Don't Cum for Me

Victoria screamed, clutched onto my head as she came, feeling her pussy quiver against my tongue. I stared up, eyes glued to her as she rode her orgasm, slowly becoming one of my favourite sights in the entire world. Her right leg was thrown over my shoulder, her left threatening to give out, holding her in place as her body twitched, lost in the euphoria of her release.

I waited until Victoria had calmed, her breath returning to her, before I teasingly planted a tiny kiss on her clit. She squealed, pulling away as she playfully slapped me, seeing the big grin on my face.

"Fucking BRAT!" I giggled, cheeks blushing whenever she called me that, Victoria unable to remove the smile from her face when trying to scold me. Instead she just held my face, leaning down to gently kiss me, those eyes melting me as I knelt there, my caged clit throbbing from the whole experience.

Deciding to return the favour, Victoria brought me over to the bed, leaning against her as I whined, her hands so easily turning me into a whimpering mess as soon as they found my clit. Teasing, rubbing, she basked in what it was doing to me, what it always did to me being under her control, these rare nights we shared such a magical experience.

You see, Victoria absolutely adored girly, femme Rory. Since the first time I presented myself as her to a friend group, she was enthralled. However my more masculine side she struggled with, from an internal struggle or pain that I never asked for her to share. That was her story. So, for a while we had these small moments, nights out, girly evenings, always showering me with praise and adoration that I couldn't help but soak in.

The other issue she had was penises. Victoria hated penises. The look, the touch, smell, ascetic, their very existence, you name it. Despised the things to no end, as I learned from her many tipsy lectures. Which was fine, I certainly didn't get it... I found them absolutely wonderful, both mine and others, but we all have our thing.

So imagine, if you will, the excitement and joy, the revelation she had, the mind blowing realisation, the sexual epiphany Victoria went through when she discovered chastity. It was an accident really, helping me get ready one night she leaned in and grazed my cage with her hand. When she pressed me about it, I gave in, finding myself at her apartment later that night to tell her all about it.

Naturally, being a giant nerd, Victoria went home and researched them. Researched. I do not use that term lightly, showing me studies, pictures, blogs, all the while a quite dangerous excitement brimming in her eyes while I just sat there, smiling politely through her rant. She questioned me about everything, her new obsession needing to be fed.

So we explored, we tested. I told her I needed a few days usually of wearing it to get into that submissive, feminine mindset we both loved so much, but wasn't able to wear it much longer than that. Mostly due to the physical limitations, but also just mentally difficult, finding an ebb and flow system far healthier for my personal satisfaction.

The first time she had me over I couldn't stop giggling at her face, like being studied by an anthropologist. Victoria used straps and cuffs to keep me in place, more so for her own peace of mind, before lifting up the cute skirt I had brought with me to investigate. Wide, excited eyes met with mine as she carefully ran a shaking hand over my cage, my whimpers only emboldening her further.

She loved it. Loved how squished it was. Loved the little straps keeping it snug to my body. Loved that it was pink. Loved the noises it forced out of me. Loved how full and achy my balls were from days of being locked and denied.

It didn't take long for me to fall into that submissive haze, Victoria a natural in nurturing it. She taught me how to make her cum, what she liked, keeping me on my knees as she towered over me, moaning into the air. I loved it, the feeling of pulsing between my legs while watching her cum, feeling her body as it gave in to the orgasm denied to me. Shivers, literal shivers.

However, Victoria definitely pouted whenever I came. She always knew, could immediately tell the next time I saw her, those sad eyes almost breaking my heart. She never said anything, was still friendly, but I could see her disappointment. Every time I left her apartment after a night of fun, she would say farewell to her good girl, knowing it might be a while before she saw Rory again.

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I giggled as Victoria fussed over me, blushing from being just in the stockings and garters she had rolled up my legs. Refusing me panties, I softly whimpered as the matching dress was slipped over my head, resting perfectly against me. It certainly looked better on her, but I didn't mind, feeling incredibly cute wearing the same thing as her, especially seeing that familiar look in her eyes.

She watched as I slipped into my heels, soon standing up as she grinned, hands shifting the dress so it sat perfectly against me, before taking my hand in hers. I whined, my clit aching from this treatment, as she pulled me down for a kiss, feeling myself being led out into the living room, helplessly following along.

