This is only a fantasy, as with most stories here. There is chastity and denial, and a small bit of cuckoldry. I appreciate constructive comments and ratings...at the very least, please leave a rating so I have some guidance in future stories.
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Daisy sat in the human resource manager's office. She worked hard to maintain a calm demeanor. But she was pensive. She had worked all kinds of jobs, all over the country. The world, really.
But this. This was the big leagues. This was a mega-corporation. It could mean stability. She could put her momma in a condo or house and do well herself. So yeah, she was nervous. High stakes poker here buddy.
She had completed an interview with a review board of half a dozen men and women. Now Mr. Ferguson was reviewing all of her paperwork.
He was all business. She was good at reading people, but he had a good poker face.
He closed the file and wrote something on a piece of paper, folded the paper in half, then slid it across to her. "Will this be acceptable to start?"
She looked at the numbers on the paper and nearly choked, but kept a straight face. This was five times what she was making now. It would move her way up!
"Yes. To start. Benefits package?"
She almost fainted as Mr. Ferguson explained the 100% insurance, bonus and paid vacations.
When he finished, she signed the entry paperwork then asked, "If you don't mind my asking, Mr. Ferguson, how did ya'll decide on me?"
"Well, you came highly recommended by one of the company's owners."
"But I don't even know the owners?"
"Evidently they know you, ma'am."
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I was standing against the counter in the break room when my phone buzzed.
* I HAVE A NEW EMPLOYEE FOR YOU TO MEET *
I typed * IN THE BREAK ROOM *
A moment later Ferguson walked in with the new employee.
I spilled my coffee all over my shirt. I was dabbing it with a paper towel, red-faced, as Ferguson spoke, "Boss, we just filled that open position for Executive Security Manager. Her resume is impeccable. I would like you to meet Ms..."
Unintentionally, I finished his sentence, "LaFleur."
Both of them looked surprised.
"Why yes. I did not think you had met. She was recommended by..."
"My wife..."
"Exactly."
I tried to regain my composure. It was a good thing Samantha still had me locked up, or my erection would have been obvious. My wife had really set me up good with this one!
The tall black Amazon woman looked like she was trying to catch up, "I'm sorry, have we met?"
"Um...not officially. But I'm familiar with your...umm..." In my mind, I thought body? Vagina? Scent? Taste? Dominance? "...work. Welcome aboard...umm?"
"Daisy. Daisy Mae."
"Daisy Mae LaFleur? Daisy the flower??"
I saw the dominant ire I had seen at the club flash in her eyes momentarily before she smiled and laughed. She must have been hearing that since she was two. Now I knew why her business card only used her initials.
I knew exactly who she was, intimately. But the one and only time she had met me, I was naked and my face was made up like a dog.
"I think you will like working here. Let's set up a meeting after you have a chance to get the lay of the land a bit. I'm looking forward to your thoughts on our security protocols."
That evening I walked briskly into the foyer at home, "SAM!! SAMANTHA!"
She answered, "In the kitchen!"
I walked in to find her leaning against the opposite side of the center island, eating a peach. She smiled.
"I can't believe you set me up like that!"
She looked at me quizzically.
"What am I supposed to do with a killer Amazon domme who's pussy I've eaten working in my office?? Holy crap, she knows about my chastity cage!"
She regarded me for a moment, apparently considering her answer. Then she pointed at me, "You are wearing clothes in the house."
"What?"
"You know you are not allowed to be dressed in the house. Get your damned clothes off."
I hesitated. She hadn't even deigned to address my concerns. She gave me THE LOOK. "David, go and get one of your belts. One with the most design on it."
My best friend David stood up from his place on his knees behind her, where he had apparently been busy eating her ass when I stormed in.
He walked past me, headed to his bedroom, giving me a "boy you've done it now" glance as his heavy phallus swung between his thighs.
While he was gone, I removed my work clothes dutifully and folded them. Now I stood before my wife wearing only my steel chastity cage.
David returned with a leather belt which was heavily scrolled with a western theme. He stood near her, waiting for her to take it from him.
She ignored him momentarily, addressing me instead without a hint of anger. "Would you agree the rules have to be followed? And that we should be able to discuss things without raised voices? And do you not trust my judgment?"
I looked down at my feet and answered sheepishly, but also honestly. "Yes, ma'am. You're right, I over reacted. Of course I trust you. I mean, I still have the same questions. But I should have just asked."
