The email is from ‘Honey for Workplaces’, and I almost delete it because it looks like spam. Taking a second look, I see that it is linked to my Honey account, and begin to read it, a little skeptical.

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“Welcome to ‘Honey for Workplaces’!” The message reads. “Your organization is partnering with Honey to bring the benefits of chastity devices to the world of work! You’ll be able to experience the same advantages of Honey’s technology in the world of dating in the office, and the best thing is that all of your existing account settings work without any changes!

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Expect a communication from your human resources office soon with the specific details for your company, but in short the program allows women to rate the behavior of Honey-Locked men they work with on several scales including respectful behavior, giving space for women to speak and lead, and going above and beyond to uphold feminist standards in the workplace. Ratings will show up on your Honey dating profile, with higher rated men seeing more matches, and potential matches being more willing to ‘swipe right’!.

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As well as ratings, women will be able to file complaints. These will result initially in a warning consultation, then in progressive additional chastity restrictions that cannot be over-ridden by key holders.

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We trust you will enjoy these new features,

Your friendly engineers at Honey.”

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I sit for a minute, a little stunned. Surely this is a mistake, I didn’t opt into this.

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In case it’s something I need to deal with, I decide to assert myself, getting up and walking the short distance to the office of the HR manager. Breathing deep, I knock on the door. “Come in!” Faith calls out, and I step into her office. It’s a small room, and she sits behind a large desk, with a couple of chairs arranged around a small table in one corner. “How can I help you Greg?” She asks cheerfully as I close the door. She is a big woman, with long dark hair tied up in a bun. Her taste for colorful low-cut blouses tends to draw attention to her heavy bust, and her full round face is rarely not eating.

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“Oh hi Faith.” I say. “Just wanted to drop in and let you know I think there is a scam email going around claiming to be from ‘Honey for Workplace’?”

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“Oh no Greg - that’s our new partnership. We’re very excited about it, but the email from corporate hasn’t gone out yet. Now let me see…” She says, turning to her laptop, making a couple of clicks, then tracing her finger down a list of names. “Oh yes here you are - it looks like you are already Honey Locked Greg - that’s exciting!” She grins, looking down at my crotch with a wink. “I think you’re going to find the program very rewarding.”

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I can’t hide my reaction as I try to protest. “There must be a mistake Faith - I didn’t agree to this - it’s a huge invasion of my privacy. There must be a way to get my name off the list?”

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She smiles smugly at me, crossing her arms in a way that pushes her cleavage even higher. “Two things. First, you can call me Ms Gibson from now on. Second, you agreed to the program when you signed the paperwork at your fitting. The email will go out to the women in the office later today - including me - giving instructions on how to rate or discipline you so I would suggest that you adjust your tone and get back to work. I will be asking your supervisor, Ms Miller, to pay particular attention to your productivity and demeanor this week. Now, if you don’t have any other questions Greg, I suggest you get back to work before I decide to make a compliance check.”

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I’m stunned, wanting to react with anger, but terrified of the consequences. Flushed with humiliation after the one-sided exchange, I nod, leaving her office and returning to my cubicle, painfully aware of the hard plastic cage on my bridled manhood. I keep my head down that afternoon, avoiding the snickering sideways looks from the women in the office, the whispered laughs and knowing glances, trying to hide my humiliation and focus on my work.

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I have been carefully concealing the device from friends and colleagues, happy that the device can’t really be noticed under normal clothes. The idea of an email going out to them letting them know which men are Honey Locked and inviting their rating is mortifying.