This is only a fantasy, as with most stories here. There is chastity and denial, and a small bit of cuckoldry. I appreciate constructive comments and ratings…at the very least, please leave a rating so I have some guidance in future stories.

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Daisy sat in the human resource manager’s office. She worked hard to maintain a calm demeanor. But she was pensive. She had worked all kinds of jobs, all over the country. The world, really.

But this. This was the big leagues. This was a mega-corporation. It could mean stability. She could put her momma in a condo or house and do well herself. So yeah, she was nervous. High stakes poker here buddy.

She had completed an interview with a review board of half a dozen men and women. Now Mr. Ferguson was reviewing all of her paperwork.

He was all company. She was good at reading people, but he had a good poker face.

He closed the file and wrote something on a piece of paper, folded the paper in half, then slid it across to her. “Will this be acceptable to start?”

She looked at the numbers on the paper and nearly choked, but kept a straight face. This was five times what she was making now. It would move her way up!

“Yes. To start. Benefits package?”

She almost fainted as Mr. Ferguson explained the 100% insurance, bonus and paid vacations.

When he finished, she signed the entry paperwork then asked, “If you don’t mind my asking, Mr. Ferguson, how did ya’ll decide on me?”

“Well, you came highly recommended by one of the company’s owners.”

“But I don’t even know the owners?”

“Evidently they know you, ma’am.”

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I was standing against the counter in the break room when my phone buzzed.

* I HAVE A NEW EMPLOYEE FOR YOU TO MEET *

I typed * IN THE BREAK ROOM *

A moment later Ferguson walked in with the new employee.

I spilled my coffee all over my shirt. I was dabbing it with a paper towel, red-faced, as Ferguson spoke, “Boss, we just filled that open position for Executive Security Manager. Her resume is impeccable. I would like you to meet Ms…”

Unintentionally, I finished his sentence, “LaFleur.”

Both of them looked surprised.

“Why yes. I did not think you had met. She was recommended by…”

“My wife…”

“Exactly.”

I tried to regain my composure. It was a good thing Samantha still had me locked up, or my erection would have been obvious. My wife had really set me up good with this one!

The tall black Amazon woman looked like she was trying to catch up, “I’m sorry, have we met?”

“Um…not officially. But I’m familiar with your…umm…” In my mind, I wondered body? Vagina? Scent? Taste? Dominance? “…work. Welcome aboard…umm?”

“Daisy. Daisy Mae.”

“Daisy Mae LaFleur? Daisy the flower??”

I saw the dominant ire I had seen at the club flash in her eyes momentarily before she smiled and laughed. She must have been hearing that since she was two. Now I knew why her company card only used her initials.

I knew exactly who she was, intimately. But the one and only time she had met me, I was naked and my face was made up like a dog.

“I think you will like working here. Let’s set up a meeting after you have a chance to get the lay of the land a bit. I’m looking forward to your thoughts on our security protocols.”

That evening I walked briskly into the foyer at home, “SAM!! SAMANTHA!”

She answered, “In the kitchen!”

I walked in to discover her leaning against the opposite side of the center island, eating a peach. She smiled.

“I can’t believe you set me up like that!”

She looked at me quizzically.

“What am I supposed to do with a killer Amazon domme who’s pussy I’ve eaten working in my office?? Holy crap, she knows about my chastity cage!”

She regarded me for a moment, apparently considering her answer. Then she pointed at me, “You are wearing clothes in the house.”

“What?”

“You know you are not allowed to be dressed in the house. Get your damned clothes off.”

I hesitated. She hadn’t even deigned to address my concerns. She gave me THE LOOK. “David, go and get one of your belts. One with the most design on it.”

My best friend David stood up from his place on his knees behind her, where he had apparently been busy eating her ass when I stormed in.

He walked past me, headed to his bedroom, giving me a “boy you’ve done it now” glance as his heavy phallus swung between his thighs.

While he was gone, I removed my work clothes dutifully and folded them. Now I stood before my wife wearing only my steel chastity cage.

David returned with a leather belt which was heavily scrolled with a western theme. He stood near her, waiting for her to take it from him.

She ignored him momentarily, addressing me instead without a hint of anger. “Would you agree the rules have to be followed? And that we should be able to discuss things without raised voices? And do you not trust my judgment?”

