I’d had a few days off from work, and came back to a few dozen emails waiting for me in my Inbox. One was from our Secretary, titled simply ‘Post’. I’d ordered a few things off Ebay, and not wanting the wife to see them, had specified they be delivered to work. Great, I thought, some new things to try out during the week. I opened the email, expecting it just be a short note letting me know she’d kept them safe for me.
“Hi, you had some post while you were off, I’ve taken most of it home for safe-keeping, you can come and fetch the one parcel I have from my office.”.
Odd, I thought, but went back to sorting the other emails, and only remembered an hour later. I popped into Claire’s office. Claire was in her mid 30’s, single, and a strange character, full of her own self importance, yet a bit of a gossip. At 5’3” she was slightly built, but her short hair and cute smile more than made up for her lack of curves. “Good break?” she asked as I walked in. I muttered something about it being a bit short and the weather was crap, and asked her for some stationery and a file I need to complete a report. While she was sorting these out, I asked her about the post.
“Oh yeah, I’ll get you the parcel I have here, I’ll bring the rest back tomorrow, I wasn’t sure when you were back and didn’t want to leave it lying round in case someone opened it. I know you have DVD’s and stuff delivered all the time, so I figured it probably wasn’t work related.”
If only she knew I thought, “No, good idea, thanks for that.” She smiled as she handed me the large padded envelope, I realised at once what it was and returned to my office and got back to some mindless report one of the Directors had asked for.
After work, I headed back to my flat, a home away from home during the week. Throwing my clothes bag in the bedroom and after stripping off and dressing in a pair of shorts and a T-shirt, I headed back to the lounge. Picking up the post, I started to open the large envelope, curious to get a look at my latest purchase, there was tape over the end, and as I opened it, I could’ve sworn it looked like it had already been opened, but then sellers on Ebay sometimes re-use the envelopes, so maybe it was just me.
I slid the small white box out and dropped the envelope to the floor. Opening the box, I smiled, in it lay a clear plastic chastity cage, a smaller box with a padlock and all the spacers and rings to get it to fit. I slipped off my short and boxers and set about putting it on. I’d thought about getting one for a while, but as the wife had no patience for any kind of sex that wasn’t the missionary position, it had seemed pointless, but curiosity, paired with an unexpected bonus, had got the better of me.
Soon my cock was trapped in its new plastic prison, and I reached for the padlock to complete its effect. Opening the small box though, and only the padlock slid out, no keys. Mildly annoyed, I clipped the padlock onto the cage, but didn’t close it. I picked up the envelope, expecting the keys to be loose inside, but no, the envelope was empty except for a folded slip of paper. I re-checked the box, but no, no sign of the keys anywhere. The cage felt good though, with this locked on, I wouldn’t be able to get hard and if it was locked, there was no way I could get it off either. Still, apart from teasing myself, it wouldn’t be of much practical use, there’s no way the wife would use it on me. I picked up the envelope again and pulled out the slip of paper, wondering whether there was a telephone number on the invoice I could ring and complain about the lack of keys.
But it wasn’t an invoice, it was a typed note. “Craig, sorry, but I accidentally opened this parcel last week. I’m intrigued by this device you’ve bought, so I want to see how it works. If you want to get the rest of your parcels, and I’m sure you’d rather they weren’t opened by our nosey receptionist, if they’re anything like this, you’d better come and fetch them from my house. Ring me before you leave. Oh and make sure you’re wearing your new toy, and make sure it’s locked, I’ll give you the keys when I’ve seen it, Claire.”
Oh. My. God. I’d been busted, I wondered whether she’d opened the rest of the parcels. This was bad, but god, the others? My cock twitched in its cage. My mind was racing, I could just see if she brought the parcels in tomorrow. Maybe she was bluffing? But I knew there was no way I’d live it down if the Receptionist saw what was inside them, it’d be round the building like wildfire, I’d have to resign. I grabbed my phone and scrolled down to Claire’s number. I’ll see what she’s playing at.
“Hi Claire, it’s Craig, sorry to bother you at home, but can you remember to bring those parcels in with you tomorrow?”
“Hi, Craig, sure, I’ll hand them into Reception for you.”
