‘This isn’t about what is fair’, said my boss. ‘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.’ 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 5
Mr Hunter let me go after that and I travelled home as quickly as I could, still desperate to go to the bathroom. I found a text message from Mr Hunter awaiting me on my phone when I got home and I opened it with trembling fingers.
‘Don’t forget to shave’.
I flushed in horror as I saw the message. I was not going to shave my pussy. I was not!
I had a troubled sleep with intensely erotic dreams of Mr Hunter fucking me at a work function while everyone cheered. I woke up wet and needy, and I went to touch myself, sliding my fingers into my wetness before I remembered Mr Hunter’s prohibition on masturbation and orgasms.
He wouldn’t be able to tell, I rationalised, but I removed my hand anyway, feeling frustrated. It was so unfair.
The following morning, feeling stupid and embarrassed, I put on the chastity belt.
I didn’t shave. I didn’t want to be shaved down there. With the benefit of distance, I had decided that Mr Hunter couldn’t make me shave. What was he going to do to me, anyway?
I rushed into work to get there before Mr Hunter’s usual start time, then I had an anxious embarrassed wait in his office. I wondered about searching his office for my panties but I knew they were locked away and he had the key. I felt ridiculous kneeling on the floor in front of his big armchair, the chastity belt already rubbing my pussy into arousal, but something kept me there anyway.
Mr Hunter smiled a smug smile when he entered the room and saw me kneeling there. He didn’t say ‘good morning’ though or acknowledge my presence as he collected up some papers and brought them across to his desk.
‘Knees apart, Molly,’ he said without looking at me. ‘I thought I taught you that last night.’
Flushing, I spread my knees wide, wincing inside as my pencil skirt rode up again around my waist.
‘That’s better,’ said Mr Hunter, still not looking at me. ‘Don’t make me tell you a third time. You won’t like it.’
He sounded so like a patronising schoolteacher that I wanted to yell at him but I knew I couldn’t. I’d lose my job. Also it was too hard to yell when kneeling on the floor wearing a chastity belt with my legs spread in this compromised position.
Mr Hunter finally walked over and sat down in the chair, still reading something on his tablet and not looking at me.
‘Stand up,’ he said finally, still reading. ‘Lift up your skirt and show me what a good girl you’ve been.’
Flushing, I stood up on legs that felt numb from kneeling so long. I hated myself for doing it but I pulled my skirt up around my waist, hotly embarrassed to be showing him myself ‘for inspection’.
I couldn’t believe it but he continued to ignore me while I stood there, still checking something in his files. I knew he could see me, I knew he was watching me with my skirt up humiliated in front of him, I knew he was enjoying this power he had over me. He looked up finally, and I felt his eyes land on my crotch, critical, assessing.
‘Did you disobey me on purpose, or did you have a good reason, Molly?’ he asked eventually, his voice cutting.
I wanted to yell at him that I wore the damn belt, what more did he want from me?
‘I didn’t disobey you,’ I said, my voice high and shaking, ‘I’m wearing the stupid belt.’ What more did he want from me?
‘I told you to shave, you slut. Like a good girl. But I can still see plenty of hair down here, where I should only be able to see smooth, soft flesh.’
His fingers ran up my inner thigh as he spoke and my skin trembled at the feeling of him touching me. Absurdly, I wanted him to touch me more.
‘Well?’ he said, his voice demanding. ‘What have you got to say for yourself?’
‘I-’ my voice broke, then my resolve hardened. ‘I’m not going to shave just because you told me to. It’s not fair and I shouldn’t have to.’
‘You’re not doing particularly well at being a good girl, today, are you?’ Mr Hunter’s voice was sarcastic and dry. ‘You know, there will be a punishment.’
I was so angry I didn’t think. ‘You don’t have any right-’
I broke off as he interrupted me.
‘To punish you? You’re an ill-disciplined slut who wants this firm to keep paying her excessive wages. If you want that to continue, Molly, you’ll keep doing exactly as I tell you. Take the belt off.’
‘What?’ I said, my voice high and squeaky.
‘I said, take the belt off, Molly. While I sit here and watch.’
Fingers trembling, I fumbled at the buckles, pulling them loose. I didn’t want him to see my pussy naked. I didn’t!
‘Drop it to the floor,’ Mr Hunter said, his voice cold and flat, not allowing me to disobey.
I let the belt drop, horrified to know that he could see my naked crotch.
‘We’re going to punish this slutty pussy today, aren’t we Molly?’ Mr Hunter said, his voice civil and urbane again. ‘We’ll see if that teaches you to be obedient. Keep your skirt where it is and walk over to the coffee table over there.’
My cheeks red with a mixture of anger and humiliation, my heart beating fast in my chest, I walked over to the coffee table, facing away from him. I heard him taking something out of a cabinet and fear started to grow inside me. What was he going to do to me?
‘Bend over,’ Mr Hunter said, his voice implacable. ‘Hands on the coffee table. Knees straight. Show me that slutty slit of yours.’
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