that I pulled a red sweater over my head, cropped to show off a bit of my tummy, the fabric light enough for the summer heat. I still remembered wearing it for the first time, and the blush on my face as my friends gushed over how cute I looked. Black sneakers were the final part to my ensemble, giggling and staring at my reflection in the mirror.

Tearing myself away from admiring how cute I looked, I went back to read the rest of Mistress Katrina's letter.

Your next task is simple. There is a small shop near the main square near you. They sell an assortment of different outfits and clothes, the owner of which I have recently become friends with. You will be there no later and no earlier than 14:00, and ask for Miss Caroline. You will curtsy as a Doll always should, and if she approves of your outfit, you will be given your second task. If not... well better just win her approval to be safe, my little pet.

Mistress Katrina

My eyes lit up as I read it over once more, shaking slightly at the prospect of going to a random store in the middle of town. Hearing my tummy grumble, knowing I had a handful of hours before her little game began, I settled in to do some chores around my little place, as well as sitting down with some breakfast and tea.

I squirmed, staring up at the clock as I waited eagerly to leave. Wanting to give myself plenty of time to find this quaint shop, I got to the town square at 13:00, finding the boutique easily enough, settling into a nearby coffee shop as I waited. I resisted the urge to message my Mistress with pestering questions, knowing she must be grinning to herself picturing the state of her little Doll.

With a deep breath, I strolled through the door at exactly 14:00, seeing a cute and young assistant sitting behind the little counter. I offered her a meek smile, blushing hard as she eyed me curiously up and down.

"Ummm, hi" I said, feeling my clit aching inside of my little booty shorts. "I'm looking for a Miss Caroline?" The young woman grinned, pointing at a door in the back, labelled Office. I thanked her, shuffling closer to knock on the door.

"Come in" a mysterious voice beckoned, opening the door to find a middle-aged woman sitting behind her desk, leaning back as she smirked in my direction. "Ah, you my dear, must be Rory. Right on time, too, your Mistress certainly has you trained well, doesn't she?" I blushed, Miss Caroline verbally mentioning Mistress Katrina the first time my subservience had been spoken out loud.

I remembered to curtsy, standing in front of Miss Caroline's desk, feeling awkward without the skirt I often practised with. "Yes, Miss Caroline, I do my best to be a good Doll for my Mistress." She laughed, standing up to get a better look at me, leaning against her desk with arms crossed over her chest. With a nod of her head, she motioned to a similar looking letter sitting on top of a steel box.

"That's for you, my dear. You passed the first task, as I approve of the cute little outfit your Mistress had you wear." My blush deepened as I thanked her, curtsying once more before I opened the second letter, sitting down in the seat Miss Caroline offered me, having me read it aloud so she could play along.

My little Doll, Rory

So Miss Caroline has given her nod of approval, I expected nothing less from my good girl.

Your next task is an easy one, not wanting to confuse that cute, little head of yours. There is a lockbox sitting in Miss Caroline's office, one only she has the key to. You are to take off that adorable outfit you're wearing, place it neatly inside, and lock the box. No arguments, and no pouting!

Mistress Katrina

I whined, the final words leaving my lips as Miss Caroline laughed above me, placing a sympathetic hand on my shoulder. She had me stand up for a few photos, blushing as I knew they'd be sent off to my Mistress, clit aching at what I was about to do. Squirming, I slowly began to peel off my outfit in front of a woman I didn't know, soon completely naked in her office. With a little squeak, the final demand from my Mistress still in my head, I closed the lock on the box before me, sealing my fate.

Miss Caroline chuckled, offering my ass a few teasing spanks, whimpering softly through each one. "And here I thought for sure you wouldn't do it, my my. Such a good sub you are, Rory." I laughed nervously, thanking Miss Caroline as I played with my fingers together, unsure of what came next. She poked her head out of the office before extending her hand for me to take.

