A Working Day
by Abe Froman

The following story is a work of fiction. It contains scenes of an adult nature, so if 
you are under 18, stop reading now. This story contains explicit sexual language 
and fantasies. If you are offended by such activities, do not read any further. This 
is purely a fantasy. Any resemblance to any person, living or dead is purely 
coincidental. The author is not responsible for any damage resulting from reading 
this work. It is written with thanks to its inspiration, along with apologies to her for 
any lack of quality. Any of the story's faults are the authors.

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Part 1: Morning

Michael Davis is just opening the front door from his house and stepping 
outside as his limousine pulls around to meet him.  It's not stopped for a 
second before his driver his out to open his door.  He smiles and says a 
quick hello and good morning.  A warm smile on her red lips and a "Good 
morning, Sir," is his gift in return.

Denise, his driver, is dressed with a purpose.  Her skirt is dangerously 
short and must have lycra in it to grip her perfect ass that tight.  Her 
smooth legs are perfectly displaying the pattern on her stockings.  Her 
short black jacket barely covers her crisp white blouse, fitted to her curves 
perfectly.  There are enough buttons on the blouse open to just show the 
top of the black lace bra offering up her perfect creamy breasts.  They 
move just enough to be nearly hypnotic.  He smiles.  This girl knows how 
to dress for effect.  His cock aches with the lust he feels.

As she closes his door and climbs into her own seat, his mind is suddenly 
drifting to the image of that skirt trying to stay in place as she drives.  It 
must slide up around her hips; exposing whatever panties she might be 
wearing.  Again, his cock aches.  

He's soon distracted from that though by the personal video screen 
coming to life.  Denise as per routine has started the DVD for him as soon 
as they get moving.  He wonders if she ever bothers to look at what she's 
playing.  The previous aching turns to an angry throb as they travel the 
next half hour to his office.  The screen is felled with images of leather 
and lace clad women kissing, dancing, grinding against each other, 
massaging and finally fucking each other with urgent lust.  It's a long 
drive.

Arriving at work, Denise opens his door with a very deep bend and smile.  
He's granted long and healthy look at her wonderfully full and young 
breasts, perfectly displayed. 

He walks to his office, waving and smiling at the few employees who have 
arrived earlier than him

Now settled in his office, he scans the messages that arrived after his 
departure yesterday and plans a few items for the day.  Perhaps half an 
hour later, he hears Vicki, his secretary, arrive and getting her own space 
ready, just steps outside his door.  His mind drifts from his work for just a 
moment, wondering what she might be wearing today.

After about an hour, the intercom rings, and Vicki tells him a package has 
arrived for him by courier, and would he like her to bring it in.  With a 
healthy touch of curiosity, he responds that that would be very kind of her.

She steps inside, opening the door after a soft knock.  He catches himself 
taking in a deep breath upon seeing her – her slim and lean body is 
modelling a long skirt that seemed to cling to her curves and a fitted red 
sweater with a collar up to her neck but skin tight, hugging her firm 
breasts.

She smiles at him as he rises from behind his desk, admiring his perfectly 
fitted suit.  

"Do you want it?"

"Yes, please."

"Have you been good enough?" she starts to taunt him.

"Yes, I have."

"Have you followed your instructions today?"  a raised eyebrow 
accompanies her question.

"Yes, I have, Mistress."

"Show me."

He moves to the center of the office, and he removes his jacket, laying it 
over the corner of his desk.  

"Stop there, and put your hands behind your neck."  The command is firm 
and efficient.

He obeys, and she moves closer.  Her fingers move to his trousers, 
opening his belt, tugging down the zipper, reaching inside. 

"Ooohh, it feels right."

She continues and his pants are soon around his ankles, and he steps out of 
them at her command.  She guides him out of his shoes as well.  He now 
stands before her, under her control, exposed in black stockings, garter 
belt and bright pink thong panties.  She reaches inside the front of his 
panties.  

"And this lovely cock cage fits you perfectly, suck a lovely bulge it gives.  
I bet it hurts quite a bit when your cock tries to get hard doesn't it?"

"Yes, Mistress, it does."

"I bet that happened a lot while watching the movie I chose for you, didn't 
it?"

