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A Working Day

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Synopsis: A day at the office for a power broker with a unique relationship with his secretary.
A Working Day
by Abe Froman

The following story is a work of fiction. It contains scenes of an adult nature, so if 
you are under 18, stop reading now. This story contains explicit sexual language 
and fantasies. If you are offended by such activities, do not read any further. This 
is purely a fantasy. Any resemblance to any person, living or dead is purely 
coincidental. The author is not responsible for any damage resulting from reading 
this work. It is written with thanks to its inspiration, along with apologies to her for 
any lack of quality. Any of the story's faults are the authors.

This story may be reposted or archived provided the following conditions are met:
1. The story is not altered in any way
2. The story contains my name and disclaimer
3. You do not make money from the story

Part 1: Morning

Michael Davis is just opening the front door from his house and stepping 
outside as his limousine pulls around to meet him.  It's not stopped for a 
second before his driver his out to open his door.  He smiles and says a 
quick hello and good morning.  A warm smile on her red lips and a "Good 
morning, Sir," is his gift in return.

Denise, his driver, is dressed with a purpose.  Her skirt is dangerously 
short and must have lycra in it to grip her perfect ass that tight.  Her 
smooth legs are perfectly displaying the pattern on her stockings.  Her 
short black jacket barely covers her crisp white blouse, fitted to her curves 
perfectly.  There are enough buttons on the blouse open to just show the 
top of the black lace bra offering up her perfect creamy breasts.  They 
move just enough to be nearly hypnotic.  He smiles.  This girl knows how 
to dress for effect.  His cock aches with the lust he feels.

As she closes his door and climbs into her own seat, his mind is suddenly 
drifting to the image of that skirt trying to stay in place as she drives.  It 
must slide up around her hips; exposing whatever panties she might be 
wearing.  Again, his cock aches.  

He's soon distracted from that though by the personal video screen 
coming to life.  Denise as per routine has started the DVD for him as soon 
as they get moving.  He wonders if she ever bothers to look at what she's 
playing.  The previous aching turns to an angry throb as they travel the 
next half hour to his office.  The screen is felled with images of leather 
and lace clad women kissing, dancing, grinding against each other, 
massaging and finally fucking each other with urgent lust.  It's a long 
drive.

Arriving at work, Denise opens his door with a very deep bend and smile.  
He's granted long and healthy look at her wonderfully full and young 
breasts, perfectly displayed. 

He walks to his office, waving and smiling at the few employees who have 
arrived earlier than him

Now settled in his office, he scans the messages that arrived after his 
departure yesterday and plans a few items for the day.  Perhaps half an 
hour later, he hears Vicki, his secretary, arrive and getting her own space 
ready, just steps outside his door.  His mind drifts from his work for just a 
moment, wondering what she might be wearing today.

After about an hour, the intercom rings, and Vicki tells him a package has 
arrived for him by courier, and would he like her to bring it in.  With a 
healthy touch of curiosity, he responds that that would be very kind of her.

She steps inside, opening the door after a soft knock.  He catches himself 
taking in a deep breath upon seeing her – her slim and lean body is 
modelling a long skirt that seemed to cling to her curves and a fitted red 
sweater with a collar up to her neck but skin tight, hugging her firm 
breasts.

She smiles at him as he rises from behind his desk, admiring his perfectly 
fitted suit.  

"Do you want it?"

"Yes, please."

"Have you been good enough?" she starts to taunt him.

"Yes, I have."

"Have you followed your instructions today?"  a raised eyebrow 
accompanies her question.

"Yes, I have, Mistress."

"Show me."

He moves to the center of the office, and he removes his jacket, laying it 
over the corner of his desk.  

"Stop there, and put your hands behind your neck."  The command is firm 
and efficient.

He obeys, and she moves closer.  Her fingers move to his trousers, 
opening his belt, tugging down the zipper, reaching inside. 

"Ooohh, it feels right."

She continues and his pants are soon around his ankles, and he steps out of 
them at her command.  She guides him out of his shoes as well.  He now 
stands before her, under her control, exposed in black stockings, garter 
belt and bright pink thong panties.  She reaches inside the front of his 
panties.  

"And this lovely cock cage fits you perfectly, suck a lovely bulge it gives.  
I bet it hurts quite a bit when your cock tries to get hard doesn't it?"

"Yes, Mistress, it does."

"I bet that happened a lot while watching the movie I chose for you, didn't 
it?"

"Yes mistress, it did."

"Goody," she replies, loving each second of the sexual torment she insists 
he endure.  "And do you like being in these panties for me, slut?  Dressed 
like a man on the outside, but like a little trampy whore underneath?"

"Yes, Mistress, I love it."

"Good.  Let's open your package, shall we?  I ordered it special for you, 
and I'm so glad it's arrived."

She tears into the package, giggling with glee, and in a minute she's 
holding up his new toy before his eyes.  It's a large, seven inch bright pink 
butt plug, with swirling ridges down its length.  "Oh good, this is going be 
so lovely in your little ass," she's clapping her hands together.  "I bet you 
can't wait to wear it for me."

"Yes, Mistress, please let me fill up my ass with it for you," he begs 
sincerely, "Please."

"Oh, you will, my little girl, but not quite yet.   I've got something else 
special for you.  Take off your shirt and tie."

