Her Gift of Silk and Steel

“Because this way, you’ll remember who’s in charge,” she says, pulling my panties up. The tiny tube locked to me nestles into place behind the satin.
“When will you take it off?” I can’t keep the anxiety out of my voice, but I’m already filling the cage.
“When I think you’re ready,” she grins. “Maybe never again.”

The panties may have started as a gift for me, but they rapidly became something so much more. When I opened the box and realized how much my girlfriend Caroline knew about my fantasies, I was shocked — and she could barely wait to get me into them.

And reveal how much deeper and darker her fantasies go.

Panties and a skirt aren’t enough for her — she wants me locked inside them. Just a day of sissy fun doesn’t go far enough — she wants me like this forever. She doesn’t just want a boyfriend — she needs a sissy plaything.

Can I really do what she’s asking? How far am I really willing to go to become the sissy she wants me to be?