Caged at the Café
A café looks so ordinary, people typing, sipping, chatting softly. Nobody would ever guess that one silly little sissy sitting among them is locked, denied, and throbbing under her clothes. That’s what makes today’s task so delicious. You’re going to sit in a café, touch your chastity cage through your pants, and feel the shame pulse right through your body.
The Dare
First, lock yourself into your chastity cage. Slip your panties over it, pull on your regular clothes, and head out to a café. Order a drink, find a seat, and get comfortable. Smile politely, cross your legs, sip slowly like a well-behaved doll.
Now, when no one is looking, slip one hand casually into your lap. Through your pants, let your fingers find the outline of your little locked cage. Hold it for a moment, press, rub lightly, remind yourself you’re sealed away. Then pull your hand back and act as if nothing happened.
Living the Dare
Do it more than once. Maybe while scrolling your phone. Maybe after a sip of coffee. Each time, your cheeks will burn hotter. The cage will feel harder, heavier, tighter with every touch.
Nobody around you will notice, or so you’ll tell yourself. But in your mind, the humiliation will roar: What if they saw my hand? What if they knew I was touching my cage in public?
That mix of secrecy and exposure is exactly what you’re training for.
How You’ll Feel
Your heart will pound, your stomach will twist, and your body will ache for permission you’ll never get. Each soft press of your hand will make you whimper silently, frustrated but thrilled. You’ll feel helpless and owned, sitting in a café like a normal person, but marked as something far different underneath.
And that tension, between normalcy and perversion, will make you glow pink from the inside out.
Final Push
I want you to touch your cage at least three separate times during your café visit. Not just once, not just a tease. Three times. Each one a little braver than the last.
When you leave, before stepping outside, glance at your reflection in the café window and whisper under your breath: “Mistress, I touched my cage for you.”
Command
Do it this week. No excuses. Lock yourself, sip your drink, and let your fingers betray your secret in public.