He loosens the tie, placing it over the desk as well, and unbuttons and 
removes his shirt. 

"Turn to face the window."

He turns, his back to her, now dressed only in the panties and stockings, 
facing out across the city, never knowing who might be looking back.  Her 
deft hands soon have his chest wrapped in a pink lace bra, matching his 
thong, and she slips large silicone breast forms inside the cups.  Suddenly 
he carries D cup breasts on his frame.

"Now, turn back to face me.  Show me your titties."

He turns, his face red.  He never quite gets used to his, being a man in 
women's lingerie, so controlled by his secretary, his Mistress.  He feels 
humiliated wearing the lingerie, the fake breasts, but he knows he does it 
for her pleasure, and that makes everything worthwhile.  The feeling he 
senses from her when his obedience pleases her, arouses her, when the 
humiliation she forces upon him changes the tone of her voice in that way 
he loves, is the best feeling he's ever known.

And that look is growing on her face now – that curve of her lips.  "Good 
girl," she says.  "Bend over."

He obeys, and he bend deeply forwards, his legs spread, until he can 
nearly grip his ankles – the thong splitting his ass cheeks, exposed to the 
window.  

Her fingers are roaming over him, teasing him.  She slaps on latex gloves, 
and he soon feels those fingers, now cold and wet with lubricant, probing 
his ass, testing it.

Suddenly she is pushing something into his tight opening – it's so cold, it 
can't be the new plug.  It pops inside, only to be quickly followed by 
another.  He's allowed a moan, he knows from experience, but never a 
question.  After the third is pushed inside, chilling him to the core, she 
speaks.  

"Do you remember last week, slut, when you came for me in the ice cube 
tray?  How much you had to give after saving it so long for me?  I'll bet 
you do."  The joy and pleasure is so evident in her voice that despite the 
discomfort he feels his cock throb in its cage.  He did know, and she'd 
been having him build up more again – he hadn't been allowed to cum in a 
week.  "Well you've got your little cum-cubes stuffed inside your own ass 
right now.  An ass full of cum that will soon melt inside you.  What a slut 
you are."  Her voice stays just on the edge of gleeful laughter.

And then she guides the new plug inside.  It's wider than he's been filled 
with before, and it aches and stretches him going in.  She happily notes 
that its ridges allow her to literally screw it into his ass.  And with a final 
push, its widest point pops into him, and the toy is home.

"You may stand now, slut."

He stood upright, and feels the plug so deep and full inside him – he feels 
it trap the torturing frozen cum in his ass.  Will it be better or worse once it 
thaws?  Knowing that his cum is sloshing around inside his own ass.

"Now, you may get back to work.  Put back on your pants and your jacket.  
You may not be able to button your shirt over your new tits, so I'll just 
take it with me.  Oh and one more thing."

She picks up his shoes where he's left them, and tosses him a different 
pair.  Four inch black heels.

"You'll be wearing these too.  Put them on."

Feeling the plug with each step, he moves to step into them.  He fights for 
his balance at first, but he is ashamed to realize he's getting used to 
walking in heels.  She leans down and as closes tiny locks on the buckling 
straps as she closes them tight.

" Now get to work, slut – you're going to have a trying and long lunch 
hour, so you'd better be productive.  And looking like that, you'd better 
hope noone gets past my desk."  

With one more stroke over his satin-covered and steel trapped cock, she's 
gone beyond the heavy wooden door.  He pulls his trousers up past the 
heels, over her stockinged legs and over his plugged and full ass.  He 
slides on his jacket, which now just serves to frame his lace-enclosed 
breasts.  

It was nearly impossible to work.  He felt his ass ache with each motion in 
his chair, and he was sure he could feel his own cum sloshing inside him.  
The fake breasts were constantly getting in his way as he tried to type or 
read reports.  Worst of all, he knew exactly how he looked – taking time in 
his private washroom to soak in the humiliating image staring back from 
the mirror.  He didn't quite know if Vicki would let someone past her to 
see him this way.  Each sound outside the door could be the end of his 
reputation.   

He never felt more alive.


Part 2: Lunch

The hour of noon had arrived finally, and each minute that now ticked past 
seemed like an hour.  But Michael knew better than to do anything but 
wait.  He hadn't walked much, but his feet were very aware of the heels 
that trapped them.  His ass had been plugged full for hours now, but it was 
not the kind of thing you got used to.  

At about quarter after, the door to his office opened suddenly and without 
warning.  He was frozen in his chair.  

It was Miss Vicki with a wicked smile adorning her face.

"Nervous, slut?  Worried someone snuck past while I was in the 
washroom?"  She giggled at his predicament.  "I'll bet you're wondering 
how many times I left to go to the washroom this morning – or did I just 
go for a walk and leave the door unguarded."  

"Yes Mistress," was the only response he could muster.

"Well it is time for your special lunch."  She locked the door to his office, 
which seemed a rather ominous sign after this morning, he thought.

"Remove the trousers and jacket, slut.  I want to see those lovely panties 
and bra."

Inside of a minute, he was again standing in the middle of his office in 
lingerie and heels.

"Bend over, whore, and spread your legs."

Once he was in position, he felt her fingers over his legs, his ass and then 
teasing down to wiggle the plug stuffing him.  

