Book 1: The Therapists Sissy Maid: Becoming Her Locked Sissy Maid: Part 6

Alexandra eased back into her leather chair, the latex creaking softly as she crossed her legs once more. The movement made the material stretch tight over her thighs, drawing David's eyes before he could stop himself.

"Your erections remain a central issue," she said, her tone calm and measured. "They continue to dominate your attention during sessions."

David's face burned hotter. "I-I'm sorry," he stammered, his voice barely above a whisper. "I'm so sorry, I can't—I don't mean to—"

"Shh." Alexandra held up one hand. "No need for apologies. Your body is responding exactly as expected."

He tried to speak again but only managed a strangled sound, his hands twisting in his lap. The apology died on his tongue as another wave of heat flooded his cheeks.

"Your questionnaire responses were quite revealing," she continued. "You indicated strong attraction to dominant women. The physiological data from the photograph test confirmed this—your heart rate spiked significantly when viewing images of women in positions of control."

David's breath hitched. He wanted to disappear into the floor.

"You also admitted during our last discussion that I am one of the triggers for these uncontrollable reactions," Alexandra said, watching him carefully. "That level of honesty is valuable."

She let the silence stretch for a moment, studying his flushed face.

"There is nothing wrong with you, David. In my professional opinion, quite the opposite. You possess deep submissive tendencies that are completely natural. The difficulty lies in how these tendencies prevent you from acting on them. They create internal conflict rather than allowing healthy expression."

Alexandra paused, her fingers tracing the armrest.

"I have a specific treatment approach for this specific condition."

David's face flushed an even deeper crimson, his throat working as words tumbled out in broken fragments. "I—I mean, thank you, I just... it's such a relief that you... that you understand," he managed, his voice cracking.

The acceptance in her voice made something tight in his chest loosen even as his shaft throbbed harder, a fresh bead of pre-cum soaking into his underwear.

Alexandra rose from her chair with deliberate grace, the latex stretching and creaking across her body as she moved. David couldn't look away. She walked to her desk, her hips swaying, and bent forward to reach the bottom drawer.

The glossy black material pulled tight over her ass, the perfect curves presented directly toward him. The latex clung to every contour, highlighting the roundness of her cheeks and the way they met at the centre.

She unlocked the drawer with a soft click, her fingers disappearing inside. When she straightened, something small and metallic glinted in her palm, catching the light as she carried it back.

David tried to focus on her face, but his eyes kept dropping to the object she held, unable to make out its shape. His erection throbbed againas she settled back into her chair and crossed her legs slowly, the rubbery sound filling the room once more.

Alexandra leaned forward with deliberate slowness, the leather of her chair creaking softly as her body shifted. Her gloved fingers were wrapped around the cold steel chastity cage as she extended her arm across the small table, lowering the flat metal device with measured care until it settled directly in front of David. The polished steel caught the light, its smooth surfaces reflecting the room around them.

She eased back into her seat, the leather sighing beneath her weight. Her thighs pressed together, the wet fabric of her panties clinging to her swollen pussy lips inside the tight latex. Every subtle movement sent a warm, slick sensation through her core, her arousal growing heavier with each passing second. She drew in a slow breath, her chest rising, the latex creaking faintly as it stretched.

David's eyes moved restlessly between the heavy swell of her breasts and the steel object now resting on the table. His gaze lingered on the rounded curves of her breasts barely contained by the glossy black material before dropping to the device, then flicking back upward again.

Recognition dawned across his face. The flat steel shape matched the devices locked around the cocks and balls of the men in the photographs she had shown him earlier. Those images had made his shaft twitch and his heart pound, the sight of restrained, denied men stirring something deep and undeniable inside him. Now the same cold metal sat inches from his hands, waiting.

His cock jerked hard inside his pants, a thick pulse of precum surging from the tip. The hot fluid soaked through his underwear and spread across the brown fabric of his trousers, leaving a dark, widening stain that grew more obvious with every throb.

Alexandra noticed the way his pupils dilated, the way his breathing grew shallow. She leaned forward once more, resting her elbows on her knees, the motion pushing her breasts together and forward until the latex strained around them. The deep cleavage drew his attention as she spoke, her voice low and steady.

"This is a male chastity cage, David," she said, her eyes locked on his. "The same kind you saw in those pictures. It locks around your cock and balls, keeping you contained and controlled. No more spontaneous erections. No more orgasms."

She let the words settle between them, watching the flush spread across his cheeks and down his neck. Another heavy spurt of precum adding to the wet patch spreading across his lap. The fabric darkened further, the stain growing more visible with each passing second.

"I think this is exactly what you need," she continued, her gaze never leaving his face. "To stop fighting what your body wants. To let me take that control from you and guide you towards what you crave deep down."

Her fingers traced the edge of the steel cage on the table, the metal cool against her fingertips. She watched the way his eyes followed the movement, the way his thighs tensed beneath his pants.

"You've been honest with me about everything," she said softly. "Your attraction to dominant women. Your virginity. The way your body reacts when you see men denied and controlled. This device will help you embrace that instead of ignoring it."

"We'll start slow," she said, her voice calm and measured. "But I want you to understand what this means. Once it's locked on, you won't be able to get erections. You won't be able to touch yourself. Every twitch, every desperate urge will be mine to control during our sessions together."

She reached out and tapped the steel cage with one fingernail, the soft metallic sound filling the quiet room.

"Do you understand, David?" she asked, her eyes steady on his. "This is what I am recommending for you. It is entirely up to if you want to consent to the treatment."