Yes Mistress Pt 4
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Yes Mistress Pt 3
Brad immediately moved forward and nuzzled Veronica's panty covered crotch. Her scent was intoxicating and caused his already hard cock to swell even more.
That's it Brian, nuzzle Mommy's cunt like a good little sissy.
Veronica rubbed her steamy crotch on his face.
Brad tried to stick his tongue out and Veronica slapped his face hard leaving a red patch.
"No! Don't you do it til I say bitch!" she said as she wagged her finger at him.
She walked backed to her desk and sat down leaving Brad there on the floor with his hard cock painfully constricted in the wrong direction in the chastity belt.
She started working at her computer again as if nothing had happened at all, as if Brad wasn't even there.
Mommy? Please Mommy.
Oh, you're still here? I almost forgot. I was going to do something, wasn't I?
The key ma'am, the key for the belt.
Key? Oh yes, that's right. I'm sure I must have it around here somewhere.
She fumbled around in her upper desk drawers as Brad enjoyed the view up her skirt. Then she squatted down and spread her long legs as she looked in the bottom drawer. She pretended not to notice Brad staring at her crotch like some sort of starved animal looking at a steak.
Oh here it is, all the way in the back.
She leaned forward giving Brad a great view down her blouse of her bra covered tits. His poor cock was in terrible pain now.
She twirled the key around her finger a few times.
I wonder if this is the right one? Let me think. No, this isn't it.
She started at square one again, looking in the top drawers with her legs open just enough so he could see the top of her stockings.
After several minutes of this she finally decided to give him the key.
Oh, you know what? I think it was this one after all. What do you know?! Isn't that funny?!
She tossed the key past Brad into the corner of the room. "Fetch, go get the key bitch"
Brad went over on all fours to the corner and retrieved the key. Then he turned and looked up at Veronica sitting at her desk. She nodded her OK for him to unlock the belt.
His hands were shaking and he could barely get the key in the lock, but he managed.
As soon as the belt came off, he felt a huge sense of relief as his cock stood up and gave his belly a slap.
He felt like jacking off immediately, but hadn't even imagined what he would do once the belt came off. His only goal had to get the dang thing off of him, not what he'd do after it was off.
You look confused Brian. Let me give your inferior brain some direction. I want you to come back over to Mommy and nuzzle me under my desk while I finish my work.
Brad crawled over to her and shoved his face into her panty covered crotch again. He began stroking his cock, but Veronica caught him and slapped him hard, causing the red patch on his face to reappear, only this time it was brighter.
You don't do that unless Mommy says it's Ok!
Yes Mommy.
Now go sit right there.
Brad sat down at the side of her desk where she'd pointed.
Now I have something for you. It should be a piece of cake, even for a wimp like you.
She reached in her desk and pulled something out and tossed it at Brad.
A black rubber butt plug bounced on the carpet near his face.
Put it in.
Brad looked up at her with the saddest face.
No, please don't make me do that, please.
I said put it in! Now!
Brad picked it up and was about to insert it in his ass when she stopped him.
You might want to use some lube.
She tossed some lube to him and he lubed up the plug.
Put some lube on your fingers.
He did it.
Now finger your own ass.
But, I don't want to do that, that's disgusting.
You want to keep your house? Want a chance at getting what's her face back? Better start fingering that ass!
Brad put a finger in slowly stretching his tight hole open and to his surprise liked the sensation.
"Looks like you like it, don't you sissy?! I can tell!" She said, pointing at his stiff cock.
He felt so humiliated fingering his own ass in front of his boss.
That's it, that's a good sissy. Finger fuck your own ass like a sissy slut.
Veronica was enjoying this very much.
Now put another figner in at the same time. Go on, I want to see two fingers up that ass.
Brad shoved another finger in, stretching his ass open wider.
Soon Veroncia was demanding he get four fingers in at once.
He wasn't able to do it as it hurt too much.
Aw, poor baby. Perhaps Mommy was pushing you too hard. I know just what to do. You need to put that plug up your ass.
Brad had almost forgotten all about the butt plug. He picked it up and worked it into his swollen ass hole.
Then Veroncica threw something at him. It was another chastity belt. This one was like a thong.
That's gonna keep that plug up your ass til I give you the key to take it off.
Brad put the belt on and locked it.
Good sissy. Clean yourself up and go home now.
Brad immediately moved forward and nuzzled Veronica's panty covered crotch. Her scent was intoxicating and caused his already hard cock to swell even more.
That's it Brian, nuzzle Mommy's cunt like a good little sissy.
Veronica rubbed her steamy crotch on his face.
Brad tried to stick his tongue out and Veronica slapped his face hard leaving a red patch.
"No! Don't you do it til I say bitch!" she said as she wagged her finger at him.
She walked backed to her desk and sat down leaving Brad there on the floor with his hard cock painfully constricted in the wrong direction in the chastity belt.
She started working at her computer again as if nothing had happened at all, as if Brad wasn't even there.
Mommy? Please Mommy.
Oh, you're still here? I almost forgot. I was going to do something, wasn't I?
The key ma'am, the key for the belt.
Key? Oh yes, that's right. I'm sure I must have it around here somewhere.
She fumbled around in her upper desk drawers as Brad enjoyed the view up her skirt. Then she squatted down and spread her long legs as she looked in the bottom drawer. She pretended not to notice Brad staring at her crotch like some sort of starved animal looking at a steak.
Oh here it is, all the way in the back.
She leaned forward giving Brad a great view down her blouse of her bra covered tits. His poor cock was in terrible pain now.
She twirled the key around her finger a few times.
I wonder if this is the right one? Let me think. No, this isn't it.
She started at square one again, looking in the top drawers with her legs open just enough so he could see the top of her stockings.
After several minutes of this she finally decided to give him the key.
Oh, you know what? I think it was this one after all. What do you know?! Isn't that funny?!
She tossed the key past Brad into the corner of the room. "Fetch, go get the key bitch"
Brad went over on all fours to the corner and retrieved the key. Then he turned and looked up at Veronica sitting at her desk. She nodded her OK for him to unlock the belt.
His hands were shaking and he could barely get the key in the lock, but he managed.
As soon as the belt came off, he felt a huge sense of relief as his cock stood up and gave his belly a slap.
He felt like jacking off immediately, but hadn't even imagined what he would do once the belt came off. His only goal had to get the dang thing off of him, not what he'd do after it was off.
You look confused Brian. Let me give your inferior brain some direction. I want you to come back over to Mommy and nuzzle me under my desk while I finish my work.
Brad crawled over to her and shoved his face into her panty covered crotch again. He began stroking his cock, but Veronica caught him and slapped him hard, causing the red patch on his face to reappear, only this time it was brighter.
You don't do that unless Mommy says it's Ok!
Yes Mommy.
Now go sit right there.
Brad sat down at the side of her desk where she'd pointed.
Now I have something for you. It should be a piece of cake, even for a wimp like you.
She reached in her desk and pulled something out and tossed it at Brad.
A black rubber butt plug bounced on the carpet near his face.
Put it in.
Brad looked up at her with the saddest face.
No, please don't make me do that, please.
I said put it in! Now!
Brad picked it up and was about to insert it in his ass when she stopped him.
You might want to use some lube.
She tossed some lube to him and he lubed up the plug.
Put some lube on your fingers.
He did it.
Now finger your own ass.
But, I don't want to do that, that's disgusting.
You want to keep your house? Want a chance at getting what's her face back? Better start fingering that ass!
Brad put a finger in slowly stretching his tight hole open and to his surprise liked the sensation.
"Looks like you like it, don't you sissy?! I can tell!" She said, pointing at his stiff cock.
