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Lucy's Revenge Part 4 I should have called in sick the next day but thought by concentrating on work I could take my mind off the previous two days' events. My jaw was sore from keeping my mouth open most of yesterday afternoon giving blowjobs and my ass hurt so much from being fucked at the truck stop I could hardly sit. But that's what I had to do to pee since Lucy left my cock securely locked up in the chastity device. Despite all this I was horny as hell as was willing to do just about anything to cum. I needed relief desperately. But thanks to Lucy, I knew I wasn't cumming anytime soon and definitely not until Lucy had a couple of more "play days" with me. One play day would be me dressing en femme and providing the entertainment at a bachelor party. Lucy told me my entertainment would be X rated. But since I know some of the men that will be at the party I don't know how I'll ever be able to do it. Well in reality I do know how, Lucy was blackmailing me and I'll do anything to get her to give me the videos without distributing them. The second play day will be worse - dreaming up ways to sexually humiliate myself in front of a large group or groups of people. Then perform those activities of my own free will to have the chastity device removed. Free will my ass! What free will is there when you're being blackmailed? I was just beginning to get my mind off my dreaded future when the first anonymous e-mail popped up on my work computer. I say anonymous because the "From" wasn't any person's name I knew and it came from a Yahoo account. We all know how easy it is to set up one of those accounts and I'd never know who really sent me the e-mail. I opened the e-mail and read "Cynthia, thanks for the blow job yesterday! Let's meet at the beach this Saturday. Same time, same place." Oh shit!!! I panicked and immediately deleted the e-mail. This meant someone from yesterday knew who I was. And how did they get my work e- mail? This also meant they knew where I worked. I prayed it was just Lucy having more fun at my expense but I knew for sure there was no way I was ever going back to that beach - ever. About a half hour later - just when my heart rate started to subside along came another e-mail from someone different. I was hesitant but curiosity got the best of me and I opened it. "Can't wait to fuck your tight ass again - Master" It would be a cold day in hell before I ever let Master fuck my ass again with his massive cock. What was I thinking "cold day in hell"? I'd never let any man near my ass again. I'm straight, not gay! I deleted this e-mail also. The next e-mail came from one of the drivers from the truck stop yesterday. I knew which trucker it was because he quoted in his e-mail what he had whispered in my ear as he gave my ass a royal fucking. I knew Lucy wasn't in the men's bathroom when this guy fucked me and couldn't know that he told me I was faggot with a tight pussy and he was the stud that was going to stretch my ass wide open wide open and then fuck me so deep I'd swear I had another cock in my throat. I now knew the e-mails weren't all coming from Lucy. But how in hell did they get my work e-mail? Throughout the day I kept receiving e-mails. With each new e-mail the knot in my stomach got bigger. I was getting more embarrassed by the minute and could no longer concentrate on work. Mercifully the workday ended and I didn't have to open any more e-mails that made me relive the past two days. As soon as I got home I poured myself a shot of tequila and drank it then did another shot and another. It was the fastest way I knew get a buzz going and hopefully calm me down. The tequila hit me hard and I started to relax and that's when my brain started functioning again. Oh Shit! I was fucked beyond belief. The e-mails I received all day were sent to my work e-mail not my personal one. It didn't make any difference if I deleted the e-mails or not. The e-mails would still be stored on my company's e-mail servers till the techies deleted them. Who knew how long that would take or who would look at the e-mails in the interim. All employees had been put on notice that some employees had been using company computers for accessing inappropriate websites (i.e. porn) and others were sending jokes or other non-business items via the company's e-mail. We were told if we were caught visiting inappropriate websites or using e-mail for non- business there would be disciplinary action up to and including termination. That meant "big brother" could be monitoring my e-mails. Thank God no e- mail mentioned my real name. They all referred to me as Slut or Cynthia. Perhaps I could explain today's e-mails as spam if I was caught. The next day at work I tentatively opened my work e-mail fearing how many new anonymous e-mails I received overnight. Thankfully there were none and I breathed a sigh of relief. It was short-lived. At 8:30 that morning an anonymous e-mail showed up with an attachment. What do I do? I did what everyone else would do and opened the attachment. Big