Sissy's New Life

Chapter Three: The Dungeon of Devotion

The transformation of their spare room into a dungeon had been a project Lanya had dreamt about for months. She had meticulously researched the best equipment and decor, ensuring the space would be both functional and aesthetically pleasing. This room would become the heart of their dynamic, a place where Mitch could fully embrace his role as Lanya's sissy girl and submissive.

Mitch watched with a mixture of trepidation and excitement as the room took shape. Lanya had painted the walls a deep, rich burgundy, and installed heavy, soundproof curtains to ensure their privacy. The furniture was custom-made for their needs: a St. Andrew's cross, a spanking bench, a suspension frame, and an assortment of shelves and cabinets to store their ever-growing collection of toys and equipment.

One of the more significant additions to the dungeon was a large metal animal cage, designed to be both secure and uncomfortable, yet not without a strange allure for Mitch. The cage, with its thick bars and sturdy lock, was positioned in one corner of the room, ready to become Mitch's new sleeping quarters.

The night Lanya deemed the dungeon ready for its debut was filled with a palpable sense of anticipation. She led Mitch into the room, her eyes alight with excitement. "Welcome to your new home," she announced, gesturing grandly.

Mitch's eyes roamed over the room, taking in every detail. His heart pounded in his chest as he realised the extent of Lanya's vision. The dungeon was both intimidating and thrilling, a testament to her dedication and creativity.

Lanya walked over to the cage, opening the door with a flourish. "This," she said, "is where you'll sleep from now on, my sweet sissy. When you're in here, you'll be safe, secure, and completely at my mercy."

Mitch felt a shiver of both fear and excitement run down his spine. The cage represented a new level of submission, one that he was both eager and anxious to embrace. "Yes, Mistress," he replied, his voice steady but filled with emotion.

Lanya smiled, her expression softening. "But first, let's get you dressed appropriately." She reached into a nearby drawer and pulled out a delicate, pink satin nightgown adorned with lace and ribbons. It was undeniably feminine and utterly humiliating for Mitch, which made it perfect.

"Strip," Lanya commanded, and Mitch obeyed without hesitation. Once he was naked, she handed him the nightgown. "Put this on," she instructed, watching as he carefully slipped into the garment. The silky fabric felt cool against his skin, a stark contrast to the warmth of his arousal and nervousness.

With Mitch now dressed to her satisfaction, Lanya led him to the centre of the room. "Kneel," she ordered, and he sank to his knees, his eyes fixed on hers. She took her time securing his wrists in a pair of leather cuffs, attaching them to the rings embedded in the floor. His ankles were similarly restrained, leaving him immobile and completely at her mercy.

Lanya walked slowly around him, her fingers lightly tracing over his exposed skin. "You look so beautiful, my sissy," she murmured, her voice filled with a mix of affection and authority. "So vulnerable and perfect."

Mitch's heart swelled with pride and submission. He felt truly seen and valued, despite—or perhaps because of—his helplessness. "Thank you, Mistress," he whispered, his voice trembling with emotion.

Satisfied with his response, Lanya began to tease him, running a feather over his skin, stopping to press the vibrator against his locked chastity device. The combination of sensations was almost unbearable, pushing Mitch to the brink of ecstasy without allowing him release.

After what felt like an eternity, Lanya finally released him from his restraints. "It's time for bed," she announced, guiding him over to the cage. She opened the door and helped him crawl inside, ensuring he was comfortable before locking the door with a click that echoed through the room.