Mystery Mistress 5
"Ok, we'll get back to that in a minute. But for now, I think you should sit down in your chair." You did. Gisele came over, and your cock bounced in anticipation. She laughed at its little dance, but didn't stop her mission. She grabbed a roll of packaging tape off your shelf and started wrapping your left wrist to the arm of the chair. You didn't do anything to stop her. She did the same with the right wrist. You were now totally secured to your office chair, wearing no pants. Just to be safe, Gisele picked up your pants and underwear from the floor and tossed them in a little box - the same one that your chastity cage was delivered in.
"So you like having your dick locked in that cage. And you like feeling pain - just not 'extreme'. But the cage doesn't hurt. Seems like a missed opportunity, T. Don't they make anything like that that DOES hurt?" Your cock lunged forward at the suggestion. Um, yeah, probably. "Well why don't you go get one?" Um, because Mistress Fire put you in this one. And it's, you know, locked on you. You can't exactly go change it out, even if you wanted to.