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My New Life, a story by Dee Ramone © D. Ramone 2018 My New Life is an erotic novel by D. Ramone featuring themes of chastity and cross-dressing and descriptions of sexually explicit acts which those of a sensitive nature may find not to their tastes. It is not suitable for such readers nor for anyone considered a minor by the authorities in their country of residence. My New Life is entirely a work from Dee Ramone and any similarities to places or people, either living or dead, is entirely coincidental. The names of all individuals in this story have been changed to protect their identities. My New Life (and how I came to accept it). Part 10 We talked all day. Only pausing for an hour or so while I made us some lunch and while Lisa took a short nap in an attempt to get over her jet-lag. We talked and talked until we had covered every conceivable aspect of what our life together would be. We cover everything from the big things, like where we would live and what our roles would be, right down to the very small, like which day was to be laundry day, or whose job it was to stock the fridge and what type of milk was best. Many of the things we talked about might sound stupid to an outsider but, as in any relationship, it's those little things that cause arguments. But ours was not just any relationship. Ours was female-led, and I was to be feminized and chased the whole time. It was true that over the last few months I had come to really enjoy wearing female clothing, and I loved how my willingness and enthusiasm to cross-dress both excited and delighted Lisa. And in all honesty, I had accepted that wearing a chastity cage wasn't anywhere near as bad as I had first feared. If anything, being in chastity had lifted the burden of sexual expectation off of me and allowed us to become closer on an emotional level. I think most women loved to be cuddled at times. Not for those cuddles to lead on to sex later, but just cuddling to feel close to the person they love. I know Lisa liked me to cuddle her, and she loved it when I would spoon up behind her in bed and just hold her close to me. And in truth, I also liked to be cuddled. I don't know if it was a side effect of my crossdressing if my mental focus had shifted from sex to intimacy. But there were plenty of times where I just felt so comforted and reassured when Lisa cuddled me. Before submitting to chastity, I hadn't thought about the emotional aspects. And to begin with, I think I was like most men. I felt frustrated, denied, and yes, a little abused. I suppose I was like many other men when chastity is first brought up in a relationship. I was full of bravado, sure that it couldn't be that bad. And, I assured Lisa, like many men assure their wives and girlfriends, that I was willing to go into chastity if that is what it would take to prove my love for her. I also told myself, more accurately like other men, I lied to myself and Lisa, that it wouldn't bother me as I didn't masturbate that much anyway. The truth is that the bravado quickly past as it takes a little time to get used to having a chastity cage locked around your penis. And, if you are not careful, an ill-fitting cage can pinch something fierce. Secondly, proving that you love someone is all well and good, but when they are not there when it is just you, your thoughts, and your cage, you discover that love is sometimes maddingly frustrating. Finally, as to masturbation, as I discovered, and have been told by a good few others since, men lie about how often they jerk off. It not until you have that secret little vice taken away from you that you suddenly realize just how much you used to bash the old bishop. It might sound like I am speaking against male chastity, but I am most categorically not. What chastity took away in the sexual aspect of my relationship with Lisa has been replaced in spades in our emotional closeness. Without the prospect of sex rearing its" ugly head, I have found that I truly love just being with Lisa. I love doing things for her. I love just sitting with her, or holding her hand, massaging her feet. I even love cooking for her and watching her eat. And, if while eating she smiles at me or touches my hand and tells me she is enjoying her meal, then I feel far more satisfied than I ever could from having a quick one off the wrist. In short, chastity might mean giving up meaningless masturbation or casual sex. But it replaces that with a much closer, intermit, and by miles further, a meaningful emotional relationship. By the time we had finished talking Lisa and I had covered just about everything we could think of. We had, to all intents and purposes, drawn up a contract. Lisa suggested, and I agreed that we should take the time to write down everything we had agreed. So, while I got busy making dinner, Lisa got her laptop and sitting at the dining room table, she began typing up what would eventually be our prenup