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   WARNINGS: ADULTS ONLY!  This story depicts consensual sexual activity
between men and women, or women and women.  Some of the participants in the
story may be under the age of 18.  If you are too young to read about sex
in your legal jurisdiction, please do not read this.  The law says teens
should remain in ignorance of the thing they think about the most.  If that
makes sense to you please write and tell me how it does because it sounds
just insane to me.



   The Worst Boss in America





   The three women met after work at Gilhooley's Bar and Grill.  Donna was
steaming, "That sexist, egotistical, lying, hypocritical bigot..."

   "So, tell us something we don't know," Sheila said in response.  Yolanda
nodded in sympathy with Donna.

   Their drinks showed up and each woman took a big swig before continuing
with the conversation.  "What are we going to do about Mr.  Thurston S. 
Peterson III?"

   "What did he do this time?" Yolanda asked.  "I saw him call you into his
office.  The door was closed for so long."

   "Well, let's see, after discussing his sex life, fiction I'm sure.  What
woman would let him near her?" The three laughed before Donna continued,
"He did the old elevator eyes, starting at my feet and slowly rising until
they caught on my tits.  They never did get higher than that.  I wonder if
Thurston could even say what color my hair is."

   "I know he could me.  He keeps telling me that, `Red hair means fire in
the bedroom.'" Sheila said.

   Yolanda commiserated, "Yes, he never looks higher than my breasts.  All
of the time he is staring at them."

   Donna leaned in, "Yeah, but you have plenty to stare at.  I don't have
anything to bother with."

   Yolanda blushed as the girls laughed, "Oh, you two.  I can't help it if
my bosom is so larger.  All of my aunts, they are the same."

   Sheila said, "I don't think it matters how big you are.  I don't have
much up top and Junior is always staring at my boobs."

   Donna looked at Sheila with a bit of envy.  Sheila was a tall willowy
redhead, a sort of Nicole Kidman with intelligence.  Donna was a short
brunette who would never stand out in a crowd.  She was on the wrong side
of thirty and was carrying too many pounds for her frame.  Donna should
have been a soccer mom somewhere, ferrying the kids around and not worrying
about catching an eligible guy, so she could start her family as she was
now.  She had always gotten by on her brains rather than her looks.

   Yolanda took a sip and said, "One time, he asked me on a date.  Of
course, I said to him, 'No.' He said he was going to call the INS if I
didn't go.  I was so mad.  I came here to college on a visa.  I have a work
visa!  In another year I'll have my green card.  Then Mr.  Peterson, he can
shove his job up his..." Yolanda was smoldering now.

   "That shit head," Donna said.  "Too bad his dad owns the company.  Any
other place he would have been fired long ago."

   Sheila suddenly smiled, "Maybe we could send our story to that Worst
Boss in America contest.  Who could possibly be worse than Thurston?"

   They all agreed, then Donna put her chin on her hand.  "What if they
trace it to us?  He'd fire us in a second," Yolanda and Sheila glumly
nodded.

   "If only we could get a witness," Donna said.  "But the bastard is
always so careful.  He always has the door to his office closed when he
harasses us."

   "Maybe we could record him, you know, like the stings on the TV,"
Yolanda volunteered.

   "It's against company policy even having a recording device at work,
because of the sensitive nature of the business.  Even if we got him fired,
we'd get fired for having the recording device at work," Donna concluded.

   The three continued working on their drinks.  Suddenly, Donna sat
straight up.  Her eyes were bright and a malevolent smile creased her face.


   Sheila saw the look and shook her head, "Oh no.  I've seen that look
before.  Donna, we can't kill him."

   Donna smirked, "Oh no, this is much better." She motioned the girls in
so she could whisper in the noisy bar.  An occasional, "Oh no," and "You're
kidding!" arose from the three.  Finally, they all sat back.  Donna
smiling, Yolanda looking shocked, and Sheila looking pensive.

   After a bit, Sheila said.  "The bastard deserves it.  I'm in."

   Yolanda looked from Donna to Sheila and back, "Well, if they send me
home at least I have the college degree."

   "Good," said Donna.  "This is what we do..."

   *****

   It was the next Friday when the three women gathered in the room of an
upscale hotel after work.  Sheila and Yolanda looked nervous.  Donna simply
smiled.  "Don't worry, you two.  This will all work out fine.  It's a
weekend.  Nobody is going to miss Junior.  I checked to make sure he didn't
have any commitments all weekend.  He thought it was because I planned to
screw him silly."

   "You know he is coming?" Yolanda asked.

   Laughing, Donna told her, "When I asked him if he would meet me in a
hotel room after work, he nearly came just sitting in his chair.  I bet he
hasn't been laid since college." She looked around the room.  "Is
everything ready?"

   Sheila and Yolanda nodded.