"Yes mistress, it did."

"Goody," she replies, loving each second of the sexual torment she insists 
he endure.  "And do you like being in these panties for me, slut?  Dressed 
like a man on the outside, but like a little trampy whore underneath?"

"Yes, Mistress, I love it."

"Good.  Let's open your package, shall we?  I ordered it special for you, 
and I'm so glad it's arrived."

She tears into the package, giggling with glee, and in a minute she's 
holding up his new toy before his eyes.  It's a large, seven inch bright pink 
butt plug, with swirling ridges down its length.  "Oh good, this is going be 
so lovely in your little ass," she's clapping her hands together.  "I bet you 
can't wait to wear it for me."

"Yes, Mistress, please let me fill up my ass with it for you," he begs 
sincerely, "Please."

"Oh, you will, my little girl, but not quite yet.   I've got something else 
special for you.  Take off your shirt and tie."

He loosens the tie, placing it over the desk as well, and unbuttons and 
removes his shirt. 

"Turn to face the window."

He turns, his back to her, now dressed only in the panties and stockings, 
facing out across the city, never knowing who might be looking back.  Her 
deft hands soon have his chest wrapped in a pink lace bra, matching his 
thong, and she slips large silicone breast forms inside the cups.  Suddenly 
he carries D cup breasts on his frame.

"Now, turn back to face me.  Show me your titties."

He turns, his face red.  He never quite gets used to his, being a man in 
women's lingerie, so controlled by his secretary, his Mistress.  He feels 
humiliated wearing the lingerie, the fake breasts, but he knows he does it 
for her pleasure, and that makes everything worthwhile.  The feeling he 
senses from her when his obedience pleases her, arouses her, when the 
humiliation she forces upon him changes the tone of her voice in that way 
he loves, is the best feeling he's ever known.

And that look is growing on her face now – that curve of her lips.  "Good 
girl," she says.  "Bend over."

He obeys, and he bend deeply forwards, his legs spread, until he can 
nearly grip his ankles – the thong splitting his ass cheeks, exposed to the 
window.  

Her fingers are roaming over him, teasing him.  She slaps on latex gloves, 
and he soon feels those fingers, now cold and wet with lubricant, probing 
his ass, testing it.

Suddenly she is pushing something into his tight opening – it's so cold, it 
can't be the new plug.  It pops inside, only to be quickly followed by 
another.  He's allowed a moan, he knows from experience, but never a 
question.  After the third is pushed inside, chilling him to the core, she 
speaks.  

"Do you remember last week, slut, when you came for me in the ice cube 
tray?  How much you had to give after saving it so long for me?  I'll bet 
you do."  The joy and pleasure is so evident in her voice that despite the 
discomfort he feels his cock throb in its cage.  He did know, and she'd 
been having him build up more again – he hadn't been allowed to cum in a 
week.  "Well you've got your little cum-cubes stuffed inside your own ass 
right now.  An ass full of cum that will soon melt inside you.  What a slut 
you are."  Her voice stays just on the edge of gleeful laughter.

And then she guides the new plug inside.  It's wider than he's been filled 
with before, and it aches and stretches him going in.  She happily notes 
that its ridges allow her to literally screw it into his ass.  And with a final 
push, its widest point pops into him, and the toy is home.

"You may stand now, slut."

He stood upright, and feels the plug so deep and full inside him – he feels 
it trap the torturing frozen cum in his ass.  Will it be better or worse once it 
thaws?  Knowing that his cum is sloshing around inside his own ass.

"Now, you may get back to work.  Put back on your pants and your jacket.  
You may not be able to button your shirt over your new tits, so I'll just 
take it with me.  Oh and one more thing."

She picks up his shoes where he's left them, and tosses him a different 
pair.  Four inch black heels.

"You'll be wearing these too.  Put them on."

Feeling the plug with each step, he moves to step into them.  He fights for 
his balance at first, but he is ashamed to realize he's getting used to 
walking in heels.  She leans down and as closes tiny locks on the buckling 
straps as she closes them tight.

" Now get to work, slut – you're going to have a trying and long lunch 
hour, so you'd better be productive.  And looking like that, you'd better 
hope noone gets past my desk."  

