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My first thought was excitement. I had never expected this at all. I had been on the site many times, a regular of sorts, and honestly found it encouraging. It gave me the bravado to try things and document them with photos. That and finally finding a chastity device that fit me and allowed me to remain locked for more than a few hours. I got drawn into the idea of denial. Of delaying my own sexual urges. Showing others my progress only fueled my fires, so that when I finally unlocked it and masturbated to a climax, it was way beyond my normal orgasm. The delay in satisfaction, both in frequency and duration, produced much greater physical and emotional highs. So I was being drawn into a chastity lifestyle. I supplemented that desire with a release of my submissive tendencies as well as my love for cross-dressing. I participated in both to a far greater extent than I ever had before, again, documenting those desires with forum posts and photos on the chastity site. But beyond interacting with fellow chastity practitioners on the site, everything else was done alone. I wasn't married nor did I have a steady girlfriend. I hadn't really dated in years. So much of my experience was fantasy. No one was holding my key or forcing me to be their maid, still I liked it immensely. Much more engaging than my normal fantasies. I remember when I first saw the post. It was so unlike all the rest. Most posts were from men who were practicing chastity, many with their wives, girlfriends and even boyfriends, others self-locking like myself, but generally they were the same. The photos they posted revolved around shots of their chastity devices, locked penises, a few sissy maid photos or bondage themed ones. Mine were like that. But this was so different. Not because of the subject, it showed a cock in a chastity cage. But what a cock. All the other posted photos showed average to small cocks, some like mine very small, but most in the two to three inch range soft. This one was nearly six inches, soft. It looked huge inside the cage. The post centered on how difficult it was to find a device large enough to lock up. Normally when I saw a photo or a forum post I enjoyed, I'd give it a 'like' or post some short note. For this one, I did both, saying it was such an impressive specimen, it should be free. Surprisingly, there was a reply post, saying it was his way of giving control to his keyholder, his wife, as she had tamed the beast. After that I made a few more complimentary comments, one praising him for being so true to her and another one about how nice the photos were. Although, I felt a tinge of guilt praising another man's penis, but since it was in a cage it seemed within the bounds of the site. Also, I was feeling especially submissive that night. It had been only a day since I made my last comment on one of his new photos, when a chat box popped up on my screen the next time I logged onto the chastity site. I occasionally would get these, a real-time instant message connection with someone on the site. Usually it was from a new member, who I assumed, seeing my avatar of silky stockings and a garter, thought I might be a woman or a dominant. I would chat with them, but little would come of it. This immediately took a different tone. "I liked your comments on the photos of Thick. You seem to like his cock and how he was in chastity." I was surprised at the reference to another member, and the user name wasn't clear about who this was, but I replied, "Yes, I guess I was impressed by his devotion to his wife. Plus, it is unusual to see someone like that, someone with such size, on the site." "Yes his size is unusual and as you've said several times, impressive. You also said the photos were well done, which struck me as odd, as few posts here focus on the skill needed to make a really good photo." "They just seemed well positioned, clear, and well lit. So many photos here look like they were done in half shadows, or with extraneous junk laying around in the background, or just cropped oddly. His seemed more like a professional had done them. I guess it was a silly comment." "No, not at all. I liked it. I liked all your comments. I looked at your profile. You've put up lots of your own photos. You seem to like to show off your cage and your love for girly things. Your photos of you in garters, stockings, and caged are real cute. Do you have someone take them?" "No, just me. I do use a camera on a tripod with a timer. Not just a phone selfie. Are you new to the site?" I was puzzled by the line of conversations and wanted to find out more about the other person. While they responded I clicked on their username and looked at their profile. It was fairly new, only being a member for a few weeks. It just gave username, age, role, and how long involved in chastity. The last two were vague, indicating a recent interest in the area. "Yes, I joined about the same time as my husband, Thick. I'm his keyholder. I take all of his photos, that's why I found your comments so intriguing. Thanks for the kind words by the way. I really try to be sure his images are compelling if I can. We're fairly new to chastity too, but like it so far. Although I must admit, I find it difficult to keep him locked for long. I love his cock and what he can do for me. I've only kept him locked for short periods at most. But it does make me feel good that he gives me domain over such a wonderful tool. I see from your profile, that you are self-locked. How does that work for you?" Her explanation suddenly changed things. I understood her previous interest in my comments. It was unusual to have a female on a chat though. There were only a few ones on the site and none had talked directly with me. I immediately felt awkward, especially about the comments I had made about her husband's penis. I thought maybe she was going to be angry or defensive. So I kept my answers short. "It is okay, but nothing like having someone else decide when or if you get released. To be honest, I don't stay locked long, a few weeks is my longest. I guess it is more role playing." I had already told her more than I planned and the next comment came out almost on its own. "I'm sorry about my comments on his photos. I shouldn't be posting about someone else like that. I didn't mean to offend anyone, especially his wife. I..." "Relax, you didn't say anything wrong. Given your photos and your history of posts, I can understand why you might be entranced by such a beautiful cock. It really is even more impressive in person. Have you ever seen a cock like his, a really big one, in real life?" "Only once, sort of. I was at a gym and a guy was changing. I just noticed his bulge in his underwear. It seemed so big, but I just got the one glance as I didn't want to creep him out." "Well he's very proud of his and honestly, quite used to other men staring. He understands, that most aren't gay, but are just interested in seeing something they all have but in a much larger version. I think that's very normal. But like I said, if you saw it for real, you'd really be floored. Girls stare at his bulge all the time, openly. Everyone expects that really. I've accepted that, but for a man, it seems wrong somehow. But we don't feel that way. I think you'd really like it, don't you?" "Well it would be something I'd never seen before, in real life. I imagine it would be special, since someone of his size is pretty unique." "That's one reason I decided to talk with you. I saw your location, it's really not far from us. I think if we met halfway it would only be a few hours' drive for both of us. Have you ever been to Louisville? We know a nice hotel, with big rooms at a fair price. Maybe we could meet, if you'd be interested." I was floored, overwhelmed with a mix of emotions. First scared at the idea of meeting anyone from an online contact, even more so someone from sex related site like this. Second, excited about the prospect of seeing him, for real. Of course in a safe way with his wife there. Third, a little proud that she'd looked at my page and some of photos and posts and found them interesting enough to contact me about a meeting. I would have never imagined that. I was so overwhelmed that I paused, no response what so ever. She must have taken my hesitation negatively. "Don't be concerned about