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I was naked, on my kneels, in the large 'birdcage' kept inside of Mistress Milliscent's chambers. The door to the cage was locked with two stout padlocks.
I'd never met Mistress before, but showed up on her doorstep following the instructions of my fiancée Miranda. Milliscent seemed like a very fun and exciting woman, but her command of me was evident from the start. She dismissed me from her presence with orders to enter her chambers by myself, to strip, and to lock myself in the cage. Following these simple instructions resulted in my current state.
Mistress Milliscent had left me here to grapple alone with my thoughts for some time. I was nervous about what might lie ahead, excited for the same reason, and I must admit, a bit bored. I was afraid of what might happen when she joined me, yet at the same time I could hardly wait for her to do so.
Eventually I heard her climbing the stairs to the chamber in which I waited.
When she entered and I saw her she was stunning. Her outfit was thrilling to me: leather riding boots, leather pants, and a white blouse with a riding coat over the top. She carried a crop in her hand, which only added to my excitement.
"Do you know why Miranda sent you here?" She asked.
"No Mistress." I replied, hopeful to be enlightened.
"She sent you to me so that I could explain the 'facts of life' to you, teach you about the 'birds and the bees.'" She answered.
"I don't understand." I said, confused.
"Well, it's my understanding that you don't have experience with women, that you are still a virgin." She said.
"That's true, Mistress." I replied, embarrassed about the fact that someone else knew about my inexperience.
"That's why she sent you to me. To explain all about sex before the two of you are married next month." Milliscent explained.
"OK, I understand." I answered. "It will be great to get some advice, because I do want to please her in bed."
"Hmmm." Milliscent replied, with a big smile, and a bit of a chuckle. "Miranda tells me that you led a very sheltered life with your mother. That you didn't date hardly at all, and were always very awkward around girls. She says that before she came into your life you'd never even made out with a woman. Is that right?"
"Yes Mistress." I mumbled, my embarrassment growing by the second.
"She also tells me though that in contrast to your innocence around girls, you were a horribly frequent masturbator, that you jacked off at the slightest provocation, especially when fondling, or even wearing panties. Does that seem about it?" She asked.
"Yes Mistress." I answered, hanging my head in shame.
"So, as I understand it, you turned eighteen, moved out on your own, beat off every day to internet porn, built a collection of feminine clothes that you pranced around in, and then, remarkably, met Miranda through a femdom personal ad on Craigslist." She said.
"That is it." I replied. "I couldn't believe my luck when Miranda answered my ad, all I've ever wanted is to be controlled by a beautiful woman."
"And it seems that you found that control right away. You started dating, you told her about your virginity, and your masturbation. Within days she had you cleaning her house dressed like a frilly French maid and had your cock pierced. Within weeks she put that piercing to use as a way to lock a steel tube on your cock, thus preventing your masturbation. Do I have that correct?" She asked.
"Yes Mistress." I answered.
"And for the past year, you've only been allowed out of that steel cage, allowed to masturbate once every six weeks." She said.
"Yes." I answered. "It's very hard for me, but Miranda says that not cumming keeps me focused on her."
"So, your cock is locked away, you get no sex out of Miranda, but she does allow you to cum every month and a half or so?" She asked.
"Yes, that's how it is with us." I replied.
"And tell me, what exactly does Miranda have you doing while you masturbate? Doesn't she have some kind of ritual, a rule for you to follow?" She asked.
"When I wank off I lay on my back, Miranda sits on my face and I have to kiss her ass while I play with myself." I answered.
"Go on, I think it's a bit more than just kissing." Mistress challenged.
"It's true, I have to worship her tiny little asshole with my tongue and my lips, I have to slide my tongue deep into her ass while I cum." I answered, burning with shame.
"Do you like that?" She asked with a smile.
"Yes Mistress, I love it very much." I admitted.
"But through all of this, Miranda kept right on dating other men. She goes out with them while you wait at home for her. Is that right?" She asked.
"Yes." I replied.
"Why do you think that is?" Mistress asked.
"Well, she is a lot older than me, and much more experienced sexually. She says that she loves the fact that I'm a virgin, that I've never been able to experience being inside a woman." I answered.
"What else?" She demanded.
"I guess she says that she wants me to remain a virgin till we are married so that our relationship can be special. She thinks though that since she's had so many past relationships that it only makes sense for her to keep dating through our engagement." I continued.
"She fucks the men she dates?" She asked with a chuckle.
"Yes Mistress. She doesn't tell me the details, but lots of times she comes home with their spunk inside of her and leaking into her panties. I can smell another man on her skin." I answered.
"And what do you do when she comes home from one of these hot dates?" She pressed.
"I help her undress, help her relax in a nice hot bath." I answered.
"What else do you do?" She asked. "With your mouth?"
"She has me lick her panties clean of their disgusting slime, and when I'm done with that she sits on my face and feeds me the cream they left inside of her. I have to lick up every drop." I answered.
"How do you feel about that?" She asked.
"It's very humiliating Mistress." I answered.
"And?" She demanded.
"And I love it, I need it." I admitted.
"Good." She declared. "Miranda sent you to me so that I could explain to you that none of this is going to change after you are married. You will still not have an opportunity to fuck her, she intends upon keeping you a virgin for life. You will still be allowed to masturbate, for a time, but she does intend on increasing your denial time and eventually she hopes to do away with your masturbation altogether. She will continue to date, and fuck, other men, but she is going to include you in those adventures, sometimes she will leave you at home and enjoy herself elsewhere, but other times she will be bringing them home to play with while you watch. Do you have any questions about any of this?" She asked.
"What about our honeymoon?" I blurted out, having been shocked by her words.
"Oh, you will have a marvelous honeymoon." She answered. "You and Miranda, along with her lover Tyrell will be traveling to Hawaii. You are going to be allowed into her bedroom, to experience the joy of sex through watching them make love together." She answered.
"But why?" I asked. "Once we are married there is no reason to keep me a virgin, I could pleasure her just like anyone else."
"I'm sorry to be the one to tell you this, but Miranda says that you have a very tiny little cock, that it's almost like a woman's clit it's so small. She says that you couldn't please any woman with it. That's why Tyrell will be stepping in for you, doing your husbandly duty and consummating your marriage." She said with a laugh.
"It's too cruel!" I exclaimed.
"No it's not." Mistress said. "It's perfectly normal. You are to be Miranda's slave, and she doesn't want to lower herself by fucking any slave. You'll spend your life on your knees, serving her, worshiping her."
Tears flooded from my eyes. I was overcome by emotions. I hated the news Mistress Milliscent delivered, but I was also wildly excited by it. My thoughts were in disarray.
"Now that we have your future out of the way, time for the second purpose of your visit." She declared.
I looked up at her.
"Miranda didn't tell you this, but at your wedding you are to be dressed as a bride. She's purchased you a beautiful white dress but if you are going to look wonderful in it you will have to loose a bit of weight. Over the next week we are going to burn that weight off of you. We're going to start with a series of very large enemas." She declared, turning away from me with a chuckle.