Lilith didn’t let me utter a single word the entire way back. The bottle of warm, soothing milk had long been empty, but my Mistress didn’t remove the nipple from my mouth. She held the bottle with a firm hand, forcing me to suck on the empty pstic, which effectively silenced me and reduced me to the role of a helpless infant.

  Every attempt I made to even squeeze out a sound was met with a warning fsh in her golden eyes, so I y there submissively with my head on her thighs, tasting the rubbery nipple and feeling my jaw go numb.

  When the carriage finally came to a halt in the castle courtyard, Lilith withdrew the bottle with a slow, almost zy motion. I felt dazed, my face still damp from recent tears and my lips involuntarily forming an "O" shape after the prolonged sucking.

  Elene was already there. She stood by the open carriage door with her impeccable, professional expression, ready to take over my leash. Her cold gaze settled on my pink dress and tear-streaked eyes, but she offered no comment, merely nodding to the Queen.

  Lilith stepped out of the carriage with a grace that took my breath away, then turned back toward me.

  “Elene, take him inside,” she said curtly, adjusting the cuffs of her outfit. Then she looked straight into my eyes, and that dangerous, dominant smile - the one that always heralded trouble - bloomed on her lips. “And you, kitten, go straight to your chambers. Take those clothes off immediately and change into your lovely pink maid uniform.”

  I swallowed hard, feeling the blood rush to my cheeks. The maid outfit was far more revealing and humiliating than the childish dress I was wearing now.

  “Don’t dawdle,” Lilith added, narrowing her eyes. “I’ll be joining you in your room shortly. Do you remember what you promised on the way to the auction? I intend to see if you’re truly as good and obedient a pet as you cimed to be.”

  Before I could respond, Elene gave a light tug on the leash, signaling me to follow. I walked unsteadily in my white stilettos, feeling Lilith’s burning gaze on my back. I knew one thing for certain - the silence in the carriage had been nothing more than a momentary reprieve.

  ***

  I stood in the middle of the room, adjusting the st frill of my pink maid outfit. The colr chafed slightly, and the garter belt was fastened so tightly I could feel every twitch of my muscles. That was when I heard the sound of the door opening.

  Lilith walked in. She looked breathtaking, yet terrifying. She was wearing a blood-red shirt that perfectly accentuated her curves and skin-tight bck tex pants that shimmered under the mps, hugging her thighs like a second skin. A seductive, almost predatory smile was etched onto her face.

  I knew this boded no good. However, my Css - all those passive submission skills - began to kick in with double the intensity. Despite the fear, I felt a shiver of excitement.

  What has she dreamed up? “Kitten...” she began, her voice low and purring. “Take off those pretty pink panties of yours. I want to see how sweet your cage looks in this outfit.”

  I felt the blood hammer against my cheeks. Make up your mind, you sadistic woman! I screamed internally. First you make me get into this complicated costume, and now, a minute ter, you’re telling me to take it off? Do you have any idea how long it takes to fasten all these hooks? Despite those rebellious thoughts, my body reacted on its own. My hands, trembling slightly, traveled to the waistband of the ce panties.

  Despite the internal storm, my body offered no resistance. My hands, shaking almost imperceptibly, moved toward my hips. I gripped the delicate pink ce and, with a slow, humiliating motion, began to slide the panties down. I felt the fabric glide over my thighs until it finally fell to my knees, hobbling my legs slightly.

  But that wasn't the end. I knew what she expected of me.

  I gripped the hems of my short, puffy skirt with both hands and slowly lifted it. My heart was pounding so hard now I could hear it in my ears. I jerked my head to the side, squeezing my eyes shut. I didn’t want to see her triumphant gaze; I didn’t want to look at the vibrant pink metal of my restraint, now fully exposed beneath the yers of ruffles.

  I stood there, bared in the most humiliating way possible, with my skirt hiked high and my panties down at my knees.

  Dammit... fshed through my mind as I felt the chill of the air on my skin. Now I truly feel like a real girl. Standing here, on dispy, waiting for my Mistress’s verdict. The silence in the room stretched a few seconds too long, broken only by my ragged breathing and that cursed squeak of her tex outfit as Lilith slowly drew closer.