if you will. It sounded odd calling it that, after all, neither of us had even mentioned getting married. But we would be living as common-law and as such we both thought it best to have something we both agreed upon. In the end, it was to take us several days to come up with a final agreement we were both happy with, but Lisa did make a start on it that first night. Looking back on it now we are both having a joint giggle about that night. Thinking about how we sat at the dinner table, drinking wine by the glassful, and discussing things like what implements can be used for domestic discipline. And how many were the maximum number of strokes? For example, a paddle could be used, but only to a maximum of twenty strokes. A riding crop was allowed to a maximum of six per buttock. No punishments could overlap and there had to be a twenty- four-hour gap between punishments. But, on top of things like no blood- play or breath-play, we also covered things such as dress code. I was to be dressed as a female at all times, regardless of time or place. This, of course, meant that I would be Dee, fulltime, all the time. While working at home I could dress in any clothes I felt comfortable in but, while cooking or cleaning, I would be dressed as a maid and in the uniform of Lisa's choosing. As you can imagine it was a very exhaustive list of conditions covering every situation either of us could envisage. So, after our second bottle of wine, and with the agreement far from complete, we put the laptop aside and, hand in hand, went upstairs to bed. We showered together, as we often did, and for the first time in what felt like far too long, I got to see Lisa beautiful body. Not only did I get to see it but Lisa allowed me the privilege of washing it. I don't know if my hands were trembling because of my pent-up frustrations or because I was beginning to realize we would soon be this close all the time. It made Lisa giggle, seeing and feeling my trembling hands as I washed her, but her delicate hand stroking my cheek, and her reassuring smiles before she kissed me, claimed my nerves. Before too long we were kissing each other deeply, our arms embracing one another as the hot water of the shower washed over us. We were both naked, save for my chastity cage and, as we kissed, Lisa let her hand fall until she cupped my caged member. "I'm sorry you've been locking up for so long," Lisa said softly. "But the trip came up suddenly and I really had to go." She let go of my manhood and kissed me passionately, gripping my bottom till her nails dug deep into the flesh and making me jump. "I know you couldn't help it Miss Lisa," I replied, interrupting our kiss for a brief moment. "We don't you worry sweetheart," Lisa said, a puzzling smirk curling up the corners of her lips as she spoke. "You've been a good girl, a very good girl. Never complaining and also making yourself beautiful for me. So, tonight, because you've been a very good girl and also because I want to, I am going to take that nasty tight cage off you." "Thank you, Miss Lisa," I gasped in delight. "No Dee. Thank you for being a good girl," Lisa smiled sweetly. "But I have missed you darling, missed touching you, and feeling you touching me. But we'll put that right tonight." As she spoke Lisa once again cupped my caged manhood in her hand as she hoarsely whispered in my ear. "I want to feel my girlfriend's cock inside on me tonight. I want to feel it filling me." And she gave my balls a squeeze that was almost painful. I jumped back, my hips jerking back in an involutory manner as Lisa squeezed my balls again. "I sorry sweetheart," Lisa said as she let go of my, by then, slightly pained balls. "But they feel so full, you really must have been missing me." Lisa stepped out of the shower and grabbed a towel. But she told me to shave my chest and underarms again as there were a few small hairs starting to show. With that, she handed me a razor and left the bathroom. A short time later I joined Lisa in the bedroom. She was dressed in a charming white laced teddy. It had broad lace shoulder straps with a deep plunging neck that exposed most of her cleavage and was cup high over the hips. As I walked into the bedroom Lisa did a pirouette, showing off both her teddy and her exquisite body, that the teddy did little to hide. "You look sensational as always Miss Lisa," I answered truthfully. "Why thank you Dee," she smiled sweetly. "But do you like the teddy?" "Yes, Miss Lisa." Again, Lisa smiled. "Good, I am glad you like it as I bought you one as well." Lisa motioned her hand to the bed and, sure enough, there, draped over a brightly wrapped box, was a matching teddy, only mine was in a burgundy color. "Thank you, Miss Lisa, but Miss..." "But what's in the box?" Lisa said, finishing the question I was having difficulty with. "Yes Miss." "Well, why don't you open it darling," Lisa smiled as she walked slowly towards me. "I told you I bought you something very special