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Next morning, it was midweek already and she hadn't slept that well, her mind mixed between the horror in the canteen and the opportunity for her son with his prospective job. The undies match was already a little more difficult today, she could see that she would have to do a midweek wash at this rate, but today she had to go with what was there regardless of the fact that it was more difficult to get the colours to merge with her blouse and skirt. She tried on the second black blouse but realised that it was much lower cut than the first, it seemed to show much more cleavage and the middle of her bra, the alternative was red, but she had worn a red bra and panties the first day and black would show through far too much. She ended choosing the white blouse over white bra and panties, but as she dressed she realised that if anything this material was even more translucent that the others, her breasts seemed clearly visible, to her at least, but again time was going quickly, she would have to make this choice of uniform much quicker or she would be permanently late and god knows he would probably make her suffer the consequences as he had when she had been late before. She picked up the black skirt from the previous day, but as she went to put it on she noticed a white stain on the back of it that she hadn't noticed when she took it off. Cursing she grabbed the other black skirt but as she pulled it on she noticed that this one wasn't lined and that made it almost see through too. Oh god she couldn't go to work dressed like this, but a glance at the clock told her she was already late, at least she had to get Peter sorted before she could look for an alternative, or he would be late too. She banged his door calling him as she hurried downstairs, kettle on, cereal in his bowl, start preparing their packed lunches, hurry hurry. Peter hadn't slept well either, he had sneaked his mummy's red panties back into the wash basket when he had gone to bed, but his mind was full of her and what she was wearing and somewhere in the shadows Mister Arnold. He couldn't get over the embarrassment of what he had readily, stupidly done for him, even though, secretly, if the truth be known he had indeed desperately wanted to wear his mummy's panties, but he hadn't wanted anyone to know about it. It was that thought which brought a burning flush to his cheeks now. He was slow getting up, his head felt muzzy through lack of sleep, he went into the bathroom to his mother's calls. "Hurry up Peter you will be late." He washed as he always did in the morning, but he was drawn to the washing basket, glancing at it, a thrill buzz in his groin telling him to peep inside. Drying himself he made sure the door was closed then lifted the lid, his heart almost skipping a beat. There was her skirt and blouse, he softly touched them with trembling fingers, an electricity from them, making him tingle, as he gently moved them, exploring for those beautiful black panties. "Peter, hurry up." He rushed down to the kitchen his clothes thrown on quickly. He looked at her smiling she looked even sexier today and it made his penis twitch to see her. "You look so lovely mummy, you are so pretty." She blushed, she wasn't used to him saying things like that. "Eat up now Dolly, I'm late this morning I have to run, your lunch is in your bag, I'll see you when I get home love." She turned to get her coat forgetting about changing her skirt again, but he stopped her. "Mummy you mustn't forget." She looked back, what had she forgotten? "What love?" "Remember, Mister Arnold said you got to show me." She felt a twinge of horror inside her gripping her tummy, she couldn't, it was bad enough in work, she didn't want to do this not with her own son. "He rang yesterday and said I have to be good if I want to go to work with you Mummy." She looked at his serious face, then glancing at the clock she let out a sigh of resignation. At least if she looked at the ceiling when she did it, she was trying to persuade herself, that it made her think it wasn't happening, that he wasn't there. Yet stupidly, wrongly she felt a tickle of excitement inside her. She lifted the thin black skirt up, then up higher and higher to above her waist and stood there in front of him, revealing herself to her son for a second. Well it should have been a second but, in fact it was more than a second, she hadn't intended to, but she held her pose for quite a few seconds, almost a minute, her heart pounding with weird and humiliating feelings as she did so, showing herself to her son, like a good girl. Peter was delighted, he could see her tiny semi-nude white panties, her cunt, that's what Mister Arnold called it, clearly visible. He wanted to touch it, feel it, his hand dropped to his trousers and between his own legs, his heart pounding with excitement. She turned, her skirt still at her waist, she found herself wanting to hold it there for a moment longer, the tickle inside her becoming a naughty buzz, as she revealed the curve