"Exactly, room to grow. That's the best way to put it. Most of all, I appreciate his obedience."
She put her hand on my head and pressed me a little harder against her cunt. She ran her fingers through my hair like I was a good doggy.
"Yes, I know. You're right. I stood you up. Why don't you have another cup of coffee and I'll be on my way?”
"See you in a bit, Babette. Kisses."
Still holding onto my hair, she pushed me away and I felt a breeze on my wet face.
"You heard it, Daniel. I'm afraid I have to go. Will you call me a cab?"
"I can drive you."
"No, Daniel, look at yourself. You’re all disheveled and must be about to burst out of your cage. You better take a cold shower first."
With a heavy heart, I rose from where I was still kneeling and ordered a taxi. It took me ages until I was put through. When I finally gave my address, Michelle was already dressed, standing next to me. She only wore her boots and the short dress. Underwear wasn't her thing anyway. She grabbed my wallet from where it lay next to the phone.
"I'll just take the cab fare. You really are a sweetheart, Daniel."
With these words she pulled a hundred bucks out of my purse and all I could do was nod. A quick pat on my butt, little kisses on both cheeks and she was out the door. I looked after her piningly. Then I took a cold shower.
The Visit
The cold shower helped only a little. But it didn’t take long for the memory of the day to cause a restlessness in my cock cage. I somehow got through the evening watching television and preparing some supper. Once I lay in bed though, sleep wouldn’t come. And when I nodded off, I kept waking up from wet dreams and that nasty pressure around my cock.
I tried to distract myself with mental arithmetics, but that only helped to a limited extent. Soon I was cursing the device between my thighs. But that was what Michelle wanted. And I could only hope that she would soon reward my willingness to wear this for her and allow me to cum. First, she had to get in touch, of course. I still didn't have her number. And I didn't dare ask Bastian about it. I didn't want to tell him that I was actually wearing a cock cage now. I was ashamed and as far as I was concerned, the less said about it the better. So I waited.
I spent Sunday checking and rechecking whether you could see the penis cage under my clothes. But apparently that wasn't the case, not as long as I wasn’t wearing super tight pants. Nevertheless, when I entered my company's office building, I had the impression that everyone was staring at my crotch. The worst part was when I had to share the elevator with Dorit, a notorious gossip from HR. She was always keen to learn more about her colleagues' private lives than was any of her business. I was, of course, a favorite object of her snooping, and her mockery tended to sting.
"Oh, hello, Daniel. How was your weekend? Exciting as ever?"
"How nice of you to ask, but you know I like it quiet."
"Yes, sure, you old number juggler. Pretending to be boring to the outside world, when you’re really quite a wild one in private, aren’t you?"
She laughed hysterically at her silly joke.
"But seriously, Daniel, how's your love life? Any news?"
She had this way of looking at me as if she could make me answer by sheer force of will, then her glance dipped to my crotch for a few seconds. Instinctively, I covered myself with my briefcase.
"Don't worry, I won't hurt you,” she said, grinning a gloating smirk.
Glad to have reached my floor, I left the elevator in relief. I heard her mocking laughter behind me. For some reason, I seemed to have a talent for drawing out malice in women. After a week's sickleave, a lot of work had stacked up on my desk and the morning flew by. I decided to spend my lunch break in my office because I wanted to be alone. All the young trainees in their sexy outfits would only make me nervous again. But then I got a call from the security guy at reception.
"Mr. Hoffmann, there are two young ladies here to see you."
In the background, I could clearly make out Michelle's voice.
Tell him to come down!
"I wonder if you could come down to reception for a minute."
"I'll be right there. One minute."
Jesus Christ, what was Michelle doing here? And who was the second woman? I hurriedly locked my office, because I didn't want Michelle to make a fuss. Of course, I met Dorit on the elevator again. She was talking to one of the board members.
"Hello Daniel, did you get back into the swing of things after your time-out?"
The Chief Human Resources Officer, Dr. Schmidt, just nodded in greeting.