mistake! It was a picture of me kneeling on the beach in a skimpy thong bikini giving a blowjob to a rather large black man. By large I mean he was built - tall, muscular and extremely well hung. His head was cut off in the picture so I couldn't identify him - as if I would ever want to! You couldn't see my hands were cuffed behind my back in the picture and with his cock halfway down my throat it looked like I was doing this of my own free will. But I wasn't!!! I was only sucking his cock because I was being blackmailed! What was I to do? How do you argue with a picture? You can't. Anyone who saw this picture would draw their own conclusion and there wasn't a damn thing I could do about it. Except, delete the e-mail which I did. But what about the copy on the company's server? More pictures showed up throughout the day. There were ones from the State Park when dressed as a slut and gave blowjobs for a dollar to be able to buy my car keys back so I could go home. There were pictures from the beach when I was being led by a leash in a thong bikini - Lucy was never in the pictures. There were multiple pictures of me giving blowjobs on the beach as well as my humiliating walk back to Lucy's car with my wig and bikini top removed. My fake 40DD glued on breast forms sticking out for everyone to see. There were even pictures of me getting my ass fucked in the men's bathroom at the truck stop. The only consistent thing was every guilty party's face wasn't showing and mine was. And by guilty I mean every man that took advantage of me. Here I was, a man blackmailed into dressing like a slut then either giving blowjobs or taking hard cocks up my ass. Of course it wasn't my choice into which the hole the men came - but they all did cum. So far it had been Lucy and Rick's choice. They made sure a lot of men came into my ass and down my throat pretty much 50/50. Weren't they thoughtful? I deleted every e-mail with every picture as soon as I opened them up. By the end of the day I was basket case. Can you even imagine how humiliating it is when you're straight to give a blowjob? How about taking a cock up the ass while other men are watching and cheering the man on who's fucking you while waiting their turn to bury their cock up your ass? These pictures made me relive the nightmare from the past two days. I was beet red with embarrassment and humiliated beyond belief. At 5:00 that night I shut down my work computer knowing I deleted every inappropriate e-mail and wouldn't be faced with my forced slutty behavior for the entire weekend. Thank God I had two days to rest my weary asshole and mouth. And nothing was going to make me get out of my house to perform more sex acts on men - period. I went to sleep that night after drinking two bottles of wine by myself - no dinner. I'd lost my appetite that morning with the first e-mail and didn't know if or when I'd get it back. The next morning I awoke to the ringing phone and it was Lucy. "Good morning slut." She said in a cheerful voice "Did you have fun at work these last two days?" She couldn't contain it anymore and burst out laughing. I didn't respond with a big "Fuck You" like I wanted for fear of another punishment. I just said "No Mistress". "I'm surprised with that answer. Didn't you receive a lot of fan mail?" "I received a lot of inappropriate e-mails that might get me fired! How the fuck did those men get my work e-mail address?" I demanded. "I know it's early and you're probably a little stressed so I'll forgive your attitude this one time. But don't ever let it happen again or we're going back to the truck stop. Can you even guess how many times your ass will be fucked in 24 hours when I abandon you bent over and handcuffed." "This time I'm going to make you wear a garterbelt, stockings, 4 inch "fuck me" heels and an open tip bra so I can put weighted nipple clamps on you before I leave. Perhaps I'll leave a riding crop so the truckers can get your ass nice and red before they fuck it. "You'd like that slut wouldn't you?" How was I to answer that? Of course I didn't want any part of it, but Lucy told me yesterday that if she ever asked if I wanted to do something I had better answer "Yes Mistress". But I couldn't just say "Yes Mistress" or Lucy might haul my sorry ass down to the truck stop today. I compromised and said, "Yes Mistress, but only if I show attitude again and need to be punished." "Well then we're in complete agreement. If you ever give me attitude again we're going to the truck stop. And I will leave a riding crop for the truckers to whip your ass. I bet they can swing it real hard. What do you think?" I thought so too and promised myself I'd never talk back or show attitude again. From now on it was going to be "Yes Mistress" with a smile. "To answer your question, everyone you have given a blowjob to or has fucked your ass has been given a piece of paper with personal information about you. They were all so appreciative of your services I just knew they'd want you to service them again." I could barely get the question out of my mouth "May I ask what kind of