Secretary Ch. 01

CHAPTER 1

NEW RULES

Irina and Alex met six months ago in a twist of fate. He was a young, hungry-for-success intern at a law firm. She was a very successful lawyer, and much, much more. He was in his twenties but looked young, as he was short, slim, and had very little facial or body hair. She was a very impressive woman of visible Russian descent: tall, blonde, blue-eyed, and charismatic.

Alex came to Irina's attention quickly, as he was a highly motivated employee. Not especially smart, but motivated--and that is something Irina could work with. She offered him a chance to work in her department as an intern, which Alex eagerly accepted, as it was one of the most attractive ones in the firm. He feared so much ending up on a dead end, he jumped at the chance of working with Irina, one of the best-considered lawyers in the place. Irina didn't think of working with him, but on him...

As time passed, they became closer, to the point they raised some gossip at the office. Irina was demanding, and Alex did his best to meet her expectations, so some people called Alex Irina's pet. Irina liked Alex, but it was no secret that the quality of his work wasn't the best--in fact, it was mediocre at best--but he worked hard for long hours when she told him to work again on some task or repeat something to improve it. Irina watched in delight as Alex worked beyond his pay, working hours, and role, just to try to satisfy her. He was hungry for success and committed to her, and commitment is what she needed for her next move.

One Tuesday morning, the air at the firm felt different, and Alex felt a strange tension in the air when he was called to Irina's office:

"Good morning, Alex. How are you? Well? Do you know why I called you to my office?"

"Good morning, Irina. I don't know, but there is a strange feeling around the office today..."

"In fact, there is. Today I have filled in my resignation, and I am planning on leaving by the end of the week."

The revelation struck me. That was the last thing I could have imagined.

"But," she continued, "I have news for you--great news. I am going to begin my own practice, and I have a position in which you might fit just right in as my assistant. Do you want to sign in?"

I stood there trying to process everything, looking like a deer in headlights.

"But... of course, this is a--I mean, thank you for the offer!"

"There, there," she said, producing a piece of paper. "This will be your new contract. Sign it, and we begin next week. You will have more or less the same job you currently have, but I will pay you more and will focus more on your training. You can't be an intern forever, can you?"

"Of course not, Irina. Thank you so much!"

Alex began to read the document, but he was too nervous to really focus. However, he thought looking at the document would make him look professional in the eyes of Irina. Irina, smiling, handed him a pen and told him:

"Come on, honey. Sign. You know you want this--don't sweat it."

Alex signed the document and, after repeating his thanks, left the office feeling the luckiest man on earth. Irina had a similar thought, although for different reasons.

After a nervous week in which Alex prepared everything for the transition to his new job, and an even more nervous weekend in which he was particularly dreamy about his future, Monday came, and he went into the new office in which Irina had decided to establish her practice.

It was a nice, modern-looking space at the city center--a professional-looking office set in an apartment space. There was a big, well-lit room that would be Irina's private office, and some other rooms, one of which I assumed Irina would name as mine. Irina gave me a little tour around the place, and when we reached a desk next to her private office, she pronounced:

"And last but not least, this will be your workplace. Settle, and as soon as you are ready, I have some work waiting for you."

"What? But can't I get one of the rooms? I think I will work better in an office."

"Oh, an office? Hahaha, I don't think so. I need you here, in front of my office. We are going to be working very closely, so I need to have you ready, and a desk next to my office is the perfect place for you to be. Don't you agree?"

"Well... yes, I would prefer an office, but I guess this is good too..."

"Oh, come on, dear. Why do you look so disappointed? This is the perfect place for a PA such as yourself, don't you agree?"

"I guess so..."

"Come on, dear, settle, and let's begin. If you work hard, I promise one day you will have your own office."

With this, she disappeared into her private space. I began to accommodate myself, and soon we had this place rolling as usual--Irina on the driving wheel, and I enthusiastically followed.

Time passed, and soon days became weeks, then months. Alex was happy at the money he was making and how nice Irina treated him. True that she asked him for less and less legal work every day, but he had some duties that Irina called "essential," such as taking care of archives, reviewing documentation, organizing Irina's agenda, and running errands to keep her satisfied--including bringing her lunch and coffee.

Irina and Alex settled into a routine, which included a time in the morning defined by Irina as "instruction time." During this period, Alex came into Irina's office while she served him tea and asked him how he felt about the job. But questions progressed to more personal topics, as Irina began asking more and more questions. During this time, Alex began to open up more and more and felt like Irina really cared about him. One morning, after he had finished his tea, he began feeling light-headed, as Irina introduced a new topic:

"I have decided that we need to do something about our image, and this will include a change in your attire. Tomorrow, a tailor is coming to the office, and you will be measured. I have instructed the design of some suits that will better reflect our professionalism."

"Oh, what, like a uniform?"

"If you want to think about it like that, yes. But think about this as meeting the provisions stipulated in your contract about training. You must learn to look professional, and this will help you with that."