   "He should be here anytime..." There was a knock on the door.  Sheila
and Yolanda nearly jumped out of their skins.  "Speaking of the devil,"
said Donna.  "Places, ladies..."

   Donna opened the door.  Thurston S.  Peterson III, scion of the
distinguished family, looked like an overanxious teenage boy about to get
laid for the very first time.  Donna almost had second thoughts as she
contemplated how vulnerable he was.  Then, all of the past slights, the
innuendos, the ribald jokes, the insults, all came back.  If only Thurston
had been just a little more humane.  But he hadn't been, and she wasn't
about to have any mercy.

   "Come in, Thurston.  May I call you Thurston?" Donna said leading him
into the room.

   "Of course, under the circumstances.  Now, back at the office we can't
have any undue familiarity.  No one else can know about...  this."

   Donna closed the door and stopped him.  She knelt in front of him and
slowly worked his belt loose.  She unzipped his pants, all the while
looking up at him, hunger reflected in her eyes.  He stared, watching,
unbelieving.  She worked his pants down around his ankles.  His cock, half
erect all day from thinking about this rendezvous, sprang to full erection.
Donna wrapped her hand around it.  Thurston closed his eyes...

   It was the moment they had been waiting for.  Sheila and Yolanda sprang
from concealment.  Each grabbed an arm and twisted them behind him.  Before
he even knew what hit him, the ladies had his hands cuffed together.  Donna
sprang up and shoved a ball gag in his mouth as he opened to howl his
protest.  Sheila secured it behind his head.

   That quickly, Thurston Peterson III, distinguished scion, was tied up
and immobilized.  All he could do was hop.  His eyes widened as the three
women moved into his line of sight.  Donna tore off her work dress
revealing a black rubber outfit that looked sinister.  It was cut away
revealing her shaven pussy to his view.

   Yolanda was all in black shiny leather, the outfit cut so that her large
tits were supported by leather straps, but on display, and the crotch was
cut away so that her hairy pussy was equally on display.  Yolanda held a
whip.

   Sheila had only chains covering her.  The women had argued, Sheila being
a bit nervous over being basically naked, but Donna was adamant that
Sheila's pale beauty should be fully on display to tantalize and tempt poor
Thurston.  Sheila held a wooden paddle.

   Donna reached out for his cock which, in fear, had receded almost to the
point of disappearing.  "This is it?  Thurston, this is it?  You've been
bragging about this little cock?  It's not even worth talking about," Donna
said leading him towards the bed.

   Thurston was humiliated as the girls laughed at his cock.  He turned
bright red.

   Donna pushed him onto his knees at the foot of the bed, then his face
and chest onto the bed.  They tied his knees to the bedposts.

   Yolanda and Sheila each took a rope, already in place, and tied them to
a wrist.  They grabbed the ropes ready to pull as Donna unlocked the cuffs.
Thurston resisted, but the women had all of their body weight available to
yank his arms towards the head of the bed.  They tied off the ropes with
the knot Donna had taught them.  Thurston was laid out his head turned to
the side; fear now showing.

   Donna nodded.  Yolanda and Sheila took their places to the sides of
Thurston.  Yolanda started, "You like to look at my tits.  Look then at
them, but take this." The whip cracked on his ass.

   Sheila winced at the sound of whip on flesh.  "So," she said causing
Thurston's head to turn towards her.  "Redheads are better in bed. 
Sometimes they are better out of bed," she said as the paddle descended
onto his other ass cheek, smack!  Thurston howled around the gag.

   Back and forth the two women went, reminding Thurston of some time he
had belittled, harassed, or humiliated them.  Each transgression was
followed with the whip or the paddle.  Whip, smack, whip, smack; it went on
and on.  His ass was turning a bright red, lashed on one side, a growing
round splotch on the other.

   Donna was nodding at his punishment.  She caught a glance of his cock.
It was erect, throbbing red, and the tip was glistening with pre-cum. 
Puzzled, Donna reached between his legs and felt for his shaft.  Her hand
wrapped around it, only to feel it pulse repeatedly.  `Shit, he's cumming,'
she thought, bewildered.

   She pulled her hand away seeing the glistening cum on it.  She went into
the bathroom to wash.  Yolanda and Sheila followed her.  "What is it?"
Sheila asked.

   "The son of a bitch came when I touched his cock."

   "Why did you do that?" Yolanda asked.

   "I saw he had a hardon.  I couldn't believe it.  I reached under to see
and as soon as I grabbed his cock, he started cumming, just like that," she
said.

   "Why?" asked Yolanda.

   "He must like it," Sheila said, the chains jingling as she moved.

   "Jesus," said Donna.  "What if he likes it?"

   "We have to stop," Sheila answered.

