chasteandimpure: ComparisonsSissy had never felt so exposed as she lifted her skirts. Mistress’ da
chasteandimpure: Comparisons Sissy had never felt so exposed as she lifted her skirts. Mistress’ date gasped as her cage was revealed. “Wow it looks so confined,” he said with a wry smile. “Well that’s the whole point,” said Mistress, reaching down to cup Sissy’s balls, displaying the cage to him. “I don’t want her getting too excited. She spurts so easily. This way I can keep her in check. Control her through her arousal.” “Surely she cant get aroused in that thing,” he said stumbling over the feminine pronoun a little, as if unsure of referring to her husband that way, despite the maid’s dress and make-up. “Oh she is quite aroused now,” said Mistress giggling a little. Sissy could tell she had been drinking this evening. “She doesn’t usually fill the cage like this.” He laughed heartily, tossing his head back. Sissy flinched at the deep booming sound as it reverberated around the small hallway. “Wow you said I was bigger than hi…” He paused and corrected himself, looking Sissy up and down with a dismissive glance. “Than her, when we were in the car, but I figured you were just flattering me to get into my pants.” “I was already in your pants silly,” said Mistress uncharacteristically blushing. “But I don’t think we should talk about such things in front of the staff.” She turned to Sissy, composing herself and adopting her usual stern demeanour. “Sissy, fetch Hank a beer and bring me a glass of wine. We will be in the lounge.” Delightfully demure photo provided by @slssyb0y -- source link