I reach down to feel the bulge in my crotch. The cage is still there, the unforgiving plastic locking me away from self-pleasure. My balls are swollen, heavy with need, and my cock strains against its confines, desperate for touch. My key-holder is coming back from his month-long business trip today, and anticipation courses through me. I’m excited to please him, to be his little sissy again.

“I’ve got to get this place cleaned up before Daddy gets home,” I mutter, beginning my frantic cleaning ritual. “If there’s even a speck of dust anywhere, Daddy won’t let me suck his cock.” I put on my uniform in preparation for his return, a black French maid outfit with delicate white frills accentuating every edge. As I pass by the mirror, I pause to admire myself. “I’m so gorgeous,” I think, feeling the cage ever-present against my cock as I move around the house. The weight of it teases me with every step, a constant reminder of who controls my pleasure.

With the house looking spotless, I retreat to our playroom. “I have to start prepping for Daddy to play with me,” I say, grabbing a butt plug and some lube. “My boy pussy needs to be nice and stretched so he can enter easily.” I coat the plug with lube and slowly push it into my ass. The silicone fills me up, pressing deliciously against my prostate. I fuck myself with the plug, stretching my hole with each thrust. My cock presses harder against the cage, a desperate prisoner seeking escape. “I’m so excited to be his toy again,” I think, imagining what’s to come. Once satisfied that my hole is properly stretched, I reach for our largest plug. I slide it inside me, holding it in place as I pull my panties back on. I wait at the door; Daddy should be arriving any minute now.

I hear the lock turn and the door opens. It’s him, Daddy’s home. I smile toward him. “Welcome home, Sir. I hope your trip was pleasant.”

He looks at me, his eyes dark with desire, and gently touches my chin. “It was nice, but I’m much happier being here.” The words send a jolt of excitement straight to my groin. He grabs my hand. “Let’s go celebrate my homecoming,” he says, leading me back toward the playroom. My heart pounds with anticipation.

Once there, he gets close to me, his fingers tracing the outline of my cage. “I’m glad it’s still on. I didn’t expect you to try to take it off, but it makes me happy to feel it there.” His hand caresses my balls and locked cock, which immediately begins to throb with need. Only he can decide when I get to cum. “Turn around for me, let me see all that beautiful body,” he commands. I obey, giving him a little glimpse of the plug nestled in my ass. He stops me when he sees it. “You prepared. What a good boy.” I finish my spin as he begins unbuckling his belt. As his pants drop, I sink to my knees.

“May I suck your cock, Sir?” The words escape my lips as I move closer to him.

He puts a hand on my head, guiding me. “I was expecting you to.” Daddy pushes my face right into his crotch. His cock slides into my mouth, warm, salty, and perfect. He didn’t shower this morning, giving me the pleasure of tasting all of his natural flavor. As I suck, his cock grows harder, pushing its way further down my throat.

Our moans intertwine, creating a chorus of passion. “I’ve missed this,” I think as his cock slides in and out of my mouth. I take it as deep as I can, until it goes down my throat and I begin to gag.