information Mistress?" I even managed a small smile even though Lucy couldn't see it. I hoped it came through in my voice so I wouldn't end up at the truck stop. "Oh, just the important information, like your name and how to get in touch with you." What??? How could Lucy do that? Lucy must have read my mind because she followed up with "Oh don't panic yet slut! I only gave them your fem name and your work e-mail. However, they were all instructed to blind copy me on all e-mails to you. And based on the volume of e-mails I was copied on, I believe they did." "Some of those e-mails were pretty kinky! If I had to pass judgment based on those e-mails alone, I'd swear you have the tightest ass and give the best head of any man alive. You must be a very special slut. Too bad I'm a woman since you only seem to like servicing men." No, I didn't like servicing men! I'm straight and if allowed I'd fuck Lucy's brains out and show her how well I could service a woman. And with that thought my cock stirred but couldn't get hard with the chastity device locked on. What was Lucy doing to me? I was a straight married man. But this week all I had done was give blowjobs, get ass fucked and could only think of having sex with Lucy. I no longer was thinking about my wife. My balls hurt. I needed to cum so freakin' bad and there wasn't a damn thing I could do about it. Lucy broke my chain of thought by saying, "I also included a note telling the guys you were a cum slut and if they ever had an opportunity to have a party of five or more men you'd dress like a woman and satisfy them all. I hope it was OK to say that. You just seemed to be having so much fun this week I knew you wanted, no, needed more cock!" What the fuck was Lucy trying to do to me? There was no way I'd ever show up at a party dressed as a woman and service all the hard cocks. No, never! Lucy continued by saying, "Just so you know, my explicit instructions on the note were if someone invited you to a party to service five or more men and you refused, they were to let me know. If I have a copy of their original e-mail with the invite I'll know it's legit. Only then I will give them additional information about you. Like your real name, where you live and your wife's e-mail address." Oh my God!!!!! "After all I'm just looking out for you by not letting some man take you of by himself and ravage you. I figure there's safety in numbers. And besides I like it when you get fucked multiple times!" What was Lucy thinking? How stupid was she? By giving away my work e-mail address I could get fired. I couldn't keep getting e-mails of a sexual nature without getting fired! The fucking bimbo! Then it hit me. I'm the one being blackmailed into sucking cock and taking it up the ass, not Lucy. I'm the man that was dressing like a slutty woman and servicing every cock offered me. I guess Lucy wasn't so stupid after all - perhaps it's me. "Oh slut, don't forget. If I get even one legitimate complaint about you not servicing a party of five or more, I'm taking you to the truck stop with the riding crop. Do you think I'll get many complaints slut?" "No Mistress," was all I could say. It was a long weekend. I didn't check work e-mail via web mail for fear of what I would find. I'm a highly compensated manager in my company and am expected to be available 24/7 in case anything came up. But this weekend I just couldn't do it. I was so shaken Friday night when I left work I even forgot to take my Blackberry home for the weekend. I knew there would be hell to pay on Monday morning if I didn't respond to one of the big bosses e-mails over the weekend. But right now I didn't give a shit! I had enough problems of my own without thinking about the company's. The company would survive with or without me - I just hope it wasn't the latter. Monday morning - I could barely drag my sorry ass in to work but did. I wasn't in early like normal - I usually prided myself on being the first person in and the last to leave at night. It was the old FILO concept I learned in economics so many years ago in college. But I was afraid of what the day might bring so I didn't show up till right at 8:00. There were a few good natured snickers and comments like "Have a hard weekend boss?" Of course I didn't have a hard weekend. My cock was locked in a chastity device! If it was removed, I might have been hard for only a minute because I would have jerked-off immediately I was so fucking horny. I really hated Lucy and what she was doing to me but also would have fucked her brains out if she gave me the chance. Too bad that would never happen. She deserved it and I had definitely earned it! I went into my office and immediately noticed a Webcam had been added to my computer sometime over the weekend. How cool! Our company is worldwide and had been talking about adding them to enhance conversations with people in different locations. But I'm sure the real reason was budget constraints. A Webcam is a heck of a lot cheaper than an airline ticket to meet face-to face with someone. I sat at my desk and turned on my computer. The