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'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.
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
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.
Its been 3 weeks since you got locked, you are not allowed any stimulation of your little clitty at all. This is what you have to resort to for orgasms now.
