Cleaning up and a date

Danny stared dumbly at the screen, no longer streaming but still giving a view from the camera. The girl looking back at him was kneeling, ass on her heels, her large breasts still heaving in the flimsy leather crop top bra. Her garter skirt still compresses her waist into an hour glass but the skirt was hiked up around her waist as the garters had broken loose from the stockings. Well, girl wasn’t quite right as the pink cage dangling between her thick thighs said it wasn’t all girl. A drop of cum still dangled from the tip of the cage, threatening to drop to the floor to join the others at any moment.

Danny looked at the girls face, still beautifully made up but with her pink lipstick smeared and mascara running a bit from **** tears she looked freshly fucked, which she was. Her pony tail had come loose a bit as stray hairs from the wild fucking we’re all over the place, giving a wild bed head look. The cute bow at the base of the pony tail was tilted and the cute little maids cap was askew on her head. She looked like she had just been fucked and fucked hard, which she had, as the cum on her face still dripping down onto her DD breasts showed she had enjoyed it.

Danny moved his pink tipped finger nailed hand to his face and watched the girl on the screen do the same. His hand went to his mouth watching the pink nail on screen do the same, scraping off a drop of cum from her plump pink lips. Tearing his eyes from the screen, He looked down at his own nail seeing the same pink color contrasting with the white of his own cum. A strange urge to get rid of it by licking it off came over him but he brushed the involuntary thought away. But, his body still involuntarily licked his lip at the suggestion, tasting his own seed. He panicked at the action, swallowing by reflex as the cum flavored saliva in his mouth went down his throat. He could feel his throat constricting, especially with the locked on maids collar with white frills tight on his throat.

Shaking off the shameful feeling of tasting himself again, he looked back at the screen. It was his reflection. Although covered by make up and slutty clothing, that cum covered face was his own. Although the make up and hair and outfit provided a mask of their own, the physical mask that had covered his, well new, identity was no longer there. Thousands of people had seen him, dressed like a leather fetish maid, suck a black dildo. Had seen him fucked from behind as he moaned and said dirty things. Had seen him manhandled by a fitness chick and lifted off his feet and **** fucked like a pocket pussy. Had seen him bent in half as he came over his own face from getting fucked. While they didn’t know it was Danny Stewart, they had seen Danielle with no mask. And they had seen Danielle’s pink caged dick.

Suddenly, Britney’s face joined his on the screen. An apologetic look on her face as she gently stroked his back and hair. He looked at her bright blue eyes that looked so sorry for what had happened.

“Danielle I’m so sorry. I got too carried away. I-…..” but she couldn’t come up with a good enough apology so the words just fell away.

Danny saw tears forming in Britney’s eyes and his confused emotions solidified. “Britney, it’s-it’s ok. It’s not your fault.”

Danny hugged from the side, pushing his head against britney’s. “I don’t think anyone will recognize me in all this” gesturing to his current outfit, “they’ll just see Danielle. And it’s the internet. It’s not like people we know actually watch your stream. They’re from all over the place. No one I know will see me, right?”

Danny saw Britney’s face change from apologetic to fear for a split second before coming back with a smile. “Y-yeah honey. No one will recognize Danny. For sure.” She said but didn’t sound very convincing. But hearing Danny not worried made Britney think that he was into this. Maybe he wanted to be seen but was too afraid to do it himself. Her fears of inadvertently outing someone quashed, Britney went back into Domme mode.

Danny had his mind set, maybe as a way to protect himself from how he acted on stream. He thought back on what he had said and sounded like as that cock pushed inside of him and had to shake his head as he felt his cage start to get tight again.

“Come on girlie. Let’s get you cleaned up, unless you want to walk home like this. I know plenty of subs that love exhibitionism. And you really seemed to like showing off to the camera…” Britney smirked as she slapped Danny on the butt one more time before offering him a hand up. Danny squirmed at the insinuation of him walking home in a fetishized maid outfit with cum drying on his face as he daintily took Britney’s much larger hand in his own and stood up.