We chatted over some drinks, her hand often resting on my thigh, barely able to think let alone talk, the smirk on her face seeming to enjoy my difficulties. It was only slightly terrifying how quickly Victoria was learning how to control me, finding all my buttons, all the things that just made me melt in her hands.

After a time, Victoria moved over to straddle my hips, sitting on top of me. I softly moaned as she slowly pulled up my dress, staring into my eyes as she rubbed my poor clit, the constant pulsing now just a given anytime I was over here. Smirking, I watched as she pulled her dress over those beautiful hips, her glistening pussy lowering to rest on my cage.

One hand in my hair, the other placed on my chest, Victoria slowly grinded against me, moaning against my mouth. I could barely breathe, the sensation of feeling her pussy against my clit making me shake, throbbing uncontrollably. She moaned, kissing me over and over as she moved her hips, my cage soaked from her own excitement.

Victoria laughed, teasing me as she had to stop several times, breathing heavily and terrified I'd cum. I couldn't stop blushing, smiling and humiliated every time, easily the strongest sensations I had felt being her good girl. I loved it, begging her to not stop, promising to try and control myself. She eagerly continued, seeming to enjoy herself just as much, those dangerously beautiful eyes glinting with excitement.

With a low growl, Victoria dragged me to her bedroom, our dresses discarded as she pinned me to the bed, pussy shoved in my face. Her legs held down my arms as she moaned, arching her back as she rode my face, worked up from teasing me earlier. It didn't take long before I felt her pussy quiver against my lips, listening to her cum, her entire body seeming to flush, tightening through her orgasm.

Such a beautiful sight.

Victoria sighed with relief, sliding down to rest beside me, laying her head on my chest. I whimpered as her hand moved down to rub my clit, cupping my full balls in her palm. She squeezed and rubbed, giggling from the noises it forced out of me, knowing full well she could feel the pulsing and throbs I could not control.

Recovering, Victoria slid her pussy onto my face once more, turned around so she could continue teasing my clit with her hands. I whined into her pussy, going insane from being toyed with, licking dutifully as she pushed hard against my tongue.

Her moans grew louder once more, squeezing my cage harder as I licked, feeling that familiar tensing of her pussy. I whimpered as she smacked my clit, body quivering as she came for the second time that night, the sting between my legs not stopping me from pleasing her, completely enthralled in my role of being her good girl.

Victoria lifted off my tongue, laughing through her smile, voice dripping with relief. She offered my clit a few more taps and squeezes, before flipping herself around to rest against me, planting a few kisses on my lips.

"Oh fuck me," she said, placing a hand on her chest while she caught her breath. "That was fun."

I giggled, sharing the sentiment despite the pulsing I felt in my clit, my eyes filled with nothing but devotion as I stared up at her, casually sitting on my chest. Victoria sighed, slowly sliding down to lie on top of me, her hot and satisfied pussy resting dangerously close to my cage.

Tracing her finger over my cheek, she stared into my eyes, a stern look falling over her beautiful face. "I have a favour to ask you," she said, captivating my every attention.

"I know you can't wear it all the time," Victoria said, emphasising her point by rubbing her pussy on my cage once more, still sensitive as her body shook from the movement. I whimpered, hanging onto her every word, my body feeling like it was on fire.

"I know you need breaks," her hot breath imprinted on my skin, once more so easily hanging onto every word.

"But, I want you to try one thing..." I stared up into those big, eager eyes.

She leaned in, so close to my face, her breath tingling my skin as she spoke. "Don't cum for me."

I whimpered, my eyes going wide from her request. Those eyes dug into me, not letting me escape, that slow grinding against my clit driving me insane. Victoria ran her hand through my hair, staring as she watched me process her request.

"Take off the cage, do whatever you need to do," she leaned in, biting my ear as I whined, shaking from the intensity of the situation. Her hand reached down to my clit to emphasise her next point, smacking it with each word.

"Just. Please. Don't. Cum. For. Me."

I could barely breathe, completely wrapped up in her presence, submission tearing through my resolve. I whined in protest but she just stared, watching me as I internally squirmed, waiting for my answer. Her eyes softened slightly, planting the tiniest kiss on my lips.