while I was away. So, go on. Open it." I lifted the teddy off the box. It felt too soft and delicate in my hands that I could only dream of how nice it would feel on my body. But, for the time being, I placed the teddy aside and took a closer look and the gift-wrapped box beneath. Carefully I unpicked the tape holding the gift wrap. At the same time, I was attempting to judge what the present might be by the weight of the box. And there was some weight to the box, not a lot, but some. Lisa was beside me by then, a look of eager anticipation on her face. I unwrapped the brightly colored paper to find a rather plain box beneath, but, inside the box was Lisa great surprise for me, and it truly was a surprise. Inside the box were the most realistic breast forms I had ever seen. They looked totally realistic. Their coloring was right, and an almost perfect match to my skin color, the nipples were nicely darkened and, while slightly bigger than my own, they were not too big. And, when I touched them for the first time, they felt exactly as skin should feel. "Do you like them darling?" Lisa asked excitedly. "They are the very latest thing, more realistic than anything else on the market. I got you a 'C' cup. I think that will look best with your figure." Lisa paused for a moment as she stood there looking intently at me. "Well? Say something." "They're lovely," I said softly, my voice beginning to break. "I mean it. They are really lovely. I was just thinking today how... when I was getting dress..." I couldn't finish. I suddenly felt totally overwhelmed by everything and began to cry. I can not explain how I felt right then, other than to say that my emotions were off the chart. But I can say that I wasn't crying because I was sad, if anything I was happy, happier than I had ever been before. I knew Lisa Loved me, and I loved her more than anything in the world. True, we had a somewhat unusual arrangement and the lifestyle we had planned out for ourselves was not to everybody's choosing. But Lisa had, by buying those breast forms, shown me that she wanted me as her girlfriend, her partner, her lover and that she wanted to make me look my very best. For some time, we sat together on the bed, me crying and thanking Lisa, while she cuddled and reassured me. When I was able to pull myself together and thank her properly Lisa told me that she was a little taken aback by my reaction. She knew I was in love with her, and she also knew that I was willing to dress as she wanted me to dress. But seeing my reaction, she told me, she knew beyond any doubt, that she had been right about me and that I really did, deep inside, want to be the girl she knew I could be. Lisa sent me to wash my face again and, when I returned, she was putting on some rubber gloves so that might put the breast forms on for me. I was told to lay down on the bed, which I did, then Lisa washed my chest with some surgical sprite. It felt cold, and I mean really cold, and it caused my own nipples to become erect. After that Lisa took a small spray can that she explained was the activator for the special adhesive for the breast forms. That spray was also cold but Lisa said my body would soon warm everything up and that my own body heat would help hold the forms in place. Next, Lisa took a second spray can and sprayed the back of the breast form. I noticed when she did that there was a small dimple in the rear of the breast form. Lisa explained that the small dimple, as I called it, was one of the things that made these breast form special. Unlike the breast form they give to women that have lost a breast to cancer, these breast forms had been designed for transvestites or transgender people. The small dimple was designed to fit over the nipple and was also directly in-line with, and connected the nipple on the breast form. After spraying the breast form Lisa took it in both hands, pressed on the front of it so that the little dimple seemed to open out. She carefully positioned it over my nipple then, after pressing the breast form to my chest, released the pressure on the front. All at once I felt the breast form sticking to my chest and I felt my nipple being sucked into the back of the breast form. It wasn't a painful feeling, in fact, it felt quite nice. Lisa often sucked my nipples during sex, just as I would suck hers. And it felt a little like. That like my nipple was being sucked gently. For the next few minutes, Lisa carefully positioned the breast form and feathered out the edges so that in the end it was really hard to see where the breast form joined to my natural skin. When she was happy she told me to put my hand on the breast form and hold it in place while the adhesive dried. That would only take a few minutes and while it was drying, she began to spray the other breast form ready for placing on my chest. Once both the breast forms were in place, and I got that warming feeling of having both my nipples sucked at the same time, Lisa