He felt so humiliated fingering his own ass in front of his boss.
That's it, that's a good sissy. Finger fuck your own ass like a sissy slut.
Veronica was enjoying this very much.
Now put another figner in at the same time. Go on, I want to see two fingers up that ass.
Brad shoved another finger in, stretching his ass open wider.
Soon Veroncia was demanding he get four fingers in at once.
He wasn't able to do it as it hurt too much.
Aw, poor baby. Perhaps Mommy was pushing you too hard. I know just what to do. You need to put that plug up your ass.
Brad had almost forgotten all about the butt plug. He picked it up and worked it into his swollen ass hole.
Then Veroncica threw something at him. It was another chastity belt. This one was like a thong.
That's gonna keep that plug up your ass til I give you the key to take it off.
Brad put the belt on and locked it.
Good sissy. Clean yourself up and go home now.
Gagged Humiliation
I had done something wrong; nagged a little too much, or complained, or criticized. I am a devoted and obedient slave so I don't want to explore my misbehavior; it is always humiliating to review in my mind. The result of my misbehavior was that Jason decided to punish me using a gag.
Gags fall into the category of restraints that I love to hate. They are so humiliating. They make a statement about how I am being controlled. They communicate something to me and to those who can see me. They can be simply uncomfortable or downright painful.
On the other hand, Jason loves gags. On me, of course. He has slowly been acquiring a growing set of gags. Ball gags, whiffle gags, cleave gags, ring gags, penis gags, dental spreaders, pony bits, and so on. Each one has a purpose, a situation, a use. Each is targeted to have a specific effect on me, to produce a reaction, to communicate a discipline or to convey a feeling.
Very few gags are actually designed to keep me quiet, per se. They can interfere with speech and even muffle sound a little, but most gags don't prevent me from making noise (a lot of it if I am in pain), or speaking (though I may have to work a little to be understood).
Our neighbors across the street, Steve and Diane, have joined us at times for play. They do not live the complete D/s lifestyle as Jason and I do, but we did inspire them to try a few things and they seem to enjoy it. I enjoy when they join us, because with another couple things are simply more interesting. I am bisexual and Diane is a very pretty woman in her mid-30s, and Steve is a fit and attractive man.A couple of weeks ago we were invited over to Steve and Diane's for dinner and an evening of whatever. It had been a while since we had seen them so it was exciting for me. I wanted to dress up a bit and make the evening nice. I wore a nice dress that showed off my body without being too inappropriate, and a few nice items of jewelry. I placed my favorite sapphire pendant on my slave collar. When it was time to walk across the street to their house, Jason stopped me inside the front door and told me to turn around and open my mouth. I did as he requested, and he slipped a ring gag into my mouth.
Ring gags aren't designed to silence you at all. They have several basic effects. First, they allow you to make all the noise you want, but clear speech is near impossible. Second, they hurt, depending on how big they are, because your jaw is held open wide and after a while the muscles and tendons in your jaw get very tired of being stretched. Lastly, and at times the worst, they stimulate the inside of you mouth, making you drool uncontrollably. Going over to our neighbors gagged like this was going to be humiliating.Jason pulled the gag tight, making sure it was securely in place, and buckled it behind my head. It secured with a very small lock and would be impossible to slip off. I leaned forward and bumped my forehead against the wall in frustration, realizing that the evening was going to have some very embarrassing and unpleasant elements to it.
"Stand up and make me proud, now, Siobhan," Jason patted my ass, and I did as I was told. We walked across the street and knocked at our neighbor's door.
"Welcome! Ah, Siobhan, I see you are under a bit of restraint tonight. That's OK, we will do just fine," Steve was cordial as he invited us in. Diane came out to greet us from the kitchen, saw what I was wearing, and her face took on a look of empathy. I flushed bright red with embarrassment, but forged ahead. Following Diane into the kitchen to help her finish preparing the meal, I hung my head."What happened, Siobhan? Is he punishing you? Or just being a little cruel? I know Jason can take pleasure out of disciplining you for little reason. Though I have to say I think you will sometimes push the envelope a little because you do like it." Diane was sympathetic. She was submissive to Steve, though only during scenes.
I shrugged. Trying to talk in a ring gag is really hard, harder than most other kinds of gags. We brought the food out to the table and sat down.As the food was passed and dished out I suddenly realized that I wasn't going to be able to eat. A wave of complete humiliation came over me again. I must have flushed bright red because Jason noticed and said, "Don't worry Siobhan, I am sure there are things here you will be able to eat. Just do the best you can."
Tears trickled down my cheeks, not from pain but from the shear embarrassment of my situation. I was being publicly punished and forced to eat a nice dinner while wearing a ring gag that made it completely impossible to eat. It was going to be near impossible to drink, as well. I lowered my head and let my hair fall in front of my face, trying to hide myself.
"Raise your head, be polite Siobhan. Why don't you start by telling Steve and Diane why you are wearing the gag?" Jason took a big bite of lasagna. All eyes turned toward me.
"I awk ack ooo ason..." I said as clearly as I could. I could see Diane was embarrassed for me, which somehow made me feel worse. Steve nodded, and dug into his food.
My jaw was beginning to hurt. The gag was a big one, holding my jaw wide open. The muscles at the back of my jaw were stretched and beginning to cramp. I decided to try and eat a tiny bit of lasagna; it was soft and I thought I might be able to handle it.
I slipped the bit of tomato sauce covered pasta into my mouth, leaning my head back to keep it from falling out. Moving my tongue around slowly smashed the pasta to the point where I could swallow, but it was impossible to do so. It is very difficult to swallow when wearing a ring gag. I tilted my head back, poured a little water into my mouth and tried to make the food go down. At first I thought it was working but then I choked. Water bubbled up and over my chin. I managed to get the food down, but the experiment wasn't encouraging.The others were talking, and I was sitting pretending to be part of the group, but unable to participate. I felt terribly alone.
"Tell us about your new project, Siobhan. I hear you are bolstering security there." Steve was either being naive in asking me to talk, or deliberately cruel.
"Talk to Steve, Siobhan," Jason prompted.
I raised my head and did my best. "Eee haa a uuu i hi... inter...erance ecknology ee are de loying..."
I spoke slowly and deliberately. When I was finished, I broke into silent tears. I doubt if anyone had understood more than a tenth of what I had said. The only reason to have me speak was to force me to demonstrate my shameful condition.After that episode, my drooling became uncontrollable. The ring was stimulating the inside of my mouth, making it think there was food there that needed to be chewed and digested. Saliva gathered in my mouth and began dribbling over onto my chin. I used my napkin to wipe, over and over again, but it was obvious what was happening.
I had one sip of wine, one small piece of lasagna, and nothing else during the dinner. When it was over, I helped clear the table and then Diane and I joined the men in the living room, bringing them coffee. My jaw was throbbing by now. It was incredible how one small restraint device such as a ring gag had caused me such humiliation and discomfort.
After a half hour or so, the talk between the men and Diane turned to sensual topics. Steve described the latest scene he and Diane had created; Diane indicated she enjoyed it a lot except for some clamps that had cut the skin and left marks. I was saying nothing, simply sitting and listening, trying to keep from drooling all over my nice dress."Siobhan, I know you can't participate much in the conversation, but perhaps you can find some way to be a part of the group," Jason said. I looked at him miserably, not knowing what he had in mind.
"If you can't talk, maybe you can provide some other form of stimulation for the company."
Oh. Now I understood. Slowly, I slid down from my chair and onto my knees in front of Jason.
"No, let's take care of our good host, first."
