Consequence of Curiosity -Part 2 (Patreon)

Consequence of Curiosity -Part 2

“Baby, don’t be rude. Stand up and greet our guest properly.”

Sam had told me to stand up in front of the strange woman she had brought home, an innocuous request, most of the time. But currently I was wearing sheer stockings beneath my sweat pants and had painted toenails on display. Standing up would only reveal that.

“Carl, don’t be rude!” Sam said, with more force in her voice.

I sighed and stood up from the couch, heading over to Kristina to shake her hand and welcome her to our home.

“It’s nice to meet you, Carl.” She said, simply. But I saw her eyes drift down to my feet, how could they not? She had already noticed my eyebrows which Sam had insisted on ‘shaping’ for me.

“Sam, I didn’t know you were training a new sissy.” Kristina said to my girlfriend, causing me to blush a little.

I answered before Sam could. “She’s not. This was just…a little fun.”

“She’s still in a little bit of denial. But she’s getting there.” Sam said, referring to me in the feminine.

“Sam!”

“Oh shush, sissy. You’re the one who insisted on me showing you what I do, and now you’re getting first hand experience. Anyway, I’m just showing Krisitna around the nearest town, shopping areas, gyms, just thought I’d introduce her to my ‘boyfriend’ on the way. We'll be back in a little while.” I didn't like the way she said the word boyfriend, but I was happy to let them leave.

I knew she only brought that Kristina woman over to embarrass me a little, and I would talk to her about it later…..or so I thought.

When Sam got home that night, she barely gave me a chance to speak. “Sam, you’re home. Listen, I need to talk-Mmm!”

Sam had silenced me with a powerful kiss as soon as she got within range, forcing her tongue into my mouth as her hand went to massage my crotch. “Baby,” She said, breaking the kiss after I was good and worked up. “That was so fucking hot earlier. “The way you got all blushy and embarrassed when Kristina saw your nails and your eyebrows. I’ve been dying to get back here all afternoon….get upstairs. On the bed, just the panties and stockings. Now!”

The quick, passionate kiss had done its job. Plus the way Sam was taking charge a little, ordering me onto the bed, I was just horny enough to do what she said….I could talk to her later.

“There she is.” Sam said as she entered the bedroom to find me waiting on the bed in just the feminine underwear. “My pretty little sissy.”

“Sam, I told you-”

“Sssh!” Sam climbed onto the bed and placed her finger on my lips, shushing me. “Just go with it, I can already tell how much you love it.” One hand went down to grab my erection through the panties, proving her point about how much I was enjoying this. “Let me just have my fun, okay?”

“Fine.” I said, laying back on the pillow and enjoying her attention to my cock. Wearing the stockings and panties all day had left me very horny so I would let her have her fun before telling her I had had enough.

“There’s a good girl.” Sam said, stroking my cock slowly. “Such a good sissy for me…” I was blushing at her comments but I kept telling myself it was just a little role-play, and I was enjoying her hand on my cock. “Let’s try something fun.”

“Isn’t this fun enough?” I asked.

“You’ll love this, I promise. Come here.” She sat up on the bed and guided me to my feet next to her. She was sitting with her feet on the floor and removed her pants so she was bare legged. “Come here, sissy.” Sam took my hand and pulled me gently, leading me so that i was lying face down over her lap.

“Sam…What are you doing?” I asked, but I didn’t stop her or try to get up.

“I’m gonna give you a little spanking, baby. And you’re gonna love it.” Sam replied, pulling down my panties to expose my ass and let my hard cock fall free.

“A spanking? Really? I don’t think I’m into the discipline stuff.”

“We’ll see…” Sam adjusted her thighs, opening them slightly so that my cock pointed straight down, sandwiched between her soft thighs. “How does that feel?” She shuffled her thighs a little, working my cock with the warm flesh.

“Umm, that’s pretty nice.”