Smoothing his skirt out from around his hips to pretend to have a bit of modesty, the two went over to Britney’s bedroom and started getting changed. Britney helped untie the waist cinching laces of his garter belt, letting Danny take a deep breath again. As Britney stripped out of her strap on and bodysuit, Danny unzipped the thigh high boots. He was surprised to realize he didn’t struggle to walk at all in the 6 inch heels, and his feet barely hurt at all. But putting his foot flat to the ground, a dull ache in his Achilles appeared, more painful than before. He kept his foot arched on his tip toes for the time being.

Sliding the silky smooth stockings off his tanned legs felt incredible as always, that’s something Danny unashamedly enjoyed about smooth legs. Shimmying out of the leather garter skirt, he was left in his thong and leather bralette.

As Danny struggled to get out of the bralette, he felt two hands wrap around him cupping his breasts. “Need some help, girlie” Britney whispered in his ear. Danny melted at the breath on his ear, feeling a slight nibble on his ear lobe. The electric nodes on his nipples jolted him from her touch as he slightly moaned and pressed back into her, feeling Britney’s naked breasts on his back. A quick movement and the bra was unclipped, only held on by the two strong surprisingly feminine hands holding it to his DD cup breasts.

Danny felt his skin move with the glue as Britney massaged his breasts. The stimulation from the nipples was electric though. He wondered what it would feel like if they were his real skin….. before that thought drifted away as Britney nibbled at base of his neck and collar bone. She was still wearing her heels so Danny was over 6 inches shorter than her, feeling so weak and frail compared to this Amazonian muscle freak.

Danny’s big butt involuntarily pushed back against Britney’s naked groin, trying to get some more stimulation as his clit had gotten hard again. Normally when he came he needed a few hours if not a day to recover. But even after how hard he came, and how much as he still felt it all over his face and tasted it in his mouth, he felt hornier than ever. Like him cumming from his ass only fed the horny fire inside him.

Britney spun him around letting the bra hit the floor. Danny, now in only his tiny white thong his pink cage making a small bulge in it, was face to face with the muscular now giant due to Britney’s heels. Dannys large breasts were pressed into Britney’s stomach, his face just poking out from the top of her B cup tits. Britney’s hands were squeezing Danny’s plump ass, lifting him up slightly even further onto his tip toes.

Britney looked down and smiled at the feminized ex-fuck buddy. Well, she guessed current fuck buddy but a different dynamic. His pretty face looked up some demurely through his big lashes, giving off such an innocent look without even trying. But that innocent look was broken by the spurts of his cum still wet plastered across his face.

“So, did you have fun, Danielle?”

That simple question tore Danny’s brain in two. The male part of his brain was fighting and railing against all this, even though it had been beaten and humiliated so many times at this point it was still there. He wanted to say no, you **** me to do this as much as you “gave” me the “choice”. That he hated these clothes, this make up, his hair, his fake nails, these tits, and this damn cage. To tear it all off and go back to being a man again.

But the other half quietly did enjoy it. The clothes, while restrictive and super feminine, felt…. Really good most of the time. And while it humiliated him so much to dress like such a slutty girl, in a strange way it boosted his confidence when people ogled and appreciated his look. The pleasure was a thousand fold more intense and incredible than any sex Danny had had before. And even the role play of submissive maid with muscle dominatrix brought on humiliation that strangely excited him. But the stream to thousands of horny watchers all egging and cheering and jeering and humiliating him on was one of the most exciting moments of his life.

With all that raging on in his head, Danny looked down from Britney’s bright blue eyes to her muscular chest and said, “it-it was…. Good. But I still don’t want this” with a crimson blush on his cheeks.

Britney just smiled again at the feminized boy. She could tell he really really REALLY liked it, and not just the sex. He was mincing and prancing around like sex on heels and was feeling himself, or so she thought. So it was time to teach the little sissy a lesson.

Britney gripped his ass tight with one hand while reaching down and grabbing his caged clit and balls in one hand. Rubbing her thumb over the slit, she felt his precum leaking out of his cage again. His breath quickened at the touch and he tried to push his hips forward to get more stimulation.

“I see sissy Danielle is still ready and raring to go *giggle*. To be honest I’m pretty horny myself too, even after that amazing orgasm from fucking that phat ass of yours” Britney leaned in close, their foreheads touching as he stared into her exes beautifully made up eyes. Danny tried to hold The domineering gaze but succumbed and lowered his gaze down to his own full chest.