this. I just saw you as the perfect match for something I've wanted to do for a long time. If you agree to meet, we'd pay for the room, so no loss for you. Also, we'd meet the first night at the bar, have a drink and maybe dinner. Sort of get to know each other. Only if you feel comfortable would we go any further at all, which would happen the next day. What I have in mind is a photo shoot with you and my husband. Since he stands out from most on this site, I've been dying to make some comparison photos of his cage with another one. A small one. I hope you don't mind, but yours is perfect for what I want. The photos would only be of your cage and his. All at mid-body focus. No facial photos. I would let you review my cameras to ensure you remain anonymous. Because you seem so taken with his size, I hoped you'd be interested enough to consider this. I know it's a lot to ask, so think about it. I'll check with you in a few days to see your response. But if you're not interested, don't worry. I'd understand." It sounded like she was about to leave, the way she phrased it. I typed my response quickly. I know it felt impulsive, but I had thought about such a scene before. Now that it might happen, I didn't hesitate. "Wait, don't go. I'm,, I'm definitely interested. I guess I was a bit stunned that you found my posts intriguing enough for this offer. I've never done anything like this. At all." "Wow, so you want to? That's great. I was so nervous, asking you. I've seen you online several times, but was hesitant about approaching you. I was sure you'd be insulted or turned off. Men can be so sensitive, understandably, about having a small cock. I really think this could be fun, for all of us. Would you be willing to bring a few of your lingerie outfits, so I can make the contrast and comparison type photos? I've all these ideas in mind, you know, to demonstrate the differences in chastity but really how they are all the same. Does that make sense?" "Yes, it does. I thought the same thing when I saw your husband. I mean, chastity is different for every guy but it does have the same goal. So how or when would this work?" "Okay, so it's a go? Great. I'll send you the details on the hotel and several possible weekends that would work for us. Honestly, I'm so pumped now, I hope you can do it soon. By the way, I'm Mandy and Thick's real name is Russell. I can't wait to tell him. He's the one that first noticed your post and told me about it. I think he likes how you were impressed with my photos as well as the nice comments about him. Wow, I'll send the info as soon as can." I waited anxiously the next few hours, alternating between excitement about this possibility and regret that I ever posted on his photos. But when the information from Mandy came via a DM, I was sold. I looked quickly at her dates and could make any of them. The first was just a week and a half away. I then looked at the hotel she mentioned. It was a nice one, very nice. Located on the river, with views, a nice restaurant and bar. The daily cost of a room was not cheap either. She also included a photo. It showed him nude, save for his cock cage. The outline of a woman was behind him, in the shadows with her hand holding his cage, her red fingernails were the brightest thing in the photo. I could tell she'd set it up, just for me, because in her other hand was a Columbus Ohio newspaper where you could see the date. Today's date. Although my heart was racing and internally I felt some doubt about this, I replied right away, suggesting I could make the first weekend she'd listed. I told her I could bring several outfits, if that's what she wanted. Also, I told her my first name, Adam, but I preferred my girl name, Addie. I felt the rush of excitement when I sent it and only moments later she responded. I could almost hear her excitement too. Mandy laid out more details. She did want me to bring several outfits, especially any with garters and stockings or open crotch panties. We talked about what girl clothes I had, my sizes, and what she was interested in seeing on me. They would be at the hotel and checked in by 5 PM. My room would be listed under the last name Masters. She asked if I minded if they booked adjoining suites, as it would make costume changes easier during the photo shoot. Taking a deep breath, I told her it was fine. When we ended our conversation my emotions were bouncing back and forth, from exhilaration to terror. But over the next week, my anticipation built. Mandy and I exchanged several messages as she asked me to do several things in preparation. She wanted more details about my appearance and was thrilled when I told her I had longer hair, and kept my nails a bit long too. She told me I was to be shaved smooth all over, especially around my cock and balls. Mandy was also excited that I had a corset, with garters, and even wondered if I might allow her to just take some photos of me alone, feminized, as Russel didn't play that way. She asked more intimate questions too. Had I used anal plugs before, did I have any, and how long had it been since I came? When I answered her that I had used plugs before, and had a set of jeweled ones, she told me to bring them. It was even better when I admitted my most recent period of chastity would be nearly a month when we were to meet. I had to promise not to orgasm before we met. She followed that with a questions about relationships. Mandy asked when was the last time I was with a partner. Blushingly, I told her it had been more than three years since I had a girlfriend. I also told her I'd never done any chastity play or dressing with my girlfriends. She confided that she believed a man's desperation to cum, would actually enhance the dramatic impact of her photos, even if it sounds unrealistic. Mandy pressed for more intimate information and asked if I had ever had a gay experience. I was initially insulted, and then worried about their intentions. I replied I hadn't and never even considered it as I was totally straight. Her gleeful reply that I was perfect. She had hoped I was straight so I might be slightly uncomfortable being close to another man and his equipment. She felt any tension from such a situation would also show in my body posture and attitude. Mandy was quite convinced she would get the perfect photos from the weekend and praised me multiple times for being so brave. I sensed she felt that the act of comparing my small organ with her husband's massive one, would bring a touch of humiliation. Although she didn't say it, I assumed that too would show somehow in her photos. Finally, the eventful weekend arrived. I took Friday off from work, so I could pack and get myself ready. I drove north, to Louisville, arriving at 5:30, a little later than I had hoped, due to traffic delays. I had no problems checking in and the clerk told me my friends were already in their room. Our plan was to meet at the bar at 6, so I had to hurry. I had wanted to get here at 5 so I could shower and change. Now I had to do everything with less preparation. Mandy had asked if I would dress a little bit fem for our first meeting. Nothing outrageous, just something, as a sign of my commitment to her ideas. I had flip flopped since she first mentioned it. Maybe I could go out in a dress or skirt? I had lots of nice outfits. Maybe something less obvious, like skinny jeans and a tee. The whole week, I had literally agonized over my selection. Not that it was important, but I wanted to get off on the right foot. My choice had come down on the safer side of feminine. Shorts not a dress or skirt, but they were white pull-on Bermuda style, in a stretchy fabric that molded to my lower torso and showed my smooth hairless calves and knees. I would wear blue Keds sneakers, a girl's style, with no-show footie socks. The top was a blouse, a blue floral, with short- sleeves and a square neckline. Under my outfit, I wore white stretch lace panties that clung to my cage. Another area I vacillated over was whether to wear nothing under my blouse, a camisole, or some sort of bra. At the last moment, as I was rushing to get ready, I went for it. I pulled on a baby-blue lace bralette, with soft padded cups. It showed only if I moved so my blouse was stretched tautly over my body, or maybe if I bent over or moved my arm so you could see through the opening. Still I