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.
She dressed you up in her old uniform and took your photo. You looked different enough, but people who knew you would know it was you. She then used these photos as leverage to get you to do more and more humiliating things until finally she locked you i
You never thought you would find a girlfriend, so when the first girl took an interest in you came along you agreed to do anything for her. Now you are seeing what she really meant by anything.
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
