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From: "Leo Wulf" <leowulf@gmail.com>
Subject: {ASSM} Before the Meeting (FM FFM, femdom, rom, mast, cd, implied oral)
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Date: Thu, 14 Feb 2008 01:10:01 -0500
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Before the Meeting (FM FFM, femdom, rom, mast, cd, implied oral)

by Leowulf

In which Andrew is comforted and encouraged at work

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Before the Meeting

"And right there I felt so overwhelmed, so deeply in love."  Ms Rachael's
eyes shone as she remembered the night before.  "I was so close to coming,
just sitting right here."

Andy stood close to Ms Rachael, feeling uncomfortable.  All he did when they
were working late was tell his very nice coworker how he felt about her, but
she made it sound like he was so ... neat.  And both Ms Tara and Ms Regina
looked like they agreed.  Even Robin seemed impressed, looking up at the man
like he was ... neat.

Andy felt too shy to meet any of their eyes.  He blushed and looked at the
soft beige carpet.  The only way he was able to put it into a poem was that
Ms Rachael believed he was able to.  She believe in him.  Like Ms Tara and
Sandy did.  In response to Ms Rachael's praise, the man hovered between
gratitude and embarrassment.

"Aww," Ms Tara cooed.  Andy dared to look up at her, leaning in the doorway
to her office.  Seeing how much she approved of him, the man's response went
completely to gratitude.

"That makes sense, Rache."  Ms Tara took them both in with her gaze, making
Andy feel included and important.  "You were responding to his love for
you.  Our boy's learning to accept how he feels."

Ms Tara's praise confirmed Ms Rachael's and Andy was awestruck.  His heart
pounded in his chest and he couldn't breathe.  The man stood there in
open-mouthed awe, his embarrassment was forgotten.

"Yep."  Ms Rachael had that playful, mischievous look that Andy had always
liked.  But when she reached forward, grabbed the man by his package and
pulled him to his knees in front of her, Andy felt completely embarrassed.
"Now if this little prick had only been down on his knees before me, where
he belongs, I might actually have come just from his poetry."

Andy gulped.  He was at work, wanted to be a professional.  But Ms Rachael
kept his package in her firm grasp.  Before, he would have gotten up
indignantly - despite a lifetime of fantasizing about just what she was
doing - but now he really didn't want to make any female do anything against
her will, even let go of his privates so he could get off his knees.

As he had fallen into the habit of since starting at Maternity, Andy looked
to Ms Tara for guidance.  He trusted her to know what was okay.  When he saw
her playful expression and heard her cheerful giggle, he knew everything was
okay.

Just when Andy was joining everyone's smiling, playful mood, Ms Regina
spoiled it for him.  As usual Robin was kneeling beside her chair.  Today he
had on a soft, lacy white blouse and - yes it was - a short blue skirt,
edged in matching lace.  Satiny blue slippers completed the look of
innocence and femininity.  Ms Regina reached forward, pulled up that skirt
and grasped his package through his lacy white panties.  They so mirrored
Andy's position with Ms Rachael, Andy just stared.

"As for you, little twerp, why don't I ever hear any poetry from you?"  She
added with a giggle, "or is it too hard to think up a poem when all the
blood's rushed to your big, hard penis?"

"Um," Robin blushed.  The two young lovers had been so explicit in their
relationship that Andy didn't think the teen capable of blushing, but Ms
Regina was able to make him blush, and often.

"Well, you little prick, I'm waiting."  Ms Regina let go of his privates and
leaned back in her chair, crossing her arms under her bouncy bosom.

"Yea, go on Robin,"  Ms Rachael encouraged.  "Let's hear a poem!"

"It'll be okay, Robin."  Ms Tara was always so nice.  "Just try."

"Mistress Regina is always so nice," the embarrassed teen began, then
stopped.  At the three ladies' encouragement, he tried another verse.

"Um ... she is the kitty and, um."  Robin giggled and went on, "and I'm her
mice!"

Everyone, even Andy and Robin himself, laughed at the clumsy, rather silly
couplet.

Ms Regina sighed in mock impatience.  "Andrew, you're penis is just as big
and hard as little Robin red-cheeks.  How come you can still make a poem
that'll charm Ms Rachael out of her panties?"

"Um," Andy blushed at least as crimson as Robin then.  Ms Rachael was still
leaning forward, still holding him on his knees by his very hard penis.
Seeing his discomfort, she mercifully let go.

"Please Andrew."  Robin said, his voice small but earnest.  "I really would
like to know how you do it."

"Well," Andy said.  "Poetry is all about what you're feeling.  Just let your
feelings guide you, Robin."

The boy nodded.  Then suddenly and to everyone's surprise, he leaned forward
and wrapped his small, birdlike hands around one of Ms Regina's ankles and
started kissing her foot all over.  Nuzzling his cheek to her tennis shoe
between passionate, sloppy kisses.

"Ms Regina," the teen whispered as he kept kissing her foot.  "All I ever
feel is love, lots of love.  And all I ever want to do is express my love in
kisses.  I'm never happier than when you condescend to let me kiss your
yoni.  I worship your yoni, Mistress."

The two stared at each other for a few seconds.  Ms Regina looked shocked,
and Robin seemed a surprised with himself.  He had obviously meant every
word and, waiting for her to respond, tears filled his eyes.  The teen's
apprehension was palpable.

Ms Regina let out a sigh.  It was like she just remembered to breathe.
"Okay.  We have to go potty, Tara."

"That was a sudden decision, Gina." Ms Tara smiled.  "Any reason your
bladder suddenly decided to wake up?"

"We have to go potty," Ms Rachael declared, "unless you want me to smother
Robin with my yoni right here."

