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 pain of the small cage and a plug that was 2 sizes bigger than you were used to was almost too much, but the pure pleasure you were feeling from the rush of arousal was enough to keep you going forward with your training.
She told you she wanted to try some of her new creations on you so you went to her house. First she gave you a wig to try on, then your mind got fuzzy and the next thing you knew you passed out. The next thing you remember is waking up naked, hearing a c
