Stuck in the daisies

"Good morning, my little girl," Bia wakes me with a gentle touch on my groin, her soft voice carrying a provocative tone.

My eyes slowly open, still sleepy, but I'm soon reminded of the chastity cage that keeps me imprisoned. A pent-up erection throbs against the bars, my pent-up arousal growing with Bia's proximity.

"Uh… Good morning, love," I mumble, struggling to control my frustration and desire.

Bia smiles, her gaze amused as she watches my silent struggle. She moves from my groin to find new areas, her fingers tracing paths all over my trapped member, eliciting small throbs with each touch.

Awww… Look, baby, your little dick is already all excited… He must be curious to know which panties he’ll wear today… Calm down, little dick… I’ll show you…”, says Bia gracefully, already treating her morning lingerie choice as routine.

Sofia’s image comes to mind, her **** still hanging over me like an uncomfortable shadow. I was already getting used to Bia’s teasing, but now I wonder if Sofia would see me in that lingerie too, perhaps even collecting new proof of my feminization. The idea makes me uneasy, but I know I can’t tell Bia about the lingerie photos. That would only complicate things even more.

So, I accept the situation without further discussion. Bia goes to the closet and comes back happy, holding a set with a small and delicate thong.

“Oh, love… Another one of those thin panties…”, I murmur, a soft sigh escaping my lips as I observe the delicate piece in her hands.

“Yes, sweetie, and very girly… Who knows, maybe this reminds you of me”, Bia gives me a sarcastic smile, still referring to my mistake yesterday.

She hands me the delicate piece, although sensual, this piece is the most graceful that Bia has ever brought me. Made of transparent white tulle, and embroidered with delicate daisies, it had a bold cut, revealing a large part of the wearer's pubic region. Its string was made of pink satin, decorated with delicate ruffles that gave a touch of youth and femininity, contrasting with the back, which had a string as bold as the one on the red panties that caused me so many problems.

Cute, right?!” Bia comments, her voice brimming with amusement as she watches my reaction.

“Well… Yeah… But…”, My voice wavers, already imagining what Sofia would do if she saw me wearing this piece.

"Calm down, there's the bra too!" Bia interrupts my hesitation, revealing the second part of the set.

It was an equally delicate piece, all adorned with ruffles and daisy embroidery, its cups were all covered in tulle and supported by two sturdy hoops, without any padding.

I take the panties from Bia and carefully put them on, sliding them down my legs and adjusting them delicately around my waist. The bold cut makes me feel exposed and ****, but also aroused by the slight pressure they exert on my private parts. I could see the little pink cage all over the flowery tulle.

“Aww… I can’t help myself, look how this little clit fits so perfectly in my panties…”, Bia comments, amused, as she looks at the piece on me, her voice brimming with satisfaction.

I feel my face blush at Bia's comment, at the same time my excitement increases.

Bia smiles with satisfaction and then points to the delicate bra she brought. “Now the bra, my love.”

I pick up the bra and feel the soft fabric between my fingers. Carefully, I slide my arms through the satin threads, adjusting the straps over my shoulders. The delicate touch of the fabric and the feeling of the bra hugging me make me feel even more ****.

Bia watches, pleased, as I adjust myself to the bra, its embroidered daisies adding a touch of innocence to the piece. When I’m finished, she approaches me with an expression of approval.

“Oh, how beautiful!”, Bia exclaims, playing with the frills on my bra, “Now there’s just one little thing missing…”, she says, keeping a mischievous smile as she goes back to the wardrobe.

She comes back with a pair of white tights that match the lingerie I'm wearing perfectly. Bia gently helps me put them on, and the sensation is delicious, just like it was yesterday. The tights add the finishing touch to my feminine look, completing the ensemble perfectly.

There you go, now you look stunning,” she comments, her satisfied smile lighting up her face as she takes in the complete ensemble.

Still feeling a mix of embarrassment and excitement, I finish getting ready, putting the rest of my clothes on over the lingerie chosen by Bia. Every movement is marked by the sensation of the delicate fabrics against my skin, and the string of the panties pressing against my excited hole.

I say goodbye to Bia and head to work, nervous and curious about how Sofia will act. I just hope she doesn't do anything to complicate my situation even more.