Chapter 46: Flatlined

The first thing I noticed was how empty I felt.

Not just emotionally—physically. The flat cage didn't just hide my cock… it erased it. The metal plate pinned me down with quiet cruelty. No bulge. No twitch. Just a steel slit that mocked everything I used to be.

Amber handed me my task list at breakfast.

There were no chores listed. Just a single command written in looping cursive across the top.

"No sitting. No speaking. No covering."

I blinked up at her. She didn't explain.

Instead, she pulled out a small pink apron from the closet. Thin, sheer, and barely enough to cover my upper thighs.

"Put it on. Then kneel and show the stream what a cockless maid looks like."

I did as I was told. The apron fluttered uselessly over my front, doing nothing to hide the flat cage. My bare ass was fully exposed, and the way the apron was cut made the plate peek out just beneath the hem, like it wanted to be seen.

Amber started the stream.

Title:"Maid Day One: The Caged Eunuch in Training."

She locked the doors. Drew the curtains. Turned on every light.

I stood in the kitchen, apron-only, hands folded like a good little maid. My heart pounded as donations started pouring in.

Amber enabled the voice-to-command feature.

Every time someone donated, the stream read their command aloud.

"Spin in place and say, 'I'm a neutered maid with nothing between my legs.'""Bend over, show your ass, and apologize for being born with a cock.""Lick the floor and thank us for reminding you what you are."

I obeyed every single one. On camera. Live.

Amber just watched from the couch, sipping tea like this was all perfectly normal.

By the second hour, the flat cage was digging in. My balls were sore from hanging freely all day, swaying and slapping between my thighs. My cheeks were red from dozens of spanks. My voice cracked every time I had to humiliate myself out loud.

Then came the tipping point.

One viewer donated $500.

Their message was short.

"Make him measure it on stream."

Amber laughed quietly, walked over, and pulled a small pink ruler from her pocket.

"You heard them."

I knelt. The camera zoomed in.

Amber unlocked the flat cage and held it open while I reached down with shaking hands and gently stretched my cock.

It was barely visible.

She flattened it against the ruler and clicked a photo as I whispered the result.

"Four point eight centimeters… soft… unneeded…"

Amber smiled, leaned down beside me, and whispered into my ear.

"Too big. Still too big. But soon you'll be nothing. Just balls. Just holes. Just service."

She snapped the cage back on.

Then turned to the camera, lips parted in a smirk.

"Now let's take bets. How many more streams until he hits 3.5?"