"Thank you Dorit, I feel much better."
The lobby was busy, as it always was around lunchtime. Nevertheless, the two women standing next to reception stood out in their sexy outfits. Michelle in her tight, slit leather skirt, bright red patent pumps and laced top, and the other woman in tight jeans with a silver belt and a transparent white silk blouse. She also wore silver booties, but what made her stand out most were her Asian features and dark skin, topped with a long mane of long black hair. She was a head shorter than Michelle, but somehow she seemed more present. When Michelle saw me, she waved.
"Hello, Daniel, here we are,” she shouted loudly across the lobby.
Pretty much everybody turned around. Dorit, in particular, kept an eye on me. In order not to miss anything, she put on her glasses, which she usually only wore at her desk. The board member left, apparently in quite a hurry. I assumed he wanted to get away from Dorit as quickly as possible. I hurried to Michelle and she hugged me as if were finding back to each other after years of longing. Her hand was on my ass. Her breath smelled of sweet alcohol. When she pulled away, she pointed to her companion
"This is Babette, she really wanted to meet you,” she explained
I shook hands with Babette and saw her mocking grin with a certain uneasiness. I remembered that she knew about the little accessory in my pants.
"Nice to meet you Babette."
"Yes, I was curious about you too, Daniel."
Her smile deepened as she stared into my crotch. I was aware of the many looks and said:
"Let's go for a drink. My treat?"
They followed me outside and I amused myself thinking about Dorit's amazed face back inside. We crossed the wide street and took a seat in bistro in a smaller adjacent one with less traffic. Michelle ordered ice cream and Babette a glass of prosecco. I wondered at her drinking alcohol so early in the day, but I said nothing. I ordered sparking water.
"Well, Daniel, how are you?"
"Thanks, I'm just getting back to work."
"I mean with the cock cage."
I flinched at her vulgar words, nervously looking around to see if anyone could hear us. The bistro was close to work and a popular lunch spot, after all.
"Michelle, please. Not so loud."
"He's ashamed," Babette said without any pity in her dark voice.
"You have absolutely no reason to be ashamed, Daniel. You agreed to my wish and should be proud that I am dedicating myself to you," Michelle clarified a little angrily.
Of course, that was when the waiter brought our drinks and ice cream. The waiter, probably a Croatian, looked at me a little pityingly. I ignored him as best I could. She had dedicated herself to me. The expression seemed a little inappropriate. But after thinking about it for a bit, I found that described the situation pretty well. We weren’t exactly cultivating an equal and normal relationship.
"You're right, Michelle,” I said. "I'm glad we're together."
My eyes fell on Babette's blouse. Her round and bulging breasts were clearly visible in the transparent blouse. Her sporty and muscular body fascinated me in a strange way. My cock twitched violently in its cage. Michelle noticed me looking at her friend.
"Babette is a personal trainer. You can book them her you want to lose weight quickly and effectively or if you generally want to do something for your fitness level."
She was looking in a way t
hat clearly seemed to suggest that I could do with some of that. She was right, I was visibly out of shape.
"Give me a week at boot camp and you have a great lover who deserves the title," Babette said and looked at me disparagingly. She grabbed at my barely present biceps and gave it a powerful squeeze. It hurt, and I swallowed a little groan.
"Bootcamp?" I asked, stupidly.
"She set up a training camp just out of town in an old quarry. You wouldn't believe how many hipsters love to get bossed around by her. It's all the rage."
I was glad I wasn't a hipster and really hoped I would never be at the mercy of this woman. Perhaps everything would have turned out differently, had I known then that exactly the opposite would end up happening. I was still fascinated by Babette’s boobs, though.
"And I see your interest in tits has not waned," Michelle noted.
She seemed a little vulgar today. It was probably a consequence of early alcohol consumption.
I quickly turned my eyes away from Babette's blouse gave Michelle a guilty look. She didn't seem angry as much as she was amused, though.
