As the door slams behind Sophie I’m left alone and frustrated in her apartment. I collapse on the couch, pulling out my phone as I try to think through my options. Of course, there’s no reason why I have to put up with this from Sophie - I just have to find another woman and make a fresh start without this Honey for Workplace baggage. I open the Honey app, scrolling to the ‘Dating’ tab. I’m confused for a moment when it doesn’t open with the usual suggested profiles, instead only showing an image of Sophie’s chubby smiling face. I tap the small “?” icon on the otherwise blank screen, reading the message that pops up.

“Your dating function is currently limited to most recent releasing partner to assist you in improving your Workplace and dating performance. Achieve three stars or higher in Workplace and Dating scores to unlock dating functionality.”

I feel my breath quicken, glancing at the status screen and seeing all three of my workplace scores are ‘1’s, and my dating average is a ‘2’. I scroll through the dating reviews briefly, never having noticed them before, and I’m shaken by the comments from girls I have met up with.

“Seemed like a nice guy, but ghosted me after I wouldn’t unlock him on a first date.”

“Wouldn’t stop begging me to unlock him even after I’d told him I wasn’t comfortable with it.”

“Got really irritated and left after I told him I didn’t unlock men on a first date.”

Oh shit. I had not realized that this was being tracked, and I don’t see how I can recover except by persuading Sophie to leave better feedback and fixing my work scores. My heart sinks, and I glance around the apartment, looking for easy wins on places to tidy.

As I move around the living room, picking up old magazines, coffee cups, and other detritus, I try to think, my caged cock guiding my thoughts back to how to impress Sophie despite my resentment. First impressions - the living room. I make sure everything is picked up, straighten the furniture, and make a note to vacuum the floor. Next, the bedroom. I wander into Sophie’s room, noticing the gentle decor typical of a women’s room. The bed is unmade, a pile of laundry at the foot of the bed, pajamas unfolded. I sigh, distracted for a moment by the nightstand at the side of the bed.

Feeling guilty as I do it, but unable to control my curiosity, I open the drawer. In it is a small black velvet bag - I open it carefully, letting the items fall out onto the bed. It’s exactly what I was looking for, a voyeuristically intimate glimpse into Sophie’s private space. Several condoms, and a cute little blue vibrator shaped like a dolphin. I smile, thinking of her choosing it, selecting something playful and not too phallic or sexual, her slightly coy nature feeling comfortable with this toy. My mind imagines her lying back on her bed, unwrapping it, switching it on nervously, holding it in her hand for a moment before exploring the sensations of the device through her clothes with a slightly guilty sense of shame.

I think of her closing her eyes, lifting her dress, nervously beginning to touch herself with the innocently shaped object, pressing it gently against the fabric of her panties, gasping at the unfamiliarly intense motion. I watch her in my imagination, her thick thighs spreading slowly as she begins to relax and allow her body to enjoy the soft vibrations.

I imagine her, slightly flushed, pausing the vibe for a moment to remove her panties, wriggling with awkward haste as she pulls them down, then closing her eyes again as she licks her fingers hesitantly, reaching down to separate the delicate fleshy folds of her vulva. She bites her lip with anticipation as she nestles the tip of the soft silicone toy into her intimate cleft, fumbling with the switch, gasping as it returns to life, the sensation much more intense against the delicate flesh of her pussy, slick and puffy now with arousal as her breathing and heart rate quicken.

I feel my cock swell in its cage as I imagine her, her inhibitions dwindling as she moans softly, pressing the toy eagerly now against her sex, rubbing herself, her wide hips pushing hungrily as her arousal grows. The cage bites cruelly on my hardening cock, interrupting my fantasy of Sophie painfully. Frustrated, I return the dolphin to the bag, replacing the condoms and putting the bag back in the drawer. Impatient, I return to the task of tidying, making the bed as I try not to imagine when Sophie last needed to reach eagerly for a condom from the drawer, willing my painful attempt at an erection to subside.

The bed made, pillows puffed, I pick up her pajamas, a pair of pink flannel shorts and a matching button down top. As I fold them, I can’t help but glance at them the crotch of the shorts bears a slight stain. I bring them to my face, inhaling her musky scent. The smell of her womanhood gives me a feeling of butterflies in my belly, my hindbrain reflexively responding to the traces of pheromones left on the soft fabric that rested against her most intimate parts. I notice the tag - a size 14 is larger than I thought, and I’m reminded resentfully of how I would not have found her heavy bodying plain features attractive enough to be interested in before being caged. I sigh, defeated as I feel the device tight again on my confined cock. I fold her pajamas, returning to the job of tidying.

How much time passes, I’m not sure, I feel almost in a trance as I clean her apartment, vacuuming, doing her dishes, putting her laundry into the washing machine. Eventually I hear the key in the door, the front door banging as it opens, and the sound of drunken giggling, of someone falling through the doorway.