The Sissy Virus Ch. 02

"A chastity cage." the words came quickly and abruptly as she tried to get through the pitch.

His lips parted, trying to intervene, but she dismissed his rebuttal.

"Look, I won't make you. It's just. When you cum, the virus uses those hormone changes to grow. You're much more likely to be able to slow it by cumming as infrequently as possible." Her gaze met his, concern apparent on her face, "but if you think you can control your urges better from now on, I will trust you."

He paused for a long time, thinking about the times his resolve failed. Aware it's the only option, but struggling to accept it. Eventually, he agreed and resolved to resist the virus' grasp on him.

"Okay, I'll wear the cage."

"Brilliant! Don't worry I'm sure this will work. She pushed forward, reaching to put it on. His hesitation was clear, almost pulling back but standing firm, knowing she was only looking out for him. "I'll come back and unlock you weekly, so I can clean it up and ensure it's comfortable for you."

After a few weeks of chastity, struggling to cope with his lack of release, losing himself in deep hypnosis, His mouth explored the familiar shape of his dildo. About halfway through he finds himself kneeling over the dildo, his thighs keeping his entrance hovered just inches from the tip as he eased himself down towards the head of the dildo, desperate to get some kind of release from. Goaded by the relentless hypnotic suggestion, he let himself slowly drop onto the dildo, feeling the pressure build up inside of him.

Pushing it to the base, feeling it press up against his prostate, he let out a deep moan of pleasure before starting to work the shaft up and down, slowly at first but building pace quickly until he found himself bouncing on it with unbridled fervour.

The rhythmic hypnosis guided his body, the dildo pushing inside him, overwhelming his senses. His fingers gently met his cute black panties, massaging his locked cock through the soft silk.

Barely taking a touch to send himself over the edge, his bouncing slowed almost to a stop as his cum filled the black silk and started dripping from the edges. The pleasure overloading his senses made him almost scream in pleasure as he buried his face in a pillow to muffle the noise. His breathing was heavy as his body trembled, unable to handle the intensity of the pleasure.

As the intense first waves of his orgasm waned, he felt his cum overflowing the delicate silk panties. He dropped his fingers to catch it, slowly taking them into his mouth, licking the salty flavour from his digits as he let his mind keep drifting with the hypnotic rhythm. The intoxicating taste intermingled with the pulsating warmth of his orgasm deep in his core.

At her next visit, unlocking him for his weekly cleaning, she noted how messy he was, "you came this week, didn't you?" her voice carrying a tone of disappointment.

"I'm sorry, I couldn't take it. I was so pent up. And I was watching one of the files and ended up riding my dildo before I knew it," his eyes dropped to the floor, genuinely mad at himself for disappointing her but insistent on honesty. "It was unlike anything I've ever known, the intensity. I couldn't stop myself from crying out in bliss."

"It's okay; I suppose you didn't technically cheat on your chastity." a playful smirk crosses her face.

He felt a wave of relief at her jab. "I guess-" his words were cut off with a short moan as he felt her hands start massaging the head of his cock. His sensitive member twitched and leaked at the slightest touch. Her hands worked fast but sensually over the length of his shaft, rubbing and stroking at his most sensitive parts as he groaned in pleasure. Within minutes he was ready to cum; his cock twitched and tensed as his breath shorted. Just as he was about to cross that edge, her hands pulled back.

His hands reactively reached down to finish himself, knowing all it would take was the lightest of touches to get him to that place.

"Stop," her hand blocked his, "we're just cleaning today, remember? No need to disappoint me twice today." her voice was stern, contrasting her playful smile.

They stood for a moment, waiting for him to calm down as she looked at him with an appreciative gaze. "You wouldn't want to waste an orgasm when you know how good they can be anyway, would you?" Leaning forward, she kissed his cheek, lowering her hands to click his chastity back into place.

After their meeting, she started to check in on him daily, "We can't have you having another accident and walking around with a dirty cage, after all, can we?"