"Please? I can't wait so long in between playing with my good girl." I could barely breathe, seeing the desperation, the eagerness splashed across her face, that genuine request as she stared at me with those beautiful eyes, any form of protest I tried to come up with completely shattered in my mind.

Defeated, I barely whispered my response, almost hoping she didn't hear it. "O-okay, I won't".

Victoria's eyes grew even wider with excitement, sitting us both up so she could sit in my lap, hugging me tightly as she squealed.

"Promise!" she said, holding my face with both hands. "Promise me you won't cum."

I whined at her, but that infectious excitement wasn't going anywhere any time soon. Sighing, already cursing myself, I did as she asked. "I promise I won't cum."

She squealed with happiness once more, hugging me tightly as I sat there, still feeling her perfect pussy resting against my cage, whimpering into her ear. Victoria pressed down on me for more kisses, my clit pulsing away to punish me for my promise, the beaming smile on her face not dissipating in the slightest as we both slowly drifted off to sleep.

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For a full week, I resisted cumming for her. A frustrating, exhaustive week. I took the cage off for work, going out with friends, showering, all these parts that I normally found frustrating, ruining the immersion of being in chastity. But I made sure to wear it wherever I could, when my mindset encouraged me to do so, sharing it with Victoria as she beamed, so happy to see it on me.

But it certainly was tough.

Victoria was right about one thing though: not cumming made sliding into my feminine persona so much easier. Typically it was very evenly split, enjoying both aspects of myself, ebbing and flowing from one to the other. However over a week of denial and Rory just so easily took over, dressing up far more at home and in public, wanting to feel pretty. And she praised and cheered me through all of it, always demanding pictures.

I couldn't deny how great it felt making her happy, despite the frustrations I felt doing so. I even wore the cage out one night, something I almost never did, constantly pulling down my skirt and blushing, terrified someone would find out.

Each night she'd check in with me, making sure I was okay, asking for certain pictures as I happily dressed up for her. My clit screamed for attention, which in turn made me so desperate to fulfill her wishes, so happy to have an outlet for all these emotions. Victoria happily gave me it, nurturing that feminine energy that she loved to play with.

When we could finally be together again, I shook with all sorts of excitement as I headed over to her place. Rory fully in control, I had gone all out, slipping into a pink showgirl costume I wore last Halloween. Victoria had beamed seeing me in it the first time, unable to keep her hands off me all evening while I blushed incessantly.

I tightened the internal corset as best I could on my own, trying desperately to ignore the constant pulsing in my clit, now wrapped up and evidently on display. With long, graceful strides in my heels, I walked up towards her building, failing to ignore the constant stares I felt resting on my body.

As Victoria opened her door, she squealed, having me turn around to show off what I'd worn in her hallway, begging her to let me in as my face burned with humiliation. She finally did, grinning as I walked into her lair, playfully playing with the frills and skirt that wrapped around the back of my costume.

I posed exactly how she requested, whining at where those photo's would be shared. I could feel how tight the fabric was on my cage, let alone how evident and prominent it was, each defining feature openly displayed. Being denied this long was certainly dangerous for what it pushed me to do...

Victoria, however, disagreed. She praised me, calling me brave, her good girl, hands unable to stop running over every part of me. I whimpered through it all, softly moaning as she claimed me, enjoying my feminisation to the fullest.

"See!" she said, hugging me once more for effect, "not cumming is so good for you!" I blushed, unable to come up with a compelling argument in my current state, almost sure I was leaking through my outfit at this point. But Victoria just giggled, continuing to rub my clit and tights, watching me fall effortlessly into that submissive space, big eyes waiting to be told what to do.

How to be her good girl.

She answered for me, helping me to my knees, stepping out of her leggings to show me a wet, eager pussy. I was pulled in aggressively, hearing her moan instantly as my tongue connected with her clit. Victoria groaned as she pressed my nose against her, pinned in place while I tried to service her through being handled so roughly.

