The rush hour ice and snow had made the morning commute a nightmare and when Abby finally made her way into the office nearly three hours late she wondered why she had even bothered. As she made her way through the office toward her workspace she realized barely a soul had battled the elements, the typical bustling of activity feeling more like a ghost town.
She smiled though when from a distance she could see that Tom, the guy with whom she shared cubicle space, was dutifully at his desk. Of course he was. Tom might have been a bit on the nerdy, geeky side but he was a hard, diligent worker who she had always liked.
As she made her way toward her desk she saw him opening up a box. Probably another one of his superhero action figures or science fiction gizmos. Tom was a collector of all things geeky and since porch pirates ran rampant through his neighborhood he now had his packages shipped to the office.
"Hey Tom, new toy?," she asked in a polite, friendly voice as she walked behind him making her way toward her desk. Had anyone overheard her they might have thought she was making fun of him, but she wasn't. She actually found his fondness for his collection to be endearing and a little adorable.
To her surprise, Tom nearly jumped out of his seat, so startled by her sudden arrival that the item he'd been holding flew out of his hand, landing on the floor.
"Ooops, sorry," Abby laughed. "Didn't mean to scare you. It is pretty dead in here today, isn't it?"
His face was flushed three shades of red as he stammered, "Oh hey Abby, I... I didn't know you were coming in today. I figured you would have stayed home."
With a shrug, she replied, "I thought about it, but hey... it's just a little ice and snow, no big deal."
Glancing down at the floor she noticed the object he'd dropped had landed right at her feet. "Here let me get that for you," she offered, bending over to pick up what he'd dropped.
"No, no," he quickly said, his voice nearly a panic, "You don't need to, I can get it."
"Don't be silly," she said. "It's right here, I'll get it." And that's when she noticed that the box he'd dropped was not one of his typical purchases but rather... a male chastity device. With a mischievous smile Abby said, "Oooh, you did get a new toy, didn't you?"
"Oh god," Tom groaned. "I... I'm so sorry. I didn't know you were coming in today."
He looked so mortified at what had happened she actually felt bad for him. Handing him the box, she smiled and said, "Hey... relax Tom, here you go. You know me, I don't judge and I'm no prude. It's perfectly fine, no big deal."
He sighed in relief, his face still flushed with embarrassment as he took the box. "Thanks Abby, I appreciate it."
With a casual shrug she replied, "No worries, looks fun."
Not wanting to make it even worse for him, she shifted the conversation. Casual chit chat. Office updates. But all the while, she couldn't get out of her mind the thought of Tom's cock being locked up. Caged. Helpless. And her being the one who now had complete control of it.
So, after about twenty minutes she turned toward him and leaned forward, until she knew she had his attention.
"Tom, we really should talk about the elephant in the room. Now the way I see it, we can play this one of two ways. One is, you can take your cage home with you tonight, put it on, play your sexy little chastity games, and feel what it would be like to be locked up. I'm sure that would be some hot and sexy fun for you."
She paused, a little amused at how Tom's face was flushed again and it appeared he was barely breathing.
"Or, the other choice would be, you could take it into the restroom right now, put it on, come back, and then give me both of the keys. That way instead of just pretending, you can find out what it's like for real when your cock is locked up, caged, helpless, and at the mercy of a woman."
"Oh my god," Tom whispered beneath his breath, a look of complete disbelief on his face.
Reaching forward, Abby gently placed her hand on his leg, and in a softer, sexier voice purred, "Tom, I would absolutely love to be your keyholder. The thought of you surrendering your cock to me so that I can have complete control of it is so.... fucking.... hot."
She smiled at his involuntary little whimper. "But it's your choice, of course," she said softly.
A smile crossed her face a moment later when after exhaling deeply, Tom rose from his seat and headed toward the restroom, box in hand.
When he'd taken a few steps she called out, "Tom?"
He stopped in his tracks and turned around.
In a wickedly seductive voice, Abby purred, "Good boy.....", causing Tom's already rubbery legs to nearly crumble on the spot.
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