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… Chapter 1 of Molly’s Cage is here.
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Molly’s Cage: Chapter 2
‘Finally,’ Mr Hunter said, beckoning towards me with his fingers. ‘Come here, girl.’
I flushed but I still walked towards him, the chastity belt feeling awkward and strange against my pussy and around my waist. Without my panties I felt naked.
I couldn’t believe I was doing this but when I thought of the pornographic photos he had shown me yesterday, I knew I didn’t have any choice. Not if I wanted a decent job ever again.
Mr Hunter held out his hand. ‘Panties. Here. Now.’
Flushing, I held them out to him in a scrunched up little ball. He smirked at me and took them out of my hand, dropping them into an open filing box on the low table next to his chair.
‘You’ll get them back when I decide you’re allowed them,’ he said, his voice cold and harsh, leaning across to the filing cabinet in front of him and locking the box with my panties away inside it. The key went back on his key ring, the set of keys that I knew never left his sight.
Suddenly I felt bereft, lost and so much more in his control. I bit my lip, feeling alone, the hard leather of the chastity belt seemed to lie heavy on my skin. Despite the belt and my layers of decent office clothing, I felt naked and wanton, stripped bare for his pleasure.
Mr Hunter looked up at me.
‘Well,’ he said impatiently. ‘Show me.’
‘You c-can’t mean…’ I flushed wildly and broke off.
He couldn’t mean for me to lift up my skirt and show him. I couldn’t! I’d die of embarrassment.
‘How am I supposed to know you’re wearing it, if I don’t inspect it, you stupid girl?’ Mr Hunter snapped, his voice vicious. ‘All you’re doing is proving that you’re an ill-disciplined little slut who couldn’t learn to keep her legs shut five years ago and probably never will. You need a beating, my girl, and if you don’t start behaving right now, I’ll put you over my knee and give you what you deserve.’
I flushed scarlet at the sheer condemnation in his voice, tears starting in my eyes. My legs, shoulder width apart, suddenly felt too wide apart and my pussy felt exposed, vulnerable. Horrifyingly, I also felt the slow tricklings of arousal sliding into my groin at the words ‘couldn’t learn to keep her legs shut’. That made me flush even harder.
I realised my hands were clenched into nervous fists at my waist and I forced them to relax.
‘Lift up your skirt,’ Mr Hunter said, his voice cold. ‘Last warning, Molly.’
Tears slid down my cheeks as I bent forward and grabbed the hem of my skirt with nervous fingers. I pulled my skirt up, inch by excruciating inch, unable to believe what I was doing. The skin of my upper thighs and hips felt like it was on fire, unable to escape Mr Hunter’s gaze, directed straight at me.
Eventually my skirt was fully up around my waist and I knew he could see everything – my upper thighs and hips and naked mound, and the buckled leather straps of the chastity belt.
‘There now,’ Mr Hunter said, his voice sarcastic. ‘That wasn’t so hard, was it? You’ll find things a lot easier, Molly, if you obey me.’
I gulped and flushed, looking up and away, over his head and out the window.
He looked at me for a long time and all I could hear was his breathing. I knew his eyes were on me and I knew he was enjoying looking at me, and possibly even worse, I knew he was enjoying torturing me.
‘I’m going to look at you whenever I want, my girl,’ he said, his voice final. ‘You put yourself into this position. If you didn’t want men’s eyes looking at you, you shouldn’t have spread your legs for a camera.’
I gulped, flushing, keeping my eyes far away. I knew that if I looked at him, I would start crying in sheer humiliation.
‘So I’m going to teach you your place. If you can be well behaved, like a good girl – and that, Molly, means no orgasms,’ Mr Hunter said, sounding humiliatingly like my eleventh grade history teacher, ‘then maybe we have a place for you here. Keep your hands away from that slutty hole of yours. Learn your place, and maybe we’ll be able to keep you.’
‘Yes, Mr Hunter,’ I said, my voice sounding flat and wooden. ‘C-can I put my skirt down yet?’
‘See how much easier it is when you comply?’ he said, his voice sounding warm with congratulations. ‘But not just yet.’
I bit my lip and flushed, wondering how much longer this torture was going to last for. I flinched as Mr Hunter leaned forward in his chair, his hand reaching out to test one of the leather straps. He clicked his tongue at me in reprobation.
‘Be still, girl.’
I stood silent and still as I felt his warm hands moving around my hips. He tightened some buckles and I gasped as the wide strap of leather running across my mound and under my pussy tightened viciously, making me continuously aware of its presence.
Then I found something extra to gasp about as I saw Mr Hunter pick up a tiny padlock off the window sill next to him and I heard him clip it to the chastity belt. Several other padlocks followed, until I knew I was securely locked into the belt, until he brought the keys to unlock them.
‘There,’ he said, leaning back in his chair. ‘Doesn’t that feel better? Say ‘yes’ Molly.’
‘Yes, Mr Hunter,’ I said, once again feeling relegated to the schoolroom, flushing at my immediate, instinctive obedience.
‘You’ll wear this at least until work finishes for the day. You’ll wait for me at the end of work, unless you want to wear it all night. I’ll decide then whether you’ve been a good girl and whether you’ve earned the right to have me take it off. Is that clear?’
‘Yes, Mr Hunter,’ I said, swallowing. There was no end to the humiliation in sight. I just wanted the ground to shift and swallow me.
‘One extra thing,’ he said, picking up a piece of paper and examining it, as if it was more interesting than continuing to look at my near-naked hips and groin. ‘I see you don’t shave. Make sure you shave your pussy before I inspect you again tomorrow. All of it. I want you clean and bare, like a good girl. Now, get to work. You’re late.’
He waved his hand in dismissal, turning away from me. Flushing heavily, feeling humiliated and discarded. The feelings were stupid because I never even wanted this attention in the first place.
I turned away, pulling my skirt hurriedly back down to my knees, hoping that he couldn’t see how much his words and actions had turned me on.
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