Not the Panties

You stand there in the bathroom, heart hammering, the pink lace panties still dangling from Tawny's finger. The weight of everything you read online crashes over you. The sissy captions, the shaving stories, the full transformation threads. Panic rises alongside the arousal.

"Wait, Tawny," you say quickly, voice shaky. "It's not... I'm not turned on by becoming a sissy or any of that stuff I was reading. I was just... it was the idea of you teasing me. Like the wives in those stories. The humiliation from you. Not me actually turning into that. Please, I don't want to wear panties or any of that. It was just fantasy fuel for us."

Tawny lowers the panties slowly. Her expression shifts from playful dominance to something sharper, more calculating. She steps close, pressing her soft body against yours, her hand wrapping around your still-hard little button.

"Oh baby," she purrs, stroking you slowly with two fingers. "You got all worked up reading about tiny clits and sissies, but now you're scared? You say it's just my teasing that does it for you? Fine. We'll test that theory tomorrow."

She kisses you deeply, then leads you back to bed without the panties. That night she rides you slowly, grinding on your 2.75 inches while whispering, "Such a small cock... my little button... but you don't want to be my sissy, right?" You cum fast and weakly, and she smiles knowingly.

The next morning she wakes you early. "Get dressed. We're going out."

She drives you to an adult boutique on the edge of town. The store is discreet but packed with toys, lingerie, and devices. Tawny speaks confidently to the saleswoman, a tall, confident brunette named Lena.

"My husband has a very small penis. We need the smallest chastity cage you have for a long-term fit."

Your face burns as Lena measures you right there in a private fitting room. Tawny watches with a wicked smile while you stand naked, your tiny soft clitty shrinking further under the humiliation. Lena tries several micro cages. The smallest pink one slides on perfectly, your button disappearing almost completely inside the tight tube. The lock clicks shut with a final, metallic sound.

"Perfect fit," Lena says. "He'll barely be able to get any erection at all. Very secure for tiny boys."

Tawny pays and thanks her, then drives you home with the key dangling between her breasts. The cage feels incredibly confining. Every movement reminds you of how small you are.

Back home she wastes no time pushing your claimed limits. She orders you onto the bed, still fully dressed except for your pants and the new cage.

"You said it's just my teasing, right? Not the sissy stuff?" she asks sweetly. "Then prove it. Sit there and watch me while I get off thinking about how pathetic your locked little button is."

Tawny strips slowly, revealing her voluptuous body. She lies back against the pillows, legs spread wide, and begins touching herself. Two fingers glide over her swollen clit while she stares at your caged crotch.

"Look at it," she moans. "So small it fits in the tiniest cage. My husband's cock is smaller than some women's clits. Does that turn you on, baby? Or is it just me teasing you?"

You are painfully hard inside the cage, the plastic biting into your swelling flesh. The restriction is intense. Tawny fingers herself faster, moaning loudly.

"Tell me again. You don't want to be my sissy. You just like when I mock your tiny dick."

"I... I just like your teasing," you gasp, hips twitching uselessly.

She laughs and slides three fingers into her soaked pussy. "Then watch closely. Watch a real orgasm while your little button stays trapped."

Tawny builds herself up beautifully. Her heavy breasts bounce as she fucks herself with her fingers, thumb working her clit in fast circles. She describes every humiliating detail.

"Remember when the AI said you were smaller than Nick's micropenis? God, that made me so wet. My husband has a micro-clit. Now it's locked away where it belongs. You'll stay denied until I decide you've earned a release."

Her words and the sight of her pleasure push you to the edge. The cage prevents any real stroking. You can only watch and leak as she cums hard, back arching, juices soaking the sheets while she cries out in ecstasy.

After she recovers she crawls to you and taps the cage.

"Still claiming it's just the teasing? Because that little thing is trying so hard to get hard." She leans down and licks the tip of the cage where you are leaking. "We're going to do this every day. I'll masturbate while mocking your size. If you stay hard in the cage and beg nicely, maybe I'll unlock you eventually."

The daily ritual begins immediately and becomes intensely erotic.

Every morning she makes you watch her shower, then edges herself on the bed while describing how useless your caged clitty is. Afternoons involve her wearing revealing outfits around the house, bending over so you can see her pussy, then making you sit in the cage while she masturbates to porn of well-hung men.

Evenings are the most intense. She unlocks you only rarely, for supervised teasing sessions. One night she ties you to a chair, naked except for the cage, and performs an hour-long masturbation show. She uses toys, her fingers, even a suction clit pump that makes her clit swell larger than your entire erection. All while verbally destroying your size.

"Look how big my clit gets. It's thicker than your cock, baby. No wonder you cum so fast and so weakly. That tiny thing was never meant to satisfy anyone."

You strain desperately in the cage, precum dripping in a steady stream. When she finally allows you release, she makes you rub just the head with two fingers while she watches and mocks you. Your orgasm is explosive but ruined, most of it dribbling pathetically over your own fingers as she laughs and films it.

The denial deepens your obsession. You start begging her to tease you more. She obliges happily, taking you on "humiliation dates." She wears short skirts with no panties to restaurants and makes you sit across from her while she secretly fingers herself under the table. On the drive home she describes in graphic detail how much better a real cock would feel.

One weekend she takes you to a lingerie store and makes you watch her try on sexy sets while you sit in the fitting room in your cage, leaking into your pants. Back home she models them and masturbates on the couch while you kneel in front of her, denied and desperate.

Weeks pass and the cage stays on almost full time. Your orgasms become rarer, weaker, and entirely controlled by her. Tawny's teasing grows more creative and cruel. She buys a larger dildo and makes you watch her fuck herself with it, moaning about how much better it feels than your tiny locked button.

"You were right, baby," she gasps during one particularly intense session, the thick toy stretching her. "It's not about you becoming a sissy. It's about me reminding you every single day how pathetic and small you are. And you love it."

You do. The constant denial, the visual torment of watching her cum while you cannot, the verbal humiliation focused purely on your size, it all breaks you in the most delicious way. Your resistance has only led to a deeper, more intimate form of submission.

Tawny owns your pleasure completely now. And every time she cums while you strain in your tiny pink cage, you fall a little more in love with her merciless teasing.