“Good, now get ready.” She brought her hand up and slapped me once on my bare, shaved ass. It stung a little and I twitched in response, but the twitching only caused my cock to move up and down between her thighs.

“Mmmm.” I moaned a little at the feeling from I cock between her thighs.

“See, I told you, you would like it.” ‘Slap!’ Another slap landed on my ass and the pattern repeated.

She kept up the steady, firm but teasing spanks for a while, alternating cheeks as I ground my cock into her thighs. I could feel my orgasm building.

“Little sissy likes being spanked.” ‘Slap!’ “She likes having her sissy butt slapped, isn’t that” ‘Slap!’ “Right?”

“Y-yes. Yeah.” I admitted. I couldn’t hide how much I was enjoying the feeling as I squirmed on her lap.

“I wonder what else she’ll like…” Sam was rubbing my ass now, almost tenderly. Until a finger of hers made it’s way between my cheeks and teased around the entrance to my ass.

“H-hey. Careful back there.” I said, a little nervous at having something, anything, so close to my asshole.

“Relax, sissy. All good sissies love having their ass played with.” Sam’s finger probed a little deeper, pushing on the ring of my ass without breaking its way in.

“Sam I….” ‘Slap!’ My protests were silenced by another slap on my ass. Sam brought her finger to her mouth and sucked, covering it in saliva.

“Relax, baby. You’re gonna love this.” Her spit-lubed finger returned to my asshole and began pushing again.

“Sam…” I wanted to protest, but I also wanted to cum, I was so confused. No one had ever tried to play with my ass before, maybe this would just be a new experience for me to look back on. Little did I know this would be another step down the path to becoming a total sissy.

“Shhh, just let it happen, baby.”

“Ahhh!” I moaned in pleasure/surprise/pain as her finger penetrated my backdoor, causing me to thrust into her thighs again.

“Theeeere it is. I’m inside you, now baby. I’m fingering you just like a slut. Do you like it?” Sam pushed her finger all the way into my ass and used it as leverage to make me grind into her thighs. She was tensing her leg muscles and relaxing them intermittently, massaging my erection with her thighs.

“Mmmm.” I moaned as an answer, not wanting my words to betray how much I was enjoying what was happening. ‘Slap!’

“I asked you a question, slut. Do you like my finger in your slutty ass?” Sam’s dominance and dirty talk was turning me on more and more and I knew I was gonna cum very soon.

“Yes. Yes I like it. Please just, finish me off.”

“Ha. I knew you’d love it, you slut. All good sissies love having their ass filled.” Sam began thrusting her finger and out of my ass while her thighs massaged my cock. “Go ahead, slut. Cum for me. Cum while I finger your sissy asshole.”

“Oooh fuck! Yes! Fuck me! Fuck my ass….Fuck!” I moaned in pleasure as I shot my load right between her thighs. She kept her finger in my ass until I stopped twitching and moaning. “Shit, Sam….That was…”

“I know, baby, I know.” Sam removed her finger from my ass and let me remove myself from her thighs. “I’m gonna go clean up. You can sit here and think about what kind of guy would cum while being over his girlfriend's knee, wearing panties and stockings and being spanked with a finger in ass.” She had that grin on her face like she had just won another battle, in a way I knew she had. “....You know the answer…Sissy.”

—

The ass play happened a few more times after that and naturally I was less inclined to object. Sometimes Sam would give me a slow blowjob while one of her fingers went around to my ass hole and pushed its way inside me. Other times she would have me lie on my front, wearing panties of course, and finger my ass while my cock rubbed against the fabric of the bed or pillow. She kept this up for a while until she knew I was hooked.

Over the next week or so I found myself in panties more than anything else, most of my boxers were untouched for most of the week. One night, Sam laid me down and began kissing down my body until she got my cock in her mouth.