red light on the Webcam was already lit indicating it was also working. It took a few minutes to boot up the computer and log into e-mail which I was dreading. Thank God there were no new non-business e-mails and only a few business ones that weren't critical. I breathed a sigh of relief and that's when an Instant Message (IM) popped up on my computer. It read - "Good morning Cynthia. We enjoyed reading all your e-mails and viewing all your pictures over the weekend. The IT Team." My world as I knew it just ended. I might as well pack up my desk and resign now. The first IM was followed by a second one saying, "Are you game?" My hands were shaking so bad I could hardly type but managed "What do you mean, am I game?" "Stand up, pull down your pants, then pull down your underwear. We want to see your dick." I panicked. I couldn't do this even having a private office. I didn't know who was watching the Webcam broadcast. All these thoughts and more were going through my head when another IM came through. "It's not like we haven't already seen your dick. We just want proof you're game or the e-mails and pictures will be turned over to HR and you'll be fired." OK, I know this is sick thinking on my part, but maybe if I went along with the "IT Team" I wouldn't have to resign or be fired. I slowly stood up and faced the Webcam and pulled my pants down. I turned beet red because I was wearing women's black lacy underwear. A long time ago I had decided women's underwear were sexy to wear and hadn't worn men's boxers since then. Of course I hadn't imagined standing in my office with my pants around my ankles showing whoever was watching the Webcam my sexy undies. "We like. Turn 360 so we can see that sexy ass then pull down your panties." I turned slowly giving them a nice view of my panty covered ass then turned back around and pulled my panties down to my ankles. When I stood back up they could see the chastity device on my cock and the little landing strip of pubes I had left unshaved. Talk about being humiliated. I didn't have a clue who was watching me via the Webcam but I knew I was going to be their slave too. "Sit down, but do not pull up your panties or pants. We need to have a conversation" I did as instructed praying no one would come into my office while my pants and panties were down around my ankles. The IMs came fast with each only containing a sentence or two - "Everyone says techies don't have a sense of humor or a life. Well we're here to prove that theory wrong." "Every person we've caught visiting porn sites or abusing the company's e-mail we've asked if they are game." "If they are, we play. If not, they get fired." "If you're still game, there're several women and men you'll be playing with for our enjoyment. If not, you'll be fired. What's it going to be?" I didn't have a choice. Jobs like mine and the salary I make are few and far between. I typed "I'll play" and hit send. "Excellent. But after looking at all your pictures of sucking dicks and being ass fucked, we already knew you would." "As much as we like your sexy black lacy panties they don't cut it. Starting tomorrow and everyday forward you're to wear a matching garterbelt, thong and bra with stockings under your work clothes. No socks. "We'll check everyday by having you take off your pants and shirt and prove it. Some days we'll check multiple times so you don't think once you've showed us what you're wearing you can remove your sexy lingerie." "This has been fun but we need to get to work. But before we do you need to take the dildo out of your bottom left drawer and stick it up your ass for us." What dildo? I didn't have a dildo in my desk and I sure as hell wasn't going to stick it up my ass for these techies. If they wanted to humiliate me by making me wear lingerie to work that was fine. In fact I was secretly looking forward to it. But putting a dildo up my ass at work while they watched on the Webcam - not a chance. "If you don't want to be fired, open your drawer and take out the dildo NOW!" I couldn't not do as ordered so I opened my drawer and pulled out the dildo. I'm not an expert, but as far as dildos go this one was the best and most realistic I'd ever seen. It was black and had to be at least 10 inches long and very thick. It had a perfect head and was covered with veins that looked real. I wish my cock looked this good when it was hard. My thoughts were interrupted by a new IM. "Oops! Looks like we forgot lubrication. Guess you'll just have to give it head while we watch you to get it lubricated." They couldn't expect me to do this! Whoever "they" are. It could be one or more persons, men and/or women. I had no way of knowing but was too embarrassed to suck on the dildo. "Start giving head or you're fired!" I couldn't and I wouldn't suck on the dildo while unknown people were watching. It was too humiliating. "You have 10 seconds Cynthia or you're fired." I opened my mouth wide to accommodate the head of the dildo and started giving head. "Very good slut! You keep giving head till we tell you to stop." "Make sure you're always