Book 1: The Therapists Sissy Maid: Becoming Her Locked Sissy Maid: Part 3

David sat rigid on the leather couch, knees pressed tight together, hands clenched in his lap. The bulge in his pants was impossible to hide. Every breath made it twitch. His face burned hot enough to feel like it was glowing.

Alexandra watched him from her chair, the latex of her pants creaking softly as she crossed her legs again. The slow slide of one thigh over the other filled the quiet room with that slick, rubbery sound. She let her heel bob gently, the glossy black material catching the light. Her eyes stayed fixed on his face, on the way his throat worked when he swallowed.

"Why are you erect right now, David?" she asked, voice low and gentle.

He opened his mouth. Nothing came out at first. His lips moved, then closed again. A strangled sound escaped his throat. His eyes darted to her legs, to the way the latex stretched tight over her thighs, then snapped back to the floor. "I—I—" His voice cracked. "I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. I didn't mean—"

He shifted on the couch, the movement only making his erection press harder against his zipper. His hands fluttered uselessly over his lap, trying and failing to cover it. Sweat beaded at his hairline. His breathing came quick and shallow.

Alexandra didn't speak. She simply waited. She could feel the heat between her own thighs, the way her panties clung to her swelling folds. Watching him struggle sent a slow pulse of arousal through her.

David's shoulders hunched. His face was scarlet now, down to his collar. He couldn't meet her eyes. His fingers twisted together until the knuckles went white. The silence stretched until it felt like it might crush him.

"It's—it's you," he finally squeaked, the words barely audible. "I'm sorry. I'm really sorry."

Alexandra's breath hitched as David's confession hung in the air. Her thighs pressed together. Heat pulsed between her legs, her panties clinging wetly to her swollen pussy lips. She watched the way his face burned crimson, how his body trembled on the couch.

"It's okay, David," she said softly, her voice warm. "You did so well admitting that. I'm proud of you."

His cock jerked visibly in his pants at her words. The praise hit him like a physical blow, making his erection throb harder. His hands flew to cover his lap again, but it was useless—the bulge strained against his zipper, impossible to hide. His thoughts spiraled, a chaotic mess of shame and arousal. He couldn't form a single coherent idea, just fragments: her legs, the sound of the latex, her voice saying she was proud.

Alexandra uncrossed her legs slowly, then crossed them the other way. She could feel her clit swelling, her panties soaked through. Watching him squirm like this made her nipples tighten beneath the latex top.

"Thank you for being honest with me," she continued, her tone gentle and encouraging. "That's real progress. You've made such a big step today."

David's face was on fire. His cock twitched again, leaking pre-cum into his underwear. The praise only made it worse—his erection strained painfully now, and the knowledge that she could see it sent fresh waves of humiliation crashing through him.

He opened his mouth to apologize again, but nothing came out except a strangled whimper. His fingers dug into his thighs, knuckles white, as he tried desperately to will his cock down. It refused. Every word from her made it harder, made the shame burn hotter.

"I'm so proud of you," Alexandra repeated, leaning forward slightly. Her breasts pressed against the tight latex, the material creaking. "This is exactly how we make progress in these sessions."

David's breath came in short, panicked gasps. His cock throbbed relentlessly, the tip slick and sensitive. He couldn't look at her. Couldn't think. The embarrassment was overwhelming, and the more she praised him, the more his body betrayed him.

Alexandra watched David's cock twitch harder under his trousers with every word of praise. The way his face burned, the desperate way he tried to hide his erection—she could feel her panties clinging tighter with each passing second.

She stood slowly, her latex outfit creaking as she rose to her full height, towering over him. Her hands settled on her hips, fingers splayed across the glossy black material that hugged her curves. Her large breasts framed perfectly by the surrounding latex. She looked every inch the dominant woman he craved.

"The session is over for today, David," she said, her voice smooth and warm. "You did such a good job opening up to me. I'm really proud of you."

