Seen and Not Heard T-Shirt

The video call notification chimed at exactly 9 PM, and George's stomach lurched. Sandra's face filled his laptop screen from two thousand miles away, her sharp smile making his pulse race even through the pixelated connection.

"I have a surprise for you tonight," she announced without preamble, holding up a black t-shirt. "This arrived today, and you're going to wear it."

George squinted at the screen, trying to read the text across the front. "What does it say?"

"'Seen and Not Heard,'" Sandra replied, her voice dripping with amusement. "Perfect for a chatty little bitch like you."

"Sandra, I can't wear that. What if someone sees—"

"You'll wear it to work tomorrow," she continued, ignoring his protest entirely. "Under your button-down shirt, of course. We wouldn't want to scandalize your boring office colleagues."

George's cock twitched despite his panic. "That's... that's women's clothing. Look at the cut, the way it fits—"

"Exactly." Sandra's eyes sparkled with cruel delight. "Size medium should hug your body nicely. I made sure to get the measurements right."

"I won't do it," George said, though his voice lacked conviction.

Sandra's expression hardened. "Fine. Then I suppose our little arrangement is over. Delete my number, throw away that key I sent you, and we're done."

George's hand instinctively moved to the small silver key hanging around his neck—the only thing standing between him and permanent chastity. Sandra had mailed it to him last month with strict instructions: one emergency use only.

"You wouldn't..."

"Try me." She leaned back in her chair, arms crossed. "Wear the shirt, or lose me forever. Your choice."

Twenty minutes later, George stood in his bedroom holding the package that had arrived that afternoon. The black cotton felt softer than he'd expected, the fitted cut unmistakably feminine. He pulled it over his head, the fabric clinging to his torso in ways that made his cheeks burn.

The next morning, buttoning his dress shirt over the hidden garment, George caught his reflection in the bathroom mirror. The shirt's snug fit was barely concealed beneath his professional attire, the cotton pressing against his skin like a secret shame.

At his desk, every movement reminded him of Sandra's control. When his colleague Jennifer complimented his "better posture," he nearly choked on his coffee. During the afternoon meeting, his boss's praise about him being "less talkative lately" made his confined cock strain uselessly.

By evening, George was desperate, aroused, and completely broken.

"How was your day?" Sandra asked during their scheduled call, her knowing smile making him weak.

"Humiliating," he whispered.

"Perfect. Tomorrow we try the red one."

• 100% combed and ring-spun cotton
• Fabric weight:4.2 oz (142 g/m2)
• Pre-shrunk fabric
• Side-seamed construction
• Shoulder-to-shoulder taping