Her visits constantly bear gifts, bringing him new toys to try, vibrators, buttplugs, and clothes. She decided it was time to teach him how to do his makeup. She had done it for him on occasion, but, for the most part, he had been going without.

"It's fine for a cute little crossdresser, but you'll never pass as a girl with absolutely no understanding of makeup" Her tone was a mockery of a strict teacher, wagging her finger side to side.

"But I don't want to pass as a girl." his brow furrowed, realising the absurdity of his statement as he walked around the house in a cute yellow floral summer dress.

"You might not have a choice eventually." her voice became less playful as she took one of his hands in her lap. "Anyway, man or woman, we still have to hang out, so you're learning girl friend activities either way!" She let out a little giggle, obviously trying to lighten the mood.

After a few hours of makeup tutorials and advice, she finally admitted that he managed to do a pretty good job.

"Hey, I think you'll actually pass like this!" She grinned, gesturing for him to get up, "Come on, let's go."

"What, like outside, Like this?" his hands gestured up and down his figure.

"Yep, trust me, it'll be fine," she said, taking her leave.

Following her, his mind spun at the prospect of going out in his feminine clothes.

"So, do you want to pick a name for your femme persona?" Aria prompted as if making light conversation on their trip to the shops.

The question caught him off guard, his eyes meeting hers, his concern evident. "A new name?" he responded, his uncertainty palpable. "I've never really thought about it."

Aria reassured him, her tone comforting. "Honestly, it's not a big deal. You can just have fun with it. Amelia, Julia, Susanne. There are countless options. And remember, you can always change it if you want to."

"Ivy?" he said with uncertainty as if getting permission.

"If that's what you like, yeah!" Her smile was warm and reassuring, "it's cute, just like you."

They spent the day hopping between shops, Aria leading Ivy through the mind-melting experience of deciphering women's clothes sizes, stopping for snacks, and walking the town.

After a tiring day out, they returned home, exhausted but with bags full of new clothes and makeup. Aria hoisted her bag, a playful expression lighting up her face.

"Maybe we can do face masks and watch a scary movie?" she suggested, her grin betraying a childlike enthusiasm.

Ivy's grin mirrored Aria's excitement. "Oh my god, yes, please," she replied, her mind still abuzz from the exhilaration of going out en femme. Being referred to with female pronouns throughout the day made her feel so feminine, and she had no desire to stop now.

As Ivy walked to the bathroom to wash off her makeup and apply a face mask, Aria made cocktails and found a movie to watch.

Finally settled in bed, Aria placed her laptop between them. They both wore off-white exfoliating masks, soft, silky pyjamas and indulged in a few too many cocktails.

Bursting into fits of giggles when either one of them jumped and hugged close together when it got more intense. As the film ended, Aria peered over the edge of the bed before looking back at Ivy.

"Can I stay here tonight?" her fear evident in her wavering voice.

"Yes, please," Ivy whispered, pulling Aria close.

"We still have to get up and take our masks off."

After a brief silence, they took each other's hands, "We can do this together." Ivy's words trying just as hard to convince herself as Aria as they raised from the bed."

After a few days of Ivy being femme full-time had passed, Aria had a surprise for her.

"The lace blindfold is adorable, but if you dare take me outside in this lingerie, I might just scream," Ivy half-joked, her tone lighthearted yet tinged with genuine concern. Aria led her through the house, their movements clumsy as they both tried to navigate carefully, ensuring Ivy wouldn't trip.

"Okay, just through here, and you can take your blindfold off," Aria said, guiding Ivy through the doorway.

Ivy walked into the room and heard the door click shut behind her, taking her blindfold off to reveal a man standing naked in the middle of her room.

A few seconds passed; as she stared at the figure in disbelief. Her eyes were almost immediately drawn to a monstrous cock, only semi-erect and still longer than most of her toys.

She turned around and walked out the door, coming face-to-face with Aria immediately.

