I had been at my new job for almost 5 months and was very happy with it. I could finally say with complete justification that I enjoyed going to work. At last! It was not easy to find a job that really suited me.

It would also be high level whining of me because economic situations had worsened significantly in recent months due to the Corona crisis. At the moment, one has to be happy to have a secure job at all. I was more than lucky to find my dream job during this crisis.

It was just at the end of the first lockdown when I became aware of a job ad. A very well-known magazine for fashion and lifestyle was looking for a programmer. The ad matched my qualifications, so without thinking twice I sent my CV to the recruiter.

I was not mistaken, because after only 2 hours I got a callback and we arranged an interview. From then on fate took its course. I got the job and found my way around very quickly.

From a technical point of view, the position corresponded very closely to my skills as an IT expert and was, therefore, nothing special. One thing, however, was completely different from what I was used to in my career as a developer, namely the personnel.

Since it was a fashion magazine, only women worked there. But that was not enough. To work for this magazine, you had to have a feel for fashion and female needs. So, the staff consisted of fashion-conscious, young, neat women, who fought and worked hard for their jobs. It was an honor to be accepted there as a young woman.

Apart from me, there was no other male employee there.

To this day I can’t say exactly why I got the job because I didn’t make much of an effort when I applied. But I suspect that it had something to do with my appearance since I don’t look like the typical computer scientist.

Although I am shy and reserved, you can’t tell at first glance. Rather the opposite is the case because I look good and dress fashionably.

Today I am sure that there are some employees in the company who have kept an eye on me, but more about that later.

It was the last week of my probationary period and I was supposed to pass it without any problems, but I still got a little nervous when I was asked to come to the boss’s office on a late Friday afternoon.

The boss of the magazine was a very special woman. She was in her early 30s and a former catwalk model, a very successful one at that. She had incredibly long legs, a height of 188cm, and blond hair. After her active career, she had invested the millions she earned in the foundation of various projects aimed at the emancipation of women.

My new employer was one of these projects. Through the intelligent focus on the topics: Strengthening Women, Fashion, Society, Feminism, and Sexuality, the magazine had become a million-dollar company with almost 100 employees within two years.

It was a magazine by women for women. All interviews, pictures, and articles were written by women. It was about fashion, pregnancy, sex toys, menstrual cramps, lovesickness, etc.; in short, all topics that women are interested in.

Of course, it takes a strong personality and leadership qualities to create such an empire. Accordingly, the boss (her name was Karlie), had a great deal of assertiveness and every employee admired her for her toughness. I believe there would have even been young girls willing to work for her for free.

Personally, I am a great admirer of strong women, in fact, I even look up to some of them. In contrast to most of my conspecifics, I do not react with aggressiveness or attack strong women.

Nevertheless, the boss had an intimidating effect on me, too. I was not quite 180cm tall, and her height alone (of course, always increased by high heels), exceeded me so much that I was usually very happy to have little to do with her.

I became all the more nervous after I heard about this unusual appointment. In addition, most of the employees were already at home by late Friday afternoon. Why did the boss want to see me so late, and only two weeks before the end of my probationary period?

With a sinking feeling in my stomach, I arrived punctually at 5pm at the office of the boss. I knocked at the anteroom and entered. Karlie’s antechamber was a real office in itself. She had 6 assistants.

These jobs were of course very much in demand and only the select elite made it into these positions. The girls in the antechamber were all stunning. If I had to choose one of them, it would not have been easy for me.

Dementsprechend unwohl fühlte ich mich jedes Mal beim Betreten dieses Raumes. Ich wurde stets von allen Seiten gemustert und natürlich spürten sie meine Unsicherheit.

Accordingly, I felt uncomfortable every time I entered this room. I was always being patterned from all sides and, of course, they felt my insecurity.

On this day it was no different. When I entered I was stared at by 12 eyes. I looked down and said that I had an appointment with the boss. The boss’s secretary apparently knew about my appointment without having to check the calendar and just nodded and looked at the other assistants with a grin.

“How come she immediately knew what this was about?” – it blew right through me. My heart was only beating faster because it didn’t seem to be a trivial thing. But what the hell did that grin and the look around say?

I was afraid that they might hear my heart beating, so I took quick steps to Karlie’s door and tried to make as confident an impression as possible. Whether or not I succeeded I could not judge.

I gathered my courage and knocked on the door.

From the inside came a “come in” and so I grabbed the door handle with sweaty hands and tried to exchange one hell for another by slipping through the door at lightning speed.

But on the other hand, it was not one bit easier for my nerves. The boss sat at her desk and smiled at me briefly. She looked simply stunning. She was a real businesswoman – smart, tough, and always stylishly dressed.

After leaving me standing humbly for a few seconds, she pointed to the chair on the other side of her desk and said, “Please sit down.”

