Bent over the kitchen counter in a pretty little dress, fishnets hugging his thighs, and his chastity cage bouncing helplessly—he was mine to ruin. Dressed like the girl he’s become, smooth, tight, and dripping, he looked every bit the sissy slut I trained him to be. I pulled his skirt up, spread him open, and slid my thick strap deep inside while he whimpered into the wood. Every thrust made his cage jolt, precum spilling out as his body betrayed him. He moaned, arched, and clung to the chair while I took him harder, driving my cock into his ass until he could barely hold himself up. His dress rode higher, his stockings dug into his thighs, and the only thing he could do was take it while locked and aching. This is what permanent chastity does—it breaks them down, keeps them needy, and turns every hole into a toy for my pleasure. He leaked, he trembled, and he begged silently for a release he’ll never get. I left him ruined, dripping on the kitchen floor, knowing his cock will never know freedom again. Are you ready to watch me ruin a feminized sissy in chastity until she leaks all over the place?