I tried to protest, to squeeze out a single sentence that might steer her away from this madness, but Lilith was faster.

  She pressed two fingers to my lips, silencing me mid-word. Her touch was cool, and her gaze was so heavy it felt as if it were physically pinning me to the floor.

  “Kneel, kitten,” she commanded in a whisper that made every hair on my cat ears stand on end. “You’ll need that little friend of yours to be good and wet, so it doesn’t hurt ter.”

  A shiver raced the entire length of my spine. The thought that this pink... thing... was intended for me made the blood drain from my face. I wanted to bolt and run as far as possible, to leap through the window - anything to escape what was coming.

  But when I looked into her golden, hypnotic eyes, my legs turned to jelly. I had no choice.

  Lilith pced her hands on my shoulders and pushed me down, gently but firmly. My knees hit the soft rug, and the hem of my pink skirt hiked up, exposing my cage-bound manhood.

  Dammit... is she really going to use that on me? I thought desperately, my heart thudding against my ribs. I’m still a guy! This isn't how it’s supposed to be!

  Lilith didn't care about my internal conflict. She took a slow step forward, and the pink dildo, shimmering in the mplight, brushed against my cheek. That brief, synthetic touch was so humiliating I nearly went up in fmes from the shame.

  “Just do what comes naturally, kitten,” she said with a soft, almost tender smile that felt like the height of cruelty in this situation.

  Her sweet voice acted on me like a spell. Despite the uncertainty, despite the burning shame and screaming pride, I slowly and hesitantly opened my mouth. My hands tightened on her thighs, seeking support, as I brought the tip of the pink penis to my lips.

  I tasted the smooth material on my tongue. It was so strange, so unnatural, yet - thanks to the magic flowing from her aura - it stirred waves of heat within me that I couldn't control. Lilith pced a hand on my pink hair and began to stroke me gently, pulling my head closer to her hips.

  “Yes...” she murmured with satisfaction. “See? You were made for this, my little kitten.”

  Lilith wove her fingers through my pink hair, pressing my head even harder against her lower abdomen. I felt a jolt when her hand, usually so cool and commanding, trembled slightly with excitement.

  “Good girl...” she murmured, and I heard a note of genuine admiration in her voice. “Let’s see if you can take a little more.”

  Obediently, almost instinctively, I parted my lips wider. I slid the pink object deeper until I felt the hard material pressing against the back of my throat. My body tensed in a defensive reflex, and my eyes watered from the sudden pressure, but I didn't pull back. I began to suck rhythmically on my Mistress’s artificial penis, trying to wet it as much as I possibly could.

  Suddenly, a low, guttural moan of pleasure escaped Lilith’s lips.

  I froze for a split second, startled. She can actually feel this? the thought fshed through my mind.

  Then it hit me how complex that harness must be. Since Lilith prized her own comfort and pleasure above all else, there was likely a protrusion or a vibrator on the other end of the strap-on that stimuted her own cleft with every move I made and every thrust she gave. The realization that I was providing her with real, physical pleasure acted on me like the most potent drug.

  My motivation shifted instantly. It wasn't just about the fear of punishment anymore. If I brought her to climax, if I made her lose control in her own bliss, maybe this would all end. Maybe then she’d be in a better mood and finally take off this cursed cage.

  With that thought, I pced my hands on her hips, feeling the softness of her skin and the tension of her muscles. Inhaling through my nose, I took the entire dildo into my mouth. I slid it in as deep as my anatomy would allow, feeling the tip tickle provocatively deep in my throat. I suppressed a sharp gag reflex, tightening my fingers on her tex harness and focusing only on the sounds she was making.

  “Yes... oh yes, Neko...” Her breath became ragged, and her hips began to push forward involuntarily, seeking more contact with my mouth.

  My pink cage was throbbing so hard now the pain was nearly blinding, but I ignored it.

  The moment I tried to tilt my head back to catch even one short breath of air, Lilith’s mercy vanished in a heartbeat. Her hands, which had been almost tender before, now cmped onto the back of my head like a vise. Her fingers dug into my pink hair, and I felt a brutal force from which there was no escape.

  “I didn’t give you permission for a break, kitten,” she hissed, her voice now one of pure, demonic dominance.

  Before I could blink, Lilith jerked my head back, smming my mouth onto the pink material. There was no room left for gentleness or slow sucking. Lilith began to violently thrust her hips back and forth, imposing a tempo that made the world spin before my eyes.

  I felt her hips collide with my face with every movement. Every time her pelvis smmed against my mouth, I heard her moans grow louder. I knew this aggression wasn't just from anger - the double-ended toy must have been working inside her with incredible force, stimuting her with every brutal thrust into me.

  My vision slowly clouded over. The tears that had started from fear were now flowing from sheer physical overload. My hands, still clenched around her hips, shook so violently I could barely stay upright.

  Suddenly, I felt her body go rigid, and the grip on my head became almost painful. Lilith arched violently, driving the strap-on one st time so deep I nearly lost consciousness, and a long, ecstatic scream tore from her throat.

  When Lilith’s hands finally loosened their grip on my hair, I practically colpsed onto the rug, gasping for air. My mouth was numb, and thick saliva I hadn't been able to swallow trailed down my chin, staining the white colr of my maid outfit. I looked up, squinting, and saw her - she stood over me, panting heavily, her thighs glistening with the moisture that was proof of how brutally and effectively I had brought her to the peak.

  My blood began to simmer. I felt my [Submissive] talent activate with full force, flooding my mind with a wave of unnatural devotion. I looked up at her from below, feeling her heat and the pure, demonic dominance radiating from her, and the fear in my heart began to mix with a morbid adoration. Despite the extreme humiliation, my own member was still relentlessly straining against the pink metal of the cage, screaming for freedom.

  Lilith leaned down, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand, her eyes burning with dark satisfaction.

  “Mmm, you’re a born boot-licker, aren't you, kitten?” she murmured, her voice now low and husky. “But it’s time to turn you into the real little bitch you showed me you wanted to be... by rolling around in another woman’s bed.”

  I went still. So that was what this was about.

  She was still furious about Elizabeth. Before I could stammer out a single word of apology, Lilith grabbed me firmly by the shoulders and delivered a massive smack right to my buttock. The sound of the impact echoed off the walls, and I squeaked from the surprise and the pain, which instantly turned into a pulsing heat.

  “Onto the bed!” she commanded, shoving me toward the rge four-poster. “Lie down with that pretty little tail of yours in the air. Show your Mistress a nice position.”

  My heart skipped a beat with new hope. In the air? Position? The thought that fshed through my dazed mind was so sweet I almost forgot the pain.

  Since she’d already had her orgasm, and since she was telling me to present myself... it could only mean one thing. She was finally going to take it off! She was finally going to unlock this godforsaken pink cage and let me feel the relief I’d been begging for since morning.

  I practically ran to the bed, wobbling on my heels, and threw myself onto the soft bedding. Following her order, I settled onto my knees and forearms, arching my back toward Lilith. My short pink skirt fell forward over my back, exposing my white stockings and the gleaming metal of the restraint.

  “Yes...” I rasped, digging my fingers into the sheets. “Yes, Mistress... Please...”

  I waited excitedly for the cold touch of the lock being opened as Lilith slowly climbed onto the bed right behind me.