You started your day feeling so lucky and excited at the opportunity to go shopping with your keyholder but as you work through the mall, shopping for lingerie, that illusion is swiftly shattered. Your Mistress wont stop talking (very loudly) about how different panties might fit with your chastity cage and describing the opportunities you will have to wear them. The public humiliation isn’t unexpected but it makes you squirm and blush nonetheless, which only delights and incites her more. She comes in and out of your changing room, sending the sales assistant to fetch new items and even insists on sitting on the tufted pink chair in the room to watch you struggle gracelessly into a strappy little bodysuit. You are fairly certain that two people in one dressing room is highly unusual (and that the employees and patrons are smirking at your demise, obviously overhearing every belittling remark from her perfect mouth) but Mistress Cordelia always gets what she wants. When your Mistress grows bored of shopping she drags you home for more torment, having you worship her unbelievable body wearing nothing but a tiny, shiny black skirt and your key wrapped tight around her neck. This sight alone would bring you to your knees if she hadn’t already commanded you there. You throb and quiver in your cage, gazing up at the powerful Mistress who controls your pleasure and takes great satisfaction in making you suffer. When you are on the brink of losing your mind from desperation and denial of touch, she surprises you with an unexpected offer. If you wish to be released from that tiny cage you must offer up your chastity slut ass, and not only that, you will beg to be pounded by your Mistress in exchange for your freedom.