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.
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
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.
You never expected your house maid would find your key and then blackmail you to stay her little toy when she caught you wearing your cage and took some photos. If you fired her, she would just release the embarrassing photos.
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.