of her bottom almost naked tantalising him, her son, before she straightened her skirt and grabbing her coat. She ran through the door, her heart in her throat at her own excited wrongdoing. Peter unzipped his trousers, slipping his hand inside rubbing his erection. The phone rang, it was on the table beside him, he picked it up. "Hello Mister Arnold," he said straight away. Mister Arnold smiled to himself. "There's a good Dolly and did you see mummy's pretty panties this morning?" Peter didn't really notice the way Mister Arnold spoke to him, he was too full of what he had just seen and he was desperate to tell Mister Arnold about it, beginning breathlessly. "Wait a minute Dolly," Mister Arnold interrupted him. "First go up to find mummy's pretty panties from yesterday, do you know where they are?" Peter stopped himself from telling Mister Arnold all about what he had just seen, his mind returning to the black panties in the washing basket. "Yes Mister Arnold, they are all in the washing basket." Mister Arnold was intrigued. "What do you mean they Dolly?" he went on softly. "Mummy's clothes Mister Arnold, the ones mummy wore." This sounded almost too good to Mister Arnold, Peter had obviously been looking through them already. "Good Dolly, go up and find mummy's pretty panties and bring them into your bedroom for me." Peter ran upstairs he didn't need to be told twice, he was excited, almost desperate to touch the panties. Mister Arnold heard him rummaging through her clothes in the washing basket, knowing that they were all probably exciting the boy, until finally peter spoke. "I've got them in my bedroom Mister Arnold." His face was flushed his fingers trembling a buzz inside his body. "Smell mummy on them Dolly, smell mummy's cunt." Peter didn't need a second command, he was already inhaling the heady scent of his mother, his breathing short and fast in Mister Arnold's ear. "Take your trousers and pants off for me Dolly, take them off now." "Yss," Peter gasped his hands already taking his clothes off, "Tell me when you've done it Dolly." Peter was panting, not because of exertion but because of excitement. "I've taken them off Mister Arnold." "Good Dolly, now put mummy's panties on." Peter's heart was pounding, he could hardly contain himself, they still felt a little damp and he closed his eyes to the touch as he wriggled into them. "Are you wearing them Dolly?" "Yess," Peter gasped. "Good girl, now put your trousers back on." Peter was still panting, he didn't notice being called a girl he was too desperate to rub himself through his mother's panties, but he did as he was told and pulled his school trousers on over them. "Are they on Dolly?" "yess," peter whispered. "There's a good girl, and now its time for school, just imagine how nice it will be wearing mummy's panties all day in school, wont it?" Peter gasped, a quiver of humiliation running through him, he couldn't oh goodness no. "Now you'd better run or you'll be late, I'll call you when you get home and remember be a good girl for me." The phone went dead again, Mister Arnold wasn't one to wait for nice goodbyes, he left Peter aroused, excited and battling with his inner emotions about wearing his mother's panties to school, he couldn't, he mustn't, but they felt so nice, so sexy. Again it was the clock that forced his hand and made up his mind for him, he was terribly late, so he just grabbed his things and he ran, trying to stop the thoughts boiling up in his head, imagining the embarrassment and humiliation that he knew he would never cope with if he was ever caught. Amanda sat looking at her computer, she felt like a slut, she had to stop all this somehow, she just didn't seem to have control in her life anymore. Even her own son was telling her what to do, yet the money was good and she was no longer worried about her debts. It confused her, in fact her feelings in general were confusing her. Mister Arnold was busy in his office all morning and there was a steady stream of phone calls and visitors. She had to go to the little window each time the bell was rung and take money and give invoices, give directions up through the site, or bring Mister Arnold's business associates into the office to wait to see him. All of them were men and all of them looked her up and down and leered at her, she was constantly feeling uncomfortable and often she carried papers with her to hide behind. Things seemed to slow down a little by late morning when Mister Arnold finally appeared in the main office. He was in deep conversation with an Eastern European man who had arrived a half an hour earlier and they were heading for a door into the warehouse adjoining the office when the lunchtime hooter went off. They paused listening and then Mister Arnold turned to her. "Off you go to lunch now girl, I'll be checking up on you later." She sat there a second fearfully looking at him, she had hoped that he had forgotten about the canteen, but then she saw the expression change on his face and she got up. "Ys sr," she said quietly. She slowly left the office