I whined as I felt her cum so easily and quickly, shaking against my tongue. I watched her legs quiver, threatening to buckle as she pulled away, a big smile spread across her face. Despite the injustice, my own orgasm currently trapped in a cage, underneath some lycra and sparkles, I joined her in smiling, unable to not take pride in making her cum.

Grinning, she pulled me towards the couch, sitting in my lap while we kissed, her pussy rubbing against my cage. I whined, shaking from the need that radiated through my body, unable to verbalise how much I wanted to cum, knowing it was ever present in my eyes. Victoria greedily stared at me, through me, savouring in that need, that desperation coursing through my veins.

By the time she dragged me to her bedroom, my costume was completely soaked, a mix of both of our excitement. Victoria refused to take it off me, once more pulled between her legs as she moaned, biting into one of her pillows. Over and over I licked her, stopping for breaks and liquids, watching her cum repeatedly while I simply throbbed, my mind a foggy haze of frustration.

As Victoria lay there in exhaustion, resting her head on my chest, her hand couldn't stop cupping and teasing my clit. She listened to the chorus of whimpers it forced out of me, each one putting a bigger smile on her face. I was in agony, a beautiful agony of my own creation, desperately hoping for those beautiful words of permission I achingly needed to hear.

But as she looked up at me, as those eyes locked with mine, the fire behind them, the determination as she felt the ache in my poor clit... I knew I wouldn't be cumming. I knew I couldn't refuse her request. I knew I loved her control. I knew I loved the headspace I was in despite its cost. I knew.

She stripped me out of my costume, all the little accessories carefully put away in my bag, soon wearing a little nightie I'd brought with me. Victoria held me tight against herself all night, hand never leaving my cage, soothing her poor girl as I shook, whimpering into the night.

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Each night I lay there, whimpering to myself as I softly rubbed my cage, feeling that constant ache that I was struggling to hate. It was frustrating, often excruciating, yet also soothing, comforting, and welcoming. It felt... right, a constant battle of ebb and flow, but one I felt right at home in.

Victoria didn't help at all, constantly hinting at what she was going to do to me. Or with me. I couldn't help how much I enjoyed being her girl, her feminine plaything, that eager smile she spread over her beautiful face. And her eyes, oh those eyes... filled with an eager, excitable energy as she stared down at me, drinking in the sight of my leaking, throbbing cage.

Even in my more masculine moods, the urge to serve her, to wear this accursed cage, to throb and ache for her amusement had increased significantly. I still took it off for sports or the gym, but I found myself compelled to wear it more and more. Shopping, casual walks, work, and of course sleeping: the cage now accompanied me through it all. Somehow addicted to the very thing driving me insane.

Yet somehow I didn't cheat even once. No playing, no stroking, I even stopped trying to meet new people, almost feeling wrong without Victoria's permission. When I told her this she laughed, making me blush as I was teased, saying she liked the idea of me needing her approval to have sex. Although if she had it her way, I'd never be freed from this cage ever again.

Shivers...

By the time she invited me over for what she referred to as a special occasion, I was a complete mess. Every morning I found myself leaking, just a constant stream while I strained in my little cage. I felt the ache in my clit all day, every moment it was a part of me. Coming home from work that night, I excitedly set about getting ready to meet Victoria.

She had been thorough in what she wanted me to wear. I shaved the night before in preparation, my body smooth as I excitedly ran trembling hands up my legs. First, I slipped the lacey black thong in place, feeling it gently split my cheeks. My cage sat perfectly in the little pocket, blushing at the outline that showed, unable to stop myself from a few teasing rubs.

Next I slid one of my favourite pairs of stockings up my smooth legs, the seams in the back perfect after my constant fussing. Stay-ups, the strips of sticky fabric making them hug my thighs, already feeling so cute and feminine, unable to avoid many looks in my dressing mirror.

I placed a corset around my waist, more shapewear than anything, giving me a bit more curve than I typically had. Afterwards I couldn't help smiling as I held the dress Victoria had requested me wear, something she'd bought me a while ago, thinking it would be pretty on me. It slid over my head, the thin fabric barely a whisper as it settled on my body, hugging me in all the right places.

Teasing my stocking tops, I knew with each step they would flare, just enough to grab attention. I whimpered into my bedroom, feeling my clit react to wearing such a pretty dress. Her pretty dress. Typically I'd be terrified wearing this outside of the safety of my home, but not now. Now, I wanted nothing more than to show off for her, to be her pretty little plaything, to be her good girl.

