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
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 bunny outfit was embarrassing enough, but the cage they forced you to wear at your new job for the "Protection of the female workers" felt like just too much. But as your manager keeps reminding you, you signed a one year contract and it is solid.
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.