Drool dripping from my chin as I moved over in front of Steve. This would be the third time I had given Steve a blow job. Steve unzipped and pulled out his semi-flaccid cock. Maneuvering my head down, I managed to get it into my mouth and began a slow but steady back and forth motion. I couldn't use my lips, but my tongue was free and I did my best. It took about a minute and Steve was rock hard, his cock sliding down my throat.
"She has really learned to deep throat it, hasn't she?" Steve panted as I moved back and forth in front of him.
"Yep. I have trained her myself, gradually, in a number of areas. I am proud of how she is growing," Jason answered him. "Put your hands behind your back, Siobhan."I kept my hands clasped behind me while Jason and Diane watched as I continued to shove my head down on Steve's cock, letting my tongue and throat slide over his hard, engorged flesh. A few minutes later I felt him tense and suddenly pull out. I closed my eyes, knowing what was coming. Hot, slimy fluid suddenly shot over my face, getting into my hair and even up one nostril.
I sat back on my heels and waited for further instructions as Steve wiped himself clean and zipped up. His semen very slowly slid down my face. Finally, I shifted over to where Jason sat, offering my wide open mouth to him.
"No, no, Siobhan. Not just now. Please provide some entertainment for Diane. I am sure she worked very hard on the wonderful meal tonight."
I wasn't sure how Diane felt about this, but I knew it would be easier for me. Diane unzipped her pants and pulled them down around her ankles, spreading her knees and exposed herself for me. I reached up and pulled her panties down, and then used my tongue to begin exploring her soft folds of flesh. She tasted good, better than Steve. I knew how to make her feel good, and in no time she was moaning and panting as the guys watched her writhe under my ministrations. She came loudly, grabbing my head.When it was over, Diane looked down at me with a bit of embarrassment herself. I knew she felt like she had used me and contributed to my debasement. I knew she was merely following Steve's wishes and frankly, I enjoyed every minute I had with her. I didn't get to play with women nearly often enough and I had a bit of a crush on Diane.
The rest of the evening was calm. Jason never had me do him, instead the others talked a while and then Jason excused us and we walked back across the street to our own house. Steve's semen was dried on my face, so when I got back inside the house I went to wash it off. I came back out of the bathroom, removed my clothes and presented myself to Jason to have the gag removed.
"We aren't done quite yet, Siobhan. Kneel." Jason was sitting on the sofa, and I knelt before him, reached out and unzipped him and pulled out his large, throbbing member. He wrapped his hands around my head and plunged deep.
Steve had been polite; I wasn't his property, I was Jason's, and he didn't abuse the privilege of having me suck him off. Jason went at it like an animal, pushing his cock as deeply down my throat as he could. His balls pressed against my chin and my nose smashed against his abdomen.I have practiced deep throating, but it is still difficult. I choked as the rod of flesh filled my throat, pressing my tonsils and uvula. Jason pulled most of the way out, allowing me a breath as he let my lips surround the head of his penis, and then pushed in again, all the way. I choked again and couldn't breathe. My stomach was reacting, automatically trying to churn up it's contents (thank goodness I hadn't eaten anything). As he pulled out again, a little slime from my stomach came up.
In mid-gasp, Jason plunged in again, not giving me time for a full breath.
He continued to face fuck me like this, pushing me to my limits. I gasped for breath each time he allowed it, but I struggled in place. I couldn't help it, my body was beginning to cry out for air and vomit kept rising to my throat. Jason stopped for a moment, took a pair of handcuffs from a drawer in a side table, and cuffed my wrists behind my back. He then slid into my mouth again through the ring gag and continued, holding my head firmly, pushing in and out, his cock sliding well down my throat.Tears streamed down my face and slime dripped from my mouth and nose, a mixture of snot and vomit. Breathing was a luxury, to be grasped as quickly as possible. He pounded away, pushing in and out, sometimes deeper, sometimes pulling out to allow my tongue to stimulate his cock head. I did the best I could but I had basically been reduced to a piece of meat with a hole and breasts bouncing to his thrusts.
Just when I thought I would pass out, he pushed deep and his cock pulsed in my mouth as his semen pumped out and down my throat. I didn't have to swallow, my throat was held open and the cum slid down easily.
He pulled out, and I gasped for air. When he let go of my head, I simply slumped over and then lay on my side on the carpet, trying to catch my breath.
Finally, he unlocked the cuffs, and removed the gag. He was tender with me. I had been punished, and taken it like the good whore slave I was. I was proud to have gotten through it, and rested my head on his lap as he stroked my hair.
Later that night we took a shower together to clean up, playing intimately and enjoying each other's bodies. I slept safe in his arms, content that I was his.
I had done something wrong; nagged a little too much, or complained, or criticized. I am a devoted and obedient slave so I don't want to explore my misbehavior; it is always humiliating to review in my mind. The result of my misbehavior was that Jason decided to punish me using a gag.
Gags fall into the category of restraints that I love to hate. They are so humiliating. They make a statement about how I am being controlled. They communicate something to me and to those who can see me. They can be simply uncomfortable or downright painful.
On the other hand, Jason loves gags. On me, of course. He has slowly been acquiring a growing set of gags. Ball gags, whiffle gags, cleave gags, ring gags, penis gags, dental spreaders, pony bits, and so on. Each one has a purpose, a situation, a use. Each is targeted to have a specific effect on me, to produce a reaction, to communicate a discipline or to convey a feeling.
Very few gags are actually designed to keep me quiet, per se. They can interfere with speech and even muffle sound a little, but most gags don't prevent me from making noise (a lot of it if I am in pain), or speaking (though I may have to work a little to be understood).
Our neighbors across the street, Steve and Diane, have joined us at times for play. They do not live the complete D/s lifestyle as Jason and I do, but we did inspire them to try a few things and they seem to enjoy it. I enjoy when they join us, because with another couple things are simply more interesting. I am bisexual and Diane is a very pretty woman in her mid-30s, and Steve is a fit and attractive man.A couple of weeks ago we were invited over to Steve and Diane's for dinner and an evening of whatever. It had been a while since we had seen them so it was exciting for me. I wanted to dress up a bit and make the evening nice. I wore a nice dress that showed off my body without being too inappropriate, and a few nice items of jewelry. I placed my favorite sapphire pendant on my slave collar. When it was time to walk across the street to their house, Jason stopped me inside the front door and told me to turn around and open my mouth. I did as he requested, and he slipped a ring gag into my mouth.
Ring gags aren't designed to silence you at all. They have several basic effects. First, they allow you to make all the noise you want, but clear speech is near impossible. Second, they hurt, depending on how big they are, because your jaw is held open wide and after a while the muscles and tendons in your jaw get very tired of being stretched. Lastly, and at times the worst, they stimulate the inside of you mouth, making you drool uncontrollably. Going over to our neighbors gagged like this was going to be humiliating.Jason pulled the gag tight, making sure it was securely in place, and buckled it behind my head. It secured with a very small lock and would be impossible to slip off. I leaned forward and bumped my forehead against the wall in frustration, realizing that the evening was going to have some very embarrassing and unpleasant elements to it.
"Stand up and make me proud, now, Siobhan," Jason patted my ass, and I did as I was told. We walked across the street and knocked at our neighbor's door.
"Welcome! Ah, Siobhan, I see you are under a bit of restraint tonight. That's OK, we will do just fine," Steve was cordial as he invited us in. Diane came out to greet us from the kitchen, saw what I was wearing, and her face took on a look of empathy. I flushed bright red with embarrassment, but forged ahead. Following Diane into the kitchen to help her finish preparing the meal, I hung my head."What happened, Siobhan? Is he punishing you? Or just being a little cruel? I know Jason can take pleasure out of disciplining you for little reason. Though I have to say I think you will sometimes push the envelope a little because you do like it." Diane was sympathetic. She was submissive to Steve, though only during scenes.
