Svetlana told me to strip naked and I complied immediately. She watched me with an icy stare, and as she glared at me, I noticed that she had the same piercing blue eyes as Stacey and Sara. Her nice green eyes were gone, having been covered by the beautiful blue contacts that Adrian had purchased for her. Her hair was getting longer too, and had transitioned from light brown to light blonde. I wondered if she was also on the path to long platinum hair.
"Hair extensions," Svetlana said, as she noticed me admiring her.
I realized at that point that she was a very perceptive young woman.
Once I was naked, Svetlana looked me over with disdain. I remained silent as she began to talk. Her English had noticeably improved, and I wondered if her language barrier had also been a setup.
"Adrian has given me remarkable latitude in your punishment," she began. "I have decided that you are mainly guilty of poor judgment, brought about by excessive desire. In other words, you make terrible decisions when you are horny. The cure for your behavior, is to effectively neutralize your penis, so that it doesn't drive your decision-making process."
"Wow, her English is really good," I thought to myself, as I tried to absorb what she was telling me.
She tossed a cock-cage on to the desk. This was the second humiliating sex toy I had been exposed to recently, the first being the pocket pussy. I had only ever seen a cock-cage in a porn flick. I didn't know how to put one on, but knew it wouldn't work with an erection.
"Don't worry your pretty little head with the mechanics of it," Svetlana told me dismissively. "I have caged several naughty perverts like you, who tried to steal my silky things," she continued.
This confirmed my suspicion that this whole thing was a setup.
"All you need to do is get rid of the boner," she said laughing.
She reached under the desk and pulled out my pocket pussy and KY jelly. I had enjoyed many fulfilling orgasms inside that pussy, especially during simulated sex with Sara. After a couple of drinks, and with the lighting dimmed to create a romantic ambiance, that pocket pussy was a decent substitute for the real thing.
However, as it laid on the desk, in the cold light of day, it was apparent that the pocket pussy was just a piece of molded plastic. It would be extremely humiliating to fuck it, in front of Svetlana.
"Be right back," she said cheerfully as she left the office.
Moments later she returned with a large bag of ice.
"This will be your last erection until the upcoming wedding in Las Vegas," she said coldly. "You can choose how to get rid of it, either by fucking the pocket pussy, or sitting on the large bag of ice."
"Svetlana please," I said softly, trying to appeal to her merciful side, "the wedding is five months away. You can't be serious."
"I am deadly fucking serious," she said coldly, showing me that she lacked a merciful side.