Alex didn't know that his contract stipulated that, but he briefly knew what his contract stipulated besides his salary and promotion opportunities. True to her words, the next day Alex was fitted, and before Friday, he received in his apartment some boxes with professional-looking attire--from ties to socks to suits, all very similar in a professional style, even a blazer coat. Now, the only weird thing was that the shirt's fabric was so soft, some of the suit pants were too tight or too loose, or the leg was too flared or too high-waisted. The jackets were strangely short and round, and the shoes had a strange vibe. Also, Alex had never had a cream suit before, nor a light green or a white one.

Despite his initial feelings, he began to dress in the most modest suits he got, and Irina complimented him greatly on how he looked. When he moved on to the rest of his outfits, Irina complimented him even more on how "professional" and "reaffirmed" he looked.

Everything was on track, and Alex stayed busy attending Irina. In the mornings, he felt a bit anxious, but that feeling faded after his morning "instruction time." In his last session, he had complained about his screen, as recently it had begun to flicker--especially during his articles reading time, a task that consisted in looking into news and articles that Irina told him to read, as they were of interest to his professional training.

Irina told him it was nothing to worry about and to just keep focusing on his reading. Within a week, he didn't notice the flickering anymore, nor could he recall very well what he had read during his reading time. Something about law and the world of fashion? But Irina rarely asked him what the articles were about.

Time went by, and Alex felt his libido intensifying. He was now hornier, and at night, he had to masturbate three or four times before falling asleep. He thought this was some kind of seasonal hormonal effect or something, but before long, he found himself thinking about sex almost every minute. He noticed his boss's beauty more than ever, and frequently he masturbated thinking about her--about how she would one day command him to pleasure her in her office.

One day, after his "instruction time" with Irina, he began to feel so horny that he went to the office bathroom and began masturbating. That way, he began a routine of masturbating after his "instruction time," just before he began reading the articles Irina selected for him each day.

Irina never discussed this, but was well aware of what Alex did in the bathroom for 20--30 minutes every morning, and, as time passed, a couple of times in the afternoon. She made sure she gave the boy space to engage in that activity as much as he wanted--after all, it was necessary for her plan.

On a Wednesday morning, Alex arrived in the office as any other day, only to find, after his "instruction time," that the bathroom door was locked. When he asked, Irina told him that there was a plumbing problem. The morning passed, and Alex felt desperate for release, to the point that he began to touch himself under his clothes. He was a bit lost in the filthy activity when Irina passed by his desk, going to the street door, telling him that she was going outside to have a salad. As soon as she left, Alex couldn't hold it anymore and calculated he had at least 15 minutes, so quickly he opened his pants and began to pleasure himself.

Irina, watching it all on her phone, was calculating the moment in which the boy was going to erupt. She had to be precise to catch him in the act, and here it came... As Alex was orgasming, he heard the street door open and a person rush in, leaving him no time to react.

"I am sorry, I forgot my sunglasses, can you believe--OH MY GOODNESS! ALEX!! WHAT ARE YOU DOING!?"

"Ah... I aaah..."

"Oh my, don't you try to explain yourself, it is very clear what you are doing. Can't believe you do such dirty things! In here, in my office!"

"I am sorry, I was just..."

"Don't say another word. Oh my, how could you?"

With that, she went back out of the office, closing the street doorway too hard, as if she were angry. I was feeling as ashamed as someone can be. When Irina came back, she said nothing and went straight into her office. I was trying to be as silent as possible and on my best behavior. We didn't talk for the rest of the day, and as soon as work time was over, I got out and went home, looking to crawl into my bed and die.

The next morning came too quickly, and as I got dressed, I wondered if I should just stay home and never go back again. But I couldn't afford to change my job just now--my salary was low, and living in the city was expensive. Working with Irina had been my chance out of my low-class status. That is, if she didn't fire me that morning, which might just happen.

As usual, when I got to the office, Irina was already there, working in her private space. Time went slowly, and I was growing nervous until she called me in for our usual morning "instruction time." When I entered the office, she was pouring the tea and, silently, piercing me with her gaze, she began to talk, in a distant and full-of-authority manner:

"So Alex, let's cut to the chase. You know what you did yesterday and how serious it is?"

"I ah... I am sorry, I..."

"Oh, you are sorry?"

"Yes, I am sorry..."

"You are sorry--" she made a pause and kept her eyes fixed on me "--we will see about that. I am going to say it out loud: you were masturbating in a public space."

"Public... public space?"

"Yes, a public space. The office is considered a running business, hence open to the public. You have committed a very serious felony--a felony which implies jail time and being registered as a sexual offender."

"Whaaat? How..."

"You are a sexual offender, and you say you are sorry. Unbelievable. How can you behave so low?"

"I don't know, I don't know why I did it. I just... I couldn't control myself..."

"You couldn't control yourself? Really?"

"Yes, it is true. I couldn't control myself..." I said, almost crying.

"So if you couldn't control yourself, this hasn't been just one perverted act. This has happened before, am I right?"

"Yes," I nodded, my eyes looking down.

"We have a problem here. If I report you as a sex offender, you will face very serious consequences. However..." she paused, "however, I want to believe you, Alex, because I appreciate you. Are you really unable to control your urges?"

