He glanced up from his computer screen, his face and body hidden behind the flat screen monitor save for two eyes which followed as she walked past the bank of desks he sat at. He knew where she was going and knew in a couple of minutes she'd walk back to her desk where he'd be able to watch her again.

Sarah wasn't a stunning model nor did she have a body 'to die for' but she was pretty and curvy nonetheless and naturally attractive to him. There was just something about her that had him captivated. She had a wicked smile and grace about her that made you forget that when she needed to do something it was going to be done while still being polite and friendly. He'd been oogling her for months, ever since he had been moved into the same large open plan room, always at the ready to overt his eyes should she glance his way so as not to be caught. Of course he'd never do anything about his fascination, she was a married woman with kids and he knew that not only did he have no chance but that he was not that kind of guy to pursue someone who was obviously happy the way they were.

He glanced up each time someone went past, hoping to catch her. She was wearing skin-tight wetlook leggings today and he'd take any opportunity to be able to watch her curvy body in them walking about. It was irritating that she was allowed to wear that type of clothing in the office as all the men were forced to wear suit and tie, and while it wasn't exactly fair, on this occasion he knew he'd not say anything as he was quite happy to see it considering latex was a fetish for him.

He glanced up again from the technical manual he was typing to see her upper torso walking behind several cupboards 'Damn it' he mused to himself, he had missed her returning and would have to hope the chance came again as he had no reason to walk over to that side of the office and to do so would look strange. 

As the day went on there were no more chance encounters and soon he found he was getting his lunch out his bag to eat at his desk. He'd probably fantasise about her tonight while masturbating, or maybe some of the other women in the office he liked. He might not even wait and spend a bit of time in the toilets to take care of business. Either that, or spend the night in front of the Xbox again.

Marcus wasn't the most confident of people when it came to socialising, years of bullying in school saw to that, and the very few times he had dated it had taken months and months for him to get to know them before being brave enough to ask them out. But none stuck around for long after they found more confident people. He tried to not let it get to him, to keep his chin up and keep on going, knowing that something would work out some day, he just had to keep going though often it was hard to and he cussed himself often for sniffing after happily married women who had no interest in him and quite rightly so he thought.

His revelry was broken by Laura from accounting approaching. But instead of walking past and behind to speak to Jerry in IT she stopped next to him.

"Marcus" she said in more of a question tone. "You do computers, right?"

"Do computers? You mean fix them?"

 "Yeah, I've got an issue and someone said you knew how to fix computers, so I was wondering if you could take a look?" She asked, head tilted and striking a delightful pose.

 "Um, yeah .. sure!" Marcus replied, shuffling items along his desk as he went to get up from the chair.

"ohh, no. Not here. I mean my home computer" She quickly said.

"oohh" Marcus replied, remembering years gone by when he used to offer IT support for a few very small companies and even offer to help clear virus's off co-workers home computers. "Yeah, I'd be happy to. When do you want me to come over?" 

She smiled "Tonight would be great if you can, let me give you my address" smiling as he nodded and said it would be fine. Laura smiled again and pulled a scrap piece of paper off his desk to write down her address, turning on the spot and walking away "See you tonight!"

He smiled and pocketed the address, happy that she valued him enough to ask for his help. He mused that she had made no mention of payment which was fine, he hadn't planned on charging her anything anyway. She was always happy and friendly, often talking to him in the canteen when no one else from accounting would so he'd happily help out. He hoped he'd be able to fix the issues whatever they were as it was a very long time since he'd last done something like this for someone. He remembered the last time was helping a family friend clear 2000 virus's, trojans and malware off the company and found a stash of some very interesting porn in a folder that surprisingly belonged to the daughter, reminding him that girls like porn too!

4:30pm couldn't come fast enough though he was grateful to have gotten one more look at Sarah in those wetlooks, knowing that it would be weeks before she'd maybe wear them again as she squatted down in front of the printer to fill more paper into the tray and causing him to do a major sorting of his underwear as his cock swelled as the material stretched even tighter over her ass. 

Marcus shut down his laptop and packed his bag before heading to his car. He's already used google maps to find where she lived and although it was not exactly on his route home the traffic would have gone by the time he had finished surely.

Switching on the radio, mind humming with what checks he'd perform on the PC, what questions to ask, the first being hardware or software considering he hadn't even asked that and hoped he wouldn't be there all of 5 seconds before saying he couldn't help.

Traffic hadn't built up yet so he made it through to his destination quite quickly, pulling up to your usual residential style house with driveway and noticed there were no cars so without hesitation he parked up on the pavement and waited, knowing she wouldn't be far away as she left at the same time as him. After a few minutes a black car bounced onto the driveway with Laura in the seat so Marcus started to get out to meet her. 

