The next morning, I woke up exactly where I had fallen asleep: curled up on the floor at the foot of Amber's bed, my cage pressing against the tile, my balls aching with need.
The second I opened my eyes, I saw the task list sitting on the floor beside me. Pink cover. Perfectly centered. A pen tucked inside.
I picked it up and flipped to today's page.Day Two.Every task unchecked.
I stood, still naked except for the tiny pink cage that barely contained me. The pressure had gotten worse overnight. It wasn't just uncomfortable anymore. It was constant, throbbing, and psychological. I could feel my cock trying to grow, but it was only rewarded with resistance and pain.
Amber was still asleep.
Quietly, I tiptoed to the vanity. Everything was already laid out. Pink clips. Eyeliner. Blush. The same card with my mantra.
I sat down, clipped back my hair, and looked into the mirror. My face was flushed and tired, my eyes glassy from lack of release.
I read the mantra aloud.
"I am Mistress Amber's property.I am a hole with no rights.I live to be used.I live to be humiliated.My cock is unnecessary."
I traced the blush over my cheeks, added a little gloss to my lips, and darkened the edges of my lashes with the pencil. I looked like a cartoonish parody of a submissive slut. I looked exactly the way Amber wanted me to look.
I checked off my first task: Morning makeup & mantra.
The next task was plug insertion. I walked over to the drawer beside the bed. Amber had labeled them.Beginner, Training, Stretch, Full.The one marked for today had a note on it:Stretch. You're behind. Fix that.
I lubed it up, squatted, and slid it in slowly. The stretch was deeper than I was used to. My knees wobbled. But I got it in, then stood with my thighs shaking.
Task two: checked.
The rest of the day blurred together. Chores. Training. More edging. No release. Amber watched closely. Every time I struggled, she reminded me:
"Shrink it. Feel it fading. That cock doesn't serve you anymore."
That night, she unlocked the cage. Not to let me touch myself. Just to swap it for a new one.
Smaller.
The tip of my cock barely peeked out.
Amber took a picture. "We'll make this a weekly thing. Call it: Cage Check."
When I was locked back in, the cage pressed my cock so tightly that I felt like I couldn't even leak anymore. But the ache in my balls was constant. Heavy. Dragging me deeper into what I was becoming.
Amber kissed my forehead as I knelt.
"Keep going, SISSY. Soon, it won't be a cage. It'll just be where you belong."