That was Saturday morning, and for the next week things had returned to how they had previously been the month they’d known each other. A good morning text exchange, some more texts over their lunch times about their days, and a short phone call in the evening to say goodnight. Two weeks in chastity with only a single, unsatisfying, orgasm Friday night were beginning to take its toll on M; he was growing anxious to see Charlie again, wanted nothing more than his cage off to play and have a real orgasm, and found his cock throbbed and leaked any time he saw a text or call from her.
M was reluctant to share his “problems” with Charlie; he didn’t want to make every conversation about him and how horny he was, and somehow, he suspected Charlie was already aware having been the one to put him in chastity. She had been incredibly busy and stressed at the clinic as things were, putting in extra hours and having her weekend cut short by an additional shift Sunday. However horny he was, he didn’t want to impose on her, and he trusted she would release him from his cage when she decided he needed to be.
Or, when she wanted him released. Over the past week, M had time to digest and internalize his current situation and his developing dynamic with Charlie. He was beginning to find the loss of control over his own sexual release enjoyable in its own right, becoming more pliable and eager to serve and please others. He was growing more energetic, finding ways to channel his pent-up sexual energy into other, more productive, activities. And, he was growing more outgoing, chatting more with the people in his office and everyday life, and eager to engage in small talk.
M only realized how far he had come in such a short time, when his boss called him into her office Thursday at the end of the day. M had never been satisfied in his job, was apathetic at best about his coworkers, and had a strained working relationship with his manager over what he perceived to be unrealistic job expectations. As such, he never gave much thought to his job performance or what his coworkers thought of him, and never tried to impress.
But as he sat that afternoon across from her, listening to her compliments about his improved job performance and office conduct, he was shocked, then exhilarated, to find himself growing incredibly aroused. It all made sense; the chastity was pushing his need to serve to the forefront as an outlet for pent-up energies, and without even realizing it, he was acting in service to his coworkers and especially his boss. He’d never even considered his boss attractive, finding her obtrusive and demanding, but here and now he found her mentally and sexually magnetic in ways he never expected.
When she finished her statement with “good job”, M secretly wished she’d actually said “good boy”. He lowered his head, feeling an enthralling mixture of arousal and humility, and embarrassment at being so sexually aroused at work. Part of him was horrified at the idea when he stood, she would notice his erect but caged cock jutting out of his pants and a wet spot from his leaking precum, but a growing part of him was thrilled at the idea of being noticed that way.
M uttered a humble “thank you, Miss”, stood, and tried to scurry out of the office before his boss noticed. He was halfway out the door when he realized he called her “Miss” rather than her name, and was already kicking himself for it when he heard her call out from behind him.
“It’s Ani,” his boss said. M’s hand was already on the doorknob, and a brief moment of panic and humiliation spread through him as his mind kicked into overdrive over how to cover for it. M nearly forgot his own arousal, as he turned halfway around to say, “sorry, Ani, thank you”.
M saw Ani’s eyes dart up and down his body; his heart sunk straight into his chest as he realized there was no way she wouldn’t notice his caged erection, least of all from the side where it would be most visible. The way he now stood from her point of view. Ani raised an eyebrow, lips parted in a slight gape; M swallowed, holding his breath and waiting for the inevitable hell to pay. Best case, he’d spend the next week in HR being lectured about sexual harassment and workplace conduct; worst case, M was about to be fired.
“Is something the matter?” Ani asked him. Either she hadn’t noticed after all, or she was choosing to disregard his visibly erect, but restrained, penis. In the back of his mind, M found himself hoping Ani liked the view. Either way, he breathed in relief he hadn’t been immediately called out for his — unintended — behavior.
“I…just have to pee, sorry,” M blurted out the first thing that came to mind. Again, as soon as he said it, he immediately regretted it: in an world full of possible excuses, M made the one which would draw attention to his penis. Still, it could have been worse, although M found himself wondering for how.
“Oh…” Ani replied, quizzically. M stood, his hand on her office door, nearly paralyzed in horror and embarrassment. He wasn’t sure if she was about to say anything else, or if she expected him to leave. An awkward silence fell in the room, leaving M feeling naked and vulnerable — and still incredibly aroused.
Ani broke the silence, an inscrutable look on her face: “you should go pee, then”.
“Yeah, I’m going to go pee now,” M said, still in social fight-or-flight mode. “See you tomorrow,” he added, for some reason. Did M just ask his boss for permission to pee, and did she just grant it? or, was he just stuck in his own headspace — again?
“See you tomorrow,” Ani said, breaking his train of thought. M could not get out of her office — or the building — fast enough. He got in his car, and sat with his head on the steering wheel.
“Shit…shit…shit…” he said, bumping his head against the wheel. M was equally humiliated, horrified, and thrilled. His cock still strained within the cage, leaking profusely, frustrating M for his inability to relieve his arousal and stress. M’s head spun at his own stupidity, and its possible outcomes — the spectre of an impending visit to HR looming most of all.
M took his phone out of his pocket. He needed to talk to Charlie — the only person who knew about his current situation, and would understand. She’d know what to do. He texted her, “something happened at work, I need to talk”.
A few minutes went by, and M sat in his car uncomfortably. He was about to start it and go home, but he got a text back from her. “Took a quick break, what happened?” Charlie asked.
M wasn’t sure how to begin, or how to keep it short and simple for texting. “My boss complimented me for doing a good job at work and I got hard in front of her”. Long moments passed, and M was about to text again to elaborate, but his phone buzzed with another text.