Pixie Isobella

Molly is embarrassed at work when some old pornography photos turn up. One of her superiors, Blake Hunter, tells her that he will fire her unless she can prove to him that she can be well behaved. And so her daily routine of discipline begins…

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Molly’s Cage: Chapter 1

It’s funny how being told you can’t do something immediately makes you want to do it.

I couldn’t take my mind off between my legs. I couldn’t stop thinking about my pussy. I couldn’t stop the sensations, and I knew there was nothing I could do about it until the end of the day.

I wasn’t allowed to pee. I wasn’t allowed to touch myself either, and while I wouldn’t normally touch myself at work, being forbidden to do so had just made me yearn to run to the bathroom and pull my panties down. I was so stupidly aroused, and I hated and loved it.

It was all my own fault, really. Well, it was Blake Hunter’s fault actually. But he’s a senior partner in the law firm where I work and I’m not, so I know it’s me who’s going to wear the blame.

I should explain. Mr Hunter called me into his office last week, out of the blue. I didn’t want to go because he has a reputation for being bad tempered and arrogant. It was worse than I thought. He showed me some photos, old photos that I had forgotten about. I have no idea how he got them.

Me in my knickers. Me in just a bra and an old shirt. Me holding up my large, naked breasts for the photographer with a cheeky smile. The worst of all, me lying back in the bedsheets, my hand between my bent legs. Luckily the photo did not show my pussy but I was clearly cumming hard against my hand…

‘I needed money to get through uni,’ I blurted out, feeling sick.

‘No doubt,’ said Mr Hunter dryly, closing the folder again and putting it away in a locked drawer. His dark eyes rested unpleasantly long on the swell of my breasts, hidden by my favourite demure black suit dress. ‘I don’t really care, Molly.’

I flushed, miserably. It was awful knowing that he had seen the photos. He had seen me naked and by the way he was looking at me, he was imagining me naked right now.

‘What I want to know is how we can trust you,’ he said snidely.

‘You know you can trust me,’ I started to say, wanting to point out to him my three years of exemplary service. All the times I had been quiet and followed the line the partners took, the times I had persuaded others to knuckle down and just get the job done instead of complaining.

Mr Hunter interrupted me. ‘You’re going to prove to me that you’re worth keeping, Molly. And I know exactly how you’re going to do it.’

I flushed, feeling sick.

‘How?’ I said, hating how shaky my voice sounded. There aren’t many jobs available at the moment and being laid off by this prestigious law firm would not look good in my resume. Plus I had just upgraded my apartment and I couldn’t afford to be job hunting right now.

Mr Hunter just smiled, an unpleasant, knowing smile. ‘Eventually, doing what apparently you do best, Molly. But right now…’ he paused. ‘You are going to prove to me that you can be disciplined and well behaved. You’re going to prove to me that this,’ he flicked his hand towards the drawer where he had locked away my photos, ‘that this lack of discipline can be overcome.’

I learned the following morning what he meant.

He made me come to work early and meet him in his office. He handed me a package and waved me towards his walk-in filing cabinet.

‘Go in there and put it on,’ he said, his voice blunt.

‘Wh-what is it?’ I asked, stumbling over the words.

Mr Hunter just smiled at me. ‘You’ll see. Put it on, or I’ll see you to the front door myself.’

Flushing hotly, I went into the tiny room, lined with old books and files dating back over a century. The door shut behind me, I opened the package and pulled out a bundle of leather straps and buckles. After a moment I worked out what it was, and I flushed even more. It was a chastity belt, designed to stop the wearer having sex.

I couldn’t!

What was he thinking?

How could he make me wear a chastity belt at work? I didn’t even know these things existed outside the pages of pornography.

‘Put it on, Molly,’ Mr Hunter called through the door. ‘Or I’ll come in and put it on you myself. Oh, did I mention that it’s made to be worn without panties? Take those off and give them to me to prove that you have.’

I wanted to call out that I refused. I wanted to march right out of there and throw the package in his face, and keep walking.

I need the job I thought miserably. At least until I can find something else.

Shaking, hoping he didn’t come in anyway, I pulled down my panties, moving as quickly as I could to get the humiliation over with. I had some difficulty working out how the device was meant to fit on me but – fingers trembling – I finally got it right. A wide strap of soft leather ran the full length of my pussy and up over my mound. Leather straps ran up past my butt cheeks and similar leather straps ran up the front, to a belt that ran around my waist.

Flushing hotly, I fastened the buckles and pulled my skirt back down over it.

‘You ready, Molly?’ Mr Hunter called out.

I didn’t answer, just opened the door and looking up at him defiantly as I walked out of the tiny room. My defiance was wasted as it turned out. Mr Hunter was seated in a comfortable antique armchair over near the window, reading the newspaper.

‘Finally,’ he said, not looking up. He beckoned towards me with his fingers. ‘Come here, girl.’

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Chapter 2 of Molly’s Cage is here.

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