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 
the woman who is 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 3: Afternoon

After the high of his service, after the arousal of seeing and smelling his 
Mistress, after the mind-bending experience of being exposed as a 
feminized slut to some woman he didn't see, Michael Davis was coming 
back down to reality. Reality, but not normality.

He was sitting at his desk, trying to work at least, but his mind was 
constantly wandering. He was physically distracted by what he was (and 
wasn't wearing), not to mention that the plug filling his backside that 
trapped his now-thawed cum in his ass. Each fidgeting motion he made in 
a vain attempt to be comfortable refreshed the ache he felt with. 

The few times he had gotten out from behind his desk to walk to a 
bookshelf he could feel his face flushing at wearing the panties, stuffed 
bra and heels, even though he was alone. He could just imagine how he 
looked. His blinds were open as well. Everyone seemed to look at "the 
view" of the city and not at the specifics, but he was quite a view himself 
right now for anyone who might care to focus.

He now knew that his secret was not something Miss Vicki was going to 
keep to herself anymore either. She had said from the beginning that it was 
all up to her and she'd finally done it. He trusted her, but it was now fully 
real that one more piece of control was out of his hands and into hers.

Even when he answered the phone he felt exposed. Would they know he 
was dressed in lingerie while he talked to them? Not just panties, but with 
stockings and garters, and bra full of realistic looking and jiggling silicone 
D-cups. The times he was speaking to women he found himself listening 
for the slightest tone of amusement.

He found it much easier to serve his Mistress in her presence. He could 
sense her power; he could feel not only that she commanded his obedience 
but also that it aroused her. It was like a feedback loop that fed his desire 
like electricity. But now, alone, he started to feel the real power of Miss 
Vicki's humiliation of him. He looked like a fool. He'd swallowed his 
own cum. He'd serviced a woman, but not with his tongue, but with the 
other end of a rubber cock that had filled his own mouth. 

As if in answer to his own thoughts, the intercom chimed. 

"Yes, Mistress?" he answered as he'd long ago been commanded, each 
time feeling the tinge of further humiliation he'd feel if the voice at the 
other end was a different receptionist – it was certainly not unknown for 
the ladies to fill in for each other should a washroom or cigarette break be 
required.

"Hello, my slut," Miss Vicki's voice sang in response, reassuring him and 
driving any doubt from his mind. He'd do anything for this woman. "I've 
had an interesting idea."

"Yes, Mistress?" He hoped his nervous hesitation hadn't been too obvious.

"You are very lucky as you have not only a lovely and wicked assistant as 
your Mistress but you are also surrounded by many other stunning women 
in your life." 

"Yes, I am Mistress, thank you." After all, it was she who had hired not 
only Denise, his driver, but also both of the women on his household staff. 
She'd also had a very powerful voice in the hiring of the rest of his office 
staff. Michael knew she just loved to surround him with temptation. She 
loved to imagine how his cock would strain, either in tight panties or metal 
cages, as women so lovely as to be plucked from his dreams moved 
around him.

Even if he had been tempted, it would be tough explaining to one of them 
why he was wearing lingerie that day, or why his manhood was locked 
tight another, or who might have written "MINE" in permanent marker on 
his ass. So these beautiful women were kept at arms length even though 
some seemed to work very hard to tempt him into their skirts.

Did they know? He often wondered, but he was virtually sure they didn't. 
Today's experience reassured him in a bizarre way. Even though 
Mistress's mystery guest had seemed excited to use him, her first reaction 
had been an audible gasp. He often worked to convince himself that he'd 
be able to see that reaction on the face of a woman who knew what was 
truly beneath his suit.

"Well," Vicki continued, "I think you should find a way to express your 
appreciation of all these lovely and talented women in your employ, don't 
you?"

"Yes, of course Mistress."

"Good. I knew you'd feel that way, so it's time I told you that you're 
hosting a party for them. It's tonight, by the way, and it's at your house."

Michael drew a deep breath, wondering how this was all going to end up.

