Twenty-year-old Ethan had finally secured an internship, and not just any internship – it was at McDonagh and Clintons, one of the most prestigious consulting firms in the world. During the interview process, he noticed that most of the other candidates appeared to be tall, confident, and muscular, exuding a strong, commanding presence—everything Ethan felt he wasn’t. Standing at five-foot-six with a slender frame, he had assumed they would hire someone who fit the stereotypical image. So, when he got the job offer, he was genuinely shocked.

To top it off, Ethan’s new boss was Marina—a stunning thirty-six-year-old blonde with a sophisticated accent and an aura of confidence. Her long legs, massive ass and tits only added to his awe. This internship seemed almost too good to be true.

Ethan often wondered if he had been hired as a diversity hire, especially since Marina had brought up his declaration of being bisexual from his job application a few times. Each time, it seemed to please her.

Marina was a demanding boss, often keeping Ethan late so it would just be the two of them working. She had a habit of staring at him as if she were imagining something, but Ethan tried his best to stay focused and keep his head down.

When his work wasn’t perfect, she would scold him sharply, almost like he was a child. Surprisingly, he didn’t mind—it was something he found oddly enjoyable. Any small mistake, whether a typo or a grammatical slip, would lead to another interaction with Marina, who enjoyed calling him out.

And every time she bossed him around, Ethan couldn’t help but feel aroused. Her authoritative tone lingered in his mind long after work, becoming a source of guilty pleasure as he replayed the moments in his head at night when he would masturbate.

Ethan returned to his desk, trying to shake off the lingering tension from his most recent encounter with Marina after she had called him a naughty boy and bold; it was as if she was flirting with him.

He attempted to immerse himself in spreadsheets and reports, but his mind was elsewhere. The way she had looked at him, the way her fingers brushed against him—it was like an electric charge coursing through him. Each time he thought of her smile, a rush of warmth flooded his cheeks, and he found himself fidgeting in his seat.

As the day wore on, the buzz of the office faded into the background. Ethan glanced at the clock, his stomach knotting with anticipation. He had almost forgotten the promise of her "specific expectations." The more he thought about it, the more he realized how keenly aware he was of her presence, and how every glance she sent his way seemed to set his pulse racing.

Around ten at night, just as he was about to dive back into his work, the intercom buzzed again. “Ethan, can you come to my office, please?”

His heart skipped a beat as he stood up, smoothing his shirt. He felt that familiar charge in the air when he stepped into her office. Marina was seated behind her desk, a playful smirk gracing her lips as she leaned back in her chair.

“Perfect timing,” she said, her voice low and inviting. “I’ve been meaning to have a little chat with you about your… productivity.”

Ethan swallowed hard. “Is everything okay, Ms. Hayes?”

“Everything is just fine,” she assured him, her eyes glinting with mischief. “But I’ve noticed a recurring problem.”

“What kind of problem?” he asked, confusion mingling with a nervous thrill.

Marina stood up and walked around the desk, her heels clicking rhythmically against the floor. “Let’s just say,” she began, stopping mere inches from him, “that your… enthusiasm for the work seems to be getting in the way of your focus.”

He blinked, unsure of what she meant. But then he felt it—a familiar growing bulge in his pants, an involuntary reaction to her proximity. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to—”

“I know you didn’t mean to,” she interrupted, her voice silky smooth. “But it’s become a distraction. You see, your little… reactions have been quite noticeable.” She leaned closer, lowering her voice to a conspiratorial whisper. “And they’re affecting your productivity, Ethan.”

Ethan’s face flushed. “I—”

“Don’t worry, I have a solution,” she continued, unfazed by his embarrassment. She walked back to her desk, opening a drawer and retrieving a small, discreet box. “This is what I want you to wear.”

His heart raced as she held up a sleek, polished chastity device, its shiny surface reflecting the light. He could barely process what was happening. “Ms. Hayes, I don’t think—”

“Ethan,” she cut in, her tone firm yet playful. “I’m offering you a chance to enhance your focus and be the best intern you can be. All you have to do is trust me.”

