One hour left. Adam sighed in anticipation, glancing furtively at his watch. It was almost four, which meant that he only had to wait sixty agonizing minutes before he could head home. But every second felt like an eternity. As he sat at his desk, fidgeting with a pen, he wondered how many people here in the office knew the kinky little secret that he kept hidden all day.

As long as Adam could remember, he was turned on by chastity. But as a self-professed nerd, it wasn’t as if Adam had girls fawning over him, let alone any that would indulge in his kinks. So, Adam was left to experiment on his own.

With the holidays around the corner, Adam bought himself an early Christmas present; a steel chastity cage. After wearing it around the apartment and getting used to being locked and denied, today for the first time, Adam wore his chastity cage to work. While rationally he knew his predicament was hidden beneath his pants, another part of him was petrified that someone would notice. It didn’t matter that he spent thirty minutes in front of his mirror that morning making sure nothing looked amiss. He still worried that he could be discovered.

Forty-five minutes to go. At his desk, Adam smiled as he glanced around the office. No one knew his secret. Not pudgy Mr. Winkler, the floor manager who spent the day waddling around complaining about everything. Certainly not any of the other associates in his department. And hopefully, certainly not Samantha, who worked in sales, but had to walk by Adam’s desk when she went to the copy room. Which, luckily for Adam, was quite frequently.

With a cute face and brown eyes hidden behind horn-rimmed glasses and framed by mousy blonde hair, he found her utterly irresistible. Standing just above five feet, with a slim waist, toned legs in jeans that hugged her curves perfectly, and what Adam imagined as perfect breasts hidden underneath her sweater, more often than not, she would dominate his fantasies when alone pleasuring himself. Just the thought of her sent a wave of pleasure throbbing through his body, especially the part that was locked up.

Thirty minutes left. Pretending to work, Adam checked his email again, not expecting anything of importance this late in the workday. But, there it was. An email from Brad, his manager.

“Hey man, I know this isn’t your department, but I’m slammed. Can you grab my spreadsheet from the copier and put it in my mailbox?”

Adam groaned in disbelief. But what could he say? Typing a quick affirmative reply, he headed for the copy room.

With the copy room just steps away, Adam rounded the corner and quickly entered the cramped room. Grabbing the offending spreadsheet, he was about to turn and head for the door when he saw her.

“Hey there stranger!”

Adam froze in his tracks. It was Samantha, standing right in front of him, and talking to him no less.  “I didn’t see you at your desk, so I thought you might have taken a sick day or something.” She smiled at him, revealing two very cute dimples. Adam stifled a moan as the cage that was securely locked on him suddenly felt like it shrank multiple sizes.

“Yeah, I had to grab some copies, so, uh, yeah, here I am.” Ugh, Adam thought. Great job Cassanova. Nothing like sounding like a complete moron.

“All good,” Samantha replied. “You know how much I love making copies.”

“Yeah, you and me both,” Adam replied, acutely aware of both the small size of the room, and the close proximity to Samantha. He could feel himself pulse under his slacks, his brain both mortified and terribly aroused all at the same time. “I guess I’ll let you get to it,” he bungled. “You know, picking up your copies and whatnot.”

Adam headed for the door, successfully passing Samantha without giving away his little secret.

And that’s when it happened. Glancing at the copies, Adam discovered he forgot a page at exactly the same instant Samantha did. Turning back to the machine just as she backed up with the errant copy, Samantha’s perfectly shaped ass in her perfectly form-fitting jeans made contact with Adam’s crotch. Adam froze, feeling his face flush with heat, knowing that she had to have felt his cage.

But, if Samantha felt anything, she didn’t show it. “You forgot a page.”

“Thanks,” Adam mumbled, before turning and practically running back to his desk.

Collapsing in his chair, Adam dropped his head into his hands. How could that have happened? He literally had fifteen minutes of work before he survived the day. The odds were so good, and yet he managed to expose his secret. And to Samantha, no less! Knowing it was almost time to leave, he began formulating a plan to get out of the office without having to interact with anyone else, in any way.

Suddenly, he heard her voice again. “Hey stranger, you ok?”

Adam shrank in his chair. How could this get any worse? Lifting his head, he saw that she had grabbed an empty chair and was sitting next to him, looking at him intently.

“Yeah, you just surprised me, that’s all,” he stammered, trying to melt into his chair and disappear.

“I guess so,” she smiled.

Adam sighed with relief. Maybe she didn’t notice. Maybe he was safe.

“You surprised me too,” Samantha responded. “I wasn’t expecting to feel something like that at work!”

Shit, she did notice. He was fucked. But maybe he could play it off. “What do you mean,” he murmured.

“You know what I mean,” she replied, smiling coyly as she scanned the quickly emptying office before placing her hand on Adam’s knee.

Adam stiffened at the touch. This couldn’t be happening. Not sure if this was his biggest nightmare or his most amazing fantasy, he could feel himself throb in the locked cage as his mind and body went into overdrive.

Samantha’s hand slid slowly towards Adam’s thigh. “I think you are hiding a little secret from me.”

Adam shivered, feeling the warmth of her hand radiating up his leg towards his imprisoned member.

“It’s ok,” she whispered, her hand getting closer and closer. “I’ve seen you discreetly looking at me, and to be honest, I may have been making more trips than necessary to the copy room so I could see you too. By the way, my name’s Samantha.”

“I know,” Adam responded. “I’m Adam.”

“Oooh, you really have been checking me out,” she smiled as her hand crept further and further up his thigh, literally inches from the cage. “Since that’s the case, I guess it’s ok for me to check you out as well.” With that, her hand slid directly into Adam’s crotch. She wrapped her hand around the steel cage, grasping it firmly as her fingers explored the steel bars and his trapped manhood throbbing in the cage.

Samantha’s smile turned into a sly grin. “I heard about these, but I never found one in the wild. And especially with a guy like you.”

Adam could only nod as she continued to firmly grasp the cage.

“Do you come to work like this often?” she asked, with a squeeze.

“No, this is the first time,” Adam whispered, hoping his face wasn’t completely beet red.

“Oooh, I see,” she smiled. “I hope since this is your first time you were smart enough to bring the keys with you, just in case.”

Adam nodded.

Samantha gave his cage a gentle squeeze. “Smart. Where are they?”

Adam simply opened his desk drawer before grabbing the keys and laying them on his desk.

Samantha picked up the keys, as she continued to fondle him with her other hand. “Maybe I should hang on to these for a bit. You wouldn’t mind, would you?”

Adam didn’t respond verbally, but he felt himself involuntarily throb in the cage.

“I’ll take that as a yes,” she smiled as she closed her hand around the keys. “Maybe I can be your secret Santa for the office party. I think these keys would make a great gift for you.”

Adam didn’t say anything, knowing that he was powerless to disagree with her.

Samantha stood up, pocketing the keys to Adam’s freedom. “In that case, I’ll see you tomorrow. And I expect that you’ll take me to dinner after work. And if that does well, you can look forward to the best gift you ever got for Christmas.” She turned to leave, smiling. “That is, if your secret Santa thinks you’ve been a good boy.”