"Ye-es, I have a... problem. I am sorry."

"Okay. I think I know what the problem is. I am going to help you with your problem, but you have to agree to my instructions. We must work together to help you. Otherwise, you will have to face the consequences of your actions. Is that clear?"

"Yes, yes, absolutely. Thank you."

"Okay. Now go back to your desk. Dismissed."

"Thank you..."

With that, I left and resumed my duties. I felt a lot of pressure in my head and felt somewhat uneasy. The day went by slowly, and every time Irina came out of her space, it felt awkward. As soon as work time was over, I went back home, looking to put an end to another embarrassing day. As I lay in bed, my head was full of ideas. I had no idea how Irina was planning to help me, but anything was better than jail.

How wrong I was...

Next day, I felt better, and when Irina called me for "instruction time," she had recovered her usual mood. She was pouring me tea and, while we drank it, she made small talk. I began to feel spaced and couldn't really focus, when she told me something that caught me off guard.

"So I have been studying how to deal with your condition, Alex. We are going to take a medical approach, and for starters, I will take you to therapy this week so they can check on you. Additionally, you will have to wear this device." She opened the first drawer of her desk and produced a chastity cage.

"What is that? Why..."

"This, my dear Alex, is the first step to your full recovery, and as such, the first step to avoid being reported to the authorities. This is a chastity cage you will wear from now on to make sure you cannot commit a nasty act again."

"But I..."

"No buts. You will wear this until therapy. I made an appointment next Thursday, and there we can ask the doctor how to proceed. Now, shall we?"

I couldn't believe what was happening, but I couldn't focus at all. My vision was blurry, and I was unable to concentrate. I could only mumble some words when I felt that Irina began to unzip my pants and manipulated my cock.

"There we go, boy. Nice and secure. Now we are both safe. It will be a bit uncomfortable at first, but of course..."

Irina went on explaining the benefits of the cage to me and some other things I couldn't understand. After a while, I felt my mind slowly returning, and I was dismissed by Irina. I clumsily made it to my desk, where I stayed until I recovered.

The first thing I did was go to the bathroom and examine the device. Between my legs, very visible, my cock was trapped inside a shiny metal device. It looked high-end and expensive. Irina had also locked a padlock to make sure the cage stayed on. I tried to manipulate it, but no use. I couldn't remove it. The ring at the base was awfully tight, and there was a bent bar between my testicles, separating them and making sure everything stayed tight and didn't slip in any manner.

Feeling defeated, I returned to my desk. Irina had restrained my masculinity, but I felt weak--so weak--I couldn't protest. She caught me masturbating, and she had threatened to destroy my life if I didn't cooperate. I felt like crying.

Soon, it was article-reading time. Today, more than ever, it was impossible to concentrate. The screen was failing all the time. It just produced some flashes, like quick images and sounds I couldn't understand. I began to doze off...

The rest of the day went as usual, and so did the next one. True to her word, on Thursday, after instruction time, Irina instructed me to grab my things and follow her. We went to the building garage, where Irina opened a luxury, very elegant Jaguar car and told me to sit next to her. She turned it on and began to drive out of the garage, out of the neighborhood, out of the city... I was feeling sleepy again when we finally arrived at a gated house on the outskirts. Irina honked, and the doors opened. She drove in and came down from the car, instructing me to do the same with her polite yet commanding "Follow me."

We got inside the building and were met by a shy-looking girl behind a desk and a very attractive blonde woman in a doctor's white coat. In fact, she had a similar aura to that of Irina's. She greeted her, and Irina introduced us.

"Alex, this is Paige Nevsky. She is the therapist who is going to help you with your problem."

"Hi..." Feeling ashamed, I couldn't say anything better.

"Well, let's try not to call it a problem until we run a diagnosis. Why don't you come with me to my office, Alex?"

Doctor Nevsky guided me into her office and instructed me to take a seat on a chaise lounge. It was comfortable, and sleepy as I was, it felt kind of comfortable.

"Now, Alex, I want you to relax. Breathe in... Breathe out... Let all the worries leave your body. Your mind is calm..."

The next thing I remember is waking up disoriented. Doctor Nevsky was next to me, and the sound of a metronome at a slow pace could be heard as if it were background noise.

"Hey Alex, you are finally awake. Relax, take it slowly. You fell asleep during the relaxation exercises."

"Wh... what? Whe-re... what time is it?"

"Don't worry about that now, Alex. You don't need to worry about anything at all..."

Her calm voice had a relaxing effect on me. Slowly, I began to focus again. I couldn't believe I had just fallen asleep in the middle of the day. Suddenly, I felt worried that Doctor Nevsky might be offended because I was out.

"I am... I am sorry to have fallen asleep, I..."

"Oh, you don't have to worry at all. You were just very, very tired. It is a very common thing in patients going through a lot of stress, as you are. Today, we just focused on relaxation exercises. You need to let go. You have done very well, Alex."

Suddenly I felt very complimented by her words. Her approval made me feel good, secure. While I was still making up my mind, Irina entered the room and sat halfway between Doctor Nevsky and me.