“Too bad your little guy is locked up. You look especially hot right now with your cum dripping down your face.” Danny perked up hearing she wanted to fuck him, well him fuck her instead, but was quickly humiliated once again at his pathetic slutty cum covered look.

“I-I could… I could wear the strap on…” Danny pathetically attempted to try and fuck her. He was dying to feel like a man again, and fucking a pussy again would help restore his confidence, even if it was a plastic dick instead of his own.

Britney laughed at the idea, but was slightly intrigued. It would be hot having this big titted sissy fucking her with a strap on, his own little dick locked beneath a real sized cock. But, She stuck to her plan.

“Hahaha I’ll keep that in mind girlie. Some other time. But no tonight, I need a real cock. And a real thick cock attached to a big, strong muscular man. And looking at you, princess, well…” looking him up and down and giving his breast a squeeze, “i don’t think you make the cut”

Danny felt so ashamed hearing her say he wasn’t man enough to fuck her. But looking down at his large perky fake tits and feeling her hand engulfing his caged dick, he couldn’t necessarily fault her. Didn’t change the fact that he was so humiliated by her words. He blushed as he looked up into her eyes and submissively nodded his understanding.

“But hey, sweetie, that doesn’t mean I don’t want to fuck that sweet ass again” Danny felt his dick twitch and leak feeling her powerful hand gripping his chin and those words reminding him of how good it felt to be fucked. Britney grabbed his chin and with the other hand got a good drop of his precum on her nailed thumb. Bringing it to his smeared lipstick covered lips, she pressed against them. Danny hesitated for a moment before slightly opening his lips, allowing the French nail into his mouth along with his own seed. Looking into the Amazon’s eyes, he lightly tightened his lips around the thumb and sucked.

Britney grinned “that’s my good girl” she said before spanking his ass again making it jiggle. “Now get dressed so Mommy can get fucked by a real man”

Danny yelped and jumped at the swift swat and minced away on his tip toes with his proverbial tail between his legs. Or really his dick tucked between his legs after being emasculated by his former fling.

Danny walked into the bathroom and quickly looked at his cum splattered face in the mirror. How did he get here? His feminine face was practically unrecognizable, especially with the cum shots crossing it. The shame he felt at what he’d done, and also being practically kicked out after getting fucked like some one night stand had his mind reeling. He quickly wiped off the drying cum and did some quick repairs to his makeup. Thankfully, it wasn’t too damaged and his face was looking clean and feminine once again. He was surprised how quickly and adeptly he’d learned how to do his make up. Sure, he couldn’t get it perfect from the start, but quick repairs like this were easy after Jessica’s training. Doing one last touch up on his pink lipstick, he smiled at the mirror to make sure it all looked natural and not clownish. Seeing his made up girly face smiling to make sure his make up was perfect reminded Danny of how far down the girly rabbit hole he’s gone. The smile faded to concern as his cheeks got pinker than the blush he applied. Running a brush and comb through his hair to get the flyaways away, he fixed his high pony tail and got dressed.

He couldn’t do anything about the precum and cum soaked thong he was wearing, so he slipped back on his jean skirt. The tight but stretchy denim blend stretched over his hips and ass obscenely, showing off far too much curvature as it conformed to his cheeks. Strapping on the strapless push up, he sighed in relief that his fake breasts were no longer pulling him down and forward as much any more. The cropped loose sleeved off the shoulder top followed, with Danny adjusting it in the mirror to make sure it fit right. Danny stopped himself when he realized he was fiddling with the breast line so that his cleavage showed enough. He quickly raised it up to cover more of his breasts to try to counteract his feminine action.

He slipped back on his 6 inch wedge sandals with the 1 inch hidden platform, relishing the relief in his ankles now that he had some support to his arch.

