Connor, Connor, Connor....

"...Connor, Connor, Connor?" What sounds like your mothers voice echoes in your ear as a hand gently rocks you from side-to-side in your bed.

"Huh, Mom? What are you doing at my office?" You murmur in confusion.

"It's time to wake up now Honey. You slept through your alarm." Your stepmother tells you, wafting a mug of coffee under your nose before retracting it.

"What!" The scent of coffee does it's job and you bolt upright in realization, looking over at your clock and noting the time. "Oh, shit. Miss Preston's going to kill me if I'm late!" You jump out of bed with urgency.

Kendra stands over your bed next to a pile of your own clothing.

"It's okay, I've picked you out a set of clothes from your wardrobe and made you a coffee if you want it. You should still be able to make it on time if you hurry." Kendra hands you the pile of clothing.

"Oh-my-god, I love you so much right now! Thanks Mom." You squeeze your stepmother's hand appreciatively.

"Just right now, huh?" Kendra teases good-naturedly before something catches her eye.

"Erm, Honey? You um, have a bit of a situation going on down there." Kendra blushes and looks away while gesturing at your nether regions.

"Huh?" You stop before looking down at the giant wet patch on your boxers. "Oh, fuck! Sorry Mom." You turn away mortified. You must have been leaking through your cage all night long. You silently pray that Kendra didn't also make out the faint hint of pink showing where the cage clung to the wet fabric.

"It's okay. These things happen to young men. Just leave them in the laundry basket and I'll put them through the wash later. Have a good day at work! I'll leave you alone now so that you can get ready." To your relief Kendra leaves the room so that you can clean yourself up and get presentable.