First week of my new requirement to dress up for work and the side effect it had of constantly putting me in a subby state and causing constant tease and denial. By the time Thursday rolled around and I reported for personal service, I had essentially been edging for 96 hours straight. When you put me in the bondage that included an extra layer keeping my legs apart with both the ankle and leg restraints, I was unable to keep my sissy clit from straining in the cage as you teased my nipples and continued your breast pumping routine. my body reacted and I felt my hips start moving involuntarily. I was so on edge that trying to “fuck” the cage was all I could do. I was almost sure there would be no release when I heard you start to laugh and comment how frustrated I must be.
When you attached the nipple clamps that fit under the breast pumps and pumped them up, it got even more intense. You were doing everything you could to keep me on that edge and it got to be so frustrating it was almost painful. When you slid the vibrator into my diaper the release, I felt was both pleasurable and painful in the same way it feels when the nipple clamps with the chain are left on for an extended period of time and then removed. I want them to come off so badly, but when they are it’s the most painful feeling. I know I felt release, but when I got home, there was no wet spot in the diaper. I’m not sure if what I felt was an orgasm or some other sort of pleasure, but it was a brand-new sort of pleasure/pain.
The next morning, when I once again put on my required dress clothes for work, I could see how my chest area is more defined in the vest and tie. I could see the hourglass shape and the contour of my hips. The clothes may not be super femme, but my body in them most definitely was. With that figure and my long hair tied back into a high ponytail, I won’t be surprised at all if I hear someone call me “ma’am” while working this summer. The feeling of being dressed in what you’ve required started the cycle over. Constant tease and denial in the cage. As I feel the tightness of a buttoned collar and tie while seeing the femme image of the person wearing it. I know by the time I serve in person again, I’ll be in the exact same state as last week until my body and mind finally adapt to being dressed like this for work.
My only escape from the constant tease is each night when I get into my femme pajamas. I’ve actually continued to sleep soundly which is why I wonder if I actually released a mess. There have been no sleepless nights…just pretty erotic dreams. My limits continue to be pushed, and I keep becoming more femme with each passing day.
