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Chapter 3: Orientation

"Shut the door," Marianne said from across her desk.

Aaron would have been terrified to be summoned into his boss' office on his first day. But not Carly — she was excited, her cock immediately beginning to stiffen in her panties. Panties she had picked out specifically because she thought her boss would like them.

Of course, Carly liked them too.

You're really doing this? I had asked myself that morning as I looked at my dress-filled wardrobe. You're going to be a girl for her? You're going to be Carly and let her use_ you like that?_

But I thought about the stockings, the lacy panties, the short skirt and matching blazer I had picked out and imagined how Marianne would look at me when she saw me. I thought about how my ass would look as I strutted around the office in stilettos, the heels click-clacking on the floor. And then I got dressed.

"Come over here," Marianne said, gesturing from the other side of her desk.

I circled around, standing next to her. She turned to look at me, glancing up and down my figure. Then without warning, she reached with both hands and grabbed the hem of my skirt, yanking it upwards and revealing my black lace panties and matching garter belt. I yelped and pulled my hands away in surprise.

"Very pretty," she said, as if this was a normal thing to do in an office. "I'm glad to see your garter belt matches your panties. I expect your bra does as well."

"Of course, Marianne!" I chirped.

"Pull them down," she instructed, turning to her desk and opening the drawer.

I bit off my objection and, after a moment's hesitation, hooked my thumbs into the lacy waistband of my panties and pushed them down until they fell to my ankles. My rigid cock sprang forwards, the tip pointed straight at her lips.

"Oh my," Marianne said with a grin. "Enjoying your first day?"

I smiled sheepishly. "I guess so."

"Your clothes are very beautiful," she said. "It's natural to be aroused by them."

"The black lace was so pretty," I gushed, my excitement over them pushing my anxiety away. "I couldn't wait to put them on. It feels so sexy knowing what I have on underneath!"

"You got used to this fast," Marianne laughed, bobbing my shaft with her finger.

"It turns me on," I said sheepishly, feeling embarrassed to admit it. "Is that... weird?"

"Does it matter?" she asked, looking up at me. "I prefer you turned on. "

"Does that mean you'll help me with this?" I asked slyly, giving her a pouting smile and shooting a look down at my erection.

Marianne's eyes narrowed for an instant, then she returned the smile. "Help you. Of course. Like this?"

She slipped her mouth over the tip of my shaft and sucked it while she stroked me with her hand. My gasp turned into a high-pitched moan as she slowly slid the rest of my cock into her mouth, sucking and licking as she did. She took my entire length with ease.

"Oh my god, your mouth feels so good," I moaned, knees already weakening.

Marianne began to pump me, the wetness from her mouth keeping my shaft slick. Almost immediately, I could tell I was about to finish. My stomach tightened and my hips began to buck, pushing my cock into her mouth.

And then she pulled away.

I groaned. Just a repeat of the dressing room.

Then I felt something cool and hard sliding along my length. I looked down just as she was pulling first one ball, then the other through a heavy metal ring. She settled it at the base of my shaft, my package dangling from below. It was tight but not uncomfortable, and I had no idea what it was for.

"Marianne, what is this?" I asked, my arousal quickly disappearing, my shaft beginning to droop.

"A chastity cage," she answered simply, sliding a metal tube over my cock and fitting it against the metal ring. "Part of your orientation period here."

"Orientation period?" I repeated as anxiety boiled up to my chest. "A — a what cage?"

There was a tiny click. Marianne pulled her hands away and I could see a small padlock holding the tube against the ring. It looked almost like a tiny bird cage — thin bars ran the length of my shaft and met at the tip. It was small, compressing my now-flaccid length in a way that was uncomfortable but not painful.

What the hell is this for? How am I supposed to take this off?

Without answering me, Marianne pulled my now-caged cock back into her mouth. I yelped and felt myself begin to stiffen, only for it to be immediately stymied by the metal bars. I balked, looking down at her and finding her smiling broadly around me. My shaft strained at the cage, but it remained resolutely in place, the metal ring held back by my package.

"God, you're so hot in panties and a cage," Marianne said, briefly releasing me before sucking me again. "I love knowing how desperate you are to cum. I love knowing how much the panties turn you on."

Pleasure mixed with pain and frustration. The pressure from the cage almost completely erased the feeling of her tongue swirling around me. I desperately want to be free of it, for my full length to be in her mouth. My shaft strained against the bars as she sucked me, but the only thing she drew from me was frustrated moans. Even as the pleasure built, I knew it would end in nothing but denial.

I moaned in agony, trying to will myself to cum.

"Sissies like you belong in cages," Marianne said when she finally slipped her mouth off my shaft, tugging my panties back into place and running her fingers over the smooth front. "Look at how cute it is in these panties! Oh, you were just made for this."

I shivered while my stomach did somersaults.

"What is this?" I asked dumbly.

"I told you," she said with a sigh. "A chastity cage."

"But what — how do I — why? " I stammered, still reeling from the pleasure and the caging.

"Because I want you in it," she said simply. "Nothing gets me wetter than knowing that you're so hot and bothered that all you can think about is sex. I want you so horny that the only thing on your mind is your little locked up cock in your frilly little panties and all the things you'll have to do if you want me to even_think_ about unlocking you."

My heart was pounding so loudly I could barely hear her.

"Things like what?"

Marianne grinned, but it was more like a baring of teeth, shiny and white.

"Things like making me cum," she said. "And teasing everyone in the office. And giving them a little taste of what you give me. And dressing like the horny, sex-crazed sissy you are."

I shuddered. "And when I do that, you'll unlock me?"

Marianne shrugged. "I guess that's up to you, Carly. When I think you're a slutty enough secretary for me, then I'll let you out. Sound fair?

I stared at her, mouth ajar.

"Doesn't really matter if you think it is," she giggled. "You're my sissy girl now. And now this —" she rested her finger on the front of my panties, pushing against my cage — "belongs to me."

"How do I... What do I need to do?" I asked, still staggered.

"The prettier you are and the hornier you are, the happier I am," she explained. "Prove to me that you're the right slut for the job, and I'll treat you the way you deserve."

"What does that mean?"

"It means that when I'm horny, I'm going to fuck you like you're one of my toys. I'm going to ride that pretty mouth and grind against your cage until I drip all over you. You're going to be so frustrated in your little cage that you're going to beg me to let me out. But good sissies like you don't get let out, and I know you're a good sissy. So even when you beg, I know you don't really want it."

She grinned at me. "I'll leave you locked and horny, the way you're supposed to be kept. And when I'm finished with you, I'm going to put you away dripping and watch your tight little ass wriggle out of here in a skirt so short that I'll want you right back in here. I'll shove your pretty face right back between my legs and you'll make me cum again and again."

She stood, her heels high enough that she was taller than me. She stared down at me and I meekly returned her gaze. Her lips were velvety red, curled into a hungry smile.

"You're going to love every second of it. And when you're just so horny that you just can't take it anymore, when you have to get out of that cage or you might just explode, I'm going to show you exactly how a little sissy secretary like you gets to cum."

She wrenched down my skirt, the sudden aggressive motion making me jump in surprise.

"Now get out of my office, slut, and go fix your makeup. I want you looking perfect while you eat me out for lunch."