Come Be My Good Girl

Come be my good girl.

It was a phrase I had read many times in the past year, yet with each message that inner burst of excitement I felt never dimmed. Regardless of how shit of a day I was having, feminine or masculine mood I found myself in, or self-deprecating opinions I had about myself; one little message and it always just seemed to fade away. It was magic.

I still vividly remember the first time I read it, my friend Mia and I were simply joking around with one another. Showing off some new outfits I had bought myself, dramatically posing and flaunting selfies while she cheered from her phone, it sort of just...slipped out.

Oh you look adorable! You HAVE to let me dress you one day.

What!? No way!!

Why not?

Because 'Rory' does not leave this apartment!

Well she should! :)

Ugh. No.

Yessssss.

Too scary!

Oh hush, you know you'd be in good hands. Please let me dress up Rory? Come be my good girl...

I had to sit down.

Something about that phrase held so much sway over me. I did trust Mia, and I did show off Rory in certain safe circles, but the idea of bringing that feminine side of me elsewhere was, to put it delicately, fucking terrifying. Yet, as I read and re-read that message, feeling it engrain itself in my mind, like an itch you just can't quite reach, I found myself easily, and dramatically, relenting.

A few weeks later I awkwardly stood in her living room, unable to remove the permanent blush in my cheeks, doing a terrible job trying to cup my hands in front of the panties she'd forced me to wear. Mia, being even more of a brat than myself, laughed the entire time, poking fun at how embarrassed I was, somehow making me feel comforted and humiliated at the same time. Even though I felt a familiar terror in my chest, a large part of me knew I was in good hands with my friend.

But she didn't have to keep teasing me!

She ALSO didn't have to make me wear my cage. Mia had been completely fascinated the first time I talked about it, and all the emotions that came with using and wearing one. While I did certainly dress up as Rory without one for outings, there was just something about the mindset it placed me in, as if I was locking away my masculinity, allowing my other 'half' to burst free, in full control. Regardless, I was easily bullied into wearing it for our first night of fun.

I have one weak point in life. Okay, fine I have several weak points. BUT! Without competition, my biggest weak point is dominant figures. A stern expression, commanding tone, assertive body language, and every part of me folds away like a cheap lawn chair. And as many submissives can attest to, hiding that fact from said dominant people...IS REALLY HARD!

A reality Mia discovered very quickly as I was toyed with, left standing far too long in her first choice of undergarments. Trying very hard to ignore her continuous snickers and smiles at my expense, I stood firmly in place, silently cursing myself for getting, well myself, into this situation. After deliberately stalling, Mia stood in front of me with a grin, beautiful white opaque tights in her hands.

I glared at her, my hands no longer able to protectively shield away the pink cage and straps currently trapping my excited little clit for the evening. Thankfully after years of playing with chastity I had found a size and model that didn't glaringly show off the excitement that coursed through my body being able to express myself in a feminine manner. Yet even with the cute, tiny size I had managed to squeeze into, my straining clit was completely outlined in my pink, satin, and lacy panties.

Mia had picked them out immediately when I showed her my collection, shoving them into my arms so quickly any attempt of rebuttal was short-lived. Now, her eyes glued to my aching clit, she watched with glee as it disappeared behind the white fabric, sliding the tights up my shaved legs, making sure they sat perfectly. Even with the nervousness I felt, I couldn't help but smile as I felt them, rubbing thighs together with an almost electric response. I really loved wearing tights.

Smiling, with her infuriating little giggle, Mia fussed here and there while she walked around me, running hands up and down my legs, offering a friendly tap on my ass, noting hilariously how it turned my face bright red. Moving with purpose, she picked out a white and pink blouse I had brought with me, along with my trusty pink heels. My first ever pair, I remember being elated when they arrived, almost wearing them at home for a week straight. My poor calves whined the entire time, but it was so worth it.

After donning my blouse, shifting it to sit comfortably on my big shoulders, I gasped when Mia brought out a beautiful light pink skirt. Soft to the touch, firm enough to hold its shape, with an almost dramatically large bow on the front.

"Miaaaaa! I told you not to buy anything!" I tried to pout, but I couldn't take my eyes off the cute skirt, my hands unable to stop running over the fabric.

