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.
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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.
TO BE CONTINUED
