The stream ended shortly after I said it.
Amber turned off her phone and walked away like she had just finished a casual business call. For her, this was routine. For me, it was a moment I couldn't take back. I didn't want to.
I remained on all fours, still dripping, still stretched open. A small part of me wondered if I should move, but I already knew the answer. I didn't move until I was told.
Ten minutes later, Amber returned with a towel and a bottle of water. She wiped the sweat from my back, the streaks of cum down my thighs, and finally removed my cage, letting my cock breathe. It twitched in the cool air, swollen from pressure and denial.
"Get up, SISSY. We're not done," she said softly, but with that tone I knew to obey instantly.
I stood slowly, my legs sore and weak. She took my hand and led me to the vanity mirror in her bedroom.
Laid out in front of it were a few pink hair clips, an eyeliner pencil, blush, and lip gloss.
"You're smooth already. Hairless. Feminine. But not pretty enough. Not yet."
She sat me down and handed me a brush.
"Every morning, you will do your makeup. I want you looking like the pretty little cumslut you are, even if it's just for me. No skips. You will sit here and feminize yourself while repeating your mantra."
She handed me a small card. On it was written:
I am Mistress Amber's property.I am a hole with no rights.I live to be used.I live to be humiliated.My cock is unnecessary.
"Repeat it," she said.
I did.
She smiled and walked away.
When she returned, she had something small in her hand.
It was a chastity cage. Smaller than the one I was used to.
"I think your cock has been free too long. And frankly, it's still too big. That won't do."
She dropped the cage in my hand.
"You'll wear this starting now. We'll go smaller again next week. We'll keep going until there's barely anything left, just the tip showing. Let those big, useless balls of yours do all the aching."
My breath caught. I looked at the cage. It was half the length of my previous one.
I looked up at her. She just nodded.
I slid it on.
It barely fit.
She clicked it shut and locked it.
"Good girl," she whispered. "Now open your task list."
She handed me the pink notebook from earlier.
Inside were pages already filled.Each day had checkboxes.Morning kneel.Makeup application.Mirror mantras.Chore assignments.Suck count.Anal edging timer.Gratitude entries.
At the top of the page:Any task missed is one punishment. Any refusal is two.
She sat back on the bed and crossed her legs.
"Start your first entry. Right now. Date it. Title it."
I opened to the first blank page and, without hesitation, wrote at the top:
Day One: Property in Practice
Amber smiled.
"Good girl. Now put on your gloss, and say your mantra for me."