Clicking his was back to the bedroom, Danny saw Britney slipping into a black strappy body con mini dress. The dress was simple cotton with no embellishments besides little string ties on the sides on the hemline. The skirt came to just below her ample cheeks, showing off her piled up muscular thighs and legs. Her hair was in a blonde up do with dangly gold earrings on her ears and a gold chain around her neck that hung between her breasts. In her feet were 5 inch strappy black stiletto sandals that wrapped up her calves. She was finishing up putting on her red lipstick seeing Danny mince in.

Giving him a glance she spoke through the mirror to Danny, “well you clean up nice. Should be expected that a maid can clean up good hahaha well, off you go then sissy. I’ll be in touch” as she continued to apply her lipstick.

Danny just looked down submissively and nodded his head as he turned to go.

“Wait, Danielle. Aren’t you forgetting something?”

Danny looked back and saw Britney holding up the silver metal plug with the pink heart shaped gem in the base. Danny gulped seeing it, dreading putting it in again not just for the humiliation of wearing one but because he felt his ass clench down on its own seeing it. He minced over and grabbed it and moved to put it in his purse but a quick “tsk tsk” came from Britney, handing him a small bottle of lube. Sighing in defeat, Danny moved over to the bed hiking up his skirt and pulling the white thong to the side. He tentatively felt back there and felt that his ass was still slightly gaped from his fucking. Would that close up on its own?? What if it was like that forever?? But Danny continued on even with those thoughts, squirting a generous amount into his slightly gaped asshole.

Pushing gently, he pressed the plug inside of him. Even with the fucking, he was thankful that the plug didn’t immediately squeeze inside. He was working it in and out, his breath quickening and giving out soft moans as he worked.

But Danny was working too slow as he heard “stop diddling yourself and get it in there, girl” before feeling a strong palm on the base of the plug push forward in one go. “UUNNNNGGGHHHH!!” Danny cried out in pleasure and pain as it seated home. He could feels his already damp thong get wet again as precum oozed out from the stimulation.

“There you go. Not so hard is it? Now, give Mistress a kiss and get going sweet cheeks. Mommy needs some dick *giggle*”

Danny stood up blushing and panting, straightened his skirt before turning to the blonde muscle vixen. He hesitated for a moment unsure how to proceed. How should he kiss her now after her dominating him so thoroughly. But Britney saw the submissive little sissy struggling and just smiled. Stepping up to him, and a couple inches taller, she grabbed his ass with one hand and the back of his head with the other before pulling him in and kissing him forcefully. Her tongue pushed aside his lips like they were nothing as she forcefully made out with him. Danny’s little “mmmmppphhh”s were adorable to Britney, but what was better was him unconsciously kicking his heel back like a girl.

Breaking the kiss, she pushed him out the door with a swat on the ass and a “I’ll call you soon, girlie, oh and since you admired it so much, here” handing Danny the black lace and leather bodysuit he had washed earlier, the same one he imagined himself getting fucked in, before slamming the door shut behind him.

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Danny entered Jessica’s apartment ready to relax. Well, he guessed it was also his apartment at this point. His bra was digging into his side. His tits were pulling at his chest and giving him some backpain from holding his shoulders back. His feet, while not painful from the heels were sore and tired from walking across campus. His thong was riding up his ass and no amount of wiggling or plucking could get it comfortable, especially with the plug deep inside him. On top of that, his cum and precum had dried and now felt uncomfortable in the gusset. And his ass was sore as hell from the pegging and from the plug. On top of all that, his body was sore from the work out with the twins, as well as the “cardio” he did with Britney. All he wanted to do was sit and relax and turn off his brain with some mindless TV. A baseball game on Tv would be great right now, with a beer and a hotdog. His stomach growled, realizing he hadn’t eaten anything besides the protein shake Jessica had made him, and his own cum which made him shudder at the memory. Whether from disgust or pleasure at the memory, or a combo of both, Danny wasn’t sure.

Danny put his purse down on an end table. His purse…. He looked down at it and realized it was his purse. Not some costume piece but things that held what he needed for the day since he didn’t have pockets. He just stared at it taking in the realization that he needed this little black bag to live life now. He shuddered not wanting to delve into that at the moment and looked forward to a shower and zoning out in front of the TV. But, he heard the TV on and heard “You better WERK!” Coming from it. Danny wasn’t alone and sighed knowing his relaxing time wasn’t coming anytime soon.