At that all three ladies giggled merrily.  Robin was too relieved to giggle,
and Andrew was too shocked.  Ms Regina stood and pulled Robin up by one of
his delicate hands.  As she led her charge out, she stopped at the door.
"You two keep your poet.  This year's model has better things to do with his
tongue."

When they were alone, a worried Andy turned to Ms Tara.  "Are we - ?"  It
took him another attempt to even say what he was thinking.  "Ms Tara are
Robin and I, are we just toys?"

"More like pets," teased the playful Ms Rachael.

Ms Tara walked over to Andy.  She didn't look amused.  Kneeling between
them, the man felt small and vulnerable.  She put one plump, soft hand on
his sheek.  "You, dear Andrew, are whatever we want you to be.  And -
listen."

Andy's stomach fluttered at that.  Ms Tara did consider him just a toy or a
pet.  She gently tilted his head to meet his eyes.  "And we will _never_
make you be something bad.  Never, Andrew.  We love you too much for that."

The man started weeping then.  On his knees, crying like a baby in front of
the two women besides Sandy whose opinion he treasured.  He felt so
confused.  Andy couldn't respond with anything but tears.  He was barely
aware of Ms Rachael sliding out of her chair and squatting behind him, her
knees on either side of his waist, her arms around his trembling shoulders.

"Don't cry Andrew," Ms Rachael said as she held him close. "Ms Rachael's
here.  You'll be okay."

"Just hold him, Rache."  Andy heard Ms Tara moving around.  "It's okay for
males to cry; it's always okay for them to cry."

Having permission to cry should have helped, but Andy found himself crying
harder, crying out his frustration and fear about being nothing more than a
pet for these ladies.  He felt himself shifted from his knees onto Ms Tara's
ample lap.  He snuggled in her warm arms, his head pillowed between her
large, soft breasts.

Somebody was untying his shoes and removing them, then his socks too.  That
distracted him from his tears.  He looked up at Ms Tara, feeling worried.
"You're okay, Andrew.  Ms Tara kissed his forehead.  "You're always safe
with us."

Gently, she tugged the man out of his shirt and undershirt, then lifted him
up so Ms Rachael could remove his pants and underwear.  Andy came to himself
then, realizing he was naked, sitting on Ms Tara's lap, while she sat on the
carpeted floor, her back resting on a wall.  Ms Rachael was sitting next to
them, her legs crossed.

Ms Tara and Ms Rachael started talking to each other, about pleasant
things.  About Andy too, working him into the weather, things about work,
plans for the weekend.  Andy wasn't invited to join their conversation, and
they never once met his gaze.  He felt beneath them, but at the same time,
he felt like the center of their world.

When he was calm, and even feeling a little sleepy, Ms Tara had Ms Rachael
hand her the bottle of baby oil she'd retrieved while Ms Rachael was holding
him and he was weeping so.  Ms Tara rubbed baby oil over his arms and
shoulders while the two ladies talked.  She rubbed baby oil on his chest and
his tummy, and all three of them enjoyed her tickling him as she rubbed oil
into his tummy.

They stopped talking to each other when Ms Tara poured baby oil on Andy's
penis.  Instead, they both talked to Andy, each saying in turn warm, loving
things to him.  Andy had long since stopped paying attention to what they
were saying; he just lay there, luxuriating in being the center of their
attention.  Ms Tara's soft, thick hands on his member felt so good the man
sighed and cooed.

As she rubbed and stroked Andy's penis, he began to respond.  As his orgasm
neared, he put his hands on Ms Tara's and looked up at her in worry and the
beginning of shame.

"There there, little one."  Ms Tara kissed his forehead again.  "You're not
being bad.  Remember, Sandy told you that sex with Ms Tara is okay.  Do you
remember, Andrew?"

Andy blushed, remembering earlier that week, coming helplessly while Sandy
masturbated him and Ms Tara humped his face.  It was like Sandy was letting
him know then that this would happen.  And that she wanted it to happen.

"That's a good boy, Andrew."  Ms Rachael said when the man smiled broadly.
You just relax and let Ms Tara take care of you.

"That's right, Andrew," Ms Tara agreed.  She adjusted the man so he was
laying back against her again.  "You relax.  Ms Tara's making you feel good,
and that's okay.  Ms Tara likes making her little Andrew feel good.  And
when you're ready to come, just let yourself come.  Ms Tara likes making her
little Andrew come too."

Suddenly, without warning, Andy did start coming, big spurts of come while
he convulsed rhythmically in waves of intense pleasure.  Ms Rachael then
dried Andy with the towel Ms Tara had retrieved with the baby oil.  Ms Tara
continued to hold the man, cuddling him in her arms, while still milking the
last of his come from his softening member.

"Ms Rachael," Ms Tara began.  "Would you please sit here with our little
Andrew?"  She gently moved the exhausted man to lay between Ms Rachael's
spread legs.  The younger lady wrapped her arms around him.  Her soft, fuzzy
sweater felt so good on his naked body.

"You see, Ms Rachael," she continued.  "All males, especially Andrew, like
to cuddle, especially after sex."  Ms Rachael's legs closed on either side
of Andy's.  Her jeans felt nice and warm.  She kissed the man's ear and he
giggled.  She hugged him and he sighed.

Ms Tara went into her office and came out a moment later with her notebook
and her coat.  "I've got to get to the staff meeting, Rache.  Hold our
Andrew until you're ready to put his clothes back on.  Then when he's
dressed, walk him to his car and send him home."

"Obey Ms Rachael, little one."  Ms Tara stooped down and kissed him on the
lips.  "I'm looking forward to seeing you tomorrow, my love."

Andy nodded wordlessly and watched Ms Tara leave for her meeting.  For the
moment he didn't feel like a pet or a toy.  Andy just felt loved.

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