Corporate Punishment

The trap is locked shut

"To prevent these small mishaps from happening, you need something firmer."

"In the middle ages they forced some women to wear metal chastity belts, but I doubt they make those anymore and that wouldn't help me." As soon as he said this, he could see the trap spring shut.

"See, I knew you were a bright boy. I knew we could find a solution." She grabs her purse and pulls out a contraption. Even though he had seen nothing like it before, he knew what it did. "This is plastic and not metal, but it should still do. Now, as for our arrangement. You seem to be a trustworthy person, so I won't require that I keep the keys. I will expect you to wear it while you are in the office or at a client site."

Sam objects. "I really don't think something like that is needed. I can train myself not to have an erection."

She sighs, "Sam, do I need to bring Laura in here to make a formal complaint?"

Sam quickly shakes his head no. "No ma'am. That isn't necessary."

"Good. I want to trust you, Sam. I don't want to keep the keys away from you."

Sam sees no way out of this and drops his head, staring at her metal-heeled, black patent leather high heels. "Thank you, ma'am."

"Since you had that ... little... outburst, I'm going to add a new requirement." She grabs a sticky note from her desk and writes on it before handing it to him. "Create an account on WhatsApp and send a confirmation to the account written here. Every morning before work, you will send me a pic of your cage on you. If you miss one, then I will have to add more requirements. Do you understand?"

Sam nods, "Yes ma'am."

She hands him the chastity device and a small packet of petroleum jelly. "I would like it on by the end of lunch."

He takes the items in slightly trembling hands, "Yes ma'am."

"That is all Sam. You may go back to your desk."

Standing outside of Ms. Wallace's office, Sam looks at the items in his hand. He was glad that it was early, and that there was no one around to see them. With no good place to hide the device, he headed to the bathroom. It only took him a couple of minutes to figure out how to slip the ring around his cock and balls and then to slip the sheath over his flaccid member before clicking the lock shut. He applied the lubricant where he thought where most of the rubbing may occur and took a couple pictures.

Back at his desk, he installs WhatsApp and sends his boss a message that it was him and one pic of his locked cock. The only response he got was a thumbs up. As he worked through the morning, he realized he was going to need to go out to a drugstore during lunch to get more lubricant. He also wasn't sure if it was that he was more aware of it with the cage on, but he thought he was getting more erections. Well, at least attempted erections, as the cage didn't give him much room to grow.

Back at his desk after lunch with some small packets of lubricant and a sandwich from a fast-food restaurant, Sam ate and shifted, trying to find a comfortable position without manually adjusting himself. After a while, he gave up and went to the bathroom to add some more lube and to adjust the placement. He just closed the door to the stall when his phone chimed. There was a message in WhatsApp, "While you are in there, send me another proof picture." Sam whimpered. He lubed and adjusted the cage until it was comfortable, then took the requested picture and sent it.

It seemed to Sam that he spent half the afternoon trying to find a comfortable way to sit. While he wasn't in pain, however, the ever-present pressure of the cage around his cock reminded him of his predicament.

Sam was barely in the door to his apartment before he dropped his pants and underwear and removed the cage." Thank goodness I only have to wear this in the office. I don't think I could stand wearing it for a minute longer."

After cooking a frozen pizza, he sat down and went over the day's events. He went over and over his conversation with Ms. Wallace. He realized that he could have denied it, but she blindsided him. Now, with the implied admittance and the fact that he has sent his boss pictures of his penis, he is even more trapped.

With dinner eaten and his stomach unsettled, he turned to the internet for more information. He avoided the porn and found information on ways to wear the cage, as well as suggestions to make it more comfortable. Armed with this information, he let his browsing lean to the more adult side. He still avoided anything with chastity in it.

The next morning, Sam wakes up and does his normal routine and then adds plenty of lubricant to the cage and puts it on. He took a few pics and picked the best one to send off to his boss. Most of the morning, he worried that someone would notice that his pants didn't fit quite the same. The only one that may have noticed was Tiffany, but he wasn't sure as he thought that she may have looked at him a little longer than normal when he walked in, but he wasn't positive. By mid-afternoon, he could sit comfortably and stop focusing on his entrapped member.

The rest of the week went the same way. He goes through his normal morning routine, takes some pictures and sends one off to his boss and then heads to work. By mid-morning, he would mostly forget about the cage that enclosed his cock. Twice, he got a message that an extra proof picture was needed. As he walked into the office on Friday, Tiffany waved him over to the reception desk. As he waited for her to get off the phone, he noticed how nicely she was dressed. While he was noticing it aesthetically, his cock was getting other ideas and pressing against the cage.