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I also have to follow these listed rules every time I hit the following number of notes. So please stop spamming the comments! They don't count! You can comment once a day though.

50 notes: Use a medium plug now

100 notes: Spend $20 on sissy clothes (must be pink)

150 notes: Wear panties 24/7 from now on

200 notes: Spend $40 on sissy clothes (must be pink)

250 notes: Sit on a 6-in dildo twice a week for 30 min

300 notes: Edge 1 hour every day for the following week

350 notes: Listen to 1 audio file of sissy hypno before bed

400 notes: Save $60 for a sissy dress

450 notes: Edge 1 hour every day for the following week

500 notes: Use a large plug now

550 notes: Save $80 for a sissy dress

600 notes: Every other day I have to use a chastity cage with a sounding rod

650 notes: Edge 1 hour every day for the following week

700 notes: Save $100 for a sissy dress

750 notes: Listen to 30 min of sissy hypno throughout the day

800 notes: Sit on a 7-inch dildo 4 times a week for 30 min 430 notes: Edge every day for a week for 1 hour

850 notes: Wear androgynous or feminine clothes at home from now on

900 notes: Buy a sissy dress with all the money saved up

950 notes: Listen to sissy hypno every time I do anal

1000 notes: Sit on an 8-in dildo six times a week for 30 min

1050 notes: Edge 1 hour every day for the following week

1100 notes: Use a chastity cage with a sounding rod every day now

1150 notes: Practice deepthroating during every dildo session

1200 notes: Edge 1 hour every day for the following week

1250 notes: Wear androgynous or feminine clothing in public from now on

1300 notes: Edge 1 hour every day for the following week

1350 notes: Lock myself in ballet heels for 3 hours every day

1400 notes: Wear only slutty or pink sissy clothing at home

1450 notes: From now on edge every day for 2 hours

1500 notes: Buy the most embarrassing humiliating sissy pink dress I can find (with all the ruffles and it locks when zipped up)

2000 notes: Sit on a 9-in dildo every day for 30 min

3000 notes: I can only wear a dress or skirt in public from now on

4000 notes: Make a Twitter account archiving everything I've done and will be doing

I don't think this will ever happen but if it does…

5000 notes: I have to give my chastity key away and continue to follow these rules until my owner says to stop. And whoever owns my key now owns me

The living room lights were dimmed to a soft pink glow when Emily led me in on the thin silver leash. Five pairs of eyes turned at once—her two best friends, Mia and Lauren, perched on the sofa with wine glasses already half-empty; her older sister Claire and younger sister Sophie sharing the loveseat, phones out and recording; and at the very center, legs crossed in the armchair like a queen on her throne, Emily’s mother, Vanessa, smiling the same wicked smile her daughter had perfected.

“Ladies,” Emily announced, giving the leash a theatrical tug so I stumbled forward, “meet my permanently pierced, permanently denied husband.”

I was dressed exactly as she’d ordered: sheer white thigh-high stockings, the ruffled baby-pink satin panties, and nothing else except the gleaming pink steel cage that locked through my PA piercing. The cage jutted obscenely under the thin fabric, already glistening at the tip.

A collective squeal rose up.

“Oh my God, it’s even smaller in person!” Lauren laughed, zooming in with her phone.

Sophie leaned forward, eyes wide. “That little bar really goes all the way through? Show us the lock, Em!”

Emily didn’t answer with words. She simply hooked one finger under the waistband of my panties, yanked it down just far enough for the cage to spring free, then let the satin snap back over it like a curtain. The cage bounced heavily, the integrated PA barbell glinting.

Vanessa set her wine glass down with deliberate care. “Come here, darling boy. Let Mummy-in-law have a proper look.”

My legs moved before my brain caught up. I stopped in front of her, trembling. She reached out without asking, cupped the cage in her cool palm, and lifted it slightly so the ring tugged.

“Exquisite craftsmanship,” she said approvingly. “No pull-out whatsoever. Emily, you’ve outdone yourself.”

Claire whistled. “Remember when he used to think he was in charge? Look at him now—dripping like a broken faucet.”

Mia stood, circled behind me, and delivered a sharp slap to my pantied ass. “Hands on your head, caged boy. Let’s see how pretty that bulge looks when you bend.”

I obeyed instantly. The room erupted in giggles as the satin stretched tight across the cage, outlining every useless bar.