I shrugged. Trying to talk in a ring gag is really hard, harder than most other kinds of gags. We brought the food out to the table and sat down.As the food was passed and dished out I suddenly realized that I wasn't going to be able to eat. A wave of complete humiliation came over me again. I must have flushed bright red because Jason noticed and said, "Don't worry Siobhan, I am sure there are things here you will be able to eat. Just do the best you can."
Tears trickled down my cheeks, not from pain but from the shear embarrassment of my situation. I was being publicly punished and forced to eat a nice dinner while wearing a ring gag that made it completely impossible to eat. It was going to be near impossible to drink, as well. I lowered my head and let my hair fall in front of my face, trying to hide myself.
"Raise your head, be polite Siobhan. Why don't you start by telling Steve and Diane why you are wearing the gag?" Jason took a big bite of lasagna. All eyes turned toward me.
"I awk ack ooo ason..." I said as clearly as I could. I could see Diane was embarrassed for me, which somehow made me feel worse. Steve nodded, and dug into his food.
My jaw was beginning to hurt. The gag was a big one, holding my jaw wide open. The muscles at the back of my jaw were stretched and beginning to cramp. I decided to try and eat a tiny bit of lasagna; it was soft and I thought I might be able to handle it.
I slipped the bit of tomato sauce covered pasta into my mouth, leaning my head back to keep it from falling out. Moving my tongue around slowly smashed the pasta to the point where I could swallow, but it was impossible to do so. It is very difficult to swallow when wearing a ring gag. I tilted my head back, poured a little water into my mouth and tried to make the food go down. At first I thought it was working but then I choked. Water bubbled up and over my chin. I managed to get the food down, but the experiment wasn't encouraging.The others were talking, and I was sitting pretending to be part of the group, but unable to participate. I felt terribly alone.
"Tell us about your new project, Siobhan. I hear you are bolstering security there." Steve was either being naive in asking me to talk, or deliberately cruel.
"Talk to Steve, Siobhan," Jason prompted.
I raised my head and did my best. "Eee haa a uuu i hi... inter...erance ecknology ee are de loying..."
I spoke slowly and deliberately. When I was finished, I broke into silent tears. I doubt if anyone had understood more than a tenth of what I had said. The only reason to have me speak was to force me to demonstrate my shameful condition.After that episode, my drooling became uncontrollable. The ring was stimulating the inside of my mouth, making it think there was food there that needed to be chewed and digested. Saliva gathered in my mouth and began dribbling over onto my chin. I used my napkin to wipe, over and over again, but it was obvious what was happening.
I had one sip of wine, one small piece of lasagna, and nothing else during the dinner. When it was over, I helped clear the table and then Diane and I joined the men in the living room, bringing them coffee. My jaw was throbbing by now. It was incredible how one small restraint device such as a ring gag had caused me such humiliation and discomfort.
After a half hour or so, the talk between the men and Diane turned to sensual topics. Steve described the latest scene he and Diane had created; Diane indicated she enjoyed it a lot except for some clamps that had cut the skin and left marks. I was saying nothing, simply sitting and listening, trying to keep from drooling all over my nice dress."Siobhan, I know you can't participate much in the conversation, but perhaps you can find some way to be a part of the group," Jason said. I looked at him miserably, not knowing what he had in mind.
"If you can't talk, maybe you can provide some other form of stimulation for the company."
Oh. Now I understood. Slowly, I slid down from my chair and onto my knees in front of Jason.
"No, let's take care of our good host, first."
Drool dripping from my chin as I moved over in front of Steve. This would be the third time I had given Steve a blow job. Steve unzipped and pulled out his semi-flaccid cock. Maneuvering my head down, I managed to get it into my mouth and began a slow but steady back and forth motion. I couldn't use my lips, but my tongue was free and I did my best. It took about a minute and Steve was rock hard, his cock sliding down my throat.
"She has really learned to deep throat it, hasn't she?" Steve panted as I moved back and forth in front of him.
"Yep. I have trained her myself, gradually, in a number of areas. I am proud of how she is growing," Jason answered him. "Put your hands behind your back, Siobhan."I kept my hands clasped behind me while Jason and Diane watched as I continued to shove my head down on Steve's cock, letting my tongue and throat slide over his hard, engorged flesh. A few minutes later I felt him tense and suddenly pull out. I closed my eyes, knowing what was coming. Hot, slimy fluid suddenly shot over my face, getting into my hair and even up one nostril.
I sat back on my heels and waited for further instructions as Steve wiped himself clean and zipped up. His semen very slowly slid down my face. Finally, I shifted over to where Jason sat, offering my wide open mouth to him.
"No, no, Siobhan. Not just now. Please provide some entertainment for Diane. I am sure she worked very hard on the wonderful meal tonight."
I wasn't sure how Diane felt about this, but I knew it would be easier for me. Diane unzipped her pants and pulled them down around her ankles, spreading her knees and exposed herself for me. I reached up and pulled her panties down, and then used my tongue to begin exploring her soft folds of flesh. She tasted good, better than Steve. I knew how to make her feel good, and in no time she was moaning and panting as the guys watched her writhe under my ministrations. She came loudly, grabbing my head.When it was over, Diane looked down at me with a bit of embarrassment herself. I knew she felt like she had used me and contributed to my debasement. I knew she was merely following Steve's wishes and frankly, I enjoyed every minute I had with her. I didn't get to play with women nearly often enough and I had a bit of a crush on Diane.
The rest of the evening was calm. Jason never had me do him, instead the others talked a while and then Jason excused us and we walked back across the street to our own house. Steve's semen was dried on my face, so when I got back inside the house I went to wash it off. I came back out of the bathroom, removed my clothes and presented myself to Jason to have the gag removed.
"We aren't done quite yet, Siobhan. Kneel." Jason was sitting on the sofa, and I knelt before him, reached out and unzipped him and pulled out his large, throbbing member. He wrapped his hands around my head and plunged deep.
Steve had been polite; I wasn't his property, I was Jason's, and he didn't abuse the privilege of having me suck him off. Jason went at it like an animal, pushing his cock as deeply down my throat as he could. His balls pressed against my chin and my nose smashed against his abdomen.I have practiced deep throating, but it is still difficult. I choked as the rod of flesh filled my throat, pressing my tonsils and uvula. Jason pulled most of the way out, allowing me a breath as he let my lips surround the head of his penis, and then pushed in again, all the way. I choked again and couldn't breathe. My stomach was reacting, automatically trying to churn up it's contents (thank goodness I hadn't eaten anything). As he pulled out again, a little slime from my stomach came up.
In mid-gasp, Jason plunged in again, not giving me time for a full breath.
He continued to face fuck me like this, pushing me to my limits. I gasped for breath each time he allowed it, but I struggled in place. I couldn't help it, my body was beginning to cry out for air and vomit kept rising to my throat. Jason stopped for a moment, took a pair of handcuffs from a drawer in a side table, and cuffed my wrists behind my back. He then slid into my mouth again through the ring gag and continued, holding my head firmly, pushing in and out, his cock sliding well down my throat.Tears streamed down my face and slime dripped from my mouth and nose, a mixture of snot and vomit. Breathing was a luxury, to be grasped as quickly as possible. He pounded away, pushing in and out, sometimes deeper, sometimes pulling out to allow my tongue to stimulate his cock head. I did the best I could but I had basically been reduced to a piece of meat with a hole and breasts bouncing to his thrusts.