with her lunch bag, her heart in her throat, her body trembling, patently dragging her heels. She haltingly began the journey across the yard to the canteen wondering if she could take a detour and hide in a shed or something, but out of nowhere a gnarled hand slid under her arm making her jump. It was Ted the toothless old man, he grinned at her. "The boss tole me to escort you in case you got lost like." And he laughed dragging her along at a pace straight across the yard and into the canteen, closing the door behind him. She suddenly found herself back in the room, the group of men all seemingly waiting for her, looking dirty in their overalls, standing in a double line. "Come on in sweetheart, me an the boys were waitin for ya. Don't she look fuckin hot boys?" The yard foreman came up to her. "Now give us a kiss darlin." Before she could get free of Ted, the foreman had his arms around her pulling her to him, his big stubbled face thrust against her, his tongue out ready as if to lick her. She could smell the stale tobacco on his breath as his lips found hers. Ted's hands slid round her from behind, sandwiching her between them, seeking and finding her breasts, lifting and kneading them. Quickly before she knew it or could pull free she was spun round and it was Ted who was kissing her, with his filthy toothless maw slobering over her. "We gonna introduce ya to all the lads now ya little slut." She heard the foreman's voice against her ear as he took his turn to feel her breasts, pausing with his fingers and thumbs on her nipples, twitching them. She struggled trying to stop them to push them away, tell them. "Nnooo." They span her around and each time she was, she found another man grabbing her kissing her, whilst his mate groped her from behind. The third or fourth man began to give her lovebites on her neck as he felt her breasts, his mate rudely kissing her mouth as he did it. Seeing her reactions, her whimpering twitches, they all copied, sucking bites each side of her neck leaving her with their red raised weal's as she trembled, weakly struggling against their enforced arousal as they branded her a slut. Deep down knowing that when their sucking bites darkened unhidden on her neck everyone would see and believe that she was indeed a slut. She was eventually at the end of the line, hands had been all over her body, ravishing her rudely, yet cleverly creating a forced wetness between her legs and there she finally struggling to focus on a strange greasy looking gangly lad with the foreman. "Bob's made ya a special seat darlin, han't ya Bob?" The greasy looking lad gave a hysterical hyenic laugh and somewhere inside her buzzing abused head she realised that he must be the worker that has learning difficulties. The foreman pulled her by the arm, over to the place where she sat the previous day, but the chair was different, she couldn't understand at first. There was a seat back alright with 2 legs either side but they had what looked like stirrups outside them, then instead of the seat and 2 front legs there was a shiny metal bar, a pipe she was soon told, connected from between the back legs to a single leg in the front, holding it horizontal. They dragged her round to the seat sitting her on the bar, the seat. Her legs splayed as she was sat on it, her ankles pulled back and fastened in the stirrups behind her, putting her weight forward, the bar causing her wet panties to spread her lips around it, her almost unhooded clit touching it through the material. She gasped and wriggled a mixture of terrified discomfort and a stupid sexual urge, but that made matters worse settling her position splayed over bar. The men all sat down around her, around the table their sandwich boxes in front of them, then she noticed 2 things, her sandwiches on the table in front of her and a box with a calibrated knob on it in front of the foreman who had taken his seat beside her. They all began eating their sandwiches watching her, with no pretence at manners. "Eat ya sandwiches darlin," The foreman's voice was loud and he had a leering grin "while I see if yon lad's machine works." Her knees were wriggling back and fore as she struggled to find a way to try to lift herself up off the evil horrible chair. Suddenly she felt a vibration and all the men heard a buzz and gave a resounding cheer. Somehow they must have inserted a vibrator in the pipe where her sensitive clit was resting and he was turning up the control on it. All the men were watching her, the humiliating embarrassment spilling over, making her squeal, her face bright red as she struggled against it. He was smiling broadly. "Now eat ya sandwiches slut, cos evry time ya stop I'll turn this up a bit." He clicked the knob to the next level, the instant increase in buzzing making jump and stiffen. "Eat or I turn it up darlin." His hand reached for the knob again and it was then she realised that her hands were on the table taking her weight, holding herself up off the pipe as much as she could. It suddenly occurred to her that when she reached for