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MY STORY ----------------- Chapter 4 : My lucky day?! Does t..
🕑 Added 2023-04-30 13:30:39 +0000 UTC MY STORY ----------------- Chapter 4 : My lucky day?! Does that count as a sissygasm? I could remember it so well. Me, dancing in front of my webcam, my chastity cage bouncing up and down and feeling an orgasm coming. I wanted to stop, but Master made me to continue dancing so I did and the tension kept building up until I stood there, dressed as a girl, having an orgasm through a chastity cage, shaking and dancing at the same time. I also remember feeling very guilty and ashamed. I wanted to get rid of this chastity cage, and get rid of my blackmailing master. I started looking for tools to break it or snap the lock with something, but I couldn't find anything. So, I just decided to order some junk food instead. I know my Master saw me disappear. After my weird orgasm, I immediately closed down my computer and I knew he might be uploading me to the internet while I'm eating that junk food, but I just needed a break. I felt so ashamed. After eating all that junk food, I watched a movie and fell asleep. When I woke up, I said to myself, “I'm going to quit this! I'm going to work out, lift some weights, and pick up my life.” (I was still scared to look on the computer for the consequences of my actions). And that day, I went to the gym, did some bench presses, ate healthy and met up with some friends from school. I had a good day! But the day after that.... I felt my clitty growing in its cage again, and sissy thoughts started to run into my head, “Maybe I should turn on the computer and see what Master did?” I tried to fight the urge, “Come on! Not again! It’s not worth it, I don't want to be a sissy.” This is the curse, the stupid craving I actually didn't want to have! But later that day I turned on my computer... Sure enough, Master had sent me a message. “You fucked up” A few links to videos of me uploaded to the internet, some have over 30 views! I begged him to delete them, and he would but only if I started to obey him again, so I agreed. While all of this was going on, I got accepted for a new job close by! That got me happy, and at my first day at work I noticed a beautiful girl that was my age working there. We had a computer at work, where you could see everyone's name and a calendar to check who takes days off. I only smiled to her at work, but as soon as I got home, I ignored my master's request, and went on and added her as a friend, I messaged her and we started talking. I invited her to come to my place and watch a movie and drink something together, and I swear, she accepted. I jumped up and started to clean up, throwing all my mess under the bed. When I was cleaning and preparing for my date, I paused because I could hear the sound of my chastity cage. I started thinking about having sex with her, but I couldn't. Anyway, worries for later, I continued cleaning! Sure enough, an hour later, my doorbell rang. I opened the door and there she was. She is so unbelievable hot; I was so convinced I would end up in her friend zone ha-ha. But she was the one flirting with me to my surprise! We started watching a movie and she rested her head on my lap. I could feel my clitty growing and pressing against my chastity cage. I told her that she could spend the night here and that I had no issues sleeping on the sofa and that she could have my bed. She laughed and said, “You don't have to sleep on the sofa!” This was my lucky day! After the movie we went to the bedroom, but that's where things got difficult for me. I undressed into my boxers. But she got completely nude, she was so pretty and she clearly wanted me. We started to kiss in bed, and she started to touch me, I tried to keep her hands off my boxers... Before I let her discover “it”, I thought, “At least I should lick her pussy. If she hates it then at least I licked her pussy ha-ha.” So that's what I did. But that only made her hornier, she started begging me to fuck her, suddenly she jumped on top of me and pulled down my boxers and paused.