I finished my make-up, just some light touches, knowing Victoria would add things as she wished to her liking. Placing my phone and wallet into a small clutch, I slipped into my heels, offering my mirror a final view of the feminine toy I had turned myself into, my heart pounding as I closed the door, heading towards an anticipated and mysterious evening.

Victoria had requested I take the bus tonight to her place, wanting me to soak in the experience of being dressed for her. I took pictures along the way, her textual praise making me beam and blush, trying to not draw attention to myself. As I walked towards her building, heels clicking so beautifully off the sidewalk, I could barely breathe from my excitement.

She waited for me at the stairs, a big smile beaming on her face. I squirmed as she happily laughed, desperately trying to ignore that powerful and constant pulse I felt in my clit. Victoria made me pose for pictures outside, burning with shame as people walked past while she just grinned, reveling in my emotions.

Finally taking pity on me, she took me upstairs, hand-in-hand, quickly ending up in my lap while we kissed. She moaned against my lips, her hand reaching underneath the flimsy dress, whining as she rubbed my cage, panties already wet from my excitement. When she pulled away to stare down at me I was in that familiar fog, ready to do anything for her, needing her.

Victoria's eyes reflected as much, seeing that I was once again just her plaything, her sissy. She took my hand and had me kneel before her room, eyes cast down while I waited for her to get ready. As she did she asked me how I was feeling, made me divulge all the emotions I had been struggling with or embracing over the past few weeks. I was an open book, terrified to tell her how much I'd enjoyed it all.

The excited giggle I received instilled me with fear, knowing how much she wished to keep me this way. As if I didn't already know, the amount of pictures I received of her beautiful pussy after cumming, the knowledge that I was trapped and locked away for her just adding intensity to her own orgasms. Weirdly that gave me a sense of pride, knowing my suffering led to her pleasure, helping push through those harder moments.

Victoria's finger broke me out of my internal trance, slowly lifting my eyes up to meet her. I nearly buckled, whining with excitement as I saw her outfit for the evening. A beautiful leather corset, snugly wrapped around her waist, pussy bare and exposed, legs covered by fishnet stockings, the tops matching leather with the corset. A subtle, beautiful touch.

And the gloves... oh the gloves. Black latex, wrapping all the way past her elbows, sitting perfectly against her skin. I still didn't know exactly why they made me weak, but I couldn't help but stare, whimpering as she smirked down at me, so perfectly using my fixations against me.

"Are you ready to be my good girl, Rory?" Victoria asked, her finger trapping me in place, those firm eyes locked onto mine, only able to softly moan in response. She just smiled, seeing my answer written in the expression on my face, her finger playfully pulling down my bottom lip.

I moaned eagerly as her pussy was shoved into my face, already wet from the anticipation of the evening. My clit screamed, throbbing beneath my dress as I licked her, eagerly wrapping my tongue around her, needing to feel her cum. She ran her gloves through my hair, gripping tightly while she moaned above me, leg quickly finding itself thrown over my shoulder.

Victoria's grip tightened, her moans grew to the verge of becoming screams, feeling her pussy tense up for the impending orgasm. I whined, licking exactly how I'd been taught, wanting desperately for her to cum, to serve exactly how she needed her plaything to do so.

The shivers, the leg quivers, the catching of her breath, the dancing of her clit against my tongue... all of it such a welcomed experience as I watched her orgasm, finally groaning as she finally found her voice once more. I moved my tongue to her pussy, knowing her clit would be too sensitive, running it through her wet folds as she moaned appreciatively, holding me in place as she recovered.

I would never tire of making her cum.

With a deep breath, her chest flushed while she excitedly laughed, Victoria lowered her leg to stand before me, adoration spread across her face.

"Fuck me, you're good at that now." I blushed from the praise, my clit pulsing against my thong, nearly shaking with excitement as I waited, waited for whatever she wished of me. Helping me stand, Victoria stripped me out of the beautiful dress, her hand teasingly snapping my thong with a smile, before she removed that from me as well.