He swallowed, the weight of her gaze pinning him in place. Something deep inside him stirred—a mix of fear and thrill at the thought of surrendering to her authority.

“Trust is essential in this line of work, don’t you think?” she continued, taking a step closer, her presence overwhelming. “And besides, this will help you concentrate on your tasks without any… distractions.”

Ethan hesitated, his breath hitching in his throat as he considered the implications. “But… what if I can’t handle it?”

Marina’s smile widened, an expression of genuine amusement. “Oh, I think you’ll find it quite manageable. I suspect you might even enjoy it in a way you hadn’t expected.” She moved closer again, her voice dropping to a sultry whisper. “And don’t worry—if you’re a good boy, you might just earn your freedom in the future.”

Ethan felt a rush of conflicting emotions. The idea both terrified and exhilarated him. “What do I need to do?”

Marina’s eyes sparkled with delight as she took his hand, guiding him toward the chair in the corner of the room. “Just sit down, relax, and let me take care of everything.”

As Ethan sat nervously, Marina knelt beside him, her fingers expertly unbuckling his belt and sliding his pants down. He could feel the warmth of her skin close to him as she leaned in, whispering in his ear, "Relax." The sound of her voice sent a surge of pleasure through him, almost pushing him over the edge right then and there. He could barely process what was happening—his boss, his director, was removing his boxers, leaving his throbbing erection fully exposed.

“Aww, just four inches?” she teased, her words sending a flush of embarrassment through him as his face turned bright red.

With a mischievous smile, she wrapped her delicate fingers around his shaft, slowly stroking him. Her perfectly manicured red nails glided up and down his cock as she giggled, "It's so small, I can barely move my hand." The mix of humiliation and arousal overwhelmed Ethan, and within seconds, he was cumming all over her hand.

"I'm sorry," he stammered, breathless and ashamed as he watched his release drip from her fingers.

Marina only laughed. "It's okay, Ethan. I didn't expect much from such a tiny cock. This is the least amount of cum I've ever seen—but that makes sense, given this is the smallest cock I've ever touched."

Mortified by her teasing, Ethan barely registered what she did next. The cool sensation of metal against his skin snapped him back to reality. She was holding a chastity device, and the sight of it sent a shiver down his spine.

"Remember," she murmured, her breath hot against his neck, "this is for your good. A little discipline goes a long way." With that, she locked the device around his cock and balls, the click of the lock echoing in the room.

Ethan nodded weakly, caught in the mix of her authority and allure. Everything outside her office seemed to disappear, and he found himself submitting completely to her will. Marina stood up, slipping the key onto a necklace that rested just above her cleavage.

"Now, get dressed and get back to work," she ordered with a smirk. "I expect that report on my desk by 9 a.m., without a single mistake."

Flustered, Ethan fumbled to pull his boxers and pants back on. "Yes, Ms. Hayes," he muttered, stumbling out of the room.

His mind was racing. All he could think about was how his director had just wanked him off and locked his cock in a steel chastity belt.

He hurried back to his desk and tried to focus on the project, but his mind kept wandering. Instead of helping him concentrate, all he could think about was the tight steel device locked around his cock and balls. The constant pressure and discomfort were completely distracting, making it impossible to focus on his work.

The weeks that followed were pure torment for Ethan, a whirlwind of desire and frustration. Every day at the office blurred into a haze as Marina’s constant teasing and her commanding presence consumed his thoughts. His mind was no longer on his work but on the maddening sensation of the chastity device locked around him and the memories of her sweet, cruel torment.

Marina played her role with expert precision. She often stopped by his desk, pretending to check on his progress, but her real intent was much more wicked.

Each time, she would lean over him, letting the key to his chastity belt dangle between her breasts, barely grazing his skin as her warm breath tickled his ear. Her scent was intoxicating, and her voice would drop to a sultry whisper as she teased, “How’s my little caged cock doing today, Ethan?”