They passed a casual hello and she invited him in, telling him to wait in the lounge while she put the kettle on and asking if he wanted one. Marcus agreed and walked into the lounge, his eyes drawn to a small white box all alone on the table as he found a spot and sat down. Tilting his head he read the text on the box, eyes widening and a bulge growing in his pants as he read 'CB6000' He knew exactly what it was, he had the 2000 at home and wondered if she knew it was there and if he should quickly pop it under the table to save embarrassment when she came in.

His mind started to race as he stared at the box. He thought she was married with kids. Perhaps she wasn't, perhaps she was crazy into BDSM and wanted him as her slave .. or maybe he was being an idiot and it was left there by accident and the husband would be wearing it later. Either way, he couldn't stop the thoughts of being locked in it, force to pleasure her as a slave and serve her every needs.

"Just popping upstairs to change" came a voice behind him as she placed two drinks down and promptly went upstairs leaving him alone again with the box. His mind played fantasies in his mind. He felt like grabbing the box and running to another room, locking the chastity on and returning, waiting for her to come down in latex boots and gloves, a collar dangling from a chain she was holding as she walked in telling him how much of a naughty boy he was. Slowly, he reached out and held the box, lifting it off to reveal the contents knowing he'd hear her on the stairs and be able to replace the lid quickly. His cock was raging hard and knew he would cum instantly in his pants if he even so much as stroked it.

Peering into the box he saw it, thick pink plastic, a tiny padlock and no key. He quickly replaced the lid, telling himself how stupid he was being. This wasn't some fantasy story about to come true. She wasn't some  sex craved Mistress who somehow knew his kinks for bondage latex and chastity. It was utterly ridiculous he said to himself as he forced himself to think of different things. Women he didn't like, his friend in speedo's, anything to kill his raging boner.

 He doubled his efforts as he heard creaking from the stairs as Laura came down and he grabbed his tea and tilted his head as she walked into the lounge, him trying to pretend nothing was out the ordinary. Laura grabbed her own cup and sat on her legs on the chair. She was wearing a simple pair of blue jeans and white tea-shirt and not the latex attire of a dominatrix.

There was a momentary silence until Laura spoke. "I'm afraid I lied to you, Marcus. There isn't a computer to fix. I wanted to talk to you about something and the office wasn't private enough, but suffice to say ... you owe me. You owe me big time"

Marcus tilted his head in confusion and his face changed to that of utter confusion. "What do you mean?"

"You think we don't see you, with that big monitor between you and us as we walk past. But you forget that where we sit, we can see 'you!' And quite frankly we're all fed up of watching you leer at us when we walk past and even more disgusting is when you have to 'adjust' yourself. I mean for fucks sake, you were practically rubbing your cock when you watched Sarah changing the printer paper, its disgusting"

Marcus stuttered, not knowing what to say as Laura's face turned from her normal smiling face to one of anger. He didn't know what to say, he couldn't defend himself, couldn't come up with some sort of lie that would bail him out.

"And last week ... last week I was told that when I sat on Peters desk to talk to him you spent 5 whole minutes staring at my ass, and when I got up you almost immediately went to the bathroom and were gone for 15 minutes. I know exactly what you were doing in there and its sick!"

"Look, I'm sorry" Marcus spluttered. "I didn't mean too ... I ... But ... I don't know what to say, I'm sorry, I really am"

Laura's face softened "I believe you" she said in a quite tone "Whenever you talk to us you're always professional and I can tell you help because you want to and not because of some sleazy reason. But you've got to understand, Sarah was going to go to HR and file a complaint for harassment against you and she asked me and the other girls to vouch for her which pretty much means you could have wave your career goodbye. The only reason you haven't is because I asked her not to and said if she'd trust me, I'd deal with it for good and it would be worth it. So ... as I said, you owe me, because she agreed"

Marcus was sweating, laboured breathing and felt like his head was swimming as he listened, not daring to interupt until she had finished. "Thank you, thank you so much, I promise it won't happen again .. I'll move desks so I'm facing away .. I'll apologise when I see her, I truly didn't mean to upset anyone, I'm sorry"

She smiled again and motioned to the box on the table "I know you are, and I know you won't be doing it again. Do you know what a CB6000 is?"

Marcus got a lump in his throat. He could already see exactly where this was going and it wasn't going to be some fairy-tale romance where his fantasy of being a slave would come true. Slowly he nodded and swallowed "yeah ... I do" 

"Good, I want you to go into the other room and put it on, you obviously will know how so I don't need to tell you. Come back here when its on. If you don't, then I'll tell Sarah to do what she needs to do, I won't stand in her way again" She calmly instructed him, turning to the side and drinking more of her tea.

Picking up the box he slipped silently out of the room, looking left and right, wondering where to go. As he held the box in his hand and decided on the bathroom his mind raced of a way to get out of this and prevent putting it on. The only possible solution that came to mind would be to quit immediately without notice, screwing his chances of getting another job easily but at least without the added sexual harassment claim on his record. But there was a part of him, a part of him deep down that was crying for him to put it on, to be controlled by her even if not in the way he had wanted it to happen.