I looked down at my feet and answered sheepishly, but also honestly. “Yes, ma’am. You’re right, I over reacted. Of course I trust you. I mean, I still have the same questions. But I should have just asked.”

She smiled, “Thank you, babe. And we’ll talk about it. But first…you have to choose. The belt? Or yet another month in your cage without an orgasm? You pick.”

In my mind the choice was easy. I was about to lose my mind already, had been denied for over two months and had a week to go. No way did I want to wait another month!

“If….if you want to spank me, please…”

She crooked her finger for me to come closer. “Elbows on the bar opposite me, babe.”

I leaned on the center island, which left my bare buttocks poked out and exposed.

David handed the belt to Sam, but she declined to take it. “Oh, no. I think I would rather the big strong man deliver the spanking while Morgan and I talk, thank you.”

David and I shared an “Oh, shit” look. He was a solid hitter at bat and with a golf club. And the Mrs knew this. I nodded at him…it is what it is.

She spoke as he moved into position behind me. “I think ten for wearing clothes in the house; then ten for raising your voice; ten for not trusting your loving wife, and twenty for interrupting my orgasm.”

Fuck.

She nodded to David and he delivered a blow to my backside, making me jump. Then four more.

“Oh, no. If you don’t make him cry out, YOU won’t cum for another month. Put your back into it, David. Begin again.”

Samantha has an ornery streak, and had both me and David teased and tormented to distraction. Me in a chastity cage, his gigantic dick free but still denied.

An apart about Sam is that while she had been incredibly innovative, she had never gone here before. It flashed through my mind that perhaps she had seen my browsing history. The humiliation and pain of the scene had my cock trying to burst through the cage.

An apart about David is that he and I were like brothers. We all the time had each other’s back.

But I guess his manhood was as needy as mine.

The next THWACK against my ass made my knees buckle. “UNGGH!”

Sam reached forward and took my hands in hers. “That’s more like it. Count for him honey. You wouldn’t want him to lose track and have to start over.”

“One…” SMACK! “umpf two.”

“Did you look at Ms. LaFleur’s resume?”

“Unnggg….yesss…five.”

“Do you think she is qualified? Wouldn’t you have hired her?”

“Oww fuck! Yes…fourteen.”

“So what’s the problem?”

“What if she figures out who I am?? She knows about the club…about this….twenty-five…”

She caressed my arm soothingly, “I thought about that, babe. If you think about it, she has just as much to lose …more, really. She would need to keep the secret too. And in the meantime, don’t you agree she deserves it?”

David was a little off and the tip of the belt whacked my testicles firmly. I had been doing pretty good, but now I screamed in pain.

“Thirty-six! I guess you’re right. Should I tell her?”

“I will leave that up to you. It would be nice to have her over out in the open. Perhaps I could learn from her.” She smirked.

I counted off forty-five and was grimacing.

The next four were laid on with renewed vigor. Finally, with only one left, David was desperate. “Sorry, buddy.”

This time the strike to my balls was not inadvertent. Thank god my poor cock was encased in steel. I still felt the leather through the vent holes and the belt crushed my testicles.

“Ah, fuck!”

Samantha came around to my side of the island and caressed the hot flesh of my buttocks. Then she pushed me gently to my knees. “Now give me that orgasm you took from me, baby.”

The next morning I was awakened by Samantha’s tender caresses. I lay on my side on my side of her bed. She normally slept in the middle with David on the other side. I noticed he was still asleep.

She slowly traced lines along my arms, across my chest and abdomen, then my legs. She took her time, electrifying my entire body and causing my cock to strain against it’s prison. It was heavenly.

She grasped my balls in her hand, then went down on me. Or on my chastity cage, anyway. I could feel the warm satin of her tongue through the ventilation holes and I moaned in pleasure.

After a few minutes, she lay her head on my stomach, looking up at me. She smiled pleasantly, “I hope last night wasn’t too much.”

I had mostly slept on my stomach due to my sore butt, which had been interesting because of my cage. Which is why she found me sleeping on my side. I smiled sardonically, “No, not at all, why?”

She laughed, “You’re such a tough guy. I just want to make sure I don’t push the envelope too much. It was pretty exciting, but I do not want to lose us, if that makes sense.”

I ran my fingers through her hair, “Not a chance, honey. In case you didn’t notice, it aroused the hell out of me too. Please don’t hold back…I love your imagination.”