She smiled, "Thank you, babe. And we'll talk about it. But first...you have to choose. The belt? Or yet another month in your cage without an orgasm? You pick."
In my mind the choice was easy. I was about to lose my mind already, had been denied for over two months and had a week to go. No way did I want to wait another month!
"If....if you want to spank me, please..."
She crooked her finger for me to come closer. "Elbows on the bar opposite me, babe."
I leaned on the center island, which left my bare buttocks poked out and exposed.
David handed the belt to Sam, but she declined to take it. "Oh, no. I think I would rather the big strong man deliver the spanking while Morgan and I talk, thank you."
David and I shared an "Oh, shit" look. He was a solid hitter at bat and with a golf club. And the Mrs knew this. I nodded at him...it is what it is.
She spoke as he moved into position behind me. "I think ten for wearing clothes in the house; then ten for raising your voice; ten for not trusting your loving wife, and twenty for interrupting my orgasm."
Fuck.
She nodded to David and he delivered a blow to my backside, making me jump. Then four more.
"Oh, no. If you don't make him cry out, YOU won't cum for another month. Put your back into it, David. Begin again."
Samantha has an ornery streak, and had both me and David teased and tormented to distraction. Me in a chastity cage, his huge dick free but still denied.
An aside about Sam is that while she had been incredibly creative, she had never gone here before. It flashed through my mind that perhaps she had seen my browsing history. The humiliation and pain of the scene had my cock trying to burst through the cage.
An aside about David is that he and I were like brothers. We always had each other's back.
But I guess his manhood was as needy as mine.
The next THWACK against my ass made my knees buckle. "UNGGH!"
Sam reached forward and took my hands in hers. "That's more like it. Count for him honey. You wouldn't want him to lose track and have to start over."
"One..." SMACK! "umpf two."
"Did you look at Ms. LaFleur's resume?"
"Unnggg....yesss...five."
"Do you think she is qualified? Wouldn't you have hired her?"
"Oww fuck! Yes...fourteen."
"So what's the problem?"
"What if she figures out who I am?? She knows about the club...about this....twenty-five..."
She caressed my arm soothingly, "I thought about that, babe. If you think about it, she has just as much to lose ...more, really. She would need to keep the secret too. And in the meantime, don't you agree she deserves it?"
David was a little off and the tip of the belt whacked my testicles firmly. I had been doing pretty good, but now I screamed in pain.
"Thirty-six! I guess you're right. Should I tell her?"
"I will leave that up to you. It would be nice to have her over out in the open. Perhaps I could learn from her." She smirked.
I counted off forty-five and was grimacing.
The next four were laid on with renewed vigor. Finally, with only one left, David was desperate. "Sorry, buddy."
This time the strike to my balls was not inadvertent. Thank god my poor cock was encased in steel. I still felt the leather through the vent holes and the belt crushed my testicles.
"Ah, fuck!"
Samantha came around to my side of the island and caressed the hot flesh of my buttocks. Then she pushed me gently to my knees. "Now give me that orgasm you took from me, baby."
The next morning I was awakened by Samantha's tender caresses. I lay on my side on my side of her bed. She normally slept in the middle with David on the other side. I noticed he was still asleep.
She slowly traced lines along my arms, across my chest and abdomen, then my legs. She took her time, electrifying my entire body and causing my cock to strain against it's prison. It was heavenly.
She grasped my balls in her hand, then went down on me. Or on my chastity cage, anyway. I could feel the warm satin of her tongue through the ventilation holes and I moaned in pleasure.
After a few minutes, she lay her head on my stomach, looking up at me. She smiled pleasantly, "I hope last night wasn't too much."
I had mostly slept on my stomach due to my sore butt, which had been interesting because of my cage. Which is why she found me sleeping on my side. I smiled sardonically, "No, not at all, why?"
She laughed, "You're such a tough guy. I just want to make sure I don't push the envelope too much. It was pretty exciting, but I do not want to lose us, if that makes sense."
I ran my fingers through her hair, "Not a chance, honey. In case you didn't notice, it aroused the hell out of me too. Please don't hold back...I love your imagination."
"Yay! I cannot wait for Saturday so I can fuck you senseless!" She squeezed my balls, causing me to jump, then got up to prepare for her day.