"Nice and full, slut?  Nice and full of rubber and cum?"

"Yes Mistress."

"It's lunch time, slut.  Are you hungry?" she changed the subject quickly.  

"Yes Mistress, I am."

"Well, you'll eat soon enough, but we've got a few things to do first.  
Now, you know that you're my little slut, don't you?"

"Yes Mistress."

"You know that I own you completely.  I can make you do anything for 
me, and that everything you are and that you've accomplished is really 
mine now.  What you have is only what I've allowed you to keep.  Think 
about that, don't answer right away.  Think about it.  Then tell me."

It was more than just obedience that made him run the thought through is 
mind.  This morning had proved it for the hundredth time.  If she wanted, 
she could expose him in this lingerie or in any of the other outfits he'd 
worn for her.  Or she could share the many photos of his eager service.  
His life, his reputation and his career were in her hands.

"Yes Mistress, I know that I am yours completely."  

"Good.  It's good that you know it.  Do you accept it?"

The feeling swelling through him made this answer easier.  "Yes Mistress, 
I accept it, and I beg for it.   I wouldn't want to be anything but yours."

"That is very good, slut; especially due to what I have planned for you 
today.  I want you to remember what you've just told me through every 
minute."  Her look travelled through his eyes down deep into his soul.  

"Now, on your knees, slut.  Put your wrists behind your back, and keep 
your knees spread."

He moves into position, and found it one that gave him yet again a new 
awareness of the plug.  His bra-full of silicone breasts were pushed 
forwards.  Behind him, she expertly locked his wrists in leather cuffs, 
trapping them together.  As she pulled out a gag and showed it to him, he 
obediently opened his mouth for it.  A small penis-shaped rubber object 
pushed between his teeth, and the leather strap secured behind his head 
locked it tight.  She showed him his face now with a small mirror, and he 
noticed a silver ring flat against the leather of the gag.  She set down the 
mirror and removed a large bright pink dildo from her bag.  There was a 
gleam in her eye as she secured the base of it to his gag, and once again 
the mirror was raised to show it obscenely jutting from his face.

"One more piece of preparation, slut."

And with that, she drew out the blindfold.  Buckled on firmly, it plunged 
him completely in darkness.  Without other sights to distract him, he was 
again very aware of how he must look.  

The knock on the door jerked him out of his thoughts and his heart was 
pounding in his chest.  

"Oh lovely, our guest is here."

He heard Miss Vicki move to the door and open it.  The gasp he heard was 
someone else's.  

"Shhh now love, we don't want to give our little slut any clues," Miss 
Vicki instructed.

She had finally done it.  She'd shared his most closely guarded secret.  
She'd shared her possession with someone.  He could barely think over 
the sound of his heart pounding and the buzzing in his head.  But his 
aching cock trying to stiffen in its cage betrayed to himself how he really 
felt.

"Now, slut," Miss Vicki continued, "you are going to be a good little girl 
for our guest, and make me proud.  Aren't you?"

He nodded, and felt his face redden with shame as he felt the toy cock 
locked to his face shake.

"Good girl."  Then Miss Vicki turned to her guest.  "Go ahead love, 
explore her, have some fun."

Strange hands were suddenly on his body, sliding over his face, his chest, 
under his face breasts to tease and tweak his nipples.  They reached inside 
his panties and felt the cruel cage trapping his cock.  They guided his body 
forwards, pushing his face to the carpet, and explored the base of the plug 
inside him.

"That plug is trapping cum in his ass, love.  I won't tell you whose it is."  
Miss Vicki giggled and he heard another gasp from the unknown woman.

Then her fingers were on his face again, actually stroking the dildo locked 
to his gag harness.  

"Do you want it?" Vicki asked her.

He could only assume she nodded, because the next thing he heard was his 
Mistresses command to move onto his back.  She recuffed his hands over 
his head to allow him to lie flat on the carpet.  He knew it was coming, but 
he was still not fully prepared for the sensation of this unknown woman 
lowering herself over his body – his body dressed in pink panties and a 
stuffed bra, in heels and stockings.  She lowered herself slowly.  He felt 
her thighs against his arms, his chest.  He smelled her more than anything.  
Then the pressure against his gag, and he knew.  He ached to see this 
mystery cunt filling itself with the dildo on his face.  His own cock 
screamed to be set free, to be allowed to stand freely erect.  But all he 
could do was lay there, feeling her using his face to please herself, 
smelling her arousal with the deep breaths he was forced to take through 
his nose.  He did know better than to just lie there though, and he worked 
to please her as best he could.  He moved his face with her thrusts, 
matching them, swirling and dancing the dildo inside her.

She couldn't stop herself soon, and low but building guttural moans were 
making their way from her.  Her juices her gripping down the dildo, 
towards his face as she rode it.  Miss Vicki was smiling and fingering 
herself as she watched.

He felt her fuck his face faster and faster, her urgency building with the 
volume of her moans.  Finally, the moans erupted into a scream and she 
came wet and loud on top of him.  She collapsed down, and for a few 
panicked seconds her position on his face blocked all breathing, but when 
she was able to roll off him, her nectar was left all over his face, drawn in 
to his nostrils strongly. 