"Not to worry, baby, I've taken care of everything." He could practically 
hear the smile on her lips as she spoke. "However, I do think it would be a 
good idea for you to go home now and supervise the preparations. After 
all, the two lovely ladies caring for your home will be guests and shouldn't 
have to work too hard. Besides, the Chippendales that you've hired as 
waiters will be getting there soon, and a chaperone might not be a bad 
idea." Vicki giggled.

Of course, thought Michael, I'll be providing studs for them to gaze at, 
while I'll likely be in pink tights.

"So, now I want you to step out around in front of your desk, face the 
window, bent forward, hands on the desk, legs spread. I'll there in a few 
minutes."

He rushed into position. She might make him wait for a while but he had 
once experienced the result of not being in position in time and never 
wanted to again. So he waited, looking out over the city, wondering who 
might be looking back and a man in pink lingerie, plugged and waiting for 
the attention of his Mistress.

The door to his office opened and he said his silent prayer that it was her 
approaching. He heard her purr as her fingernails trailed over his exposed 
flesh. She stepped away and moved around him, taking in the view. More 
fears realized as he heard her taking photos. Why did they still build that 
shutter sound into digital cameras?

Her hand returned and moved between his shoulder blades and the 
pressure guided him down, until he was squashing the silicone breasts 
against the surface of his desk. She pulled the panties down over his ass 
and turned and tugged the plug slowly out of him. He felt the deep ache of 
the plug moving and grit his teeth as the sensation transformed into one of 
openness and emptiness. His body was holding a memory of his service to 
her. She pulled the panties back up. 

"The cum is already started to ooze out of you, pet. Those panties are 
going to be quite a mess by the time you get home." Her joy and shaming 
him was so evident. "You're going to just toss them in the laundry this 
time, pet. Maybe your housekeeper will think you kept a souvenir from 
some tramp you fucked – when you're really the tramp, aren't you pet?"

"Yes, Mistress."

She tugged the silicone breasts out of his bra and slid them into a drawer 
in his desk and then guided his feet out of the heels, which also were given 
a home in his desk. "You can stand now, baby, and turn to me." He 
quickly complied, and she deftly tugged the front of his panties down and 
re-locked his cock into its metal cage. "You may get dressed again, pet, 
but the bra, panties and stockings stay on until you get home. Once you're 
home, I want you to check on the progress with Sara and Jessica, and then 
you can go to your bedroom and follow your instructions carefully. I'll be 
there soon to assist for a bit, and of course to enjoy your generous party."

Minutes later he was back in the limousine, with tightly attired Denise up 
front. She had found time while opening his door for him to offer up 
another generous gaze at her milky cleavage and offered a very joyful 
thanks for the gathering tonight. The metal cage hidden in his panties was 
cruelly containing another erection, as he had no option but to watch yet 
another erotic film that Miss Vicki had chosen for him. As the wheels 
crunched onto his driveway a very buxom blond was using her tongue to 
test the smoothness of the shave she'd given the pussy of redhead with 
matching figure that was currently held tight in chains.

Sending Denise to put away the car and relax until the party, he headed up 
into the house. He felt the sticky wet ooze of cum still making its way out 
of his ass and he was eager to get them off. He silently begged that a 
shower was included on his chore list.

Sara and Jessica, in their unofficial uniforms of snug, low-rise black 
trousers and form-fitting blouses (pink for Sara, a pale yellow on Jessica) 
greeting him deferentially. They had to turn away from three very fit 
servers to do it, and it was obvious these were the men from Chippendales. 
They oozed fitness and their chiselled faces seemed built for their 
confident smiles. Well, at least I'm taller, Michael thought.

It was clear that everything was under control. Just because his Mistress 
insisted that all his staff have long hair, a minimum C-cup chest and free 
and rewarded use of the house or company gym certainly didn't mean they 
weren't exemplary at their jobs. Excellent pay assisted in getting and 
keeping them happy. He quickly got out of their way and went to find out 
what wickedness he would next be enduring.

On his king size bed were two envelopes, numbered, both sealed. He tore 
open the first.

"I'm sure you're having a wonderful day so far, 
slut, since I had to finger myself to orgasm 
twice just thinking of my plans for you. I'm 
sure you made me proud. Now to business. You 
know you're hosting a party tonight, and a host 
needs to be properly prepared and attired. 

