‘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. We’re going to be spending a lot of time together, Molly. And you’re going to do everything you can to please me.’ Molly’s boss has cruel plans for her and they are only just beginning… Chapter 1 of Molly’s Cage is here.
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Molly’s Cage: Chapter 4
‘Go make me a coffee – the way I like it. Then you can take my shoes off and give me a foot and leg massage. And then,’ Mr Hunter said, ‘then we’ll talk about the chastity belt.’
I did as he told me. I tried to feel angry — I told myself that I should feel angry — but I didn’t. Horrifyingly, I just wanted to fuck. I wanted to be able to touch myself — any part of myself, my clit or the sensitive skin between my clit and my entrance, or my entrance itself. I wanted to plunge my fingers right inside my cunt, where I was wet and so desperately needy.
I placed the hot coffee at Mr Hunter’s right hand where he sat in his office, then, watched by his unsmiling, sardonic eyes, I knelt at his feet. He picked up a file he was reading and spoke not looking at me, sounding bored.
‘Take my shoes off, Molly. Show me how good you are at giving foot massages.’
He rested luxuriously back on the couch in his office, spreading his legs. I flushed miserably. I still desperately wanted to go to the bathroom and I didn’t understand why I had to kneel on the ground and massage his feet.
‘One more thing,’ Mr Hunter said as I started obediently to pluck at his shoelaces. ‘Get your knees apart. I want to teach you what being a slut actually feels like.’
I gulped but I still pushed my knees apart on the office carpet, blushing as my tight skirt rode up my thighs again. I knew my crotch was now fully visible if he looked down, the hard leather of the chastity belt replacing my panties.
‘That’s right, girl,’ Mr Hunter grunted. ‘Nice and open. That’s how your legs should be.’
I removed his shoes and started to massage his feet. He ignored me completely while I did and I felt so humiliated. This was not what I was meant to be doing. It was after work hours and I was meant to be at home by now. And anyway I wasn’t being paid to massage his feet, I was being paid to do legal work.
But I kept massaging, flushing as I did about what I must look like kneeling at his feet, my knees spread wide apart. Finally, when my hands were getting sore, he put his files aside and nodded to me.
‘You can stop, girl,’ Mr Hunter said, stretching his feet. ‘Put my shoes back on, there’s a dear.’
He watched me while I obeyed him, a mean smile at the edges of his mouth.
‘Did you enjoy that, Molly?’ he asked when I was done, reaching his hand out and putting a single finger underneath my chin and forcing my head up so that I had to meet his eyes. ‘Do you like it, down there in your place, where sluts like you belong?’
‘I…’ I said but I couldn’t continue.
I wanted to yell at him that, no, I didn’t like it, but I wasn’t sure that was true anymore. Humiliatingly, all I could think about was how, kneeling like this, my face was so near his groin. I couldn’t stop thinking about what it would be like to give him a blow job. I couldn’t stop wondering if he would tell me to take his dick into my mouth and pleasure him.
I couldn’t work out if I wanted to give him a blow job or if I would hate it or enjoy it.
Me Hunter sniggered at me meanly when I didn’t answer his question, his eyes running down my body to land on my crotch.
‘Look at you,’ he said, his voice vicious. ‘I chained you up all day but you just want sex, don’t you?’
Luckily, Mr Hunter didn’t seem to want an answer, because I didn’t know how to give him one. Right then, I wanted sex so badly that if he’d told me to climb astride him and fuck him, I’d have done it without any hesitation.
He told me to stand up and pull my skirt up. He finally removed the padlocks, while I stood in front of him, flushing hotly at what I knew he could see.
‘You’ll keep the chastity belt on until you get home tonight,’ he said, leaning back on the couch, his eyes fixed on my groin. He hadn’t told me that I could lower my skirt so I kept holding it high around my waist, flushing desperately with humiliation and embarrassment. ‘You can take it off when you get home. Tomorrow, don’t bother wearing panties. Put the belt back on before you leave your house. I expect you to be kneeling in here, in my office, when I arrive for work.’ He sniggered again. ‘Ready for me to inspect you.’
I gasped at the unfairness, finally forced to say something.
‘I c-can’t do that,’ I said. ‘Anyway, that’s n-not fair, I shouldn’t have to-’
I broke off as Mr Hunter lifted a single eyebrow at me.
‘Do you want to work or not, Molly?’ he asked, his voice cold. ‘I’m giving you a chance here. A chance to show you’re not the slut I think you are. But if you can’t be obedient, well,’ he shrugged. ‘There’s plenty of young law graduates just as good as you are.’
I flushed, tears starting in my eyes at the unfairness.
‘Cat got your tongue?’ he asked, his voice unkind. ‘I thought so. Stupid girl.’
Flushing, I made as if to move away from him, fingers trembling as I went to lower my skirt.
‘Not so fast, Molly,’ Mr Hunter said. ‘I haven’t given you leave to move away yet. I’ve got more orders for you — and if I’m going to have to stay late to discipline you, I might as well get some enjoyment out of it.’
I was silent, my face hot with the humiliation.
‘No touching yourself when you get home, Molly. You won’t touch yourself or have an orgasm until I tell you that you can. I expect your obedience in this — and I’ll know if you’re lying.’
I ground my teeth together. ‘You can’t do that,’ I said, my voice cracking with the strain. ‘That’s not…’ I broke off again.
‘Fair?’ asked Mr Hunter. ‘This isn’t about ‘fair’. This is about you demonstrating to me that you can be a good girl. I won’t have sluts in this office. And if you can’t convince me that you can be a good girl… Well, we’ll find a new place for you where you do belong.’
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