Lowering his trousers he quickly pulled the pink ring around the base of his cock as it started to grow again, the thought of being in the cage overwriting rational thought as hormones took charge. He took the opportunity to search the bathroom and found some baby oil, rubbing it over his cock while it was hard and then closed his eyes, trying to clear his mind and not think about what he was about to do. After several long minutes he felt his cock starting to shrink and waited, thinking about what he planned to cook for dinner, plans for the weekend, anything but the cage.

Feeling it go soft enough he quickly brought the cage to his shaft and slid his cock inside which was already getting hard again. He pressed the cage to the ring around the base and held it there, reaching for the padlock and slipped it through, twisting the hasp round and stared, looking down as he took a sharp breath and pushed the hasp.

*Click*

Marcus stared, looking at the pink plastic cage now locked on his cock. He instinctively pulled on it, knowing his cock was firmly locked inside and now the property of Laura, not even Mistress Laura, just Laura. His cock swelled as he stared and he grunted as it started to get painful, figuring it was because of how real this was compared to fantasy and must never have been this hard before. But as the pain increased he realised in horror that something sharp inside was pressing in several places. It was a spiked chastity cage and he was trapped inside it.

Hurriedly he pulled up his pants and trousers and made his way to go downstairs. As the first creak of the stairs sounded he heard a shout from downstairs. "You'd better not come downstairs unless you're wearing that cage!"

He stopped, pondering the words before continuing to descend the stairs. He had absolutely no intention of yelling that he was wearing it down the stairs. He walked into the lounge to find her sitting in the exact same spot. She looked up at him and pointed towards the sofa he had previously been sat at "Go over there, take off all of your clothes" she said calmly, watching as he wordlessly obeyed, feeling his cheeks burning in embarrassment and yet unable to argue out of fear. He stood naked save for bright pink around his cock.

"Good, now hands on head and stay there" She said, lifting up her phone and taking pictures, giggling as his cock twitched and he kept wincing.

"Now then" she cooed "Here's what's going to happen. You're going to get your clothes on and leave. Tomorrow at work you'll sit and act like nothing is out of the ordinary in the same spot you always sit. I'm then going to tell Sarah what I've done and give her your key, so remember that if you ogle any of us we're going to know about it and seeing as Sarah is already really pissed off at you she could do anything from going to HR to throwing away your key, so you'd best not piss her off. We are NOT your wank-fodder for you to leer at and masturbate to, understand?"

"Yes" Marcus replied, head hanging low.

"Good, get dressed and get out, my husband will be home soon with the kids and I don't want you here, obviously!" She said matter of fact, not saying another word as he slowly got dressed and walked out, closing the door behind him as quietly as possible, getting into his car and driving away, feeling the pressure of plastic between his legs.

Marcus's entire evening was spent alone in front of his toy collection pulling out every key for every padlock and trying to find one that might magically fit and unlock the padlock. As midnight rolled by and him barely eating he admitted defeat and showered before bed, wondering if he should just call in sick and have a day to work out what he should do. But then he remembered the meeting that was booked for tomorrow to which he was the who would be collating and supplying the data for and no one else knew where everything was or how to pull it together correctly. He 'had' to go in tomorrow.  

The next morning Marcus woke with morning glory, groaning from the spikes and seeing the bright pink cage only made it worse, forcing him to distract himself by making breakfast and getting ready for work. The drive to work was uneventful save for the thoughts of chastity going constantly through his mind. He arrived early, earlier than normal thanks to his new painful alarm clock. Weaving down the corridors he said hello to those he recognised, convinced they all knew the secret. As he entered the main open office he purposely averted his eyes from the Accounting department, not daring to even look in their general direction as he imagined them all staring daggers into his skull.

He hunched over and powered up his laptop, logged in and started to check his emails determined to be invisible until 4:30pm rolled round once again. A shadow appeared in his peripheral vision as he read an important email and he slowly turned his head to find himself staring straight at the crotch of Sarah in a pair of tight wetlook leggings. His eyes darted up quickly but he could already feel the reaction in his pants as he mentally screamed at himself at how he could fuck up already.

Sarah looked down at him, stack of papers in hand and an expression of her usual cute smile on her face with no hint of anger. She leaned over the table next to him, placing the papers in front of him as a small chain fell from her cleavage, a small familiar key dangling from it as she spoke "Hi Marcus, these invoices don't have the product codes attached, could you look them up for me please?" she smiled to him.

"Erm .. sure! yeah no problem. I'll have it done asap" he replied shakily, head moving around quickly trying to find somewhere to look that wasn't her face so uncomfortably close to his, her crotch or cleavage.

"Thanks" she said happily, then leaned in more closely, speaking in a very hushed voice. "I'm not wearing any panties today, and I've got a LOT of printing to do. I want you to stare, I want you to suffer" Pulling her head away to show her expression of how much of a scumbag she thought he was.

He looked away, not daring look at her, feeling his cock swelling and starting to press against the spikes. This wasn't how it was meant to be. It wasn't how he wanted it to be.