She proceeded to give me a slow, teasing blowjob, never letting me go over the edge. Eventually, as I suspected, Sam’s finger appeared at my ass…But she didn’t put it in right away. She just teased my entrance with it, slowly circling and pushing against my hole without actually penetrating me. While she was doing this, her mouth was keeping my cock on edge.

“Fuck, Sam. Come on…” I moaned as I felt another edge come and go. She was an expert in reading my responses by now and knew when to back off to keep me right on the edge.

“Come on what, babe? Is there something you want?” She teased as her finger kept stroking at my asshole.

“You know there is…..”

“What is it, baby? What is it you want?” She asked, licking my cock once as that finger kept teasing my ass.

“Push it in. Please.” I moaned. I knew she wanted to make me ask for it. It would be a big step in admitting that I like what was happening.

“Push what in, sissy? Tell me what it is you need.”

“Fuck….” She would keep me here until I begged. I may as well give in. “Your finger, Sam. I want your finger in my ass….Please.”

“All you had to do was ask.” Her finger quickly pushed hard against my hole and slid all the way in.

“Ohhhh fuck. That’s it.” I moaned as Sam swallowed my cock at the same time as she fingered my ass. It wasn’t long until I was blowing my load right down her throat….

So now I was asking her to finger my ass while she played with my cock, I should have seen how far down the sissy rabbit hole I was by this point, but I was too busy enjoying all the attention my cock was getting. I was constantly horny thanks to the panties I was being made to wear, and Sam was always happy to take care of that arousal when she got home. May as well let her enjoy her little experiment…It’s not like I was really a sissy.

—

During one particular week, Sam was too busy to take care of me as often as she normally would, which meant that I was pretty horny by the end of that week.

I tried to initiate something before she headed out to work one morning, but she told me she didn’t have time. “Sorry, babe. Mel and I are super busy with work this week. But I’ll tell you what, you keep your panties and stockings on all day and make sure you’re nice and smooth for when I get home and I’ll see what I can do about your little clitty when I get back, okay?” She almost always tried to refer to my cock in some humiliating manner or other by that point. I had complained about it on occasion but it didn’t stop her.

“Okay, babe.” I said, “I’ll see you when you get home.” I intended to wait for her, of course. But the act of shaving my legs totally smooth and then pulling the stockings and panties into place while fantasizing about what Sam would do for me when she got home had me too horny to think straight.

I began stroking myself through the material of the underwear she had picked out for me, not realizing how close I was to orgasm until it was too late. I found myself squirting my sissy load into the panties right there in the bathroom. I felt guilty right away, as soon as I was finished I regretted what I’d done, I just jacked off in a pair of panties and this time I couldn’t even blame it on Sam’s kink….I did this all by myself.

I of course had to clean up and change my underwear. I decided to put on a pair of my own boxer shorts, the post-nut clarity had set in and I figured I would tell Sam I didn’t want to ‘play’ tonight when she got home. We could just have a quiet night together instead.

Of course, Sam noticed I wasn’t wearing the panties pretty much as soon as she got home. “What happened to the panties I picked out for you?” She asked.

“Oh I uhhh, I took them off. I figured we didn’t need any playtime tonight. We could just chill out instead. No sex games involved.”

Sam was quiet for a moment, the wheels turning in her head. “So this morning you were all suuuuper horny and desperate for me to get you off. But when I get home you're all of a sudden not interested and you're not wearing the panties anymore. It doesn't take a genius to figure out what happened, Carl.”

“I don't know what you mean.” I said, albeit weakly.

“Yes you do. You jerked off and now you're not horny anymore. Just admit it.”

She had me, and she knew it. “Okay fine. I guess I wound up accidentally getting myself off earlier.” I admitted.

“Accidentally?”

“Well I was horny, and the panties just felt so nice that I gave them a little rub and before I knew it I was ‘finishing the job’ so to speak.”

Sam sighed before answering. “I should have known this would happen. I should have known that a sissy like you wouldn't be able to control herself in a pair of panties. It's okay, baby, I'm not mad. I know it's not your fault.”

