You stood perfectly still, knowing better than to deviate from your blank stare and placid smile. He had told you this was a real chance at escape. All you had to do was hold still for one hour. He’d take off this infernal cage, he’d delete those awful photos he took, he’d disappear from your life and let you go back to how you used to be. Or so he’d said. And he had never lied to you before.

You hated the constant humiliation, the teasing, the denial. You hadn’t cum in months, that’s the only reason why you were so swollen all the time. Just because you dripped precum when he made you suck him didn’t mean you liked this, that damn cage was doing it.

So you were going to be his perfect, immobile doll for the next hour. Even when he slipped the plug into your now stretched anus, you didn’t flinch. Even when he teased you for looking so adorable, you didn’t drop your vacant smile. And even though your little “clitty”, as he called it, swelled in its cage when he pressed the button on his remote, the plug springing to life in your rear, you didn’t tremble, you kept strong.

And then he rolled out the mirror. With a clever grin, he positioned the full height glass surface in front of you, then left the room. “What was he up to?”, you wondered, looking at yourself for the first time that day.

That garish, pink dress made you look so pathetic. And the big bow in your hair looked like it belonged on a little girl. God, those little ankle socks really made you feel weirdly anxious, and the pink clunky dolly shoes gave you butterflies in your stomach. And your face, you couldn’t even see yourself anymore. When had your eyebrows gotten so thin? And that was your real hairstyle you were looking at. And your silly vacant smile, apparently unperturbed by it all.

The plug pulsed in your botty as you gazed on the semblance of pathetic femininity before you. That was you! The humiliation washed through you as you felt what he called your “bitch button” swell in your rear. How had you let this happen to you? You could have left, dealt with the fallout of the pictures being released. Done anything but stand here grinning like an idiot. An adult male pretending to be another man’s dress up dolly.

Warmth was rising in your belly and behind your locked clit. You struggled to keep your expression calm as you flashed back to kneeling before him, sucking him dry, and thanking him. Had he really made you done that? Had you not enjoyed it? This certainly felt good. Too good.

You trembled as you realized that even if you did escape, undo what he’d done to your hair, your smooth legs, your arched eyebrows, there was no way to undo what had happened to your mind. You couldn’t even remember what it was like to stroke, picture what it feels like to have sex with a woman. The memory of his shaft slipping smoothly between your cheeks was all you could think of.

You gasped and your knees buckled as your pathetic little clit dribbled its load out from the cage. Lying on the floor, feeling your prostate quiver and your pelvic muscles pulse, you kept looking at the ruined sissy in the mirror. It was hard not to, she was hot.

And that’s when you knew that you’d never escape.