A flat cage

You are more amazed at how little you see. Other than a circular piece of stainless steel, the flat cage hid every part of your shaft. But looking up as they turn on the light, your girlfriend is more surprising than your sudden lack of cock. Somehow in the time you slept not only did she cage you, but shaved her head to a very boyish cut. She steps up to stand over you, posing a bit while shirtless other than some chest bindings, and only wearing boxer shorts with a noticeable bulge. “You like honey? I figured since I won our little bet, I might as well join in on the fun. So while you’ll celebrate locktober, I’ll be your boyfriend and sir.”

You gulped. You’d expressed your curiousness being girly, and Demonica had not only supported it in the past, but also told you of her gender fluidity and experimentation. That had led to your first night getting pegged, all while being called a good girl. This, though. Was taking it much farther.

Still, you loved your partner, wether girlfriend or boyfriend, and wanted to see just far they wanted to go. “Um… ok sir. May I ask your name?”

He chuckled. “I’ll be going by Demon. But that’ll be Master Damon to you.” He grabs his bulge with one hand, and the back of your hair with the other. “But slut, while I’m going to embrace my masc side this month, I won’t **** you to embrace any side without consent. So, do you want to spend the month as my boyfriend, being a cute little fag on my cock… or do you want to be my girlfriend, my cute lil slutty babydoll?”

You’d never really embraced your feminine side to this extent, especially outside the bedroom. You keep looking between your boyfriends blushed face and his barely restrained package, biting your lip as you decide.