Yes.

It was a long walk up the museum steps. This was the longest walk I'd had to make while being punished, and it was getting hard to act nonchalant. People tend to ignore each other in the city, and I had that going for me. But I was also wearing stripper boots and glossy kitty ears, and I didn't want to push my luck. Aside from a particularly vicious pinch to my nipples, I made it up the steps without incident. Before entering though, I needed some relief. I quickly opened my coat, flashing my black and pink prison at the stone wall of the museum. The prodding and pinching ceased. I counted five long seconds, took a deep breath, and entered the museum.

Luckily, the lobby was fairly deserted. I didn't want to imagine having to act natural standing in a long ticket line with the costume punishing me. It was 4:15, and the museum closed at five, which worked fine with what little plan I had. I approached the ticketing booth rummaging through my bag for a twenty. And they said I was the thief.

"One please," I said, thrusting the money at the cashier with one hand as I dug my nails into my silly paw glove with the other. The costume really didn't like being covered this long.

"You know we close at five?" the elderly woman behind the counter asked, a disapproving sneer on her face.

"Sure do!" I chirped, giving her a toothy grin. The old lady grunted in response and went about getting me my ticket. Slowly. The costume's punishment for being covered had started as pokes and pinches. Now it was mostly pinches, and they were getting harder. To make matters worse, the vibrator chose that moment to activate, startling a squeal out of me. I put a hand on the counter to steady myself and focused on not squirming like a slut for the scowling octogenarian. Finally, I saw my ticket in her hand, but she didn't hand it over.