applied some foundation cream around the breast forms till all the edges blended with my skin. Finally, she was happy, and Lisa sat back and admired the way my new breast looked on me. As for me, I could feel their weight on my chest and, after holding them, I could feel how my own body heat had warmed them so that now they felt very real to the touch. "Why don't you get up and have a look in the mirror sweetheart," Lisa said, obviously pleased with her handiwork. So, I did, and I immediately got my first surprise from my new breast. As I sat up on the bed, the breast seemed to move on my chest. They were so carefully crafted to be as natural as possible that, my sitting up, caused the breast to sag slightly on my chest. I felt them pulling on my skin, not painfully, but noticeably. But most of all I felt them pulling on my nipples. Things had suddenly gone from feeling a gentle sucking on my nipples to something like having them playfully pinched. Also, when I walked across the bedroom to the mirror, I felt my new breast swaying with every step. I remember looking at Lisa and seeing her smiling at me. "Feels strange darling?" Lisa asked knowingly. I just nodded yes. "You'll get used to it," she said reassuringly. "All us girls have to get used to it. But, unlike most girls, you don't have to go through puberty and suffer all the other things that go with it while your breasts grow. It will feel a little odd, at first, but you will soon get used to them, and how to make sure you have them properly supported." When I looked at myself in the mirror I could not believe just how real my new breasts looked. I turned first one way, then the other, getting a good view of my breasts from all sides. I also got a little thrill as I turned and felt the way my breasts seemed to lag behind my turn and then keep turning after I stopped. Lisa came behind me and wrapped her arms around me. "You like them?" she said huskily in my ear. "Yes. Very much," I replied honestly. Lisa then placed her hands under my breasts, lifting them slightly. As she did I felt the pull on my nipples change and I sighed as a tingle ran through me. Then she reached up with her thumbs and began flicking my new nipples. And, thanks to the very clever design of my new breasts, I felt very flick on my own nipples. "Didn't I tell you how much more fun it is to be a woman?" Lisa whispered. "Yes," I moaned softly as I turned towards her. "I love them, I love you. I mean I love everything we are doing. It's like, well like-" "You are not going to start crying again are you?" Lisa smiled as she hugged me tight to her. "I might," I said, holding back more tears. "It's just, well, everything's-" "Come on my sweet," Lisa interrupted me again. She took my hand and led me to the bed. "Why don't we get you dressed and we can take that nasty cage off. Then, well who knows what might happen." A short time later I had slipped into the teddy that Lisa had bought for me, and was pleased to discover that it had some built-in support for my new breasts. But I also discover that the teddy had a split crotch that allowed my caged manhood to slip through. "That looks really nice on you darling. I like it," Lisa said huskily. Then she placed her leg foot on the bed and turned her ankle toward me. "I bet I know who would like this key." Around her ankle was a thin gold chain and, on that chain, was the key to the lock holding me prisoner in chastity. "I've worn it every day darling," Lisa said slowly. "Never took it off, not once. Sort of as a reminder that you were locked and that you had done so willingly." With that, Lisa unhooked the chain from her ankle and came towards me. "My beautiful, beautiful Dee," Lisa said softly. She kissed me, her arms went around my neck, holding me to her, as her tongue darted into my mouth. My arms went around her waist pulling her even closer. But then I felt a new and very strange sensation in my chest. As I drew Lisa closer to our breasts pressed together and, as they did, I felt a sudden flood of new feelings coming from my nipples. It was like nothing I had ever felt before, like someone pinching and sucking and rubbing my nipples all at the same time. It made me gasp, from both surprise and delight. Lisa held her back and looked at me, a knowing smile playing on her lips. Then her arms went from around my neck and she cupped my breasts in her hands lifting them slightly which sent a whole other flood of sensations coursing through my body. "You will have to remember these darling," Lisa grinned. "Your body is a slightly different shape now and you will have to take account of these lovely things from now on." With that, she gave my new breasts a squeeze and lifted them high on my chest before dropping them. I let out a sharp gasp. What Lisa did had done sent a sharp stinging pain through my nipples. It felt like she had just taken careful aim at my nipples, and flicked them hard. I don't know how these breast forms