With one more stroke over his satin-covered and steel trapped cock, she's 
gone beyond the heavy wooden door.  He pulls his trousers up past the 
heels, over her stockinged legs and over his plugged and full ass.  He 
slides on his jacket, which now just serves to frame his lace-enclosed 
breasts.  

It was nearly impossible to work.  He felt his ass ache with each motion in 
his chair, and he was sure he could feel his own cum sloshing inside him.  
The fake breasts were constantly getting in his way as he tried to type or 
read reports.  Worst of all, he knew exactly how he looked – taking time in 
his private washroom to soak in the humiliating image staring back from 
the mirror.  He didn't quite know if Vicki would let someone past her to 
see him this way.  Each sound outside the door could be the end of his 
reputation.   

He never felt more alive.


Part 2: Lunch

The hour of noon had arrived finally, and each minute that now ticked past 
seemed like an hour.  But Michael knew better than to do anything but 
wait.  He hadn't walked much, but his feet were very aware of the heels 
that trapped them.  His ass had been plugged full for hours now, but it was 
not the kind of thing you got used to.  

At about quarter after, the door to his office opened suddenly and without 
warning.  He was frozen in his chair.  

It was Miss Vicki with a wicked smile adorning her face.

"Nervous, slut?  Worried someone snuck past while I was in the 
washroom?"  She giggled at his predicament.  "I'll bet you're wondering 
how many times I left to go to the washroom this morning – or did I just 
go for a walk and leave the door unguarded."  

"Yes Mistress," was the only response he could muster.

"Well it is time for your special lunch."  She locked the door to his office, 
which seemed a rather ominous sign after this morning, he thought.

"Remove the trousers and jacket, slut.  I want to see those lovely panties 
and bra."

Inside of a minute, he was again standing in the middle of his office in 
lingerie and heels.

"Bend over, whore, and spread your legs."

Once he was in position, he felt her fingers over his legs, his ass and then 
teasing down to wiggle the plug stuffing him.  

"Nice and full, slut?  Nice and full of rubber and cum?"

"Yes Mistress."

"It's lunch time, slut.  Are you hungry?" she changed the subject quickly.  

"Yes Mistress, I am."

"Well, you'll eat soon enough, but we've got a few things to do first.  
Now, you know that you're my little slut, don't you?"

"Yes Mistress."

"You know that I own you completely.  I can make you do anything for 
me, and that everything you are and that you've accomplished is really 
mine now.  What you have is only what I've allowed you to keep.  Think 
about that, don't answer right away.  Think about it.  Then tell me."

It was more than just obedience that made him run the thought through is 
mind.  This morning had proved it for the hundredth time.  If she wanted, 
she could expose him in this lingerie or in any of the other outfits he'd 
worn for her.  Or she could share the many photos of his eager service.  
His life, his reputation and his career were in her hands.

"Yes Mistress, I know that I am yours completely."  

"Good.  It's good that you know it.  Do you accept it?"

The feeling swelling through him made this answer easier.  "Yes Mistress, 
I accept it, and I beg for it.   I wouldn't want to be anything but yours."

"That is very good, slut; especially due to what I have planned for you 
today.  I want you to remember what you've just told me through every 
minute."  Her look travelled through his eyes down deep into his soul.  

"Now, on your knees, slut.  Put your wrists behind your back, and keep 
your knees spread."

He moves into position, and found it one that gave him yet again a new 
awareness of the plug.  His bra-full of silicone breasts were pushed 
forwards.  Behind him, she expertly locked his wrists in leather cuffs, 
trapping them together.  As she pulled out a gag and showed it to him, he 
obediently opened his mouth for it.  A small penis-shaped rubber object 
pushed between his teeth, and the leather strap secured behind his head 
locked it tight.  She showed him his face now with a small mirror, and he 
noticed a silver ring flat against the leather of the gag.  She set down the 
mirror and removed a large bright pink dildo from her bag.  There was a 
gleam in her eye as she secured the base of it to his gag, and once again 
the mirror was raised to show it obscenely jutting from his face.

"One more piece of preparation, slut."

And with that, she drew out the blindfold.  Buckled on firmly, it plunged 
him completely in darkness.  Without other sights to distract him, he was 
again very aware of how he must look.  