Just when I thought I would pass out, he pushed deep and his cock pulsed in my mouth as his semen pumped out and down my throat. I didn't have to swallow, my throat was held open and the cum slid down easily.
He pulled out, and I gasped for air. When he let go of my head, I simply slumped over and then lay on my side on the carpet, trying to catch my breath.
Finally, he unlocked the cuffs, and removed the gag. He was tender with me. I had been punished, and taken it like the good whore slave I was. I was proud to have gotten through it, and rested my head on his lap as he stroked my hair.
Later that night we took a shower together to clean up, playing intimately and enjoying each other's bodies. I slept safe in his arms, content that I was his.
Yes Mistress Pt 2
Brad's brain was in shock. He didn't even remember driving home. All weekend, his mind was fixated on Veronica's panty covered cunt. Her scent mixed with expensive perfume had put a spell on him. His poor cock was constantly stiff, but there was nothing he could do about it. His underwear kept getting precum on it from his constant arousal.
He'd never thought of himself as submissive in any way, yet here he was, turned on beyond belief by his encounter at the office Friday night. He wondered what lay in store for him on Monday.
The chastity belt was painful on his stiff cock, but he quickly got used to it and to peeing sitting down. It was strange to sit down and pee and then have to dab at his penis after with toilet tissue rather than just shaking his cock. It all made him feel so feminine and weak and knowing Veronica had forced him to do these things was somehow a turn on as well. She wasn't even there and yet she was in complete control of him, right down to his bodily functions.
Monday at work he wasn't sure what to expect. Veronica came in a little late and walked right past his desk as if she didn't even know him. Had she forgotten already? Was that experience so little and meaningless to her that she had not given it any thought?
Every time her office door opened, Brad's head would snap around and look, but he was never called over or even aknowledged.
The day came and went and Brad slowly packed his things at the end of the day, thinking he'd be called into Veronica's office. After lollygagging for ten mintues, he gave up and started to leave when he heard her office door open up. There was female laughter from the doorway as Melissa, Veronica's secretary said something as she walked out and closed the door. She looked his way and Brad thought he saw a smirk on her face, but wasn't sure.
Oh, Brad, you're still here? Is there something you needed?
Oh, um. No. Is Veronica still here?
No, she's gone for the day.
But I thought I just heard her laughing with you.
No, as far as you're concerned she is gone for the day. Don't disturb her.
But, I wanted to ask her somethi...
Uh, uh! It's been a long day for Ms Sutton. You go on home Brad, whatever it is can wait til morning.
But, but...
Melissa's stern look told Brad he shouldn't question her and he didn't want to get her in any trouble so he gave up.
Have a good night Melissa.
OK, thanks, you too.
The rest of the week went the same way with Veronica ignoring poor Brad every day.
Finally on Thursday, Melissa was walking out and walked past Brad's desk almost all the way to the elevators. She stopped and turned around.
Oh, I almost forgot to tell you Brad, Veronica asked me to send you in to her office before you leave tonight.
He tried to hide his excitement, "Oh, OK, thanks, I'll head over before I leave."
"Finally!", Brad thought to himself. The belt was starting to really chafe him.
Brad knocked on the office door. He could hear Veronica on the phone inside, but not what was being said.
He waited for what seemed like over a minute and there was no answer so he knocked again. There was no answer, just a female voice in conversation. It sounded casual as there was some laughter. Just when he was about to knock again he heard Veronica again.
"Yes?"
Uh, it's me Ms Sutton. Brad, uh Bradley.
Who?
Uh Bradley, Bradley Porter from the G2 projections group.
Oh, Bradley! Sure come on in.
He opened the door and walked in.
Veronica sat at her desk doing something on her computer and ignoring him.
He walked up to the other side of her desk and stood there, waiting to be invited to sit.
She took her time. The finally looked at him with a blank but stern condescending look, then turned back to the computer screen.
Yes, Brandon, was there something you needed?
Oh, uh, it's Bradley Ma'am. I was told you wanted to see me?
Oh? Oh, yes, that's correct. You're on the G2 projections group, correct?
Yes Ma'am.
Do you have the sales projection for Q4 of next half?
Not yet Ma'am. We haven't gotten that far along yet. We still need a few numbers.
I see, well then you are dismissed. Thank you Brian.
Um, Brad Ma'am.
Right Bradley. Thank you Bradley, you may go home now.
Thank you Ma'am. Um, uh, Ma'am, I did have a question.
Without looking up, she asked "Yes? What is it Brian? I'm quite busy right now."
Ma'am, last Friday...about last Friday night.
Yes, What about last Friday night?
Ma'am you had me put on an "article of clothing". Brad gestured making quote signs with his fingers.
Article of clothing? What on Earth are you talking about?
The chasitity belt ma'am, I'm still wearing it.
Veronica finally looked over at him, "Chastity belt? Hmm. Oh yes, that's right."
She looked back at her computer again. "I'd forgotten all about it. You may remove it now."
I don't have the key Ma'am.
Well, Why the hell not? Do you expect me to do everything for you? Am I your Mommy?
No Ma'am.
"Perhaps I'll have you call me "mother" from now since you're such a sissy momma's boy." She said laughing.
Yes, ma'am.
What?
I mean, yes mother.
That's better sissy.
May I have the key to the belt ma'am, mother, ma'am.
Veronica smirked, she was enjoying her complete domination over this cuck. It hadn't even taken all that long to break him.
You're such a cry baby. How long have you been wearing that thing?
Almost a week ma'am, I mean Mother.
That's nothing. Any wimp could handle that! And any real man would have taken it off long ago. Actually a real man would never have put it on in the first place.
You look anxious Brian. Are you in pain right now? Is it because you've gotten an erection?
Brad suddenly realized his cock was indeed hard again.
Yes mother.
Yes mother what?
"Yes, mother, I have an erection." he said with his face beet red from embarrassment.
Tsk, I can imagine that might be painful in that belt. Too bad.
Please, the belt is starting to chafe my skin.
"Oh, poor baby!" She said taunting Brad. "Why don't you beg for mommy? Maybe you can convince me of how bad you want the belt off."
Please mommy, please take the belt off for me.
Why should I?
I promise, I'll be good. I'll do whatever you want, please mommy please.
Veronica was really enjoying breaking this cuck sissy. She stood up and pointed with her manicured finger, signaling Brad to kneel before her.
He obediently kneeled down with his hands clasped in front of him.
This looks familiar. Oh yes, now I remember. You've done this before haven't you Brian.
Yes, ma'am, mother.
Get down on all fours like a dog.
Brad got down immediately.
Veronica's pussy was boiling from the power lust she was feeling having wimpy Bradley follow her every command. She pulled up her $1200 skirt and revealed her garter belt with matching panties and band top nylons. She curled her finger, motioning Brad to come forward.
"Nuzzle up to Mommy's cunt." she said pointing at the moistened crotch of her panties.
More to Cum....
Brad's brain was in shock. He didn't even remember driving home. All weekend, his mind was fixated on Veronica's panty covered cunt. Her scent mixed with expensive perfume had put a spell on him. His poor cock was constantly stiff, but there was nothing he could do about it. His underwear kept getting precum on it from his constant arousal.
He'd never thought of himself as submissive in any way, yet here he was, turned on beyond belief by his encounter at the office Friday night. He wondered what lay in store for him on Monday.
The chastity belt was painful on his stiff cock, but he quickly got used to it and to peeing sitting down. It was strange to sit down and pee and then have to dab at his penis after with toilet tissue rather than just shaking his cock. It all made him feel so feminine and weak and knowing Veronica had forced him to do these things was somehow a turn on as well. She wasn't even there and yet she was in complete control of him, right down to his bodily functions.
