Part 3 — The Descent

The weeks that followed were the most intense of my life.

Madame A no longer gave me any respite. Every morning before work, I had to send her a photo of myself on my knees in pink lingerie, with the cage clearly visible through the thong.

The first morning I went to work wearing the pale pink thong and the bra, I thought I was going to have a panic attack in the car.

I spent the morning terrified that someone would notice something. At 11 a.m., I went to the bathroom as ordered and took a photo of my lingerie.

That evening, Madame A gave me a new task: wear the plug to work.

I put the plug in the next morning. Walking with it was torture. With every step, I could feel it moving. I was afraid someone would notice my strange gait.

At lunch break, I went to my car and spent ten minutes clenching my ass around the plug while touching myself through my pants.

That evening, Madame A asked me to go grocery shopping wearing a skirt and tights. It took me three days to decide.

The following Tuesday, I put on a black skirt, black tights, the pink thong, and a large hoodie. I did my shopping at a supermarket far from home.

I felt the cool air on my legs. Several times, men looked at me. One woman smiled kindly at me.

Before leaving, I went to the hygiene aisle and took sanitary pads. I put them in my basket and paid at the checkout.

Once in the car, I lifted my skirt and took a photo of my legs in tights with the pink thong slightly visible. I sent it to Madame A.

She replied: "Good, Lila. You are starting to truly understand what it means to be exposed."

That evening, after showering, I stayed on my knees in front of the mirror for a long time, wearing the pink thong, plug in my ass, gently touching myself between my legs without jerking off.

I looked at my reflection. I looked at what I was becoming. I was no longer Lucas. I was becoming Lila.