felt like I was going further out than I ever had before. I accessorized my look, with slim gold jewelry. A choker style necklace with as single pearl in the middle, matching bracelet and hoop earrings and even an ankle chain. I had two rings that featured pearls and a girls gold watch. Another last minute decision was to apply some mascara and use a lightly toned lip gloss. With my hair pulled up, on top of my head, in a high ponytail, with a decorative clasp to hold it, I felt like I was showing just enough of my female side to make a good impression on my new friends. The crowning touch was a small navy clutch with gold trim. It tied my whole look together. I was nervous as I waited on the elevator. Mandy had booked rooms on the twelve floor, so it took some time for it to arrive. Just as I was about to chicken out, the doors opened. A couple was already inside, but they were engaged in a conversation so barely noticed me. I stepped to the side and back of them. The hotel had a fancy bar on top of the building, but also a more casual one off of the lobby. That's where they were waiting. When the elevator door opened, I walked out and across the lobby as smoothly, calmly, but quickly as I could. I was trying to be brave, but getting a strong drink would probably make me feel a little less nervous. The lobby was still light, as the sun was not yet down, but as I entered the bar it was much darker, not having any outside windows. I glanced around trying to spot them in the semi-darkness. There were only a few people here, and only one couple. When I looked at them, they smiled and Mandy stood up as I approached. Even though they hadn't seen my face, my fem look was enough to convince them I was their companion. I was surprised, as she gave me a big hug. "Hello, it's so good to finally meet you. Come over and sit with us. Addie, this is my husband Russell. I like your look, cute and girly, in a subtle way. Have a seat and we'll order drinks." When Russell stood up, I immediately noticed the bulge in his jeans. They were both dressed casually, him in jeans and a polo shirt, while Mandy had on a dress and sandals, but no hose. I had seen the one photo of them together and a nude body shot of him, but somehow seeing their faces made this suddenly real. Mandy, maneuvered me so I was sitting between them. As she did, she whispered in my ear. "Doesn't he look big? His bulge shows no matter what he wears." I looked over at her and then to him. I was very nervous despite how friendly they were. Luckily the waitress came over and I got a glass of white wine. A few sips helped calm my nerves and I finally spoke up. "I hope you weren't waiting long, the traffic was heavier than I expected. Plus it took me longer to get ready. I should have known that as I'm always unsure when I dress up, whether what I'm wearing looks good. Tonight, I couldn't decide if I was girl enough for you or not." "Oh you look very nice. I really liked seeing your photos and reading your posts. I always tell Mandy about them. When I read the nice things you said about our photos, I knew you might be the one she was looking for. I'm also impressed with how long you stay in your cage and chaste. I can't quite do that yet." "But you are wearing it now aren't you? I mean it looked like it." Mandy laughed and put her hand on my exposed upper arm, a sort of pat and squeeze. "Oh heavens no, that's all him honey. That's what I meant. I don't know if he could zip his pants shut if was in his cage. To be honest, I never keep him in it more than a few hours. That was another reason I wanted you for some comparisons. He's not really right for chastity but you seem perfect. I love how your package looks in the cage. I figure what you really need is a keyholder. Do you have your keys with you?" I looked over at her again. I always carried mine around, just in case I needed a release for some reason. Tonight they were in my purse. But her question caught me off guard. I finally told her I did. "Well, why don't you let me keep them for the weekend? That way you can get a taste at least of what it's like to have someone else be in control. I'd love to play that role for you too, as Russ isn't really the cage type of guy. He indulged me by getting fitted for a cage, but it isn't one of his fantasies. So we just use it for play, short term teasing more often. What I really want, is to experience that power too. I promise you can have them back on Sunday, if you want them, that is." I suddenly felt a big lump in my throat. I had fantasized about giving my keys to a woman for a long time. Now I had the chance. But it was with someone who was married and I barely knew. I realized I had agreed to pose with them for photos and maybe more, but if she held my key was there anything I could refuse? What would I do if she didn't return them at the end of our weekend? I felt so torn, between excitement and fear. Then I thought to myself, I'll deal with what happens when it happens. That was the approach I had used for this whole experience. So I reached into my purse and pulled out the keys. As I did so, Mandy moved her hand. To my crotch, cupping my caged cock through my shorts. Even though it was through several layers of fabric, my heart felt like it skipped a beat. As she took the keys from my hand, she whispered to me. "Oh, I've always wanted to own a cock. Now I do." I had been nervous but this only increased it. However, the rest of the evening was, well pretty uneventful. Mandy and Russell were super friendly and after a second glass of wine, I relaxed too. We then went to the restaurant on the other side of the lobby where we ate a nice meal. The whole time, we chatted, sort of like friends who had gone to school together, but not seen each other in a while. It was a lot of sharing of our experiences, both life in general and chastity in particular. Mandy also gave me more details on how they developed an interest in it. I could tell for them it was more sex play than real, while I had been searching for a long-term experience. By the time we finished eating, I felt much better about Mandy's plan. She even made it better as we made our way upstairs to the rooms. Mandy wanted to see my outfits for the photo shoot. She also asked about my makeup and if I planned on doing anything with my hair. She told me, although my face wouldn't be in the photos, she felt I would have much more of a feminized presence, if I looked feminine all over. When we got there, she loved my clothes choices, especially the lingerie. As we talked about makeup, she asked if I wanted her help. She had brought some curlers, knowing I had long hair and offered to wash and set mine. I would have to sleep in them but it would give me lots of curls and volume for the photo shoot. She also wanted to do my nails, having brought some press-on gel nails and a deep red polish. When I agreed to let her help, she beamed. She suggested we both change into our nightgowns and then she'd help me. Sort of like a slumber party. Russell had already unlocked his side of the connecting door and she opened my side. That gave us easy access to both sides. When she left I changed, regretting my choice of a flimsy baby-doll nightie with thong panties. It did nothing to hide my cage, but since my keys were in her possession, I figured it was okay anyway. When Mandy returned, she had on a cute pajama set, with short-shorts and a button up top, in a shiny pink satin trimmed in black. She was beaming as she rattled some keys at me. Turns out she'd also put Russell in his cage. She giggled when she told me after wearing a cage for a night, he'd be horny as hell and look even bigger as he'd swell slightly. It would be perfect for the photos. She glanced down at my cage, through the sheer panty and commented that it looked like I'd be ready too. But she quickly switched her attention to getting me ready, as in her other hand she was carrying a bag full of hair products. The process seemed like second nature to her. Mandy washed my hair in the sink, leaving conditioner in if for a few minutes before washing it out. She then towel dried my hair, and had me sit in the straight chair by the small desk in my room. Opening her bag, she began to put the assorted curlers in my hair. She chatted the whole time, as each step seemed automatic to her. She would separate out a small section