Pixie Isobella

‘You’ll wear the chastity belt at least until work finishes for the day. I’ll decide then whether you’ve been a good girl and whether you’ve earned the right to have me take it off.’ Molly’s difficult day at work is only just beginning… Chapter 1 of Molly’s Cage is here.

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Molly’s Cage: Chapter 3

The chastity belt felt heavy on my hips, the tight straps reminding me continuously of the rough leather against my pussy.

The office day was just starting as I left Mr Hunter’s office, trying to sidle unnoticed into the bustle of the busy law office. I knew I was still blushing and I didn’t want anyone to notice. I couldn’t believe people couldn’t somehow tell through my demure office skirt that I was wearing a chastity belt and no panties, but no-one seemed to notice.

Possibly the reason became clear as soon as I got back to my desk and discovered one of the senior lawyers waiting for me.

‘Well done,’ she smiled at me, ‘you’ve certainly made an impression, Molly. I had no idea Mr Hunter even had his eye on you.’ Flushing, I looked at her warily.

‘What do you mean?’ I asked, my voice trying to break halfway through the question with nerves.

‘Oh my, hasn’t he told you?’ she almost giggled. ‘He can be so brusque. Why, you’re working directly to him now. I wouldn’t have expected a junior lawyer like you to be working straight to a senior partner, oh, for another five or ten years at least.’ She smiled at me. ‘Well, you’re a hard worker and I know you’ll make the most of this opportunity and you won’t let the firm down.’

‘No Ma’am,’ I said miserably, the unseen chastity belt feeling continuously tighter around my waist and pussy.

‘Just make sure you do everything you can to please him,’ she continued, lowering her voice confidentially. ‘He’s a harsh taskmaster but fair, and this is an excellent opportunity you’re getting. Over the heads of some others, I might add.’ She nodded at me abruptly. ‘Just do what he tells you and you can’t go wrong. Now, let’s get your desk sorted.’

‘M-my desk?’ I asked, a lump growing ever bigger in my chest. I was realising several awkward things about my predicament and I was wondering whether I wouldn’t in fact have been better off just letting Mr Hunter sack me.

And never work in a law firm again, my brain reminded me coldly. And probably end up homeless.

‘Yes. Mr Hunter has asked for you to be placed outside his office. We’re just organising things and then you can get settled.’

It was all settled quicker than I wanted, and sooner than I could count, I was seated at a desk directly outside Mr Hunter’s office. The chastity belt was even tighter when I was sitting and I couldn’t get my mind off the feeling in my pussy. The harsh leather was continuously rubbing against and – given the tightness – pressing down on my clitoris.

I was getting aroused just from sitting and I already knew that if I ran my hand inside my skirt, all I would feel was hard leather. The device was cleverly shaped and so tight that there was no way I was fitting my fingers inside it to touch me.

The knowledge was driving me mad. Even though I wouldn’t normally touch myself on a work day, even in the toilets, I knew that I would be soaking wet and desperate by the end of the day.

Even worse, I was starting to want to pee and I was pretty certain that Mr Hunter wasn’t going to let me take off the belt to go to the bathroom. And even if he would, I certainly wasn’t going to ask.

I sat and worked, feeling alternatively furious, and then frustrated and horny, and then furious again. Mr Hunter came out just before lunch and told me to go down the shops for him to fetch him a coffee and a sandwich. I pushed my chair back to obey, flushing as I felt his eyes slide down my body, lingering on my breasts before dropping to my crotch.

‘Do you find your new situation comfortable?’ he asked, smiling to show me that he wasn’t talking about the desk or the job but my missing panties and the chastity belt.

I bit my lip, unable to answer. He just looked at me quizzically, a smug look of enjoyment at the power that he had over me in his eyes.

‘Enjoy your walk,’ he said, sarcastically, I thought, and turned down the corridor to meet up with two of the other senior partners.

The chastity belt was not fun to walk in and after I returned from my lunchtime errand for Mr Hunter, the afternoon didn’t get any better. I was desperate to pee by now and I watched as the clocks crept closer and closer to going home time. Eventually it was 5pm and Mr Hunter hadn’t called me back into his office.

I waited another half hour as people around me started to head off for the day and I knew that he was going to force me to go in there and ask him. Flushing hard, I stood, grabbing my bag and went to knock on his door.

‘Yes Molly?’ he asked, looking up from his work. ‘Come in. What do you want?’

I shut the door behind me flushing and biting my lip.

‘Can I have the belt off now?’ I asked, blushing so hard. ‘I need to go home.’ I hated having to ask him and I hated how much I was in his power.

‘Come over here,’ Mr Hunter said, gesturing to me with his fingers. ‘Sit down there.’ He pointed towards a low saddle-shaped seat that was made for people to sit astride.

I sat down on it, disliking how it forced my skirt to ride up so that it was sitting almost all the way up my thighs. Also it pushed the thick leather of the chastity belt directly into my clitoris, reminding me all over again how stupidly aroused I was. How stupidly aroused I had been all day.

Mr Hunter’s eyes lingered on my bare upper thighs, a vicious smirk on his face.

‘You’re such a slut, Molly,’ he said, the nasty smile not leaving his face. ‘You’ll bare your legs for anyone, won’t you?’ I flushed red hot, so angry at him but unable to express it. He kept talking, his eyes meeting mine with vicious triumph in them.

‘You look just right on that chair, your knees spread wide open. You belong like that, don’t you? Seated astride a man – any man – and his hard rod right up inside that slutty hole of yours.’

He chuckled softly, still smiling meanly. ‘You’d like that right now, wouldn’t you? A big, hard shaft inside you, showing you who’s boss?’

‘No,’ I said, my voice shaking, but I knew Mr Hunter could tell I was lying, because the minute he said it, all I could think about was how amazing it would feel right now to have a hot, hard cock pushing into my from behind, thrusting and thrusting and thrusting, filling me and making me scream.

Even worse, I could imagine Mr Hunter thrusting his shaft into me, while speaking to me in his cruel voice, telling me that this was all my fault for being a slutty little girl who couldn’t keep her lugs shut.

I hated that the thought turned me on. I had always been a little bit attracted to Mr Hunter, and I was realising now what a terrible mistake that had been.

‘I thought so,’ he said, in triumph I thought. ‘You know, this morning, I thought I might actually be able to give you back your panties. But now I can see that disciplining you isn’t going to be easy at all.’ He smiled broadly. ‘We’re going to be spending a lot of time together, Molly. And you’re going to do everything you can to please me. Aren’t you?’

‘Yes,’ I whispered. I wanted to think my way out of this but I was also feeling too horny to be able to think much. All I could think of was maybe if I was good, he would actually fuck me, and then finally I might have the release I had been craving all day.

‘Good. You can start right now. Go make me a coffee – the way I like it – in the kitchen and bring it back here. Then you can take my shoes off and give me a foot and leg massage. And then,’ he paused, his eyes alight on mine as he savoured the moment. ‘Then we’ll talk about the chastity belt.’

Chapter 4 of Molly’s Cage is here.

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