"Come, come! There's no one in the store." I whined, my clit throbbing from the idea of walking out there, but refusing my Mistress was simply not something I ever wanted to do. Soon I was led, blushing all over my naked body, towards the changing area, not daring to look outside. Once behind the curtain, a grinning Miss Caroline offered me the second letter.

My little Doll, Rory

You're doing so well! I'm so very proud of you, dear. I promise Miss Caroline will take good care of you, trust her word as if it is mine.

Your next task, I have worked with Miss Caroline to acquire you a new outfit for tonight, something that reflects your status much more clearly, that of my sissy Doll. Again, just let her do everything, listen to what is requested of you, and be a good girl. Once you are properly dressed, you will head over to this address, and ask for a Miss Nora. Stay strong, Rory, not long to go now.

Mistress Katrina

Again I whimpered, staring at Miss Caroline who continued to grin, taking the letter from my hands to place it to the side for now. She handed me some nylons, slowly sliding them up my legs one at a time, realising that they were crotchless. My clit ached, slightly worried it would be dripping constantly, framed by the transparent black tights, my asshole exposed as well.

"Excellent, they fit perfectly, not too much stretching to fit those big, beautiful legs of yours." Turning around, Miss Caroline offered a cute skirt for me to step into, pleated and black, softly

whining as it slid up my nylons. Sitting comfortably on my waist, I blushed hard as I realised just how short it was, knowing if I bent down at all, or stepped too quickly, then my ass or clit would be exposed.

Miss Caroline offered a smirk, her hands pulling at the skirt until it was where she wanted. Satisfied, she helped a glittery crop top over my head, black and silver, feeling tight to my chest. I blushed, terrified at the knowledge that I'd be leaving the shop wearing such an outfit, as Miss Caroline continued to tweak everything into place.

The final addition were some stiletto heels, seeming far too small for my feet, yet as they slid on I was surprised how well they fit. Miss Caroline watched as I buckled them tight to my ankle, smiling at the finished product that I was, now properly presented as Miss Katrina's sissy Doll.

"Excellent, your Mistress has great taste, Rory." I blushed hearing her words, turning in place for her to give a final check. "Now, before you leave I want to make sure that you aren't going to roll your ankle, so walk up and down the store a few times."

I whined, pleading with Miss Caroline not to make me, but she just grinned, shooing me out from the protective curtain. My clit screamed at me, throbbing beneath the tiny skirt as I slowly pulled them apart, holding my hands to the sides for balance as I walked one foot in front of the other, just as Mistress had trained me.

The shop assistant, who Miss Caroline referred to as Rachel, gasped, her hand going to cover her mouth in shock. I blushed harder, aching as I desperately tried to ignore both her and the large front windows, turning in place to walk back slowly towards Miss Caroline. She just smiled, offering me a little twirl with her finger, glaring at her as I turned once more to do another runway.

Rachel clapped excitedly as I made my way through the store over and over, gaining confidence in my new heels despite the intense blush spread across my face. I posed for more pictures, both women offering me compliments and advice, feeling that worry in the center of my chest begin to melt away. As I stood with my heels together, still aware just how close this skirt was to exposing my excited little clit, Miss Caroline finally let me leave onto my next task, making sure I came back to visit her store.

Those first steps out of the safety of Miss Caroline's quaint little store filled me with nerves, each click of my heel radiating through my body. I ran a nervous hand through my short hair, hand gripping my phone, making my way towards the next address. I felt eyes on me as I walked, my face burning as I desperately tried to ignore them, focusing on stepping one foot in front of the other in my cute new heels.

I breathed a sigh of relief stepping into the shop Mistress had sent me to, my confidence feeling empty after the long walk in public. I quickly noticed that I had been sent to a novelty sex shop, the walls adorned with vibrators, dildos, plugs, whips, and just about anything else a kinky mind could wish for. A woman behind the counter in the center of the store smiled up at me, her eyes instantly sparkling.