of hair, smooth some hair gel through it, roll the section tightly around the roller and secure it with a pair of bobby pins. Mandy laid out a pattern for the curlers, so it would give me a hair style she liked. When she put the last one in, she pulled a loose hair net over them to help keep them in place while I slept. With my hair done, she worked on my nails. Buffing and shaping first, she then put a rich red polish on my toes, a color similar to the one she wore in her last photo of Russell's cage cock. With my toenails done, she switched to using press on gel nails for my fingertips. They instantly gave me such long nails and after they set for a few minutes, she gave them the same red polish as my toes. I was in heaven, as this was something I always wanted. During the whole time, Mandy chatted with me. It was like we were girlfriends, as we talked about a range of subjects. Makeup, hair styles, and beauty tips, she covered them all. What dresses I liked. Where I bought my lingerie. How long I had been dressing and when I started. She switched seamlessly to my chastity, asking similar questions. She really pushed me about previous relationships and whether any of my girlfriends had kept my keys. It was clear she wanted me to see the advantages of having someone fill that role and not be 'playing around' as a self-locked user. As we let my nails dry, she looked over the lingerie and clothes I brought. She quickly choose a few sets for the photos and pushed again for some of just me alone. I reluctantly told her I'd think about it in the morning. So when we were finally finished, she gave me a hug and told me that she'd like to start shooting photos around 11 am. But she wanted me up earlier and suggested we all order a room service breakfast and eat together at 9. Then, she do my hair and makeup to prepare me for the first shoot. After she left, I closed my door and locked it. I felt so different, not just from the curlers in my hair and longer nails. Knowing someone else now held the keys to my sexual freedom really hit me. Crawling into bed, I thought this was the first time in my life that I was not free to do what I wanted. I couldn't just unlock myself. I would need someone else to agree to let me out. That feeling was such a rush, it took me awhile to fall asleep. The idea was both exhilarating and scary, like the whole weekend. Actually I never did fall completely asleep. Worrying about the photos and the uncomfortable and new feeling of the rollers in my hair, made me toss and turn most of the night. Still, when the alarm went off on my phone, I was eager if anxious about what was to come. I got up and had finished my morning business, including the toilet, a quick body shower and facial shave, when I heard a light knock on the connecting door between suites. I opened it to find Mandy there. She invited me to their room, as Russell had ordered room service for breakfast. I felt odd, as I had only wrapped myself in a short robe and my hair was in curlers. I also wore my bedroom heels, slides with a lace bow on front. He looked me over, being the first time he'd seem me undressed except for my online photos of my cage. She had a short romper on, with her face and hair done nicely. He was lounging in long shorts and a tee shirt. Even with loose shorts, his cock, still in its cage created a noticeable bulge. I joined them, eating some fruit and a bagel, as Mandy explained how she wanted the shoot to go. She'd already set up part of their room, with some shades and lights to provide the soft, but full lightning for her photos. Centered in the shoot area, was a chair and small ottoman, as props. Just seeing the layout made me more nervous, while Russell seemed very comfortable with her plans. As she mentioned yesterday, she would help me with my hair and makeup and then she wanted to do some photos of each of my outfits. I was still a little worried about that, especially having my face and hair done. I asked again if she was only doing torso shots. She said she could limit the photos, but if I allowed her to do more, she'd get a better produce. She could blur out any identifiable details on a photo if I was worried when we proofed them on her laptop. She'd also give me my own thumb drive with all of the untouched photos for my own use. I had always wanted some nice shots of me in my feminine persona, so that muted my concerns. I was really starting to get comfortable with them, so I began to let down my defenses even more. After my individual photos, she'd pose us together to get the grand comparisons she'd wanted. In fact, she wanted to get images of my whole transformation. Reluctantly, I allowed her to pose me right then, sitting on the ottoman in my robe with my hair in curlers. She posed me several ways, but no direct facial shots since I wasn't in makeup. At one point, she had me slip off my robe and gown, so I sat there in the nude, save for my cage. The final shot was one of me standing, without a robe, facing her, but looking down so as to hide my face. Mandy was done, she showed me the images. That made me feel much better, as I couldn't be identified in any and they looked sexy fueling both my submissive and feminine fantasies. After she was done with my 'before' look, we headed over to my room. The whole time, Russell had sat watching us and as I walked past he sort of smirked at my little cage bouncing. That reminded me what the whole purpose of this meeting was. Mandy followed me to my room. I brushed my teeth and she began my transformation. She insisted I keep my robe off and be nude. Having me walk back and forth, so she could check out my figure and see my cage sort of broke the last barriers. After that I was okay as she did my face and styled my hair. It was clear she knew what she was doing and after 40 minutes or so, I had the most feminine face and hair I ever had. I think Mandy knew she had me at the point, as I wanted to have some photos of my look, even if it meant exposing my privacy. I followed her back to the photo area, where she took multiple photos of my hair and face. Although, still a little nervous, I looked so different I felt like I was wearing a mask. We then went to my room to select the first outfit. She choose one, in all pink. A low cut, wrap style dress, nude heels, and pink lingerie. Mandy helped me put it on as the lingerie featured a lace-covered waist cincher, with garters, that hooked in the back. The bra was a sheer cup, lace too, that made my large forms look like real breasts as the dark nipples showed through. I put on dark stockings and an open crotch panty that framed my small cage perfectly. The wrap dress and strappy heels completed my look. I followed Mandy back to her photo area, eager to have some cute pictures of my sexy, pink look. That's when the reality of my true situation face me. As we walked in, Mandy waved to Russell. He, as if eager to show off, slid his loose shorts down his legs. There it was. His insanely huge cock, resting in its cage, pressed tight against the metal even though he wasn't the least bit erect. I felt mine, hidden for now, under my silky pink dress, shrink and try to withdraw. Similar to before, she posed me for several photos, showing off my dress, heels and sheer stockings. I assumed they were full length, as I had long quit objecting to her including my face. After a few pictures, this time Mandy had me sit on the ottoman, facing her, with my legs spread. I had to pull my dress up, bunched around my waist so my small caged cock was visible. Still framed by the garters, cincher, stocking tops, and isolated by the pink lace panty, it was front and center. But just barely, the thought of being compared to Russell's cock made it want to hide. Of course, Mandy was thrilled as she wanted the comparison to be as great as possible. "Russ move over next to her, stand there right beside the ottoman. Addie, turn your face so you can look at him closely. Show me how impressed you are with his beautiful cock." I was starting to get nervous now. Russell stepped to me, close, so close that his leg touched my hip. His cock seemed super huge as it was so close to my face. I turned toward him and although it wasn't a conscious effort, Mandy loved my look. Apparently my mouth opened slightly and my eyes widen even more. I know I was scared. Scared of it. Mostly because I had