her sandwich she would have to let go. "Eat it up darling." He clicked the next level and the vibrations increased again making her give an involuntary moan. All the men were watching her every move, enjoying every minute of her debasement as they chewed, all aroused by the site. The last increase made her hands spring free to grab her sandwich and in so doing her full weight spread her lips more, moulding them around the pipe opening her against it, she was gasping and wriggling now yet still trying to gobble up the sandwich as fast as she could, her two hands trying to retain the contents as all the men laughed. The foreman laughed too and as she looked at him, his hand clasped the knob and turned it up to the next level. It seemed almost as if the vibration was right against her now painfully erect clit, squashed as it was against the pipe. Suddenly she couldn't stop herself from moving on it, thrusting herself in little backwards and forwards jerks. "Hump it ya slut hump it." They all joined in as the knob clicked on again. "Hump it hump it" Her sandwich was forgotten now, her eyes closed as she succumbed to the vibrations possessing her body and she jerked back and fore over the bar, wet from her juices. In seconds, hands were on her breasts, her top and bra lifted up, lips and teeth on her nipples and breasts, sucking and nipping, giving her more love bites. Bob the mentally subnormal maker of the fiendish chair was given his reward and the others cheered as his slobbering lips closed over hers, his tongue wet with saliva entering her mouth then over her lips as he licked her face too. The knob turned again and suddenly she was lost, unable to hold back, unable to stop, she felt herself coming, her climax signifying her submission as she surrendered to their rude abuse, exhausting waves gripping her entire body in trembling spasms. "I think she loves ya Bob." The foreman laughed, the others were too busy wanking as they watched to say much. "Fuckin good show boss," Ted was at the foreman's shoulder, "The boys will really look forward to their lunch breaks from now on." "Yeah I got big plans for er Ted, were gonna have some real dirty fun wiv er, an she won't be able to say fuck all jus do wot she's told" His face was bright with excitement. The yard siren interrupted their conversation and he turned the knob back to off in response. "Come on lads, you've ad your fun for today, lets get back to work, Ted, ya'd better undo er ankles, I think she's a bit fuckin tired wiv all er excitement." They were all laughing as they were leaving, Ted looked at the slack jawed exhausted Amanda and kissed her hard on the mouth, squeezing her breast and pinching her nipple as he did so, "Fuck I'm gonna enjoy fuckin you baby, I cant wait to put you up the duff." He kissed her hard again, then reluctantly bent and undid her ankles from the stirrups before following his mates. She could hardly move for five minutes, her legs were still trembling and even though her ankles were free she just sat there, the bar hard against her throbbing clitoris, her dull eyes on the knob on the table. Finally she managed to move herself until she got herself to her feet, she could hear women's voices then, coming closer. It shook her mind back to the present, she had to get herself together and get out of there quickly before they came. Quickly she tidied her skirt down, there was no time to pull her panties straight so she took a deep breath and exited out into the yard just as Donna and her group of women from the material recycling shed appeared around the corner. "Hey you girl, so yor lookin after the men are ya? We'll see about that ya Fuckin slut, ya better see us alright on our overtime too or ya'll know all about it, just you fuckin watch it." They looked a mean bunch of women and Amanda ran back to her office quite traumatised, intimidated and frightened of them. When she got to her desk she decided that she couldn't go on like this anymore, she couldn't take the abuse, both mental and physical, she just had to get away from those men and she couldn't rely on the women to help her. In fact she knew that they would probably just laugh at her predicament and she felt completely embarrassed at the thought of them knowing about it. She sat at her desk, a sort of sanctuary, yes she had to get away, but she couldn't afford to live without a job. The trouble is, once you have a job, if you leave it, then you don't get any support from the government, no dole money. So she had to find another job. She logged on to her computer and typed in job search and the area. She spent a depressing hour searching in wider and wider circles with little or no results. There was the odd bar work, but she didn't have any experience of that and what would she do with Dolly when she was at work. It brought her back to thinking about her son, if she played along here, he would be working with her by the end of the week and financially they would be well off. It was such a problem, she felt mixed up and confused. Mister Arnold strolled into the