"What the fuck, Aria?!" Ivy whispered, her voice filled with shock and confusion.

Aria wrapped Ivy in a comforting hug and responded, "You have to try." She pulled back, their faces inches apart. "Remember, you've shared all your fantasies with me; this is your best chance. No pressure. If you feel uncomfortable, you can stop whenever. Just go in and take a look." Aria's persuasive tone urged Ivy back into the room before she could utter another word. Aria bit her lip, anticipation evident as she listened at the door, the sound of receding footsteps fading into the room.

Ivy stepped awkwardly towards the naked man standing in the middle of her room, his form appearing to tower over her more intensely with every step towards him. His extraordinary cock grows by the second.

Painfully aware of her budding breasts barely covered by the pink sheer lingerie, her chastity cage on full display for the man looming above her.

Just a step away from the man, she lowered herself to her knees and admired the enormous juicy cock before her. By far the closest she had ever come to a real cock, all of her experience with her dildo seeping from her mind.

Her hand hung tentatively in the air, reaching to touch it as she inhaled the powerful aroma. A moment of conflict washed over her as she remembered the man she used to be, aware of how disgusted he would be by this situation. as she savoured the scent of another man's cock.

As she reaches out to touch it, a conflict washes over her. She knows the person she used to be would be disgusted at her current position, but reassures herself that she just wants to experience the difference.

Rarely does one come across a cock this big in real life, and she can't pass up this opportunity. With delicate hands, she slips them under the monstrous cock and lifts it slowly, admiring its enormity even in its semi-erect state. Almost instinctively, she starts to stroke the shaft, caressing every inch as her face inches closer, unable to resist. Months of practice have led her to this moment. How can she not seize the chance to experience what it's like to take a real cock, to discover its taste?

Before doubt sets in, her lips have already made contact with the vast cock before her. The salty taste permeates her mouth as she teases the tip against her lips, kissing it as she has done countless times before for her dildo. Her mind goes blank as she focuses entirely on working her tongue around the head.

"You like that, don't you?" The man goads, encouraging her fervour.

She continues sucking diligently, savouring the experience.

"Okay," he stands back, his cock swinging before her. "tell me how much you want it."

She kneels in surprise at the sudden step back, her mouth aching for more. Her brow furrows slightly with frustration as she looks up at the towering figure above her. His cock, just out of reach.

"I can go if you prefer." His firm voice echoes through her.

She looks over to the door and back up at him, still heavy on her knees.

"Or you can beg to take my cock"

Her head drops to the floor, averting her gaze from his swinging cock as she shuffles along on her knees, peering down at her feminine frame draped on the floor. Her clitty in a neat little metal cage. Her cheeks blush brighter as she imagines all of the ways she could beg for his cock. A moment passes, her mind fighting against her desires, the embarrassment too much.

He coughs sternly, pulling her back to reality; she can't put off the choice any further. She knows what she wants. She looks up slowly, half-lidded eyes as she feels her mouth watering at the sight of his stiff swaying cock, "um- cock... please." the words come out an awkward mess, unable to reach the inner slut from her imagination. Her insides tensed in on herself, and her face burned with embarrassment. She shuffled forward on her knees, and her head slowly reached towards his cock.

He takes another step back.

"You can do better than that, sissy."

Her arms catch the floor as her balance is swayed too far by the gravity of his cock, pulling her with his step. Her thighs raise slightly from her knees as she follows. Careful not to prompt another move back, she stays her head a few inches from his cock, watching it sway as she yearns to taste it again. Her eyes shift to meet his, a reluctant pull from his hypnotic member.

"Please, master, let me taste your juicy cock." her ass wags slowly in rhythm with his cock as she shifts her weight, the embarrassment waning to determination as his cock overwhelms her mind.

His gaze holds firm but without confirmation.