never really seen another man's cock in person. Even in its cage, it was clearly a man's cock. I heard the electronic click of her camera, but couldn't look away. "Fabulous, just the look I wanted. It's so large isn't Addie? Doesn't it look so deadly, even when it's caged? Can you imagine how powerful it could be if I let it out? So me that fear, the fear of what would happen if I unlocked it. Perfect. Lick you lips, slightly and let your tongue rest between them." With each command, Mandy would take photos, click, click, click. But I could barely hear them over the pounding of my heart in my chest. I was so close to it. Too close for comfort. I could even smell him, a mix of that horrible aftershave, Axe, and his maleness. A scent similar to mine but somehow stronger, more powerful, as if he had more semen because he was so huge. I just froze there, starring at it. "Excellent, do me a favor and put your hand on it, lift it up." I was stunned, and turned to look at Mandy as I slowly lifted my hand toward the caged monster. "No sweetie, not his, yours. Lift up your cage so I can see it better, and pull back your skirt a little too." Mandy's light laugh accompanied her command and I slid my hand, relieved, under my small caged package. I still blushed, as I realized how it looked like I was eager to hold Russell's cock. She took some more photos, then wanted us to move into a new position. "Russell, I want your cock next to Addie's. Kneel down, with your right knee behind her on the ottoman and your left leg over his leg. Addie, spread apart some more to give him room. That's it, now scrunch down some Russ, so your cage is resting on her leg, right there at her stocking top." Russell had followed her orders, also placing his hand on my shoulder to steady himself. When his cock touched my leg I immediately felt its warmth, a heat that was noticeable even with the metal cage. I almost jumped when he laid it on my leg, but I held still. I looked down at it, laying there. It dwarfed my cock, the proximity of them emphasizing the difference in size. Mine was still in hiding mode. I heard more clicks of her camera, as Russell sort of wiggled it down to a comfortable resting position. "Nice, just what I was after. Addie look down at it for me. Good, good, now up at Russ, I want to see you two look at each other. That's it. Now I want you to put one hand around your cage, put it in the palm of your hand, with your fingers open to show your nails. That's the way. Now do the same with his. Go on, it won't bite. Good girl, now hold them. Russ, move it closer if you can." I followed her instructions like a robot, although my heart was racing and my mouth had gone suddenly dry. I felt my hand shake as I lightly wrapped it around him to hold his caged cock next to mine. Side by side they didn't even look like the same type of organ. His was robust, solid, and looked like it could break out of the cage if he got erect. Mine was petite, shy, and delicate, and more likely to shrivel up so small that the cage would slide off. Still Mandy loved the comparisons, praising us both. I also felt Russell squeeze my shoulder where his hand rested, when I cradled his cock. That made me more nervous than anything Mandy did. She continued to have us change positions to get new angles. At one point, I removed my dress and repeated many of the poses we had earlier. I also got up on my knees on the ottoman, so my caged cock would be next to his, as he stood hunched over, beside me. I was blushing furiously now, and Mandy loved it, encouraged it actually, by teasing me about how my shyness around a real cock was so cute. I immediately noticed how she called his a 'real' cock, implying mine wasn't up to that standard. That of course caused more redness, which she obviously liked. Finally, she had enough of this outfit and we took a break. Mandy got Russell and me, colas and we talked some while we relaxed. She was very excited about how well the initial photos looked. She wanted to repeat many of the same poses, with my second outfit, another ensemble in yellow. I was still nervous but happy that she thought the photo shoot was going well. Finally, she and I went back to my room, where she helped me change. As I switched from my pink to yellow lingerie, she commented that it was perfect that 'her penis' was performing so well. I couldn't help notice the key to my cage, on a necklace, swinging between her breasts as she helped. I felt a rush of excitement, a confirmation of my innate submissiveness, at the thought of her owning my cock. Although I wished my desires translated better to my equipment. I would prefer it be straining against the cage, so it would be as big as it could be at least. Finally when she had me all ready, makeup touched up and hair with a bit more hairspray, we returned to their room for more photos. This time Mandy went through the photo progression a little quicker. There were fewer photos of me alone in my outfit and more of those had me hiking the front of my dress to reveal my caged cock through the sheer yellow panties with white lace trim. This was one of my favorite outfits, as the panties, bra, garter belt and slip were matching. They coordinated well with the yellow and blue print dress and the soft yellow high heels. The sheer tan hose gave my legs a soft, shimmery shine. I felt it was my most feminine outfit. After a few more photos, Mandy had me remove my dress and start posing, with Russell in my lingerie. For most of the photos, my panties were pulled down near my knees. Still in the shot, but making my caged cock visible. We quickly got to positions where I was again in close proximity to his massive tool. Mandy seemed intent on getting me closer and more intimate with it. She had us kneel facing each other, and had me lift the cock cages so the ends touched. I had to hold his with both hands. I had to sit there while he put it against my cheek my lips pursed as if in anticipation. Even lay on my back while he straddled me his cock hanging over mine. She positioned me on all fours, my legs widely spread so my little cage hung down, and closely facing his caged cock as he sat on the ottoman. Then he moved behind me, and lay his cage on my ass, while mine hung down. All of these emphasized the tremendous size difference between us but also how much more submissive I was, even though we both were in chastity. The last photos Mandy wanted while I was in my yellow outfit, were a surprise. She set the camera on timer, and then moved into the shot herself. She sat on the ottoman while we stood on either side of her. She took several photos of her holding both our cages, or positioning them in different ways. It wasn't until I reviewed her new set of images, that I saw the look on her face. She seemed radiant, as if she actually owned both of these cocks. Of course, my key was prominently displayed on her necklace resting at the top of her cleavage. What I also noticed was how focused I seemed to be when placed near Russell's cage. My eyes were clearly staring at him and my mouth was always slightly open, as if I were eager to taste him. Even though I felt hidden behind my makeup, the way I was portrayed made me blush. Finally, Mandy suggested I go change into my last outfit for today. The outfit was based on one piece of lingerie I had. When we emailed about actually getting together, I listed all the women's things I had. Mandy quickly focused on one piece she insisted I bring. It was a white satin bustier covered with lace and featuring garters. It came down my torso just below my navel but above my pubic hair, so my caged cock was clearly visible. I had accessories, but she told me to just bring it, as she wanted to design a look based on it. So when we went back to my room, I undressed while she gathered her things. The bustier was a strapless design with pushup cups and I supplemented the support with a silicon bra that adhered to my chest producing an uplifted bosom with cleavage. Mandy helped me put it on and she loved the look it created. I was anxious to see what she would pair with this and how I would look. As I saw her accessories I began to blush. It was something I had thought about but not in context of this meeting. Mandy helped me put on a pair of sheer white stockings, trimmed with wide lace welts at top, a rear seam and a small bow at the top