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Angel's Journey Chapter 16 free porn video
Ironically it's Candi's teasing which makes the next couple of hours
bearable, her constant stream of snide comments helps distract me from my
list of discomforts. The strain on my hair and heels has also forced me to
keep the sorest part of my ass off the chair. Now if only I didn't have my
panties in my mouth and my cock on display... and every so often a
supervisor will come up and tease my cock a little more, it's torture!
"Oh... like if I'm a really good slut can I have my cock on display to like,
the entire room?" Candi is snickering again. "I mean like wow! That is just
so demure, and like soo refined... please can I prissy sissy bitch?"
I so want to tell her to fuck off... but... I can't. I mean I could force my
panties out of my mouth, but.. I.. I really don't want to think about the
consequences. I also think the damn vibe has been set to max, because it's
squirming inside my ass... keeping me horny despite the pain... why am I
here?
"Okay my sweet sissy, time to face the music." Miss Myumi is back again.
"Just time for your punishment before the end of work. Three whole hours
like that, well done, you must almost be looking forward to your punishment
now?"
There's a snap and the connection between my hair and heels is released. I
groan in pain as I straighten my neck and back... Oh gods that is painful
moving back into position! Miss Myumi frees my legs, and asks me to stand,
which I do with difficulty, arms still bound...
"Now sissy, I will do you a favour, pull your skirt down over your cock, or
free your arms, which will it be?"
I mumble the word skirt into the gag and she smiles. "Well if you insist,
but everyone has seen it now!"
But she does at least lower my skirt over my rigid cock, and lead me, slowly
because of my stiff legs, across the floor to Mistress Thorne's office.
Miss Myumi stands beside me, idly fondling my sore ass, until Mistress
Thorne calls out. "Come In!"
Myumi giggles, pauses a second then opens the door and waves me in. I walk
carefully inside, and feel her shut it behind me.
"In front of my desk bitch." Mistress Thorne orders, indicating the spot
with an imperious finger.
I drop an awkward curtsy with my hands bound and step into position.
"Well done bitch, now.. spit those panties out, I want to ask you a few
questions."
She watches amused as I gape my mouth and slowly force the panties out till
they land in a little damp pile on her desk.
"Excellent." She looks thoughtful. "Why are you here?"
"Mistress Thorne?" I ask confused. "I.. I was brought here at your
instruction..."
"Don't play dumb bitch, I mean what are you with the company? In this
office?"
"I.. I don't understand..." I stammer awkwardly. "I.. I took the offered
position."
Mistress Thorne sighs and stands up and slowly walks round the desk to me.
"Listen then, you are supposed to be here for punishment for not making your
target, right bitch?"
"Yes Mistress Thorne."
"But.. I find you've already passed your target in the morning. In fact,
despite all your little escapades this week you are ahead of target for the
entire week! Now the work we give our little girls isn't the most taxing,
but it is hard enough that most of them regularly fail to hit target even if
working all week... that's the whole point." She's right in front of me now,
and turns me to face her, before prodding me between my breasts. "But you do
it easily... so maybe you're smart, hmm? But you act like the dumbest slut
in the world at times... this lunch being no exception, so maybe you're
dumb? Or playing dumb? With your work skills you could pay off your bills in
a regular office so why here?"
"I.. I signed the contract... " I stammer. "A.. after my surgery, it said..
if I hadn't started to pay off my bills in three years I had to work
here..."
"And you are honestly telling me you couldn't get a good enough job to start
paying us off?" She shakes her head, and slowly brings her prodding hand
down so she can stroke my cock through the skirt.
"I.. I forgot... " I whimper blushing...
"You forgot?" she says with a predatory grin, pulling up my skirt and
gripping my cock "really?"
I nod. "Yes Mistress..."
She starts to pump my abused cock.. which hurts! And feels good... ohh... oh
shitt...
"So you're both smart and dumb right bitch?" She says still grinning. "Yes?"
"Y.. yes Mistress..." I whimper.
"Really?" She purrs, teasing my cock, then there's a little snick and the
cock ring is released...
"OOh... ugh!" I squeal, with a rush of sensation so strong I almost faint...
When I pull myself together Mistress Thorne is standing before me arms
crossed. "Time for you to go my sissy bitch. I'm sure I'll be seeing you
again soon..."
"Y.. yes Mistress Thorne." I manage a sore curtsy, and start to walk out.
"Wait!" She calls and I freeze and half turn to her.
"You forgot these!" She says holding out my panties, I raise my hand for
them, but she brings them to her lips, kisses them and throws them to me.