“No, can you bring them in and give them to me please?”
“Well, you know all post is supposed to be logged, I only pull your post as a favour, and I can’t keep doing it for you, why is there a problem?”
“You know I appreciate you doing that for me, it’s just…”
“Did you get my note Craig?”
“Yes I did, it’s just… you haven’t opened the other parcels have you?”
“No, not yet, I’ve wanted to, but no. So, does that thing you’ve bought fit?”
“err, I don’t…”
“You’re wearing it now aren’t you? But you want the keys don’t you?”
“I er, Claire, look please just bring the parcels to work tomorrow, and give them to me, we can sort something out”
“I’ve a better idea, either you tell me you’re coming to pick these parcels up tonight, or I bring them into Reception tomorrow, after I’ve opened them. How’s that sound?”
“Claire, please, look I’ll meet you in the car park tomorrow morning..”
“No, tonight or you can pick them up from Reception tomorrow.”
“Claire, please…”
“I’ll see you in two hours then, make sure it’s locked.” And she hung up.
An hour later I was parked outside her house, I’d picked her up once when her car was in for repairs, but I guess she remembered that too. She hadn’t left me an option, I couldn’t run the risk of anyone in the office seeing the rest of my purchases, I couldn’t think of any way to talk my way out of it, most of them maybe, but not all of them together, my life would be ruined. I’d locked the padlock about ten minutes after she’d hung up on me, and my cock was still struggling against the confines of its restraint, this may take some getting used to.
I walked up to her door and taking a deep breath, rang the door bell. “Oh, Hi Craig, you decided to come fetch your stuff then? Come in.” Claire smiled and stood aside to let me in, closing the door behind me. “Fancy a drink?, I’ve got a bottle of red open”
“Yeah, just a small one please” I walked into the lounge and watched as she poured a small glass of wine for me. “Thanks” I said, accepting the glass and sitting on the edge of the sofa as she sat opposite and took a sip from her own glass. I noticed a small set of keys sat next to her on a table. “So about these parcels….” I started.
Claire smiled, “yes about these parcels, what’s in the rest of them? No need to ask whether you’ve been spending that bonus of yours then?”
I laughed, nervously, “Yeah well, I decided to buy a few things”
“Well you, earned it I guess. So do you want your keys too?” She picked them up and jingled them.
“Yeah” I said, standing to fetch them.
“Hold on a minute Craig, I said you could have the keys when I’d seen how it works.”
“But… surely you worked that out when opened it”
“No, not really, I assume you’re wearing it? And it’s locked?”
I blushed, “Well, yeah, but”
“Well show me then.”
“I, er… No, I’m not going to show you, not now, not here.”
“Fine, you can have the keys at work tomorrow then, with your parcels.”
“But you said…” I whined.
“I’ve changed my mind, either show me now or leave, and I’ll see you tomorrow.” I drained my glass. “I should’ve poured you a bigger glass” Claire said, smiling.
I put my glass down and unbuckled my belt, letting my jeans drop to my ankles. Taking a deep breath and closing my eyes, I dropped my boxer shorts too. “Ooooh, I see” laughed Claire. “So you can’t take that off now without the key, you can’t get excited, or have sex either?”
“No.” I mumbled.
“Ingenious” There was a flash and I opened my eyes to see Claire holding a digital camera, “Sorry, my girlfriends would never believe me otherwise.” I bent down to pull up my boxers. “Oh don’t worry about that, we’ve got the rest of your post to go through first, I’ve got it all ready.”
“What?!”
“Oh, calm down, I’ve seen your cock, what’s the worse that could happen? I don’t want it anywhere near me, so it’s good that it’s locked up.”
Claire pulled a small padded envelope from behind her chair and ripped it open. “We’ll start with this one I think.” She pulls a black rubber butt plug out of the packet. “Not very well packed this one, I knew what this was before I opened it.” She laughed, as I stood blushing. “You may as well step out of those clothes you know.”
Sheepishly I kicked off my shoes and stepped out of my pants and jeans. I felt ridiculous stood there in my socks and t-shirt, my hands covering my imprisoned cock. “You can stop trying to cover up too, take the rest off.” I pulled off my socks and my t-shirt. “So what’s this for then?” She said, twirling the large plug between her fingers.