“Yay! I cannot wait for Saturday so I can fuck you senseless!” She squeezed my balls, causing me to jump, then got up to prepare for her day.

When I meandered into the office on Wednesday about 10 AM (it’s nice being the boss) I found Ms. LaFleur waiting outside my office. She had reviewed our security protocols and organization, and wanted to discuss some ideas.

She sat in one of the leather chairs across the desk from me and we chatted for over an hour. I liked her ideas for tightening up or tweaking our security, physical and internet.

When we had agreed on all of that, I brought up another subject. “I think it would be a good idea if you were to schedule some travel to our different offices around the country and internationally, so our people can get to know you. Maybe stretch it out occasionally over the next year or so.”

She seemed pensive. “I can do that, once I get my mom settled.”

“Sure thing. Hell, take her with you if there is someplace she wants to see. And always, always schedule time to go see the sites.”

That seemed to have a positive affect. “Wow, that’s great. I am going to like working here!”

As she stood to go, she looked thoughtful, “I just cannot shake the impression I’ve met you before Mr. Miles. Something about your voice or how you hold your mouth seems familiar.”

I shrugged. She laughed and headed to the door. As she reached for it, I stopped her and asked her to sit a moment longer.

“Ms. LaFleur…first, you can call me Morgan, please. Um…an honest relationship with our staff is very important to me…”

She seemed taken aback. “I assure you I have been nothing but honest with you.”

“Yes, I believe you. But I have not. I need to know you can keep a confidence before I continue.”

She did not hesitate, “Of course.”

I spoke slowly, “I want to assure you that what I am about to share with you does not affect your position in any way. You are here because you are good at what you do.”

“Okaaay.”

Not really being sure how to explain, I reached in my pocket and removed the pink wrist band which had been my only identifier at the club. I carried it for good luck now, and occasionally wore it when Sam asked.

I slid it wordlessly across the table. Daisy picked it up and looked at the number “69” embossed on it.

First she looked puzzled, then recognition lit her eyes and expression.

I could see the wheels turning. so many contradictions and new information.

Picturing the naked, chastity cage clad sub male chained helplessly to the floor, with his lips firmly locked to her sopping womanhood.

Then glancing up at the obviously self-confident man who owned a Fortune 500 business sitting across from her.

Trying to make it fit that they were the same person.

In front of one, she felt subordinate and needed his approval. Standing above the other she had been supreme and dominant.

Which was she to be now?

In truth of course, I had no idea what she was thinking.

She sat up a little straighter in the chair, her shoulders back, her impressive breasts pushed out. She folded her hands in her lap and looked at me…imperiously?

I suddenly felt naked again before her. I diverted my gaze and stammered, “perhaps you and my wife should talk…”

Just like that, without a single word, she had enacted a power exchange.

She left me dangling for several seconds, which felt like minutes. Then her demeanor relaxed and she laughed. “See how easy that was?”

I laughed a little nervously.

“It is really an ego boost that ya’ll were impressed enough to seek me out, Morgan. May I still call you Morgan?”

“Of course.”

“I think you are correct. It would be best for both of us if we kept our alter egos private. Kind of our little secret. And I want you to know, I will never use it against you at work. YOU are the boss.”

I relaxed. We truly had made a good decision. “I’m so glad, Daisy.”

She remained pleasant, but corrected me. “Miss Daisy. Or Ms. LeFleur. Or ma’am. After Samantha and I talk, there may be…adjustments…but I would never let them affect your work or reputation, Morgan.”

I paused. “Yes, ma’am.” Why did that simple demand make my dick press against the end of his cage?

“Has she let you cum?”

I shook my head in the negative.

“The other man, with the big, beautiful cock?”

I blushed. “David. No, but she ordered some of those ‘no-cum condoms’ in bulk so he can…ummm..service her.”

“In front of you? While your little winky is locked away?”

I stammered, “It’s not really that small, it’s ju-just locked in a tiny cage…” He tried to burst through said cage again.

She smiled, and I could tell she was making a mental note that I had a thing for small penis humiliation, and humiliation in general. Crap.

“Could we call your wife for an introduction while we’re here alone?”

Sam answered, “Hey, babe. I was just thinking of you…and Saturday.”

“I love you, honey. I have you on speaker. Ms. LaFleur is here with me in a private meeting and would like to speak with you.”