   "No!" Donna said vehemently.  "We have to finish." She looked at the two
women.  They nodded.  "Good.  Now, we let him stew in his juices.  Come
on."

   The three returned to the bedroom.  Thurston had recovered, though his
ass still glowed a darling shade of pink.  They untied his knees and forced
him to crawl onto the bed pulling the ropes tight as he did.  Then they
tied his feet back to the bed posts.  He was spread eagled on the bed.

   Donna had rented two interconnected rooms.  Sheila and Yolanda retired
to the other room, stripped off their outfits and showered before hitting
the beds.  Donna took the first shift, watching Thurston to make sure he
didn't try to undo the ropes.  He couldn't see her and didn't hear a sound.
Slowly, his hand felt the rope and tried to follow it to a knot.  Donna
took the whip, silently approached and with a furious stroke brought it
down on his ass, SMACK!

   Thurston howled around the gag; his whole body convulsed with the shock.
"You had better behave," Donna warned him before returning to her chair. 
There were no further sounds except an occasional sob from Thurston.  At
eleven, Donna woke Sheila who took her place.  Yolanda took the morning
shift.  She was there when he started to move.  She quickly woke Donna and
Sheila who dressed in their outfits as Yolanda struggled into the tight
leather.  "I have to lose some of this weight," she moaned.

   "You think you do?  Try getting into this stuff," Donna moaned as she
fought with the rubber outfit.

   "At least some of you is covered," Sheila lamented as she hung the
jangling chains over her lithe body.

   The three women went into the bedroom.  Thurston was awake and staring
helplessly at the bathroom.

   "Need to go to the bathroom, Junior?" Donna asked.  The junior was
especially humiliating since Thurston had fired one person who had the
impudence to call him that at the office.  Of course, it was immediately
his name when he wasn't around.

   His eyes pled with his tormentors.

   "How many times have you sent out a memo castigating people for taking
too many bathroom breaks?"

   They could see the panic in Thurston's eyes.  Inside they laughed. 
Donna motioned to Yolanda to get into the bathroom.  Then she got the first
of their toys so carefully selected.  It was a cbt toy - cock and ball
torture device.  She slipped it on and tightened it.  Thurston moaned.

   "Okay, here are the rules.  Are you listening?" she asked as she gave it
a twist.  He howled but nodded.  "Good.  You do exactly what we say or I
rip your cock and balls off.  Got it?" she asked with a little twist.

   Again he howled but quickly nodded agreement.

   They loosed his arms, now tingling asleep and basically useless anyway
and cuffed his hands behind his back.  They tied his feet together then had
him stand.  Donna led him by the balls, literally, to the bathroom hopping.
Inside she commanded him, "On your knees." He dropped.  "Head on the mat."
He bent forward his ass up in the air.  Donna gave him a quick lash with
the whip, swack.  "Now, slave, we need to make sure you get all cleaned
up."

   Yolanda had been in the bathroom and had prepared an enema, double
batch. The nozzle was already greased up.  As soon as his head hit the mat,
she stepped behind him and rammed the nozzle into his ass and loosed the
water to run in.  Thurston's eyes went wide as his bowels filled to
overflowing with the warm soapy liquid.

   Donna removed the cbt device so that he could pee.  He was in no shape
to fight them anyway.  They helped him sit on the toilet.  His eyes begged
them for the dignity of being alone.  They laughed.  "Hurry up, will you.
We don't have all day," Donna told him lightly smacking him with the whip.

   The pressure was too great to resist.  Like a dam bursting, his
sphincter opened and the flood poured from his bowels, cleaning him
completely.  He sighed in pleasure as the pressure released.

   Done, he looked at the paper but he could not reach it with his hands
cuffed behind him.  Ho looked up at the women.

   "Poor baby, can't even wipe his own ass," Donna said.

   Thurston again blushed at the humiliation.

   Donna flicked the whip under his chin, then pointed to the floor.  "On
your knees, slave, head on the mat."

   Thurston complied, unable to do anything else.  Sheila took a washcloth
and cleaned his ass.  After she cleaned him, she took a wide rubber object,
already greased, and seated it on his ass.  With a quick push she inserted
the butt plug.  Thurston howled again as his ass was strained to accept the
wide object.  It was another step in his planned punishment for the day.

   Donna led Thurston back to the bed, barely hobbling from the intense
pressure of the plug in his ass.  The other girls secured him as they had
the day before.  They left him to stew in the awkward and humiliating
position.

   When they had been planning and preparing for Thurston's comeuppance,
the next phase they had planned had nearly derailed the entire operation.
Donna and Sheila had gone shopping at an adult store; Yolanda was unwilling
to even enter such a scandalous place.  Donna found a dildo that looked
like it been modeled after a horse.  She had wanted to use it on Thurston.
Sheila threatened to pull out fearing the thing would permanently ruin him
if not kill him and wind them up in jail.  They had settled on a strap on,
which while longer than a normal cock, was only as wide as the butt plug.
If he could take the plug, he surely could take the dildo.  Sheila had
finally agreed to that, with misgivings.

