You're mistress knew all she ever had to do was talk about touching you and you would get hard and feel the endless frustration of the cage, however, on certain days she would take down your panties and rub herself against you cage. It was almost enough
She dressed you up in her old uniform and took your photo. You looked different enough, but people who knew you would know it was you. She then used these photos as leverage to get you to do more and more humiliating things until finally she locked you i
These days the girly looks and the cage were just part of the normal attire your mistress expected of you, however the leaking in the cage that was constant, was punishable by a whip, cane, or longer sentence. It all depended on her mood.
You couldn't believe your progress. All the working out, denial, teasing, it was all coming together. Tonight at the party, no one was going to recognize you, and the fact it was a party known to have a lot of nudity, you were in for a wild ride.
Chastity was never really your thing, but neither was latex, however, now you find yourself at the mercy of a sadistic but sexy woman who only wants to torture you and keep you on the edge of horny insanity.
