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.
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
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
