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.
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
The cage had been locked on for months now, you could no longer take it and started signing up on message boards for anonymous meetings in public. You hoped they would give you pleasure and let you cum, but more often than not, you were just a play thing
She told you she wanted to try some of her new creations on you so you went to her house. First she gave you a wig to try on, then your mind got fuzzy and the next thing you knew you passed out. The next thing you remember is waking up naked, hearing a c