The Politician's Secret: Part 2 (Patreon)

Over the following three days Senator Harvey Lusk tried to focus on the demands of his new office. Every morning he woke with the flat steel cage pressing tight around his cock and balls, a constant physical reminder that a woman he had met for less than an hour now owned that part of him.

Meetings with major donors stretched on while he sat behind his desk, shifting his weight whenever the metal warmed against his skin. He shook hands, smiled, promised results, yet his mind kept drifting back to Anna’s thick ass grinding on his lap, the way she had looked him in the eye and simply taken control.

He remembered how quickly she had unzipped him, stroked him to orgasm, and clicked the lock shut. The memory left him aching inside the unyielding steel.

Local officials visited to discuss budgets and legislation. Harvey listened, nodded, took notes, but every time he stood to greet someone the cage tugged at his trapped shaft. He wondered if anyone could see the slight bulge or the way he walked more carefully than usual.

During one briefing he caught himself staring at the clock, imagining Anna walking through the same door in her shiny latex dress, ordering him to bend over so she could check whether he was still locked for her. The thought made his cock swell hard against the flat front of the cage, sending a dull throb through his groin that lasted the rest of the meeting.

By the morning of his first televised speech Harvey arrived early, hoping the quiet would help him concentrate. A small brown package waited on his desk beside a folded note. He opened the note first.

Anna’s neat handwriting read: “Make sure you wear my present for your big televised first speech today. I will know if you are wearing it or not.” A playful wink followed the sentence. Harvey assumed the box contained a tie or cufflinks meant to complete his formal look on camera. Instead, when he lifted the lid he found a smooth pink butt plug, tapered and gleaming under the office lights.

His trapped cock surged instantly, pressing hard against the unyielding steel. The sudden throb made him suck in a sharp breath. He glanced at the closed door, then back at the plug, heart pounding as the reality of Anna’s control settled deeper.

He pictured her tall, confident figure standing in front of him again, that same knowing smile on her plump pink lips while she told him exactly what to do with the toy she had chosen. The idea that she might somehow watch the broadcast and know whether he obeyed sent a fresh wave of heat through his locked shaft.

Harvey swallowed, already feeling the cage grow tighter as his mind filled with thoughts of her thick ass, her commanding voice, and the easy way she had taken everything from him.

Harvey arrived at the television studio a few minutes behind schedule. He walked quickly through the corridor, every step sending a small jolt through the pink plug seated deep inside him.

The tapered silicone shifted with each stride, pressing against his prostate in steady pulses that made his locked cock twitch uselessly inside the flat steel cage. He could feel the metal pressing tight against his balls, a constant reminder that Anna still owned him. His face burned with embarrassment as he passed staff members and security, convinced that someone would notice the awkward way he moved or the faint outline beneath his trousers.

He reached the stage entrance just as the announcer began his introduction. Harvey straightened his tie, took a breath, and stepped into the bright lights. The audience filled every seat in the large hall—hundreds of faces turned toward him, plus the black lenses of multiple television cameras aimed directly at the podium.

He climbed the short flight of stairs, the plug nudging deeper with each movement, and felt his cheeks flush hotter. He was certain the entire room could somehow sense what was hidden under his clothes: the steel cage gripping his cock and balls, the vibrating toy lodged inside his ass. His heart hammered as he crossed to the podium, gripping the sides for balance.

Once behind the solid wooden stand, some of the tension eased. The height of the lectern hid his lower body, and he told himself no one could possibly see the cage’s outline or the way his trousers sat a little tighter than usual. He cleared his throat, adjusted the microphone, and began to speak. His voice came out steady at first.

He thanked the voters, outlined his early priorities, and gestured calmly to the teleprompter. The words flowed, the cameras rolled, and for a few minutes he almost forgot the devices Anna had forced on him.

Then his eyes swept across the front row. She was there. Anna sat in the center seat, tall and unmistakable, wearing glossy black latex pants that clung to her thick thighs and hugged the generous curve of her ass.

A tight black top strained across her large breasts, the leather jacket open over it, and dark sunglasses hid her eyes. She gave him a small, deliberate wave with one hand while the other lifted a small black remote into view. Harvey’s stomach dropped. Before he could react she pressed the button.

The plug inside him came alive with a sudden, powerful vibration that pulsed straight against his prostate. Harvey’s sentence broke mid-word. His voice cracked into a stutter, the unexpected jolt making his knees weaken behind the podium. “—and we will… we will… uh… ensure that every… every district receives…” The vibration continued in steady waves, each throb sending sparks of unwanted pleasure through his trapped cock.

