Pixie Isobella

‘Say ‘thank you, Sir’,’ my boss said, after he had finished locking me back into the chastity belt. ‘Thank you, Sir,’ I said, my voice sounding wooden. I didn’t know how I was meant to thank him for forcing me to wear a dildo and a chastity belt all day. I was going to die, I knew I was. Chapter 1 of Molly’s Cage is here.

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Molly’s Cage: Chapter 7

The day at work was torture. I couldn’t ever get comfortable. It didn’t matter how I sat, the thick dildo inside me pushed deeply into me, making me want to gasp at the pleasure-pain feeling. My entrance, forced wide open all day, complained constantly. My cunt kept clenching and relaxing, unable to process the persistent, unrelenting invasion.

Walking around the office was almost worse than sitting. With every step, I felt the toy inside me, rubbing against me. Embarrassed, I was convinced that everyone could tell that I was wearing a large object deep inside me.

It didn’t help that Mr Hunter kept giving me active work to do. He gave me tasks that required me to walk around the office, collecting files, taking files back to the archives down in the basement or simply photocopying documents. With every step, I felt the rough leather of the chastity belt and the thick stiffness of the dildo inside me.

By the end of the day, I was desperate all over again. I wanted to go to the bathroom and to get the dildo back out of me. I was so wet between my legs from the constant, day-long penetration that I was surprised that the cushion of my desk chair wasn’t soaking wet. I felt hot and desperate between my legs. I wanted to fuck. I wanted to cum.

Mr Hunter made me work right through closing time, until after all the other employees and partners had gone home. Then, when he was returning to his office after visiting the bathroom, he told me to stand up and follow him into his office. Hating him for his unfairness — and hating myself for my obedience — I stood up and followed.

‘Sit down on your stool, Molly,’ he said suavely.

Blushing, still wondering while I was obeying, I walked over and sat down on the saddle-chair again, my skirt riding up to my waist.

‘Look at you,’ Mr Hunter said dismissively, his eyes sliding down my body to rest on my hips and thighs where my skirt had made my groin visible. ‘I don’t think you’re getting any better behaved. Good girls don’t enjoy being punished but I’m pretty sure you did today.’

I just glared at him. ‘No, I didn’t!’ I flushed at the words. ‘You’re horrible! Why are you treating me like this?’

‘Because you deserve it, Molly,’ Mr Hunter said urbanely, pouring himself a drink of whiskey and taking a sip. ‘I’m trying to teach you not to enjoy cock. But some sluts are irredeemable. I bet that if I pushed you forward over my desk, your hole would be wet and warm, available, open and ready for me to slide my cock straight into. Wouldn’t it, Molly?’

I didn’t answer, biting down hard to stop myself from yelling at him.

He didn’t seem to want an answer anyway.

‘I bet I could get right inside you with one good thrust,’ he said reflectively, taking a sip of his drink. ‘You’d like that, wouldn’t you? You enjoy a big, hard man inside you, don’t you, Molly? That’s all you’re thinking about right now, isn’t it? My thick rod inside you, stabbing into that soft flesh. Inseminating you. Breeding you.’

‘N-no,’ I said, tears starting in my eyes, knowing I was lying, knowing that he knew I was lying. I couldn’t stop thinking about what it would feel like if he used me. That’s all I had been able to think about all day — what if he rubbed his hard thickness up and down a couple of times along my pussy, and then slid into me, hard and thick, filling me, using me in the place where I was so desperate and needy.

Mr Hunter just laughed, walking over and tilting my face up to look at him with his thumb under my chin.

‘Look at you,’ he murmured. ‘Little slut with your skirt up around your hips. Bending over this morning. Showing me your hole,’ he said meanly. ‘I know what you look like down there, Molly. Do you want me to use you down there, Molly?’

‘No. Yes,’ I whispered, unable to lie while he was standing over me and looking directly into my eyes.

‘Your body is panting around that thick dildo right now, isn’t it? Your brain is telling you that it needs to take cock. A man’s cock. Aren’t you?’

‘Yes,’ I whispered, tears of humiliation sliding down my face. ‘C-can I go home now please?’

‘So you can touch yourself? No,’ Mr Hunter said flatly. ‘Go and make me a coffee. The same as last night. Then we’ll talk about when you can go home.’

Flushing red hot, I went out to the kitchen, making Mr Hunter a coffee and bringing it back to his office. Then he made me kneel at his feet while he sat in his comfortable armchair, taking out some files. He had finished his whiskey and he took a long sip of his coffee.

‘I’ve got a late night,’ he said, assessing which file he should read first. ‘You’re going to make it a bit more pleasurable for me. Aren’t you, Molly?’

‘Yes, Sir,’ I whispered, still uncomfortable with the dildo inside me, still wishing I could go to the bathroom.

‘Sit quietly and don’t move. Keep your eyes lowered,’ Mr Hunter said. ‘Show me how good you can be.’

Swallowing hard, flushing bright red at what I was doing, I lowered my eyes. I couldn’t believe Mr Hunter was just sitting there, making me kneel uncomfortably on the floor, while he read and I had to just sit and be still.

He flicked on some music and settled himself more comfortably into his chair, the atmosphere in the room becoming almost friendly and relaxing, except that I was still forced to kneel at my boss’ feet, wearing an uncomfortable, humiliating chastity belt and a dildo inside me.

I gasped in surprise when lazy, relaxed fingertips dropped downwards and Mr Hunter started to run them across my nipples through my work shirt. I flashed look up at him, unable to believe what he was doing, but he just snapped at me.

‘Eyes down, Molly!’

Flushing, I lowered my eyes again, unsure why it was my job to sit here while he played with my breasts. Mr Hunter’s wandering fingers flickered across my hard nipples for a long time, while he hummed gently in time with the music.

I swallowed when I felt him undoing first my top button, then the second and third buttons. Then I had to force my breathing to slow when his wandering fingers slid inside my shirt and bra, started to grope my breasts skin-to-skin.

‘You have good full breasts, Molly,’ he said once, squeezing one of my breasts firmly between fingers and thumb. ‘Built to please a man. You’ve filled out since you got those squalid photos done.’

‘Yes, Sir,’ I whispered, blushing, hating the objectifying feeling of him talking to me about my breasts.

‘I’m going to touch you every night like this, until your training is over. If you’re going to behave like a slut, you should expect to be treated like one.’

He teased one of my nipples between finger and thumb as he spoke and I hated how the feeling sent an immediate flush of heat into my groin. I didn’t know why I had to get aroused from him touching me like this, from him talking to me like this.

‘No words?’ Mr Hunter chuckled, taking a last sip of his coffee. ‘Maybe you are learning after all.’ He started packing his files away. ‘I’ll give you a lift home tonight and I’ll fetch you in the morning. I want to keep you under my eye.’

I flushed at the thought of the extra time spent with him, in the intimate space of his car.

Mr Hunter was still speaking. ‘You have the same rules tonight as yesterday. You’ll keep that belt on until you get home. No touching yourself overnight, I’ll know if you do. No orgasms until I tell you that you’re allowed. Put the belt back on in the morning before you get into my car. Wash the dildo and put it back inside yourself.’

‘N-no, please,’ I said, driven to speak finally. ‘I c-can’t. Not a second day!’

‘A second and a third and fourth,’ Mr Hunter said sharply. ‘As long as I choose. Until you can convince me that you’re no longer a slut. Now, do up your buttons and put your breasts straight! I would have thought you’d be ashamed to sit there like that, with your boobs out on display like that.’

Flushing, I obeyed, wondering why I was letting him treat me like this.

‘And tonight,’ he said, ‘don’t forget to shave!’

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