You're mistress knew all she ever had to do was talk about touching you and you would get hard and feel the endless frustration of the cage, however, on certain days she would take down your panties and rub herself against you cage. It was almost enough
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.
It never occurred to you that the reason your anal plug kept changing patterns was because your girlfriend was live streaming you all gagged and locked, and the audience was controlling it.
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
Signing up for a medical kink weekend was on your dream list. The chastity belt was a nice touch, but the full denial was starting to really get to you, you cant remember the last time you went longer than 12 hours without orgasming.