office, he had a smile on his face and he was alone, he walked over to her desk. "Right, I have just put everything in place for a new venture and as Dolly is key to that venture I want to tell you the process so that you can understand and explain it all to him." She closed down the job screen on the computer in a hurry nodding as she did so. "Yes sir." "Ok so come with me and I will go through it." He headed for the door into the warehouse adjoining the office as he had done that morning. "Come along." She followed him through the door into the warehouse which she had never been in before. It was a huge space, much like a large factory unit, but almost empty. The space was divided by an office in the middle, towards the back and on the far side was a line of 4 industrial washing machines and 2 industrial clothes driers. Beside these there was a door to another office and a door to a toilet which also had a shower. Towards the front of the warehouse there was a desk with 2 chairs just inside the door through which they had come and a long bench which was central to the front part of the building. The area of the warehouse closest to the desk contained rows of coat hangers all dangling from a framework of bars from front to back that made up clothes rails and at the back there were rows of shelves along the wall. The Office room in the centre seemed to have a long table in the middle with some chairs, there was a clothes hanging rail there also and a set of shelves. Mister Arnold led her across the warehouse, over to a huge mound of black plastic sacks at the far side which had completely taken over the goods inwards area and he stopped, turning to explain. "Fairly recently we started to recycle material, rags, old clothing, curtains, bedding, that sort of thing. We are supplied by the council recycling department, shop liquidation stock and by charities. My team of girls sort through all the stuff as it comes in. How it's dealt with dependant on what it's made from, understand?" "Yes sir." She was genuinely interested, he had never explained about his business before. "The girls came to me with a concern over the destruction and recycling of good usable clothing and I looked into it, they were correct. I had them sort out all possible usable clothing and bag them, the yard foreman then brings the bags here every week. Today I have finalised a deal to sell the clothing to a Romanian businessman, but now I need someone to sort the clothing into type and that is where Dolly comes in." "Yes sir I see sir." She did see, it was hard work yes, but she felt sure her son was quite capable of doing it and he was not far from the office, her office and if there was any problem, she was sure she could help him. "I want to run through it and then you can explain to Dolly in your own way, but I will also explain when he starts on Friday ok?" She nodded. "Yes sir." He pulled a black sack from the front of the huge pile and hefted it across to the bench where he undid the thick elastic band holding the top closed and emptied the contents out onto the bench. There was a mixture of dresses, skirts, blouses, cardigans and even underwear, some like brand new. "I want you to make up labels for the racks and the shelves, all Dolly has to do is put dresses on the rail labelled dress rail, the skirts on the rail labelled skirt rail etc etc and with the underwear, then panties on the shelf labelled panties shelf, bras on the shelf labelled bra shelf etc etc again. Have you got that?" "Yes sir" She said again, nodding. "If any of the clothing looks dirty, in need of a wash, then Dolly puts them to one side until there is enough to load the machines. They can be washed in the afternoons and before he goes home he can transfer them to the driers to dry overnight. He can sort them to the shelves and racks the next day. The room in the middle is for any special or specialist clothing that is found, we will deal with them separately. Understand?" "Yes sir." "Can Dolly do that?" "Yes sir." She nodded again. "Yes I am sure he can manage that ok." He looked at her thoughtfully "Hmm, I hope so girl, I hope so, because Dolly will be key to this operation, I am relying on Dolly to sort these clothes, the first lot is scheduled to go out in a week's time so we need product to be collected." For the first time she felt a part of the business, she believed that Mister Arnold was not just treating her as an ordinary employee anymore and she felt that he was recognising that she wasn't just a stupid girl. She felt more relaxed with him, so as she arrived back at her desk she turned to him. She had made a decision to tell him about the men, his men and the way they had treated her, what they had done to her. She started slightly hesitantly but then blurted it all out, his face became set as she spoke, becoming angrier and angrier as she went on. "You fucking ungrateful bitch, get into my office now, quick about it." She was shocked at his reaction, shocked and scared, what had she done, oh god perhaps he would sack her there and then and god