The first week

"I'm gonna cum!" you told her, as Summer mumbles something with her mouthful of your cock. She soon redoubled her efforts, spurred on by your announcement, and began slurping more loudly on your cock. You were completely awash with arousal, and your first seven days as her plaything has embedded certain behaviors into you.

"Can I move my hips a little, miss?" you asked her meekly, seeing her cheeks blush at the girly voice that issued from your mouth. Giving you a squeeze on your thigh, she nodded her approval, cock bobbing lewdly in her mouth. That was all you needed and you soon began raising your hips and thrusting your cock into Summer's hot mouth.

This helps you thrust deeper, but only up to a point. Summer had methodically shrunk your feminized cock with the use of a cage, and the mere thought of being unable to reach as deep as you could only a few days before turns you on immensely, very much so that it broke you within seconds as you erupt, into her eager mouth.

She moaned, lips parting slightly before clamping back on to your head, sucking the remainder of your pent-up orgasm. You had stopped thrusting the moment you came, and Summer deepthroated you to the very base of your cock sucking you dry and teasing you with her tongue.

You're already completely out of it, your girl-cock spurting helplessly down her throat again and again, and Summer is there lapping each of it up, groaning gutturally as she took in your essence. She drained you expertly, kissing swalloing, and licking your softening cock, leaving you as to no doubt who owns it.

Your body only fully relaxed when she finally released you and leaned back into the couch. Her feet rested on the top of your thighs, giving you a view of her perfect soles. You sighed, feeling more spent than ever, but still turned on by her feet. Summer smiled smugly at you, before reaching for your chastity cage on coffee table.

"I hope you enjoyed your reward for being such a good girl this past week," she sighed, her fingers rubbed the cage teasingly as she looked at you with an increasingly predatory smile. You could only squirm. Your ability to resist had been gradually worn down bit by bit ever since you agreed to stop trying to escape, and she had been draining you with her mouth every few days to keep you tame.

"I'm all wet," she said, sounding frustrated. "Soaked, but I don't think you'll be able to fuck me, would you, girl? Since I just drained you..."

Well... could you?