Monday at work he wasn't sure what to expect. Veronica came in a little late and walked right past his desk as if she didn't even know him. Had she forgotten already? Was that experience so little and meaningless to her that she had not given it any thought?
Every time her office door opened, Brad's head would snap around and look, but he was never called over or even aknowledged.
The day came and went and Brad slowly packed his things at the end of the day, thinking he'd be called into Veronica's office. After lollygagging for ten mintues, he gave up and started to leave when he heard her office door open up. There was female laughter from the doorway as Melissa, Veronica's secretary said something as she walked out and closed the door. She looked his way and Brad thought he saw a smirk on her face, but wasn't sure.
Oh, Brad, you're still here? Is there something you needed?
Oh, um. No. Is Veronica still here?
No, she's gone for the day.
But I thought I just heard her laughing with you.
No, as far as you're concerned she is gone for the day. Don't disturb her.
But, I wanted to ask her somethi...
Uh, uh! It's been a long day for Ms Sutton. You go on home Brad, whatever it is can wait til morning.
But, but...
Melissa's stern look told Brad he shouldn't question her and he didn't want to get her in any trouble so he gave up.
Have a good night Melissa.
OK, thanks, you too.
The rest of the week went the same way with Veronica ignoring poor Brad every day.
Finally on Thursday, Melissa was walking out and walked past Brad's desk almost all the way to the elevators. She stopped and turned around.
Oh, I almost forgot to tell you Brad, Veronica asked me to send you in to her office before you leave tonight.
He tried to hide his excitement, "Oh, OK, thanks, I'll head over before I leave."
"Finally!", Brad thought to himself. The belt was starting to really chafe him.
Brad knocked on the office door. He could hear Veronica on the phone inside, but not what was being said.
He waited for what seemed like over a minute and there was no answer so he knocked again. There was no answer, just a female voice in conversation. It sounded casual as there was some laughter. Just when he was about to knock again he heard Veronica again.
"Yes?"
Uh, it's me Ms Sutton. Brad, uh Bradley.
Who?
Uh Bradley, Bradley Porter from the G2 projections group.
Oh, Bradley! Sure come on in.
He opened the door and walked in.
Veronica sat at her desk doing something on her computer and ignoring him.
He walked up to the other side of her desk and stood there, waiting to be invited to sit.
She took her time. The finally looked at him with a blank but stern condescending look, then turned back to the computer screen.
Yes, Brandon, was there something you needed?
Oh, uh, it's Bradley Ma'am. I was told you wanted to see me?
Oh? Oh, yes, that's correct. You're on the G2 projections group, correct?
Yes Ma'am.
Do you have the sales projection for Q4 of next half?
Not yet Ma'am. We haven't gotten that far along yet. We still need a few numbers.
I see, well then you are dismissed. Thank you Brian.
Um, Brad Ma'am.
Right Bradley. Thank you Bradley, you may go home now.
Thank you Ma'am. Um, uh, Ma'am, I did have a question.
Without looking up, she asked "Yes? What is it Brian? I'm quite busy right now."
Ma'am, last Friday...about last Friday night.
Yes, What about last Friday night?
Ma'am you had me put on an "article of clothing". Brad gestured making quote signs with his fingers.
Article of clothing? What on Earth are you talking about?
The chasitity belt ma'am, I'm still wearing it.
Veronica finally looked over at him, "Chastity belt? Hmm. Oh yes, that's right."
She looked back at her computer again. "I'd forgotten all about it. You may remove it now."
I don't have the key Ma'am.
Well, Why the hell not? Do you expect me to do everything for you? Am I your Mommy?
No Ma'am.
"Perhaps I'll have you call me "mother" from now since you're such a sissy momma's boy." She said laughing.
Yes, ma'am.
What?
I mean, yes mother.
That's better sissy.
May I have the key to the belt ma'am, mother, ma'am.
Veronica smirked, she was enjoying her complete domination over this cuck. It hadn't even taken all that long to break him.
You're such a cry baby. How long have you been wearing that thing?
Almost a week ma'am, I mean Mother.
That's nothing. Any wimp could handle that! And any real man would have taken it off long ago. Actually a real man would never have put it on in the first place.
You look anxious Brian. Are you in pain right now? Is it because you've gotten an erection?
Brad suddenly realized his cock was indeed hard again.
Yes mother.
Yes mother what?
"Yes, mother, I have an erection." he said with his face beet red from embarrassment.
Tsk, I can imagine that might be painful in that belt. Too bad.
Please, the belt is starting to chafe my skin.
"Oh, poor baby!" She said taunting Brad. "Why don't you beg for mommy? Maybe you can convince me of how bad you want the belt off."
Please mommy, please take the belt off for me.
Why should I?
I promise, I'll be good. I'll do whatever you want, please mommy please.
Veronica was really enjoying breaking this cuck sissy. She stood up and pointed with her manicured finger, signaling Brad to kneel before her.
He obediently kneeled down with his hands clasped in front of him.
This looks familiar. Oh yes, now I remember. You've done this before haven't you Brian.
Yes, ma'am, mother.
Get down on all fours like a dog.
Brad got down immediately.
Veronica's pussy was boiling from the power lust she was feeling having wimpy Bradley follow her every command. She pulled up her $1200 skirt and revealed her garter belt with matching panties and band top nylons. She curled her finger, motioning Brad to come forward.
"Nuzzle up to Mommy's cunt." she said pointing at the moistened crotch of her panties.
More to Cum....
Yes Mistress pt 1
A few months ago Bradley had been the picture of success. He had the big house, a Lexus in the driveway and of course a beautiful wife. From the outside his life seemed so perfect. The reality though, was that he'd bought in above his head. The real estate bubble brought his finances to the brink of bankruptcy. Soon the luxury car was repossessed and everything that could be sold was gone. He still had Erica and the house though and he vowed he was not going to lose those, no matter what.
At work he began to notice that things were not going well either. The rumors were all around, lay offs and cuts. Everyone was panicking, what would happen? Veronica from corporate HQ had been transferred there a few months ago and word was she was there to slash budgets and get the division profitable again. She had a reputation as a ball buster. Everyone at the office was kissing her ass hoping to keep their jobs.
Then came black Friday. Pink slips were waiting on people's desks when they walked in. Brad's desk had a letter as well. He sat down and took a deep breath as he listened to the sobbing and consoling going on in the cubes around him. He just sat there thinking about what this might mean to him and Erica. They'd lose the house for sure. With everything gone, would she leave too?
His hands were shaking as he opened the envelope. To his relief, he didn't see blue inside (pink slips were always on blue papers at this place). He took the letter out and read it. It basically said that the company was doing cuts and that people should be respectful of their coworkers. His department was primarily safe because they were currently working on a project.
When he got home he wasn't sure what to tell Erica or even if he should tell her anything. He decided to wait and see how things went in the near future.
A few weeks passed and with the smaller staff, everyone got to know Veronica a lot better. Her reputation as a hard ass was well deserved. Gone were many of the perks that they'd become used to in the office. Snacks, bottled waters, espresso, even the gym memberships got cancelled.
Late on a Thursday, Erica came storming into the office. She walked right past Brad's desk and gave him the evil eye. He got up and started following her, trying not to make a scene. She got to Veronica's secretary and said something, then was immediately let into the office. Not wanting anyone to notice Brad hung back and watched. She was in there for about a half hour and by then Brad had returned to his desk. Erica walked up to Brad and she actually looked happy. She told him not to worry and that she'd taken care of everything and would explain tonight when he got home.