The moment she whispered in his ear, his face would flush, and his heart would race, a pulse of heat shooting straight through him. He couldn’t concentrate, couldn’t breathe as her words melted into him. "I bet you’re dying to get out of that cage, aren't you?" she'd say, her lips almost brushing his ear, sending a shiver down his spine. His cock strained uselessly against the steel, the pressure building into an unbearable ache.

On Friday, she leaned over his desk again, her cleavage in full view as the key swayed hypnotically between her breasts. She glanced down at his flushed face, her lips curving into a wicked smile. “You know,” she murmured, her voice teasing and low, “I think it’s funny how such a small cock causes you so much trouble.”

Ethan’s face burned bright red as she toyed with him, his breath coming in shallow gasps. He couldn’t even muster a response, his body betraying him, his cock twitching helplessly in its cage. Marina’s fingers brushed the key, her eyes locked on his. “Do you think I’d unlock you, Ethan? That little cock isn’t worth the effort.”

She stood up straighter, letting her breasts graze against his arm as she leaned over to whisper again. "Maybe... if you beg nicely enough, I’ll consider it. But really, what’s the point with something so small? You hardly need freedom for that, do you?"

Ethan’s pulse quickened, his thoughts a whirlwind of humiliation and raw arousal. The combination of her words and the sight of that key resting between her breasts drove him mad with desire. His voice was shaky, barely above a whisper as he stammered, “P-please, Ms. Hayes…”

Marina chuckled softly, running her hand lightly down his back. "Poor thing, so desperate. You’re lucky I even bother teasing you." She paused, her lips brushing the shell of his ear. “But that’s all you’re good for, isn’t it? A little tease here, a little fun there. I know you love it, Ethan. I can see how hard you get for me, even trapped in that tiny cage.”

Her teasing words left him breathless, his entire body alight with need and embarrassment. He couldn’t tear his eyes away from the key nestled between her cleavage, and the more she taunted him, the more flustered and painfully aroused he became.

With one final smirk, Marina turned and walked away, leaving him trembling at his desk, his mind swirling with lust and frustration. All he could think about was her voice, her touch, and the unbearable ache between his legs. The steel chastity belt, the key hanging between her perfect breasts, and the cruel promise of her teasing lingered in his mind, making it impossible to focus on anything but her.

But all he could think about was her—Ms. Hayes, his tormentor, holding the key to both his chastity and his every desire.

It had been four weeks since Marina had locked Ethan in chastity, and he was going crazy. He had never gone more than a day without cumming, and now his director held the keys to his orgasms.

Ethan had come in at 8 am on Friday in the hopes of bumping into Marina early so he could beg her to release him from chastity before the weekend. She didn’t arrive until 9 am on the dot and smirked at Ethan with a devilish smile as she walked by.

Just as he was about to dive back into his work, the intercom buzzed. “Ethan, can you come to my office, please?” Marina’s voice sent a shiver down his spine. Instantly, he felt precum soaking his boxers, something that had become a constant frustration since his cock and balls had been locked away in chastity.

He took a deep breath before stepping into her office, and there she was—sitting behind her desk in a sharp suit, her ample breasts barely contained by her blouse. Marina stood up, walked over, and slowly closed the door behind him. She moved to the windows, drawing the blinds shut, sealing them in private.

"I've been impressed with your work since locking your little cock in chastity, Ethan," she purred as he stood there, tense and eager. "Now, would you like to cum?"

"Yes, please, Ms. Hayes," Ethan replied instantly, his voice filled with desperation. He would do anything to please her, anything to finally get some relief.

"Good boy," she cooed, rising from her desk and stepping closer. She reached down and ran her hand over the bulge in his pants, where the chastity belt strained against his arousal. Her touch sent a moan of pleasure spilling from his lips.

"Now, take off all your clothes," she commanded, her voice firm and authoritative.

Ethan hesitated for just a moment, but Marina’s eyes narrowed. "Do I have to repeat myself?" she said sharply.

"No, Ms. Hayes," he panicked, fumbling with his tie and clothes, his fingers trembling. His face flushed bright red as he stood naked before her, except for the steel chastity belt that was already leaking precum.