“It’s a buttplug.”
“For you?”
“Yes” I said, quietly.
“Oh look, they’ve even sent a sample of lube for you too” Claire ripped open the sachet and squirted it on the plug. “There, all ready for you.” She held it out at arms length.
“What, you want me to…?”
“Craig, you’re stood naked in my lounge, I think you’re going to do exactly what I tell you to.”
“I… er…” I walked over, and took the plug off her.
“On your knees, get it in, slowly.”
I knelt and slowly, slid the plug between my cheeks, pushing it slowly inside myself, moaning as the widest part of it penetrated my ass.
“Aww, did that hurt? Stay on your knee’s while I open the next packet.” I hear the ripping of paper again. “Aah, excellent, you’d better put this on, it’ll stop your new toy falling out.” The plug harness landed on the floor next to me. I slowly strapped it into place, forcing the plug deeper again. “You can stand back up now, and we can see what’s next.”
I stood and watched as she opened yet another packet. “You’ve bought rather a lot haven’t you? And all from different places too, oh well, only another two to go after this one. Ooh, what do we have here? Some clothes?” Claire pulls out a mass of lace and frills from the packet and throws them over to me. “Put them on then, you might feel a little more comfortable with some clothes on.” I sort through the bundle and extract the pink satin and lace suspender belt before putting it on. “How cute, you’ve dressed before I can tell, you’ll need these next.” Claire laughed and threw the packet of stockings at my feet.
I perched on the edge of the chair, inadvertently forcing the plug deeper inside my ass, and balanced as I slid the stockings up my legs, and fastened them to the suspender belt. The camera flashed again, making my cheeks redden. “Who’d have thought I’d have you doing this in my lounge? Yup, best put your panties on.” I picked up the matching panties and was about to step into them. “Hang on, you’d better do something about that first.” I looked down, Claire was pointing at my caged cock. Pre-come was dripping from the tip of the cage.
Ok, I admit, that whilst being completely humiliated in front of Claire wasn’t quite what I had planned for the evening, part of me was enjoying it. Claire was after all, hot. I wiped the pre-come from the end of the cage and then realised I had nothing to wipe it on. “Don’t look at me, I don’t have any tissues.”
Without thinking I licked my finger clean, making Claire giggle. “You slut!” Blushing even more, I picked up the panties and slid them up my stocking clad legs. “Much better, you almost look presentable.” She giggled again and pointed to the pile on the floor. “You best sort those out too” Reaching into the diminishing pile, I pulled out the soft bra and struggled into it, trying to ignore Claire’s stifled giggles and the flash of the camera.
Picking up the last item, Claire took several pictures as I slid the short net tutu up my legs and up to my waist. “If I wasn’t seeing this, I wouldn’t believe it. I’ve heard of people being into this kind of thing, but you? I had you down as Mr Boring.” She stood up and finished her glass of wine, smiling as she walked over and going behind me pinged my bra strap. “Do you want your Dress now as well?” She walked in front of me. “Or do you want your shoes first?”
Claire slid the box out from under the chair. “Shoes first, I think, I would’ve thought you’d go for high heels, not these.” She held up the kitten heeled Mary Jane shoes. “Still, saves making you too tall.” She dropped them on the floor, and as I bent over to pick them up, she slapped my ass, whooping with laughter. “You probably like that don’t you?” I mumbled a response. “God you do don’t you? Tell me.”
I muttered a meek “Yes.”
“No tell me properly.”
“Yes Miss, I like it.” Claire laughed again as she sat down.
She watched me intently as I buckled the shoes in place. “Right then, let’s see what you look like all dressed up then.” I stood and looked at her expectantly. “What?” she asked, a smile playing across her lips. “Ask for it.”
“I....”
“You need to ask for it, and ask nicely”.
I felt tiny, unable to look her in the eye. Quietly, I asked. “Please Miss, may I have my dress please.”
