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 always dreamed of a succubus materializing and then using you to her hearts delight, when one appeared you were ecstatic, however, that all changed when you realized she fed off your frustration and not the orgasms you thought you would have an endle
