Three days passed since Saturday. Mistress didn't assign anything. No tasks. No messages. Just silence. It was worse than pain. Worse than the stretch. Nick's body felt empty. Loose. Wrecked. His hole twitched at random. His caged clit never softened—it just throbbed in silence, trapped and aching. The stretch from Saturday hadn't gone away. He could still feel the shape of the toy inside him. Every time he sat down, every time he shifted in bed, he imagined it—pressing back in, ribbed and thick, stretching him open until his eyes rolled. He kept the toys out, lined up, clean. But Mistress hadn't given permission. And without her voice, he couldn't move. Couldn't cum. Couldn't think. He tried ignoring the cage. He tried distracting himself. But it didn't matter. The ache was constant. The tension built until even breathing felt like punishment. He was in the shower when it finally broke. His hand grazed the cage, accidentally, and the jolt that shot through his body made him collapse to his knees. He gasped. Moaned. Whispered, "Please…" to no one. Then louder: "Mistress." The cage pulsed. He slapped his palm against the tile wall. "Please, Mistress, I need it. I need to cum. I'll do anything." He meant it. Every word. His voice cracked. His body shook. "I'll do whatever you want. I'll wear whatever you say. Go where you say. Just… please…" He didn't expect a response. But the app buzzed the second the water turned off. One new message. Audio. He opened it. Her voice. Calm. Controlled. Cruel. "You'll do anything?" His breath hitched. "Yes, Mistress," he whispered. The voice message continued. "Say it. Look at yourself and say it out loud. Tell me what you are. Tell me what you'll do for your release." Nick crawled to the mirror. Nude. Dripping. Locked. Marked. He saw everything—his caged clit, his tattooed thighs, the words SISSY SLUT on his back. He choked on his own shame. Then said, "I'm your pathetic little clit. I'll do anything. Anything. Please…" The screen stayed dark. No reward. No unlock. No command. Just one final message: "Good. Let's see how deep that promise goes."