worked, whether it was the way they were glued to my chest or the way my own nipples were partly sucked inside of them, but every touch to my new breasts, every push, or pinch, or squeeze, I felt in my own nipples. I was learning, and learning fast that, just like every woman learns, your breast can bring you a lot of pleasure, but they can also bring you pain. While I was considering that other facet of my new breast, Lisa went down on her knees in front of me and slipped that small key into the lock of my cage. I heard the tiny click as the lock sprang open then felt the tube of the cage being pulled off of my manhood. Almost at once I began to become erect. That made Lisa giggle and she looked up at me smiling broadly. Quickly then she stripped apart the base ring from behind my balls and she placed all the parts on my bedside table. Then, just to be on the safe side, she washed my manhood with some of the surgical spirits. And even though that spirit was cold, it didn't seem to have any effect on my erection. Lisa stood up and pressed her body tightly to me. Our lips met, our tongues playing hide and seek with each other between our mouths. She pressed herself to me and I wrapped my arms tightly around her so that our breasts were crushed together. I felt Lisa raise herself up on her toes as she thrust her hips against mine. She gave a small wiggle of her hips as she parted her legs and I felt my erection slip between her thighs and brush against her hot, moist sex. Lisa must have felt it too as she pressed her thighs together and lowered herself from her tiptoes. She now had my manhood trapped between her thighs and pressing tightly to her sex. She moaned softly, humming almost as a tiny shudder rippled through her body and she began to move her hips back and forth as she rubbed her sex on my manhood. "Oh how I've missed feeling your wonderful body against mine darling," Lisa cooed as she rubbed herself harder on my erection. Her hands went to my buttock, gripping them tightly as she ground her sex on my manhood. But then she pulled away from me suddenly. She stepped back, letting my manhood bob freely between us, as she turned and throw back the covers on the bed. A moment later she turned back to me, a look of pure wanton lust in her eyes and took my hand and pulled me on to the bed. In a moment we were entwined together like two snakes mating. All the pent-up sexual frustration of the last two week fell away as our bodies became interlaced. Lisa's left leg was wrapped around my right. And my right leg was pressed between hers as she forced her hot, needy sex against my thigh. She began thrusting her hips on my thigh, grunting noisily as she did so. Her belly was pressed tight to mine, her breast crushed against mine. Our lips were locked together as our tongues wrestled with one another. And hands, her hands seemed to be everywhere. One moment Lisa was grabbing and squeezing my bottom, the next she was rubbing and playing with my breast, before she suddenly grabbed my hair and, pulling my head back, she started kissing my throat. I always knew Lisa was a passionate woman but then, on that night, she was wild. One second, we were laying side by side in a tight embrace, the next she was rolling on top of me before rolling so I was on top of her. Then Lisa rolled over and sat on top of me, straddling my hips. Her fingers were interlaced with mine and she gripped my hands tightly as she forced them above my head. She raised up a fraction, wiggling her hips slightly till my manhood slipped out from between her legs. Then, with my shaft pointing skyward, she eased herself forward until my shaft was then trapped between her sex and my belly. I saw Lisa's eyes squeeze tight shut as she moaned softly while she began to slowly massage my manhood with her wet and pouting sex. There was a wicked, almost evil smile on Lisa's lips. Her eyes were screwed tight shut as little self-satisfied moans escaped her lungs. She knew she had me, knew she could tease me right to edge of orgasm, yet not allow me to come. The way her sex was pressed to my manhood, nearly engulfing it, but without over stimulating it, meant she could bring herself orgasm while at the same time denying me mine. She could and often did as she rocked her hips, tilt herself so that her clitoris was being rubbed along the length of my shaft. But with my manhood trapped between us, all her rubbing and grinding was never quite enough to really stimulate me. Lisa teased me like that for what seemed an age. It was maddening, yet thrilling also. She was very much in control, and we both knew it. She could dictate the pace and the intensity of her stimulation, and there was little I could do to change that. If I pressed my manhood hard to her sex, lifting my hips to change things. Lisa simply raised up on her knees till my manhood was bobbing helplessly in thin air. If I tried to tilt my hips, changing the angle at which my shaft was pointing, she just