Mark’s POV
Still shaken up and trying to recover from what I just suffered through, I quickly made my way downstairs to the kitchen. Thoughts raced through my mind with each step I took. How could I have let this happen? Why has Mistress March suddenly changed so much? Will I ever be free from this humiliating pink chastity cage? I do my best to try to push these thoughts aside and try to make it through the evening. Perhaps if I do what Mistress March says, we can move past all of this and forget any of it ever happened. Maybe this really is just some weird fantasy of hers.
For the next hour I slaved away in the kitchen. I went all out, pan-searing an incredible steak with delicious sides and a glass of Mistress March's favorite red wine. Throughout the entire process my caged c**k a