"Thanks for joining us, Irina."

"My pleasure, Paige. Tell us, please--how severe is Alex's condition?"

Doctor Nevsky took a few seconds before answering, and then she looked at us with a very serious, analytical expression:

"When I met you today, I thought I was going to treat a patient with a case of sex addiction. Symptoms indicated so: unable to resist compulsive masturbation, and difficulty expressing the reasons for his conduct. But I am afraid Alex's condition goes beyond that. He is suffering from severe stress. That is making him engage in compulsive behavior. The main cause for this is usually pressure from a job that is very demanding, or a personal situation that is being repressed, either consciously or subconsciously. Alex is dealing with a lot right now, even if he doesn't realize it himself, and he needs help."

Irina looked at me as if I were some kind of child. She looked genuinely worried.

"What do you mean, doctor? How can we help him?"

"For starters, we need to continue working with him in therapy to understand the cause of his stress. He also needs some time performing less demanding tasks at his job. And of course, he needs someone to supervise him."

"Supervise him? Why?"

"Right now, Alex is a potential threat to himself or others. Under the stress levels he is experiencing right now, he would need to be under supervision. But if we report the nature of his condition and the external cause of it--public masturbation--he will be institutionalized. I don't believe that will be good for Alex, so we need someone to check how he is doing on a daily basis, to make sure he is managing his stress levels correctly. Now, being in the position you are right now, Irina, and considering you already know his condition, you will be the best candidate to assume a control role--if you and Alex agree, that is."

"Oh, of course I agree, doctor. I want to help him as much as I can. Anything for my promising employee."

Irina and Doctor Nevsky looked at me for a few seconds. I was still processing everything. Was I really experiencing such a bad situation? I felt so intimidated by these women. Doctor Nevsky was a doctor--hers was a medical opinion, and one should always trust his doctor...

"What... what would that... imply?"

"Oh, nothing much. Irina will check how you are feeling during some counseling time now and then and will report that you are fine. She will also guide some tasks I am going to prescribe to you, and make sure you are working in a safe space. Nothing much. It is my professional opinion that you will benefit a lot from her tutoring."

"Come on, Alex, we want to help you. This is the easy way. The nice doctor wants the best for you, and one should always trust their doctor."

I felt compelled to agree. I was scared of what Irina might do if I didn't agree on "the easy way." And then, it is true that one should always trust his doctor.

"Ok... okay. I guess we can try and..."

"Excellent! You will get better soon if you cooperate with Irina and follow professional guidance. Now, medical diligence requires us to establish the treatment we will be developing in the next few months. Violet!" Doctor Nevsky called into an intercom device. "Bring us the pad for a signature."

The girl who was at the desk when we got to the office entered and gave Doctor Nevsky a tablet. It was strange--the first thing I noticed when I saw her was her marvelous rack--but now I could see she was dressed in a rather sexy secretary style, and I felt amazed by how she was able to draw attention.

"Now, Irina, please put your fingerprint in here... thank you. You too, Alex... well done, thank you."

We pressed our thumbs on a touchpad, and a green check appeared on the screen. I asked:

"What was that?"

"Oh, don't mind. It is just some paperwork that needs to be filled out. Nothing important."

"Like... like a contract?"

"Well, yes, if you want to think about it that way."

"Shouldn't we... read it?"

"Don't worry, Alex," said Irina. "I will read it later for us. Now, trust your doctor."

Irina smiled at me. I suddenly felt calm. After some talk, it was agreed that we would attend therapy every Tuesday and Friday. Finally, Doctor Nevsky accompanied us to the door. We got in Irina's elegant car and began to go back into the city. Irina was very nice and asked where I lived. I told her, and she gave me a ride to my place--my little studio in a cheap area of the city. I felt a bit ashamed about Irina seeing the neighborhood I lived in. Her luxury car was not something you would easily see in my area. We were almost at my place when something came to my mind:

"Oh, Irina, I... aaaa, hmmm..."

"Yes?"

"I was wondering if, before I go, you can take... you know... my cage off..."

Irina didn't answer for a moment. She kept driving, as if she wanted those words to stay floating in the air... savoring them.

"I am afraid not, Alex."

"Wh-at? Why? You said... You said I had to wear it until therapy--just until therapy."

"You are right. But now I don't know. I don't know if we can take it off."

"What do you mean? We have to take it off. It has been very uncomfortable."

"I know, but it is not what we want. It is what we can do, and what is best for you. We need to ask Paige about it. Let's do this: I will call her first thing in the morning and check if she agrees, okay?"

"But..."

"Oh, come on! After five days, you can wear it until tomorrow morning, can't you?"

"I... guess..."

"Okay. We will get back to it tomorrow. Now, this is your place. Have a good rest of the day, Alex. See you tomorrow, and take care."

"Bye, Irina... thank you for the ride."

"No problem, dear."

With those words, we parted ways--she riding her luxurious car, I going back to my lousy studio. It was the first time Irina called me "dear." She was always so professional...