"Well, hello there young lady, how may I help you?" I blushed, being referred to as such, walking towards the counter.

"I'm looking for a Miss Nora? My... Mistress sent me." Saying that title out loud nearly made me faint, clit pulsing underneath the tiny skirt. The woman smirked, slowly moving around the counter to get a better look at me.

"Ah, you must be Rory. Katrina informed me of your arrival, sweetie. I, am Miss Nora." I smiled, staring down at my heels as she took my hands in hers. "She didn't mention what an adorable outfit you'd be in though!" I giggled, terrified I'd cum then and there, losing my mind with all these experiences Mistress had put me through.

Miss Nora gripped my hand tighter, offering it a little tug. "Come come, sweetie. I've got a surprise for you in the back." I nodded, quickly following her past a curtain to the back room, an array of items stored and displayed all over. My eyes were wide with excitement as I glanced over everything she had back here, the kinky slut inside of me eager to try each and every single one.

I was led to a wooden stand, more like a giant X than anything, wrists placed in cuffs and connected far apart. Left standing and vulnerable, I whimpered as I felt Miss Nora slide off my little skirt, leaving me exposed in my crotchless nylons. She offered a chuckle as I felt her hands gently rub up and down my ass and thighs, whimpering from being touched.

"Now," Miss Nora began, her hands now wrapped in latex as she continued to explore my body. "Your Mistress requested that I ensure you were an eager and ready little Doll for the remainder of the day." I whined, my body shaking at what exactly that meant, whimpering as one gloved hand slowly slid around my body to grip my clit. "I told her I knew just the thing to force you to be a good girl..."

To emphasise her point, fingers slid easily into my ass, constantly trained at the behest of my Mistress. I rolled my eyes back, pushing against Miss Nora, aching to cum in a manner I had not yet unlocked. My clit tingled with excitement, feeling that familiar but strange sensation spreading through my body. I didn't know what it was, or how it would make me cum, but from my training and self play... I knew that I really, really, REALLY, fucking liked it.

I moaned loudly facing the wall, Miss Nora's fingers mixed with her massaging my clit forcing my mind to simply melt. I throbbed against the cage, legs shaking as I stood there, stuck in place as I was toyed with. She continued to torment my mind, keeping her consistent pace as I couldn't stop the constant excited noises escaping my lips.

"Have you had an anal orgasm yet, Rory?" I whimpered, shaking my head, words seeming to be completely out of reach. She laughed, taking both hands to separate my asscheeks, staring at the little hole she had just widened. "You poor Doll, I can feel how desperate that cute little clit of yours is, with no other outlet for that release..." I nodded hearing her words, whining with desperation as she gripped and spanked my ass.

"Hopefully, this changes that for you tonight, hun." Miss Nora finished her point as a metal plug was pushed against my ass. I shook, moaning and aching as it slid further and further past my ring, stretching it wider than I was used to. She offered me encouragement, spanking my ass as it slowly sank deeper inside of me, until I felt it finally swallowed up by my now aching hole, pulsing hard around it.

The base fit perfectly against me, two curved "handles" fitting right against my skin, feeling the new addition to my body with each movement. Miss Nora patted my ass, calling me a good girl as I giggled, her hand once more reaching around to my clit. "Oh my," she said, rubbing her fingers on the tip of my cage, "someone is dripping excitedly, aren't they?" I whimpered, seeing the endless pre-cum that the plug was forcing out of me.

I was given little to no reprieve, as the plug inside of me began to vibrate, roaring to life as I nearly cried in shock, hanging off my cuffs. Slow and methodical, it pulsed up and down against my g-spot, Miss Nora laughing at how much I liked it.

"Mmmmmm, I told you this might help teach you how to cum, little Doll." I whined, leaning back against her as her hand once more massaged my clit, letting the plug do its work. Over and over the plug vibrated, never too strongly, yet always pulsing, unable to get used to it as I pathetically whimpered under her control. Eventually she took her hand away, offering my ass a few final taps, before I felt my skirt slide up my nylons, plug now hidden away.