"Mmmm, that was so good to watch, love, I can only imagine how it felt."

There was a mumbled response, likely all she could manage. 

"Now, I want to show you something else," and again there was that 
wicked joy in Vicki's voice.  "Slut, get up for me, stand up."

He worked his way up onto his legs, struggling a bit to balance blind on 
heels with his hands cuffed together before him.

"Pull down your panties, slut."

Again he had to make due with cuffed hands as he slid the tiny bit of satin 
down his thighs and off over his heels.  He felt her fingertips sliding over 
his caged manhood.  She loved to taunt him, so it was a surprise when her 
fingers moved to free him of it.

"Back down on your knees, slut. Keep those legs spread."

He slid back down the floor, feeling his high heels beneath the cheeks of 
his full ass as he spread his thighs wide, displaying his freed cock.  It was 
clear now to Vicki's guest that he was kept completely shaved.

"Would you like to cum, slut?  Would you like to show us how much of 
your cum you're keeping in those blue balls?  Hmmmm?"

He nodded, shaking the sticky dildo once more.  

"Okay, my horny little slut.  You can jerk your horny cock for us, while 
we watch.  You've got five minutes to cum, but don't cum without 
permission.  You may nod to ask permission."

With his wrists cuffed, his two hands worked in partnership.  One stroking 
his needy prick, the other massaging his full balls.  With the knowledge of 
his embarrassing position, the plug inside him, face breasts jiggling on his 
chest, and an audience of his Mistress and her guest, he didn't need 
anywhere near the time allowed.  Images from the whole week of his 
service filled his head, then his driver taunting him, the movie in the car, 
then having his face fucked in his office, leaving a sweet scent that still 
filled his senses.  He was nodding urgently in two minutes.

"Ready to cum already, slut?  Oh my, how hungry you must be."

He knew better than to stop stroking, despite being so close to explosion, 
but it took all his will to hold back.  He heard her shifting around him.  
Another surprise hit him, as her hands pulled his from his cock.  Was she 
going to deny him?  In seconds she freed them only to cuff them again 
behind his back.  He was moaning around his gag.  Frustration turned to 
pure joy as he now felt her firm grip replace his.  She stroked him hard 
and tight, and his whole body was trembling.

"Cum now, slut, cum now.  Cum hot and full for your Mistress.  Show our 
guess how much jism you're saving for me."

The explosion started in an instant and kept coming.  Spasm after spasm of 
his body ejected the thick cum in heavy ropes.  His whole body savoured 
the sweet release.  With a final grunt from behind the leather, he was 
spent, and he slumped so slightly.  

With a shared wink to her guest, Vicki lifted the plate from between his 
thighs.  Her expert hand had guided the thick cum into rows on the open 
sandwich.  It stood out wonderfully on the slices of roast beef.  The 
woman, wet again from his performance, had to slap her hand over her 
mouth to keep silent.

Vicki guided him to his feet and to the sofa.  He was inches from the 
strange woman and he could sense the electricity.  Her novice hands 
unbuckled his gag, the dildo still swaying from it, and his mouth was 
emptied.  The penis gag slid out covered in his drool.

His hands still cuffed behind him, he was slowly and lovingly fed the 
sandwich by the guest.  With his second bite, he was positive of where his 
cum had gone, and once again felt an inner humiliation that he now 
recognized the taste so readily.  He was starving, and ate eagerly.  He was 
offered a mouthful of water to wash the last bite down, and licked his lips 
afterwards.  

"Thank you, Mistress, thank you for allowing me to serve and feed."

"You are welcome, slut.  Now, one more thing," she turned once more to 
her guest, "do you want to?"

Still blindfolded, he knew nothing of her response – just Miss Vicki's 
reaction.  "Okay slut, hands on your desk, and bend forward, back arched, 
legs spread."

He felt his way there and complied.

The fingers that felt their way between his ass cheeks were tentative, still 
nervous, so he knew it was not Miss Vicki.  He groaned as she pulled and 
twisted the plug from him.  His face was red with further humiliation.

"See how open he is now?"  Vicki explained, "He's been stuffed with it all 
morning."

And he did feel open.  Open and exposed.  But in minutes that feeling was 
over.  Mistress explained for a new audience what exactly the cloudy ice 
cubes were as she pushed five more into him, and plugged him tight once 
more.  The panties were slid back up his legs.

His goodbye kiss to Miss Vicki's guest was carefully and lovingly placed 
to her sex.  He could tell she was groomed, but not shaved.  A minute later 
she was gone.

Alone again with Miss Vicki, he blinked in the bright light with the 
removal of the blindfold.

"You made me proud, slut, and you'll be rewarded for it," she said with a 
heartfelt smile.  But for the rest of the day, you'll still sit on your cum-
filled and plugged ass, and work there with your nice tits.  But clearly after 
lunch, you're too shameful a whore to need any of your suit."

And then she was gone with his clothes and he was alone with his 
thoughts.  Alone behind a large oak desk in high heels, stockings and 
garters, a pink thong covering a plug screwing cum into his ass, carrying 
D cup breasts in pink lace on his chest.  He was a whore.  He was Miss 
Vicki's whore.

And now he was exposed as that whore to another woman.  A woman he 
might never know, but he'd be looking for that spark of knowing 
recognition in the eyes of every woman he'd meet from that day on.