I did as I was told and sat down on the chair directly opposite this goddess. When our eyes crossed, I could only briefly resist hers and immediately looked down to the floor.

“Hello dear, I’m sure you’re wondering why I called you into my office so late.” – she opened the conversation directly to the point without making small talk.

I replied, “Yes, actually, I am.” I wasn’t sure if she had noticed the trembling in my voice because my nervousness rose again significantly. Finally, she admitted that this was no ordinary appointment. So, my distrust seemed to be justified.

“As you know, your trial period with us will soon be over. Do you want to stay here? After all, the probationary period is there to enable both parties to leave the employment relationship easily if they so wish.”

So, I was right, it was about my remaining in the company.

“Oh, yes, I’m dying to stay. I like it here very much.” – I said in a not very eloquent way. Of course, this immediately weakened my negotiating position, because now she knew that she had me in her hand.

“Good, I’m glad to hear that. Because we would also like to keep you here in principle. But you must understand that I demand a lot from every employee here. It is not for nothing that I have become so successful with this company.

My employees have to be willing to go further and give more than they would if they had a xy magazine. I demand this not only from my girls at all levels but also from you as the only male employee.”

“But of course, that is absolutely clear.” – I said, visibly relieved. So, “in principle” I could stay.

“Good, then you will have the opportunity today to prove it. I’m going to ask for something unusual from you, but it’s just about the extra mile that my employees have to go for this company.”

“I want to see if you are really ready for this. At the same time, you have the opportunity to be extremely popular with the entire staff, and I’m sure you don’t want to disappoint the girls in my anteroom. They are all very excited to see if you will accept. What do you think?”

“Well, I will certainly do my utmost. I received a very warm welcome and I really want to continue working here, besides, it is very difficult to find a job at the moment anyway.” – again I had betrayed my position too quickly, but it was also difficult because I was simply no match for this woman. Also, the fact that she had mentioned her assistants and their interest in the outcome of this conversation did not make it any easier for me.

“Well, let’s get to the real subject of this appointment.” She opened a drawer of her desk and pulled out a box. At first sight it looked like the packaging of an iPhone. She put the box on the table in front of me.

“As you know, we often write reviews and articles about sex toys for women. But there are also various toys, which are intended for women, but you need a man to test them. This is exactly the same with this beautiful piece here, which is called the “Cell Mate”.

It is an app-controlled chastity cage for the man. Once created, the cage can only be opened with an app. You already know of our articles about app-controlled vibrators for women, here it is similar in principle, but with a very important difference. The app to unlock the cage is, of course, not installed on the smartphone of the cage carrier. Ha-ha-ha.

Up until her last sentence I had listened carefully and had not feared anything bad, but now the adrenaline was shooting through my whole body. Should a device like this be tried on me?

Obviously, I also became red in the face because she continued immediately:

“Very good, you are getting red in the face, which means you have already understood what role you are going to play. That’s right, you’re gonna try this thing on and wear it.”

“On the one hand, we would like to write a detailed product review for our readers. But we thought we could go a step further and write a series about the “chaste attitude of the man”. This will be a bombshell for our customers, the topic has been hotly debated lately and we, as an emancipated magazine that consciously wants to strengthen women, are predestined to take on this topic.

This could be one of our highest-circulating issues. I hope you realize that this is very important for all of us and the company.

I did not quite know what was happening to me. What exactly is she talking about? What kind of series about “man’s chaste attitude”? You want me to wear this thing? And then tell you how it feels to wear it? Well, well, maybe I would be able to do that. I could put it on at home and write a few lines about it.

But it was blatant that she had already talked about it with the girls in the anteroom.

She must have noticed that my thoughts had begun to circle inside of me, so she got up, came over to my side and opened the box.

The device she had called the chastity cage apparently consisted of two parts. One was a kind of metal bow or metal ring. The other thing was a plastic tube, which was open on one side and closed on the other, except for a slit. I quickly understood what each part was for because on the box there was a picture of the cage in action, which I now looked at embarrassed.

I thought to myself, why is she taking the pieces out of the box and putting us both in this unnecessary embarrassing situation? At home, I would have enough private time to put this thing on.

She held both pieces in her hands and looked down at me from above. She was really such an incredibly beautiful woman. My heart was beating up to my neck. The smell of her perfume gave the situation an additional charming character. So, this goddess, my boss, stood very close above me, had a penis cage in her hand and looked me straight in the eyes.

Who could have imagined this situation just 5 minutes ago? Impossible!

“Well, what are you waiting for? I thought you wanted to support us? Now you’re gonna do something you don’t want to do, and literally turn tail?”

What? She wants me to put this thing on right away? Well, that can’t be it! That’s going too far! After all, we are still at work here. I am trying to articulate myself:

“Uh, should I put it on right now? I could just do it at home in peace and quiet, I have much more time for it and could also take notes.” – that was of course just an excuse. I definitely didn’t want to wear it here in the office.

