Beg

“Please… please Helen, don’t do anything with the photos.” You stand up, hands held in front of you begging.

She smirks, saying “freeze sissy!” You do, and she walks up to you. Afraid to speak, you obey instantly as she commands “hands behind your back grabbing your elbows. Feet shoulder width apart.” When you do, she steps close to grab your chin. “My my, trying to be a good sissy. But really good sissies like to show off. Keep being a good sissy as I look over what all you have to show.”

With that she begins to circle you, her hands roaming, squeezing, teasing. When fingers reach your mouth they delve in, playing with your tongue, pulling on your lips, pulling your jaw to look at her when she desires. As she inspects, she praises and humiliated, saying how pretty, cute, and perfect you are one moment, and calling you a fuckdoll and slut the next.

Her hands make their way under your skirt, and when she squeezes your chastity cage, she asks “is the little sissy still a virgin? Did they cage their princess wand before it ever got to cast a spell?”