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Carrie dives into her lingerie drawer and pulls out a pair of white rose lace stockings, laying them out on the bed, followed by a white lacy garter belt with a cute little blue bow on the front. Last, a white Lycra g-string.

"Now let's get you hairless for the lingerie!" She grabs your hand and drags you to the bathroom. She's quick and efficient, getting even the hair closest to your cage and the little ones around your anus. You're breezed back to the bedroom, where she says, "You're going to put this lot on yourself, and give me a show, my big, beautiful sissy slut!"

"As long as I'm yours." You smile sheepishly at her as you sit on the bed, bunch up one of the stockings, line up the seams, and begin to slide it up your freshly hairless leg. The new cage makes its more rigid and unforgiving presence felt as your cock tries to get hard again, this time bulging through the larger openings and looking a deep red, almost purple. Your scrotum is likewise swollen and flushed, though not as bad.

"Yeah, wearing stockings always gets me dripping, too," Carrie says, looking lovingly at the tip of your cage, where a steady dribble of pre is already starting. You suspect once she gets that plug in you you'll be stuffed, literally as well. You show off your leg in its hosiery, pointing your toe like you've seen her do many times. Far from feeling ridiculous, the female garb is making you feel sexier, like you're trying to tease her into fucking you again. She delivers a pop to your behind. "Getcher kit on, sissy-girl. No buttstuffing till you're dressed!" Her hand is stroking that strapon again, like she's eager to fuck you.

You continue with the other stocking, then reach for the garter belt. "Clever girl," Carrie growls, "sluts keep their knickers on the outside so they can get fucked easier, and nice girls do the same thing to make the loo easier. Which are you, I wonder? A nice girl, or a slut?" Your face is now almost as red as your imprisoned penis as you hook the straps to the stockings, all eight of them. "A slut, I reckon."

Next comes the panties, and your bare hairless ass hitting the bed with that little bit of fabric covering your asshole between your now super sensitive cheeks keeping your dick straining in its pink cage. The white Lycra already has a darkening spot from your leaking.

"Every slut needs a sexy pair of heels," Carrie said in a sing-song voice, playfully swinging the heels. "Got you these sexy little numbers, they're a good starter heel, nice and wide base of the heel, but the spool shape is still sexy. And look!" She flicked the little padlocks, "They have a nifty way to keep from getting lost or falling off!"

She knelt before you, popping the little locks open as she slipped the shoes on your feet and locking the straps. "C'mon, get on your feet, you sexy bitch! Time for the sexiest walk of your life so far!" Carrie put the new chastity key on her necklace along with the shoe key.

You try to strut around in your new finery like you had seen her do, showing your legs and ass, modeling the shoes as well. Carrie has one hand going crazy underneath the strapon, rubbing her pussy. "Yeah, you got it! You've been studying me when I'm trying to turn you on, are you SURE you're not secretly a woman? Actually, on that note, let's get this toy in you. It'll teach you how to move your hips while you're walking, too. It rewards the feminine rolling of your hips and waving that cute bubble butt of yours."

Lubed up and warmed up, that super deluxe pear was going in your ass, and Carrie kept teasing its widest point past your sphincter in and out before letting it slide all the way home, that bulbous section rumbling your prostate just from the vibrations of it seating in your colon. "Time for your sissy slut walk of glory; there's no shame allowed in these walls when you're dressed, my love." Carrie punctuated that with a long, deep French kiss as she guided your hand to start jerking that outlandish, yet somehow loving and sexy to you, pink strapon.