It’s an important week for the company that hires me. On Friday a contract will be signed with a new client who will bring in a lot of money but also strengthen the position as market leader.
It was I who approached this future client and convinced him to sign with my employer. I will be the company’s contact with this new client. The appointment for the signing is set for Friday at 5 p.m. at the company’s offices. The work is intense all week, proofreading the contracts, talking with the lawyers … I don’t really have time to think about Paul, but my boss regularly calls me into his office to check the situation. On Wednesday my boss informs me that he wants me to stay after office hours to make a final point with him.
At 7:00 p.m. all my colleagues left the office and I am still at my workstation. My boss asks me to join him. We spend a good hour rereading the contract and my boss congratulates me on the job so far. I collect the documents and head out of the office.
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It’s Monday at the office and everything is going as if nothing has happened between Paul, our boss and me. We are absorbed in the work. Monday evening before going to bed I place the chastity cage and warn Paul who orders the locking remotely.
Tuesday morning I am released, and it repeats every night.
We are Thursday at the end of the day and I receive an email from Paul. It is written that a package will be delivered to me this evening but that I cannot open it until Friday evening. Once at home I prepare to eat when the doorbell rings. It’s a courier with a fairly large and heavy box. I sign the receipt and put this box in my room. I am intrigued by this box, what does it contain?
Friday before leaving the office Paul tells me to open the box as soon as I get home because it contains the information for tonight.
I arrive home and before taking off my suit I run to the box and open it. Inside there is a full soldier’s uniform. It’s combat gear, a beret, combat boots, even the underwear is that of a soldier.
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My boss, so strict and demanding at work, used my mouth for his pleasure. All the sensations go through my head, anguish, fear, and embarrassment but also pleasure.
My boss then takes my face in his hands and kisses me. My breath must smell of cum and all the cocks I’ve been forced to suck. He doesn’t seem to mind that.
In my ear the voice of Master Paul speaks to me again. You spent your first night as a prisoner. You were great and the Masters had a lot of fun with you. You will be freed from the Pillory and I will take off the collar and the hood. Your first task will be to rectify your outfit and make it as less wrinkled as possible. We will have a drink at the bar so that you find all your means.
Once released, I pull up my pants, adjust my tie and close my jacket. Master Paul supports me and we go to the bar. He sits me down on a stool. My head is spinning a bit. The other prisoners are also released. Master Paul asks me to sign a document in which I agree not to reveal to anyone what happened tonight. I agree and sign it.
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Each waiter pair surrounds their respective prisoner and lifting them by the arm leads them to a door that opens in front of the first one. There is a staircase that goes down and we arrive in a large room. There is a bar where several men are already have a drink, all in suits and black ties, the same uniform as our Masters. Some wear a Venetian mask so that they cannot be recognized. The room is equipped with all bondage equipment and all submission gear that you can dream of. There is a stage where the waiters direct the prisoners.
We are placed on stage by our prisoner numbers. The waiters force us to our knees. We stay in this position for a long time. Every now and then a Master walks up and inspects one or the other prisoner. No sound is reaching my ears anymore and I guess it’s the same with the other prisoners.
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Sir leaves the dungeon and I find myself alone in this room attached to this cross.
I can only look at myself in the position of this gentleman prisoner. After a while I feel drool coming out of my mouth trapped in this ball gag.
The drool is getting harder and harder to contain and I can feel my shirt getting wet.
The whole night has made me very tired and I fall asleep despite the constraints but I cannot really sleep because regularly the dildo reminds me with an electric shock whose intensity is never twice the same.
Despite the awkward position I am in a state of euphoria and excitement.
Suddenly the dungeon door opens and Sir enters. Although it is not a working day, the gentleman is elegantly dressed. He wears a beige Italian suit, a heavy blue tie over an azure blue shirt, and very elegant black shoes.
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Following a departure for a well-deserved retirement, the management informed me of the arrival of a new colleague after the weekend.
It was therefore with surprise and excitement that my boss introduced me to Paul on Monday morning.
Approx 1.95m tall , hair cut very short and from the most beautiful red as I like.
So here I am sitting at my computer with this man in front of me, probably the same age as me.
The rule in society regarding dress code is very strict. Suit, tie and shoes are required. It is also required a clean and fresh shirt every day. As the company sticks to its image, it demands a different suit every day. This is part of the employment contract. The company sets aside a monthly budget for its account managers to purchase new suits, shirts or other shoes.
Shirts and ties are collected on weekends and cleaned at the expense of the company.
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