His heels announced his arrival with the muffled stomp of corked wedges into the living room. Of course, curled up on the couch watching Drag Race was Jamie.

He wore a simple spaghetti strap pale blue tank top. His tits were still glued on as they strained the thin cotton fabric, nipples poking through. His cleavage was very much on display, practically spilling out of the top not designed for such a busty figure. A good bit of his tanned and toned stomach showed underneath the bottom hem, showing off his silver and baby blue navel piercing. Jamie’s legs were bare, showing off the gleam of a fresh shave and he wore only a pair of pale blue and white satin and lace panties. White scalloped lace trimmed the legs and waistband with a white bow in front. What took away from the feminine clothing and figure was the caged bulge in front of his panties. Danny was shocked seeing how even caged, Jamie was still almost as big as him hard.

“Well hello Danielle! How was your workout? Tiff and Trixie told me you wore their ass OUT! Well, working out you did, not in the way I’m sure little Danielle was hoping for *giggle*. And they also told me you tried to act all tough and alpha. They were super impressed at first, they were at your beck and call. To be honest they were a little turned on by it, those vapid bitches *giggle*. But then Britney showed you up and well their admiration shifted. Can you blame them? Britney is JACKED and she is such an alpha type! Sorry honey they still love you but as one of them. Like a sister *giggle*”

Dannys heart fell for what felt like the 100th time in the past week. The two hot blondes were into him?? Like this?? And he blew it by getting into a dick measuring contest with Britney, who didn’t even have a dick! Well, not a permanent dick he thought as his hole clenched on his plug thinking about her fucking him. She didn’t just alpha him at the gym. She made me her bitch at her apartment too.

But realizing that he had a chance with Tiff and Trixie, even as a big titted chick, and him blowing it was a huge hit to what little ego he had left. Leg day was the one day he could beat his buddies at the gym. He couldn’t lift upper body at all but legs? Legs he could do. Having that taken away from him by Britney who easily out squatted him and even repped the weight several times after he failed. Now, he was just another bimbo like the blonde twins in their eyes. And starting to look like that in his own eyes. At least he was still a brunette.

Danny blushed at the disparaging comments about his masculinity from Jamie.

“Aww it’s ok, little Dani! Being big and strong and an alpha just isn’t in the cards for you. You’re so much better as a delicate little sissy! Britney was right bringing you down a peg and reminding you who you really are. The girls told me you two had a bet to clean the other’s apartment. How’d that go, Danielle?”

Danny blushed crimson remembering the skimpy maids outfit. Handwashing Britney’s lingerie or cum and juices, including the set he had in his purse. Going on stream and doing…. Danny looked away and blushed even more, mortified at the memory of how he acted, and also because it was making his cage wake up and his ass clench.

“Omg you two hooked up didn’t you??? So she knows about your LITTLE secret??? You two used to hook up too, I heard about that!!! Omg you little slut!! Tell me all about it bitch!!”

Jamie stood up quickly, his tits jiggling from the negligible support the strappy tank top offered them, and grabbed Danny by the arm and pulled him down on the couch.

Danny’s plug pushed deep inside him as he was manhandled down, causing a feminine groan to come out of his mouth.

“Omg your ass is sore like that??? She fucked you???? Spill bitch and tell me everything.” Jamie was beaming from ear to ear seeing Danny all flustered after his fucking. Seeing his former bully that tormented him for years turned like this into a bombshell slut was incredible! He grabbed Dannys tanned legs and swung them so they draped over his thighs before grabbing Danny’s long pink nailed hands and gripping them tightly. The two sat like two gossiping girlfriends after a date, debriefing on how it went. In a way, they were exactly that, except for the pink and blue cages that is.

Danny sighed and blushed some more. He looked at Jamie’s eyes, lightly made up for a day time look with brown and neutral shades and his fake lashes framing his blue eyes. Light pink gloss colored his full lips. His blonde hair tied up in a messy bun that added to the cute girl-next-door lounging around look. Where was the boy he bullied in high school? It couldn’t have been this beautiful girl in front of him. She looked so innocent and sweet, with just a tinge of naughtiness glimmering in her eyes as she waited for Danny’s sordid tale. But Danny remembered Jamie’s punishments and had no desire to have his sore cheeks spanked so he started to tell Jamie about his afternoon.

