Part 4 — The Cage

Madame A gave me three days to think.

On the third evening, I wrote to her: "I'm ready. I want to be locked. I want you to control my clitty."

She replied: "You will order a cage. A small one. Pink. With a lock. The kind that really compresses."

I ordered a small pink resin cage. It arrived five days later.

I took a hot shower, shaved closely, and put on my pink lingerie. I put the plug in as well.

I oiled my cock and balls. Putting the cage on was more difficult than I expected. My cock was already half hard.

When the ring finally went on and I heard the click of the lock, I felt dizzy.

I looked at my reflection in the mirror. My crotch was now just a small compressed pink package. You could barely see anything.

I sent the photo to Madame A without writing anything.

She replied: "Perfect. From now on, you will call me Mistress. You will no longer cum without my permission."

I spent the night with the cage on. I barely slept. With every movement, I felt the hard plastic against my skin. My cock tried to get hard several times. Each time, it pulled and I moaned in frustration.

The next morning, I went to work locked. The pink thong over it. The plug too. I walked differently.

At the 10 a.m. break, I went to the bathroom and took a photo of the cage through the thong. I sent a message to Mistress with just one word: "Locked."

That evening, she gave me a new task: go buy makeup and pink nail polish, and pay for them at the checkout.

I obeyed. The cashier looked at my hands for a second too long. I lowered my eyes.

That evening, I stayed on my knees in front of the mirror for a long time, wearing pink lingerie and the cage, gently touching myself between my legs without being able to get properly hard.

I came without touching myself. Just by clenching my ass around the plug and feeling the cage compressing me.