The bunny outfit was embarrassing enough, but the cage they forced you to wear at your new job for the "Protection of the female workers" felt like just too much. But as your manager keeps reminding you, you signed a one year contract and it is solid.
Finding a friend who was also into chastity was amazing, her ability to be super cruel and leave you locked for days or weeks on end without anything except being teased the entire time, however, was slightly less awesome. You were almost regretting tell
Tied down, caged, and teased for hours. This was the reality of your weekends from now on, however your mistress made it clear the cage won't be coming off on the weekdays.
The hard plastic cage covering your privates didn't let any sense of feeling through, but for some reason you tried to still tug on it even if you knew it was a hopeless endeavor.