"Aww, it's even smaller than I remember," she teased, cupping his balls in her hand and giving them a gentle squeeze, sending a wave of humiliation and arousal through him.

Without another word, Marina led him by his balls, guiding him over to her desk with a firm grip. "Turn around," she ordered, "and put your hands behind your back." Ethan obeyed, feeling a mix of excitement, nerves, and overwhelming lust as she clicked metal cuffs around his wrists, binding his hands tightly behind him.

He gasped, the sound escaping involuntarily, while Marina laughed softly, clearly enjoying his reaction. "Kneel," she commanded, and he dropped to his knees immediately, completely at her mercy. She guided him under her desk, making sure no one would know he was there.

From his position, Ethan could see right up her skirt to her red panties. His cock strained painfully against the chastity belt as she casually slid the panties off, revealing her soaking wet pussy.

Ethan was trembling with desire, his mouth dry, as Marina reached down, grabbed his head, and slowly guided it between her thighs. He was face-to-face with her glistening heat, the scent of her arousal filling his senses.

"You've been a good boy," she whispered, pulling him closer. "Now, show me how much you want to please me."

Marina sat confidently at her desk, her tight pencil skirt hitched up just enough to allow access for her loyal intern. Below, hidden from view, Ethan knelt between her legs, his face pressed intimately against her, tongue flicking and licking at her soaked pussy as she conducted her day as if nothing unusual were happening. His cage was tight, pressing against his aching cock with every twitch of arousal, but that didn’t matter—his sole focus was on worshipping his boss, and she was in no hurry to relieve him.

“Come in,” she called out, voice steady, barely betraying the pleasure rolling through her as Ethan’s tongue swirled around her clit. She gave a slight, deliberate shift of her hips, guiding him to the spot she wanted, but her attention remained on the door as her assistant, Sarah, stepped in with a clipboard.

“We need to go over the figures for the quarterly report,” Sarah said, handing Marina the papers.

Marina leaned back in her chair, crossing her legs casually, the shift causing her skirt to ride up just enough to brush against Ethan’s head. His mouth remained fixed between her legs, tongue moving in slow, torturous circles, flicking against her clit and dipping between her folds. His cock strained in its metal cage, throbbing with the constant, overwhelming need for release, but he knew better than to even hope for it. His only purpose was to please her, no matter who came in or out of the office.

“Yes, let’s review it,” Marina replied smoothly, her hand slipping under the desk to rest on Ethan’s head, guiding his rhythm as she focused on the report in front of her. Her voice never wavered, though her grip on his hair tightened as his tongue delved deeper inside her.

Sarah droned on about the numbers, completely oblivious to what was happening just a few feet away. Marina nodded, making mental notes, all while Ethan’s mouth worked tirelessly, his breath hot against her slick heat. His tongue licked up every drop of her arousal, and she could feel him tremble beneath her, desperate for some sign of acknowledgement.

"You did a good job compiling these," Marina said, her tone crisp and professional as her fingers gently tugged at Ethan’s hair, signalling him to slow down, to tease her more. He obeyed immediately, dragging his tongue in long, languid strokes, savouring every inch of her.

“Thank you,” Sarah replied, still completely unaware of the intern's presence under the desk. “Do you need anything else?”

Marina smiled slightly, her gaze flicking down for just a second as Ethan whimpered softly against her pussy, his tongue flicking faster now, the heat of his need palpable. “No, that’ll be all for now. I’ll call if I need anything else,” she said, the double meaning not lost on her.

As Sarah left, Marina’s fingers tightened in Ethan’s hair, pulling his face harder against her pussy. She let out a soft, satisfied sigh, her hips rocking forward slightly, encouraging him to work faster. His tongue pressed deep inside her, swirling and teasing as she bit her lip, enjoying the subtle waves of pleasure building within her.

Just as Ethan’s tongue found the spot that made her pulse with delight, another knock came at the door. Marina smirked, not bothering to stop him as she called out, “Come in.”