Mia smiled, seeing my reaction. "I know, I know. But I may have already bought it before I asked you to dress up for me..." I glared at her, trying excruciatingly hard to be mad. But between the adorablewhoops face she put on, and the fact that I did indeed love the skirt, not to mention the insane levels of frustrations I felt straining away in my cage, I relented.

Blouse tucked in, bow promptly on display, and feet gently slid into my heels, I stood in front of my friend, that familiar cocktail of fear and insecurity bubbling inside of me. But Mia simply squealed, delighted at my outfit. She took my hands, squeezing them, those big eyes grinning with excitement. I couldn't help but smile, blushing away as I felt my confidence returning, worries pushed aside for the time being.

Adding finishing touches to her work, I sat still while Mia applied some subtle make-up to complete my look for the evening. Soft pink lips and a generous amount of mascara, liner and shadow. Laughing, she decided to skip using any blush, noting that I had enough naturally in my cheeks already. This made me burn an even deeper shade of red, which prompted Mia to snort, thinking herself to be hilarious.

I hated her.

Placing a blonde wig over my hair, she fussed about getting it in place, stepping back with a smile, declaring I was finally ready. Taking me by the hand, Mia practically dragged me to her bedroom mirror, arms around me while I took in the sight she had concocted. I was no stranger to seeing myself as Rory, spending many nights in front of my own make-up mirror. But, sharing this experience with Mia, a friend I trusted and adored, seeing the completed outfit with her grinning face poking out from my side, I couldn't help but smile, blushing from all the attention.

The rest of the night was like any other I'd had with her. Drinking, eating, laughing, and simply talking. We had always gotten along well together, regardless of the gendered mood I found myself in, but being fully displayed as Rory in front of her seemed to heighten the experience. All night she kept commenting on how I looked, keeping true to her prediction of a permanent blush in my cheeks. The continuous photos did not help either, only slightly worried about how many she now had of me on her phone.

As it got late, Mia helped me back into my more masculine attire for the return trip home, a begrudging pout on her face. Before I left she begged me to promise making this a more common occurrence between us, wanting to see every piece in my secret wardrobe. While I had no intention of introducing the overly excited Mia toevery aspect of Rory, wanting to keep at least some of her slutty nature secret, I did promise. After all, the evening had rated as one of my favourites.

Over the next few months, I'd receive a familiar text every other week or so.

Come be my good girl!

Sometimes the message would end in a question mark or a period. Often though it was followed by an exclamation mark, or three. Or twelve. It really depended on how much she'd had to drink when she sent it. Regardless though, I could simply never say no if I wasn't busy, knowing that we both had so much fun on those nights, sharing in the multitude of different outfits I had collected over the years.

Mostly it was just being feminine and cute, often in dresses and skirts. However, as Mia became more brazen, and I became more comfortable in her presence, I slowly let down my armour just a bit further, showing her through an internal horror of humiliation my collection of lingerie that I enjoyed wearing, most of which drew attention to my caged clit. She saw my schoolgirl skirts, my ill-fitted and drunkenly purchased bunny suit, silly girly costumes, outrageous amounts of nylons...and my maid uniform.

Mia instantly fell in love, inviting herself over that next weekend to watch me clean. I whined at her the first time I came out wearing it, as she nearly fell over in hysterics, laughing her head off. But she couldn't get enough of it, especially the humiliated and adorable mood it put me in wearing it for her. Her hands constantly explored the outfit all day, playfully bouncing any ruffle she could find, doing a number on the subtle petticoat I often wore with it.

Despite my face burning with shame and glaring anger, I couldn't stop my clit from the constant strain I felt underneath my uniform.

The next time I went over to Mia's, I found myself cleaning her apartment as well, directed and scolded all evening by the grinning monster, having far too much fun at my expense. Referring to me as 'Maid Rory', or simply, 'Maid', I routinely fetched her drinks while I didHER chores!

As I dusted her shelves, my heels helping reach the tops, Mia hugged me from behind, sighing happily. "Mmmmm, I could really get used to this, Rory. You could come clean my apartment every week!" I groaned, the straining in my clit letting me know that was indeed something I'd agree to, but hoping she never asked.