David's cock jerked visibly at the words. His breath hitched, a broken sound escaping his throat. He scrambled to his feet, snatching his jacket and clutching it desperately over his lap. The fabric barely covered the obvious bulge straining against his zipper. His face was scarlet, his eyes wide and unfocused as he tried to form words.

"Th-thank you," he stammered, voice cracking. "F-for... for everything. I... I mean... thank you."

Alexandra smiled, slow and knowing. She could see he was trying to hide his erection again, and the sight made fresh wetness seep into her panties. "See you next week, David. You should be so proud of what you accomplished here today."

He nodded frantically, backing toward the door. His legs felt unsteady. Every step sent a jolt through his aching cock. He fumbled with the handle, nearly dropping his jacket, then slipped out into the hallway. The door clicked shut behind him, leaving Alexandra alone with the scent of latex and her own arousal.

David's cock stayed painfully hard the whole walk back. Each step rubbed the soaked fabric against his shaft, spreading the wet patch wider while his mind looped through every moment with his therapist. His face stayed flushed, jacket pulled tight over his crotch as people passed him on the sidewalk. He kept his eyes down, terrified someone would notice the obvious bulge hidden by his jacket, or the desperate way he hurried along.

He fumbled his key into the lock and barely got the door closed before tearing at his clothes. Shoes hit the floor, pants dropped, shirt came off over his head. He was naked by the time he reached his bedroom.

His small cock stood straight up dripping. He dropped onto the bed, spread his legs, and grabbed his shaft with his right hand.

His fist moved fast from the first stroke. Alexandra's image filled his head—long blonde hair falling over her shoulders, black glasses framing her face, those perfect plump pink lips that had formed every word that seemed to turn him on.

The latex outfit replayed in vivid detail. That cutout at the top of her chest, her large breasts pushed up and framed by the tight black material. The way the pants clung to her thick ass and powerful thighs, creaking with every shift of her weight. Those long legs ending in sharp heels that clicked across the floor as she stood over him. Every memory made his cock leak more into his fist.

"Fuck... fuck..." The words came out broken. Her confidence had crushed him—she'd known he was a virgin from the questionnaire, known he craved a dominant confident woman. The praise she'd given him still rang in his ears, making his stomach clench with shame and need. When she'd pointed out his erection so calmly, so directly, praising his honesty while his cock throbbed harder in response, the embarrassment had only made him leak more.

His balls drew up tight. The image of her standing above him in that latex as she told him how proud she was—it pushed him over. His cock jerked hard and he came in thick ropes across his stomach and chest, whimpering her name while his hand kept stroking through every pulse. Even after the last spurt, his cock stayed half-hard in his grip, already twitching at the thought of what would happen a next week's therapy session.

Alexandra moved across the room with deliberate grace, the glossy black latex clinging to every curve of her body. Her hips swayed with each step, the material creaking softly. She reached her desk and poured herself a generous glass of red wine, the deep crimson liquid catching the light as it filled the crystal. Satisfied, she settled back into her leather chair, crossing her legs slowly so the latex stretched tight across her thighs.

She plucked a cigarette from the silver case on her desk and placed it between her perfect, plump lips. The filter rested against the soft pink flesh as she flicked her lighter, the flame briefly illuminating her face.

She inhaled deeply, her cheeks hollowing slightly as she drew the smoke into her lungs. Her lips formed a perfect seal around the white cylinder, the tip glowing orange as she held it there for a moment before exhaling a slow, deliberate stream of smoke.

A satisfied smile curved her lips as she took another drag, savoring the memory of David's desperate arousal. He was perfect—exactly what she had been searching for.

Petite, shy, nervous, completely obsessed with her body and confidence. The latex outfit had worked exactly as intended, stripping away his defenses layer by layer until she could see the trembling, eager submissive beneath.

She could still picture the way his cock had strained against his pants, the wet spot spreading as she praised him. The way he had stumbled out clutching his jacket like a shield.

She took another slow drag as smoke curled from her nostrils. David would be back next week. And it would be time to introduce the chastity cage.