The next day I went into the office with one thing in mind: getting rid of that damned cage. It was giving me trouble, especially in the mornings. During our "instruction time," it was the first topic Irina put on the table--actually, at the same time she served me the usual tea.

"About your cage," she said as she put the teacup in front of me, "I am sorry, but I couldn't reach Paige."

"What!? What do you mean you couldn't reach her? I need this thing off!"

She looked at me, and I suddenly felt intimidated, put back in my place by her stern look.

"I mean, Alex, I called her, and her secretary told me she was busy until lunch, but she will call us back after lunch. Then we will discuss your case."

"Discuss? But what do we have to discuss anyway?"

"We need to discuss if you are ready to have your genitals free again. I thought you were, but your attitude shows you are still a bit aggressive on this issue."

"I am sorry, Irina, but I just want to do as we said--take it off after therapy."

"Alex, you have to understand that now, your masturbation prevention device has become part of your ongoing therapy, and that is how it is reflected in the medical diligence we signed yesterday."

I couldn't believe the situation. Irina was implying I had to keep wearing the cage because I was aggressive? That was not what we agreed on! It was so unfair! And what was that about medical diligence?

"Now, Alex, if you promise to behave and do as you are told the rest of the morning, I promise to tell Paige you are feeling very calm, and you are cooperating, and that we should trust you to be let out of your masturbation prevention device," she looked at me and positioned herself closer. "I want what is best for you. Let's work together on this."

I looked at her. What choice did I have? Having Irina on my side was something I needed.

"Okay, Irina. I will... do as you say."

"Good! Now follow me. I have a surprise for you."

She stood up and began to walk to a room that had been empty--or so I thought--since we moved into this office. I followed her. When she opened the door, the space revealed looked like a private cinema, but high-end. There was a comfortable-looking sofa chair in the middle, and the wall in front of it was all a screen. There were speakers on both sides of it.

"This will be, from now on, your space during your article reading time. As you are dealing with stress issues, I have decided that you are going to change that activity--and your glitching screen--for this safe space, in which you are going to watch relaxation videos, instructional videos on how to conduct yourself professionally, and other activities as part of your new stress-free routine."

I was astonished. Everything looked fantastic. Was she going to pay me to relax on a comfy chair?

"Well, aren't you saying anything, Alex? Thank you, perhaps?"

"I... sorry, thank you, Irina. This looks so good!"

"You are welcome, dear. Now, if you just sit on the chair, we will begin with the introduction of your anti-stress course--a routine for your mornings so you can begin the day feeling good and relaxed. Go ahead."

I sat in the chair. It had a lot of cushion and fitted me perfectly, as if it had been tailored for me. It was probably the most comfortable place I had sat in ever.

"Now, enjoy and relax," Irina said, closing the door.

I stared at my surroundings, but soon the screen was on, and the image of a beach was displayed. Soon, an attractive girl appeared:

"Hello! I am your Virtual Assistant. I will be your guide through these relaxation course exercises. Focus on your chest--breathe in, breathe out... our mind is empty..."

I began to follow the video. I thought I could notice a sweet smell in the room, like strawberries. I felt more and more relaxed, and then the screen began to have some glitches. I would swear those were the same I saw on the screen at my desk. Meanwhile, the beach sounds began to change, as if they were mixed with inaudible whispers... I could feel my mind slipping away... so calm, so relaxed, so empty...

At her office, Irina was watching Alex's session through hidden cameras. She had the whole space wired. She was in control of what streamed, of Alex's vitals being registered by the chair, of the gases in the room, the temperature--all of it. She began to guide her hand in between her skirt, to her already wet pussy, touching her clit through her moist panties. When that wasn't enough, she opened the first drawer of her desk and produced a vibrator. She put it at full speed and pressed it to the outer part of her vagina. In a moment, she was orgasming like a bitch in heat. She didn't even care to contain her moans--Alex's special room was soundproof.

"You..." she said in sexual bliss, "you want to get rid of your cute cage, uh? Ooooh, poor boy. Don't worry, Irina is here to make sure it becomes your best friend. Let's see how much you want it off after your conditioning. I am going to fucking melt your brain... Aaaaah!!" she said as she reached another orgasm.

Irina entered a command on her computer, and the video began to flicker with flashing images. The speakers began to repeat on a subliminal level:

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A drug began to be vaporized through the room vent system, making Alex more susceptible to subliminal conditioning.

The morning passed as Alex had his session. No sooner than lunchtime, Irina began to shut the program off and unlock the door. Alex was still going to be in Lala Land for quite some time. He finally began to move and, with some difficulty, came out of the room. He was so confused as he sat at his desk, checking the time--he couldn't believe how much time had passed.

On the desk was a bag with a note: "For you, enjoy. --Irina." He opened it and found a Caesar salad. He was hungry, so he opened it and began to eat it eagerly. Irina was so thoughtful--the dressing was delicious. He felt so incredibly relaxed.

After his salad, he called Irina's office.

"Yes, come in, darling."

"Hi Irina, sorry to bother you but... hmmm..."

"Yes?"