looking at the Webcam with your eyes open so we can enjoy your humiliation that much more. But occasionally look at your monitor for new instructions." The humiliation of it! Here I was a senior manager in my company sitting at my desk giving head to a black dildo that I was going to be putting up my ass soon. My pants and panties were down around my ankles. And some unknown techies were watching me on the Webcam. I kept looking at the Webcam as I sucked and licked the dildo. I was hoping they'd have mercy on me and tell me to stop giving head soon but at the same time worried they'd still make me put it up my ass. After what seemed like five minutes a new IM popped up. "I think that big black cock is wet enough. Stand up, turn around and kneel on your chair so your ass is up in the air facing us and work the dildo up your ass" They were actually going to make me do it! I knelt down, reached behind me with one hand and pulled my cheeks apart giving them a good view. Then I reached behind with my other hand and pressed the head of the dildo against my asshole. It was decision time. I could either stop now and be fired or work the dildo up my ass and they'd own me. I guess I truly am a slut because I worked the dildo all the way up my ass. When I had it all the way in (and by the way it hurt like hell because it was so long and thick with only my saliva for a lubricant) I stood up and turned around. What bothered me most was my cock was trying to get hard. Why was that happening? Thank God for the chastity device or the techies would have seen me get hard and who knows where that would have led! "Very good Cynthia. Now pull up your panties but remove your pants and put them in the drawer that the dildo was in. We'll tell you when you can put them back on." I quickly typed, "But what if someone comes in my office?" "We'd recommend you not standing up to shake hands." "But my admin comes in my office throughout the day for various reasons. What am I supposed to do when she does?" "We'd recommend you not stand up to shake hands." This was getting frustrating. As soon as I turned off the Webcam my pants were going back on. The techies must have been reading my mind because the next IM popped up. "A couple of things you should know Cynthia. First the Webcam is hard wired without an off button. We can watch you all day every day if we choose. You'll never know when we'll be watching so you better do as instructed or you're fired." "Secondly, the Webcam is a newer model with "automatic face tracking". Which means the camera will automatically follow you as you move about in you office always keeping you in the video." "Pretty slick huh? Check it out on the internet if you have any doubts. But don't let us catch you visiting any porn sites!" I had no idea if these techies were even in the same building as me but I could swear I heard them laughing at me. I sat at my desk and tried to work but couldn't. The thought of sitting there just wearing my panties and possibly being caught was turning me on. And I hate to admit it but the large dildo up my ass was making me squirm because it felt so good. In fact I caught myself rocking back and forth on the dildo several times trying for more stimulation. I just hope the techies weren't watching me because my face would have given away how much I was enjoying this. I was totally turned-on and my cock was as hard as the chastity device allowed me to get. I needed to masturbate so fucking bad. God I hated Lucy for getting me in this situation. I admit I'm a crossdresser and an exhibitionist when I'm dressed in women's clothes. But I'm not gay and don't like sucking cocks or taking them up my ass even though I had done plenty of both the previous week. My admin Gayle did come in my office several times that day and each time I scooted closer to my desk so she couldn't see I was only wearing panties. Let me tell you about Gayle. She's a few years younger than me and is married with one son. She's got a good body and perfect breasts. At least that what she tells me but has refused to show them to me to prove it even though I once offered her $200 just for a look. We have a great relationship with plenty of harmless flirting with sexual innuendos. I don't fit into her category of "Doable Dads" and I wouldn't consider screwing up my marriage to fuck her. We're both happily married and just have fun teasing each other at work. It's a special friendship developed over a number of years working together. I missed lunch because I couldn't leave my office in just panties and really needed to go to the bathroom. I wanted to ask permission but couldn't address an IM to "Techie who is blackmailing me" so I sat there on that large dildo and squirmed all day. Around 3:00 I finally received an IM telling me I could put my pants back on but the dildo was to remain up my ass. It also said there would be a dildo check sometime before I went home and it had better be where it was supposed to be. I quickly put on my pants and practically ran to the bathroom because I needed to pee so badly. Wouldn't you know