The knock on the door jerked him out of his thoughts and his heart was 
pounding in his chest.  

"Oh lovely, our guest is here."

He heard Miss Vicki move to the door and open it.  The gasp he heard was 
someone else's.  

"Shhh now love, we don't want to give our little slut any clues," Miss 
Vicki instructed.

She had finally done it.  She'd shared his most closely guarded secret.  
She'd shared her possession with someone.  He could barely think over 
the sound of his heart pounding and the buzzing in his head.  But his 
aching cock trying to stiffen in its cage betrayed to himself how he really 
felt.

"Now, slut," Miss Vicki continued, "you are going to be a good little girl 
for our guest, and make me proud.  Aren't you?"

He nodded, and felt his face redden with shame as he felt the toy cock 
locked to his face shake.

"Good girl."  Then Miss Vicki turned to her guest.  "Go ahead love, 
explore her, have some fun."

Strange hands were suddenly on his body, sliding over his face, his chest, 
under his face breasts to tease and tweak his nipples.  They reached inside 
his panties and felt the cruel cage trapping his cock.  They guided his body 
forwards, pushing his face to the carpet, and explored the base of the plug 
inside him.

"That plug is trapping cum in his ass, love.  I won't tell you whose it is."  
Miss Vicki giggled and he heard another gasp from the unknown woman.

Then her fingers were on his face again, actually stroking the dildo locked 
to his gag harness.  

"Do you want it?" Vicki asked her.

He could only assume she nodded, because the next thing he heard was his 
Mistresses command to move onto his back.  She recuffed his hands over 
his head to allow him to lie flat on the carpet.  He knew it was coming, but 
he was still not fully prepared for the sensation of this unknown woman 
lowering herself over his body – his body dressed in pink panties and a 
stuffed bra, in heels and stockings.  She lowered herself slowly.  He felt 
her thighs against his arms, his chest.  He smelled her more than anything.  
Then the pressure against his gag, and he knew.  He ached to see this 
mystery cunt filling itself with the dildo on his face.  His own cock 
screamed to be set free, to be allowed to stand freely erect.  But all he 
could do was lay there, feeling her using his face to please herself, 
smelling her arousal with the deep breaths he was forced to take through 
his nose.  He did know better than to just lie there though, and he worked 
to please her as best he could.  He moved his face with her thrusts, 
matching them, swirling and dancing the dildo inside her.

She couldn't stop herself soon, and low but building guttural moans were 
making their way from her.  Her juices her gripping down the dildo, 
towards his face as she rode it.  Miss Vicki was smiling and fingering 
herself as she watched.

He felt her fuck his face faster and faster, her urgency building with the 
volume of her moans.  Finally, the moans erupted into a scream and she 
came wet and loud on top of him.  She collapsed down, and for a few 
panicked seconds her position on his face blocked all breathing, but when 
she was able to roll off him, her nectar was left all over his face, drawn in 
to his nostrils strongly. 

"Mmmm, that was so good to watch, love, I can only imagine how it felt."

There was a mumbled response, likely all she could manage. 

"Now, I want to show you something else," and again there was that 
wicked joy in Vicki's voice.  "Slut, get up for me, stand up."

He worked his way up onto his legs, struggling a bit to balance blind on 
heels with his hands cuffed together before him.

"Pull down your panties, slut."

Again he had to make due with cuffed hands as he slid the tiny bit of satin 
down his thighs and off over his heels.  He felt her fingertips sliding over 
his caged manhood.  She loved to taunt him, so it was a surprise when her 
fingers moved to free him of it.

"Back down on your knees, slut. Keep those legs spread."

He slid back down the floor, feeling his high heels beneath the cheeks of 
his full ass as he spread his thighs wide, displaying his freed cock.  It was 
clear now to Vicki's guest that he was kept completely shaved.

"Would you like to cum, slut?  Would you like to show us how much of 
your cum you're keeping in those blue balls?  Hmmmm?"

He nodded, shaking the sticky dildo once more.  

"Okay, my horny little slut.  You can jerk your horny cock for us, while 
we watch.  You've got five minutes to cum, but don't cum without 
permission.  You may nod to ask permission."

