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.
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.