Leaving it on, Miss Nora gently undid my cuffs, smirking as she listened to the constant soft whimpers escaping my lips. With her eyes sparkling, she handed me another letter from Mistress Katrina, slowly taking it from her hands.

My little Doll, Rory

I hope you were a good Doll for Nora, she has helped me so often in the past with advice on how to please and handle my little sissy.

Your next task will bring you to a salon, where Susie has agreed to finish off your look before tonight. The plug will remain inside you and on until I determine otherwise, and you will quietly sit through your makeover. If you cum in front of Susie and embarrass me sissy, I promise your punishment will be quite... humiliating. Off you go!

Mistress Katrina

I whined reading her final paragraph, looking up at Miss Nora but she just grinned, thoroughly amused by the terrified little sissy before her. "Just be thankful the plug is on a low setting, sweetie." She offered me her hand once more, leading me to the front door, giving me a final hug of support, before I was once more sent on my way.

My phone shook in my hand, each step sending tiny jolts through my excited clit, constantly staring down to ensure I wasn't leaking out of my tiny skirt. Six weeks of denial and I was a complete mess as the plug tore through my resolve. I had vibrators at home, some Mistress could control herself, so why was this so difficult!!?

I stepped into the salon, my eyes wide with a mix of emotions, instantly a younger blonde woman scooting over to me. "Omg, you totally must be Rory." I blushed, nodding as she giggled, excitedly leading me over to her station. Leaning in, she whispered close. "I'm Susie, and we're going to make you look SO hot for your Mistress tonight, girl." Susie placed a hand on my thigh, squeezing it for support, but all it did was send even more trepidation to my clit, hanging on by a thread from the effects of the plug.

Susie carried on her way, a cute smile spread across her face, having me place my hands on the table so she could see to my nails. I internally groaned as they were covered with a similar glittery silver as my top, knowing I'd have them for weeks. I loved painting my nails, rarely going without it, but certainly not when it was sparkly!

But I sat there silently, listening to Susie chat away, legs slightly crossed as I focused hard on being a good girl, and not cumming like a pathetic little whore in poor Susie's chair. With my nails finished and drying, Susie went about working on my eyes, her adorable round face now far too close to mine.

Don't cum. Don't cum. Don't cum. Don't cum. Don't cum. Don't cum.

I held onto my mantra, gaslighting myself into believing that everyone in the room could hear the plug humming away in my ass. Each time the plug reached the apex of vibration, I internally whined, terrified it would be the one to push me over the edge. For months I tried, really tried to cum, convincing myself something must be wrong with me unable to orgasm anally. Yet, a cute woman working on my make-up, a day out in my humiliatingly sexy outfit, and suddenly my poor clit couldn't control itself!

Pulling away with an excited smile, Susie exclaimed that she was finished, holding up a mirror to show me my new look. I gasped, my lips and eyes fully done up, far more than I had ever been able to do on my own. A dark eyeshadow, along with my eyelashes now far more prominent than I was used to. My lips were a deep, ruby red, intoxicating and inviting, having a difficult time tearing myself from her little mirror.

"Wow..." I blushed, hearing Susie let out a tiny giggle seeing my reaction. I finally looked away from my reflection, staring at the young woman. "Thank you so much, Miss Susie!"

Susie beamed, offering my hand a tiny little squeeze. "You're very welcome, Rory. You have to promise to come back so I can work on you more another day, and I can even teach you some things!" Leaning in, her eyes sparkling, she whispered to me. "I'd love to learn more about your Mistress, and all that it entails!" My blush deepened, feeling my clit ache with excitement at her nervous energy, remembering having that curiosity when it came to BDSM.