The steel cage held him completely flat, so his growing arousal had nowhere to go except to press harder against the unyielding metal. He gripped the edges of the podium until his knuckles whitened, fighting to keep his expression neutral while the remote-controlled toy buzzed relentlessly inside him.

Anna watched from the front row, lips curved in a faint smile, remote still in her fingers. She pressed the button again, changing the pattern to a faster, pulsing rhythm. Harvey’s next line dissolved into another awkward pause.

Sweat prickled at his hairline. He could feel his balls tightening inside the cage, the constant stimulation making his shaft strain uselessly against the flat front plate. Every camera was still pointed at him.

Every eye in the audience waited for him to continue. He forced the words out, voice tight and uneven, while the plug kept vibrating deep in his ass and Anna sat calmly in the front row, controlling every second of his public humiliation.

Harvey forced himself to keep speaking, each word dragged out while the plug inside him cycled through deep, throbbing pulses that rolled straight against his prostate. The vibrations never let up. They shifted from steady buzz to sharp, rhythmic thumps that made his locked cock strain harder against the flat steel plate. Sweat slid down his temples and gathered at his collar. His eyes kept flicking back to Anna in the front row.

She sat perfectly relaxed, one leg crossed over the other, the glossy black latex pants creaking softly with every small movement. Her fingers toyed with the thin silver chain around her neck. At the end of that chain dangled the two small keys to his chastity cage, catching the stage lights every time she let them swing.

She rolled them between her fingertips, letting them clink together, then lifted them to her lips and kissed one key while staring straight at him. Harvey’s voice faltered again. He gripped the podium tighter, trying to steady himself as another strong pulse from the plug made his balls ache inside the cage.

He pushed through the final lines of the speech, voice tight and slightly hoarse. When he finished, the entire hall erupted. Hundreds of people rose to their feet, clapping and cheering. Camera flashes popped from every angle.

Harvey lifted one hand in a long wave, forcing a smile while the plug continued its relentless pulsing deep in his ass. He gave a thumbs-up to the crowd, then stepped out from behind the podium. The movement made the plug shift inside him, pressing fresh sparks of unwanted pleasure through his trapped cock.

He shook hands with dozens of people as he moved down the stage steps—donors, local officials, reporters. Every handshake felt like a test. He kept his posture straight, praying no one would notice the way he walked or the faint sheen of sweat on his face. Several photographers pulled him into quick photos, and he smiled through each one while Anna’s keys dangled visibly from her neck in the front row.

Finally he slipped through the side door and down the corridor toward his office. His steps were hurried, the plug still buzzing in short, teasing pulses. He reached his door, turned the handle, and stepped inside.

Anna was already there. She sat on the edge of his desk, legs crossed, blowing a small pink bubble of gum. The bubble popped softly between her plump lips. She wore the same glossy black latex pants and tight top, leather jacket open, but her sunglasses were now perched on top of her head. In one hand she held the small remote; in the other she idly spun the silver chain with the chastity keys, letting them clink against each other.

She looked up as he closed the door and gave him a slow wink.

“Great speech, Senator,” she said, voice low and amused. “You handled the… distractions very well.” She clicked the remote once more, sending a final hard pulse through the plug before she turned it off. The sudden silence inside him felt almost louder than the vibrations. Anna smiled, popped another bubble, and let the keys swing gently from her fingers while she waited for him to speak.

Harvey stood frozen just inside the office door, his cock straining uselessly against the flat steel plate of the cage. Every throb from the plug still lodged inside him sent fresh pulses straight into his prostate, making his trapped shaft twitch and press harder against the unyielding metal. Sweat beaded along his hairline and soaked into his collar as he stared at Anna perched on his desk.

“I can’t stop thinking about you,” he blurted, voice hoarse and shaky.

Anna’s smile widened. She slid off the desk with slow, deliberate grace, her glossy black latex pants creaking as she moved. Without breaking eye contact she walked to the windows and pulled the cord, lowering the blinds until the room was cut off from the outside world. The click of the lock on his office door followed, loud in the sudden quiet.

She turned back to him, still smiling, and reached into her leather jacket. A pair of polished steel handcuffs appeared in her hand. She let them dangle from one finger, swinging gently.

“Take off all your clothes,” she said, tone calm and commanding.

Harvey’s hands trembled as he shrugged out of his suit jacket, then loosened his tie. Piece by piece he stripped—shirt, belt, trousers, shoes—until he stood naked except for the flat steel cage locked around his cock and balls and the pink plug still seated deep in his ass. His skin flushed hot under her gaze.

Anna circled him once, admiring the way the cage kept him completely flat and helpless. She stopped behind him and pressed the cold metal of the handcuffs against the small of his back.

“Hands behind you,” she murmured, voice low and teasing. “Now.”