Monday Morning finally came and Brett heaved a sigh a relief. His balls ached with the need to cum. He'd texted Kate a photo of the violet mesh panties he'd chosen and was relieved when she texted back a simple thumbs up emoji. He examined himself in the full-length mirror, making sure the cock cage wouldn't be visible under his suit pants. Even after he'd satisfied himself that it wasn't, he went back for one last look before heading out to the office.

It seemed to him that everyone from the parking attendant to the secretaries zoomed in on his crotch as he made his way from the garage to his office, trying to be as nonchalant as possible. Rounding the corner, his cock stirred uncomfortably as he locked eyes with Kate, a knowing smile on her face. The telltale warmth rose in his cheeks, and he hurried into his office and closed his door before anyone could notice.

He ran a shaking hand through his carefully combed, sandy hair. Had anyone noticed? Maybe he should end things before they went any further. He couldn't afford to be found out—

A tap on his door stopped his train of thought. Hurriedly he sat, pulling the chair up close to his desk.

“Come in.”

The door opened just a crack, and Kate peered around it.

“May I come in, Mr. Andersen?”

“Yes, yes, come in.” Brett knew he sounded frazzled, but he couldn't help it. Kate was the one person who would understand, in whom he could confide.

She closed the door and took a seat.

“How was your weekend?”

Obviously, she wasn't just making polite Monday morning small talk.

“It was.. .a little uncomfortable, but not bad. I—I liked feeling that you were in control.”

“Did you go out? Do your usual weekend things? The gym, shopping?”

He averted his gaze, staring past Kate. “More or less.”

“Meaning?”

He sighed. “I was worried that people would notice. I did a few errands but was out less than I normally would have been.”

“Okay.” Kate nodded. “That's what I figured. I knew that no one would be able to tell, and that you would be fine. But I also knew that you would be very conscious of it. The weight, the metal against your skin...it was a constant reminder of your submission. The power exchange is what we both want. You want to give control to me, and I want you submitting and doing as you're told. But for that to happen fully, there has to be complete trust. It will come.

You'll get to the point where you trust me without reservation and will follow the spirit and not just the letter of what I ask of you.”

She stood and clapped her hands together lightly. “So. Decide whether you're okay with wearing the cock cage throughout the day. If not, remove it and I'll be back to lock you up later.”

Brett's heart sank. He'd worn it in to work today, as he'd been told to do. But the office had been virtually empty when he arrived. He stared at his desk, caught between wanting to please Kate and fretting about being outed as a sexual deviant at work.

Kate cleared her throat. “Remove the cage and give it to me. I'll hold it until tonight.”

A feeble protest bubbled up in Brett's throat, but he remained silent.

“This wasn't a test. More an illustration, I suppose, of what I was saying about trust. You're not quite there yet, and that's fine and normal. What good would it do me to demand you wear it, and have you tell me this isn't for you at the end of the day?

You still are not allowed to play with that little cock of yours, or come. You'll be wearing the cage at night and will hand it over to me every morning until you feel ready to wear it throughout the day. You'll want to, believe me; you'll crave that rush of fear and humiliation at some point. But I won't take any more control than you're willing to give right now.”

He felt immense relief at her words. “Thank you, Kate.”

She nodded, watching him expectantly.

“Oh.” Brett flushed as he fumbled with his belt. He pushed his pants down, swallowing hard as Kate deftly removed the cage, covering it with a sheaf of papers.

As Kate freed him from the device, the soft touch of her hand had him stiffening almost at once.

She laughed. “Don't even think about stroking yourself. Think about baseball, or whatever it takes to tuck that thing back into your pants. Or panties, rather.”

With a reproachful look she let herself out. Sure enough, it didn't take long for his nascent erection to wilt. He adjusted himself with a sigh and went to work.

…

And so it went for the rest of the week. He'd wear the cage all night and into the office the next morning, where Kate would remove it until it was time to leave. Then she would lock him up for another orgasm-free night. Until Thursday.

That morning, Brett woke feeling serene and well-rested. He stretched, noticing the sheet seemed to be sticking to his thigh. Central air kept the room nice and chilly; he didn't usually sweat at night. He reached down, to disentangle himself and realized with horror that what was causing the sheet to adhere to his leg wasn't sweat, but come.

He jumped up and stripped the bed, and a quick glance at his phone only intensified his anxiety. It was 7:55. Kate would already be on her way to work, so the opportunity to text a photo of the panties he'd selected for her approval had passed. He would have to hope she was feeling kind today.