"I promise, Miss Susie." I stood up, towering over her as we hugged, Susie leading me out by the arm. At the door, she handed me the next letter, offering a giggling wink as she disappeared back inside the salon, feeling far more confident as I opened my next task.

My little Doll, Rory

Isn't Susie just adorable? She seemed extremely curious about you and I, perhaps in the future we shall see if she wants to join you as my little Doll...

You have one final task to complete for me, making it this far has made me swell with pride, my pet. There is a club called Tonic downtown, a bit out of the way but I am sure you will find it. At the door, you will deep curtsy just how I taught you, keep your head lowered, and use the phrase, 'I am Mistress Katrina's Sissy Doll, and I am here to be of service'. Only then will they lead you in, where I have a surprise waiting for you. A surprise that I believe you will very much enjoy...

Mistress Katrina

I whimpered, my clit aching between my legs, knowing it must be a complete mess by now, as I read the final task. My mind raced at what Mistress had left waiting for me at this club, the sun starting to set as I had been out for all of the afternoon. My body heightened with arousal, knowing I'd cum just standing in the street made up as I was, I let out a stream of tiny little whimpers from my newly painted lips, heels one in front of the other as I walked towards my fate.

My legs burned as I finally stood in front of the club, no sign just a burly looking man standing beside a black door, a latex vest showing off strong arms. He eyed me curiously as I walked up, my heart beating so fast as I followed Mistress Katrina's instructions.

"I-I am Mistress Katrina's Sissy Doll, and I am here to be of service." I blushed, hearing the words coming out of my mouth nearly making me faint, slowly dipping into what Mistress called my 'deep curtsy'. A curtsy was cute, a sign of respect, used to be elegant in a pretty dress or uniform, showing devotion to the person you were serving. A deep curtsy, however, was far more. Pinching my skirt with the tips of my fingers, I lifted up the front as I crossed my legs, exposing my wet and dripping clit, shaking with humiliation as I stood motionless in place.

The guard, or whatever his title was, slowly moved towards me, offering no words as I felt his gaze all over my body. A big hand suddenly moved between my legs, gripping my clit as I shook, whimpering hard from being touched. He squeezed, listening to me moan softly, terrified someone further up the little alley we were in would here. The plug continued to hum inside my ass, the constant threat of making me cum my little heart out ever present.

Taking his hand away, he offered it to my mouth, staring into his eyes as I cleaned off my own cum. I moaned around his fingers, pouring all my desperate energy into the task, losing myself in the moment. After a while he smirked, allowing me to drop my skirt finally, beckoning me to follow. With a sigh of relief, I stepped into the dimly lit hallway, happy to be indoors once more.

Never saying a word, my guide brought me into the main room of the club, my eyes wide with excitement. Latex, leather, straps, hoods, collars, lingerie, all of it was openly on display everywhere I looked. Slaves, subs, Masters, Mistresses, owners, couples, pets, and sissies; I saw it all. I understood why this place was so secretive, people wanting to enjoy and indulge in their kinky lifestyles without judgement or worry, feeling flattered that I was let into this inner circle of trust.

He guided me through the crowd and tables, stopping at a booth. With a little squeeze of my ass, I was left alone in front of a group of people I didn't know, knowing immediately that most of these people were dominants. The look, the pose, the general persona that they emitted, all of which just screamed control, blushing and squirming in front of those stares. Sprinkled between some of them were subs more like me, all sneaking glances when they could as they sat perfectly still beside their owners.

One woman caught my eye more than most, moving along the bench seats until she sat right before me. I gulped, worried what I'd have to do for this stranger, before I saw what was around her neck. It was something I hadn't seen for six weeks in person, yet almost daily in teasing pictures. It was something I used to own, have control over, and use frequently. It was something that I willingly gave away, wanting someone else to have it, wanting to learn how to never need it ever again.

It was my key.

Slowly, I looked up, tears beginning to brim in my eyes as I stared at her, a knowing smile spread across her face, hearing her voice for the first time.

