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
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