I should have protested about the way she referred to me, but I was just happy this conversation was over and she wasn't giving me a hard time about playing with myself.

When I woke up the following morning, Sam was already awake and waiting for me.

“Morning, slut.” She greeted me brightly.

“Morning.” I mumbled a reply as I sat up in bed.

“I have to go out to meet Mel soon, we have a busy day ahead but I don’t want you playing with yourself while I'm gone this time.”

“Sam, it's not like I spend all day jerking off, you know.”

“I know, but I like it when you're all horny and needy for me when I get home. That's why I got this.” Sam was holding something in her hand, a small, pink, plastic cage that had a vague resemblance to a limp penis.

“Is that what I think it is?” I asked.

“That depends…..do you think it's a chastity cage to stop you from playing with your little sissy stick while I'm gone?”

“Sam I…..that's a little much, isn't it? I don't need a cage.”

“Oh come one, babe, this will be fun. Just think, you'll be all locked up, waiting for me to get back from work. All that sexual energy will be saved for me. It will be super hot. I promise.”

“Yeah but I don't need a cage to save my energy for you. Yesterday was a one off.”

“Come on baby, for me? Just think about how good it will be when I get home and let you out? Besides, if you don't plan on diddling yourself today, then there's no reason not to wear it? Come on, I'll make it worth your while.”

I was beaten, it was getting harder and harder to say no to anything Sam suggested these days so I agreed to the cage. It took some cold water from the shower to calm me down but between us, the cage was locked on. It had a built-in barrel lock which Sam told me was more secure than those that required a padlock.

I sat on the bed on a towel as Sam turned the key and sealed my cock away. “There, all locked up for me.” She leaned forward and gave the plastic of the cage a kiss, causing my cock to twitch and try to grow a little. “Oh look, she likes it.” Sam giggled as she grabbed my caged packaged and gave it a shake.

“Okay, babe. Now that your little clitty is safely out of your reach, I need to be going. I'll see you later. Try not to miss me too much….Oh, and make sure you're in panties when I get home.”

And so I spent my first day in a chastity cage. I spent some time examining myself but it was obvious that the cage wasn't going anywhere without that key. As I pulled the panties Sam had left out for me up into place, I couldn't help my cock trying to get hard at the smooth material.

I was quickly met with frustration at being able to get fully erect and instead found myself distracted by the pulsing and twitching of my locked up cock against the cage.

This kept happening throughout the day. I would think of something or the panties would rub me in just the right way, I would start to get turned on, the cage would stop me, and that frustrated feeling would turn me on more until I found a way to distract myself.

Needless to say, I was very happy to see Sam when she got home. So happy that I greeted with a kiss as soon as she walked in.

“Well hello. Someone's happy to see me. I wonder why?”

“You know why.” I said, pulling her close to me and grabbing her ass. I could feel my cock pressing against the cage as I did.

“Slow down there, I know how much of a horny slut you are, but I'm barely in the door. Let's at least have dinner first.” Sam said, smiling while she squeezed my caged package. “But I do love the enthusiasm.”

We ate dinner while Sam teased me more about how I was caged and desperate, always telling me how much she loved how horny I was for her. Finally, we headed upstairs to the bedroom for my promised release.

“On the bed, sissy.” Sam removed her clothes and crawled on top of me, but she didn't unlock the cage. “First things first. I think my girl needs to get her Mistress off, don't you?”

All the times Sam had brought me to an amazing climax lately, I wasn’t about to refuse her one of her own. What the hell, I could play along. “Yes, Mistress.” I answered her.

“Mmm, I love hearing that. Get to work, slut.” Sam climbed further up until she was mounted square on my face. I let my tongue do the work until her moans increased and she ground down hard, almost cutting off my air as she came.