Leading me to the bed, I could only whimper as her latex hands rubbed my clit, offering my tongue the leaking pre-cum I no longer could control. Straining, throbbing, I moaned into the air as she rubbed and teased my cage, the source of both my frustration and my excitement for the evening.

Victoria took out some rope and cuffs, watching helplessly as she lifted my legs up to be tied behind me, bent over and stuck in place on her bed. She cuffed my arms slightly underneath me, my ass resting slightly against them. Spread, exposed, and vulnerable, I watched as she rested on my ass, staring down at me with delight, her hands continuing to fixate on my cage.

A constant stream of moans and whimpers left my mouth as she toyed with me, pausing only to wipe my leaking excitement on my tongue. I was a throbbing mess, cage pulsing with a need I'd never felt before, staring up at Victoria while she drank in my expressions, hungrily meeting my gaze with her own, savouring this moment.

With a smirk, I watched a lubed finger disappear into my ass, my eyes going wide with excitement. In and out, coating me, it didn't take long for two more to join the first one, groaning from being stretched, my g-spot being tickled, body quivering from being fucked.

But Victoria had much bigger aspirations than her fingers, waving a dildo in front of me as she coated it in lube, before it easily slipped inside of me. My moans intensified, pushing against it eagerly, feeling slide against my g-spot far more properly than her fingers. I felt that familiar tingling in my clit, shaking with need, wanting more.

Her other hand returned to my cage, moving the dildo in and out while she rubbed. Victoria's final surprise came as the dildo roared to life, vibrating inside my now stretched out and eager hole. I could barely breathe, the mix of sensations tearing my mind apart, only able to stare up at her while I was toyed with.

"I changed my mind, Rory," Victoria said, an intensity in her eyes I instantly longed for. She leaned down, kissing my lips gently, before leaning in further to whisper in my ear.

"I want you to cum for me, after all."

The vibrator turned up, her hand thrusted it deeper and harder inside my ass, her grip on my cage tightening, aimed perfectly over my body. I moaned, I shook, not used to being stimulated in such a manner, a confusing chorus of emotions churning inside of me. Through it all Victoria's voice led me through, echoing in my mind, leading me where she wanted me to go.

I want you to cum for me.

I heard it over and over, felt it in my clit.

I want you to cum for me.

Weeks of wanting to hear those words, wanting to be freed from my cage.

I want you to cum for me.

Feeling the nylons on my skin, the corset hugging my body.

I want you to cum for me.

Seeing that beautiful, domineering face staring down at me expectantly, demanding her wishes be met.

I want you to cum for me.

I felt that sensation grow, heighten, expand, surge forth, explode through my body. It pushed past any normal sense of an orgasm I had ever experienced, my mind seeming to shatter as my clit throbbed, unable to speak or even breathe as I did exactly what she asked.

I erupted out of my cage, crying through the intensity of my orgasm. I felt myself covered in cum, my clit sending bursts and jets of cum again and again while the vibrator tore them out of me. My legs quivered in the air, tightly held in place, shaking as Victoria squeezed my balls, demanding every drop of cum to leave my body.

Blinking away tears, exhausted, elated, and about seven other emotions I couldn't describe, I finally felt the vibrator leave my ass. Breathing heavily I stared up at my friend, whispering thank you over and over again, unable to think as I twitched, trying to recover from such an incredible moment.

Victoria grinned down at me through it all, always rubbing, gripping my thighs as she teased me with supportive words. Playfully, she helped clean me off one finger scoop at a time, happily sucking what was given to me, my lips coated with the taste of my own cum.

Eventually she freed me, both cleaning up and showering, not even unlocking my cage. Exhausted, I snuggled against her, back in my thong as I rested, her hand brushing through my hair.

"So," Victoria said, staring down at me, "ready to start wearing that cute little cage more of yours for me?" I giggled, hugging her tighter in response, not really in a place to be verbal.

Internally I knew I would, knew I could trust her with this side of myself, knew it was what I wanted. Being stuck in this cage for my friend didn't seem so terrifying anymore, nor did embracing my feminine side for her adoration and amusement. I had gotten a true taste of what it was like to be her little plaything, what it truly meant to give up control.

And the only thing I wanted... was more.