"Hello, my Doll." I beamed, instantly kneeling before my Mistress Katrina, gripping her in a tight hug. She laughed, calling me a silly sissy, her hand gently running through my hair. "I told you it would be a surprise you'd enjoy." I giggled, feeling my Mistress dry the happy tears on my cheeks, cupping my chin in her hand just as I had imagined so many times.

"You were such a good girl for me all day, Rory. I received constant updates on your little adventure." I blushed, hearing the rest of the people at the table chuckle, as Mistress Katrina had me stand up to show off my outfit. No longer self conscious in the slightest, I smiled as I twirled, showing off the cute little skirt and top, using every girly pose I could think of to the encouraging cheers I heard coming from the table.

Placing me on my knees once more, Mistress Katrina pulled something out of her bag in the corner. "There's just one final piece to your outfit, one I wanted to do myself." I whimpered, sitting still as the latex hood slowly slipped over my head, settling in place against my face. Staring up at her, my lips and eyes now framed in black latex, I watched as she took out a sleek metal collar, shaking as it was locked around my neck.

Mistress Katrina leaned in to whisper in my ear. "You're completely mine now, Rory. Through and through. Today you showed me what a good Doll you can be, and I am offering my total ownership, if you wish to accept it." I whined, my clit aching hard as I heard her beautiful words.

"Please, Mistress Katrina. Please, a thousand times yes. I want that more than anything in the world." I whimpered, staring up at her from my knees as she smiled, offering a gentle kiss on my new latex forehead.

"It's settled then, my sissy Doll. Starting with that collar you now wear, like your little cage, will never be coming off." I whimpered, shaking with excitement, feeling that next shift in our relationship and dynamic. I raised a finger to gently run along the metal, a new permanent part of my body, a physical manifestation of my devotion to my Mistress.

Standing up, clipping a leash to my new collar, Mistress waved to her friends before offering me a little tug, quickly following behind her towards the back of the club. Led to a dark room, a dungeon of sorts with an assortment of different straps and hooks sticking out of the walls, Mistress stripped me of my glittery top and skirt, blushing hard as she wrapped a waist corset around me, tightly clipped shut.

Placing leather cuffs on my wrists, she raised them above me, clipped to the ceiling, stuck in place. Spreading my legs, she placed each ankle in a spreader bar, feeling myself losing further control of my body, shaking and moaning from all of it mixed with the effect of the plug. Satisfied, Mistress Katrina moved in front of me, staring up as I whimpered away, feeling her hands on my clit.

"Is someone finally eager to cum for her Mistress?" I whined, nodding as I felt my clit ache, desperately needing some form of release, unable to even talk as my mind was overcome by the denial and need coursing through my body. She smiled, offering her fingers for me to clean off, before moving behind me and carefully sliding out the plug, leaving me empty yet almost relieved.

One of the Dom's I saw at the table followed us into the room, his own pet crouched down at his feet. Wearing a cage as well, the sub was directed to kneel before me, their hood bright pink, with two blonde pigtails coming out the top. Beautiful bright blue eyes stared up at me, eagerly awaiting the next orders from her Master.

Mistress returned behind me, gripping my thighs as a cock slid inside my ass, forcing me to throw back my head and moan like a whore, my legs quivering from feeling her fuck me. At the same time, the pink sub beneath me wrapped her lips around my clit, barely moving but trapping it in place.

Standing on a box so I was no longer towering over her in my heels, Mistress Katrina gripped my head in one hand, pulling it back as she growled into my ear. "You are mine now, Rory, and I want to see my Doll cum on my cock." I shook, nearly screaming as she held onto my hips tightly, her thrusts increasing as I cried into the air with desperation.

