The drive home was a bit of a blur to me as I mentally recounted the last several days in my mind. Somehow in less than a week my life had changed completely. Glancing over at Amber in the seat next to me, I thought that it was all worth it. She looked stunning in her new fitted green dress and I was again distracted by the swell of her breasts that were prominently displayed. I thought that in a way I would also benefit from this arrangement if all of Amber's clothes were going to fit like this now.
When I pulled into my driveway, Amber looked over at me and touched me on the arm.
"Thank you, bank. I'm really really excited about this and I can't wait to meet with Ms. Sutton later this week. I know you're nervous about tonight - if it helps, I'm very proud of you and I think you're doing so well. If you're brave tonight I might let you take Sarah and I to lunch tomorrow. We normally meet every Wednesday and I'll consider letting you come along. Ok?"
With that, she gave my arm a quick squeeze and got out of my car. I couldn't help but stare at her legs as she swung them over the seat and stood. I was completely fixated on her physically - I wondered if this was another side effect of knowing she was the only human being on the planet who could access the key to my chastity cage. I watched until Amber unlocked her door and went inside her house.
Groaning as I stood up - my legs were sore and aching from this morning's workout with Sarah - I remembered I had to do my run. I shook my head. There was no way I could face the prospect of another lung-burning slog around my neighborhood, especially with my legs already feeling like lead. On top of that, I knew I would be facing something undoubtably painful later that night. Surely I deserved at least a few hours to relax and ice down my sore muscles before that.
I made a quick dinner - again, healthy salad and fish - and prepared some ice packs. I collapsed on the couch and ate my food while icing my sore hamstrings and quads. I must have been exhausted because suddenly it was 8:45 and I was lying on my back on my couch.
Shit! I threw the soggy warm icepacks in the kitchen sink and raced to my car, feeling the burn in my abused legs again. I took off for Southpoint and Ms. Sutton's boutique, hoping I wouldn't be late.
All of the shops were dark and most had their front doors shuttered as I passed them, trotting to Ms. Sutton's boutique at the end of a long row of high-end stores. Lights were still burning in her store, and the door stood partially ajar. I entered as I checked my phone - shit. 9:05.
Ms. Sutton was standing behind the counter. She raised one eyebrow as I entered, and pointedly looked down at her watch. I hurried over to her. Some part of me thought it was ridiculous I was apologizing for being late to my own punishment.
"Sorry...I'm sorry Ms. Sutton" I stammered. "It's been a long couple of days and...I fell asleep.."
She cut me off with a raised finger.
"I'm not interested in your excuses, and I do not wish for you to speak unless I ask you to."
I closed my mouth, feeling myself flush. This was a different woman than I met with earlier today - perhaps because I was with Amber or maybe it had something to do with the fact that I was a potential customer. We had a different hierarchy now, and she knew it.
"Come."
She led the way to her office. I found myself admiring her figure once more - despite the fact that she was perhaps twenty years older than I, she was slender, and cut a fine figure in her black pencil skirt and jacket. As always, her black hair was pulled back into a bun. Her high heels made her hips sway entrancingly as she walked.
All of the dressmaker mannequins had been lined up neatly against one wall, leaving her sizable office bare of all furniture in the middle of the room save for her massive antique-looking desk.
"Remove your shoes and sock, and place them under the desk."
I bent over to do as she asked. Somehow I felt that kicking my shoes off wouldn't be viewed as appropriate, so I untied them and pulled them off. I balled off each sock and placed it into the respective shoe. Next I slid them all under the desk.
She was standing with her back to the closed office door, watching me closely. Again I was struck by a look of intensity in her dark eyes. Her lips were set in an almost grim expression of concentration. It looked like she was absorbing every detail, committing every second to memory. I shivered.
Slowly, she walked over to an umbrella stand in the corner. She carefully drew something from it and I gasped involuntarily. It was a cane - four feet long or so, made of some sort of thin flexible wood. It had a short black handle that Ms. Sutton carefully wrapped her right hand around. She turned back to face me.
"Remove your pants and underwear, fold them and place them on that chair" she said, indicating a nearby chair with a slight nod of her head.
I shivered again. Her tone didn't leave any room for argument, but the thought of stripping essentially naked in front of this woman was too much. I felt myself blush with shame and embarrassment. Suddenly I remember the chastity cage that gripped my cock - there would be no way to hide this! Amber was the only one who knew the level of control she had over me. I felt a small bubble of panic rise in my chest.
"But...sorry, Ms. Sutton, I..." the words came out in a rush but were stopped just as suddenly with quick arched eyebrow from Ms. Sutton.
"I thought I was clear - I do not wish for you to speak. You will do as you're told. I am not in the habit of repeating myself."
I cleared my throat, feeling face burn red. Slowly, I unbuttoned and unzipped my jeans, and pushed them over my hips and down. Stepping out of them, I carefully folded them and placed them on the chair she had indicated. I glanced at her one more time, hoping for some degree of leniency or mercy. She merely stood in the exact same spot, her arms lightly crossed over her small breasts. The menacing cane was resting comfortably in her right hand.
She arched her eyebrow again. I knew she wasn't going to change her mind. I faced away from her and slid my underwear down, trying not to shake from humiliation and embarrassment. I folded them carefully and placed them on top of my jeans. I put both hands over my crotch, trying to cover up the chastity cage as much as I could and stayed facing away from her.
A few seconds later, I heard her quiet command.
"Turn around, Christopher."
Slowly, awkwardly, I turned, still covering myself as best as I could. I felt equally embarrassed and ridiculous, still wearing my plain t shirt while I was stark naked from the waist down.
Ms. Sutton had a slightly triumphant look as I faced her. Slowly, her eyes traveled down my body. When they got to my crotch she frowned slightly and took a step forward.
"Christopher - move your hands."
With a small moan of despair, I did so. It took every ounce of self control I had to keep my arms at my sides, exposing myself and my cruel chastity cage to her.
She stood in silence for a second before her eyes met mine. She had a curious look on her face.
"What is that?" she said, nodding at my crotch. "You may speak."
"Um...it's a...it's a chastity cage." I managed to say, my voice unnaturally thick from embarrassment.
"And what does it do?"
"It...it keeps me from getting...hard. Um, an erection" I said, staring at my feet in embarrassment. "And, uh, from having an orgasm."
I heard her heels click on the hard floor as she took another step forward. I could feel her gaze studying it.
"And...you cannot remove it?" She asked. "Look at me when I'm speaking to you, Christopher."
I slowly looked up. She was drumming her fingers on her arm thoughtfully.