He never felt more alive.


THE END


A Working Day
By Abe Froman

The following story is a work of fiction. It contains scenes of an adult nature
so if you are  under 18, stop reading now. This story contains explicit sexual
language and fantasies. If  you are offended by such activities, do not read any
further. This is purely a fantasy. Any  resemblance to any person, living or
dead is purely coincidental. The author is not  responsible for any damage
resulting from reading this work. It is written with thanks to  the woman who is
its inspiration, along with apologies to her for any lack of quality. Any  of
the story's faults are the authors.

This story may be reposted or archived provided the following conditions are
met:
1. The story is not altered in any way
2. The story contains my name and disclaimer
3. You do not make money from the story

Please send comments to froman.abe@gmail.com


Part 3: Afternoon

After the high of his service, after the arousal of seeing and smelling his 
Mistress, after the mind-bending experience of being exposed as a  feminized
slut to some woman he didn't see, Michael Davis was coming  back down to
reality. Reality, but not normality.

He was sitting at his desk, trying to work at least, but his mind was 
constantly wandering. He was physically distracted by what he was (and  wasn't
wearing), not to mention that the plug filling his backside that  trapped his
now-thawed cum in his ass. Each fidgeting motion he made in  a vain attempt to
be comfortable refreshed the ache he felt with.

The few times he had gotten out from behind his desk to walk to a  bookshelf he
could feel his face flushing at wearing the panties, stuffed  bra and heels,
even though he was alone. He could just imagine how he  looked. His blinds were
open as well. Everyone seemed to look at "the  view" of the city and not at the
specifics, but he was quite a view himself  right now for anyone who might care
to focus.

He now knew that his secret was not something Miss Vicki was going to  keep to
herself anymore either. She had said from the beginning that it was  all up to
her and she'd finally done it. He trusted her, but it was now fully  real that
one more piece of control was out of his hands and into hers.

Even when he answered the phone he felt exposed. Would they know he  was dressed
in lingerie while he talked to them? Not just panties, but with  stockings and
garters, and bra full of realistic looking and jiggling silicone  D-cups. The
times he was speaking to women he found himself listening  for the slightest
tone of amusement.

He found it much easier to serve his Mistress in her presence. He could  sense
her power; he could feel not only that she commanded his obedience  but also
that it aroused her. It was like a feedback loop that fed his desire  like
electricity. But now, alone, he started to feel the real power of Miss  Vicki's
humiliation of him. He looked like a fool. He'd swallowed his  own cum. He'd
serviced a woman, but not with his tongue, but with the  other end of a rubber
cock that had filled his own mouth.

As if in answer to his own thoughts, the intercom chimed.

"Yes, Mistress?" he answered as he'd long ago been commanded, each  time feeling
the tinge of further humiliation he'd feel if the voice at the  other end was a
different receptionist – it was certainly not unknown for  the ladies to fill in
for each other should a washroom or cigarette break be  required.

"Hello, my slut," Miss Vicki's voice sang in response, reassuring him and 
driving any doubt from his mind. He'd do anything for this woman. "I've  had an
interesting idea."

"Yes, Mistress?" He hoped his nervous hesitation hadn't been too obvious.

"You are very lucky as you have not only a lovely and wicked assistant as  your
Mistress but you are also surrounded by many other stunning women  in your
life."

"Yes, I am Mistress, thank you." After all, it was she who had hired not  only
Denise, his driver, but also both of the women on his household staff.  She'd
also had a very powerful voice in the hiring of the rest of his office  staff.
Michael knew she just loved to surround him with temptation. She  loved to
imagine how his cock would strain, either in tight panties or metal  cages, as
women so lovely as to be plucked from his dreams moved  around him.

Even if he had been tempted, it would be tough explaining to one of them  why he
was wearing lingerie that day, or why his manhood was locked  tight another, or
who might have written "MINE" in permanent marker on  his ass. So these
beautiful women were kept at arms length even though  some seemed to work very
hard to tempt him into their skirts.

Did they know? He often wondered, but he was virtually sure they didn't. 
Today's experience reassured him in a bizarre way. Even though  Mistress's
mystery guest had seemed excited to use him, her first reaction  had been an
audible gasp. He often worked to convince himself that he'd  be able to see that
reaction on the face of a woman who knew what was  truly beneath his suit.

"Well," Vicki continued, "I think you should find a way to express your 
appreciation of all these lovely and talented women in your employ, don't  you?"

"Yes, of course Mistress."

"Good. I knew you'd feel that way, so it's time I told you that you're  hosting
a party for them. It's tonight, by the way, and it's at your house."

Michael drew a deep breath, wondering how this was all going to end up.

"Not to worry, baby, I've taken care of everything." He could practically  hear
the smile on her lips as she spoke. "However, I do think it would be a  good
idea for you to go home now and supervise the preparations. After  all, the two
lovely ladies caring for your home will be guests and shouldn't  have to work
too hard. Besides, the Chippendales that you've hired as  waiters will be
getting there soon, and a chaperone might not be a bad  idea." Vicki giggled.

Of course, thought Michael, I'll be providing studs for them to gaze at,  while
I'll likely be in pink tights.