"It's the chastity device. If they can't jerk off for a few days, they lose all inhibitions," Babette said in her dark voice.
I wondered who exactly she meant by they.
"Is Babette right? Does your abstinence bother you, Daniel?"
It was hard to deny this. Of course, I suffered from forced chastity. So, I nodded.
"Yes, a little. Don't you think you could open the cage soon?"
"Why Daniel?"
"You know."
"Of course, I know what you want, but I want to hear it from you."
"Well, so that I, well... um, you know."
"I don't think he knows what he wants," Babette said with a laugh.
She ordered a second glass of prosecco and Michelle ordered a shot of Jack Daniels. They seemed pretty hyper to me.
"Go ahead, say it! What do you want?" Michelle asked me, her voice stern.
"I'd like to ejaculate."
The two women laughed out loud. They seemed very amused by my choice of words. But then Michelle shook her head.
"No, Daniel, no one cares what you want. I alone will decide whether I grant you an orgasm. You have to get used to controlling yourself. But let's see, if you're good today, who knows?"
Babette looked at me mockingly. She seemed to like seeing me in need. Actually, I felt like ordering a shot now, but I held back. The presence of two women so erotic made me nervous. But Michelle's next words stunned me.
"Babette wants to see the cage."
I looked at Michelle in disbelief, but she seemed serious. Then I looked at Babette and saw a mocking grin. This Asian witch would not be denied humiliating me in this way.
"Show her the pictures," I said, pointing to her smartphone on the table.
"She's seen them already."
I looked at Michelle unable to hide my shock.
"She wouldn't have believed me that you put that thing on voluntarily, otherwise," she explained.
She seemed really proud of her achievement in getting me to do this. So what choice did I have? I gave in to the idea of dropping my pants in front of Babette. Michelle knocked back the rest of her Jack Daniels and Babette did the same with her drink. Then Michelle flicked her fingers to the waiter.
"Check please!"
He looked at me smugly and asked:
"Your treat?"
"Of course," I snapped and dropped a fifty euro note on the table as casually as I could.
Then we got up. It was time to go back to the office as well. We had flextime, but my team manager didn't like it when we outstayed our lunch break.
"Do you want to come to my place tonight?" I asked Michelle.
"No, Daniel. We'll go to your office. You can drop your pants there."
"But that's impossible. Only company staff can come in."
"Don't make it so complicated. The man at reception was very kind to us. He won't be a problem."
I could well imagine that the old, horny goat had flirted with the two girls. So, I gave up, because by now I knew that Michelle wouldn't let herself be discouraged if she had set her mind to something. Indeed, the guy at reception didn't cause any problems and issued two visitor passes for my cousins. He entered "private" as the reason for their visit. This came very close to the truth. He opened the visitor lock and we made it into the elevator before Dorit could make another appearance.
Michelle and Babette giggled in the corridor and Michelle pushed me forward with a hand on my ass. I was relieved when I could lock the door behind us. When Michelle tried to light a cigarette, I pointed out the smoke detector on the ceiling.
"I don’t like it here,” she said pouting, then gave me an impatient nod. “Well, go ahead, Daniel."
Both women sat down on my desk and looked at me expectantly. I stood with my back to the door and opened my belt. My pants slipped down and then I pulled at my briefs. Babette laughed a little stupidly when I raised myself up.
"Can I see it without?" she asked.
Michelle nodded and waved me closer. With my pants around my ankles, stumbled towards her. The phone rang, but I ignored it. Michelle took the necklace with the key from around her neck. She slipped off the table and bent down. Then I heard the clicking again and breathed deeply at the sudden, unfamiliar freedom. My cock immediately took the opportunity to swell. Michelle raised herself up again and pointed at my stiffening dick.
"Now you see why I have to lock him up. He has no self-control at all."
Babette nodded understandingly. I preferred not to say anything. I was just embarrassed by the whole situation. The phone rang again. More impatient this time, it seemed to me. Michelle picked up the phone briefly before hanging up again.