Holding herself back as moments passed with his colossal cock swaying tantalisingly in front of her. "Please, I'm so horny, I need you to fill me, feed me, I can't bare to wait anymore, please use me, I'll be your filthy little sissy, I'll do whatever you want I just need it." the words falling out of her as she whimpers her pleas.

With a fraction of a smile, cock inches slightly closer, but that's all she needs as her mouth presses quickly forward. The flavour filled her mind with waves of ecstasy.

The salty taste of his cock overwhelms her mind as she takes him as deep as she can, his hands pushing on the back of her head, guiding her past her limit, choking on his length, the saliva pooling in her mouth as she tries to wrap her tongue around his girth. She spends minutes under his complete control, his hands pulling her head back and forth as she tries to breathe between thrusts. Her eyes water and their combined juices dripped down her pink sheer lingerie.

As his hands finally let her head loose, she pulls back, gasping for air before diligently taking his cock back in her throat. Taking breaks to catch the strings of their juices dripping from his length, licking up the tantalising nectar.

Her hand reaches out to the bed for her dildo, placing it under her delicate frame and readying herself to ride it as she sucks this monstrous cock.

She lets some of the pressure out of her throat, sitting back on the dildo, kissing and licking his cock, overwhelmed by the salty flavour as she feels the length of the dildo push into her.

He takes another step forwards, pushing his cock back into her throat, balancing her frame further back towards her heels, leaving her unable to pull back entirely from his cock or her dildo as she bounces back and forth between the two, engulfed in unimaginable pleasure.

"Aren't you a good sissy?" his voice rang out, stern and deep, carrying a sense of authority and dominance.

Her eyes look up at him in a feeble response to his rhetoric, brows raising in shock as she sees the phone camera pointing down towards her saliva-soaked figure bouncing between cock and dildo as she whimpers in unbearable pleasure.

"You're going to take my cum like a good little cum hungry sissy slut, aren't you?

"Mhm." Her response comes through muffled moans as she feels his pulsing cock rising and falling in her throat.

Feeling his cock twitching intensely in her throat, anticipating the explosive flavour of his cum flowing down her throat. She feels, as her building orgasm reaches its peak, barely able to keep herself upright as her whole body fights to convulse in a pleasured heap. His enormous cock finally lets loose, his thick creamy cum working its way down her throat. The remains of his orgasm filled her mouth. He steps back, letting her drop back on her dildo one last time before softly dropping to the floor in a cacophony of pleasure, her mind turning into a blanket of pink fluff as she hugs herself on the floor, struggling to cope with the overwhelming bliss.

She hears him leave, and as the door clicks shut, she hears some approaching footsteps. After a moment passes, she feels Aria's delicate hand guide her head into her lap, stroking her hair as she slowly recovers from the orgasm.

"So, how did you like your first real cock?"

"I-" Fresh tears start to fall from her eyes as she looks up at Aria, "I don't think I can give this up."

Aria just smiles back at her, stroking her hair.

"I've never felt anything like it. I think I'm going to stop taking the pills. I don't want to go back anymore."

"I'm so proud of the sissy you've become. Please don't resent me when I tell you this." Aria's eyes swelled too with tears as she continued to stroke Ivy's hair

She looks up at Aria's doting gaze, concerned but calm in this fuzzy afterglow. "What is it?" her hand reaches to brush a tear from Aria's cheek.

"The sissy virus... isn't real. I've been feminising you intentionally." Her face becomes a mixture of fear and empathy as she anxiously awaits Ivy's response.

"But how?" Any other time, and she would have responded emotionally, months before, maybe even violently, but at this moment, she was so emotionally and physically exhausted and so calm in this vulnerable position that it was all she could muster.

"I just gave you the idea. And made it seem inevitable." She paused thoughtfully, "Then all I had to do was give you the tools to make it happen."

"Why?"

"I had no other choice." Aria blinked away her teary eyes.

"There's always a choice."

"What if I told you you're not getting out of chastity until you infect another two men with the sissy virus?"

"Fuck."

"The choice is yours."