"I was wondering if Doctor Nevsky called?"

"Paige? Oh yes, she did. Why don't you take a seat? There, that is much better. Paige told me that she will check on your masturbation prevention device in the next session. I told her you were very uncomfortable and that you have been a good, cooperative patient, but she insisted that you need to wear it until she checks on you. I am sorry, Alex."

"But... but... I... Why?"

"You know, I am only guessing, but I think Paige thinks your device is necessary to prevent any counterproductive tendencies you may have. Of course, I believe you should be let out of it, but these are doctor's orders. You know--always trust your doctor."

"I don't understand..."

"There, there. Don't worry your little head with that. Let's call Paige, and she will explain it to you, okay?"

Irina called Doctor Nevsky on speaker. She asked her to explain to me the reasons I had to stay in chastity, and she began to say things about my condition. I couldn't grasp what she was saying, but she told me to always trust my doctor. I felt like she was right somehow--after all, she was a professional--and this was only until our next therapy session. I could do it.

After that, I went back to my desk. Irina didn't ask me to do any job for the rest of the day. I tried to go back to some files from previous days, but I couldn't focus at all. I stayed there, trying to understand what was happening, but for some reason, it was difficult to wrap my mind around it. I just lazed around until work time was over. With that, I said goodbye and went home. That night I slept like a baby. I didn't think about my chastity situation for a second.

The next day was spent similarly. I think my relaxation video was longer. In the afternoon, Irina left lunch for me on my desk again--a salmon filet with side salad and an orange drink. Everything was delicious. With my lunch, I also found an Elle magazine. I wondered why Irina left it there, but in an email, she instructed me to read it and make a summary of the most relevant articles, as she was working on a legal case of political correctness for the magazine. I found it boring, but it was something I could do to fill my time, and it was easy.

The next day, it was therapy time. That reminded me of my chastity issue--I hadn't thought of it until then. I was strangely comfortable in it and had gotten used to sitting to pee, as it was much more comfortable than standing up. I need to be in chastity. I love my cage.

Violet, the secretary, told us that Doctor Nevsky would receive us shortly. I looked at Violet's clothes and recognized some of the clothes she wore as this season's new collection--uniform style and tight. Thank you, Elle. We were called and proceeded into Doctor Nevsky's office.

"Welcome, my dears. How are you doing? Irina darling, has Alex been good and cooperative?"

"Oh yes. He has been on his best behavior. The relaxation videos are doing wonders for him. He is much more attentive--I am so proud of him now."

"Oh really? Well, that is very good news! Alex, you should be proud of yourself! You are behaving and cooperating! So good!"

The woman looked at me, smiling, expecting I'd say something. I was so happy to be praised, but I was feeling passive in their presence.

"Th-thank you... so much..."

"You are welcome. Make sure you keep being a good boy to Irina, and you will keep improving, darling."

"About... about the... cage..."

"Oh yes, Irina told me that you had some trouble with it. Is that right, Alex?"

"Y-yes, yes, I had some trouble... like..."

"Oh, I see. Like discomfort?"

"Yes, discomfort, and... I don't want to..."

"I am quite sure that is only an adjustment problem. Can you please sit in that chair? We will solve your masturbation prevention device in no time."

She pointed at a gynecology chair. I was stunned at first, but the women were looking at me, and I could feel they expected me to sit there. I almost didn't notice that Irina grabbed my arm and guided me to the chair. Doctor Nevsky took my pants off carefully, then my underwear.

"Don't worry, dear. I am a doctor--trust your doctor. Oh, I see. I understand the discomfort, just as I thought. Luckily, I have the solution here. But I need you, Irina, to hold Alex's hands while I take off Alex's chastity. Just so he doesn't become too nervous. Also, please give me the key to his device."

"Of course, Paige. Here you go. Now, Alex, give me your hands, like this. There, there, now relax and trust your doctor."

Finally, they were removing my chastity. Doctor Nevsky manipulated the device a bit, and with a click, I could feel it begin to open, and the pressure I had gotten used to began to cease.

"Now Alex, stay put, please, and trust your doctor. I am going to clean your genitals to make sure you are perfectly healthy."

I didn't understand why I needed that. Irina looked into my eyes and held my hands firmly. I felt paralyzed by her intimidating disposition. My genitals were being manipulated by Doctor Nevsky. I could feel she was cleaning me, spreading some fluid, and wiping me. My cock--my penis--began to stir, and then I heard Doctor Nevsky use some kind of aerosol on my genitals, which instantly went numb. I began to feel uneasy, but Irina was holding me tight. Doctor Nevsky continued manipulating my penis for a minute, and then pronounced me ready.

"There we are. Irina, darling, we are finished. Thank you so much."

Irina smiled at me and came close in the form of a hug, in which she pressed her beautiful breasts against my face. When she stopped the hug, Irina and Doctor Nevsky began looking at me, amused. I wondered why they were like that, and as I looked down, I couldn't believe what I saw.

There, between my legs, was a new chastity cage, made of a pinkish metal, with not only one, but two padlocks--one of them white with a red cross and the word safe, and the other one heart-shaped, the material and color matching that of the chastity device.