"So, now I want you to step out around in front of your desk, face the  window,
bent forward, hands on the desk, legs spread. I'll there in a few  minutes."

He rushed into position. She might make him wait for a while but he had  once
experienced the result of not being in position in time and never  wanted to
again. So he waited, looking out over the city, wondering who  might be looking
back and a man in pink lingerie, plugged and waiting for  the attention of his
Mistress.

The door to his office opened and he said his silent prayer that it was her 
approaching. He heard her purr as her fingernails trailed over his exposed 
flesh. She stepped away and moved around him, taking in the view. More  fears
realized as he heard her taking photos. Why did they still build that  shutter
sound into digital cameras?

Her hand returned and moved between his shoulder blades and the  pressure guided
him down, until he was squashing the silicone breasts  against the surface of
his desk. She pulled the panties down over his ass  and turned and tugged the
plug slowly out of him. He felt the deep ache of  the plug moving and grit his
teeth as the sensation transformed into one of  openness and emptiness. His body
was holding a memory of his service to  her. She pulled the panties back up.

"The cum is already started to ooze out of you, pet. Those panties are  going to
be quite a mess by the time you get home." Her joy and shaming  him was so
evident. "You're going to just toss them in the laundry this  time, pet. Maybe
your housekeeper will think you kept a souvenir from  some tramp you fucked
– when you're really the tramp, aren't you pet?"

"Yes, Mistress."

She tugged the silicone breasts out of his bra and slid them into a drawer  in
his desk and then guided his feet out of the heels, which also were given  a
home in his desk. "You can stand now, baby, and turn to me." He  quickly
complied, and she deftly tugged the front of his panties down and  re-locked his
cock into its metal cage. "You may get dressed again, pet,  but the bra, panties
and stockings stay on until you get home. Once you're  home, I want you to check
on the progress with Sara and Jessica, and then  you can go to your bedroom and
follow your instructions carefully. I'll be  there soon to assist for a bit, and
of course to enjoy your generous party."

Minutes later he was back in the limousine, with tightly attired Denise up 
front. She had found time while opening his door for him to offer up  another
generous gaze at her milky cleavage and offered a very joyful  thanks for the
gathering tonight. The metal cage hidden in his panties was  cruelly containing
another erection, as he had no option but to watch yet  another erotic film that
Miss Vicki had chosen for him. As the wheels  crunched onto his driveway a very
buxom blond was using her tongue to  test the smoothness of the shave she'd
given the pussy of redhead with  matching figure that was currently held tight
in chains.

Sending Denise to put away the car and relax until the party, he headed up  into
the house. He felt the sticky wet ooze of cum still making its way out  of his
ass and he was eager to get them off. He silently begged that a  shower was
included on his chore list.

Sara and Jessica, in their unofficial uniforms of snug, low-rise black  trousers
and form-fitting blouses (pink for Sara, a pale yellow on Jessica)  greeting him
deferentially. They had to turn away from three very fit  servers to do it, and
it was obvious these were the men from Chippendales.  They oozed fitness and
their chiselled faces seemed built for their  confident smiles. Well, at least
I'm taller, Michael thought.

It was clear that everything was under control. Just because his Mistress 
insisted that all his staff have long hair, a minimum C-cup chest and free  and
rewarded use of the house or company gym certainly didn't mean they  weren't
exemplary at their jobs. Excellent pay assisted in getting and  keeping them
happy. He quickly got out of their way and went to find out  what wickedness he
would next be enduring.

On his king size bed were two envelopes, numbered, both sealed. He tore  open
the first.

"I'm sure you're having a wonderful day so far,  slut, since I had to finger
myself to orgasm  twice just thinking of my plans for you. I'm  sure you made me
proud. Now to business. You  know you're hosting a party tonight, and a host 
needs to be properly prepared and attired.

"You will shower, since I'm sure you need to,  my cum-filled slut. In addition
to getting your  fine body clean, you'll be making sure your  cock and balls are
completely hairless. The  keys to free them for the shower are in the  soap
dish. After your shower, once your little  Mike is locked back up, you'll find
your party  under-things in the bottom drawer of your  bathroom vanity. I wonder
if anyone looked  there while dusting today?

"Once you are clean and in your proper things  you can put on my favourite
cologne and return  to the bedroom to open the second letter.  Hurry, pet."

He moved into his en-suite and stripped down, thankful to be free of the 
humiliating lingerie especially his stained, sticky panties. He shuddered as  he
tossed them into the laundry hamper. They were sure to be noticed and  he'd be
facing silent, knowing smiles for probably just the wrong reasons  that Mistress
has mentioned.

The shower was a dream. Being able to unlock his genitals and clean his  body of
the cum, sweat and some of the shame of the day was heaven. But  heaven had to
end, and he got to work with the razor and shaving cream,  carefully removing
the stubble that had returned since he was last prepared  this way.

Once finished, he gave himself a final rinse and towelled off. The cage  went
back on and he opened the drawer. He sighed.

It was quite a selection. He'd love to see them on a woman. Panties—a  thong of
course, all lace and bright red. Matching red garter belt with  black fishnet
stockings. Last, but not least, was something Miss Vicki  liked to call a
titilizer. Tiny little adjustable nooses went around his  nipples, holding them
stiff and erect, and the tug of the chain between  them added to the subtle
torture. He noted with a rueful smile that this set  also had little sterling
silver handcuffs as extra adornment.