Sam crawled down when she was satisfied and straddled my knees, looking down at my caged and pantied cock. “I suppose you want me to take this off now?” She asked, lightly stroking my smooth balls.

“Yes, please.”

“Well I suppose you have been a good girl for me.” Sam pulled the panties down and put the key in the lock and I was finally able to get hard. She stroked my shaft slowly, lazily. Teasing me. “What do you want now, sissy?”

“I want to cum.” I answered.

“Do you want me to play with your little clitty?”

I wasn't thrilled about her words choice, but I was horny enough not to care. “Yes!”

“Ask me!”

“Please, Sam er, Mistress. Please touch me.” I begged.

“C'mon, sissy. You can do better than that. Ask me properly to play with your little, sissy clit. Go on.” Sam's hand was resting casually at the base of my erection, not moving but making enough contact to drive me crazy.

“Please touch me…” would I really go as far as to start emasculating myself? Of course I would. “Please touch my sissy clitty.” I blushed deeply red as I heard the words come out of my own mouth for the first time. As though hearing them in my own voice would make them more true than when Sam said it.

“Fuck! That's a good girl.” Sam stroked me slowly, making me squirm, desperate for more. “Keep going. Keep begging.”

“Yes….keep going…touch my sissy cock.” The box had been opened and the humiliating words were falling freely from my mouth as Sam teased me cock. “Please….faster. stroke my clitty, Mistress. Yes….fuck….”

I debased myself as I moaned until the orgasm hit me and I felt the warm splashes of my own cum landing on my stomach. That post Nut Clarity hit hard as all the words that I had been saying floated through my head….

The following day, Sam locked the cage back on while she was out and the evening pattern repeated. This would happen again a few more times over the coming weeks. Whenever Sam had to leave me home alone, I would be locked in chastity and wearing panties. I remember thinking that it had actually been a while since I had touched my own cock properly. I was loving all the extra attention from Sam, but it felt weird that I was no longer able to touch myself whenever I wanted.

The first full night I spent in the cage was a tough one. It happened when Sam came home and told me she was tired to play with me. I asked for her to unlock the cage but, in her words, “It's not like you're going to be playing with your sissy dick while I'm here so you may as well leave it on.”

I couldn't think of a good argument so I spent that night tossing and turning in bed as my clitty strained in its cage.

“Do I really have to stay in the cage all day again?” I asked the following morning. “It's been aching all night.”

“Yes. I told you, I don't want you wasting all your energy jerking off, not when I might be in the mood for some fun when I get home. But listen, I can help.” She said, rummaging through her bedside drawer to grab something.

“You could help by taking the cage off.”

“Nice try, panty boy. Here.” Sam handed me what looked like an old MP3 player. It had wired headphones and a long lace attached so it could be worn around the neck. All the rage when I was a kid in school.

“Wow, haven't seen an actual MP3 player in a long time.” I said, “But how is this supposed to help?”

“It has a bunch of recordings on it, they're kind of like self help recordings, but customised for little sissies like you. They should help.”

“Self help for sissies? Really?” I asked.

“Hey. Mel and I paid a licensed therapist a lot of money to make those recordings. And the clients who have sampled them have all shown positive results. Just try it out. If you're struggling with your cage, listen to track three. It will help you manage.”

“A recording will help me manage my cock being locked in a cage?”

“It couldn't hurt. Anyway I gotta go. See you later, slut.” Sam kissed me quickly, squeezed my crotch, then left.

I was distracted all morning by the cage, so I gave in and gave the MP3 a chance. I wore it around my neck and played track three as Sam suggested.

“Welcome, sissy…” A woman's voice started talking through the earphones. “If you're listening to this, then that should mean you are currently locked in a chastity cage. If this is the case then sit, or lie down, make yourself comfortable and relax.”

Her voice was sweet, warm and inviting. I found her easy to listen to as I sat on the sofa, breathing along with her as instructed and feeling my muscles slowly relax. The voice guided me through some breathing and relaxing exercises that seemed to work, focusing on each of my muscles one by one until my whole body felt lighter somehow.