"Wh--WHAAAT? What am I wearing? What is this?"

"Alex, what is the matter?" Doctor Nevsky inquired. "Don't you like your new masturbation prevention device? It is designed to be ultra-comfortable! Isn't that wonderful?"

"I... I don't want any device! I DON'T WANT ANYTHING!"

I yelled. I couldn't believe I yelled at those imposing women. They looked at me with an unhappy expression and began to walk toward me. They were mere centimeters from me, and until then, I hadn't noticed how imposing they were. They towered over me, and not only because their shoes gave them some centimeters more, but they were taller than I. My courage vanished in a second. I felt as intimidated as if I were in a dark alley surrounded by a biker gang. Irina was the first to speak.

"Listen, and listen well. I am going to let this one slip because I know you are sick. But don't you ever dare raise your voice at Paige--or me--again. You are a filthy sex offender. A public masturbator. You need to have your impulses restrained for your safety and the safety of others. Then you come bitching about how uncomfortable it is. Paige finds a solution, providing the most comfortable device money can buy. I pay for it, not caring about how expensive it is, because I want to help you, and YOU ABUSE MY GOODWILL? YOU DARE YELL AT US?"

"..."

"You should be thankful you are not in jail, you fucking perv. Why do you want to be out of a prevention device? So you can masturbate again in the middle of my office? I thought you were showing improvement, and then you have these reactions. You cannot be trusted. Now, put your pants on, sit on your chair, listen to your doctor's instructions, and don't you dare say another word or I swear I will get you in an institution for disgusting perverts like you."

I didn't dare to pronounce another word. I did as I was told, sat on the chair, and listened to Doctor Nevsky.

"As you may have noticed, this model is very, very comfortable--so comfortable, Alex will soon forget it is there. It is also very secure and tight. It almost doesn't allow space to grow inside, and when that happens, the pattern on the inner side produces a mild discomfort that will cause Alex to quickly go limp again, ensuring he stays calm.

"For extra security, this model has two padlocks. Both need to be unlocked before the device can be removed. Irina, as your caretaker during the treatment, will hold the key for one padlock, and I will hold the other one. This ensures that unlocking doesn't happen unless we both agree, providing extra security for everybody. Also, I know you are going to behave, but as a medical professional, I must state that the ring on the base of your penis is very, very tight and has dentures to ensure a perfect fixation and no slips.

"This means that the device is very stable, and also that if someone tries to force it, the wearer will suffer very, very painful consequences. The same happens with the net piece of the device that wraps the testicles--it shall not be moved, or it will cause discomfort and pain."

With that, Doctor Nevsky and Irina talked some more about my behavior, and how it should be addressed firmly if I had symptoms of returning to my old habits. They said their goodbyes with affection, and Irina took me to her car, holding my arm very firmly. She had grabbed my arm before, but never so strongly, showing so much authority over me. I didn't dare say a word. I got in the car and let Irina drive me home without a word. She was particularly aggressive driving today, speeding more than she should, making the motor roar. She left me, as usual, in front of my place and coldly said, "See you tomorrow, Alex."

Then she drove away, leaving me speechless, scared, and with my new ultra-comfortable chastity device with two padlocks well locked between my legs. I went directly into bed and, hugging my pillow, cried myself to sleep.

The next morning, I woke up and made a resolution. I was going to leave that madness before it went any further. I would just move to another country or something. If Irina wanted to report me to the police, so be it--but I would be far, far away. It was difficult to renounce everything, and what was a good opportunity to work with a top lawyer like Irina... but it was just too much.

Before leaving, though, I would need to build up some savings, but I was okay on that, as Irina paid me relatively well. Another issue was the cage--I needed to get rid of it and escape before those two crazy women inflicted another indignity upon me. To get rid of it, there was only one way: to convince both Irina and Doctor Nevsky that I was recovered and on my best behavior.

I needed to be the perfect employee and the perfect patient. My research on the internet determined that the chastity device I was wearing was not only utterly comfortable, but also impossible to remove without keys or some expensive equipment to cut metal or lockpick the padlocks--something that was way beyond my means and skills. Hence, I decided I would play the deception card until Irina and Doctor Nevsky trusted me, and then I would be gone for good.

The next two weeks went by as usual. I got to the office, had my "instruction time" with Irina, which now mostly consisted of small talk and a set of questions, including:

"How are you feeling towards your masturbation prevention device today?

How did you sleep last night?

Are you feeling any anxiety or discomfort of any kind?

Do you understand that this treatment is for your own good and well-being?

What is your favorite color?"

After three days, I began to automate my answers, with a bit of Irina's guidance:

"My control device," as Irina instructed me to call it, "feels comfortable. It doesn't give me any discomfort. I slept very well last night, thank you, Irina. I am not feeling anxiety or discomfort--I feel well and stress-free. I acknowledge this treatment is good for me. Thank you for helping me. My favorite color is dark blue."

