The Lyons Den Pt 03

"You have 20 minutes before they need you in the yard. Catherine has your lunch at her desk. I told her to keep it there for you."

"Did she know what was happening?" I thought. I went to ask Ms. Lyon but she gave me a stern look that let me know that I had better bite my tongue.

Approaching Catherine's desk I felt my cheeks begin blushing.

"Ms. Lyon said you have some a lunch for me" I tried to sound normal but the embarrassment overpowered me.

Did she know what just happened?

"Here's your lunch. and your uniforms are in that box." She said without even looking up at me. I grabbed the box and balanced the food on it. I was almost to the door when I heard her start laughing.

I looked back at her, she kept snickering as if I wasn't even there.

She must know!

I felt my cheeks pulse with embarrassment.

She stopped for a moment and gave me a quick cruel smile before turning and walking back to Ms. Lyon's office.

This interaction with Catherine made me feel insecure in a deep and indescribable way.

I had completely forgotten I was even wearing this damn cage until I felt my cock try to harden after being embarrassed.

I sulked down the hill. I threw the box in my car along with the underwear I was to wear tomorrow. I ate my lunch as I watched the techs pull their vehicles back in to the yard. I threw in my headphones and started pressure washing. The music and mindless work allowed for an escape from everything that had happened that day. The only reminder was the occasional "clang" of the cage bouncing off of the side of a van or truck. I had everything spotless within a few hours. I felt a strange feeling of pride over the clean yard and sparkling vehicles. I drove home that day in daze. I was delirious with excitement and yet a part of me was terrified. "How did Ms. Lyon know my kinks before I did?"

Also what's the deal with Catherine?

Does she know EVERYTHING that happened?

Does she know everything that is going to happen?

Am I ok with this, like truly ok?

I got home and went to the bathroom. Undressing I viewed myself in the mirror, seeing myself wearing the cage made me let out an audible moan. "Ughhh" I turned around and saw that my ass cheeks were still a little red and already beginning to bruise. Trying to piss with that damned cage took a little bit of practice. I got out of the shower and toweled off. I didn't feel like eating, instead I just went straight to bed.

Laying in bed that night I kept replaying everything that happened in that office. "Fuck I just want to jerk off!" I tried to get any kind of satisfaction from the inside of my cage, but it just made me more desperate. Sleep mercifully came and I was instantly waking to the sound of my alarm.

It was only then that I remembered the box of uniforms on the passenger seat of my car. I threw a pair of shorts on and ran outside. The cage made it look like my cock was huge under my shorts. The neighbors definitely noticed as I ran out of my apartment. Getting the box back inside I could feel the embarrassment on my cheeks. Opening the box I saw 7 sealed white bags. Each with a day of the week written on them. "Strange I don't work weekends" I thought as I opened the Tuesday bag. The shirt and pants were standard looking work clothes, the insides were so soft. The socks were nice as well. That's when a pair of emerald green, lace panties hit the floor. "There's no fucking way!" I muttered out loud. That's when I remembered that I had Ms Lyon's black g string in my jeans pocket from yesterday. I needed to leave, but now I didn't know what to wear? "Fuck it" I said to myself as I put on both pairs of underwear. First the thong, then those lacy panties. Walking to the car, I felt some how more exposed than I did earlier.

The techs' cool professionalism made it easy to forget the ridiculous underwear situation going on. Only when I would bend over would I feel the thong tighten on my asshole. I ignored it to the best of my ability and walked into the office before 9 am.

"Hey Catherine, I got everyone out on route, now I just need to see what Ms Lyon needs me to do."

I wasn't going to mess up this morning.

Catherine sounding like she was talking to a pet, grinned at me and said "Look who's a good boy!"

I tried to act like that was a normal way to speak to a coworker, but my cheeks got so hot that I knew my blushing betrayed me.

"May I go to her office?"

"You go right ahead!" She said in that same tone.

Walking down the hall I could feel my pulse quickening in excitement. "What was she going to make me do for day number two?" My mind began going to previously unknown kinky desires. "Foot worship? Ass worship? For sure she'll let me eat her out again!" I could feel my cock try and stiffen. Maybe it was the thong riding up my ass but something made my mind go to pegging. I began picturing her wearing a strap on, something I had only ever seen in an occasional porn scene. "Would I have to suck it?" Would she bend me over that desk and fuck my ass?"

I had been so deep in fantasy that I hadn't realized that my auto pilot had taken me into her office. Her voice brought me out of my stupor.

"I'll say it one more time, drop your pants."

"Yes ma'am" I said way too loudly.

Dropping my pants I saw a look of anger wash over her face.

"You're in your uniform, but did you forget to do what I asked yesterday?" Her eyes were glowing with fury.

"No ma'am" I stammered. "I was just unsure so I wore both" I pulled the green lace panties down to my thighs showing the bulging g string.

She erupted in laughter. She seemed truly amused by my panicked decision. It felt like an eternity. My cock was so wet, I hoped she couldn't see it. With bits of laughter still lingering she finally said, "Oh my little slut, you really are something special!"

I was shocked by how much her probably demeaning compliment meant to me. Images of her having her way with me began flashing back into my mind.

