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.
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.
Hypnotism never worked for you, but listening to it and fantasizing while doing it was hot, that is until you listened to the chastity swimsuit stories. Next thing you remember is being locked in a chastity cage and having new bikinis, you didn't rememb