I almost flinch but catch them, realising as I do these are a clean pair...
she's got them from my room! "T.. thank you Mistress Thorne."
"You are dismissed my bitch!" she orders still grinning.
I scuttle out, and watch the other girls leaving their desks, some are
heading over to the canteen or the rooms, residents I guess, some are
straightening their clothes ready to leave, and a few, perhaps a half dozen
are queuing at a special door. En-route to the little sissies room to put on
my panties I see two supervisors in riding gear rounding them up.. ooh..
pony girls....
The thought is both exciting and terrifying, and I hurry into get
straightened out. Looking in the mirror I can see my face is a mess, I wash
that and clean off the smeared make up, even before slipping my panties on.
With my skirt pulled down, and my blouse fastened up, I look.. almost
respectable. Afraid of being delayed, I hurry out and to the foyer, when the
coats are being handed out.
"Girls! Listen!" comes a voice over the PA. "Your shoes will unlock now. Be
careful, if you lock them once out of the building you are stuck with them
on for the whole weekend."
Gosh, that thought makes me nervous, and I automatically worry about
accidents, I have a vanilla life to get back to, and, well... wearing the
same heels and stockings all weekend would draw attention. I straighten my
coat, and use my make up bag to apply a little lipstick before I go.. I
can't go out without any make up.
As I step out into the cold air it feels strange to be out of the companies
strange little world. I see most of the other 'girls' are being picked up by
Mistresses and Masters in big shiny cars. I walk along and across the
street, over to the secure company car park. I step inside and feel the
doors of the lift slide shut behind me. I take out the headband and shake
out my ponytail, brushing my hair so it settles in a long bob, and place a
pair of plain lens glasses on. I walk over to my car and sitting with the
door open unfasten my 5" heels and replace then with a pair of more normal
3" ankle boots. Right.. now as long as no one sees how short my skirt is, I
look like a normal professional woman. Next time I'll have to bring a pair
of trousers, or a long skirt to change into...
With a sigh, I close the door, pull on my seatbelt and straighten myself. I
put the car in gear, and slowly drive out of the car park, and back to the
real world.. for little while...
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It feels good to drive out of the city, down the motorway to the coast, it's
a fair drive, but I wouldn't want to live too close to that work place. My
ass is still sore though, and my muscles stiff... gods that bondage was
tight. I shudder slightly, even the memory of that horrid afternoon makes me
a bit horny. But then I wonder.. did Lucille set me up? That last glance..
was it satisfaction? Hmm... I shift gear to overtake... that whole place is
a minefield...
But I have to get home, and other than a quick trip to the chemist for
something for my ass, and getting some appreciative looks at my legs, I go
straight home. It's weird to pull up outside my own little house and trot
inside, make my own tea, and run a deep foaming bath. The meal is good, much
better than the company provides.. but the bath.. oh the bath is fantastic.
..
I've been sat in it for over an hour, one hand gently teasing my recovering
cock when the phone rings. I answer...
"Hello, Angela here."
"Hi Angela, so.. go on tell me how it went?"
"Hey Amy! How are you?"
"I'm fine, now tell me about your hush hush new job! Fancy my best friend
taking off to a new job, not being able to call all week and then not
sending me a text the first time she can. Should I be insulted?"
I giggle "Don't be silly, it's just been a little.. intense.. very.. hard to
get used to..."
"I told you to take the promotion at work didn't I? Just a step to manager,
even more pay... but nooo.. .you had to go and get this mystery job!"
"Oh come on Amy, can you see me bossing people about? It's just so not me!"
I giggle squirming.
"Hmm.. I'm not so sure Angela, hey are you in the bath?"
"Err.. yeah... care to join me?"
"Will you stop that! You know I'm straight..."
I giggle. "Can't blame a girl for trying."
"I can and will you little tart!" She giggles back at me. "You've been
flirting with me ever since we met! And have I ever shown any indication to
swap sides?"
"Well there was one time... "
"Stop it! You know I'm straight, you know I'm engaged to Paul, and I do not
want to get into your panties! They're far too big anyway!"
"You bitch!" I squeal, laughing. "And how is the one tit you do like?"
"Aww shut up! He sends his love too... and when will both of you realise I
will never have a threesome!"
"Aww.. but it's the only thing he and I ever agree on."
"Yeah right, you'd die of horror if he ever brought his cock near you. Say..
any cute guys where you work now?"
"C'mon Amy, you know I'm not into guys."
"No I don't, I know you lie! I've seen you checking out guys asses at
tennis, or at work, and that was that one guy in accounts..."