He got dressed, not failing to notice his growing skill in getting into  women's
lingerie. He pinched his nipples to force them erect and carefully  added their
jewellery. Over time the slight ache will turn to a constant  throb and
tingling; one that will never allow him to forget the decoration.  He gave a
couple of squirts with the cologne and moved back into the  bedroom.

Living with "servants" in the house meant that even something like  walking into
his bedroom like this could be a recipe for humiliation. Could  Sara have come
in to dust or empty some garbage can?  They respected his  privacy very well
when they knew he was home, but he could never know  what harmless event would
leave him red-faced and one of them aghast.

This moment of heart-stoppage went by, as many did, but he couldn't  quite get
used to them.  The chain tugging at his nipples swayed as he  walked to the bed
and picked up the second envelope.

"Well done, pet.  I can just imagine how lovely  you look.  You know that I love
you clean and  gleaming from the shower, and picturing that  steel clad bulge in
those pretty panties makes  my mouth water. 

"Tonight you will be the perfect host for us.   You are to dress in an elegant
pair of dress  pants, a silk shirt and my favorite jacket.   You will show grace
and thanks for all the  lovely women who provide so much service to the 
different parts of your life.  You will be  attentive to their every need, as
you are to  mine. 

"Today at lunch, I surprised you.  I wanted to  see your reaction to have your
secret shared  without any preparation.  The fear, the  tightening of your
muscles.  I had to tell our  guest a bit, but not too much I wanted to see  her
reaction as well.  Oh, and in case you are  wondering, she will not be here
tonight.  I'll  give you just enough of a clue to know that she  doesn't work
for you. 

"There are two ways that I enjoy your  submission to me.  You've seen me use
them  before with other toys or tasks.  Sometimes I  like to surprise you, shock
you – seeing your  face as you realize the size of a plug only as  it goes into
you.

"The other is to let you know early, to make  you run your future humiliation
through your  mind for hours before it happens.  Have you  guessed yet?  Tonight
is the sequel to your  lunch.  After your party tonight, I'm going to  take you
up to your bedroom, strip you down to  your lace and display your body how I
choose.   Maybe I'll use rope or maybe I'll just command  you to hold perfectly
still. 

"Then I'm going to bring in one of your party  guests.  I already know which one
– she doesn't  and neither will you until you see her open  mouth at her boss in
pretty panties.

"So, another reason to be good tonight, slut.   You never know who you might
need to treat you  well later. 

"Enjoy the anticipation, and I'll see you soon.

"Your Mistress, Vicki.

"p.s.  you're hosting a lingerie party."


Oh God.  It was working already.  He could feel his face hot, picturing the 
women from the house, the office, searching their faces in his mind and  placing
on each one the expression of shock and amusement at seeing him  like that.

He got dressed, his own clothes feeling so strange over the lingerie. With a 
deep breath he started back downstairs to check on preparations, and to try  to
acclimatize himself to acting normal in front of a group of women – one  of whom
would soon know his deepest secret.  The chain swayed across  his chest and the
silk shirt. Jessica was the first of the two he saw, and she  greeting him with
a wide smile. 

"You look very handsome, Sir."

"Thank you Jessica, but please, no 'Sir' tonight.  I'm the host, and you're  the
guest.  Just have fun, and let me know if I can do anything for you."

Another wide smile, so intoxicating, "You've got it, Sir... I mean,  Michael."

From then on, things continued to get more challenging.  The women from  the
lingerie company arrived, looking stunning themselves, and carrying a  wide
assortment of items that would look devastating on any of his  anticipated
guests. 

When the guests arrived, it was like a flood of beauty. Mary Hart should  have
been filming them arrive, as each dress was more stunning, more  clingy, and
more perfectly suited to the woman wearing it than the last.   There were
push-ups, low cuts, deep backs, flowing fabrics, high slits and  skirts so tight
they reduced the wearer to tiny steps. His cock was  constantly straining at its
confinement. He tried to keep his eyes from  tracing the curve of each bottom,
or diving down each open neckline, but  it was hopeless.

When they were all there, he was surrounded by the loveliness of ten  women, all
of them stunning, all in his employ one way or another. Sara  and Jessica
working here at the house, Denise his driver, Michelle and  Andrea who kept his
books, Colleen and Amanda who were the legal  department and Joanne, Ally and
Christina who made up the secretarial  pool.

Throughout the evening he was always on his toes, making sure every  drink was
full, guiding the muscular servers around to wherever he sensed  an empty plate.
Those men might look more overtly like objects for the  women's consumption, but
he knew he was the real toy that evening. He  didn't know which of them would be
playing yet, but he would be their  object.

He kept himself on his feet.  There was much to do and coordinate and he  didn't
dare sit and make it just that much more obvious that his ankles  were covered
by stockings instead of socks.

Miss Vicki arrived last, looking as innocent as he'd ever seen her.  Her  dress
was simple yet so perfectly fitted to her form it must have been  tailored. 
Light, with soft flowers in a subtle off-tone pattern, it was cut  just low
enough to stir his heart with her breathing. Another result of its  perfect
hugging of her curves was that it was absolutely evident that she  didn't have a
stitch on under it. He forced himself to keep from staring at  her all night.

