Innie

Tawny had fully embraced her role as your owner. After turning you into a leaking hands-free gooner, she decided it was time for permanent containment. One evening she blindfolded you, led you to the bedroom, and whispered with dark excitement:

“Tonight your worthless nano-clit gets locked away forever, sissy. But not in any ordinary cage. I got you something special… something that matches exactly what you are.”

When she removed the blindfold, you saw it on the bed: a high-end pink chastity cage designed like an “innie” pussy. The exterior had soft, realistic silicone folds that mimicked plump pussy lips, complete with a delicate little clit hood at the top. Inside was a tiny, tight tube barely big enough for your 2.7-inch shame. Once locked, your nano-clit would be completely flattened and hidden, leaving only the realistic-looking pussy mound visible.

Tawny stroked it lovingly. “From now on, this is what you have between your legs — a pretty little pussy. No more pretending you have a dick.”

She made you edge first, as always. Two fingers on your leaking clitty while she fed you fresh mantras she had learned and customized.

Locking Mantras (repeated while edging):

“I am Tawny’s caged panty boi. My nano-clit is too pathetic to be free.”

“This pretty pussy cage is all I deserve. Real men get to fuck. I get to look like a denied little cunt.”

You were right on the edge when she suddenly stopped you, applied ice to shrink your tiny button as small as possible, then slid the innie cage on. The silicone pussy lips pressed against your skin, creating a disturbingly realistic vulva shape. She clicked the lock shut with a satisfying click and held up the key on a necklace between her breasts.

“Perfect,” she moaned, running her fingers over the fake pussy lips. “It even has a little slit. Look at that… my husband has a prettier pussy than some real girls.”

To complete the transformation, she produced a thick vibrating butt plug — pink, remote-controlled, with a flared base shaped like a jeweled heart. She lubed it generously and worked it into your ass while you whimpered.

“Mantra time, panty boi,” she ordered, turning the plug on low. “Repeat: ‘I am a caged pussy-boy with a vibrating cunt in my ass. My only purpose is to stay denied and pretty for my wife.’”

The combination was devastating. The tight innie cage flattened your clitty into nothingness, the silicone lips rubbing against your skin with every movement, while the plug buzzed steadily against your prostate. Tawny dressed you in the sluttiest pair of sheer pink panties, which perfectly framed the fake pussy mound.

Now the real training began.

Every night became a marathon of edging-through-the-cage, mantras, and plug play. Tawny would sit on your face or ride your tongue while controlling the plug’s intensity, forcing you to recite longer and crueler lines:

Daily Cage Mantras:

“My nano-clit is locked in a pussy cage because it’s smaller than a micropenis and completely useless.”

“I have a prettier pussy than I ever had a cock. I leak and throb but can never get hard again.”

“The vibrating plug in my ass is the closest thing I’ll ever feel to real sex.”

The cage did its job mercilessly. Your clitty constantly tried to swell inside the tiny tube, pressing painfully against the confines, creating constant pressure and leaking. The exterior pussy lips made every movement humiliating — the panties slid over the silicone folds, making it look and feel like you had a real mound.

Tawny became obsessed with showing it off. She took daily photos and videos of “her pretty pussy boi,” making you spread your legs and pose while the plug buzzed on high. Sometimes she invited you to grind against her thigh — the cage’s fake lips rubbing on her skin while you chanted how you could never satisfy her.

One night she pushed you over the edge into a new level of submission. With the plug vibrating intensely against your prostate and the cage squeezing your denied clitty, Tawny straddled your face and whispered the ultimate mantra:

“Cum for me, pussy boi. Cum hands-free in your pretty innie cage while I laugh at how broken you are.”

The combination finally broke you. With no direct stimulation on your clitty, you had a long, shuddering, prostate-driven orgasm. Thin cum leaked weakly out of the tiny slit in the cage’s “pussy lips,” soaking the front of your panties while Tawny moaned in triumph above you.

From then on you were fully her caged panty boi. The innie pussy cage stayed on 24/7 except for brief cleaning, always hidden beneath layers of pretty panties. The vibrating plug became a near-constant companion, controlled by Tawny’s phone whenever she felt like reminding you who owned that denied little hole.

You existed in a permanent state of leaking, throbbing, humiliated denial — a pretty pussy between your legs and a buzzing plug training your ass to crave more.

Tawny would often kiss the silicone pussy lips over your panties and whisper:

“This is your new sex, sissy. This fake cunt is more useful than your old nano-clit ever was. And it’s never coming off.”