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.
You couldn't believe your progress. All the working out, denial, teasing, it was all coming together. Tonight at the party, no one was going to recognize you, and the fact it was a party known to have a lot of nudity, you were in for a wild ride.
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
