Pixie Isobella

‘She’s pretty hot stuff,’ said Mr Baldwin. ‘I’ve been tempted to get her into my office to fuck on several occasions. I bet she’d like to be bent over my desk and rammed full of cock.’ I flushed at his words, knowing they were true.

Chapter 1 of Molly’s Cage is here.

Molly’s Cage: Chapter 17

[Femsub maledom office erotica with non-consent, discipline, chastity belts and lactation]

‘She learns quite quickly,’ my boss, Mr Hunter, said to Mr Baldwin. ‘But she is driven by her cunt and her desire for cock.’

I’m not, I wanted to cry out. At least I wasn’t until I met you. I knew how bad the words would sound, however. I had also been trained by the months now in Mr Hunter’s control to be silent and respectful.

‘Mind if I touch her?’ Mr Baldwin asked, and I flinched again.

‘Not at all,’ said Mr Hunter suavely. ‘That’s why I invited you down, in fact. She’s at the stage where she really needs to be able to please more than one man with her charms. Aren’t you, Molly?’

I didn’t answer, my only reply a squeak of humiliation as Mr Baldwin pulled up a chair and I felt his cool hand stroking down my cheek.

‘She’s pretty,’ he said approvingly, ‘and from what I can see of her body, she’s built for pleasure. I can see why she thinks about men and fucking all day.’

I didn’t, I wanted to wail. Not before. Not until Mr Hunter put me in a chastity belt and shoved a dildo inside me to wear all day.

I didn’t speak though as Mr Baldwin’s exploring fingers stroked across the tip of my sensitive nipple. I had grown used to Mr Hunter touching me, although I still felt over-exposed every single time. This was so much worse. I didn’t even know Mr Baldwin, another partner in the law firm where I worked, except from down the end of the big table at the occasional all-staff meetings.

I wanted to yell at Mr Hunter that he couldn’t just loan my breasts out to people to fondle. I bit my lip as I realised that he could, though. Of course, he could. Mr Baldwin’s cool hand closed around the full roundness of my breast and I blushed as he squeezed hard, starting to massage the soft flesh.

‘You are a slut, aren’t you, Molly?’ he said, a note of amusement in his voice. ‘I can’t imagine any other women who work here just letting me walk up to them and touch their breasts.’ He permitted himself a minor snigger.

‘I…’ I said, unable to keep quiet as the man flicked a dismissive fingernail across my sensitive nipple. ‘I’m not a slut,’ I said finally, blushing hotly as he kept fondling my breast.

I couldn’t win, I knew I couldn’t. If I complained, Mr Hunter would call me disobedient and if I didn’t complain he would call me a slut. I flushed as I felt my arousal increasing from Mr Baldwin’s groping my boob and I caught myself wondering what it would be like if he fucked me.

‘So you don’t think about fucking all day?’ asked Mr Baldwin, amused. ‘You don’t spend your days with a thick rod shoved up inside you?’

Yes, but… I wanted to argue but I knew it would be pointless. Mr Baldwin kept speaking.

‘You don’t wish every time that your hole clenches around that dildo inside you that it was some man’s stiff dick? You don’t spread your legs at your desk for Hunter here to watch, secretly hoping that today he’ll fuck you?’

‘N-no!’ I said, flushing as I heard the lie in my own voice, wishing that Mr Baldwin wasn’t using such crude language. ‘At least…’

‘Be quiet, Molly,’ said Mr Hunter, his voice a sharp reprimand. I flushed hotly, my eyes wet with angry tears as I realised how I had betrayed myself again. He flicked a finger or reproof against my cheek and I jumped.

‘Believe it or not,’ he said to Mr Baldwin. ‘She is actually much more obedient than she was. She’s responding excellently to the treatments as well. Even if nothing else, I think we can tell how much of a slut she is by how much her udders have grown.’

He smiled down at me and I could hear the rich approval in his voice. ‘She’s already producing nearly a litre each day, would you believe it? I do want to get it up to at least two litres, but I never saw such a good little dairy cow.’

I flushed hotly, embarrassed by his words and their hands on my naked boobs, fondling and stroking. I was also embarrassed by the flood of hot pleasure that ran through me at his words. He thought I was a good dairy cow! I had pleased him!

They fell into a quiet conversation about a case they were working on together and I sat silently, wondering what I had done to fall into this situation that Mr Hunter had put me into. I had no idea how to extricate myself and — possibly worse — I still had no idea if I even wanted to.

After a long time, where I spaced out and just let them touch me, I came back into the room with a shock at a mildly-voiced question from Mr Baldwin.

‘Can I fuck her?’

No, no, please no, I thought, desperately embarrassed, while my cunt pulsed with sudden, intense need. After so long, I couldn’t believe that maybe I was finally going to get a cock inside me.

I tried to dampen down my immediate enthusiastic arousal and remind myself that I didn’t even know him. I tried to tell myself that Mr Hunter couldn’t just tell people that they could fuck me… My pussy clenched in desperate arousal at the thought of Mr Baldwin — or any man, really — fucking me after this long time.

‘Please do,’ Mr Hunter said again, the sound of the words sending shivers of fear and excited anticipation down my skin. ‘She’ll be wet and ready for you. And she knows how important it is that girls like her please men who want them. Molly! Use your hands to get Mr Baldwin hard. You like men to be hard, don’t you?’

Blushing, I kept looking down as Mr Baldwin adjusted himself so that his legs were on either side of my kneeling body. I heard the telltale clack of him unbuckling his belt and the soft sounds of him loosening his trousers. I knelt still, almost paralysed.

I couldn’t let Mr Baldwin fuck me! I didn’t even know him! And Mr Hunter had no right to tell the other man he could fuck me. My face was red hot with sheer humiliation, burning so brightly that I thought it would catch fire.

‘I…’ I said, my voice stammering over the words I wanted to say, knowing that I was going to betray myself again.

‘Is the slut on birth control?’ Mr Baldwin asked, his cool calm voice sliding right over the top of my attempt to make myself heard.

‘I believe so,’ said Mr Hunter. ‘Isn’t that right, Molly?’

‘Yes, Sir,’ I said, blushing hotter red if possible, wondering why I was able to answer him calmly, when I couldn’t make my voice heard otherwise.

‘Good,’ said Mr Baldwin, rubbing casual fingers across my cheek where I knelt at his feet. ‘I’ll fuck you bare, girl. You’ll like that.’

I moaned unbidden at the thought of him inside me, someone inside me, finally filling me and emptying himself into me.

‘She will indeed,’ said Mr Hunter dryly, and I flinched wondering if he could read my mind. ‘Molly! Turn around and do your job! Mr Baldwin is offering to honour you with his member and his seed, the least you can do is be punctual.’

I gulped and turned on my knees, looking up at Mr Baldwin.

‘I c-can’t,’ I said, flushing again, feeling hotly embarrassed as I saw his hand on his stiffening shaft, rising into the air above his trousers. He was kneading his shaft gently and I flushed as I imagined it inside me, what it would feel like. I wanted him so badly, I didn’t even know why I was arguing. ‘It’s wrong, I…’ I broke off.

‘What did you think I was here for?’ Mr Baldwin asked, an amused sound in his voice again. ‘The pleasure of your company? Hunter said you were ready for a man inside you. Get your hands up here on my shaft and start giving me a good time.’

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