You wake up

The next day you wake up with the thought that it is benduday - well, at least the local equivalent. These days Master stays at home, and you do fun things together. Naturally, you have a wide smile on your face as he comes to you, and you eagerly eat your breakfast and suck his cock. He also removes the needles from your balls. The process itself hurts like hell, however the wounds heal quickly, and an hour later you can barely feel any pain.

As for an afternoon activity, it is time for your favorite: a walk in the park!

Master unlocks the chain between the ballet boots, and starts escorting you with your leash. You are sparkling! And by the time you are on the street, you cannot help but to smile with the gag as you walk. Everybody who walks past you takes a glance at your body. EVERYBODY. Envying your soft skin, perfect curves, gorgeous breasts and pretty face, thinking about owning you just like Master does. But none of them own you, only Master. Not to mention the fact that everybody thinks that you are a woman!

Each passing step you keep imagining what would happen if they would see you completely naked. Would they smile? Perhaps they would be scared? Which one of the two that resembles society so much these days?

As you enter the park, Master sits down comfortably on a bench. You kneel down on the ground before him, and start sucking his cock in front of everyone, bobbing your head up and down despite the glances - who’s kidding, you are enjoying them! -, until you mouth is filled with a load of semen, your cock pressing against the cage ever more hopeless.

“Good pet,” Master says, and locks back you ballgag.

He escorts you around a park a bit, then brings you back between the walls of the house.

As each day, you are to do the housework like the good **** you are. The only difference is that he fucks you a couple times while you are at it. Plus when you are done you have to kneel next to his desk instead of the door.

“This time you passed,” he says, and removes your ballgag.

“Thank you, Master!” you say, and suck him off obediently.

After that it is time for the other fun thing!

Thanks to the constrains of a capitalist society - and of course the sheer amount of curiosity for your kind -, each benduday afternoon you are escorted to the side of the second bedroom, and you have a good old fashioned photo shoot. For these occasions, you are rarely bound. Not like you would have a need of it! Sometimes you are naked, other times you wear expensive dresses, or just blouses, jeans, lingerie, whatever the fans request, and Master makes excellent photos of you, and posts them all over the holo-net.

The point is that your cock needs to be seen. Let it be caged, bare, or just with the piercing, the crowd always cheers when they see it. And you are also fond of doing this. These occasions came a long way of you finally coming to terms with being a sissy. Not to mention liking it!

Once the photo shoot is over, Master hands you his datapad, and you can react to your fans, even send them some selfies if needed. You have about half an hour to do it. By that time Master also does his part, and chooses the outfit of the day. This you have to take back on - this time a choker, black stockings and two heart shaped nipple clamps -, then you bend down on the bed, and let Master ram his cock inside you. Too bad that is not part of the photos... But more like a private thing.

Once Master comes, you are dressed back into the bondage harness, and are escorted back to the cage, receiving your dinner shortly after.

One. You think to yourself. And you slowly drift into sleep.