‘N-no, please,’ I said, driven to speak finally. ‘I c-can’t. Not a second day!’ Mr Hunter was implacable. ‘Yes, you will,’ he said sharply. ‘You’ll wear the chastity belt as long as I choose, Molly. Until you can convince me that you’re no longer a slut.’ Chapter 1 of Molly’s Cage is here.
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Molly’s Cage: Chapter 8
Being driven home by Mr Hunter was embarrassing. I sat uncomfortably next to him in the passenger seat, feeling the constant presence of the dildo inside me.
Getting ready to meet him in the morning was even more embarrassing.
I didn’t want to put the dildo inside myself but I knew he would ask if I had done it and maybe even insist on seeing. I knew enough by now that he would put the dildo inside me himself if he realised that I wasn’t wearing it. I pulled the chastity belt on, flushing at how it was starting to feel normal. It was the third day and I was getting used to it and I didn’t like it.
I hadn’t shaved my pussy. I refused to shave. Mr Hunter couldn’t make me. This was a border I wasn’t crossing.
The trip back into work was humiliating. Mr Hunter smiled at me as I got in and buckled myself up.
‘Good morning, Molly. Have you got your belt on? And the dildo inside your vagina?’
‘Yes, Sir,’ I said, looking straight ahead, my cheeks burning as though they were on fire.
‘That’s a good girl. You’re going to be better for me today, aren’t you? You’re not going to think about fucking as much, are you?’
‘No, Sir,’ I whispered, wanting to scream at him that the only reason I was thinking about sex all day was because of the chastity belt and the dildo.
‘Good,’ he said, his voice sounding like warm, rich treacle. ‘I can tell you haven’t been touching yourself either. That’s very good. We’ll teach you to be a good girl yet!’
Mr Hunter’s warmth ended abruptly once we were in his office. Seated in his lounge chair, he made me pull my skirt up again so that he could ‘inspect’ me again. I obeyed, standing with my eyes on the wall, blushing hotly at the thought of him looking at me with my skirt pulled up.
‘You haven’t shaved, Molly,’ Mr Hunter said, sounding disappointed. ‘I thought we were finally getting somewhere with you.’
‘I shouldn’t have to shave,’ I said. ‘I shouldn’t have to do any of this.’
‘I can see I’m going to have to punish you,’ said Mr Hunter and a cold sliver of fear ran up my spine at the satisfied tone of his voice. ‘The second day in a row. It’s just as well we arrived so much earlier than everyone else. Go and kneel next to the coffee table. Leave your skirt up around your hips.’
Flushing hotly, I obeyed, wondering fearfully what he was going to do. I knelt waiting for him, feeling ridiculously exposed with the skirt pulled up around my waist. Anyone who walked into his office would see me, my butt fully exposed with only the thin strap up the back of the chastity belt.
Finally, Mr Hunter came across to me, carrying a leather overnight bag. I looked at it with distrust, scared as to what he was going to do.
He sat down on the lounge in front of me and stroked gentle fingers down the side of my face. His face was kind and even though I knew it was an act, I almost believed it.
‘Such a sweet girl,’ he said. ‘It’s such a pity I have to treat you like this. I wish you would just be good and obedient. Every time you don’t follow my orders, I have to punish you. I know you don’t like it, but none of this is about what you like. Now, open your mouth for me, darling.’
He slapped my cheek gently, not painfully, and in shock I opened my mouth. Then I gasped and tried to pull away as Mr Hunter expertly fed a gag into my mouth — a large O-shaped ring that sat behind my teeth and pulled my jaw wide open.
Horrified, I tried to spit it back out and pull away from him but he was too quick for me, clipping the straps behind my head and pulling them tight.
I stared at Mr Hunter with wide eyes, unable to believe what he had done to my mouth. I tried to force my mouth closed but of course I couldn’t.
‘Take it out,’ I tried to say, but the sounds just came out as incomprehensible garbage, and I blushed, hotly embarrassed.
‘I like you like this,’ Mr Hunter chuckled, holding onto the straps along the side of my face. ‘I can see right inside your mouth, Molly. Maybe we should make the junior staff wear these more often. Less backtalk would certainly be pleasant.’
He laughed at me as I struggled to swallow the saliva that was building in my mouth. I glared at him, wanting to yell at him that he needed to take it off me.
‘Get used to it, Molly,’ Mr Hunter said unfeelingly.
He chuckled. ‘I would have thought this wouldn’t be a shock for you. This gag is designed to force you to take cock in your mouth, after all. And you think about that all day, don’t you?’
He ran a teasing finger around the ring inside my mouth and I flushed with fear, trying to pull away. I couldn’t, he was holding too tightly onto the straps on the gag.
‘With a gag like this on,’ he said, his voice deliberately cold. ‘Any man can stick his shaft in your mouth and you can’t stop him. But don’t worry. We’re not doing that today. I hope I won’t have to punish you that way.’
I gasped as he stroked my hair back out of my eyes, smiling down at me. My mouth felt so exposed in the gag and I hated him.
‘I will discipline you with my cock if I have to, Molly. Don’t be under any misapprehension about that. But for now…’ Mr Hunter paused, grabbing hold of the harness on my head. ‘Right now, I want you lying down on your back on this coffee table. Up you get!’
He made me stand up and moved me around physically to sit on the large, low coffee table. Then he pushed me back to lie on my back, my head at one end, my butt at the other. I was panting fast with fear, I didn’t know what he was going to do, and I felt so vulnerable and exposed lying on my back on the low coffee table, with him standing over me.
‘Are you going to be good, Molly?’ Mr Hunter asked.
I glared at him again, unable to talk and choking because I was still working out how to swallow with my mouth forced open. Mr Hunter chuckled, carelessly, meanly.
‘Oh, I forgot, you can’t talk!’ he said, and I knew he was lying. He had already known I couldn’t talk and he was enjoying it way too much.
He grabbed my arms and pulled them carelessly up above my head, and I felt my eyes widen in shock as he strapped each wrist and elbow easily with some kind of strap attached to the table. He stroked my cheek again, looking into my eyes.
‘You brought this on yourself,’ he said, kindly but firmly. ‘I can’t have you disobeying my orders, Molly. Let’s put you on display a little, shall we? Just how you like it. I haven’t seen these boobs yet today.’
I flushed red hot in embarrassment as he undid the buttons on my white work shirt, then pulled down my bra. He manhandled each of my breasts out of my bra, so they were fully in the air, the nipples hardening in the cool, morning air. Mr Hunter ran his fingernails across the nipples, teasing them, and grinned as I gasped with immediate pleasure.
‘Slut,’ he murmured. ‘Good girls don’t display their breasts like this. Do they, Molly? Good girls don’t like link being touched like this.’ He fingered my nipple between finger and thumb, his eyes meeting mine with laughter in them. ‘Good girls don’t lie on their backs letting men touch them. I guess you probably are just a slut, aren’t you?’
I wanted to yell at him that this was all his doing but I couldn’t so I just glared at him. He chuckled carelessly at my glare. I wanted to roll away from him, but restrained as my arms were, I couldn’t. Mr Hunter kept stroking my breast, demonstrating to me how he could just touch me how he wanted.
‘Now,’ he said. ‘Let’s deal with between your legs, shall we?’
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