of each ankle. As we hooked them to the garter clips, she adjusted the garter length so the hose were stretched tight and reached mid-thigh. The next piece was a white satin bikini panty. It had an open crotch, trimmed in lace, and as Mandy adjusted it around my hips, she pulled my cage through the opening. Written, in sequins, across the top rear of the panty just above the open crotch aligned with my butt slit was one word: Bride. Her look for me was a wedding theme. She had me slip on a pair of lace, fingerless gloves, a matching choker of lace and ribbon, and a head piece with a short veil attached. She pinned the hair piece into my hair, using bobby pins, and adjusted the veil over my face. After I fastened my shoes, a silvery pair of strappy heels, I felt I was ready. But Mandy opened a velvet bag, containing sparkly jewelry. She had a set of Zirconium and silver design including a large solitaire wedding ring, a necklace, bracelet, dangling earrings, and anklet. I felt so special when she finished, and was glad I had made the plunge to pierce my ears months earlier. As we prepared to go over to the photo area, Mandy reached into the bag for one more item and held it in front of me. "Addie take this will you? I brought a video camera along too and want to do a few action clips. Russell has the lube and will be glad to help you put this in. I know it looks big but once it's up inside you the feeling of fullness will be wonderful. Not quite like feeling him up there, of course, but big enough to give you an idea of what it's like." My pulse had settled down to a manageable rate while I got dressed but taking the large silver anal plug, with its diamond-like jewel on the end, from her, made it soar again. It looked about the same size as my largest, jeweled plug, but slightly bigger. I knew when I put it in, that my sexual desires would soar. I barely heard her explanation of how she wanted me posed as we moved back into their room. She told Russ to come along as we were ready for the shoot. He was grinning broadly, a tube of anal lube in his hand. He was wearing only a black tuxedo type jacket, with satin lapels and tails with a loose bow tie around his neck. A hint at a groom similar to my bride. I was going on automatic now, my mind racing as I stared at the pretty but evil looking device in my hand. I mean, it wasn't like I hadn't used a plug before or even pleasured myself that way with a nice, realistic looking dildo. But this look big, too big. I just hoped I could handle it as Mandy seemed to be sure I could. I looked at her and then him. "Mandy, I don't know about this. It seems so big. I've never tried anything like this before. I normally work up in sizes before I put my big one in. Do I have too?" "Don't worry princess. I can make it fit. I'm very used to putting big things in small places. Trust me it might hurt at first but once I've pushed it all the way in and you're filled up, you'll love it." "Russ is right. I think you'll be amazed at how much you can stretch. Just do as I told you and remember this will have audio too, so be sure and let the camera know how good it feels. Get in position so we can start." Mandy gave Russell a couple of orders on how to arrange the furniture, centering the chair and moving the ottoman to one side. Then she reviewed the first scene. My heart was fluttering, from what she was suggesting and what I expected. Plus in the back of my mind, a nagging worry had surfaced. Was my face really unrecognizable as Adam? I knew Mandy would be dying to not only post most of her photos, but any videos too. Once they were online, and as they were her posts, not removable by me, my hidden desires might be more openly known. The site photos were only visible to members, but she could put these somewhere else, anywhere really. I quickly glanced at my face in the mirror by the dresser. I knew it was me standing there, but it really looked like a sexy bride. Relieved, I took my mark ready to begin. Mandy was filming the scene from the viewpoint of the minister as it was a wedding ceremony. I walked past her, on her left, as if I were approaching pulpit and turned to face her. My veil was over my face and I held the glittery anal plug in my hands like a bouquet. Russell entered from the side, stepping into the shot from Mandy's right and then swiveled so he too faced forward. Mandy began the ceremony, portraying the justice of the peace. "We are gathered here to witness the joining of two souls in a bond of commitment to each other. Addie are you ready to commit to Thick? Thick are you too ready to receive Addie's commitment?" We each answered her question, mine being a soft yes while Russ was more forceful. I felt my face getting warm as this whole scene was far more humiliating and real than I had ever imagined. Mandy continued after we agreed. "Seeing as how you both wish to be joined, I will lead you down the path. Addie, do you agree to obey, serve, and worship Thick and his wonderful cock as your owner and Master? Do you promise to do all that he requests, without protest, without delay, and with joy and excitement? Do you promise to please him sexually, to perform all domestic duties, and provide him with a submissive, compliant companion? Do you willingly sacrifice your sexual freedom by remaining bound in chastity with him as your owner and keyholder? Will you promise to forever follow him and forsake all others and renounce any claims to status as a free person?" I meekly answered each of her questions, softly whispering I do, as she listed how I was to become his property. My hands began to tremble as I heard her detail how specifically I was to commit to this man. Even knowing it was a fictional scene, played out for sexual viewing, my stomach knotted up and my heart raced as I answered in the affirmative and made my commitment to him. "Addie seeing as you have agreed to commit to Thick, do you have the symbol of your devotion for him to signify your bond? If so, please give it to him as you give of yourself." Mandy indicated I was to give Russ the anal plug and I reached it out to him. She whispered for me to hold it up. I did so, turning it over so the polished metal plug rather than the jewel was exposed. Russ took the tube and coated it with lube as I watched terrified. Once it was thoroughly coated, he took it from me. I knew what Mandy expected of me next and moved to the ottoman. She'd told me to lay down, on my back, facing the camera. I was to positon myself so my ass would be at the edge of the cushion. I was to then, spread my legs, and pull them back toward my head. That would both display and open up my anus for the ceremony. As I followed her instructions, I felt like I was in a dream. Glancing down through my spread legs, I could see my tiny caged cock, and Russell standing right behind me with his huge cock and the seemingly similar sized anal plug. "Thick, Addie has presented herself to you. If you wish to take her as your own, you may adorn her with the symbol of her devotion." Nodding his head, Russell stepped closer and put the tip of the lubed plug at my hole. Mandy shifted her position slightly so she could get a better angle for the moment of truth. As he began to push, she whispered to me push back against it, so it would go in easier and look like I was totally eager to receive Russell's offering. With the lube, the hard metal tip began to go in and open me up. Russell pushed hard, but slow, obviously he had experience inserting big objects in tight places. He would push in, move back slightly, and then push it in a bit deeper. Even going slow and allowing me to stretch, the plug began to hurt. He kept pushing and I felt like I was going to rip apart. I looked from him over to Mandy. "I don't know if I can take it, it's big, so big, too big maybe?" Hearing my protests, Russ reached out with his free hand and began to pull, tug, and roll my small balls in his hand. His touch caused a reaction and took my focus away from my asshole. "Now, now little pussy, you must trust me. If you are going to belong to me, you will need to learn how to take big meat. This plug represents your commitment to me and mine to you. I promise I'll always fill you up, even when you are unsure of yourself. Now push for me and I'll finish. I mean, you must really like it. Take a look at your little boy, it's as big