it, both stalls were occupied and I couldn't pee standing up with the chastity device on my cock. Finally a stall was free and I went in and relieved myself. But the relief I really needed wasn't to be. My cock was locked up tight and I couldn't masturbate. Hell, at this point I didn't care who knew or saw. I was so fucking horny I would have jerked-off in the lobby of our office regardless of who was watching. True to their word, at 4:45 I received an IM that just said "Dildo check" I knew what was expected so I stood up, turned around so my ass was facing the Webcam and lowered my pants and panties to my ankles. I bent over and spread my cheeks so they could see the base of the dildo that was still up my ass. Can you even imagine doing anything so humiliating? "You can remove the dildo and put it back in your desk." After I pulled up my pants and sat back down another IM popped up. "You're a player Cynthia. This will work well as long as you do what we say. And we say tomorrow you either wear high heels to work or you bring them in your briefcase to wear after you get to work." That didn't take long to decide. I wasn't wearing heels to work so they'd be in my briefcase. Again they were reading my mind "But if you don't wear heels to work you will wear long fake fingernails. Have fun deciding the lesser of two evils." "Either way, your choice will be on display in your office tomorrow or you're fired!" What a choice! I decided heels couldn't be hidden but fingernails could if I kept my hands in my pockets all day. The next day I got up extra early and did a complete body shave then dressed in matching red bra, thong and garterbelt. I put on suntan stockings and hooked them to my garterbelt. I hoped if anyone looked and saw I wasn't wearing socks they'd just think the stockings were my natural color and wouldn't recognize them for what they were. I glued on bright red fingernails (I didn't have a more subtle color) then put on a red polo shirt and tan slacks. Damn I hoped the red polo shirt hid the slight padding in my bra and the straps didn't show through. I got to work early like always and at that hour was able to avoid anyone I knew. I got to my desk shaking from what I was wearing. The garterbelt and thong didn't bother me. But stockings without socks did. I looked in my mirror before I left home that morning and didn't think my bra showed through my shirt but didn't know for sure. I knew my long red fingernails nails were safe as long as my hands stayed in my pockets. I turned on my computer and almost immediately an IM popped up. "Let's see if you followed orders. Take off your shirt, pants and shoes and put them in your desk drawer." I quickly typed "But my office door is open and anyone can see me." "Then close it Cynthia." Before I could even stand up - "Because you aren't grasping what we want as quickly as we want it. Perhaps this will kick start your brain." "Before you close your office door, take off your pants, shirt and shoes and put them in the bottom left hand drawer of your desk and close it tight. You'll put on your heels then walk slowly to your office door giving anyone who happens to walk by a chance to see you before you close it." I had no choice so I did as ordered. I stripped down to my lingerie and put my male clothes in my desk drawer. As soon as I closed it tight I heard the unfamiliar click of a lock. I'd never locked my desk before and immediately tried to pull open the drawer with my clothes in it. It was locked tight and here I was stuck in my office wearing a garterbelt, stockings, thong, bra and heels. I practically ran to my office door and shut it and I didn't give a damn if they said "slowly". I would have paid big bucks right about now if the company allowed us put locks on our doors. When I got back to my desk I was in a total panic. I quickly responded to the IM - "What now? I can't sit here in lingerie all day or I might be caught and fired!" "Well we don't want you fired or our fun will end. Tell you what, you sit there looking nice and sexy and we'll figure something out." Right then Gayle, my admin, opened my office door and walked in. She took one look at me in my lingerie and said "Oh my God!" I knew I was going to be fired as soon as she reported me. But to my utmost surprise she closed my office door behind her and approached me. She said "I was told I would encounter a slut in red lingerie today and I was to let that slut eat me till I came. I had no idea it would be you. I thought I was going to be forced into a lesbian encounter." It hit me. Gayle was caught like me and was now a player. I had no idea what Gayle's indiscretion was, but I wish I did for taking advantage of her in the future. She continued with a very red face "I can't believe I'm going to have to show you my pussy and let you eat me. How embarrassing!" I didn't care. I'd lusted after Gayle's tits for years and now I was going to have to suffer by only eating her pussy. Poor, poor me. My tongue was hard just thinking about it and couldn't wait. Gayle said "After you give me an orgasm, I'm supposed