Yes

You can’t believe your even considering doing this, but if Olivia’s wanting to spice things up, you don’t want to be the one to ruin the fun.

You walk to your bedroom, cage in hand. You’re soon greeted by your own reflection in the full sized wall mirror at the side of the room. You breath in deeply as you take another look at the small piece of plastic in your hand before pulling down your pants. They flop to the floor, followed by your underwear, leaving your bottom half naked and exposed. You look at yourself in the mirror, which doesn’t make this any easier. You look at your limp dick drooping almost sadly, as you bring the cage closer to it. You struggle for a moment, fumbling with the cage, before you find the way to slide in. You move over the clasp, pausing for a moment before giving up your last chance to have second thoughts. You push it in and hear a distinct CLICK as it locks in place. You take another deep breath as you look back at the mirror at the newly caged you. You stare at your sad, locked up cock for a moment, before hearing the front door open.

You quickly yank your pants up, only having to struggle slightly to get them over the cage. You hear footsteps coming closer to the room. For some reason, your instincts tell you to sit down on the bed. You watch as the door opens and in walks Olivia. She’s dressed in her normal work attire, complete with brief case.

“Oh! Hey babe. What are you doing in here?” She says. You’re a bit put back by the casualness in her voice.

“Ummm… you know, just sitting here.” You say, not sure if you should address what’s under your pants.

“Oh… okay.” Olivia says as she puts down her brief case. “How was work?” She asks, again, way more casually than you were expecting.

“Just glad to be home.” You say.

Olivia gives you a light smile, before walking towards the bathroom.

“I’ve gotta get out of these work cloths.” Olivia says as she walks into the bathroom, closing the door behind her.

You quickly begin adjusting your pants in order to hide the bulge created by the cage. Why did she not say anything? Could this have bee all a wild mistake? Does she not know?

After a moment, the bathroom door opens and Olivia is back, this time in lingerie, extremely sexy lingerie. It leaves little to the imagination, showing off all of her curves and only barley covering her more private areas.

“Much better!” She says, stretching in the door way.

“You look… comfortable.” You say, still unsure of exactly what’s going on here.

“I have something to tell you.” Olivia slinks over to the bed sitting down next to you. She moves her lips up to your ear and loudly whispers.

“I’m so fucking horny.”

You suddenly feel a tightness in your crotch. Olivia’s rarely this upfront, and it excites you, but your new accessory stops you from getting too excited.

“I’ve been thinking about you fucking me all day.” She says as she begins to nibble your ear between words. “Just imagining your cock sliding in and out of me.”

Slight discomfort is quickly becoming pain as all your blood is rushing to your cock only to be held back by the cage.

“I’ve just been getting wet all day thinking about you and your cock inside of me.” She’s now biting your neck, sending shivers down your spine.

“I need you right now!” She exclaims as she puts her hands on your belt buckle. “Fuck me!” She quickly undoes your belt and pulls down your pants, to reveal your naked lap and your sad caged dick.

“Oh! Well isn’t that cute?” Olivia says, you can tell now by her voice she’s not actually surprised. She gives your cage a light flick.

“Well, I guess that changes the plan a little bit, but don’t worry.” She puts her hand over your crotch while glaring at you like a cat about to swallow a mouse whole. “You can still fuck me.”