“When were you going to tell me about your behavior at work Greg?” Sophie asks, her hands on her hips, a bitter tone in her voice. I stammer the beginnings of a protest, trying to explain that it’s not what she thinks but she cuts me off. “Greg. There’s no point arguing. I know everything. I can see your Honey status page, and I got a message from your colleague Charlotte at the office. She told me about your habit of staring at women’s breasts when you’re talking to them. And hitting on the interns half your age? It’s disgusting Greg. It creeps them out, and how do you think it makes me feel? It’s humiliating for me Greg. It makes me feel like I’m not enough. Like you’d rather be dating them.”

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She pouts, frowning as she shakes her head in disgust, then adjusts her glasses. “Well. You’ve made your choices, and you’ve got 66 hours more of blackout. Not that I would let you out this week anyway after hearing about your performance.”

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I hang my head, unsure what Charlotte told her, but certain that arguing is not going to help my case. The cage hangs heavy on my shriveled dick, a constant reminder of my helplessness as I nod slowly, beginning my rehearsed apology. “I’m so sorry Sophie. I let you down, and my colleagues at work as well. I know that my behavior was wrong, and I’m going to do better. I’m going to make it up to you - I promise.”

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“Pretty words are all very well Greg.” She says coldly, turning away from me and gathering her coat and shoes. “I need to see your behavior change. I called the Honey helpline earlier to ask them what I should do. Frankly I wish I had called them a long time ago - they were very helpful. They told me about their online forums where I can get support and suggestions from other women who have been through the same thing.”

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“Oh?” I ask, unsure where this is going, and not wanting to rock the boat. “Did they have any good suggestions?” She relaxes her posture slightly, her voice not so angry, a note of nerdy excitement at the pleasure of explaining something interesting.

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“Well. It turns out you’re not the only man who has these kinds of issues Greg, but their first advice was that I should not punish myself because you have chosen to earn punishment. I’m going to figure out what to do with you tomorrow, but for now I’m going out.” She looks down at her phone, tapping a quick message, then looks back at me. “I don’t know what time I’m getting back. If you want to show you’re serious about earning back my trust you can deep clean and tidy my apartment.”

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I’m a little taken aback and annoyed that she thinks I should clean her (frankly pretty messy) apartment. “OK - sure.” I say, I mean, if a couple of hours of cleaning is what it takes then fine. “But - where are you going?”

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She looks at me with a disdainful frown. “I have a date Greg, with a man who hasn’t got himself banned from being released. As the women on the forums pointed out to me there’s no reason I should have to miss out on having an unlocked man tonight if I want to - remember it’s not my fault it won’t be you.”

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“But!” I stammer, unsure that I understood her. “Aren’t we - I mean I guess I thought that we were - you know - dating?” She turns to me, smiling sweetly, her wide hips angled provocatively, a softer tone in her voice.

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“Greg - this is new to me too, but you have to understand, just because you earned yourself a punishment doesn’t mean you can inflict that on me. If you don’t care enough about being unlocked by me to behave decently at work then you really forfeit any claim to my attention, don’t you?” The look on her face seems like genuine concern and pity, and as she watches my reaction she smiles, the last vestiges of her anger dissipating.

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“Oh come here Greg!” She says, grinning, spreading her arms to invite me into a hug. Still dumbstruck, I step towards her, opening my arms as she embraces me, pulling me tightly against her. She smells musky and exciting, her soft shape crushed by the hug. “I can’t be mad at you for long - I really like you Greg. I don’t mean to be cruel, its just that the research is really clear - the best way to help you is to be firm about boundaries and rules.”

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Her body feels so good against mine, her scent comforting and arousing. I nod as she pulls gently away, taking my hands in hers. “Awww!” She says. “It’s so frustrating Greg. I really wanted you to make love to me tonight, to feel you inside me, but I think I’ve got an idea from the forum that should make everyone happy.” I look at her, curious and excited. “How does this sound Greg - I’m going to get a quick drink with John, who I’ve been taking to on Honey. If things go well I’d like to bring him back here. I so want you to make love to me tonight Greg. I want you to cuddle me, kiss me, look into my eyes, and hold me while John plays the role you can’t.”

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I can’t disguise my surprise and horror at his, and Sophie squeezes my hands, her eyes widening in a pleading smile as she tugs at me playfully. “Oh Greg - don’t be a spoilsport - I so need you inside me tonight!”

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“Isn’t there some other way? I mean, I could kiss you there, or use my fingers, or a toy?” I stammer.

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She smiles, bending one knee to angle her body as she looks at me coquettishly. “Oh Greg I love all those things, but its not the same as a real cock - I can never cum from a toy inside me, and clitoral orgasms are great, but there’s nothing like cumming with a man inside me. I so want that to be you Greg - that’s why I was mad at you.” She takes off her glasses, pulling me close again and kissing me deeply. The taste of her is intoxicating, and I moan reflexively as she cups my caged cock with her hand, teasing my balls through my pants as she explores my mouth with her tongue. Our mouths separate, and she pulls me closer. Keeping her hand on my balls she whispers in my ear as she caresses me in a way that I can’t resist. “Please Greg. For me. I’ll make it up to you when your blackout is over, I promise.”

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My breathing has quickened, and I feel my cock strain helplessly in its cage as she strokes me, her skilled hand governing my body’s unquenchable thirst. I look at her, her stocky figure and plain face somehow the most delightful and irresistible combination I have seen. “I-” I gasp, my cock twitching with misplaced optimism under her touch. “OK. Yes. Oh please, please don’t stop.” I beg, reduced to my animal instincts by her taste and smell and touch.