It's night, midnight precisely, when she enters the house. The front door slams shut with a definitive thud that echoes through the quiet rooms. You're on the couch, controller in hand, when you hear her footsteps approaching. She throws her bag carelessly aside, the leather hitting the floor with a dull sound that makes you flinch.

Her gaze locks onto you immediately, a predatory grin spreading across her face as she considers her options. You can feel the weight of her stare like physical pressure as she crosses the room. The air seems to thicken with tension, your skin prickling with awareness of her proximity.

She sits down beside you on the couch, close enough that you can smell her perfume - something dark and musky with a hint of jasmine. Without warning, her hand moves toward your crotch, massaging through the fabric of your pants, clearly feeling the chastity cage beneath.

"Oh my~ You are so hard aren't you..." Her demeanor seems different tonight - rather than her usual rude and angry facade, she's calm, cool, and seductive. You know better than to trust this apparent change in attitude.

She's purposely teasing you, fully aware of how pent up you are after a whole month in the cage. This is your punishment for getting caught masturbating.

Her grip intensifies as she feels you twitch beneath her touch, a small damp spot forming on your pajamas. "Ohh! ~ Do you want to be free~!" she says with fake sympathy, a sadistic grin spreading across her face.

"It must be so difficult," she purrs. "So... Tell me... Do you want to be freed, or not? But remember... If I free you and catch you touching yourself again... Mommy's going to give you the punishment again, with one more month added." Her voice turns stern as she leans in close to your ear, warm breath causing you to shiver as her words come out cold and commanding.

"Tell me... little boy."