Games with the Girls, Part 2

Hello patrons! A fan wrote a sequel to "Games with the Girls" and I just had to create a caption for his continuation. 😃

I also included the original (at the end). 

Enjoy!

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“Sounds like fun, I'd love to have her for myself,” I say greedily.

“Excellent. The game runs until sunset,” The man says. I reach out my hand and agree to his terms. He smiles wickedly.

I search the house top to bottom, the man following as I seek, but even with his occasional hints, I can't find the key, it's almost like it's moving. My searching gets more desperate as the sun gets lower. Finally, the sun dips below the horizon, and—as we agreed—the game is over.

In defeat, I return to him, knowing full well my time is up. I walk up to him, and begin to slowly strip off my clothing. My shirt goes over my head first, trailing my longish hair after it as it falls. Next, I drop my pants. I hope that if I can at least please my new master he'll be gentle with me. I stand there shaking in just my underwear. He gives me a look, and I know I must continue. I drop my boxers for the last time, my manhood hanging out in the free air, their final taste of freedom as I step toward him.

He smiles sweetly as he produces a steel cage, and fastens it onto my penis. “This one will do for now, it was Sonia's first. We'll get you properly pierced for a truly inescapable cage tomorrow. Now, report to the kitchen for your dinner and hormones. Then I'll introduce you to my other girls. I look forward to how you develop in my care.”

The Master's other girls all welcomed me when we were introduced. They soothed me that night as I trembled in bed, my world having changed so drastically over a game. I was his now property. The girls—my new sisters—warned me not to fight. “The Master always gets his way in the end,” Sonia said.

As promised, the next morning after breakfast I was pierced and fitted to a custom fit chastity cage. “I think I'll enjoy watching your new dangling bits flap around during our next game,” the Master mused.

After breakfast, one of my new sisters, Alexis, began my instruction in comportment; the Master promised punishment for anyone who doesn't carry themselves like the woman he shapes them into. After, Samantha brought me to be fitted for 'formal wear.' She explained, “Normally, the Master keeps us naked or in just our bras and panties, but on occasion he hosts parties or sometimes just at his own pleasure we're to be dressed as he desires.”

I was provided a set of heels to practice wearing, and fitted for a bra and panties. Next, my measurements were taken for whatever clothing the master would have fashioned for me. I was given a corset to sleep in until my waist was tucked in.

By the end of the day, I was exhausted and overwhelmed. I dutifully took my hormones at dinner, and retired early. The girls tight-laced my corset and tucked me into bed. Week by week and month by month, my masculinity drained away until I resembled a woman in every way but one.

These days, I still play Master’s games when he’s in the mood. None of us have ever found a key. Does it even exist? In a way, it doesn’t matter. Even if I found it, I’ll be locked in this feminine body for the rest of my life.