He told Jamie about his afternoon. The bet. Britney reaching between his legs confirming she knew it was him. Showing up at the apartment and Britney asking when and how this all happened.

Danny debated in his head what to tell Jamie. Does he tell him the truth, that he said he was blackmailed into all this? He couldn’t trust Jamie as he wanted to get back at him as much if not more than Jessica. But would lying bring on more embarrassing and feminizing procedures?? Or would telling the truth get some leniency? The fear of a spade tattoo wore on him.

Instead, Danny lied. He told Jamie that he said he always felt this way. Sleeping around with girls was just his way of coping with what was inside of him, a sissy. His machismo and masculinity he put out was just a front for the girly girl inside of him. Danny wanted to die saying it out loud, especially to Jamie, even if it was a lie. Hearing him say those words was beyond embarrassing.

Thankfully Jamie seemed to take it hook line and sinker. “Hahahahaha oh that’s perfect! You telling your ex who you really are!! Oh im sure that was painful to do, especially dressed like you are now! How’d she take it??”

Danny went on to say she was into it. That she liked to be dominant anyway and had been looking for a good sub. How she dressed him like a fetishized leather maid and had him clean the apartment, including her used lingerie. How she came out dressed like a dominatrix and showed him how she paid tuition. Danny thought Jamie’s eyes were going to bug out of his head hearing he went on stream.

“Omg you were live streamed!?!? Hold on!!! I’m gunna find it!!”

Jamie pulled out her phone and started typing away searching for Britney’s stream page. Danny squirmed in Jamie’s lap and tried to get out but Jamie held him firmly down.

“Stay still, sissy. We’re gunna watch together.”

Danny stared dismayed as she brought the stream up on the TV. “Oh no, no please Jamie! I don’t want to watch please!”

“No bitch. We’re going to watch. Damn my cage, the guy from last night is still holding onto the key. Just rub my legs for now girlie”

Danny sighed resigned to his fate as he placed his soft delicate hands on Jamie’s tanned thighs, rubbing and stroking them softly. He watched as him and Britney showed up on stream, his leather French maid outfit on display as he kneeled on the floor next to Britney.

“Ooooo I love your outfit honey! So freakin sexy! I might borrow it for the party tomorrow! Look at how demure and submissive you are kneeling down next to her. God she looks powerful! So strong too! And you, just a dainty little big tits and ass flower next to her.”

Dannys shame got even worse hearing and seeing how small and feminine he looked next to an actual woman. But it got worse as he watched himself lick and kiss her boots before sucking on the heel like a cock. Jamie grabbed Danny’s hands and brought them up to his panties, making him rub and caress his caged dick.

“Oh fuck Dani! God look at you go! Sucking on that heel like you sucked my cock! I bet you wish I wasn’t caged right now don’t you?” A wicked gleam hit Jamie’s eye. “I know there’s no hard cock here but you can still play with mine caged”

Danny didn’t fully hear him as he was entranced by his own image watching himself debase himself sucking on a stilleto heel. He moved his hands unconsciously, unaware that he was no longer caressing Jamie’s thighs but now his caged cock.

And when the Danny on screen was put into a kneeling position to suck Britney’s dildo, suddenly Danny found his legs being maneuvered into the same position. Coming to and looking at Jamie, he saw his panties around his knees and his powder blue caged dick between his legs. The cage looked like it was struggling to hold on against the hard onslaught of Jamie’s dick.

Danny looked up at Jamie and saw him smiling. “Go on, Danny. Get down there and do what you’re supposed to do.”

Danny hesitated for a moment, looking at the screen and seeing himself slowly lower his face towards the black dildo. He slowly followed his own motion on screen, getting closer and closer to Jamie’s caged cock. His eyes glued to the screen as he felt his lips make contact with the plastic tip that was dripping wet with Jamie’s precum, just as the Danny on screen did the same with the black dildo. Danny tried to recoil but Jamie’s hand was already on the back of his head holding him down. He was bent over, his knees on the couch, his big butt showing off as his tight denim skirt raised up a bit showing a bit of his white panties between the cheeks.

