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A Working Day
By Abe Froman
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 bends 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 no one 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
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