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.
You made a bet with another girl over who could stay locked the longest, loser gets photos of them in their belt released in the college forums boards. The first month was fine, the second month was hell, but the 3rd year? Even using the bathroom was eno
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
