Suspicious

Arriving at work, I feel conscious of every movement, every glance directed at me.

Despite my attempt to disguise the red lingerie under the dark clothes, the feeling of vulnerability persists, as if everyone around me can see through my disguise.

Every step I take is accompanied by a constant reminder of the panties pressing against my asshole.

The rigidity of the chastity cage, in turn, adds an additional layer of discomfort and embarrassment, as if every movement is a reminder of my helplessness.

I do my best to maintain a neutral expression as I greet my colleagues, but inside, I’m filled with anxiety and self-consciousness.

Every conversation, every social interaction, seems to magnify my sense of exposure, as if everyone around me can see the secret I’m trying to hide beneath my clothes.

Shortly after sitting down at my desk, I feel a hand rest on my shoulder, right where my bra strap meets.

“Hello…” I hear a familiar female voice.

A chill runs down my spine, fearing that the person felt something different under my clothes.

Without thinking, I lean my torso forward, abruptly pulling away and casting a nervous glance back, it was Sofia.

“Wow… Are you okay? You look like you saw a ghost…” she comments, her voice dripping with sarcasm and a hint of amusement.

I **** a nervous smile, trying to hide my overreaction.

"Oh, it's just... I was just scared, that's all," I mumble, praying that Sofia doesn't notice my anxiety.

"Hmm, I see...", Sofia replies, visibly suspicious of what had just happened.

Her eyes examine me with a mixture of curiosity and cunning, as if she were trying to decipher some hidden secret.

My heart races in my chest, my mind racing for a convincing excuse to dispel her suspicions.

“This has nothing to do with those love letters you’ve been receiving, does it?” she asks, her voice thick with insinuation.

I feel the blood run cold in my veins, my mind spinning frantically in search of a suitable answer.

"Love letters? I... I don't know what you're talking about...", I reply, trying to keep my expression innocent.

Sofia arches an eyebrow, clearly not convinced by my denial.

"Oh, come on, Leo. Do you think I'm stupid? Yesterday I saw that pink envelope with hearts, and another one just arrived," Sofia presents another envelope of the same model, but this time in a light lilac.

Sofia holds up the envelope with a mischievous look, clearly enjoying my discomfort.

"What do you think this is, Leo? Another romantic note from your secret admirer?" she teases, waving the envelope in front of my eyes.

I feel my heart sink at the sight of the new envelope in Sofia's hands, my discomfort only growing with every word she says.

I swallow hard, trying to maintain my composure in the face of her provocation.

"Ah, this envelope... It must be... Personal correspondence, you know? Probably some misunderstanding," I reply, my voice sounding a little louder than I intended.

Sofia lets out a small laugh, clearly amused by my clumsy attempt at explanation.

"Oh, right... Personal correspondence... It must be very personal indeed, to come in an envelope like that," she comments, her tone dripping with sarcasm.

My face burns with embarrassment, the knowledge that Sofia is having fun at my expense only increasing my anxiety. "Yeah... Well, you know how it is... Misunderstandings happen," I mumble, trying to change the subject.

Sofia arches an eyebrow, her eyes twinkling with mischief.

“Of course… Just imagine Bia’s face if it wasn’t…” she teases, a mischievous smile playing on her lips.

"B-Bia…?" I stutter, tormented at the mention of her name.

I feel my stomach churn, worry growing as I imagine Sofia's reaction upon discovering the contents of the envelope.

Sofia lets out a little laugh, clearly enjoying my distress.

"Bia is always so... jealous, isn't she? I imagine she wouldn't like it at all to know that you're getting attention from other women...", she comments, her tone suggestive.

My face flushes brightly at Sofia's insinuations, a strong embarrassment running through my body.

"S-Sofia, that's not... It's not what you think...", I protest, my words losing strength at the conviction of her provocation.

Sofia leans closer to me, her face inches from mine, her lips curved in a mischievous smile.

“Oh, Leo... There’s no need to be so nervous. After all, who wouldn’t want to receive love letters?” she whispers, her voice thick with seduction.

I feel a shiver run down my spine as I feel Sofia's proximity, her sweet scent invading my nostrils and her presence dominating my field of vision.

My heart beats wildly in my chest, while my mind struggles to process her words.

I swallow hard, unable to articulate a coherent response to Sofia’s audacity.

Her eyes flash with a mischievous spark, as if she’s enjoying my nervous reaction.

"Ah, you look so adorable when you're embarrassed, Leo..." Sofia continues, her fingers lightly tracing a path along my bra-padded chest, I quickly shield myself with my hands so she doesn't discover it, bringing even more amusement to her eyes.

Sofia leans even closer, her thick hair caressing my face and her lips lightly brushing against my ear.

"But let's keep your secrets safe, shall we? After all, one day you might be the one keeping a secret from me..." she murmurs, her voice heavy with suggestion.

My body trembles at Sofia's proximity, my mind spinning in a confusion of conflicting emotions.

I feel apprehensive about her threat, even though I know the letters are from Bia, I fear that Sofia might find out about the humiliating erotic games she has been playing with me.

"Sofia, I..." I start to say, but she places a finger on my lips, silencing me with an enigmatic smile.

She turns seductively and her beautiful hair shakes lightly as she walks away, Sofia leaves me alone with my tumultuous thoughts and my racing heart