It's been 25 days of being locked up, at the start you swore you'd never suck dick, but a strap on doesn't count, right? Now that its the only way to earn release, you hope it still works.
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.
Always wondering what it would be like to be a woman, you didn't believe what the packaging on the dildo said, but you decided to try anyway, after all, what harm would it cause?