“Sorry, I didn’t quite catch that.” She laughed, now fully aware of the power she had, and beginning to enjoy it. I repeated my request, louder this time. “Yes, I think we need to see the finished result. Besides my glass is empty, and who better to refill it than a maid.”
She stood and picked a large bag up from behind the chair. Pulling out the hanger, she held out the Maids Costume. “I was expecting Black, not this,” I blushed, Pink had seemed a better choice at the time, so much more, well feminine.
Slipping it off the hanger, I unzipped the back of the dress and pulled it over my head, slipping my arms into the puffed sleeves. The satin slid over my semi naked body, the short skirt swirling down to just about cover the net tutu. I adjusted the neckline, then reached behind to do up the zip. Try as I might, I couldn’t reach it.
“Oh, for God’s sake, kneel down, I’ll do it.” I was shocked by Claire’s outburst, but carefully knelt and waited. Her fingers quickly zipped the dress up, and she lingered a little too long, fiddling with something at the back of my neck. Too late, my mind caught up. The dress had rings sewn into the back of it that made the dress lockable. I heard a metallic click.
“Fancy, they even sent a padlock for it.” Claire giggled, then sat down and proffered her glass. “Maid, I need a refill.”
I picked up the bottle of wine and poured Claire a glass, before replacing it on the table. Claire was clearly not going to let me get away easily. “Actually,” she said, “Hold this” And held out her wine glass. I reached over to take it. “No, kneel in front of me.” I demurely knelt and held the glass. “Yes, much better. A woman could get used to this.” She smiled, and flicked through the photos on her camera. “Yes, I could show these to my friends..or I could email them around the office.”
The look on my face must’ve had said it all. Claire laughed. “But really” she said, leaning forward and taking the glass from me “I could. What do you think?”
“Please Claire, I’ll....”
“You’ll what?”
“Claire look, you’ve had your fun, Please, just let me go....” Claire sipped at her red wine, and leant back in her chair. Her smile was just wrong.
Without warning, she planted her foot on my chest and pushed, pitching me off balance and sending me sprawling to the floor. “Oh no,” she said, standing and taking another photo, “My fun is just beginning.”
“Claire please...”
“No, stop the pleading, it’s pathetic.” She picked up her mobile and took some photos with that too. “Time for some insurance.” A few more beeps followed. “There, Sent to a good friend of mine, just in case you have any thoughts of grabbing my camera.”
I was in the middle of getting up, but hearing this I slumped back to the floor. That was the thought running through my mind up to that point, Claire was after all, not that hard to overpower. But now, even if I got the camera, someone else had pictures, and Claire wouldn’t be in the best of moods if I tried to take the camera from her anyway.
She sat back down, and emptied her glass. “Maid, Wine now.” She sat, smiling, and watched as I slowly stood and walked over. Her hand trembled briefly as she held out her glass, but the look in my eyes strengthened her resolve. She waved the glass around as I went to pour. “Don’t spill it”
Smiling, she held the glass still and watched my face as I poured. After I’d settled the bottle down, she pointed to the floor by her feet. Meekly I knelt. “So, you were saying... you’ll?” She smiled, running her finger around the rim of her glass.
“I’ll, I’ll, “I stuttered.
“You’ll do exactly as I tell you? Was that what you were going to say?”
I looked down at the floor, anywhere but at her smiling eyes, and those lips that I’d secretly wanted to kiss. “Yes, Miss I will.”
Her fingernail pressed into the bottom of my chin and the pain caused me to look up, right to where I didn’t want to look. Her eyes fixed mine, her tongue briefly wetting her lips. “Say that again, but this time to my face.”
“Yes, Miss,” I said, my eyes beginning to water, “I’ll do exactly as you tell me.”
She smiled, noting my response. “Blackmail is such a dirty word, but it’ll do for now.” She tossed a set of keys to the floor. “That’s the keys to the padlock of your dress. You will undress now, fold everything neatly and get dressed in the clothes you arrived in. You will leave work tomorrow and arrive here at exactly 7pm. Where you will strip and dress as you are now. You will also bring something with you to cook me for supper. Talk to me tomorrow at work and those photos will be around the office before you can blink.”
Claire smiled and sipped at her wine. “Are we clear?”
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