The actual lingerie session was pure torture. The women actually modeled  a few
of the pieces for the gathering, and as the only man in the room he  was a
constant focus. He had tried to keep out of the way, but they pulled  him
forward, wanting to show their potential customers a man's reaction  to the
various tiny scraps of lace. His body ached due to the cage, the  titilizer and
lust. Would he see one of these women standing over him  wearing these things? 
Would he be wearing them?

He noticed Michelle, a rather shy knockout from accounting actually blush  at
being in the simultaneous presence of her boss and lingerie. Others,  Denise
most notably, would look to him and smile slowly as she would  run her fingers
over a particularly devastating piece. The remainder of the  guests seemed to
act as if it was a girls-only night out. There had been a  few bottles of wine
opened and emptied by this time, so laughter and  emotions were running free.

His mind was a blur, imagining each of them in the various outfits and 
costumes. He would also catch Miss Vicki's eye, or seeing her particular 
attention on something, and not be able to tell if she wanted it for her or  for
him.  When all was said and done and the women made their choices  and orders,
he noted Vicki made sure to be heard ordering at least two  items in his size.

The party ended too soon – and not soon enough. Each woman thanked  him
personally, often with a gentle kiss or a hug that risked expose the  chain from
his aching nipples. They would tell him that this was just one  more reason they
loved working for him, smiling and lingering near him,  close enough that his
buzzing senses were aware of each motion, each  breath, each flick of the hair.
He feared their touch but at the same time,  after such a sexually charged
night, he would have begged to feel their  breasts squashed tight against him.

The caterers had cleaned and gone. Sara and Jessica were off to their own 
quarters. He made his way finally up to his room in dimly lit silence. He  heard
the sweet voice of his Mistress before he saw her.

"Strip down to just what I've given you." Her voice was a throaty whisper.

In moments his trousers, shirt, jacket and shoes were discarded. He stood 
before her, eager and hungry, stripped down to panties and stockings and  the
teasing jewelry on his chest.  Vickie pointed to heels waiting for him  on the
floor. He slid his feet, already aching, into them.  Despite the three  inches
they added to his height he felt smaller.

She hadn't changed her dress. He felt her power, and the innocence of her  dress
contrasted with her words and what he knew of her true nature. She  toyed with
the buttons at her neckline, teasing him further.

He received a wide and wicked smile from his Mistress as she began to  move
around him. Padded leather cuffs went around his wrists, locked  together, and
she guided them up over his head, pulling his bound wrists  down towards his
shoulder blades with his elbows out beside his head. She  fed a chain from his
wrist cuffs down between his legs and clipped it to  the cage holding his cock. 
Any motion of his arms was cruelly translated  directly along the chain.

A spreader bar trapped and held wide his ankles.  It was even more  difficult
now to balance on the heels.  With him very effectively  immobilized, Miss Vicki
took just a bit more time to apply a whorish  blush and bright red lipstick. 
The titilizer was removed and with a soft  purr she massaged his aching nipples. 
As if they were not red enough, she  added lipstick to them as well.

Miss Vicki had made sure months ago that he had a full-height mirror on a 
rolling stand.  It was moved in front of him now. His body was tight and 
strained, the bulge in his panties obscene. Though the lace he could see the 
steel of the cage. He looked so helpless, so controlled. While he drank in  the
humiliation, she wrote "SLAVE" across his forehead with the lipstick.

"Will you make me proud, slut?"

"Yes, Mistress, I will." He could barely speak. The anticipation had done  its
job. His nervous tension seemed to give a haze to his vision and he was  sure
anyone in the room could hear his heart beating.

"Good, pet. You've got two people to make happy tonight."

He didn't get any answer out before she filled his painted lips with a white 
rubber ball gag.  It pushed past his teeth and held his jaw wide. She helped 
him down to his knees but even with her support the chain from his wrists 
tugged at his balls. She smiled at his position and slapped his ass as she 
moved to the bedroom door. She took one look back over her shoulder to  drink in
the moment before she swung it open.

At first there was nothing, only the candlelight from his bedroom spilling  out
into the dark hallway. After a couple pounding heartbeats nervous  steps carried
her into view. Wearing what had to be his favorite outfit from  the party—a pure
white satin and lace busier with red laces along with  matching white stockings,
garters and even white stilettos—stood the  previously meek Michelle.

Her auburn hair, nearly always in a bun at work, flowed down in soft  waves over
her shoulders. The deep tan of her smooth skin set off the  lingerie perfectly.
She was taking deep breaths, as her full D-cup breasts  heaved in the tight
embrace of the bustier. The bustier ended just high  enough to display a diamond
in her pierced navel.

There was shock and surprise in her eyes, but it didn't last long. It seemed  to
be vaporized by lust and desire. He noticed now that in one hand she  held a
black leather crop and in the other an uncomfortably large looking  pink rubber
phallus.

"Beware the meek ones, slut. Still waters run deep," Miss Vicki whispered  and
giggled in his ear.

The noise of the heavy door as Michelle slammed it shut behind her might  have
woken Sara and Jessica but Michael had much bigger worries at the  moment.


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