Back to worshiping her feet.

"Now, my bad boy." Margaery smiled at you. "Where were we?"

Quickly realising what she meant, you kneeled back down and began to kiss and lick her feet again. As you worshipped, she smiled mischievously at you, and began to rub your caged cock with her foot. You could soon feel your penis straining against the metal, and after half an hour of worship you felt almost too frustrated and denied to continue.

Hesitantly, you stopped worshipping for a moment and looked up at your goddess. "Please, I realise you wanted to stop any more accidents, but this isn't right. I can't even feel anything! It hurts!" You whined.

Margaery widened her big, innocent eyes at you, and smirked. "Oh, my bad little boy, that's the point! With you feeling all frustrated and pent up, you'll do anything I want you to, in the hopes of pleasing me. If you're a very, very good boy, every once in a while I might let you out. But not now" She smirked even wider.

As you looked at her, speechless, she stood up and pulled you up too. "I will keep you nice and frustrated though, to serve me better" She whispered into your ear. With that, she turned round, and began gently rubbing her ass against your caged cock.

The frustration too much to bear, with this sexy, beautiful woman grinding her ass against you with nothing you could do about it. Just before you thought you were about to burst, she turned round, knelt down, and took your cock in her mouth, cage and all.

If you thought you were denied before, it was nothing compared to now. She swirled it around in her mouth, making sure to pay special attention to the small holes in the cage, giving you a small amount of contact that was simply unbearable. You let a small, involuntary cry of denial, and she stood up and smirked.

"Now you see how things are going to be, my bad little boy. You'll do what I want, in the hopes of pleasing me." She smiled. Now then...