   They retired to the other room.  Donna put on the harness, the plastic
phallus bobbing in front of her.  Sheila laughed at the obscene sight. 
Donna grabbed the fake cock and pointed it at Yolanda.  "Come on baby. 
You've never seen a better one, have you?"

   Yolanda laughed but her breathing speeded up.  "I've never seen one."

   "A dildo?" Donna asked laughing.

   "No, a cock like that," Yolanda said.

   Donna was surprised, "You mean big?"

   "No, all long and hard," Yolanda said.

   "But you saw Thurston's," Donna said.

   "Only small," Yolanda said blushing.

   Sheila was also surprised, "Are you a virgin?" Yolanda nodded.

   Donna looked down at the cock in her hand.  A nasty perverse thought
entered her mind, but first she had something to do.  And Thurston had it
coming.  "You ready?" she asked Sheila who snapped back from some thoughts
she was having.

   "Sure, the asshole gets his comeuppance," Sheila said making all three
women laugh.

   Donna greased the plastic cock and settled behind Thurston.  Sheila had
the whip.  Thurston looked over his shoulder, "Please, no."

   Sheila smacked him hard.  "Shut up, worm.  Better yet," she said
whipping his ass several times, "Beg for it."

   "Nooo," he moaned as she continued whipping his asscheeks.

   "Yes, beg for it.  Say, please Mistress Donna.  Please fuck my ass..."

   Sheila nodded to Yolanda who picked up the paddle and joined in, SMACK!

   Thurston howled.

   "Quiet, worm!" Sheila commanded him with several vicious whippings. 
"Now, beg.  Please Mistress Donna, fuck my ass."

   She nodded and Yolanda smacked him hard.

   Thurston's strangled moan was music to their ears.  And another SMACK!

   "Again," Sheila said.

   Thurston yelped, "No more...  Please Mistress Donna, fuck my ass."

   The women shared a smile.  Sheila reached down and pulled the plug from
his ass.  The muscles were now used to being stretched open and froze that
way.  Donna pressed forward filling the gaping hole with the plastic cock.
Thurston moaned, but this moan didn't sound like pain as the plastic cock
slid deeply into him.

   Donna began fucking him as Sheila occasionally slapped his ass with the
whip.  This time she was in position to see his cock grow and throb.  She
couldn't believe he was enjoying this humiliation, but it was obvious that
he was.  Donna was really fucking him now working out her own hurts over
the past years.  Thurston moaned, his eyes squeezed shut.  Sheila bent down
and wrapped her hand around his throbbing cock.  It pulsed in her hand and
she watched as gob after gob of cum burst from it, pouring out onto the
floor.  Donna looked at her and Sheila said, "He's cumming."

   Stunned, Donna stopped as the last of his cum trickled out.  Thurston
was breathing hard.  Donna pulled the fake cock from his ass.  The three of
them went into the next room.  "He likes it," Donna said.  "We're supposed
to be punishing him and he likes it."

   Yolanda asked.  "He likes it?"

   Sheila smiled, "Dear, he's cumming.  Of course he likes it."

   "Sorry," Yolanda apologized.  "I've never been with a man.  I didn't
think a man would, cum, when you punished him."

   Donna looked stunned.  "What do we do?"

   This time it was Sheila who looked untroubled.  "I think we finish up
the weekend.  We may get a better outcome than we hoped for."

   The others looked unconvinced but this time it was Sheila who simply
smiled.

   "I'm hungry," Sheila said.  The others laughed in relief at the
ordinariness of her comment.  "I'll go get food.  You get our slave ready."
As Sheila dressed and slipped out the door, Donna and Yolanda had Thurston
get on the bed on his back.  They tied him spreadeagle again.  This time
they blindfolded him and put the cbt back on.  He moaned as Donna tightened
it just a little.

   Sheila returned with breakfast.  The girls ate quickly then fed Thurston
spoon by spoon as if he were a baby.  The other two making fun of him as
they did it.  He blushed red as they fed him.  He also started to get
erect, but the cbt made that painful.  They left him to wallow in the
slight pain, really discomfort, of the cbt as they watched television and
rehearsed the next step.

   After lunch, which again was spoon fed to Junior, the three gathered. 
"Time to pay back for all of those insults and barbs, worm."

   Yolanda blushed, "I've never..." she whispered to Sheila who shushed
her.

   "Just relax and do what we say.  He's tied down.  About time you learned
this stuff," Sheila whispered to the blushing Yolanda.