pulled back, grinning her wicked little grin until I returned to the position she wanted me in. Only once did I manage to reposition myself without Lisa noticing. She rubbed her clitoris forward, along the length of my shaft. Then, as she began to rock back, I tilted my hips while also pressing down into the bed before rising quickly. In an instant, my manhood slipped deep between the moist engorged folds of her sex. I felt the hot, wetness surrounding my shaft as I thrust deeper into her wanton hole. But then Lisa pressed down on me. Using her full weight to pin my hips to the bed as the muscles of her sex clamped tightly around my shaft. For several long, wonderful seconds she held me there, cooing softly to herself as the muscles of her vagina rippled around my manhood. But then, and all too soon, she lifted herself off my shaft and letting out a mischievous laugh as my penis thrust upwards in a hollow chase to get back inside of her. "Don't be a naughty girl now darling," Lisa said playfully. "But I need to feel myself inside of you," I protested meekly. "And you will sweetheart," Lisa sighed as she again lowered her hips and once more trapped my manhood between or two bodies. "But my pleasure comes first, remember. You are only here to give me pleasure. That is what my lesbian girlfriend is for. You understand that don't you Dee?" "Yes Miss Lisa," I groaned. "But what you are doing to me, down there. It's driving me crazy. Please, let me lick instead. Let me worship you with my tongue." "So, you want to lick me?" "Yes Miss Lisa." "You want to worship me with your tongue?" "Yes Miss Lisa. Please allow me to worship you?" "So, you want to worship me with your tongue rather than feel my sex on your?" "Yes Miss Lisa. I mean no." "Well, which is it, girl? Do you want to worship me or do you want to feel my sex on yours?" "Please, Miss Lisa. It's a trap and you know it." Lisa began rubbing her sex against my manhood again and, this time, she would occasionally let my shaft slip inside of her. "There's no trap darling. You simply had to choose. Worship me, or feel my warm hole as it strokes your shaft." "It is a trap," I protested. "If I say I want to feel your sex on mine you're going to say that I mean you don't deserve to be worshiped and then you'll tease me mercilessly. And if I say I want to worship you, then you are going to put me back in the cage without any release." "Oh my, my, Dee," Lisa chuckled. "It is a dilemma now, isn't it. What is a girl to choose?" "Please Miss Lisa. Whatever I say it will be wrong. But it's been so long, I need to make love to you." "Need," Lisa said thoughtfully. "That's such a strong word, and a bit of an exaggeration. You want to make love. You don't need to." "Please Miss Lisa, don't play games. I want to make love to you, I really, really want to make love to you. I'll be a good girl, I'll clean you after and worship all night, just please let me make love to you." Lisa unexpectedly raised up her hips. As she did, my erection stood upright, and Lisa impaled herself on it. Her vaginal muscles clamped tightly around my shaft and her legs hooked in behind mine. One second Lisa was on top, the next she was rolling over and pulling me on top of her. Her legs went around my waist and her arms went around my neck. "Come on Dee," she demanded, "Show me what a good girlfriend you are. Make love to me, fuck me till you fill me up." I began thrusting into her, pulling out till only the tip of my penis was nestled between the swollen folds of her sex, then thrusting back into her as she grunted her approval to my forceful love-making. Lisa's head fell back, her eyes were squeezed tight shut as grunt after grunt came from her throat in time with my deep thrust. Then I felt her legs tighten around my waist, her fingers clawed at my back, her body began to quake as the first smidgeon of her approaching climax radiated out from her quivering vagina. Her internal muscles seemed to ripple, clenching and relaxing in rapid succession. Her breathing was ragged and she moaned loudly until each moan began to merge together into one long guttural, animalistic growling almost. Lisa screamed. Her whole body went tense, she gripped my shoulders, lifting herself off the bed as her head fell back. Her heels dug into the back of my thighs as clung to me like her very life depended on it. Then, as I thrust into her again, she began to spasm. She fell back of the bed as her back arched upward. Her hands gripped my buttocks, clawing at them as she tried to force my hips tight to her and my manhood deeper into. Her hips pushed up in time with my thrusts and her screams became louder each time I thrust my shaft into her. Her orgasm seemed to last an age and, every thrust of my hips seemed to drive her to a new, higher, and wilder peak than before. It was as if Lisa no longer had any control over her body. Her hands would be clawing at my buttock on second, then clawing at the sheet then balled