This time, it was a senior partner, Mr. Hargrove, who stepped in, glancing around her office before his eyes settled on Marina. “Got a few things to go over before tomorrow’s presentation,” he said, stepping closer to the desk, completely unaware of Ethan worshipping her pussy just inches away from where he stood.

Marina kept her expression composed, though the amusement was clear in her eyes. She adjusted slightly in her seat, pressing herself harder against Ethan’s eager mouth, his tongue still moving, but slower now, gentler, as he struggled to maintain his rhythm without making any noise.

“Of course, Mr. Hargrove,” she said smoothly, nodding as he began to talk through the presentation. Her fingers continued to tug at Ethan’s hair under the desk, guiding him as he licked, every touch of his tongue sending sparks of pleasure through her body.

Ethan was in agony, his cock trapped in the cage, throbbing painfully as he tried to focus on worshipping her. He could hear Mr. Hargrove’s voice above him, the thought of being discovered sending an illicit thrill through his body, only making his need worse. But he couldn’t stop. He wouldn’t stop. He existed to serve Marina, no matter who was in the room.

As Mr. Hargrove went on, Marina let out the faintest sigh of pleasure, disguising it as contemplation. Her legs spread wider beneath the desk, giving Ethan better access, and his tongue immediately quickened, his movements more desperate now, as if he could sense how close she was.

“That all sounds good,” Marina said, her voice steady despite the growing pleasure. “I’ll review everything tonight.”

Mr. Hargrove nodded, oblivious to the scene unfolding below. “Good to hear. We’ll touch base tomorrow,” he said, turning to leave.

Once the door clicked shut, Marina’s calm facade dropped for just a moment. She let out a low, satisfied moan, her hand pressing Ethan’s face deeper into her pussy as she rolled her hips against him. "That’s it," she purred, her voice husky, "keep going."

Ethan’s cock throbbed painfully in its cage, his own frustration mounting as he licked and sucked her clit, desperate to bring her over the edge. Every flick of his tongue was a plea for her approval, a silent beg for just a hint of release—though he knew it would never come. Not today.

Marina’s breathing became heavier, her hips moving faster as she rode his face, chasing the release she knew he could never have. Her grip tightened in his hair, her thighs clenching around his head as she moaned softly, the tension building inside her, closer and closer to the edge.

Another knock came at the door.

Marina’s eyes fluttered open, and she chuckled softly. "Hold on," she called out, her voice still laced with pleasure. She gave Ethan one final, harsh tug on his hair, pulling his tongue deeper into her, and with a quiet, breathless moan, she came, her thighs squeezing around his head as her orgasm rippled through her.

Ethan licked her through it all, his tongue never stopping, even as he felt her shudder around him. His own cock ached painfully, throbbing uselessly in its cage as he worshipped her, his own pleasure denied once again.

Marina’s breath slowly steadied, and she gave him a soft pat on the head, her signal for him to stop “Come in,” she called out, her voice composed once again as if nothing had happened.

Ethan had spent the past seven hours naked and handcuffed beneath Marina's desk, his mouth relentlessly pleasuring her as she came at least twelve times throughout the day. All the while, he leaked helplessly from his chastity belt, denied any release of his own.

Finally, Marina stood up, uncuffed his wrists, and calmly told him, "Get dressed and get back to work."

All Ethan could manage was a breathless, "Yes, Ms. Hayes," as he stumbled out of her office with a sore jaw and his cock and balls throbbing painfully in the steel cage.

The next day the company’s sleek conference hall buzzed with anticipation as employees from all departments gathered, waiting for Marina to take the stage. She stood at the front, poised and confident, her sharp eyes scanning the room before she began her speech. Clad in a form-fitting black dress, she exuded authority, and every person in the audience sat up straighter when she finally cleared her throat and began speaking.

"Good afternoon, everyone," she said, her voice smooth, commanding the attention of the entire room. "Today, I wanted to start with some exciting news regarding our interns."