"There’s no way to get it back in the cage like this," she said, looking at my erection.
"I want to get out of here. This place really sucks," Babette complained.
"All right, Daniel. You'll get your way. On your knees."
I went down on my knees before her and she took my erection and placed it between her calves.
"Come on, hurry up."
She didn’t have to tell me twice, no matter how humiliating it was. I quickly started to thrust my hard shaft back and forth. I didn't even care that Babette was watching me. My pent-up lust pushed aside all inhibitions.
"My goodness, how perverse is that?" asked Babette gloatingly. "Like a poodle on a sofa cushion."
Michelle just laughed.
"Well, when it comes to shooting his load, he knows no shame."
She put my head between her hands and forced me to look up to her. I could already feel cum starting to travel through my pipes.
"Come on, my little piglet. Cum for me," Michelle said, cheering me on.
Groaning loudly, I squirted. Both women applauded. I looked at the sticky stain on the carpet in shame. Michelle gave me a wet wipe to clean my dick with. Then she immediately locked it up again. I walked them back outside, as required by company regulations. The guard unlocked the visitor entrance and Michelle kissed me goodbye.
"We still need cab fare," she added.
I pulled out my wallet, but only found a hundred euro note, which I gave her. She smiled and put it down her neckline. Just before they reached the revolving door, both women waved to me again. I waved back, but then I saw Dorit standing by the elevator. She must have been watching us the whole time. I knew that my private lady visit would soon make the rounds and how Dorit would interpret the scene she had just observed. I was forced to get into the elevator with her.
"Well, Daniel, I see you've had a pleasant work day. I hope the ladies were worth their money."
"You misunderstand the situation, Dorit.” I said, shaking my head. “They were my cousins and..."
She laughed. "Yeah, sure. Your cousins. You're a real joker. But that you seem intent on taking your amorous escapades to work... well I don't know."
I remained silent. No words wo
uld improve the situation. She had formed her opinion and I had no further intention of justifying myself. So I got off the elevator and hurried to my office. I tried to remove the stain on the floor with soap and water before it dried up. While I was kneeling on the floor and working my way through the stain, there was a knock on the door. Without waiting for an answer, Dr. Schmidt entered the room.
"Mr. Hoffmann, what are you doing?"
A little dizzy, I got up from the floor.
"Uh, hello, Dr. Schmidt, uh, I spilled something."
"That's what we have a cleaning service for, Hoffmann. You must have more important things to do."
"What can I do for you, Dr. Schmidt?"
"Well, I couldn’t get you on the phone earlier. So, I thought I’d stop by in person. I just wanted to ask about your visitor earlier, well, why were these ladies visiting you here at the office?"
"My cousins. They’re interested in my work. It won’t happen again. I mean a private visit during working hours, I definitely see that it may not be entirely appropriate."
"Oh, the lovely young ladies were your cousins."
I could tell that he didn't believe a word I said, but somehow he didn't seem angry. I wasn’t quite sure where he was going with this.
"Well, that explains a lot. Don't worry about it, Hoffmann, I think family is important. Family ties should be cultivated. We all know how important work-life balance is. Sometimes a man needs some... relaxation, doesn’t he?"
I just nodded.
"So, if it doesn’t turn into a habit, don’t worry about your visitors. See you, Hoffman.”
He patted me on the back and left my office. Bemused, I stood there, still holding a wet sponge. You could definitely no longer call my life boring.
Desperate
I didn’t hear from Michelle for a few days. I tried to clean my caged cock by taking long baths, trying to make sure it did not start to smell. That worked out well enough. What it didn’t do, was helping me get my lust under control. Every halfway decent-looking woman on the street or at the supermarket checkout made me start fantasizing again. In the evenings in my apartment I thought only of Michelle. I imagined her smile, the way she smelled down there and the erotic way she moved. When the pressure in the cage became too much to bear, I turned to my numbers, but mostly my thoughts quickly ended up back with Michelle.
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