**Title: Locked and Loaded in the Kitchen**

It had been three weeks since Iraci locked my cock in chastity, and the ache between my legs was unbearable. She loved teasing me, making me beg for release while she flaunted her dominance. Tonight was no different—except this time, she had a surprise for me.

I was washing dishes when she sashayed into the kitchen, wearing nothing but a lacy black bra and panties. The sight of her perky tits and that round ass made my caged dick throb. She smirked, knowing exactly what she was doing to me.

“You look so pretty when you’re frustrated,” she purred, running a finger down my chest. “But I think you’d look even prettier in something more… fitting.”

Before I could respond, she pulled out a silky pink thong from behind her back. My face burned. Feminization had become her favorite game, and tonight, she was doubling down.

“Put them on,” she ordered.

I hesitated, but the fire in her eyes left no room for argument. With shaky hands, I undid my jeans and let them drop, exposing the tiny chastity cage that kept me painfully denied. Her eyes flicked down, and she licked her lips.

“Good boy.”

The thong was tight against my skin, the lace itching in a way that only made me more aware of how exposed I was. Iraci stepped closer, pressing her body against mine. I could feel her heat, smell the sweet perfume of her arousal.

“Turn around,” she whispered.

I obeyed, and my heart pounded when I heard the unmistakable sound of a strap-on harness being adjusted. Then, cold lube dripped down my asscheeks. My breath hitched.

“You’ve been such a good little sissy,” she murmured, rubbing the head of the dildo against my hole. “I think it’s time you learned your place.”

I gripped the counter as she pushed forward, stretching me open with agonizing slowness. The stretch burned—just enough to make me whimper—but then she bottomed out, her hips flush against my ass.

“Fuck,” I gasped.

“That’s the idea,” she laughed, gripping my hips.

Then she started moving.

Each thrust sent waves of pleasure and shame through me. The dildo rubbed against my prostate, making my caged dick drip helplessly. I was so hard it hurt, straining against the tiny prison.

“You like that, don’t you?” she taunted, slamming into me harder. “You love being my little bitch.”

I couldn’t deny it. My moans filled the kitchen, mixing with the wet sounds of her fucking me. My legs shook, my toes curling against the tile.

“Please,” I begged, not even sure what I was asking for.

She reached around, her fingers finding my trapped cock, rubbing the cage teasingly. “You want to cum?”

“Yes—fuck, yes!”

She laughed darkly. “Too bad.”

Her thrusts turned punishing, the strap-on hitting that sweet spot over and over until I was trembling, on the edge but unable to fall.

Then, suddenly, she stopped.

Panting, I turned to see her unstrapping the harness, her pussy glistening with need.

“My turn,” she said, spreading her legs on the kitchen table.

I didn’t need to be told twice. Dropping to my knees, I buried my face between her thighs, lapping hungrily at her slick cunt. She gasped, tangling her fingers in my hair as I worshiped her clit with my tongue.

“That’s it,” she moaned. “Make me cum, you desperate little thing.”

I licked, sucked, and fucked her with my tongue until her thighs clamped around my head, her back arching as she came with a loud cry.

When she finally pushed me away, her chest was heaving, her lips curled in satisfaction.

“Back in your cage,” she ordered, tossing my chastity key onto the counter—just out of reach.

I groaned, but I was already hard again.

Fuck, I loved this game.