"My apologies, Mistress." He pulls up the flimsy black knickers over his softened cock, bends his head and begins to lick the pooled cum off my sleek black boots.
"You realize that this means a day with the cage on for your forgetfulness, don't you, pet?" I reach down to stroke his cheek while his tongue works over the leather catching every last drop of cum that spilled out of his perfect cock.
"Yes, Mistress." He looks up at me, licking his lips. "Did I do a satisfactory job, Mistress?" I look down at my boots and see that they are clean and shiny.
"Very nice job, my sweet." I stand up and gesture for him to join me. He stands before me; head bowed submissively. "Get your cage, pet." I smile at him, impressed at his self-control. He hands me the cage and the key. I pull down the flimsy black knickers and slide the cage over his soft cock and lock it in place, smiling to myself at the poorly disguised look of pleasure on his face. He looks so perfect with his soft cock wrapped in the shiny steel. I was lucky to find a cage large enough...even soft he's bigger than most. It is perfect; instead of being solid it's more like an actual cage with a tiny hole at the bottom so he can wear it all day, yet still go to the bathroom without needing to take it off. Perfect for my little sissy. I replace his knickers and tie the key around my neck. "Would my little sissy boy like a reward?"
"If Mistress deems me worthy." I smile indulgently at him and stroke his cheek gently before taking his chin in my hand and bringing my lips to his. He moans gently into my mouth as my tongue slips between his lips. His hands rise to touch me but then remembering his place he drops them. I move my mouth and he moans sadly. "It's okay, baby. I'll let you touch since you remembered to stop yourself." I smile sweetly at him and lead his hands to my hips. "I love you, baby." I stroke his cheek and press my lips to his once more.
"I love you too, Mistress." He murmurs into my mouth. His hands slide up my hips to hold me close to him, savouring the freedom to let his hands roam over my perfect curves.
"That's enough, my sweet." I say, breaking the kiss and pulling his hands away. I give him a peck on the neck and then sit back on the bed watching him. "Sit."
He sits on the floor in front of me and folds his hands in his lap.
"Mistress, can I ask you for something?" He says nervously.
"That depends." I cross my arms and eye him suspiciously. "What is it?"
"Permission to stand?" I nod and watch as he walks to the sink and retrieves something which he holds behind his back then returns to kneel before me. "Mistress...I've been thinking about taking things further...and having you, um..." he looks down.
"Spit it out, pet." I tip his chin up to make him look at me. "What is it you want?"
"I want to take things further. Mistress, will you shave me and make me your little sissy girl slut?" He hands me a razor and looks up at me hopefully. I smile at him and take the razor, looking at it thoughtfully.
"Hmm...I think that can be arranged, pet." I stand up and set the razor on the sink. "However, you will still spend the rest of today with your little clit caged as punishment for your earlier forgetfulness. Help me undress." His face breaks into a grin and he nods vigorously.
"Yes, Mistress." He begins to undress me slowly, shamelessly marvelling at my beauty. His hands linger over my curves as he slides off my stockings and unclasps my suspender belt. I look at him sharply as his hands brush my taunt backside. "I'm sorry, Mistress." I nod in acceptance and wait patiently as he adorns me in my short silk robe.
"Strip," I say as I sit on the bed. "But leave your collar on." I wait as he strips off his heels, stockings, suspender belt, and knickers. "Towel." I stand up and collect a razor, a spare blade, and a can of shaving cream as he wraps the towel around his waist.
I head towards the shower with him on my heels; I can practically taste his excitement. Once inside the shower I turn it on and gesture for him to stand under the warm water. I strip off my robe and eye him as he stands waiting for my direction. This is going to take a while, I think; he isn't as bizarrely hairy as some men, but he is a man nevertheless.
I take a generous amount of shaving cream in my palms and begin to smooth it over him, starting with his balls. I realize that shaving him with the cage on may not have been the best plan and debate taking it off but I can't having him getting hard without my permission and so I work around it.
"Everything but your happy trail." He looks questioningly down at me as I kneel and begin carefully removing his hair. "What? I can't help it...I like it." He chuckles and watches me as I carefully shave him.