as it can get." I took another look at my caged cock. It had indeed gotten bigger and was pressed against the bars of my cage. The feeling of such a large object pushing against my hole and his touch on my balls had stimulated it to try to get erect. The most masculine thing it had done all day. As he pulled one more time on my balls, stretched tight in their sack, Russell pushed in again, forcefully on the plug. It felt like I could open up no more, and was sure it must be tearing when suddenly I felt relief. The plug was gliding in, my asshole constricting how rather than opening. Russell had pushed the widest part past the sphincter muscles and he finished by twisting the flat, jeweled end of the plug against my cheeks. Russ moved to the side, jostling my little caged cock in his hand while Mandy focused on my plugged ass, the jewel glittering in the photo lights. I couldn't really believe it was all inside of me. Except that I felt so full, so stuffed. I swear it seemed like it was in the back of my throat. My ass was throbbing as it clinched tightly around the small metal stem of the plug. I couldn't imagine how I would ever get it out. But now that it was in, I remembered Mandy's instructions on how the scene would progress. I brought my legs down, putting them on the floor. As I did so, Russell moved to the chair and sat down, his legs spread and his massive caged cock hanging down between them. This was as far as she outlined, telling me that the end of the scene would come soon after and just do what came naturally as it finished out. "Thick now that you have taken Addie's commitment to you, her offering of obedience and to wear your jewel of ownership, will you give her a symbol of your commitment to her?" "Yes, I will give her my greatest gift." "Addie, please kneel in front of Thick so you might receive his gift of commitment to you." I shifted over, slid off the ottoman onto my knees, between his legs and right in front of him. I saw Mandy shift again, so the camera would have a better angle. As I settled in, he put his hand toward me and opened it face up, to reveal a small key. I recognized it as a key to a cage, his cage. "You may take the key and open his cage Addie to confirm this union." I glanced back over my shoulder at Mandy, who was smiling, and she mimed 'go on'. Facing Russell again, I took the key and did as she said. My fingers were shaking and it took a couple of tries before I got the key into the small lock. Turning it, I removed it from the hasp, and the cage practically fell off of him. Suddenly, he was there, totally revealed, twitching slightly only inches from my face. I felt like my heart would explode from my chest as it was pounding away, my lips were dry and I felt like I would pass out. I heard his deep voice, as if from above, telling me to go on, hold it in my little girl hands. I slowly and softly put my hands around it, like I was afraid it would burn my skin. I was immediately struck by how hot it was and I could feel the blood pumping into it, as it was enlarging since being set free. I couldn't imagine it being bigger but it was becoming so. "Addie, hold his gift in your hands and receive its wonderful power. Show Thick you appreciate his offering and will worship it like it deserves. Caress it, stroke it, and nurture it. Shower it with soft kisses to signify your obedience." Again, I glanced back at Mandy. She was more resolute this time, as if my hesitation was ruining her video. But what they were asking of me, was far beyond anything I had agreed to do. True, I was fascinated by his penis, its size. Girth and length so unusual, far beyond anything I had seen, certainly in person. But I had not wanted this. It was so alive in my hands, twitching, radiating heat, and now a drop of pre-cum, like the dew, forming in the hole. But I felt trapped, as the longer I waited the fewer choices I had. Suddenly, Russell reached down and lifted my veil. Removing the last barrier between me and his cock. He folded it back so it lay over my hair, as if he were doing so to kiss me in a real marriage ceremony. So I closed my eyes, like I would for a kiss. I was holding it up to my face. One hand cradling the immense balls, spilling out of my palm, the other had wrapped around his shaft. The girth so wide my fingers couldn't touch. And I did it. A soft kiss on the tip, his warm soft skin tingling my lips. His taste worming its way into me, through my mouth and nose. I felt frozen there, kissing it and afraid to move. Also afraid to open my eyes, as if I could pretend it was a dream. "That is how you start. A kiss of appreciation. Now seal your commitment. Take his head in your mouth and suck. Taste him. Swallow him. Submit to him. As evidence of your desire to be all his." I felt my face flush as I heard the word: suck. I knew what I would be doing would be that: cock sucking. But the pressure I felt from her command, gave me no recourse. I had slowly made my way down a path of submission and it seemed I couldn't turn around now. Slowly, as if doing it on its own, my mouth opened, wider, wide enough to allow the bulbous head to slip over my lips. It slid in, my glossy lipstick making my lips smooth. Accompanied, by a low moan, tinged with pleasure. But not from Russell, rather me. I don't know where it came from or why, but I moaned as he pushed it in, just far enough to fill my mouth. By now the taste and smell were overwhelming my senses. Only the feeling of my mouth being stretched open competed with those senses. As the edge of his glans passed over my lips, teeth held back so as to not scrape him, I felt his hand on my head. At this point I lightly closed down, my lips sealing his cock head in my mouth and did as was expected. I sucked, softly at first then a little more forcefully. The beautifully large cock in my mouth responded, leaking more pre-cum, and pulsing harder. I was also continuing to moan, the inner release of my emotions at having crossed over and being allowed the pleasure of sucking such a wondrous thing. After a few minutes of sucking, my tongue playing over his soft but hard head, I felt some pressure from his hand on the back of my head. Pressing it forward, signaling I was to take in more of it. I wasn't sure how much I could swallow, given its immense size, so the movement caused me to open my eyes. Looking up, my eyes met his gaze, as he smiled down at me. The pressure wasn't much but I knew he wanted me to take more. So I did and moved my mouth further down the shaft. As his cock shaft was as wide as its head, I had to keep my mouth open to its fullest. My lips were stretched apart to their max, but I was still able to keep my teeth from doing any more than lightly touching him occasionally. I felt the head reach the opening to my throat and push in. By now I was sucking continuously as my spit was running full bore and he was leaking constantly. So when he pushed it into my throat, I gagged momentarily, but not enough to stop. I swallowed more, sort of timing it with his next push, so that it was like I was swallowing his shaft as well as the fluids. I had never done anything like this, so was amazed at how well I was doing. I quickly broke my gaze with Russell to see how much of him I had swallowed. Most of him was outside of my mouth, perhaps I had taken in a third of his length. But given his girth I was pleased with it, and from the grin on his face, so was he. He confirmed as much. "Very good Addie. Your desire for me is impressive and I promise to let you have my cum as much as I can. You'll learn to deep throat me and please me as you so desire. I accept your commitment to me and your desire to belong to me. Suck little girl, suck a man's cock so you can know what a real one is like." As he said that, he had moved his foot to tap my caged cock, which was hanging down between my spread legs. I sensed Mandy moving her filming angle to capture that view. My small caged penis, bobbing between my garters and stockings as I knelt and worship a man's cock. The large anal plug was still causing my ass to throb and I realized I was pinned front and back by two monsters. What was worse, was my tiny penis was as hard as it could get as it swung between my legs. Mandy filmed that, documenting how serving Russell and sucking his exceptional cock was something I couldn't deny as exciting. As she moved