"Or you could clean it yourself at least once in a while so it doesn't get this bad!" I countered, hearing the soft giggle behind me. Spinning me around, Mia smiled upwards, far shorter than me normally which was only laughably enhanced by my heels.

"Don't worry, I won't make you do it all the time." She grinned, seeing the sigh of relief spread across my face. "But you are far too cute in that outfit for it to go to waste on your apartment alone." Her eyes narrowing, the stern stare fixed my way temporarily making me forget how to breathe. "So get used to it, my little maid."

After her warning, the remainder of her chores were done straining beneath my dress, my poor clit under duress from the evening. Being feminine had that effect on me regardless, but add on top the subtle dominating presence of Mia...and I was often just a complete mess.

With a content sigh, I finished wiping down the counter, scanning her kitchen with satisfaction. Confused, I didn't notice Mia disappear, not seeing her in the living room. In spectacular fashion, Mia responded to my unanswered question, stepping out of her room in a beautifully bold red, strapless dress. Light beige stockings and white heels dwarfing my own in comparison, she smirked as I whimpered seeing her outfit.

Walking right up to me, placing a hand on my chest, Mia held me frozen in place, her eyes transfixed on mine. "Rory, my dear. We need to talk."

I don't even remember following her to the couch, finding myself kneeling at her feet. Mia was completely in her element, thoroughly enjoying the control she had in the moment, one finger holding my chin, and my every attention.

"Rory, my good girl, I have a confession. After each of our nights over the last few months I have been left with an aching desire I didn't quite understand. An unsated, uncontrollable, and confusing frustration for more." I whimpered, wilting underneath that stern stare, not daring to move or speak. Mia smirked, seeing the effects she was having on me. "I think you know the feeling I'm describing."

Uncrossing her legs, resting both feet on either side of me, Mia ran a hand through my wig, her face so close to mine, feeling her next whispers as much as I heard them. "I'd like to add a new...element to our girly nights together, if you so wish. I'd like," she leant in further, her lips brushing my ear as she softly spoke, leaving me shaking, "for you to take care of that for me."

I moaned, unable to think in the position she had me in, my poor clit feeling as if it was ready to break through my little cage. Returning to stare into my eyes, Mia held me there in silence for an eternity, feeling her controlling but subtle hand holding up my chin. Finally finding my voice, feeling as if I hadn't drank a drop of water in years, I simply said one word.

"Yes."

Mia, holding every shred of power between us, watching the excitement and terror formulating behind my eyes, smiled. One of the most beautiful smiles I had ever seen. It was subtle, not quite a smirk, yet her lips made a similar pattern on her face. No, this was satisfaction. Hearing an answer to the question you already knew. A confirmation. Knowing you had won already, the energy of which physically manifested. It said so much without a word passing between us, as if we both knew we'd end up here when this all first started. Being there at her feet, my head in her hands, dressed in my humiliating maid uniform, it all just felt...right.

Gently, Mia kissed my lips, a soft comforting peck, which seemed to soothe all the tension I had been holding onto. "Good. My Rory." She smiled, her usual genuine happy smile, kissing me a bit more deeply a second time, before leaning back against the couch. I watched with excitement as she pulled up her red dress, revealing a noticeably wet pussy, bare and in an obvious state to be taken care of.

"Then, my little maid" Mia said, placing one stocking covered leg over my shoulder, "you have one final chore to take care of before I let you leave for the evening."

Out of all the chores Mia 'forced' me to do that evening, that one was easily my favourite. Hearing her cum for the first time, quivering thighs wrapped around my head, a tight grip on my wig threatening to rip it from my head, was simply amazing. Her chest heaving, slowly regaining control of her breathing, that satisfied half-laugh, half-smile sending a warmth through my chest, the only thing on my mind being how to please my friend further.

Come be my good girl.

Our next few evenings followed a similar suit, with Mia being far more 'hands on' with my dressing. True to her word, my maid uniform was left at home for the time being, but she eagerly dove into my collection of clothing normally reserved for myself, and the fantasies they secretly drove. Now, wearing my black corset with matching stockings, deeply blushing from having my clit exposed for the first time, the hunger in Mia's eyes only grew as her control over me strengthened.

