It was love at first sight. At least for me. The lady from HR showed her around the office, a new member in the accounting group. She was about my age, impeccably dressed, in a red leather pencil skirt, a normal blazer in an exactly matching color, and then her high heels in the same red, spikes I should say, that she walked in as if they were comfy tennisshoes.



Her name was Dakota, as exotic as her looks, with long black hair, a slightly tanned face and lips perfectly painted in again that same red.

I don't think it was instant love from her for me, there were just too many drooling guys like me in the office. But she appreciated my compliment on her outfit, and that allowed me to setup a lunch date for later that week.



It turned out we liked the same food, so that was a good sign. She seemed interested in my own work as the team lead over two other engineers. I told her about a little seafood restaurant that was open for dinner only, and because she shared that taste as well, we were setup for a dinner date at Friday night.



I took a risk, wearing my leather pants, that dinner night. Either she'd think I was gay, or she thought it was a hit. And by the way she rubbed a few times against my legs, I think she approved.

The food was as excellent as I had predicted. But the overall combination had her asking me to go dancing afterwards. I drove and she guided, and soon we were at a very intimate nightclub.



I have to confess that I'm quite loose in the hips and that made this a wonderful experience. She was more than loose, she was fluid, and I had my hands on her for most of the time we were there. Likewise, her touch on my behind was pure sexiness, and even the leather of my pants couldn't hide my bulge.



She had said she never took a man home at a first date, but she was happy to make an exception. We actually walked to her place that was less than five minutes away, a beautiful house that she inherited when she lost her parents in a car accident. My eyes teared when she told the story, and she was the one to squeeze my hand to give me comfort. She kissed me on the mouth and told me not to worry, and in reply I pulled her into me and the innocent kiss became a hot battle of tongues with no losers.



Once inside, she sat on her knees and pulled my manhood free, and it was so erotic, I had no resistance against the blow job she gave me. When I came she swallowed it all, then cleaned me, as the expert she clearly was.



She excused herself so she could freshen up. I used the time to look around at the main room. It was cozy but I also saw some very expensive art. And one thing that I can't stand... dust.

I found a clean towel and attacked the dust, first from all the art pieces, then from the regular stuff. Suddenly I heard her voice. Now that's a sight to behold. Tell me you can cook, and I marry you right away!



While turning around I told her I could cook indeed, then I saw her standing with a smile on her face and she took my breath away. A nighty clung to her body and it very much looked like a thin smooth leather. Talking about marriage and looking so perfect got me quickly hard again. Oh, she said as her smile disappeared, that may make things even harder. There's something you should know, and she lifted up the thin fabric. Again I lost my breath, this time from shock. Where her pussy should be, a cage held what could only be a dick.



She saw my confusion and tried to explain. I'm a transgender woman. Pre-op obviously. Our date went so well, I figured it's only fair you find out before we get more involved. Eventually I'll be a full woman but until then I have this one piece of inconvenience. If you want to walk out on me right now, I'll understand. I just ask you not to share this private bit in the office.



I looked at the inconvenience part. It was a metal cage and it looked like her dick was strained inside it, like it tried to burst out, as I felt my own only seconds before. You're attracted to me, I concluded. She laughed, yes, as you can see it's not easy to hide. So far you've checked every box I look for in a man. If you can accept this, and she waved her fingers along her manhood, then there's not many boxes left. In about half a year a surgery will turn this into a pussy. Can you handle that?



I was intrigued now. I had no idea that was even possible. But she was something special, and this added an extra dimension that I've never experienced. What would sex be like? I could feel myself go hard again, and although I wondered where that came from, it also gave me my answer.



Listen, I said, I have no idea if I can handle it. But I wouldn't mind trying. Will you help me understand? I may make stupid mistakes.

That's not a bad answer, she said, trying is all I can ask for. So happy you didn't walk out on me, I had so much fun tonight.

I nodded. It was the same for me. And more importantly, I had felt so relaxed with her, everything had gone so natural. Even looking at her caged up dick didn't bother me, it almost looked pretty. Except...



Could I see it out of the cage? I asked her. Now she nodded. I can even do better than that. And she handed me a small key. Go ahead, let it out.

Now I sat down on my knees, in front of her. Looking at the cage I figured out quickly what held it together, and there was indeed a little hole in a metal tube. I pushed the key in the hole, and it clicked, and then I could turn it backwards. Counter clock wise, we engineers say, I chuckled to myself.



The lock opened, allowing the cage to come off, and then I could remove the ring that was around her scrotum. Her manhood sprang to attention, obviously aroused. It was pink and not one hair on it, nor on the ball sack, it seemed so female. But it got bigger, and it looked more than what I had myself, I have to confess. With a little drop hanging from the tip. And before I could stop myself, as it was so close, my tongue came out and I licked it.



An immediate moan was my reward, followed by an instant grow spurt, which pushed the tip now between my lips. The funny thing? It tasted female. I had the tip of a dick in my mouth, but never did I think it was male, making this a gay act. But she reacted and pushed it deeper into my mouth. Pulling away crossed my mind for a second. Then I remembered the blow job I had received only minutes before. Her nighty fell down over my head, as she grabbed me by the shoulders, and the leather smell added an extra stimulus.



So I sucked and smelled and tasted and it was erotic. She didn't take long and I wondered how long she'd been locked up. I could feel her orgasm build up, and I tried to pull away. But her nighty covering all of my head kept my face close to her body, and my mouth took her full load. Was it bad? No. Was it good? Not particularly either. A bit slimy, like sharkfin soup, with a bit of salty taste. I swallowed it, like how I would have swallowed the soup, glad that it was gone.