"That's not true!" I splutter.
"I can tell you're blushing over the phone dear." she laughs. "Now still up
for tennis tomorrow?"
"Sure, afternoon though," I reply...
"I'm sure there'll be some cute guys for you to pretend not to ogle..." she
chuckles. "I'll set you up with one of them..."
"You will not!" I gasp.
"I'm sure you're straight really, you just need the right man to come
along." She laughs. "Some man to give you a proper seeing too..."
"I really hope not!" I reply. "I'd better go, and get out of the bath before
I turn into a giant prune..."
"Okay sweetie, see you tomorrow." She signs of with a big kiss to the phone.
I squirm into the bath, thinking what an irony it is that in RL I will have
to go into chastity and hide my cock... and my best friend thinks I'm a real
girl.. heck everyone thinks I'm a real girl. And I like that.. but... I
sigh, it's a shame as well. I finally get out of my bath, slip into a
nightie and get into my own bed.. unbound! Nothing in my ass... oh.. it
feels great!
And like some thing's missing...
I wake in the morning, have yet another bath, and then carefully tuck my
cock away. The gaff/fake vagina is uncomfortable, but you get used to it. I
wore it pretty much every day for two and a half years.. but still. I pull
on a pair of opaque black tights, and some denim shorts over them, and a
pair of boots. They go nicely with my tight white t-shirt, as I make my own
breakfast and coffee.. hmm... breakfast, for the first time in a week...
I spend a relaxing morning reading, curled up on my settee.. before grabbing
a light lunch and then heading with my tennis gear to meet Amy. I want to
make sure I'm not late..
In fact I'm early, and have plenty of time to change into my little pleated
skirt, white top, and sports bra. As well as a pair of white cycling shorts.
That's one thing I'm not taking any chances with! I natter to Amy as she
comes in, and we play a couple of sets, 'til Paul arrives... with a friend.
I look up, aware I'm sweating a lot, and notice a glance between Amy and
Paul... ooh... she has set me up!
"Well hello Angela," Paul says with a grin. "Still pretending to be gay?"
"Hi Paul, still pretending to be straight?" I retort.
"Oh no.. I've given that up, that's why I've brought Dale here... to confess
all to Amy."
"Stop teasing each others" Amy interrupts grinning. "Paul and Dale are here
so we can play doubles... it's a lot less tiring. Welcome to the madhouse
Dale."
"Thanks" He replies dryly, setting down his kit bag and walking over to
offer me his hand. "Hello Angela, I'm a work colleague of Paul. I hope I'm
not intruding."
"Oh no.. Amy, Paul and me, we're almost like family," I say accepting his
hand. "Please to meet you Dale. Now.. let's play..."
Dale's taller than me.. by quite a lot in my tennis shoes, and very
athletic. His muscles stand out beneath his tight shirt, and I watch as he
takes up his place behind me.
"Lets show them how it's done Angela," he says with a grin.
It's a good game, Paul and Amy have played together for years, but I'm
faster than Amy and Dale is fitter than Paul.. and more powerful. In the end
we squeak a victory, though I'm dripping sweat.
"Well I guess losers have to by the winners a round of drinks?" Dale says
grinning. "What do you think Angela?"
"Sounds about right.." I reply gasping. "But.. I need a shower first..."
"And we don't?" Amy laughs back. "We'll see you outside in about.. what,
half an hour? Maybe more, Angela takes for ever to get ready..."
"Says you!" I reply giggling. "C'mon, I really need that shower, I hate
being sweaty..."
We go, and shower, carefully in my case and in a separate cubicle, before
putting my panties, tights and shorts back on. As I finish dressing, Amy
asks me what I think of Dale.
"Pretty cute huh?" she asks.
"If you like that sort of thing." I reply, with a shrug as I put my boots,
on. "But I'm not interested, you know that."
She gives me a sly look. "I know you say that you're not interested. And
I've seen you staring at guys at our old work, even at Paul's ass..."
I blush. "Have not!" I protest.
She gives me a knowing look. "Yes you have, and you've looked at mine, so
stop lying."
"Yeah but you are hot." I look at her, dressing in tight jeans and a blouse.
"Wasted on guys.. totally. Now come on, what's this all about?"
"Paul and Dale have big works meal, and Dale doesn't have a date." Amy says.
"I thought we could double date?"
I roll my eyes. "Really? And does Dale know this won't be a real date?"
She nods "I did tell him, he seemed very understanding..."
"Oh.. good..." I reply giving her a look...
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