Book 1: The Therapists Sissy Maid: Becoming Her Locked Sissy Maid: Part 4

David's sneakers scraped the pavement with each hurried step. His cock was already stiffening in his jeans, the fabric growing tight around the swelling shaft as his mind raced toward the upcoming session.

He tried focusing on the cracks in the sidewalk, the passing cars, anything except the way his pulse hammered in his throat. But every thought circled back to Alexandra—her latex outfit creaking when she crossed her legs, the way her breasts were framed by the glossy material, the soft praise that made his cock twitch harder each time.

He had nearly cancelled three times that morning. The memory of sitting rigid on her couch, erection obvious and throbbing while she watched him with that knowing smile, still burned in his cheeks. Yet he couldn't stay away.

She occupied every waking thought, every restless night. His hand had been on his phone ready to call and cancel, but instead he'd found himself walking toward her office again, cock already half-hard before he even left his apartment.

The lobby was empty when he pushed through the glass doors. He sank onto the leather chair, jacket draped across his lap to hide the growing bulge. His face burned crimson. I can't get hard this time, he told himself. It can't happen again. It's too embarrassing.

He forced slow breaths through his nose, counting backwards from one hundred, trying to picture anything—baseball stats, traffic patterns, the weather forecast. Gradually the pressure in his jeans eased. His shoulders relaxed. The erection softened.

Then the sharp click of heels echoed from the hallway.

David's cock surged back to full hardness instantly, straining against his zipper. The jacket shifted over his lap as his shaft throbbed, the tip already leaking and soaking into his underwear. His breath caught. He pressed his thighs together, face flooding with heat as he heard her approaching.

The sharp click of heels echoed through the empty lobby. David’s head snapped up just as Alexandra stepped into view, and his cock gave a throb that sent a fresh bead of precum soaking into his underwear.

Her appearance hit him like a physical blow. Black knee-high leather boots with silver side clasps gleamed under the fluorescent lights, the polished leather creaking softly with each step.

The glossy black latex outfit clung to her like a second skin, leaving only her head and the majority of her breasts exposed, the heavy globes framed perfectly by the surrounding material.

An imposing black leather corset cinched her waist into an exaggerated hourglass, pushing her breasts forward while emphasizing her wide hips and thick, juicy thighs that strained against the latex with every movement.

Her ass looked impossibly full—round, heavy cheeks that flexed and jiggled hypnotically as she walked. Long, sharp black nails caught the light as she rested one hand on her hip. Her straight blonde hair was pulled into a tight ponytail, and her black square glasses framed her face with cool authority. Dark red lips curved into a knowing smile.

David’s heart rate exploded. His pulse hammered in his ears as blood rushed south, his cock hardening instantly inside his pants. The head swelled and throbbed, another pulse of precum leaking out to soak through his underwear.

Heat flooded his face, a deep flush spreading from his cheeks down his neck. He clutched his jacket tighter over his lap, mortified that he was erect again—hard and leaking just from seeing her. His breathing grew shallow, his body betraying him completely.

From Alexandra’s perspective, the scene was exactly as she’d hoped. David sat rigid on the leather couch, his eyes wide and glassy as they drank her in.

She watched his gaze travel over her latex-clad body, lingering on her exposed breasts before dropping lower to her corseted waist and the sway of her hips.

His face was flushed crimson, mouth slightly parted, and she could see the desperate way he pressed his jacket down over his obvious erection. The bulge beneath the fabric twitched visibly as she approached.

She noted how his hands trembled, how his thighs pressed together in a futile attempt to hide his arousal. His eyes kept darting between her face and her body, unable to settle, completely transfixed.

"Hello, David," she said, voice smooth and warm. Her eyes flicked down to the jacket draped across his lap, lingering on the obvious bulge beneath it. A small, satisfied smile tugged at her glossy lips.

David’s face burned hotter. He felt another pulse of precum leak from his cock, the wet spot spreading against his underwear. His heart pounded so hard he was sure she could hear it. The shame of being hard again—erect and dripping just from the sight of her—made his cock throb painfully against his zipper.

"Come along. We have much to discuss" Alexandra said, turning on her heel. The movement made her thick ass sway hypnotically, the latex stretching tight over each rounded cheek. David scrambled to his feet, nearly tripping over the couch leg.

His jacket stayed clutched in front of his crotch as he stumbled after her, eyes locked on the way her ass bounced and flexed with every step. His heart continued racing, his face still flushed with embarrassment and desperate arousal as he followed her down the hallway, unable to tear his gaze away from the hypnotic roll of her ass.

The click of Alexandra's boots echoed sharply as she led David into her office. She moved with unhurried confidence, hips rolling, the glossy black latex stretching tight over the full curve of her ass with every step.

Inside the room, she crossed to her chair, the heels striking the floor in a steady rhythm that made David's pulse hammer harder. She lowered herself into the seat, crossing one leg over the other, the leather corset creaking softly as it compressed her waist.

With deliberate grace she picked up the clipboard and pen from the side table, her long black nails tapping once against the metal clip before she looked up at him.

David stood frozen just inside the doorway, jacket clutched desperately over his crotch. His face burned crimson, the flush spreading down his neck as shame twisted in his gut. He hated how this kept happening—how just seeing her again had his cock swelling and leaking, the wet patch in his underwear growing with every heartbeat.

He sat quickly, pressing the jacket tighter over the obvious bulge, thighs squeezed together, eyes darting anywhere but her face.

Alexandra's lips curved into a warm, knowing smile. "David," she said, voice smooth and approving, "I'm so glad you came back for your second session. It takes real courage and strength to return, especially when you know how difficult these appointments can be for you. I'm genuinely proud of you for showing up today."

The praise hit him like a physical touch. His cock jerked hard beneath the jacket, another pulse of precum soaking into the fabric. Heat flooded his face hotter than before. He shifted in the chair, the movement making the soaked material drag across his sensitive head, and a broken sound escaped his throat.

"I—th-thank you," he stammered, voice cracking. "I… I didn't think… I mean… it's… it's hard…" The words tangled, his blush deepening as his erection throbbed visibly under the thin cover of his jacket.

Alexandra watched every reaction with quiet satisfaction—the way his hands trembled, the desperate press of fabric over his straining cock, the glassy look in his eyes. She could feel her own panties growing damp as she observed how her approval affected him.

"That's exactly why I'm proud," she continued gently. "Facing this takes strength. You're doing so well already."

David's cock twitched again at the words, the praise making him leak more. He bit his lip, mortified, unable to meet her gaze.

"Now," Alexandra said, her tone still kind but firm, "remove your jacket so we can continue making progress, David."

His entire body went rigid. The command sent a fresh wave of shame and arousal crashing through him. Slowly, reluctantly, he peeled the jacket away from his lap, revealing the prominent bulge straining against his trousers.

The wet spot at the tip was clearly visible on the fabric of his trousers. His face flamed scarlet, eyes squeezed shut for a moment as embarrassment flooded him, the exposure making his cock throb harder under her steady gaze.

Alexandra's crimson lips curved into a slow, knowing smile as she settled deeper into her chair, the leather corset creaking softly around her waist. "Let's begin," she said, her voice smooth and warm. “There are a few things I want to lock on to during today’s session."

Her thoughts drifted to the flat steel chastity cage tucked away in the bottom drawer of her desk, the cold metal waiting patiently for the moment she would finally present it to him.

She could already picture how his face would burn when she showed it to him, how his cock would throb helplessly at the sight of his future confinement. The thought made her shift in her seat, latex pants creaking as she crossed her legs again, her eyes never leaving his flushed, embarrassed expression.