She shrunk rapidly now and soon pulled from my mouth. Would you mind putting the cage back on, she whispered, or it won't fit anymore. It took me a bit to put the pieces back in reversed order, but when it locked I gave it a little kiss, and pulled her nighty back over it. Getting up to give her key back, I saw tears in her eyes.



Are you okay, I asked. Yes, she answered, you have no idea how sweet that was, your little kiss. It tells me you truly don't mind, and that is a first for me.

No, she continued as she waved away the key, I want you to keep it. I think we'll be seeing each other a lot from now on, and I want you to determine if you want this to be part of the fun, or not.



Now talk about firsts, this was definitely a first for me, and I had no clue how to handle the situation. I figured simply asking was the best way. Listen, I started, this is all new to me. You say you were attracted to me. She nodded, yes, and now even more. Okay, I continued, but that inconvenient part on you reacts to the attraction. It must hurt. She nodded again, it's a painful pressure, that's what the cage is all about, to stop manly desire.



But your desire for me is totally female. How come your one manly piece reacts to me?

Tears shot in her eyes again. I worried I had said something wrong. But she explained. I started my journey to womanhood many years ago. I won't deny I had a few surgeries, but the biggest part of what you see of my body is caused by hormones. Female hormones. Everything seemed to work as it should, my skin got softer, my body developed some curves, I started growing breasts and my mind adapted as well. But one thing didn't change. The expectation was that my manhood would shrink slowly. But it didn't. The doctors have tried numerous things, mainly stronger hormones, but the chastity was part of it as well. As my body grew more perfect, my manhood remained the same. Now mind you, my mind is as female as can be, so I'm sexually interested in men, but when I get aroused, my manhood gets aroused. I wish it didn't, I wish it gone, I pray that in six months it's over.



What do you mean? Didn't you just say the surgery is already scheduled?

It is yes, she replied, but there is a chance they postpone it, until my development is more in line with normal transgender progression. Why can't they understand I simply want to be a complete woman?



I felt for her, is the mind not more important than the body? Why punish her? I took her in my arms and she melted to my touch. If you want me, I'll help you, I whispered to her. She pushed her face into my chest, and weeped.



It took a few minutes, but my touch, my words, settled her back. Thanks, she said finally, I've never been able to share this with anyone. A thought came to my mind to get her over this hump, although I wasn't sure what came over me. I have an idea, I told her, if you want me to hold the key to your cage, essentially controlling your relief, why don't I give you the same control over me?



She looked me in the face now, her tears gone. You mean, you'd lock up your dick, and give me the key?

I shook my head. I want you to lock up my dick, and keep the key. You determine when it comes out. Maybe we barter and we let each other out. But after that, back to the cage. You wouldn't happen to have another one, would you?



I didn't expect it then and there. But she had prepared for her own need for smaller cages throughout her transition, and never had a chance yet to use them. And when my dick was deflated, it fit in a cage two sizes smaller than her own. And the key was hanging on a necklace between her breasts, as I kept her key in my phone case.

We were officially now a couple. Exclusively.



We kissed goodbye, and for the first time I experienced the discomfort she'd been going through a few times already. But it was shared now and it turned it into a naughty secret. Text me when you get home, she said with a smile.



So yeah, for me it was love at first sight, but now it was real love. And I knew it was both ways. I had butterflies in my stomach, and seeing her texts, she had them too. We went out again on Saturday, ending up now at my place, tiny compared to her home. But she noticed how clean everything was, and I explained I was allergic to dust. She confessed she had a maid come in once a week, but because the house was so big, it took four weeks and two hundred dollar before a room was cleaned again. I suggested she better give that money to me and I'd make sure each of her rooms is clean at all times. But I would have to be there three times per week. We both enjoyed the thought of that.



We slept together that night for the first time. We let each other free and each got a blow job. Knowing what was coming made it more enjoyable. She explained there were other possibilities, like going anal, but I was definitely not ready for that, either giving or receiving. She was fine with that, just sleeping together was a blessing. It's funny how well our bodies fit together, and getting to know each other's was rewarding.



We spent the whole Sunday together at her place. We decided it had more possibilities than my small place. Plus I wanted to get some cleaning in, so I brought some of my own gear. I also brought my work clothes for the next day as she lived so much closer to the office. And on the way we did some groceries so that I could make lasagna for dinner.



I recognized her needs were greater than mine, so I let her out for a quick release, but holding off on my own. She needed to work on her taxes, so I decided to start the cleaning. For me it's like therapy to charge my body battery, while helping to reduce my sensitivity for dust.



When we both took a break she told me how much she appreciated me doing the cleaning, and jokingly she said how she still had a maid's uniform somewhere from a past Halloween. Since I appreciate a good joke, I called her out on it, but she managed to find it, so I couldn't back out. It was made out of latex, which I've never worn before, but when I put on the panties, I could feel my dick strain in the cage. The dress was a one-piece, with built-in breast forms as she didn't have her own at the time, and a small petticoat to give the skirt some volume, while the waist had laces to narrow it down.



There were some long gloves in the same black latex and I figured that would actually come in handy. She put the wig that came with it on my head and then she convinced me to add some light makeup that she expertly applied. Then finally there were the heels that fit like they were made for me, although I struggled walking in them. It triggered a whole new appreciation for how easily she walked in much higher ones.



Finally she took me to a full length mirror and once again my breathing stopped. I looked like a woman, there was no denying, and I was sexy as hell. The strain on my cage increased right away, and she noticed my discomfort. Ten minutes later that was taken care of, and I was back to cleaning.