“....And while you relax, I want you now to focus on your chastity cage. Feel its tight embrace around your sissy package, squeezing you. Holding you. You may find it frustrating at times, but I'm going to help with that….” I kept listening as honey like voice talked about how I should want to be in chastity, and how I should enjoy it.

“You want to be a good sissy for your Mistress. Good sissies get rewards, and good sissies keep their clitty locked safely in chastity. You like when your Mistress rewards you, don't you?” I found myself internally agreeing with her on that one, I was certainly enjoying the rewards.

“Think about how pleasurable those rewards can be as you focus on your chastity cage. Every time the cage aches and squeezes your sissy penis, it should serve as a reminder of how you are being a good girl and staying locked for your Mistress. And you want to be a good sissy, don't you? Good sissies get rewards, and good sissies stay locked in chastity. I want you to try something now, as you sit, or lie there and relax with me. I want you to repeat the phrases out loud as I say them.”

What the hell, may as well try it, I thought. “I enjoy being rewarded.”

“I enjoyed being rewarded.” I said quietly, playing along.

“Good sissies, get rewards.”

Again I repeated the phrase.

“Good sissies stay caged.”

“I enjoy being rewarded.”

“Good sissies get rewards.”

“Good sissies stay caged.”

“Good girl. You're doing so well for me. “The voice said as I repeated the phrases out loud a few more times. Good sissies get rewards, and good sissies stay caged. So if you want to be a good girl for your Mistress, you will stay caged. You do want to be a good sissy don't you?”

“....yes….” I found myself agreeing with the recording.

“Say it with me…I want to be a good sissy.”

“I want to be a good sissy.”

The recording continued in a similar vein for a while as I listened along happily.

“Now, when you feel your chastity cage squeezing you, that frustration will remind you that you are being a good girl for your Mistress. And good sissies get rewards. So instead of feeling frustrated and locked away you can feel happy knowing that you are only caged, because you are a good sissy. And good sissies get rewards….”

On and on the voice talked, reminding and reinforcing the suggestion. I would later find out that the guided relaxation at the start of the file was itself a kind of hypnotic trigger, just the word ‘relax’ would remind me of the safe, comfortable feeling I got while listening to the recordings.

When the recording stopped, I opened my eyes, not quite remembering when they closed, and wondered if that would have actually helped. I was still horny, and still felt frustrated, but I tried to focus on the message from the MP3 instead of my own frustration.

I was staying caged because I wanted to be a good sissy for Mistress.

Wait, no…..that was wrong, I thought. I wasn't a sissy, I was just playing along for the sake of a little fun.

I did get a vague feeling that maybe the recording had helped a little. If I focused on all the fun me and Sam had been having lately, instead of my own frustration, then being just the cage wasn't so bad.

“Huh, maybe it did help a little…” I shrugged and decided that with nothing better to do, I may as well listen to the recording again.

So I did, two or maybe three more times that day. I didn't actually believe that I was being hypnotized, but the guided relaxation and comfortable feeling that came with it was nice. Plus, it did help a little….maybe.

“Sissy, I'm hooome.”

“Hey, Mistre-uhhh Sam.” I said, almost slipping up after hearing the recording refer to ‘Mistress’ so often.

“You seem a little more chipper than you were this morning. Did you listen to the recording like I said?” She asked me.

“Yeah, a few times, actually. I hate to admit but I think it actually did help with the cage a little.”

“See, I told you. Did you listen to any of the other recordings?”

“No, you didn't mention the others. Why?”

“No reason, there are some fun ones on there, although there are also some pretty intense ones haha. Give some a try sometime.” Sam said, smiling like she knew something I didn't.

“Now, how about I reward my sissy for being such a good girl?”

“Well I'm not gonna say no to that….”

End part 2