He showered, dressed and raced to the office, the cock cage still in place. Kate couldn't be angry that he'd come in his sleep—could she?

By the time he arrived the office was in full swing. Kate's face betrayed nothing as he hurried past, entering his office and closing the door with a slam.

He sat back in his chair, catching his breath before summoning Kate. He had screwed up not once, but twice. A familiar twinge of panic rose up as he wondered what Kate would expect of him now.

Finally, he couldn't put it off any longer. He picked up the phone.

“Hi, Kate. Could I see you in my office, please?”

A moment later she swept in.

“Everything okay?” There was genuine concern in her expression.

“Yeah, I just—I don't know, somehow I overslept. Anyway, I know I fucked up— ˮ

She held up one manicured hand. “Calm down. Let's see what you're wearing for me.”

Brett stood and quickly opened his pants, lowering them so Kate had a full view of his purple silk cheekies trimmed in black lace.

She motioned for him to turn in a circle, something that embarrassed and aroused him.

“Well, I am very partial to purple. However, I also like thongs. But since this is your first fuck up, as you said, I'm willing to give you a pass. They're fine. And now is as good a time as any to remove that.”

Brett mumbled a thank you as he fastened his pants. He still had to admit what had happened.

“I have to tell you something, Kate. I woke up and realized that during the night, I had come. It truly was an accident; I didn't touch myself.”

Kate was quiet for a moment. “I'm not surprised, actually. And even though you came in your sleep, you were told not to come, period. And the fact that you did isn't my problem, is it?”

Shit. “No, of course not. I know what you said— ˮ

“ But, at the same time, you were honest and upfront about it. I respect that; it took courage. No sub wants to disappoint his or her Dom/me. All things considered, I'm inclined to be lenient.

This time.”

He couldn't believe his luck. “Thank you Kate. It won't happen again.”

“Oh, it will, and then I won't be as likely to turn a blind eye. Of course, there should be some kind of consequence.”

She appeared deep in thought. “We'll deal with it tonight when I lock you up again. Gives you something to look forward to.”

With a wicked grin, she turned and left.

...

As six o'clock neared and the office began to empty out, Brett wondered what Kate had in store for him.

Finally, at six-thirty, the familiar knock on his door told him he was about to find out. Kate breezed in and got right to the point.

“So. Time to deal with your infraction. After all, what incentive do you have to follow my instructions if there are no consequences when you don't?” Kate had a way of making him feel small without using demeaning language or names. He loved it.

“Let's get this over with. I have grocery shopping to do. Stand, drop your pants and bend over the desk.”

Brett's balls tingled at her order. He imagined her manicured hand coming down on his buttocks over and over again.

“ Now. ” He hurried to comply. As he unfastened his pants, he could hear Kate rustling around behind him. He bent over, his heart pounding with anticipation and humiliation.

She smoothed her hands over his firm cheeks, making him moan.

“You have a nice ass. And— ˮ Kate ran a finger between his cheeks, barely brushing his hole—“You've kept up with your grooming. Good, very good boy. But we're not here to commend you, are we?”

She slapped his buttock hard. “Are we?”

Brett jumped. “N—no, we're not, Kate.”

“Why are we here?” Her tone was cool, brisk.

“We're here because I came, when you'd told me not to. And I overslept and forgot to text a picture for your approval.”

Another stinging slap. “Partially correct. We are here because you are a lazy, disorganized bitch who couldn't follow a simple direction—to get a picture to me. You are also a dirty, horny boy who came all over himself last night, but I don't believe in punishing for something that is essentially beyond your control. I think you probably punished yourself enough over that.”

She slapped him one more time, eliciting a deep grunt.

“Like that? Like being bent over your desk, the big boss ass-up and waiting to be spanked like a child?”

“Oh, God... yes, I like it.”

“I thought you would. That's why I won't be using my hand. It's not punishment if you like it, now is it?”

His heart sped up. “No, Kate.”

“That's right. You'll like this less, but it will leave more of an impression. I had to dig into the supply closet to find one of these.”

And without further ado, she brought her arm back and landed the first blow on Brett's left buttock, making him gasp.

“Count.”

Fuck, he thought. It's a ruler. She's using a ruler. “One...”

The next blow came, and then another. He breathed deeply through the stinging pain, croaking out the number of times the ruler came down on his burning ass. At twelve, Kate stopped.

Brett remained in position, allowing his heart rate and breathing to return to normal. After a moment, he felt Kate rubbing something cold and slippery on his abused backside.

