Mystery Mistress 6
The command wasn't overly aggressive. It was simple. Matter-of-fact. It was something that, if you were a different person, you could have said no to. After all, dropping your boxers was the last thing you should do. It would expose your cage to Natasha, which would open a whole new world of questions. How would she respond? Best case scenario, she would know your secret, but wouldn't say anything or make you do anything. Worst case, well, she could still probably go to any of your bosses and make you lose your job for this whole situation. But you didn't think that was likely. So worst case was - fuck you didn't even know. Worst case was probably something that deep down you fantasized about and longed for. God you were one fucked up individual.
Your mind refocused on the brief flash of Natasha's panties this morning. That one instant is what led to this. You were trading a momentary flash of her panties for a full reveal of your locked, spiked chastity belt, and all the humiliating fucked-up fantasies that went along with it. Fair trade? Absolutely not. But, you weren't exactly into equal-ground. You were into submission. You were into domination. You were into being exposed, used, humiliated, abused.
You realized, as you hooked your thumbs into the waistband of your boxers, that your cock was rock-hard. The hadn't even noticed the pain of the spikes - the deep pit of humiliation in your stomach drowned it out. With that realization, you pushed down.