   Donna used the whip on Thurston's thighs leaving little red welts.  She
motioned to Yolanda who crawled up on the bed.  They had forced her not to
wash this morning so her aroma would be pungent.  She crawled over his
face, looked back at the girls, who motioned to her, do it.

   "Eat her pussy, worm.  Come on, stick out that tongue," Donna ordered.

   Yolanda sat down as he extended his tongue.  Yolanda yelped at the first
contact, surprised by it.  Thurston threw himself into it, overwhelmed by
the musky taste of the woman above him.  He had to fight his way through
her hairy bush, to find her pussy, redolent of woman.  His tongue danced
over her pussy, teasing then licking and circling her clitoris.

   Yolanda had never felt anything like this before.  Her head fell back as
she moaned from the extreme sensation pouring up out of her pussy.  She was
quickly flooded, Thurston tasting and lapping up the juices.  Sheila
watched in undisguised envy at the way Yolanda shuddered over his face. 
`Shit,' she thought.  `Maybe Donna is right about him never getting laid
but he sure seems to know what he's doing with that tongue.'

   Donna was about to whip him when Sheila shook her head.  "Let her
enjoy."

   He was in pain anyway as his cock tried to grow inside the cage.  He
worked to bring off the woman above him, licking, sucking, and kissing the
pussy suspended over his face.  He was covered with her juices as she
shuddered and moaned rubbing against his face.  Donna and Sheila watched,
their pussies getting itchy, as Yolanda reached her peak.  She started
cursing in Spanish only to fall over and lay panting beside him.  Sheila
couldn't stand it.  She bounced onto the bed and covered his face with her
pussy.

   He didn't miss a beat driving his tongue into her pussy and licking and
sucking.  Sheila looked at his cock, so constrained as it tried to grow. 
"Take it off," she told Donna.

   "We're supposed to be torturing him..."

   "Take it off...  Oh shit," she moaned as he drove her to new heights
with his tongue.

   Donna loosened the device and pulled it off.  His cock sprang to
erection freed from the prison of the cbt.  Yolanda watched in fascination
as Sheila grabbed his cock and guided it to her pussy.  She sank down as
the shaft disappeared inside.  "Oh God," she moaned.  She looked at Donna
and smiled, "His face is free and it's good."

   Watching the erotic show put on by Yolanda and Sheila, Donna was now
just as horny as the other two women.  Glad for the cutout crotch and the
time it saved, she mounted his face as he drove his tongue over her pussy.

   The chains jingled wildly as Sheila fucked herself on his cock.  Donna
moaned as Thurston drove her pussy to new delights with his manic tongue.
Sheila was first to hit her orgasm, shrieking as she climaxed.  Donna
followed, her juices gushing onto Junior's face below her.  They collapsed
into a heap.

   When they recovered, the three women went into their room.  Donna was
stunned.  The whole thing was turning out completely differently than she
had envisioned.  For one thing, she liked it.

   Sheila too, was in a quandary.  She found herself liking the dominant
role.  And she realized something the other two hadn't quite caught onto.
Thurston obviously liked the sub role.  She noticed that he had quit
resisting.  It wasn't just because he was tied up, but he was doing what
they wanted almost before they asked and doing it with enthusiasm.

   Yolanda, being the most na�ve of the three, was simply shocked at the
sex; shocked that it was happening and shocked that she had enjoyed what
had happened.  She knew she would like sex, when it finally happened, but
she was surprised at how she liked watching it when the other two women
were doing it.  She had nearly climaxed herself when Sheila and Donna had.

   The three women were quiet with their own thoughts.

   Sheila was dispatched for dinner.  Again they hand fed Thurston
commenting on how helpless he was.  Sheila noticed how his cock swelled as
they humiliated him.

   After dinner, she pulled Donna aside.  She whispered and Donna recoiled.
But Sheila was adamant.  She pulled Donna back into the room with Thurston.

   Sheila saw Thurston wriggling on the bed.  "What is it, worm?"

   "Mistress, I need to pee," he said.

   Sheila motioned to Donna and Yolanda to loosen the ropes but to hang
onto them just in case it was a ploy by Thurston.  "Sit up, worm, and put
your arms behind you."

   He did as ordered, allowing Sheila to cuff his wrists.  She had the
girls untie his hands and legs.  She took hold of his cock and balls and
led him to the bathroom, making him sit on the toilet.  "Go ahead, worm,"
she ordered.

   Thurston meekly complied.  After, Sheila led him back to the bed and he
allowed himself to be tied up.  Sheila pulled Donna aside.  "I think this
is working better than we had imagined."

   "Really?  What should we do next?" Donna asked.

   "I think it's your turn," Sheila said devilishly.  "Come on."

   She gave Donna the whip and whispered, "Castigate him like Yolanda did.
Use the whip but not too hard on his thighs."

