Jim Danvers sat behind his desk on the third floor. He had been the office manager for the last five years, and the last couple of years had been quite profitable for the company.
"Have to congratulate you again Jim, another year, and we've seen nothing but increased revenue streams and productivity from your floor." Charles Vanderholm stood up. The man was in his mid-sixties, white hair and an equally white mustache.
"Thank you, sir." Jim reached over and shook his boss's hand.
"You sure I can't change your mind on the Racquetball match this evening? It's getting quite tedious playing with Harald from accounting, the man might just be the worst player of all time." Charles shook his head a bit at the prospect of playing Harald once more.
"Sorry Mr. Vanderholm, I still have some files to go over when I get home, and my wife has made plans for us this evening." Jim had to lie to his boss. He still wore the chastity belt, and there would be no way to hide it in the locker room, so the Racquetball match was just out of the question.
"Ah, the ol' ball and chain huh." Charles smiled and laughed jokingly.
"Yeah, hehe." If only he knew how right he was, Jim felt his penis straining against the constraints of his chastity belt.
"Well, I won't keep you any longer. Again great work." Charles gave Jim another nod before leaving his office.
On the way out, Charles couldn't pass up an opportunity to stop by and see Jim's secretary, Joanne Mills. In Charles's mind, Joanne was as close to a classic beauty as a woman could get. Tall, slender, wavy blonde hair, beautiful eyes and a smile that could make any man stumble on his words.
"I hope he's not working you too hard?" Charles smiled. His eyes wandered down the young lady's partially opened blouse. A sight that not only made him warm and sweaty under his business suit but one that also made his penis twitch.
"Not at all Mr. Vanderholm." Joanne looked up at the older man and smiled.
"That's good." Charles was mesmerized by her warm southern smile and accent. Almost to the point that he forgot where he was for a moment.
"Well... you let me know if he does." Charles smiled and wished that he had been younger. As he walked away he looked around until he was sure no one could see him.
"I will." Joanne smiled as Charles Vanderholm walked away. She loved the attention she had gotten from men after her mother's friend Nancy had shown her how to dress in the big city.
It had been her mother who had encouraged her to move from the small no-name town in Alabama and try her luck in the city. Her mother had even arranged for her friend Nancy to take her under her wing and show her around. Which after having spent a year in the city had proven to be the best decision in Joanne's life. Though Joanne had realized after a while in the city, that her mother had some ulterior motives for wanting Nancy to show her around, which now, Joanne couldn't thank her enough for.
On his way to the elevator, Charles discreetly reached down and adjusted the front of his pants. He hoped that Ms. Sanders hadn't noticed the bulge in his pants. Looking back over whilst he waited for the elevator, he caught the beautiful Joanne Sanders heading into her boss's office.
"Oh, are those the Willem papers?" Jim looked up at his secretary as she walked into his office.
"Yes, they need to be sent out by tomorrow." Joanne walked around her boss's desk and placed the papers in front of him. After she had done so, however, she turned around, pulled up her skirt and bent over.
Jim gulped. In front of him, he had his secretary's amazingly shaped and completely naked butt in full view. He could even see her shaved pussy. Looking at her, his penis started straining hard against the plastic cage that it was locked away in.
"Ugh." Jim let out a soft grunt. To say that his chastised manhood felt uncomfortable was an understatement.
Joanne smiled in satisfaction when she heard Jim's awkward grunt. She knew that his penis was locked away.
"Pull down your pants and let me see it." Joanne stood up and faced her boss.
Jim gulped again whilst looking up at his secretary. He felt so small as he awkwardly stood up and unzipped his pants. After he pulled his underwear down and his caged penis came into sight, he heard Joanne's laughter.
"God, you look pathetic." Joanne looked at her boss. Not only had her boss's wife Nancy gotten her this job, but she had taught her exactly how to treat Jim when he was at work.
Jim stood there timid and quiet. His wife had made it very clear who it was that was in charge when he and Joanne were alone at work. Though, even with that in mind, Jim couldn't help himself from glancing down at Joanne's bare pussy.
Joanne saw the way Jim's eyes wandered down her body.
"I bet you're imagining a big black man cramming his thick black cock in there, aren't you?" Joanne knew her words would turn on Jim even more, making his penis push even harder against the restraints of his cage. At the same time, she felt herself get wet and aroused by the sheer thought of a black man plunging his big cock into her tight pussy.
Jim nodded whilst trying to hold back a groan. If he hadn't had the chastity belt on, he would have had a rock hard erection by now.
"Heh." Joanne smiled at how awkward her boss looked.
"Now stand there like the cuck that you are, and let me take a picture of you. I'm sure your wife wants to see what her wimpy husband looks like at work." Joanne reached over and got her phone.
Jim nodded compliantly as Joanne took a few steps back and held up her phone.
"Now on three... say, I'm Jim and I'm a cuckold." Joanne smiled to herself. She had just switched to video mode.
"One... two... three." Joanne started recording.
"I'm Jim... and I'm a cuckold." Jim looked into the camera. He felt so humiliated standing there in his office, in his business suit, in a place where he was supposed to be in charge, with his pants pulled down and his caged penis exposed.
"Haha."
Jim heard his secretary laugh along with the familiar sound of a message being sent.
Over in the south side of the city, in the crib of one Tyrone Williams, Nancy Danvers sat naked in front of the black man who laid naked on his bed. On his back, Tyrone had his feet pointing to the ceiling whilst he held his arms around his knees.
"Mhmm." Nancy's big tits hung down as she leaned over Tyrone's butt. Her pretty face buried between the black man's ass cheeks. Her tongue poking his butthole.
"Yeahh... eat that ass." Tyrone grunted as the white woman licked his ass.
Oh yess...
Nancy was in such a state of arousal, furiously licking Tyrone's butthole. Her wet tongue sliding up and down, over his anus.
Mmm...