to reciprocate. I know I've joked about it over the past few years but I guess you are going to find out today just how great a cocksucker I am." Obviously Gayle didn't know my cock was locked in a chastity device. This wasn't fair! Gayle took off her pants and her sexy little g-string and sat down on the edge of my chair facing the Webcam. She slowly parted her thighs and kept spreading them till her knees were far apart and I had a perfect view of her shaved pussy. I thought Gayle must be really getting into this as her pussy lips were parted and I could see she was already wet. "Well, what are you waiting for? Get on your knees and eat me." I didn't need to be told twice. I ate Gayle till she begged me to stop. Which by the way wasn't till after she had three orgasms. She gave me a shy smile and told me it was my turn. I figured a picture was worth a thousand words so I stood up and pulled down my thong panties and showed her the chastity device on my cock. She didn't say a word. She just reached down between my legs and started to gently play with my balls. I was going nuts with desire but any orgasm was denied. She finally whispered "Too bad. I'd really like to have blown you as thanks for what you did for me." She let go of my balls, got dressed and left my office. I really hated Lucy! I know none of this was her doing - it was the techies. But it fit in perfectly with Lucy's plan of keeping me horny as hell with a case of blue balls till she decided to remove the chastity device. But what now? I'm in my office only wearing lingerie and there's no lock on the door. Anyone could walk in at anytime and there was no place to hide! Gayle came back in my office a few times that day and each time I thought I was going to have a heart attack. The second time she was almost laughing at me when she asked "Are you going to get dressed or are you going to stay that way for your 2:00 meeting?" Oh shit! I forgot about the meeting in my office that afternoon. In thirty minutes four other managers would be walking into my office for a meeting! What was I going to do? I told Gayle my clothes were locked in my desk and I didn't have the key. I asked if she would please help me but she declined stating the techies might fire her if she helped me. An IM popped up "Ask Gayle to stay in you office till 2:00." I typed, "Why?" "Just do it! But do not let her know we're giving you orders or you're fired." I said, "Gayle please stay till the meeting starts." "But why?" Another IM "Tell her you have something to show her?" Stupid me should have known the Webcam had a microphone. How else would we be able use them for business calls? "Gayle there's something I've wanted to show you. Hold on for a minute while I reply to this e-mail then I'll show you." Techies' IM "Time for you to work your dildo up your ass while Gayle watches." "No fucking way," was my typed response. IM "You now have only twenty five minutes till your meeting starts. As soon as the dildo is all the way up your ass we'll tell you where the key to your locked drawer is. You do want to get dressed don't you?" I wrote, "Of course I do! But there's got to be some other way!" The techies' IM didn't even dignify my protest with a response. Instead the message back to me was "Since we forgot to leave you lubricant again, you'll just have to show Gayle what a great cocksucker you are. Unless of course you want to work it up your ass dry. OUCH!" Another IM. "Times a wasting. And remember if Gayle even suspects you're doing this because we told you to vs. on your own - you're fired. If Gayle leaves your office before the dildo is up your ass - you're fired. Let the show begin!" I didn't know what to say or do. I couldn't pull a dildo out of my desk drawer and suck then fuck it while my admin watched! On the other hand, I needed my clothes in twenty minutes or else. Like the blathering idiot I was at that moment I said "Gayle, I'm so fucking horny I'll do anything to get off. But with this chastity device on I can't stroke myself. My thought is if I can massage my prostate I can cum - at least that's what I've heard." And with that I pulled the big black dildo out of an unlocked drawer in my desk. "I don't have any lubricant so I'm going to lick this dildo then work it up my ass and try to cum. I want you to watch because it will turn me on that much more and I'll have a better chance of cumming. Please stay and watch me." I cannot believe I said that to Gayle. I was waiting for her to run from my office screaming. But instead she sat down in a chair across from my desk. She smiled and said "This should be fun to watch. I just wish I had my video camera. Get to it slut, you only have fifteen minutes." What was worse than telling Gayle what I was about to do was doing it! But I had no options if I wanted my clothes back. I took off my thong panties and quickly gave the dildo head to get it as wet as possible. I put its base on my chair so I could work it up my ass by sitting down on it. Gayle didn't allow me to. She said, "You asked me to watch and I can't see anything that way. Get