Your Boss Informs you of your Punishment

"Wait... you want me to wear a what now?" You splutter. Surely you had misheard.

"A chastity cage." Your boss repeats. "It's a device that locks up your penis so that I can trust you not to misbehave again."

"I know what it is, but doesn't that seem a bit, you know... ****?" You begin to sweat a little.

You knew there was going to be some kind of punishment for what you had done but not in your wildest dreams did you imagine that it would be something like this.

"If you prefer, I can go back to firing you?" Chanel gives you a pointed look.

"No-no-no. I'll wear one! I-I'll look for one after work." You promise. You couldn't afford to loose this job and could always just take it off when you needed to, right? In fact, how would she even know if you were wearing one?

"That won't be necessary. I've already gone through the trouble of purchasing several. Now, drop your trousers."

"M-my t-trousers?" Your face pales.

"Yes, briefs too. I need to measure you so that I know which one will fit." Chanel patted several unopened boxes on her desk.

"Wait, can't I do this by myself in the bathroom or something?" You plea.

"Obviously, you cannot be trusted and if I am going to allow you to remain working here while under chastity, I need to know that you aren't going to try and weasel out of it by picking a cage that you can slip out of. So, drop the trousers. Now!"

"Yes ma'am." You do as she asks, unable to think a way out of this predicament.

Chanel gives you a look that you can't quite decipher as you expose yourself to her.

"Er, boss?" You question as your boss continues to stare at your limp member. The shear amount of fear coursing through your body causes it to retreat somewhat.

"Huh? I mean yes, good. Now, just give me a second to measure you." Chanel's warm hand lifts you up by the underside of your penis as you feel the cool plastic of her ruler against the top.

"Small." Your boss mutters to herself.

"Excuse me?" You're voice breaks in shame. You knew you weren't huge but you always considered yourself average at worst.

"Your penis dimensions fit a small cage. See?" Chanel holds up one of the boxes marked small. She was right.

"I'm usually bigger than this." You say defensively. "It's just the ruler's cold is all. And there's a bit of a breeze."

"I'm sure you are." Your boss rolls her eyes before opening up the box and placing something cool and hard around you. A small smirk seems to play on her lips before you hear the unmistakable click of a lock.