After that, I would watch some videos from my relaxation course. I always dozed off, but after them, I felt so much better. Then I had whatever lunch Irina left on my desk for me, usually salad with some small side dish. Lately, the salad always came with a strange dressing that looked watery and tasted a bit salty. It was good enough--and free, anyway.

After that, I would read some fashion magazines that Irina left for me with my lunch. She was getting into legal advisory for the fashion industry and told me she just didn't have time to read all those magazines. From time to time, with my lunch, I got magazines like Vogue, Elle, Harper's Bazaar, Cosmopolitan, Business of Fashion, InStyle, Allure, Grazia, Marie Claire, Vanity Fair, Essence...

Irina told me to read the articles and make a summary of what was trendy lately--the latest designs of the season, any relevant celebrities in the magazines, and their gossip, if there was any. I had no idea what that had to do with the law, but it was an easy job. Irina was the expert, and I could spend the last part of the day just reading magazines and making summaries that were just rewriting the article, but shorter. On the side, I was learning a lot about fashion.

At the end of the day, Irina introduced a new procedure. She had me go into her office and ask:

"Irina, the work of the day is done. May I go home?"

"Yes, you may go, Alex. Have a nice evening."

"You too, Irina. Thank you."

My routine was weird, but not very demanding. I just had to continue, keep going, following Irina's instructions and attending Doctor Nevsky's therapy sessions with her, just until they saw I was improving and trusted me again enough to unlock my control device.

On a Sunday morning, Irina met Paige for brunch in the best hotel in town. It was Irina's treat--she owed it to her longtime friend. She met Paige in her college years and quickly became attracted to her. Both of them craved the same thing: exercising power. Paige loved to do it in a psychological way--subtle, manipulative. Irina was more direct, physical, and believed in firm discipline.

They had a lesbian relationship, not entirely because they were lesbians per se, but because they felt strongly attracted to each other's strong personalities. Soon, they realized they were incompatible. They were two alphas, two wolves, and needed their own spaces. They liked and respected each other, so they became very good friends, and still, from time to time, they shared intimacy and projects, such as Alex.

"So, how is our little guy doing?" Paige began.

"Hahahahaha, you wouldn't believe it, Paige. Yesterday, that poor loser searched for how to lockpick a padlock on his office computer."

"Hahahahaha, no way! On top of having such a weak personality, he is not very smart. Hahahahaha!"

"Yes, I had a really funny time when I saw that. Poor boi is desperate for release, isn't he?"

"Oh, you bet. He has been in chastity for what? Three weeks? Almost four? And he has barely misbehaved--such a weak twerp."

"Well, sure, those conditioning videos do wonders. I have to thank you a lot for those--I owe you one, darling," said Irina, winking.

"Oh, don't mention it. It is incredible how they can help the process. They helped me a lot with Violet. At the beginning, she complained all the time, and I had to increase the relaxant dosage, but after two weeks with conditioning videos, she was completely changed--no more protests or objections. She embraced chastity like it was natural. Now she refers to her chastity as her best friend and has named her favorite cages. Hahahahaha--look at this photo. She calls this one Minie. Hahahahaha!"

"Oh my goddess, that is so fucked up--I love it! I might take your idea and use it on Alex. Right now, he hasn't complained about his chastity anymore. Next week, I'm finishing the chastity tolerance module and will jump into the respect and protocol module."

"Wow, you are moving fast with this one, uh?"

"No, not at all. I am just jumping a little bit on the modules because I want this to be something different. I want him to be a bit of a fighter, and make him aware of the situation he is in--every day, every hour, every minute."

"You really have big plans for this one."

"Oh, you have no idea, Paige. He is going to be something else."

"Hey, just make sure I get my share of him."

"Of course, you are going to be there for the whole thing as his good doctor. How is it? I should always trust my doctor?" Irina said, laughing in a mocking tone.

"Hahahahahaha, stop it, you are killing me. Hahahahaha, 'trust your doctor,' hahahahaha..."

"Oh, by the way, you are going to love this--I already got him eating my juices. While he is having his conditioning, I watch him and have orgasm after orgasm, which I get onto his daily salad, et voilà--delicious and nutritious food for a growing boi."

"Hahahahaha, really? Oh, that is gold. I am sure he loves it and licks the bowl clean."

"He doesn't yet, but oh, he will. I might get him a cute puppy bowl so he can enjoy his meals on the floor of my office. He is going to make one cute bitch. Also, I am going to use a trick," Irina said, producing a small package and showing it to Paige.

"No way--pink niccoine gum?"

"Of course, darling. This nicotine derivative is the best thing ever. First he gets hooked on this, then a bit of sweet addictive niccoine in my fluids... Well, you know what will happen."

"Hahahahaha, I can't wait--so devilish. This Alex boi is going to be something else."

"He will--I will take care of that, doctor," said Irina, winking again.

"Oh, by the way, how is Rachel doing? The other day, I saw one of her streams. She looks fantastic."

"Oh yes, she is a piece of cake. Actually, the other day..."

Both women continued talking for hours while sipping wine and having overpriced food. They couldn't care less about the price. The sun was shining, and the future, full of possibilities...