Emily dropped into the armchair beside her mother and dangled the single key on its chain between her fingers. “Who wants to test how desperate he gets?”

Lauren raised her hand like an eager schoolgirl. “Me! Let me try the ice trick.”

Before I could process, Emily nodded. Lauren disappeared to the kitchen and returned with a single ice cube. She pressed it against the tip of the cage through the panties. I yelped; my hips jerked forward involuntarily.

The laughter was deafening.

Sophie zoomed in on my face. “He’s actually tearing up! This is the best girls’ night ever.”

Vanessa reached up, patted my burning cheek like I was a nervous puppy. “Shhh, sweetheart. Deep breaths. You’re exactly where you belong—locked, displayed, and laughed at by every woman who matters to your wife.”

Emily leaned over and kissed her mother’s cheek, then looked up at me with pure delighted ownership.

“Tell them what you are, baby.”

My voice cracked, high and small. “I’m Emily’s permanently pierced, permanently denied husband.”

“And?” she prompted, twirling the key.

“And I’ll never cum again without her permission.”

The room applauded like I’d just given the performance of a lifetime.

The bell above the glass door of “Velvet Needle” jingled as Emily tugged me inside by the leash clipped to my collar. The place smelled of antiseptic, vanilla, and female laughter. Three women in pastel smocks looked up from the counter and immediately started grinning.

“Em! You actually brought him!” Tara, the owner, clapped her hands. “The PA prince himself. Come on back, sweetie—let’s see if that little ring healed pretty for its forever home.”

I was already blushing crimson, jeans around my ankles before we even reached the piercing room. Emily made me step out of them completely and stand naked from the waist down while the girls circled like sharks.

“Hands behind your head, legs apart,” Emily ordered, voice syrupy. “Show the ladies what a good healed boy you are.”

Tara snapped on purple gloves, lifted my soft cock with two fingers, and whistled. “Perfect placement. Look at that—nice and straight, no migration. Ready for lockdown.”

From a velvet tray she lifted the new cage: tiny, glossy pink steel with an integrated curved barbell that would thread straight through my healed Prince Albert piercing and lock the whole thing inescapably.

Emily leaned in, whispering loud enough for everyone to hear. “Custom made. Zero chance of pull-out now. Isn’t that exciting, baby?”

My cock betrayed me instantly, swelling at her tone. The girls burst out laughing.

“Already trying to get hard for us?” said Jess, the apprentice, filming on her phone with Emily’s permission. “Too bad that’s about to become impossible.”

Tara dripped lube over the open barbell, then over my piercing. “Deep breath, princess.”

I gasped as the cold steel slid home—through the urethra, out the underside, clicking perfectly into the cage’s back plate. One audible snick and the integrated lock snapped shut. Tara dangled a single key on a chain and handed it straight to Emily.

“Done. Permanently,” she announced, giving the cage a playful flick. My knees buckled.

Emily kissed my burning cheek. “Thank you, ladies. Now, who wants to test how escape-proof it really is?”

They didn’t need asking twice.

Jess stepped forward first, wrapping manicured fingers around the cage and tugging hard. Nothing moved except my hips, which jerked uselessly forward. The ring pulled deliciously on the piercing; the cage didn’t budge an inch.

“Zero give!” she crowed. “Look at his face—poor baby’s trying so hard.”

Next came Liv, the tall brunette. She slapped the cage lightly, watching it swing. “Aww, listen to that little jingle. Music to my ears.”

Emily produced the final humiliation: a pair of shiny baby-pink satin panties with rows of white ruffles across the bum. She dangled them from one finger.

“Step in, darling. Time to dress my permanently pierced husband for the ride home.”

The whole salon howled as I obediently lifted each foot. The satin slid up my thighs and snapped into place over the gleaming pink steel. The cage made an obscene, unmistakable bulge under the delicate fabric.

Tara crouched, pinched the front of the panties, and outlined the cage through the satin. “Adorable. You’ll be leaking into these all weekend, won’t you?”

Emily clipped the leash back on, gave it a tug. “Say thank you to the nice ladies for locking away your orgasms forever, sweetheart.”

Voice cracking, cage already straining and dripping, I managed a whisper. “Th-thank you for making me permanently caged.”

They applauded like I’d just performed the cutest trick.

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