Sam gave a completely neutral response, not knowing what Daisy knew.

Daisy answered, “I wanted to thank you for your support, Mrs. Miles. Mr. Miles…sixty-nine…says you were instrumental in the head hunters approaching me…”

The little code was not lost on my brilliant wife. She knew I had brought Daisy into our trust.

“I am so happy you’ll be working with Morgan and the company!”

Daisy cut to the chase, “Could I buy you lunch tomorrow in thanks? And to discuss my…um…position?”

“Absolutely!”

Ohh boy. This was gonna be interesting.

That was my last day in the office that week. As I said, it’s good to be the boss. And I organized things so that most of my work could be done by email or phone.

David and I took in a couple rounds of golf while my wife and my new corporate security professional had lunch.

Try as we might, we could not get Samantha to distribute anything about their conversation, or what it meant for us guys. “Suffice it to say, I am getting an education. Whether you find it to your benefit or detriment, will be for you to decide…in time.”

Friday night, she asked that we take her to dinner and a movie. She made it clear there would no “hanky panky” that night, she was saving herself for Saturday.

She wondered out loud intermittently during the evening.

She said we should treat her well. Because soon she would decide how we each would gain our release.

Who would get to orgasm within her?

Would the second get sloppy seconds?

Or would they just have to jack-off?

Would she feel like giving one of us a blowjob?

That first orgasm was gonna be AWFULLY messy.

Maybe she should just make us blow each other so she wouldn’t have to deal with the mess. That would be fun!

*Cringe*

Someone would have to be responsible for clean up duty.

Would it be both? Or would someone be out of favor and do it all?

Needless to say we were both already strung tight. This only made it…harder.

She really missed real dick. At the same time…the no cum condoms sure had their advantages!

Friday night David and I each slept naked as usual on either side of Samantha’s prone body. She seemed to revel in the attention. Of course we were both accustomed to the sensation of her magnificent flesh against ours, but that night seemed more intense with our impending release.

She seemed to sleep peacefully. We both dozed fitfully, waking often with our different versions of morning wood.

Sam woke fairly early. And thankfully for us…ready.

“Isn’t morning sex the best? Okay, here’s the deal. If you manage to take care of me first, as you should, you only have to clean you own cum. But if you orgasm before I do, you are the official clean-up boy unless the other male does the same.”

David and I looked at each other and cringed. No pressure, huh?

“Aaaand, sorry David, but hubby gets my lovin’ first!”

Samantha leaned in close to me, using her key to unlock my chastity device without removing it from her neck. She pulled the device off without ceremony and tossed it apart.

My shaft grew to full, needy tumescence in only a couple of seconds.

She lay on her back in the middle of the bed, and beckoned me to her. I moved to kiss her nether lips as I normally would for foreplay. I certainly wanted her “ready to go.”

She guided me instead on top of her, “Oh, no you don’t. I am as excited about this as ya’ll are…just get up here and fuck my brains out!”

When I penetrated her for the first time in nearly three months, I felt almost like a virgin again. My penis had not felt so much as a touch; even cleanings were carefully managed to be hands-free. Sam’s tongue through the vent holes recently was the most contact I’d had.

Now the sudden velvety caress of her moist sex on my manhood took my breath away.

I began slowly stroking within her, trying desperately to NOT let go. She placed her hand on the back of my neck and pulled me close so she could kiss me. I kissed her back enthusiastically. I was in heaven.

And being in heaven, I soon lost all control and began hammering into my wife.

Before I knew it, the most powerful orgasm of my life overtook me. I cried out as it seemed my cock was exploding. Jet after jet of semen surged through my manhood into her womanhood, filling her.

My unbelievable orgasm set off multiple orgasms for her, and she bucked back against me repeatedly.

It would not be until we had calmed and fallen into each other’s arms that it hit me. No matter how close or powerful…I had cum first.

I was to be her cumslut, like it or not. At least I would like pleasing my wife.

My hope was that David’s pump was as primed as mine had been, and he would fire off before she did also.

Samantha climbed on top of me, placing her nether lips to my lips. “Gimme some more, baby, and clean me up so Davey can have his…”

Holy jizz buckets, batman! I had felt as if my orgasm went on forever, and now I thought how I had stored so much cum in my body. I had to cover as much of her vagina as I could with my mouth and swallow as fast as I could to keep up. I was thankful her fluids were intermingled.