Tied down, caged, and teased for hours. This was the reality of your weekends from now on, however your mistress made it clear the cage won't be coming off on the weekdays.
At first you just paid her to come over and tease you, then it turned to dressing you up, then to chastity, now she demands not to be paid but to get to peg you anytime you want her over. You never knew you'd like it, but after 5 weeks of being locked,
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.
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.