His lips wiped over the precum from Jamie’s leaking cock and he couldn’t stop himself from the reflex of sticking his tongue out to wipe them off. The sweet and salty, now familiar, flavor hit his tongue. It didn’t taste bad. Actually, it tasted pretty good like fruit.

Just as Danny was about to take another lick, he heard a door opening and heels clicking on the floor.

“And what the hell is going on here?? A sissy goon session??” Jessica’s voice reverberated throughout the room as Danny and Jamie both scrambled off each other, Danny pulling down his skirt and Jamie pulling up his panties.

Danny turned, blushing even more at being caught going down on Jamie by his ex girlfriend. Jessica walked into the room looking immaculate as always. Her long blonde hair hung in waves from a center part down past her shoulders. She wore a red satin corset crop top with thin spaghetti straps with visible boning across the front. Her breasts were pushed up from the top, pushing out of the v-shaped neckline. The top came to just above her navel showing off her silver navel piercing. The front was a dark red satin, but the back and sides were a sheer black mesh that showed off her beautiful tanned back, connected together with a row of hook clasps in the back rather than pull strings.

She wore a pair of skin tight distressed capri jeans that formed to her every curve. The jeans were super low waisted, showing off her hip bones. Around her stomach she wore a silver body chain that hung from her wide hips above the waistband of her jeans. Her pants were practically painted on, showing off her toned legs and some thigh gap from constant exercise. The jeans were cuffed a few inches above her ankle, showing off her silver ankle bracelet.

On her feet were a pair of black 5 inch pumps with no hidden platform under the toes. Only a thin band across her toes and a strap around her ankle held them to her feet. Her beautifully manicured red toes contrasted the tan of her skin and the black of the toe strap.

And around her neck hung a simple silver chain where a single key hung between her cleavage. The key to Danny’s manhood.

She walked in carrying shopping bags from a boutique in town. Setting them down without taking her angry glare off the two scantily clad sissies, she dominantly clicked and clacked over to them, lording over the two seated gurls in her 5 inch heels crossing her arms beneath her breasts pushing them up even more.

Turning her glare to Jamie, Jessica said, “Jamie. What the hell is this? I told you to get Danielle ready for her date, not try and get your rocks off with her mouth! You’re caged anyway until tonight what did you think was gunna happen?? You two bang your plastic cages against each other like sissy lesbians? You’ll be punished for this, Jamie”

Jamie looked down at the floor in shame at being berated like a child, but upon hearing punishment his eyes shot up to look at her with a mix of fear and, oddly, longing, like he was looking forward to being punished.

“And YOU! I guess after your first taste of real dick you can’t get enough of it can you? Who would have thought my ex boyfriend would be such a cock whore that he’d even try sucking a plastic cock cage to get his fix.”

Glancing at the screen that was still playing his cocksucking skills on Britney’s big black dildo.

“And a vain cock whore as well. You getting off on watching yourself suck a dick, sissy? Just couldn’t help yourself seeing you slobber on the big black dick that you needed something in your mouth? Don’t worry, I watched the whole thing live. I know Britney streams and hearing you going over there I knew she was gunna have your sissy ass wrapped around her cock in no time. Didn’t take long to become an anal slut did it, Danielle?”

Danny wanted to die in shame. Sure Jessica had been there for all of his humiliations before, including sucking multiple dicks. But having his ex see him as a sissy porn star getting fucked until he came on his own face? That was beyond mortifying! All he could do was look down at his tanned thighs in his short denim skirt, past his massive chest heaving with each breath, and hope the floor would swallow him up.

“Get up, you two. Now we’re behind schedule for Dani’s date that she made herself! Look at you getting out there girlie. I was so excited for you, before your little sissy lesbo action which you’ll also pay for Dani, that I got you a new outfit! And since it’s a country bar, you have to look the part! Now grab these bags and get to your room, sissy. Jamie, go start the bath and get the curling iron ready. We got a cowgirl to get ready!”

Danny glumly grabbed the bags and minced towards his room. So much for a relaxing afternoon….