That night, she told him how her personal trainer at the gym, Eugene, had told her about all the layoffs at Brad's work and that the rumor was that Brad's team was to be let go this Friday. Erica decided to get a jump on everyone else and had gone down there to plead their case with Veronica before she'd made her final decisions. Veronica had told Erica that Brad was indeed to be laid off on Friday. Erica told Veronica about their financial situation and how they were basically barely keeping afloat. It seemed that Erica's tears had melted a soft spot into Veronica somehow, because she agreed not to fire Brad, but he'd have to take a severe pay cut. Doing the math, they figured they'd be able to keep up the house payments and he'd have to bring lunch everyday and take the bus to work which meant he'd be walking almost two miles to the bus stop each day. He didn't like it, but there was really nothing else he could do, there just were no other jobs around that would pay even what he'd be getting after the cut.
Erica and Brad were OK at first, but Erica was used to being able to buy cute clothes and just about anything she'd wanted. Now her life wasn't much fun anymore. They began to fight about money almost daily. Eugene got her a job at the gym as the towel girl, doing the laundry twice a week. By doing this she was able to keep her membership going for free and make a small amount of money, which helped out a lot. The happiness didn't last long though.
One day Brad came home from work and Erica wasn't home. When he went upstairs he noticed the dresser drawers were dumped and closet was open and all her things were gone. There was a note that basically said she couldn't take it anymore and needed to get away. It didn't say where she went or when she'd be back. Brad was angry and hurt, but there was nothing he could do. He tried calling her, but she never answered. That bitch, she's probably over at Eugene's place right now, sucking his cock and fucking him!
Things got worse. Everyone at work hated Brad because in their eyes he'd snaked his way into staying at his job and Marcy, a pregnant woman had been fired instead and lost her insurance. Because of that she'd lost her home too and was now living with her husband and family in her parents garage. He felt so alone and sad.
Veronica called him into her office at the end of the week before he took off. He was the last one there, but she told him to shut the door behind him.
Sit down Bradley.
He sat in the chair.
Brad, I think you're a fine worker. You've done well by this company.
Thank you Ms. Sutton.
Well, don't thank me Brad. I'm afraid I have a bit of bad news for you. It seems that corporate is asking for yet another round of lay offs. I'm sorry, but you are going to have to be let go.
No, please! I'll lose my house. It's the only thing I have left. Erica left me, I've got nothing.
Veronica seemed to have a slight smirk on her face, although he wasn't sure.
Please, Ms Sutton, I'll do anything, anything. I'll work harder. I'll work 15 hours a day. I'll do the work of three people.
Brad, you just don't understand, do you? There is just no money left in the budget. Even if I kept you you'd need to take yet another pay cut.
I'll do it, I'll take another cut.
It would need to be severe Brad. Are you sure that's what you want?
Yes, please. I need this.
There are lots of other people working here who deserve this just as much as you do Bradley.
I know and I appreciate this so much.
Ah, ah Bradley. I didn't say you had the job yet.
What? I don't understand.
Brad, you grovel very well. Why don't you get on your knees and beg for your job? Go on, get down there and beg.
Brad was shocked at this request. WTF? He resisted at first, but then realized he was powerless and if this is what it took, he'd do it.
Brad knelt on the floor and clasped his hands in front of him and looked up at Veronica in her fancy office chair.
Go on, beg.
Please may I have the job?
You're going to have to do better than that Bradley, MUCH better. Perhaps if you were on all fours, you know like a dog. Yes, let's try that, shall we?
Brad hated this, but resisted the urge to get up and leave. He got down on all fours and was now looking directly up Veronica's skirt. He could see her two hundred dollar panties up past her smooth stocking covered creamy legs.
Brad, are you trying to see up my skirt? You little perverted twit! I should fire you right on the spot!
No! Please I wasn't trying to, I mean, I wouldn't. Uh, NO, please!
"Are you saying you don't find me attractive Bradley?" Veronica asked, toying with her prey.
No, I mean yes. I mean, I think you're attractive.
So then you were trying to see up my skirt?
No, Yes.
Well, what is it? Yes or No Bradley? It's a simple question.
Bradley answered meekly in a barely audible level, "yes, I was trying to look up your skirt maam."
There, now that wasn't so hard now was it? All I wanted was the truth. So that means that you find me attractive doesn't it Bradley.
Yes ma'am.
Brad suddenly realized it'd been weeks since he'd even thought about anything sexual. He also realized that his cock was rock hard in his pants.
Veronica stood up from her chair and pulled her skirt up revealing her panties and a pretty garter belt holding up her stockings. Is this what you wanted to see Bradley? I bet it was.
In all his stress, Brad had failed to notice how truly hot Veronica was. She had long brown hair, a very pretty face and a nice figure.
She walked closer to him and stood with her legs spread shoulder width. Her panty covered cunt was inches from his face. He wanted to taste her so badly at this moment. She inched forward and shoved her crotch right in his face.
I bet you want that pussy, don't you Bradley?
Yes, ma'am.
Who's pussy do you want Bradley?
Your pussy ma'am.
That's a good boy.
Brad tried to put his hands on Veronica's legs, but she slapped him hard in the face.
"Don't you touch me unless I tell you bitch!" She scolded, wagging her finger in his face.
Brad looked up at her obediently.
Veronica walked back to her desk, opened a drawer and pulled something out. She tossed it on the floor in front of Brad.
Put it on.
Brad looked down and realized it was a chastity belt for men.
Brad hesitated.
I guess you don't want your job then. I guess you don't want to keep that house of yours or any chance of getting Erica back at all. Is that right?
No, I'll do it, I'll do it. Please don't fire me.
Brad stood up and slowly undid his pants. When he pulled his underwear down, Veronica leaned forward in her chair to get a better look. She smirked again, seeing his hard prick. Brad slipped the belt on over his hard cock. It was so tight, there was no way he'd be able to touch himself.
Very good Bradley. You'll be wearing this over the weekend.
What? How am I supposed to pee in this thing?
Well, you inferior male brain has caused you to put it on incorrectly.
Huh, what?
Do I have to spell it out for you? Bend your pathetic hard on down between your legs and tuck it there.
Brad tried to bend it down but it was so stiff it hurt.
Do it NOW bitch!
Brad forced his cock down between his legs. He put the belt back on over his cock and saw the opening at the bottom where he'd be peeing from.
There you see how it works now? You'll need to sit down to urinate from now on. Get used to it.
Veronica tossed a lock over to him.
Put it on.
Brad put the lock on the belt without hesitation. Veronica was pleased with his obedience.
All right, now that we've established who is boss, you may go home for the weekend.
To Be Continued...
A few months ago Bradley had been the picture of success. He had the big house, a Lexus in the driveway and of course a beautiful wife. From the outside his life seemed so perfect. The reality though, was that he'd bought in above his head. The real estate bubble brought his finances to the brink of bankruptcy. Soon the luxury car was repossessed and everything that could be sold was gone. He still had Erica and the house though and he vowed he was not going to lose those, no matter what.
At work he began to notice that things were not going well either. The rumors were all around, lay offs and cuts. Everyone was panicking, what would happen? Veronica from corporate HQ had been transferred there a few months ago and word was she was there to slash budgets and get the division profitable again. She had a reputation as a ball buster. Everyone at the office was kissing her ass hoping to keep their jobs.
Then came black Friday. Pink slips were waiting on people's desks when they walked in. Brad's desk had a letter as well. He sat down and took a deep breath as he listened to the sobbing and consoling going on in the cubes around him. He just sat there thinking about what this might mean to him and Erica. They'd lose the house for sure. With everything gone, would she leave too?
