Lust Month

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48 Hours in Cock Lock

Friday night was judgment day again. I met with Goddess Manuela to review how well I performed at work over the last two weeks. Because I worked very hard over the past few days I was able to overcome my laziness and lack of concentration at work during the first week and scored a 3 on a scale of 1 to 4.

As previously determined, my punishment for this mediocre performance was 24 hours in the chastity device Goddess Manuela had me purchase earlier -- the Cock Cuff. As seen above, this stainless steel device is very simply constructed -- a bent cock tube to prevent erection and a single handcuff that is locked closed behind the balls to prevent removal of the tube.

I placed the Cock Cuff on as Goddess Manuela watched carefully, placed the key in a sealed envelope and signed by name over the seal to show that I could not tamper with this during the required period.

I am Goddess Manuela's Slut

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The Secretary with All the Keys (A Fantasy)

I work in a big traditional office where most of the executives are men and most of the secretaries are women. I get a new secretary assigned -- Emma. She is a young and beautiful vivacious brunette I have seen her in the building before, but she seems be to transferred frequently from floor to floor. It doesn't take me long to learn that Emma is extremely intelligent and well-educated. I wonder why she is content to be a secretary.

Emma is always impeccably dressed in form-fitting skirts, slight low-cut tops, stockings and heels I can't keep my eyes off her. I try to be professional, but because her desk is immediately in front of my office, I have trouble keeping my eyes off her entirely. She has a sensual way of moving even when she is only filing papers or answering the phone. Occasionally, she catches me staring at the seams in the back of her stockings or watching her skirt as it rides up her legs when she crosses them.

One day, I am giving Emma dictation and she is sitting with her legs crossed, dangling one of her high heels just a few feet from me. She meets my eyes looking at her stockinged feet and shoe. I get distracted and lose my place in the dictation. She says, "If you like my shoes so much, why don't you get down on your knees and kiss them?""Excuse me?," I say."I think you heard me," she says. It only takes me an instant to make my choice and I am down on my knees before her, kissing the bottoms of her Prada slingbacks.

After that, it is only a matter of days before she has asserted control over every aspect of my life at work. She soon requires that I wear pink panties underneath my suit each day at work. Throughout the day, she periodically comes into my office and shuts the door behind her to perform an inspection or require that I worship her feet.

Although I only see Emma at work -- I don't even know where she lives -- I dream of her nightly and tremble for her arrival each morning. Once she has me under her thumb, Emma insists that I increase my productivity at work. She makes me take additional work projects home and rewards me when I finish a project successfully and punishes me when I fail to meet deadlines. Under her supervision, my productivity increases 50% because I am driven with a sexual urge to please her and it infuses all my work. One month after Emma has seized control, she brings some documents into my office for me to sign. She tells me that as a secretary she only makes $25,000 a year and that as an executive I make $200,000. She says, "We both know that based on our worth to the company, those figures should be reversed." I tell her that I will arrange to give her a raise.

She says that she has an easier way. She presents me with documents establishing a direct deposit of my paycheck into her account so that I am left only with a remainder of $25,000 per year and she gets everything above that, including my stock options and equity in the company. I sign it willingly because I know that she deserves it. Several months later, it is time for her periodic employee review. I give her the top marks in all categories -- which she would merit for her top-notch work, even if I were not her slave. She takes the time to review me. She says that I have potential but that I sometimes get distracted by my sexual urges. She pulls out a shiny plastic chastity tube out of her briefcase and tells me to put it on. She watches with idle curiosity as I obey. Then she locks the tube with a small brass padlock and keeps the key. "Now, I think you will have the discipline to devote yourself to your work. After every major project you finish you will receive relief. The more work you do, the more frequently you be able to come."

A few days later, Emma tells me she is transferring herself to work for an executive on another floor. She smiles and says "Don't worry, I'll stop by frequently to supervise." She points to my crotch where the chastity tube hangs underneath my pants and says, "Anyway, that should do most of my work for me."As she packs up her things to move, I notice the key ring on which she keeps the key to my chastity device. There must be 30 or 40 similar, small brass keys on it.

All of a sudden, it dawns on me. For the last several years, she has worked her way through the business, systematically conquering and dominating almost all the male executives. She must be making millions each year if each one, like me, has been reduced in wages to a secretary. Even as I watch her walk away and I think about the life ahead of me --single-minded devotion to my work, long periods of chastity, all at very low wages -- I have no regrets.