back, so she could focus on my face and Russell's prize, she moved her hand forward into the shot. I couldn't really move my head as I was pinned by the cock, so I had to resort to moving my eyes, a sideward glance to see. In her hand, hanging on the chain, was my key. The key to my chastity. She was smiling and begin to narrate again. "Seeing as how you've willfully, and enthusiastically embraced Thick's offering of commitment to you, and you've consummated your acceptance as his property, this union will be endorsed. I now pronounce, you, Mr. Thick owner, and you, Ms. Adam Arnett, of 200 Layton Lane, Nashville Tennessee as slave. From this day forward, Ms. Arnett will be Addie, the sissy property of Thick and will serve him totally in all ways he desires. I pronounce this union on this he twelfth day of June, 2020. You may give the bride the cum she desires." I'm sure my face turned from the bright pink of humiliation to the ashen white of shock. As I heard Mandy say my real name and address and watched Russell take the key to my cage I felt like my life was gone. If I wasn't already choking on the massive dick in my throat, starting to block my airway, so that I had to learn how to gasp around it to get air, I would have gagged on hearing my personal info laid out. How had they gotten that information? In a second I realized all the time I had been preening and posing for my girly photos, would have given Russell plenty of time to find my wallet and get my information. Now Mandy had a video of me, sucking this huge cock, with my no longer secret identity on it. Beyond the fact that they held the key to my caged cock, this clip and all the preceding photos, were definite proof of my willingness to be a sissy, in chastity, who worships big cocks. I also instantaneously realized if they had my address, they likely had my friends and family phone numbers and emails. All that was on my phone next to my wallet. Cleverly hidden in the nightstand in my room. I would have panicked about my horribly exposed situation, but I was suddenly aware, Russell was about to nut. While I had sucked him, he had also played with his shaft. Pumping the rest outside of my mouth so he was even more excited. I felt his balls tighten in my hand, pulling closer to his body, I knew he was about to cum. Mandy was till filming and I was afraid, he'd want to cover my face with cum. Especially when he pulled back, out of my throat until his glans filled my mouth. It twitched and his taste was stronger. I quickly decided a mouth full of him, was better than a face full. As his huge cock head sat in my mouth, I pressed my lips tight against his shaft, right behind the rimmed edge of his glans. I began to suck it, lick the tip and underside with my tongue, anything to coax him into ejaculating. I also, moaned and hummed softly, like a cat purring to show its satisfaction. Finally I felt him tense and he put both hands on my head to hold me steady. A chain was wrapped around his fingers, hanging down and swinging, was my key. The first shot hit the roof of my mouth and the back of my throat. The second lay a thick cord over my tongue. The third continued to fill my mouth and I had to stop breathing as I was afraid I might choke. But I also didn't want to swallow. Somehow I was hoping they'd let me spit it out. Already I was amazed at the volume of his spunk and hoped he was almost done. Even though my lips were still tight against him, a small glob oozed out the corner of my mouth and dripped down my chin. Catching me by surprise, my head held steady, he popped his cock out of my mouth but kept it close as he shot two more ropes of cum, coating my cheeks, nose, and over one eye and eyebrow. My face which had been white from shock, now reddened again, as I realized how I would look on Mandy's video. I was transfixed, stuck kneeling in front of man whose cock I had just sucked. My mouth was still full of his cum, its presence filling my taste and smell senses. This had been so sudden and my status was now so uncertain, that the loss of control extended, in my mind, to something as minor as whether I should, or could swallow without permission. My indecision was a good choice, as Mandy broke through the fog in my head. "Congratulations sissy, show me your gift. Open your mouth and let me see. Let everyone see how eager you were to taste your new life." My face felt like it was on fire, like my eyebrows would singe off and my skin begin to blister. But I pivoted, slightly so I could open my mouth to show Mandy and her camera. As I did so, a glob of his cum fell from my eyebrow onto my false eyelash, partially blocking my view. I heard her chortle, almost squeal as she zoomed in on my mouth. Then I heard Russell. "You may swallow it now. The first of many rewards I will give you when you are a good girl. Then lick the end of my dick. From now on, when you blow me, you will always lick up the last drops of my precious gifts." I almost choked, feeling like I might vomit, as it slid, slowly down my throat. Then I saw her change the aim of her camera from my face, mouth open to show it was now empty to between my legs. Glancing down I cringed. In a small puddle was some of my cum, the rest dripping off my cage. My cock, still little even though it was swollen against the bars of my cage, was leaking. I must have come at some point during my cock sucking. As she filmed my tiny appendage revealing my lust over having access to such a wonderful organ, it was clear. I could hardly claim that they forced me to do this, that the video recorded their sexual assault on me, as I was excited too. I knew the comparison of his manly cock, worldly in size, with my small almost feminine one, was complete. Also complete was the comparison of my life as a free man with my new one, as a caged sissy slave. "And that's a wrap. Great job you two. It was so exciting and real. That's going to be a big hit. Addie, I loved your reactions. Better than I had hoped. When you saw the cage drop, when you delicately put your hands on his cock, the sweet first kiss, and then of course when you heard your name and address. All of those are among the best looks we've ever done. Now of course, I'll dub out your real info, I just thought it would generate the kind of reaction I wanted in this clip. And it did. You seemed like your life was over. It was all over your face. Beyond your reactions, I was impressed by how enthusiastic you were when you sucked him off. I wasn't sure how you would do, but you're a natural. It also seems like Mr. Thick wasn't the only one enjoying the ceremony. But what a difference. The comparison couldn't be any more complete. You see Russell and I make online porn for a living. We've done lots of regular, fuck stuff and gay scenes, but never one with a sissy or chastity. We decided to add those to our site. This should draw lots of hits and cash. Now tomorrow I want to film a honeymoon scene to go with this one. You know a consummation scene of you two in bed. Also a little CBT and spanking will add to your appeal. I brought a cute little French maid outfit. I bet you'll be a big hit and sell not only video clips but lots of stills too. But for now I'm exhausted. How about we go clean you up and then we can get dressed for dinner. I think you'd look perfect in that cute yellow dress and lingerie. We can go to the rooftop restaurant and celebrate a little. I want to get you used to being out in public dressed like a girl. You're just the comparison I've been after for a long time to pair with Russell." Mandy took a finger and wiped off some of his cum with her finger and held it to my lips. I was still in shock about everything and my head was reeling. "Open up, I want you to get where you crave every drop of him. So eager, it will show on your face at all times. If you behave the way I want, then this original clip with all your detailed information will remain ours, and not sent to your family and friends. Once you settle in as our sissy slave and porn star, then you?ll wonder how you could have lived like you did. There will be no comparison between the old Adam and the new Addie." Seeing my future, I realized I should do as she said and opened my mouth, taking her cum covered finger and sucking it clean like I did Russell?s dick. Mandy was right there would be no comparison of my past and future lives.