His hands were shaking as he opened the envelope. To his relief, he didn't see blue inside (pink slips were always on blue papers at this place). He took the letter out and read it. It basically said that the company was doing cuts and that people should be respectful of their coworkers. His department was primarily safe because they were currently working on a project.
When he got home he wasn't sure what to tell Erica or even if he should tell her anything. He decided to wait and see how things went in the near future.
A few weeks passed and with the smaller staff, everyone got to know Veronica a lot better. Her reputation as a hard ass was well deserved. Gone were many of the perks that they'd become used to in the office. Snacks, bottled waters, espresso, even the gym memberships got cancelled.
Late on a Thursday, Erica came storming into the office. She walked right past Brad's desk and gave him the evil eye. He got up and started following her, trying not to make a scene. She got to Veronica's secretary and said something, then was immediately let into the office. Not wanting anyone to notice Brad hung back and watched. She was in there for about a half hour and by then Brad had returned to his desk. Erica walked up to Brad and she actually looked happy. She told him not to worry and that she'd taken care of everything and would explain tonight when he got home.
That night, she told him how her personal trainer at the gym, Eugene, had told her about all the layoffs at Brad's work and that the rumor was that Brad's team was to be let go this Friday. Erica decided to get a jump on everyone else and had gone down there to plead their case with Veronica before she'd made her final decisions. Veronica had told Erica that Brad was indeed to be laid off on Friday. Erica told Veronica about their financial situation and how they were basically barely keeping afloat. It seemed that Erica's tears had melted a soft spot into Veronica somehow, because she agreed not to fire Brad, but he'd have to take a severe pay cut. Doing the math, they figured they'd be able to keep up the house payments and he'd have to bring lunch everyday and take the bus to work which meant he'd be walking almost two miles to the bus stop each day. He didn't like it, but there was really nothing else he could do, there just were no other jobs around that would pay even what he'd be getting after the cut.
Erica and Brad were OK at first, but Erica was used to being able to buy cute clothes and just about anything she'd wanted. Now her life wasn't much fun anymore. They began to fight about money almost daily. Eugene got her a job at the gym as the towel girl, doing the laundry twice a week. By doing this she was able to keep her membership going for free and make a small amount of money, which helped out a lot. The happiness didn't last long though.
One day Brad came home from work and Erica wasn't home. When he went upstairs he noticed the dresser drawers were dumped and closet was open and all her things were gone. There was a note that basically said she couldn't take it anymore and needed to get away. It didn't say where she went or when she'd be back. Brad was angry and hurt, but there was nothing he could do. He tried calling her, but she never answered. That bitch, she's probably over at Eugene's place right now, sucking his cock and fucking him!
Things got worse. Everyone at work hated Brad because in their eyes he'd snaked his way into staying at his job and Marcy, a pregnant woman had been fired instead and lost her insurance. Because of that she'd lost her home too and was now living with her husband and family in her parents garage. He felt so alone and sad.
Veronica called him into her office at the end of the week before he took off. He was the last one there, but she told him to shut the door behind him.
Sit down Bradley.
He sat in the chair.
Brad, I think you're a fine worker. You've done well by this company.
Thank you Ms. Sutton.
Well, don't thank me Brad. I'm afraid I have a bit of bad news for you. It seems that corporate is asking for yet another round of lay offs. I'm sorry, but you are going to have to be let go.
No, please! I'll lose my house. It's the only thing I have left. Erica left me, I've got nothing.
Veronica seemed to have a slight smirk on her face, although he wasn't sure.
Please, Ms Sutton, I'll do anything, anything. I'll work harder. I'll work 15 hours a day. I'll do the work of three people.
Brad, you just don't understand, do you? There is just no money left in the budget. Even if I kept you you'd need to take yet another pay cut.
I'll do it, I'll take another cut.
It would need to be severe Brad. Are you sure that's what you want?
Yes, please. I need this.
There are lots of other people working here who deserve this just as much as you do Bradley.
I know and I appreciate this so much.
Ah, ah Bradley. I didn't say you had the job yet.
What? I don't understand.
Brad, you grovel very well. Why don't you get on your knees and beg for your job? Go on, get down there and beg.
Brad was shocked at this request. WTF? He resisted at first, but then realized he was powerless and if this is what it took, he'd do it.
Brad knelt on the floor and clasped his hands in front of him and looked up at Veronica in her fancy office chair.
Go on, beg.
Please may I have the job?
You're going to have to do better than that Bradley, MUCH better. Perhaps if you were on all fours, you know like a dog. Yes, let's try that, shall we?
Brad hated this, but resisted the urge to get up and leave. He got down on all fours and was now looking directly up Veronica's skirt. He could see her two hundred dollar panties up past her smooth stocking covered creamy legs.
Brad, are you trying to see up my skirt? You little perverted twit! I should fire you right on the spot!
No! Please I wasn't trying to, I mean, I wouldn't. Uh, NO, please!
"Are you saying you don't find me attractive Bradley?" Veronica asked, toying with her prey.
No, I mean yes. I mean, I think you're attractive.
So then you were trying to see up my skirt?
No, Yes.
Well, what is it? Yes or No Bradley? It's a simple question.
Bradley answered meekly in a barely audible level, "yes, I was trying to look up your skirt maam."
There, now that wasn't so hard now was it? All I wanted was the truth. So that means that you find me attractive doesn't it Bradley.
Yes ma'am.
Brad suddenly realized it'd been weeks since he'd even thought about anything sexual. He also realized that his cock was rock hard in his pants.
Veronica stood up from her chair and pulled her skirt up revealing her panties and a pretty garter belt holding up her stockings. Is this what you wanted to see Bradley? I bet it was.
In all his stress, Brad had failed to notice how truly hot Veronica was. She had long brown hair, a very pretty face and a nice figure.
She walked closer to him and stood with her legs spread shoulder width. Her panty covered cunt was inches from his face. He wanted to taste her so badly at this moment. She inched forward and shoved her crotch right in his face.
I bet you want that pussy, don't you Bradley?
Yes, ma'am.
Who's pussy do you want Bradley?
Your pussy ma'am.
That's a good boy.
Brad tried to put his hands on Veronica's legs, but she slapped him hard in the face.
"Don't you touch me unless I tell you bitch!" She scolded, wagging her finger in his face.
Brad looked up at her obediently.
Veronica walked back to her desk, opened a drawer and pulled something out. She tossed it on the floor in front of Brad.
Put it on.
Brad looked down and realized it was a chastity belt for men.
Brad hesitated.
I guess you don't want your job then. I guess you don't want to keep that house of yours or any chance of getting Erica back at all. Is that right?
No, I'll do it, I'll do it. Please don't fire me.
Brad stood up and slowly undid his pants. When he pulled his underwear down, Veronica leaned forward in her chair to get a better look. She smirked again, seeing his hard prick. Brad slipped the belt on over his hard cock. It was so tight, there was no way he'd be able to touch himself.
Very good Bradley. You'll be wearing this over the weekend.
What? How am I supposed to pee in this thing?
Well, you inferior male brain has caused you to put it on incorrectly.
Huh, what?
Do I have to spell it out for you? Bend your pathetic hard on down between your legs and tuck it there.
Brad tried to bend it down but it was so stiff it hurt.
Do it NOW bitch!
Brad forced his cock down between his legs. He put the belt back on over his cock and saw the opening at the bottom where he'd be peeing from.
There you see how it works now? You'll need to sit down to urinate from now on. Get used to it.
Veronica tossed a lock over to him.
Put it on.
Brad put the lock on the belt without hesitation. Veronica was pleased with his obedience.
All right, now that we've established who is boss, you may go home for the weekend.
To Be Continued...