“It's just a little aloe vera gel. It will help with the burning.”

She finished applying the salve, then patted Brett's shoulder. “Okay. Straighten up. You might not want to sit just yet, though.”

He groaned as he stood straight. He knew it would be time for the cock cage to go back on soon.

“How do you feel?”

“I feel okay. I mean, it hurt, but I was aroused, too. I was worried I might come again, actually.” It had been demeaning and painful, but he couldn't help but be turned on.

“Good. I didn't think it was more than you could take, and it will help me to gauge how you handle pain. Seems to me you like it.”

Brett nodded sheepishly.

“I want you to know that there are consequences for failing to follow instructions. But also know that I don't believe in discipline for things that are outside your control. I appreciate and require your honesty, and I want you to feel safe giving it to me.”

“Now, thank me for taking the time to teach a useless pussy like yourself a lesson.”

Brett reddened. “Thank you, Kate, for taking the time to teach this useless pussy a lesson.”

“You're welcome. Let's get that cock locked up, and then I can go home.”

…

Later that night as Brett showered, he replayed the day's events in his head. He'd admired Kate's handling of the situation, and in fact of the way she'd handled the entire week they'd spent as Domme and sub. She was firm but fair and went out of her way to ease him into every facet of their new relationship.

She made him want to submit to her. He wanted to be on his knees before her, crawling for her, obeying her instructions and earning her praise. The taste he'd had so far of serving a strong, beautiful woman had left him craving more; much more. He was eager to explore, to give up control, to have his limits tested.

He wanted all of that with Kate, unreservedly. And tomorrow he'd make sure she knew it.

…

Friday morning Brett was up earlier than normal. He chose a pale pink thong with a tiny bow on the back. It received an enthusiastic response from Kate. When he left the house, the cool metal between his legs didn't feel obtrusive, foreign; it felt comforting.

Once settled in his office, he made the usual call to Kate. She came in and sat down with a look of mild concern and asked, “How'd it go last night? Feeling okay about everything?”

“Yes. I feel really good about yesterday, actually. I was up for a while thinking. The way you handled things...it was fair. I didn't know what I was walking into, but I should have realized you wouldn't ask me to do anything that I couldn't handle.”

She smiled. “My goal here isn't to have you run screaming. It's to give both of us what we want and need—for you, the rush that comes with giving up control, for me, the thrill of taking it. I was pretty sure that spanking would get your cock hard, while giving you a little taste of what I'm capable of. Trust me, that wasn't much of a punishment spanking. You'll know when you get one of those, and you will, sooner or later. But last night wasn't the time for that.”

She rose. “Anyway, we've both got work to do, so let's free up your sad little dick so we can get on with it.”

Brett made no move to get up. She eyed him expectantly.

“Something you want to say?”

“Yeah, actually.” Brett cleared his throat. “We know one another pretty well, Kate, and after this past week, I want to take things to the next level. There's no need to remove the cage. I'll wear it as long as you require me to.”

Kate's expression remained neutral for a long moment. With a nod, she said, “Okay. I'm very pleased that you feel that way. I'm strict, but fair. I've told you I won't jeopardize your position or personal life, and I won't. But I will be demanding and hold your feet to the fire, and when, not if, you fuck up, you'll be punished accordingly.”

Ashiver ran through Brett. When, not if...

“Thinking about it, aren't you? Don't be in too much of a hurry. I know how to make it hurt a lot more than a few swats with a ruler.”

She stepped up close to Brett. With one hand she stroked him over his pants as she leaned up to whisper in his ear.

“Besides, you do want to be a good, obedient bitch for me, don't you?”

“Fuck.” Brett exhaled shakily. “Y-yes, Kate.”

“And do I need a reason to turn your sorry ass red? Or will you bend over like a good bitch and take it just because I tell you to?”

Oh, Jesus. Brett had never wanted to stroke his cock, to come, so badly. “No, you don't need a reason, Kate. I'll bend over and take it like a good bitch.”

She gave his balls a quick, hard squeeze.

“Of course you will. Now get to work.”

With a wink she strode out, leaving Brett's office door open. He sat for a moment, collecting his thoughts. He'd done it—handed over control to Kate. Offered his submission and trust. Exhilaration washed over him. He'd wanted this for so long and finally he had it, with a good, strong woman who would guide him, push him, support him on his journey of submission. He could hardly wait to be on his knees for her, offering his submission once again.