  “Good girl~” Lilith murmured, her voice vibrating with low, predatory satisfaction. “I see your little clit is still locked away exactly as it should be.”

  She began to trail her fingertips over the edges of my vibrant pink cage with a slow, almost tender motion. The contrast between her cool skin and the metal, heated by my own desire, was nearly unbearable.

  Suddenly, I felt her hand begin to glow with a faint, purple light.

  In a split second, a current so powerful surged through my body that I arched back. I let out a piercingly loud moan, the sound echoing off the walls and wounding what little remained of my pride.

  My member reacted instantly and brutally - it smmed against the walls of the cage with such force that for a moment I was certain the metal would simply snap, or worse, tear through my skin. Pain mingled with a maddening wave of pleasure, creating a cocktail that paralyzed my senses.

  Lilith, seeing my reaction, smiled broadly, almost sadistically. Her hands slid lower, beginning to slowly massage my inner thighs, right at the edge of my stockings. My skin, now unnaturally sensitive to her every touch, burned beneath her fingers.

  “Mistress~!” I choked out through grit teeth, and a thread of saliva began to escape the corner of my mouth again, completely beyond my control.

  “Frustrating, darling?” she asked, leaning over me so closely I could smell her perfume mixed with the scent of tex. “Do you want me to pet your clit?”

  She tapped her finger against the tip of my cage, triggering another wave of spasms.

  “But you know... naughty little girls like you don’t get to come out of their cages,” she added pyfully, then without warning, delivered a stinging smack right to my exposed buttock.

  I felt my whole body jump from the impact. The sting on my skin was nothing compared to what was happening inside the restraint.

  “I’ll be good, Mistress! I promise!” I squeaked, nearly losing touch with reality.

  My breath became ragged and short, like a drowning man desperately trying to catch a gulp of air. The gargantuan desire, amplified by Lilith’s magic, was tearing me apart from the inside. In that single moment, I would have given anything - my freedom, my dignity, even my soul - just to be rid of this damn pink cage. This feeling of helplessness combined with physical torture was simply killing me, making that square centimeter of metal the only world that existed.

  The silence that fell over the room was almost palpable. I heard only my own wheezing breath and the loud thud of my heart, which seemed to fill the entire space. Lilith stood over me, her aura towering, her golden eyes glowing in the gloom like a predator preparing for the final pounce.

  “Close your eyes, kitten,” she commanded, and her voice left no room for defiance.

  I squeezed my eyelids shut so hard that colorful spots began to dance before my eyes. The darkness only sharpened my other senses. I heard the distinctive, squeaky rustle of tex as Lilith pulled down her tight pants. Then came a sound I couldn't identify - the soft click of a buckle, the stretching of leather straps, and the soft sound of fabric. My imagination went into overdrive, Conjuring images that made my pink cage feel even tighter.

  “You can open your eyes now.”

  I pried my eyelids open, blinking rapidly. Lilith stood before me, naked from the waist down, keeping only her red shirt on. My gaze immediately dropped lower, and I froze. Fastened between her hips by an intricate bck harness was a new, pink "attachment."

  My eyes widened to their limit. I stared at the shimmering, artificial member, whose color perfectly matched my cage and my dress. It wasn't monstrously rge - maybe about 12 centimeters - but in this moment, it seemed like the most powerful weapon in the entire demon kingdom.

  I felt a rush of heat flood my face, followed by a stifling, paralyzing wave of shame. Involuntarily, I compared that pink tool to my own "tiny thing," imprisoned and stifled within its metal restraint. I felt so small next to it, so insignificant, and so... completely defenseless.

  Pink... fshed through my mind with bitter irony. Even this has to fit her vision of who I am. The sight of Lilith with this attribute of power made the st of my resistance evaporate. It became clear that this wouldn't be a normal punishment. This was a total reversal of roles, the ultimate proof of who in this room was the master and who had been reduced to an obedient toy.

  Lilith took a step forward, and the pink tip of the artificial member nearly touched my exposed cage.

  “Do you like it, darling?” she asked, her smile becoming terrifyingly sweet. “Since you wanted ‘relief’ so badly, I thought I’d take over the role of the one giving pleasure today...”