You try to sleep

The night stretches on, endless. Sleep eludes you, as it always does in new places. But tonight, it’s not just the unfamiliar surroundings keeping you awake—it’s the ache, the blue balls the maid left you with (but to be fair you did that to yourself). You start to regret refusing her earlier. Maybe you could ask for a favor now? Just this once. After all, she did owe you a handjob, technically. Right?

You slip out of your room, barefoot on the cool wooden floor. The thrill of sneaking through a stranger’s house at night sends a shiver down your spine. But what excites you more—the risk of being caught, or the possibility of finally getting the release you’ve missed?

The house is dark, lit only by the pale glow of moonlight filtering through the windows. You don’t dare turn on the lights. Halfway down the corridor, you realize you have no idea where you’re going. A sudden thought strikes you: Do they have cameras? Is it too late to turn back now?

You decide to push your luck.

You find yourself in a simple, narrow hallway lined with modest doors. Judging by the humble appearance, this must be the maids’ quarters. It’s late, but one room still has its light on. Someone is inside. There is a name wriiten on the door : Jia.

You brace yourself and in a surge of stupid horny courage, you knock.

Your heart stops for a moment as the silence around you grows louder. You hear a drawer open, then close. Footsteps approach then there’s a pause. The door cracks open just enough for you to see her face—bare, without makeup. You recognize her instantly and exhale in relief. You chose the right room.

"What are you doing here at this hour?" she hisses, quickly pulling you inside. "Did someone notice? Did you ask permission?"

You shake your head to both questions. "Annie said I’m free to do as I please, so I guess it’s fine." You stutter, the words tumbling out. "Listen, I need your help. I can’t sleep. I know it’s weird, but I really understand my situation now. I regret rejecting you earlier."

She hesitates, her expression conflicted. "Mistress will punish me if she learns I unlocked your cage outside of your allowed hours," she says, her voice firm but not unkind.

"Please," you plead. "She doesn’t have to know. I’m in real pain. My balls are killing me."

You can see the gears grinding in her head.

She sighs, her shoulders slumping slightly. "I understand... I’m sorry. I’m partly responsible. I should have asked before unlocking and teasing you." There’s a note of genuine regret in her voice. "I... Can I suggest something else? Maybe?"

You nod, desperate for any relief.

She opens her nightstand drawer and pulls out a sleek, black massager. The noise you heard earlier—when you were standing outside her door—clicks into place. "We can try with this?" she asks, holding the vibrator in front of you. "I don't have the key in my room anyway, so that's the best I can do."

A flush creeps up your neck. She’s basically admitting she was masturbating when you interrupted her. The directness contrasts to the reserved, almost robotic demeanor she’d shown before.

You nod slowly, pretending to be hesitant, but the truth is, you’re burning with desire.

She clears her throat, tidying her bed a bit before she begins to undress you with the same clinical precision as before. Then, she gestures for you to lie down.

You obey without a word.

She stares at you for a long moment, the silence thick between you. Then, it’s broken by the low hum of the vibrator. She presses it against your cage immediately, and you let out a groan, the sensation electric even through the metal.

"Sssh," she whispers, pressing a finger to your lips. "Remember, you agreed to my rules."

"I know, but—oh!" The sound escapes you before you can stop it, louder than you intended.

She presses the vibrator lower, just between your cage and your balls, and the pleasure is unlike anything you’ve felt before. "Do you like that? Hmm?" Her voice is soft. "Soon, I won’t even need that key anymore. I’m fine with that." She laughs a'd then removes her finger from your lips, letting you answer, and her other hand reaches for your balls. "Are you?"

"Ye—ESS! AH—" The pleasure is overwhelming, like rediscovering your own body. Your cock pulses with need, restrained but throbbing.

"I warned you to stay quiet," she says, and the vibrations stop abruptly.

"No, please, continue—" You’re begging.

She stands up without a word, her pajama pants sliding down her legs. No panties. Then, she climbs back onto the bed, straddling your face. She's already wet, you feel a drop leaking down your cheek.

"Let’s see if this shuts you up for good." She positions the vibrator against your caged cock again, the hum filling the room.

"New deal," she murmurs, her voice low and playful. "You make me cum, and I’ll turn this back on."

You start licking righr away.

"I'll take that as an agreement" she says.

She cums and starts the vibrator.

Your jaws are exhausted, you stop licking but she keeps grinding her pussy on your face.

"Who said you should stop licking after my first orgasm?"

You tease you by lifting the vibrator away feom your dick.

You try saying "hey that was not the deal" but the sentance is intelligible because your voice is muffled by a pussy.

"i don't know what you said but I can guess. Now you better continue if you want me to stay in the mood." she threatens. "If you want me to make you come like a girl you better behave,"

You start licking immediately, your tongue diving in with an eagerness born of desperation.

"I’ll take that as an agreement," she murmurs, her voice laced with amusement.

She comes with a soft, breathy moan, her thighs trembling around your head. After only a minute your jaw is already aching, your tongue numb. You pull back slightly, but she doesn’t let up. She presses the vibrator against your caged cock, but without starting it, as a quick reminder of what's a play here. She fives you a hand by grinding her pussy against your face, her hips rolling in slow, deliberate circles.

Her thights tightens against your cheeks, your feel her pussy pulsating. No noise, but the vibrations start.

You managed, you're relieved. You can enjoy now.

"Who said you should stop licking after my first orgasm?" she teases, her voice playful but firm.

You try to protest, but she lifts the vibrator away from your cock in a silent plea. "Hey, that was not the deal—" but the words come out muffled, smothered by the warmth of her pussy.

"I don’t know what you said, but I can guess," she says, her tone mocking. "Now, you better continue if you want me to stay in the mood." She leans down slightly, her breath hot against your ear. "If you want me to make you come like a girl, you better behave. Slut."

At the moment she finishes her sentence, her thighs tighten around your head again. That’s her second orgasm. She *definitely* enjoys being in control.

"I don't have all night you know. I'm working tomorrow. Ba good and come foe me now." she murmurs.

And then—it hits you. A deep, overwhelming sensation builds within you, and you realize you’re coming. But the cage restricts you, the release slow and muted, your sperm leaking out in a frustrating, drawn-out trickle. The pleasure is there, but it’s different—denied, controlled, hers.

"Ok now, I should leep and you should as well. Good night." She says before adding "AndtThis better not get me in trouble!"

You head back to your room, satisfied and relieved wearing the cage will not prevent you from orgasming. You will be able to deal with your frustration, even if you need help.