She glanced over to the side of the room, where the interns were seated, all looking eager and hopeful for whatever she was about to say. Among them was Ethan, sitting near the back, his face flushed, his hands clenched tightly in his lap. Beneath the professional exterior, he tried to maintain, he felt the familiar weight of his chastity cage pressing against him, the constant reminder of his submission to Marina. His eyes darted to her, knowing full well she could—and likely would—make this moment about so much more than just an extension of their internships.

"I’m pleased to announce," she continued, a small, knowing smile playing on her lips, "that we’ve decided to extend our internship program by an additional six months for a few select individuals."

The room applauded politely, but Ethan could barely focus. His gaze was fixed on her as she continued, every word laced with something only he could understand.

"Now, we’ve been watching all of our interns closely," she said, her voice dropping just a little, the tone becoming more intimate, as though she were sharing a secret with the whole room. "And let me just say… some of them have shown remarkable dedication."

She allowed the words to linger, her eyes sliding over to Ethan for just a fraction of a second before returning to the audience. His heart raced, his cage already feeling tighter. He shifted uncomfortably in his seat, trying not to show any reaction, but his mind was racing, replaying every humiliating moment she had put him through.

"One intern in particular," she said, her smile widening as she paced a little, "has gone above and beyond to… serve the company. You could say he’s proven to be… locked in to his duties."

A ripple of polite chuckles passed through the room, but Ethan’s face burned as he realized the innuendo was for him. She didn’t stop there, though, her gaze sweeping across the audience, enjoying the subtle tension.

"Now, I won’t name names," she teased, "but some people here are held to very high standards. In fact, you could say they’ve been… kept in line for quite some time."

Her eyes flicked to Ethan again, the barest hint of amusement dancing in them. His body tensed, his cage growing even more uncomfortable with every word she said. His cock twitched helplessly within its confines, and he swallowed hard, fighting to keep his composure.

"It’s not easy being under such tight control," Marina continued, her tone playful, "but when there’s someone there to hold the key… well, it can lead to remarkable focus. Unwavering discipline."

Ethan’s breath caught in his throat. His eyes dropped to his lap, unable to meet her gaze anymore. The weight of her words, her knowing smile, the way she so casually referenced her control over him—it was all too much. His cock strained against the cage, a dull, aching throb that only served to remind him of how completely she owned him.

Marina didn’t let up, her speech flowing smoothly, every innuendo perfectly placed, her control of the room undeniable.

"Commitment like that," she said, "is truly something to be admired. It takes a special kind of person to be so… restrained in their desires, so completely dedicated to the task at hand. Some people might find it a little restrictive, but for the right person, it’s freeing, in a way. Knowing that they don’t have to think, they just have to follow… orders."

The room remained respectfully silent, but a few more chuckles broke through as Marina’s words hung in the air. Ethan’s heart pounded, each innuendo tightening the knot of humiliation in his stomach. He knew everyone else thought she was being clever, perhaps even flirting with office humour, but he was the only one who truly understood how literal she was being.

"And don’t worry," she added, her voice almost purring now, "when someone’s been entrusted with a… key responsibility, you can be sure I’ll be keeping a close eye on their progress. After all, I wouldn’t want anyone breaking the rules."

She smiled that sly, knowing smile again, and this time she didn’t even bother to glance in his direction. She didn’t need to. Ethan was already on edge, his cage aching, his body trembling with frustration and desire. Her control was absolute, her words a constant reminder that she held not just his chastity key, but his entire sense of self, of power, of pleasure.

Marina stepped back toward the podium, wrapping up her speech with the same calm confidence she had started with, as though nothing inappropriate had been said. To everyone else, it had been a light, motivational address about hard work and dedication. But to Ethan, it had been a reminder of his place beneath her—of the small, caged life he led under her control.

"So, congratulations to all the interns who’ve been extended," she said, smiling brightly at the crowd. "I look forward to seeing how you all rise to the occasion… in your own ways."

Another round of polite applause echoed through the room, and Marina glanced at Ethan one last time before turning back to the podium, her message clear. He wasn’t going anywhere—not from his position at her feet, and certainly not out of his cage.