“No, no, you’re gonna put it on now. After all, we only want the best for our readers, and we have to make sure that you have truly worn the cage.”

What else could I do now? My brain feverishly tried to find a way out, but now good advice was expensive. I started to get annoyed for a moment that I had already said how hard it is to find a new job and that I absolutely want to stay here. This meant that I did not have any good cards in my hand to negotiate with.

I also didn’t want all the women in the company to know that I wasn’t taken on just because I refused to wear this device. I already had a reputation for being a bit prudish anyway, which I was a bit ashamed of. Now I would have the opportunity to present myself from a different side.

So, I decided to give in to the whole thing. I had no other choice, even in retrospect, anyway.

“Well ok, I’ll take it to the bathroom for a minute and then I’ll report back.”

I reached out my hand for the cage and wanted to take it from her, but she pulled her hand back and said, “What did I just tell you? Weren’t you listening? I want to be sure that you really put the thing on! That’s not so hard to understand, is it?”

I had to swallow, my mouth was already completely dry, I was already under so much adrenaline.

“Uh, should I put it on right here and now?” – I stuttered forward.

“Yes, of course, that’s the only way I can play it safe. Come on, undo your pants. The longer you bitch around, the longer this embarrassing situation will last for you.”

I was so embarrassed that I looked down again. I slowly got up from my chair, only to discover again that with her 188cm plus high heels she was a good head taller than me. I felt like a lamb to the slaughterhouse.

My knees were trembling, and I was afraid I was going to fall over for a moment.

“I don’t have all day. It’s Friday! It is late and we all want to go home. Please open your pants now. You seem really uptight; I’ve been told that.”

Now, of course, she had me by the balls, again in the truest sense of the word. Who wants to be stamped as “uptight”, especially when such a hot woman says it?

So, I opened my pants, let them down a bit and took off my boxer shorts. My best piece was now freely visible and I could have sunk into the ground with shame. Because of all the excitement and nervousness, it was also a bit reduced in its splendor. Normally, I had a nice big penis, but any man will understand that under these circumstances he could not quite show it.

“There you go” – and because she had been waiting for this moment all along, she crouched down in a flash and skillfully put the cage on. I flinched a little when the cold metal touched my intimate parts. I could hear that the whole procedure was finished by a click, which seemed to be the lock of the cage. She checked once more to make sure both parts could not be separated and then stood up again.

“You see, it wasn’t so bad after all. Thank you for your cooperation.” – She went back to her desk and sat down on her chair.

She just left me standing there with my pants down. What was I supposed to do now? Immediately tell her whether it was comfortable to wear or not? Why wasn’t I asked a question, wasn’t this supposed to be a report after all?

But my thoughts were abruptly choked off when she reached for the telephone system, pressed a button, and said: “You can come in girls, he put it on.”

No sooner had she finished the sentence that I heard applause and cheers from the anteroom. I became terribly angry and looked at my boss questioningly. She returned my look with a smirk and the door flew open as the anteroom ladies came cackling in.

To make matters worse, I only now realized that I still had my pants down. Hurriedly I grabbed them and closed them again, which was not so easy because now there was this thing around my cock. I obviously had a lot of trouble stowing everything properly, much to the amusement of my audience.

“Well, he still has to practice that a bit.” – said one of the secretaries – “But you will have enough time for that now, right girls? There was laughter of approval.

“Beatrice, be so kind as to close the door. I would like to discuss the matter with you all in peace.” After Beatrice, a beautiful, tall, 20-year-old with red hair closed the door, she continued:

“The most important part is done. So, my dear, a lot will change for you in the next few weeks. I would like to summarize the most important points for you. Girls, please let me know if I forget anything.

• Your cage can only be unlocked by us. We all have the app on our smartphones.
• You can always ask us to open it, but you should think about it carefully and choose the right words.
• If the cage is opened by one of the people present, we all get a message on our smartphone.
• Your workplace will be in my anteroom from now on. We have already cleared a desk in the middle for this. We want to observe exactly what effects such a cage has on you and your behavior here.
• You will write a report of at least one DIN4A page every evening, and write down your thoughts and feelings regarding your chastity and the insights and problems associated with it. You will file the report every day in the network cloud so that it can be viewed by all of us.
• You will also write a weekly report which will be printed in our magazine. Of course, your name will not be mentioned.
• Every week one of us will do an interview with you, where you will honestly describe your situation with the cage.
• Because we also want to test your social behavior, you will take one of us out to dinner every weekend and then accompany her home. If the lady in question so desires, you will also be available to her for one additional day for household tasks. This is a special study on behalf of a university, which wants to examine the helpfulness of chaste men.
• After seven weeks you will take me out for dinner personally, then we will reflect and decide how to proceed with the project.

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