   Donna stepped over to the bed.  She started on a list of all of the
times Junior had belittled her.  Once she got going, it just sort of became
a torrent.  She started using the whip as an exclamation point to each
complaint.  Sheila watched as his cock grew.  Sheila pointed to his cock
and the whip, motioning softly.

   Donna couldn't believe she meant it.  But she whipped his cock, not
hard, as she continued.  As she ran out of complaints, Sheila motioned for
Donna to climb on.  As Donna settled over his cock, Sheila grabbed his ear
and pulled it, "Worm, you better satisfy your mistress.  Make her happy or
else..."

   "Yes, Mistress," he said.

   As Donna began fucking herself on his cock, Sheila pinched his nipples.
"Make her happy, worm.  Don't you cum until I say..."

   Yolanda had watched the whole thing wide-eyed.  Sheila winked at her and
Yolanda nearly burst into laughter and spoiled the whole thing.  Sheila
shushed her.

   Donna had worked herself up and was close to climax as Sheila used the
whip on Thurston.  As Donna came Sheila whipped Thurston, "Come, worm."

   He did, filling Donna with his come, sending her over the top, "Oh
GODDDDD," she cried out as her climax filled her just as Thurston was
filling her with his cum.  Donna collapsed in a heap, all three breathing
hard.

   Donna crawled off to the bath and cleaned up as Sheila cleaned up
Thurston.  "Good worm," she said.

   The women went off to their room.  Yolanda and Donna were confused. 
Sheila understood what was happening.  "I think we found out exactly how to
control Thurston S.  Peterson III.  He is a sub.  He likes it.  We just
finish out the weekend.  I think we will be able to let him go without
using the blackmail we had planned on.  This will be even better."

   Donna was shaking her head, "I don't know.  He's been such a creep."

   Sheila was confident.  "We just keep abusing him.  By Sunday night, he's
ours.  And the best thing is he'll be a willing participant.  No danger
that the blackmail will be discovered."

   Donna and Yolanda shook their heads, not quite able to believe.  "Trust
me," Sheila said with a smug smile.

   And so it went.  Sheila or Donna would whip him to get him hard and
crawl on to get their jollies.  Or they'd spank him and jack his cock until
he came.  Poor Thurston must have cum twenty times by Sunday night.  He was
literally wasted.  It was also the most erotic thing he had ever
experienced.  It was as completely unexpected by him as it had been by the
women.

   He was also sure he was madly in lust with Sheila.  For two days he had
seen her pale fragile beauty in nothing but a few chains.  He was
mesmerized by the thatch of red hair above her pussy.  He was entranced by
the pale rosy nipples that topped her tits.  He was engrossed by the way
her body moved, supple as a cat.

   It had been a very long two days.  All the time he had to think, been
forced to think about his own behavior, tied up and blindfolded with
nowhere else to direct his mind.  He was completely humiliated, not by the
treatment he had received from the women, which he had come to realize he
deserved as they shouted out the litany of his own treatment of them, but
humiliated that he had ever treated such a lovely woman in the way he had.
It was Sheila he kept seeing in his mind, beautiful lovely Sheila.  How
could he ever deserve such a woman?

   It was early Sunday evening when Sheila came into the room.  Donna and
Yolanda were dressing and picking up all of the toys and paraphernalia. 
"Thurston," she whispered into his ear.

   "Yes, Mistress?"

   She lightly kissed his cheek.  "Call me Sheila."

   "May I?" he asked.

   "Of course," she said.  "We are leaving."

   "Oh," he sounded horribly disappointed.

   Sheila smiled.  She was right.  She dropped the chains she had been
wearing onto his chest.  He heard the jingle.  "I'm leaving these with you.
I hope you'll keep them.  Maybe sometime, you'll let me wear them again."

   "I'd like that," he said.

   Donna and Yolanda were by the door, holding all of the bags.  Sheila
motioned them out the door.  "I'm going to untie you.  I want to you to
stay here for ten minutes.  Then you are free to go."

   "Yes, Mistress," he said.

   Donna smiled, "Good worm."

   *****

   The three women showed up at work Monday morning, unsure if they would
be met by the police or, by the personnel director with their final
paychecks.  They were met by no one.  In fact, nothing at all unusual
seemed to be happening.  It was a typical Monday morning.  The three women
were on pins and needles awaiting the arrival of the boss.  He swept into
the office, hung up his coat, and went to work on his in-basket.

   The three exchanged looks, shrugged, and went to work themselves.

   Later that afternoon, Joe Land came out of Thurston's office, a look of
shock on his face.  Concerned, Sheila waved him down as he went by.  "What
happened?"

   Joe looked bemused, "He said thanks.  I did a great job on the New World
project.  Junior told me he mentioned to the VP how much work I put in on
it.  The VP said, 'Great job.' I can't believe Junior said thanks," Joe
said walking away.