knows what she would do then, she shouldn't have said anything. She followed him into his office slowly, reluctantly. "Close the fucking door." She turned to do so and turning back she saw that he was sitting in the chair, that chair, the spanking chair. "I will teach you to be ungrateful bitch, after all I've done for you and your family, get across my knees now." Hesitating a second she saw the expression of anger on his face, her heart was thundering in her chest and her face flushed with embarrassment. Slowly she went over to him, lowering herself gently down across his big knees. He pulled her forward over his lap, his left arm went over her back wrapping around and under her until his hand slipped under between her legs. She gasped at the touch. With his right hand he pulled her thin little skirt slowly up over her bottom revealing her translucent little white panties. He rested his big hand on her bottom a second, the thick fingers of his other hand slipping further between her legs and against her, her panties still soaking from her lunchtime abuse. "I want an apology from you girl, a real apology, I asked my men to look after you and I expect you to do what they say, if they want to have fun with you, then behave for them, or else I will kick you out of here on your ear and you won't get another job in this county, understand?" Her head was down close to the floor but she made a grunting affirmative, trying to say sorry in her nervous fear and then the spanking began, hard sharp slaps that pushed her onto his fingers, the heat growing on her bum and the heat growing between her legs together with the terrible humiliation of the spanking. When it was over he pushed her off his knees and she sat on the floor making snivelling little sobs her skirt still round her waist, feeling totally demoralised yet her stupid sex was buzzing. "Now get out and get on with those signs, I have a phone call to make." He walked over to his desk and began dialling even as she was getting herself wobbling to her feet, she made for the door opened it and went out closing it softly behind her as she did. She felt so ashamed so humiliated being treated like that, her mind was a mess, the buzz in her sex confusing her feelings and somewhere she was trying to work out if she had really heard Mister Arnold say Dolly into the phone as she had closed the door. It was true, Peter picked up the phone straight away, he hadn't been able to concentrate all day and he too was mixed up with fear of discovery and excitement from wearing his mummy's panties. "Hello Mister Arnold," he replied in a small voice. "Take your trousers off for me Dolly" Mister Arnolds voice was calm and soft. "Yes Mister Arnold." Peter breathed a bare whisper. He unzipped them and slipped them off. "I've taken them off Mister Arnold sir," he whispered into the phone again. "Good girl, now sit down and touch yourself through mummy's pretty panties, I want you to tell me all about what you saw this morning as you do it." Peter's voice caught in his throat in his excitement and he sat at the kitchen table, his eyes closed as he remembered looking at his mummy that morning, his hand slipping between his legs, his fingers seeking and stroking his tingling penis. Slowly he began to describe the whole thing, how he had had to remind her to show him and how she eventually agreed and did, he told him everything. He described what she was wearing, her sexy see through panties, fully explicitly he described what he had seen and Mister Arnold noted interestedly the things that he described. He also told him that mummy seemed to hold her skirt up for a long time and that she had turned round whilst still holding it up and that he had seen her bum, seen it clearly through her transparent panties. All this time he was rubbing himself, his penis stiff as he was getting more and more excited. "You love mummy don't you Dolly?" "Yess," he panted. "You love to see mummy, you love to see her cunt don't you Dolly?" "Yess yess sir." "You want mummy's cunt don't you Dolly." "Yesss yess sir." He was panting heavily now. "You want to touch it, feel it, have it, don't you Dolly?" "Yess yesss yess." He was close to cumming. "Good girl, but mummy must carry on working for me and you must work for me too mustn't you Dolly?" "Yess sir yes." Peter didn't notice the change of focus as he neared his climax. "Good girl, you mustn't let mummy stop working for me, you must make her carry on Dolly mustn't you Dolly?" "Ye yes sir." "If you make mummy stay working for me, then you can work for me too can't you Dolly?" "Yeyes sir." "Good girl, and if you make mummy stay working for me I will make mummy let you have her Dolly, would you like that?" "Ohhh yess yess yess sir." "Would you really like that Dolly, would you like to have mummy?" "Yess yessss ohh yess sir." "Rub it hard for me now my good girl." "Yesss yess sir." Peter's head felt like exploding and suddenly he was squirting his stickiness into his mummy's panties his eyes tight shut, in an exhausting climax to such an emotional day.