Brandon was eager to start his new job in a clinical laboratory. Becoming a medical lab scientist was a career milestone for him and he was now one step closer to attaining his goal (at one of the better clinics in the country no less). Being fresh out of college, however, meant that he was starting at the bottom of the totem pole. For Brandon, this entailed a shift that started at 6AM, hours before the lab opened, to prepare paperwork and dishes for the upcoming day.
On his first day Brandon discovered that he was not alone in the early shift, and that he would be working with another new hire by the name of Sophie. Brandon could tell she was beautiful, even through the unsightly all-white scrubs that all employees had to wear during their shifts. She was slightly heavyset but had long legs and what appeared to be large breasts (it was hard to tell). She had golden skin that seemed to glow wherever it could be seen through the scrubs. Besides her beauty, she seemed to have a very good grasp over the tasks at hand despite starting just a couple weeks before Brandon. For this reason, management deemed it appropriate for Sophie to take care of getting Brandon up to speed; the shift was not exceedingly difficult, after all.
Brandon was single, and new to the city. He had been through a break-up a year prior, and had just moved nearby the lab. His two-year relationship with his now ex-girlfriend was anything but ordinary; together they discovered many kinks, and Brandon discovered his love of femdom. While they played in a number of scenarios that pitted Brandon in dom and sub positions, he grew to love subservience and began to crave submission to women. Their break-up was mutual and Brandon had no desire to rekindle that relationship, but he was still desperate to be dominated.
After his break-up, Brandon would cage himself in chastity, and would often go days at a time caged, sometimes plugged, sometimes wearing panties, fantasizing about his past experiences. At this new job, however, it would take him a while to build up the courage to show up caged, even if nobody saw him. Eventually, slowly, he did build up that courage, and began occasionally wearing his favorite pink HT cage to work. Without a padlock, he was confident nobody would notice.
Work with Sophie was going well. The early shift meant they spent plenty of time alone in the lab, and they seemed to be getting along. The occasionally texted, mostly about work, vut slowly he got to know her better. She was confident and sharp, but also kind and funny. She seemed to get more complacent around Brandon as he got better at the job. She would often delegate her own tasks to Brandon, sometimes forgetting the word 'please'. This never bothered Brandon; he lived to please, and was just grateful to get to spend as much time with Sophie as he currently was.
A few weeks passed, and Brandon grew increasingly confident in hiding his kinks at work. He'd begun wearing panties under his regular underwear almost every day. On a random Tuesday, he stepped it up a notch, and decided to come in wearing a medium sized plug. Nobody had noticed anything up to that point (he thought), so why would this be any different?
The day was a normal one, but Brandon spent the day in an uncomfortable state of arousal from the plug in his ass. He underestimated the level of discomfort, mostly from how much moving around the job entailed. He did his best not to walk any differently.
That day, a few coworkers were going out for drinks after work. This was a fairly common occurrence, and seemed to happen every couple weeks or so. Sometimes he went, sometimes not, but this time, Sophie was going. He would finally see her without the scrubs and mask that blocked her beauty from the world. He was excited to go, despite being caged, plugged, and wearing a stringy blue thong under his normal underwear.
The bar was the first time he saw his coworkers without the hideous scrubs they all had to work in (also the first time he saw many of his coworkers faces without a mask on). He was having a good time, enjoying a beer, but was sad to see Sophie wasn't there. He was considering shooting her a text to see if she was coming when she finally walked in. She was effortlessly beautiful, although it was clear she had done some work to make herself look good after work. In a pair of ankle high heels, a black leather skirt and a matching satin top, the submissive in Brandon was hooked. She wore lipstick and held herself in a way that was sexy in a classy and professional way; to Brandon it screamed domme.
Sophie made great company to everyone except Brandon. She took her seat across the table, farther away from Brandon, ordered a gin & tonic, and struck up conversation with the group. From her spot at the table, Brandon was able to sneak the occasional glance at her shiny black heeled boots, which were crossed ever so seductively. He thought he was being sneaky, but at one point he could swear she saw him. Maybe he's had one too many; Brandon excused himself to the bathroom to pee. He made it into the stall when he got a text. It was from Sophie:
"Liking my boots? I just got them."
"I noticed. They look amazing" I responded, trying to be nice but also keep it cool.
There was a pause, then:
"Are you wearing panties again today?"
Brandon's face flushed. At the time time he saw the text, his erection swelled in its cage and he was ever present of the plug in his ass. When had she seen him? Has anyone else in the lab seen?
"What?"
"Are you wearing panties? I saw you the other day, and couldnt believe my eyes. I bet you are now too. Send me a pic rn i wanna see."
This was getting out of hand fast. Sophie had seemingly caught him with his pants down (literally). For the sub in Brandon, this was a dream. Without thinking, he took a picture of his pants between his legs with the panties showing on top. He didn't show the cage or the plug, just the panties.
"HAHAHHA, I knew it! Such a pretty little thong you've got there! I had a hunch you were kinky weeks before I saw your panties. You've been in there a while, people are asking questions. Why don't you come on out of the bathroom now. Lose the boy underwear though. You wont be wearing those anymore"
Brandon did as he was told. He pulled up his pants over the thong and shoved the boxers into his pocket. He made it back to the group and saw Sophie fully in conversation with the guy across from her; she didn't bother to even look at him.
The drinks flowed for another hour or so, until eventually coworkers started filing out one by one. Eventually, the last person left before it was just Sophie and Brandon. You could cut the serial tension with a knife.