"Well my slut, Catherine and I have a big meeting this afternoon...

My mind instantly went to the most depraved thought of both of them using me to relax themselves before their meeting.

"So I need you to take Catherine's dirty clothes to my place and do both of our laundry."

"Hers will be washed, folded and returned to her. Mine needs to be washed and put away."

The disappointment must have been apparent on my face.

"Yes ma'am" I murmured. In this moment the ridiculousness of my appearance stood out in my mind. In an almost out of body experience, I was suddenly looking at myself. Pants around my ankles, lacy, emerald panties around my thighs, and a caged cock bulging out of the sides of HER g string. Waves of shame, embarrassment, and fury began washing over me.

That was when I felt a hand wrap around my throat. Pushing me with so much force that I had to awkwardly stumble to avoid falling flat on my back. Gasping for air I was shoved down into one of the arm chairs. I looked into her eyes, they were burning with rage. I tried to apologize but ragged gasps were the only sounds that could escape. She spoke, her voice barely more than a whisper. "You will do what you are told, and I have no fucking patience for your pouting.

"I'm sorry" I wheezed.

"No you're not, but you will be little slut!" Her voice had shifted from quiet rage to devious excitement. Moving her hand from throat to my hair she yanked me to my feet. She pulled me to the desk, I awkwardly waddled to the desk and she slammed me face down. She moved to the other side and I felt a leather cuff tighten around my left wrist, then my right.

"Are you sorry?"

"Yes ma'am" I dated remembering just how sore my ass cheeks were from yesterday.

"Are you a little slut?" She asked while fishing through her bottom drawer.

"No ma'am, I'm your little slut," I said remembering my lesson.

"You will be my little slut, once you learn discipline."

She was now behind me and I felt the g string being pulled down to my thighs. Using her feet she spread my legs wider and wider until I couldn't open anymore. My cheeks were completely open exposing my hole to her. The first smack took my breath away. the second forced a whimper from my throat. I was busy preparing for the next slap when I felt something press against my asshole. I bucked away instinctively. That's when her hand slammed down in the middle of my back. Pinned and bound, I was now completely at her mercy.

The pressure was light at first, "relax slut, or this is really going to hurt."

I tried to control my breathing. I was completely overpowered I just had to take it, whatever she was going to do to me. The slight pressure turned into a burning like I'd never felt. I heard her spit, and I felt the burning let up slightly.

"Open your asshole, you fucking bitch" she growled, her nails digging deep into the flesh of my back.

"Oh fuuuuuck" I moaned completely involuntarily. She laughed wickedly.

"You're such a little slut! Your asshole is so desperate to be used!"

She kept thrusting something deep into me. I knew it wasn't a strap on because I could feel her knuckles bumping into my cheeks as it went in and out. Each stroke went deeper and deeper. The pain and pleasure were both so

Intense. I could feel myself leaking from my cage.

Then the instrument was removed and an icy cold one replaced it. I felt my asshole gripping onto something.

"Don't move a muscle." She purred, her voice was so sexy.

Then I heard the unmistakable shutter sound from a smart phone camera. The embarrassment welled in my chest, but I knew that I needed to stay quiet. She walked to the front of the desk, and lifted my head by my hair. "Do you like the way your slutty hole looks? See now it's filled with my plug." The screen showed a pathetic sight. A man bent over a desk, pants around his ankles, two pairs of underwear around his thighs, and in his ass a pink jeweled butt plug.

"Yes ma'am" I answered, and I truly meant it.

Ms. Lyon circled back behind me chuckling. She slowly reached down now and pulled up the g string letting it snap against the plug.

I moaned.

She pulled up my green lace and the jeans around my ankles. She then uncuffed my wrists.

"What are you going to do for me now?"

"Laundry" I stammered.

"Good boy! Here are my keys you can take my SUV."

"Yes ma'am"

I grabbed the keys and had made it to the door when she spoke. "Wait a second slut." I froze in place. "Aren't you going to thank me?"

"Yes ma'am, thank you ma'am!" I said more instinctively than anything.

"Who owns you?

"You do ma'am."

"Who owns your slutty little hole?"

That one caught me off guard. "You, you do ma'am."

"Good boy!" She giggled.

"Now hurry up my little slut, you've got a busy afternoon ahead of you!"

I rushed out the door. Every step I took I could feel the plug. This was going to be rough. Making way to the front Catherine looked me up and down dismissively. She popped the trunk of her car, and then before completely disregarding my existence snuck in a quick "Don't do anything fucking pervy to my clothes!"

I hurriedly put her laundry in the back of Ms. Lyon's black SUV. I then jumped into the drivers seat, completely forgetting about the plug until I landed on it. Pain and pleasure radiated through my core. I pushed the home button on the GPS touchscreen and pulled out of the driveway.

The drive to her place was uneventful. I took note of the fact that I could sell every possession I owned and I still wouldn't be able to afford this vehicle. I turned down a long driveway and my jaw hit the floor. An absolute mansion! Gardens, a fountain, and the biggest house I'd ever seen. I pulled up to the front of the house, and grabbed the first laundry basket.