on your hands and knees with you butt facing me and let me watch you work that dildo up your ass." I was running out of time so I didn't argue with Gayle. I did as she wanted and was thankful she couldn't see the humiliation in my eyes as I worked the dildo up my ass. By the time it was all the way up my ass the meeting was about to start. Gayle was still laughing at my slutty behavior when she stood up and told me she'd stall the meeting participants as long as possible but didn't think that would be more than a few minutes. Then she left my office. How would I ever be able to face Gayle again?? I quickly stood up and looked at my computer's monitor. There was an IM telling where the key to my desk drawer was and that I was to keep the dildo up my ass until told otherwise. I quickly got dressed with my lingerie under my work clothes and greeted the meeting participants as they entered my office. Thank God Gayle stalled them for a few minutes. The four of them pulled up chairs and sat in front of my desk while I sat behind it. My heart was still racing and the dildo felt huge up my ass. Techies' IM "Having fun Cynthia? We want you to rock back and forth on your dildo like you did yesterday. We want to see that same look of lust we saw yesterday." How could I rock back and forth on a dildo while four people were sitting across from me? It would feel so good and I'd get so horny. I knew I wouldn't be able to control my facial expressions. So I sat there not moving. "We looked at your calendar in Outlook and know your meeting is supposed to last another 45 minutes. Start moving your ass on that dildo and don't stop till your meeting is over or you're fired." I started rocking back and forth and hoped it wasn't too obvious. The dildo was pressing against the right parts up my ass and I was getting turned-on. Without the chastity device I would have had a raging hard-on. My face was getting flushed with excitement when another IM popped up. "We think we can see your bra under your top. Yep, those are padded cups and bra straps on your shoulders." I looked down to see but couldn't be sure if my bra was visible or not. "Don't be bashful. Lean back in your chair, put you hands behind your head and stick your chest out. We want everyone to know you're wearing a bra. Do it now!" I did as ordered and everyone looked at my chest. I didn't know if they could tell I was wearing a bra or just suspected it, but what difference did it really make? "Keep working that dildo in your ass," was the next IM. I did. Damn I was horny and I no longer cared who was watching. I rocked back and forth on the dildo hoping I could get myself to cum but no such luck. All I got was four people staring at me wondering what the hell was wrong with me. The meeting finally ended and as the four participants left Gayle entered my office. She walked right up to me and kissed me full on the lips. Wow! I never expected that. She said "You are so fucking hot. Take off your male clothes and I'll let you eat me again." How could I say no? I quickly striped to my lingerie and anticipated licking her pussy again. She told me to close my eyes and reach out my hands and she'd let me play with her perfect tits but only if I kept my eyes closed. I closed my eyes and reached out for her boobs and that's when she put the handcuffs on me. Granted they were in front of me vs. behind my back but I was still helpless. I looked at Gayle with pleading eyes and asked why? "I'm sorry boss. But the techies ordered me to do this or I'd loose my job." And then she gathered up my male clothes and walked out of my office. She left me there wearing just a bra, thong, garterbelt and stockings. I guess I could put on my heels but why? I went back to my computer to wait for the inevitable IM. I didn't have to wait long. "You are such a slut. We cannot believe you did everything we told you to today. But because you're such a slut, we're going to push your limits going forward - that's assuming you even have any limits." "Per our orders, Gayle has taken your clothes and locked them in the trunk of her car. She will not give them back to you till next week. You are going to have to leave your office only wearing what you have on and drive home." "Oh, don't forget to put your heels on before you leave. We monitor the security cameras so we'll know what time you leave and what you're wearing. Don't disappoint us slut or tomorrow you might be fired instead of playing games all day. See you in the morning slut!" I couldn't believe it. I was going to have to leave my office in bright red lingerie and take an elevator down eleven floors to the building's lobby. Then walk to my car which was in the middle of a brightly lit parking lot before I could drive home? What if someone got on the elevator with me? Eleven floors was a long way to go without someone from a different floor getting on the elevator. Oh my God! With the dildo still up my ass and as horny as I was at that moment, I just hoped to hell the Techies had a lot more humiliating activities planned for me tomorrow. To be continued.