into fists as she beat them on the bed. She tried to lift her head to kiss me but, as I thrust into her again she fell back as she groaned loudly and her whole upper body began quivering and heaving all over again. Raising myself up on my arms I was able to tilt my hips so that with each, deep thrust, I could brush her clitoris with my pubic mound. I would push into her, then rub myself up and back over her clitoris before withdrawing again. Each time I did that it drove Lisa wild. She would grip my arms, sometimes as if she was trying to pull me closer, other times as if she was trying to escape. But, whichever way Lisa was trying to go, I just kept on rhythmically thrusting into her swollen sex. I knew Lisa's body, knew hers as intimately as she knew mine. And I also knew from the way her arms and legs fell limply to bed that her orgasm was passing. I had held myself back, despite a despairing need to cum myself, I had managed to hold back. But I had only held back because, as I watched Lisa laying back and bathing in the afterglow of her orgasm, I knew that my slow, deep thrusts into her willing sex were stoking the embers of another overwhelming climax that was building deep in her loins. Her soft moans were beginning to become more and more breathless, her thighs wrapped around my waist again. And I felt her vaginal muscles contracting around my manhood as I probed deeper and deeper into her hot, wet sex. Her hips began to thrust upward, meeting me as I pushed into her. I felt myself close to the edge but wanted to hold myself back while pushing Lisa into another mind-bending orgasm. I could see she was close. I could hear her grunts and breathless moans and the fire of another climax spread from her loins till in almost filled her entire body. But then, just as Lisa tipped over the edge into her orgasm, she reached up and grabbed my new breast. I felt a sudden jolt in my nipples, a sudden spark I had never felt before. That, and with Lisa's vaginal muscles rippling around my manhood, sent me over the edge into a shattering climax. I collapsed on top of Lisa as the first jet of my seed began filling her sex. As I fell forward I felt another jolt in my nipples and I groaned noisily as another jet burst out of me. My hips were still thrusting, as if they had a mind of their own, I was still pumping my seed into Lisa. Again, she grabbed my breast, pulling on, pinching them and toying with them. Each time she did that she sent a whole raft of new and erotic sensations to my brain. I felt myself being drained, felt my balls being drained, yet still, I couldn't stop my seed from spurting out into her. Finally, we were both spent. I rolled off of Lisa as she lay back slow regain control of her breathing. She turned and kissed me on the cheek as her hand first reached over and toyed with my then shrinking penis before reaching up and toying with the nipples of my breast. I felt a gentle tingling as she toyed with the nipples and moaned softly. "You like that don't you Dee," Lisa giggled as she began gently pinching my nipples. "Yes Miss Lisa," I said breathlessly. And it was no lie. I could feel every time she pinched or rolled or tweaked the nipples of my new breast. "Well you know what you have to do now, don't you girl?" Lisa said as she took hold of my chin and turned me to face her. "You've been a good girl so far and given me some wonderful orgasms. But you have been very messy. So, be a good girl and clean your mistress." I still felt weak after my own orgasm, and my limbs were like lead. But I managed to get up and move down the bed so that I was between Lisa's outstretched legs. I tried not to think of it as cleaning up my own cum, rather I told myself I was lapping up the juices of our love. It still tasted salty but, it was not as repellent as eating cum. As I lapped at Lisa's sex lay back, raising her knees and tilting her sex towards me so that I could probe my tongue deeper into her. She began playing with my hair, running her fingers through it and teasing it out. "I think you should grow your hair much longer," Lisa said dreamily. "Grow it much longer then we can have it colored so you don't need a wig anymore." "Yes Miss Lisa," I replied. "Don't talk just keep licking," she said sharply as she placed her hand on my head and pushed my mouth back to her swollen sex. "Mmmm, that feels nice. That's a good girl Dee. Make me feel nice all over." Lisa began rocking her hips, pushing her sex into closer contact with my tongue. I knew her well enough to know that she was close to another orgasm as she only confirmed that as she began to softly moan to herself. "You're such a good girl Dee," Lisa cooed. "If you are really good. If you can make your mistress cum three more times tonight, I might not force you back into that nasty little cage tomorrow. Would you like that Dee? Would you like to be out of your chastity cage tomorrow?" "Yes, Miss Lisa." "Then don't talk girl. Lick." To be continued.