The hard plastic cage covering your privates didn't let any sense of feeling through, but for some reason you tried to still tug on it even if you knew it was a hopeless endeavor.
All dressed up and at the party, only you were aware of the cage you had locked onto your self earlier that night, that was until someone said to follow them to the balcony. Once there they demanded you show them what was making the jingling noise, now t
You never thought you would find a girlfriend, so when the first girl took an interest in you came along you agreed to do anything for her. Now you are seeing what she really meant by anything.
These days the girly looks and the cage were just part of the normal attire your mistress expected of you, however the leaking in the cage that was constant, was punishable by a whip, cane, or longer sentence. It all depended on her mood.
You made a bet with another girl over who could stay locked the longest, loser gets photos of them in their belt released in the college forums boards. The first month was fine, the second month was hell, but the 3rd year? Even using the bathroom was eno
