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.
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.