   Donna and Sheila exchanged a look.  Sheila gave her thumbs up.  Donna
shook her head wondering...

   By the end of the week, everyone had noticed the change.  The office was
a buzz about the `new' Thurston.

   Friday afternoon, Sheila went into his office and closed the door
behind. Before, the closed door was always trouble.  This time, it was
Thurston who looked at the closed door.  "What is it?" he asked.

   "Do you have plans this weekend?" Sheila asked.

   Thurston straightened a little in his chair, "No, Mistress."

   "Good.  Because Yolanda has never had a real cock, not that yours is a
real man's cock, but at least it isn't plastic.  She's going to use you as
she pleases.  Do you understand, worm?" Sheila asked.

   "Yes, Mistress," he said.

   "She'll be at your place at seven tonight.  Be ready if you know what's
good for you.  She'll give me a complete rundown.  Don't humiliate me,
worm, or you'll pay for it." Sheila smiled and left

   Thurston smiled at the beauty of Sheila wondering how he never really
noticed her walk before, the way everything just seemed to flow as she
walked.  He remembered her pale soft skin, the pale red bush, the feel of
her pussy on his cock.  He began to get erect at the memory of her.  If
Sheila wanted him to perform for Yolanda, that's what he would do.

   Saturday, Sheila and Yolanda met for lunch.  She got the complete story.
Thurston had met her and done whatever she wanted.  He was the gentleman,
serving champagne and appetizers.  Then, they had retired to his bedroom.
He had kissed her until she was going crazy.  Their clothes soon were
scattered around the room.  The loving itself was slow and languorous,
until Yolanda had almost passed out in pleasure.  He had made her breakfast
and served it to her in bed.  Then they had taken a long shower together,
making love standing with the water running over them.  It had been almost
a dream.

   Monday morning, Sheila went into his office and closed the door.  "Well
done, worm."

   "Thank you, Mistress," he said.

   "I'm going to let you take me to dinner tonight," she said.

   "Where, Mistress?" he asked.

   "You choose what would please me," she told him.

   He smiled as she left and picked up the phone.

   After dinner, she took him back to her apartment.  She left him standing
in the front room.  When she returned, she asked him, "Did you bring my
chains?"

   He smiled as he reached into his coat and pulled out a bag.  Inside were
the chains she had worn for his initiation.  Sheila smiled and took them.
"When I come back, worm, I expect you to be naked." She swept off into her
room.

   Thurston was standing in the same place but his clothes were neatly
folded on the couch when Sheila returned wearing nothing but the chains. 
They jingled as she walked.  The sound brought him erect.

   Sheila grabbed his cock and led him into her bath.  "On your knees,
worm." He obeyed.  She pushed him down so that his ass was up.  Behind her
was the paddle.  Thurston barely had time to hear the whoosh when he felt
the Smack!  Another and a third.  Sheila's hand went round and slowly
stroked his cock as she continued with the paddle.  It only took a few
swats before she felt his cock pulsing in her hand and looked to see his
cum pouring onto the tile floor.

   Sheila stood up.  "Clean up your mess, worm.  Then join me in my room."

   When Thurston entered, the lights were dim.  Sheila lay back on the bed,
her legs spread wide, the chains glinting against her pale skin from the
single light beside the bed light.  "I need your tongue, slave." He quickly
crawled between those heavenly legs and dipped his face to her pussy.  The
aroma of aroused woman wafted up to him.  He inhaled, drunk with the smell.

   Diligently, he applied himself to pleasing his mistress.  His tongue
slathered over her pussy, digging in to bring forth her juices, lapping
from top to bottom, circling then jabbing repeatedly on her clitoris. 
Thurston worshipped from his servile position.  He loved the touch of her
soft thighs on his skin.  He reveled in the sight of her face contorted
with ecstasy as he brought her to climax.

   Sheila loved having a man worship her, be devoted to her.  She reveled
in the feeling of a man so completely at her behest.  As his tongue once
again attacked her clitoris, the emotions and the sensations combined to
bring her to her climax.  Her thighs clamped down on his head as wave after
wave of pleasure surged through her, until, after one last shudder, Sheila
lay drained.

   Thurston lay quietly between her legs, her thighs fell open.  He gently
kissed each thigh, wondering if he would ever feel them wrapped around his
back as he drove into her pussy.  He hoped she would allow him that one
day.

   "Good worm.  You may go," Sheila said.  As he started to leave, Sheila
stopped him.  "Oh, worm, one more thing.  Don't wash your face this
weekend. I want you to smell your mistress the whole time."

   "Yes, Mistress," he said as he left to dress and leave.

   *****

   It was several weeks later when old man Peterson appeared.  The CEO
hardly ever came down among the peons and every employee's head came up
like prairie dogs alerted to danger.  Just as quickly, the heads
disappeared back in their work.