With his wrists cuffed, his two hands worked in partnership.  One stroking 
his needy prick, the other massaging his full balls.  With the knowledge of 
his embarrassing position, the plug inside him, face breasts jiggling on his 
chest, and an audience of his Mistress and her guest, he didn't need 
anywhere near the time allowed.  Images from the whole week of his 
service filled his head, then his driver taunting him, the movie in the car, 
then having his face fucked in his office, leaving a sweet scent that still 
filled his senses.  He was nodding urgently in two minutes.

"Ready to cum already, slut?  Oh my, how hungry you must be."

He knew better than to stop stroking, despite being so close to explosion, 
but it took all his will to hold back.  He heard her shifting around him.  
Another surprise hit him, as her hands pulled his from his cock.  Was she 
going to deny him?  In seconds she freed them only to cuff them again 
behind his back.  He was moaning around his gag.  Frustration turned to 
pure joy as he now felt her firm grip replace his.  She stroked him hard 
and tight, and his whole body was trembling.

"Cum now, slut, cum now.  Cum hot and full for your Mistress.  Show our 
guess how much jism you're saving for me."

The explosion started in an instant and kept coming.  Spasm after spasm of 
his body ejected the thick cum in heavy ropes.  His whole body savoured 
the sweet release.  With a final grunt from behind the leather, he was 
spent, and he slumped so slightly.  

With a shared wink to her guest, Vicki lifted the plate from between his 
thighs.  Her expert hand had guided the thick cum into rows on the open 
sandwich.  It stood out wonderfully on the slices of roast beef.  The 
woman, wet again from his performance, had to slap her hand over her 
mouth to keep silent.

Vicki guided him to his feet and to the sofa.  He was inches from the 
strange woman and he could sense the electricity.  Her novice hands 
unbuckled his gag, the dildo still swaying from it, and his mouth was 
emptied.  The penis gag slid out covered in his drool.

His hands still cuffed behind him, he was slowly and lovingly fed the 
sandwich by the guest.  With his second bite, he was positive of where his 
cum had gone, and once again felt an inner humiliation that he now 
recognized the taste so readily.  He was starving, and ate eagerly.  He was 
offered a mouthful of water to wash the last bite down, and licked his lips 
afterwards.  

"Thank you, Mistress, thank you for allowing me to serve and feed."

"You are welcome, slut.  Now, one more thing," she turned once more to 
her guest, "do you want to?"

Still blindfolded, he knew nothing of her response – just Miss Vicki's 
reaction.  "Okay slut, hands on your desk, and bend forward, back arched, 
legs spread."

He felt his way there and complied.

The fingers that felt their way between his ass cheeks were tentative, still 
nervous, so he knew it was not Miss Vicki.  He groaned as she pulled and 
twisted the plug from him.  His face was red with further humiliation.

"See how open he is now?"  Vicki explained, "He's been stuffed with it all 
morning."

And he did feel open.  Open and exposed.  But in minutes that feeling was 
over.  Mistress explained for a new audience what exactly the cloudy ice 
cubes were as she pushed five more into him, and plugged him tight once 
more.  The panties were slid back up his legs.

His goodbye kiss to Miss Vicki's guest was carefully and lovingly placed 
to her sex.  He could tell she was groomed, but not shaved.  A minute later 
she was gone.

Alone again with Miss Vicki, he blinked in the bright light with the 
removal of the blindfold.

"You made me proud, slut, and you'll be rewarded for it," she said with a 
heartfelt smile.  But for the rest of the day, you'll still sit on your cum-
filled and plugged ass, and work there with your nice tits.  But clearly after 
lunch, you're too shameful a whore to need any of your suit."

And then she was gone with his clothes and he was alone with his 
thoughts.  Alone behind a large oak desk in high heels, stockings and 
garters, a pink thong covering a plug screwing cum into his ass, carrying 
D cup breasts in pink lace on his chest.  He was a whore.  He was Miss 
Vicki's whore.

And now he was exposed as that whore to another woman.  A woman he 
might never know, but he'd be looking for that spark of knowing 
recognition in the eyes of every woman he'd meet from that day on.

He never felt more alive.


THE END




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