Six weeks of denial, of teasing, of edging, of playing with my ass, all led to this moment, controlled in the arms of my amazing Mistress. Feeling her firm, commanding grip on my body, the big cock she'd chosen to fuck me with, the aggressive pumping into my sensitive, well-prepared ass, it was a pleasure to submit to the final request of my Mistress, offering a silent scream as I finally came.

My entire body quivered as I felt my orgasm rip through my body, clit erupting into the mouth wrapped around my cage. I heard my Mistress offer words of encouragement, but my mind couldn't make out anything but the euphoric grip I was currently held in. Jets of cum, followed by little squirts left my clit, while I succumbed to my orgasm over and over, seeming to never end as her cock continued to melt my mind with her thrusts.

I whined, whimpered, moaned, cried, begged, and shook as I rode through my release. Hanging in my cuffs, needing the support to stay upright, I giggled and laughed as I came down from the incredible experience, continuing to shake from the effort of such an intense orgasm. Mistress Katrina offered my ass a few spanks, so proud of her sissy Doll.

Taking her cock out of my ass, she replaced it with the plug, once more humming softly inside of me. Slowly, she unclipped my wrists, both my Mistress and the mysterious Master helped lower me to my knees, face to face with the cute sub with her mouth open, eyes sparkling as she showed off all my cum in her mouth.

Mistress Katrina bent down, her lips pressed to my ear. "This is Lois, Master Damien's wife. I want you to thank her for helping with your release, Rory." My wrists still cuffed, resting just above my clit, I happily moaned as I leaned forward, kissing Lois deeply, feeling her gently push my cum into my mouth. We swapped back and forth, making out around my cum over and over, until it dripped down our hoods, our lips coated in cum.

I giggled, blushing along with Lois as we finally pulled apart, her husband and Master cleaning off his toy with a wipe. Mistress thanked him as he left, leaving us alone in the tiny dungeon, still catching my breath from all that had happened. She pressed me to her crotch, whimpering as my head was pulled back, staring up at her.

"You're going to make the perfect little Doll, Rory. I have so much to teach you." I beamed, my cuffed hands reaching out to rest on her legs, wanting to hug my Mistress. She just smiled down at me, taking out a cloth to wipe me down, handing it to me so I could clean up the mess our little makeout session had left.

After I was finished, Mistress Katrina returned my clothes to me, once more blushing in the cute little outfit. Kneeling in front of her, she showed me a new necklace I hadn't seen before, a gold heart that turned into a key now hanging against her chest.

"This," she said, holding the pendant closer so I could see it, "is your new key, Rory. A symbol of devotion, and a pivotal part in being my doll." Taking out my actual key, holding it in both hands, Mistress stared down at me, ensuring she had my full, undivided attention... before snapping it in half.

I squeaked, terror in my eyes as I stared up at her, my clit already aching from seeing such a display. Mistress Katrina drank it in, smiling at the scared little Doll before her, kissing my forehead once more.

"You will of course still be allowed to be unlocked for cleanings, emergencies, and other aspects that life throws at us." Mistress cupped my chin in her hand, listening to me softly whimper constantly being under her spell. "But you will never cum outside of that cage ever again, my sissy. Ever." I whined, seeing the conviction in her eyes, seeing the symbolic key around her neck, knowing how real this truly was.

Clipping the leash to my collar, I was led back to our table, still in a bit of a daze and shock, leaning against my Mistress. I eventually came around out of my submissive haze, chatting with her friends, learning more about them and their lives. The rest of the evening was far more casual, filled with laughter and drinking, Mistress Katrina constantly running her hands over my legs, or through my hair.

I kept a blush on my face all night, unable to stop smiling knowing I was now owned, now fully under her control. I knew Mistress had many more plans for me, training tasks to put me through, and humiliating experiences to laugh at, all of which I was excited and eager to perform for her. My clit ached between my legs, but unlike before, it wasn't met by an eagerness, awaiting my next unlock.

Now, it was simply a reminder of who I truly was, a constant companion to help guide me in becoming the perfect Doll for my Mistress.