   He entered Junior's office, closing the door behind him.  As he sat down
he asked, "Okay, what the hell is going on?"

   Junior was truly puzzled.  "Huh?  I mean- I'm not sure what you are
asking about."

   "Look son," the older man said.  "I've kept a close eye on you.  I've
heard from the various people how you manage.  I've watched to see if you
have what it takes.  I was despairing you'd ever get it.  After all, I
wanted to give the business to you.  Your sister only cares about spending
money, not making it.  I was about to give up hope that you'd ever learn
what it takes to really be a good manager when one day, you go from the
manager from hell to the dream manager.  What the hell happened?"

   Junior's eyes involuntarily flicked out to see Sheila looking back,
worry on her face.

   Dad's eyes followed, saw the quick interchange, then the pretty
redhead's face was back in her work.  "Oh, I see."

   "What?" Junior asked.

   His father stood up.  "I expect to see the two of you for dinner at
7:30." He looked back out at Sheila.  "At least you've got good taste."

   Junior was taken aback.  "Dinner?  You mean Sheila?"

   "Of course I mean Sheila, if that's that pretty redhead's name.  You
think I don't understand why you suddenly became a man?  Christ son, that's
usually what it takes for a man to grow up, a woman to civilize him, to
show him how to be a real man; not some macho idiot.  Now, I expect the
both of you for dinner tonight.  Don't tell me you haven't been going out
with her.  I saw your eyes, and hers."

   "Well, yes.  I have been seeing Sheila," Junior admitted.

   "7:30.  You know how your mother hates latecomers.  You should get your
girl off on the right foot with her," he said.  He opened the door and
briskly walked out.  As he stepped into the elevator to return to his
office a broad smile spread across his face.  "The boy has taste all
right."

   `My girl,' Thurston thought.  He motioned Sheila into his office. 
"Close the door and have a seat."

   "What was that about?" she asked.

   "It seems you and I are invited to dinner at my parents' house.  7:30
sharp and we can't be late."

   Sheila was even more stunned than Thurston had been.  "Dinner?  Us?"

   He nodded, "Seems Dad has noticed that my management style has become
more human.  When he saw us looking at each other he jumped to the
conclusion that it must have been a woman who civilized me, you.  So you
and I are invited to dinner.  I think the old man is being a matchmaker,"
he said.

   Sheila fell back against the chair.  Lucky for her it was there or she
would have wound up on the floor.  "Matchmaker?  You and me?" Sheila's mind
was filled with a one word question, marriage?

   He nodded, a smile on his face.  "Looks like it.  We do seem to be a
fit," he said.  He glanced at his watch.  "Okay, I think we need to take
the rest of the day off.  First, we need to talk before my mother's
inquisition begins.  A consistent story will be better, for both of us. 
Second, I know you'll want to change."

   Sheila looked at her typical work outfit.  "Oh God, yes.  I couldn't
meet your parents in this.  What should I wear?"

   Thurston stood and motioned her to the door, "We can talk."

   He grabbed a cab and took her to his apartment.  It was the first time
she had been in it.  As he closed the door, he swept her into his arms.  "I
love you."

   Sheila looked back, unsure what to say.

   "You've taught me what love is.  I know that all of the things we've
done, you did them to make me happy, however weird they seemed.  I never
knew what that felt like.  I found out that I loved you.  I worship you.  I
want you as a man wants a woman, completely," he said.

   "Oh," she was about to say worm but stopped.  No, this wasn't a time for
games; that would be later.  There could be all sorts of games between
them. She let down the barrier, "Oh, sweetheart, I love you."

   Thurston noted the immediate change and smiled as he bent forward and
they kissed, lovers.  He carried her into his bedroom.  They stood before
the bed, kissing as they quickly stripped each other of clothes.  They fell
on the bed, he over her for the first time.  She surrendering to him as he
pierced her, made love to her, brought her to a shuddering climax before
pouring his cum into her.

   After, they lay in his bed, softly touching each other.  "I guess we
can't really tell mummy how we met," he said with a smile.

   Sheila laughed, "I guess not.  We'll just have to say it was a work
romance and leave it at that."

   "I've never been this happy in my life," he said quietly.

   Sheila kissed his lips very softly.

   They were in love.  There would be plenty of time for games.  She looked
at his bed and saw she could tie him up quite easily.  It would be fun to
bring Yolanda over, big-titted Yolanda, to experience his cock again. 
Yolanda had nearly been squealing with glee.  She knew he would love that.
She put her head on his chest feeling secure and loved, loving the feel of
his hands on her back and shoulders.  Yes, she liked the normal sex as
well, but there would be plenty of games to keep their sex life sizzling.
She'd show Thurston just how much she loved him.



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