I whimpered, dripping with patheticness and desperation, the first time her delicate small hands rested on my caged clit. Seeing the effects of her touch only emboldened her further, firmly cupping and gripping while she stared up at me, my body brimming with an aching need I had never felt before. Being in chastity on your own was fun, even self-denial had its moments. But nothing had prepared me for being caged in front of Mia, her subtle smile letting me know just how much she liked it.

Still resting my cage in her palm, Mia ensured she held my every attention before she spoke. "I have a surprise for you tonight, my Rory. Would you like to see it?" I moaned softly, unable to control the physical manifestation of my excitement. Grinning, her playfulness returned, she hopped away to her room, while I tried desperately to ignore the aching, dripping mess between my legs. I failed.

Mia quickly returned, giggling at my face when I saw her surprise. In those beautiful hands of hers was a sleek, stainless steel plug, a jeweled pink gem encompassing the end. But as exciting as that was, my eyes were drawn to the straps pulled over top of her jeans, holding in place a detailed, fairly sized, pink cock. Such a pretty colour, looking so natural between her legs, I couldn't look away.

Smiling, wiggling her new cock back and forth humourously, Mia giggled at the look on my face. "I take it that you approve?" I was speechless, as I often was during our nights, almost mesmerised as she placed a hand on her cock, tauntingly stroking up and down. She laughed, once more having fun at my expense, bringing herself right against me. "I thought you'd like it."

"It...It looks amazing on you Mia." She smiled, beckoning me to bend down for a kiss. I moaned softly as she embraced me, feeling her cock against my cage, a subtle ironic display. Pulling away, those eyes of hers staring up at me gleefully, Mia laughed once more at my shocked and excited expression.

"Now," she began, her fingers caressing my cheek, "we won't be using it tonight. But I wanted to show you. Because next time you are here. Next time you are mine, I want you to be ready. Can you do that for me?" I whimpered, nodding enthusiastically, unable to hide my own eagerness in any way, shape, or form. Even if I could, my little clit would have answered for me.

Come be my good girl!

A few weeks later, reading Mia's telltale message on my phone earlier in the day, I found myself shaking with excitement. Wearing my corset and stockings, shakily resting on my hands and knees, I felt her hands rub and squeeze my ass behind me. I openly moaned, whimpering from being touched so delicately, so vulnerably. Mia's cock moved up and down, rubbing against the cute princess plug that had been inside of me all evening.

Almost half a year of playing together, and I had never once been this excited. My entire body brimmed with energy, my anticipation so thick in the air I could almost taste it. Smiling behind me, a chorus of cute and kind words sent my way, Mia seemed to be thoroughly enjoying herself. She certainly laughed and giggled when I was on my knees, watching me suck her pink cock with glee.

I still couldn't get over how natural it looked for her to have a cock, sitting so comfortably on her hips. With enthusiasm Mia stroked it, toyed with it, often while simultaneously holding my own caged clit, showing me what I had given up for the evening. While I strained the entire time she teased me, I had to smile seeing her reactions.

And now, as I felt her carefully pop out my plug, I could barely breathe as Mia gently pushed her new cock inside of me. Eyes wide with excitement, she made sure I was doing okay, watching the pink cock disappear in my ass. I answered her questions and concerns with uncontrollable maons, unable to formulate words as I was fucked. I had played with my ass before on my own, having fun nights all dolled up. But this...this was much different.

This was heaven.

After realising she wasn't going to break me, Mia grabbed my hips with purpose, thrusting with vigor as I whimpered beneath her. I heard her squeal in delight as she cupped my clit, feeling the continuous stream of cum being fucked out of me. I was a complete mess, barely able to focus staying in position, my clit feeling as if it was going to burst. So different from how I normally came, the sensations similar, but enhanced beyond anything I could have imagined.

It took Mia all of five minutes to fuck the first orgasm out of my desperate, needy ass.

I listened to her triumphant giggle as I shook, cumming my little heart out as she bottomed out inside of my ass. Holding me still, grinding her pussy against the end of her pink cock, Mia started pushing in and out of me once I had recovered, clearly not finished with me. I listened as she called me her good girl, how proud she was, while I continued to quiver, shake, whimper, and cum through the night.