"You will shower, since I'm sure you need to, 
my cum-filled slut. In addition to getting your 
fine body clean, you'll be making sure your 
cock and balls are completely hairless. The 
keys to free them for the shower are in the 
soap dish. After your shower, once your little 
Mike is locked back up, you'll find your party 
under-things in the bottom drawer of your 
bathroom vanity. I wonder if anyone looked 
there while dusting today? 

"Once you are clean and in your proper things 
you can put on my favourite cologne and return 
to the bedroom to open the second letter. 
Hurry, pet."

He moved into his en-suite and stripped down, thankful to be free of the 
humiliating lingerie especially his stained, sticky panties. He shuddered as 
he tossed them into the laundry hamper. They were sure to be noticed and 
he'd be facing silent, knowing smiles for probably just the wrong reasons 
that Mistress has mentioned.

The shower was a dream. Being able to unlock his genitals and clean his 
body of the cum, sweat and some of the shame of the day was heaven. But 
heaven had to end, and he got to work with the razor and shaving cream, 
carefully removing the stubble that had returned since he was last prepared 
this way.

Once finished, he gave himself a final rinse and towelled off. The cage 
went back on and he opened the drawer. He sighed.

It was quite a selection. He'd love to see them on a woman. Panties—a 
thong of course, all lace and bright red. Matching red garter belt with 
black fishnet stockings. Last, but not least, was something Miss Vicki 
liked to call a titilizer. Tiny little adjustable nooses went around his 
nipples, holding them stiff and erect, and the tug of the chain between 
them added to the subtle torture. He noted with a rueful smile that this set 
also had little sterling silver handcuffs as extra adornment. 

He got dressed, not failing to notice his growing skill in getting into 
women's lingerie. He pinched his nipples to force them erect and carefully 
added their jewellery. Over time the slight ache will turn to a constant 
throb and tingling; one that will never allow him to forget the decoration. 
He gave a couple of squirts with the cologne and moved back into the 
bedroom. 

Living with "servants" in the house meant that even something like 
walking into his bedroom like this could be a recipe for humiliation. Could 
Sara have come in to dust or empty some garbage can?  They respected his 
privacy very well when they knew he was home, but he could never know 
what harmless event would leave him red-faced and one of them aghast.

This moment of heart-stoppage went by, as many did, but he couldn't 
quite get used to them.  The chain tugging at his nipples swayed as he 
walked to the bed and picked up the second envelope.

"Well done, pet.  I can just imagine how lovely 
you look.  You know that I love you clean and 
gleaming from the shower, and picturing that 
steel clad bulge in those pretty panties makes 
my mouth water.  

"Tonight you will be the perfect host for us.  
You are to dress in an elegant pair of dress 
pants, a silk shirt and my favorite jacket.  
You will show grace and thanks for all the 
lovely women who provide so much service to the 
different parts of your life.  You will be 
attentive to their every need, as you are to 
mine.  

"Today at lunch, I surprised you.  I wanted to 
see your reaction to have your secret shared 
without any preparation.  The fear, the 
tightening of your muscles.  I had to tell our 
guest a bit, but not too much I wanted to see 
her reaction as well.  Oh, and in case you are 
wondering, she will not be here tonight.  I'll 
give you just enough of a clue to know that she 
doesn't work for you.  

"There are two ways that I enjoy your 
submission to me.  You've seen me use them 
before with other toys or tasks.  Sometimes I 
like to surprise you, shock you – seeing your 
face as you realize the size of a plug only as 
it goes into you.

"The other is to let you know early, to make 
you run your future humiliation through your 
mind for hours before it happens.  Have you 
guessed yet?  Tonight is the sequel to your 
lunch.  After your party tonight, I'm going to 
take you up to your bedroom, strip you down to 
your lace and display your body how I choose.  
Maybe I'll use rope or maybe I'll just command 
you to hold perfectly still.  

"Then I'm going to bring in one of your party 
guests.  I already know which one – she doesn't 
and neither will you until you see her open 
mouth at her boss in pretty panties.

"So, another reason to be good tonight, slut.  
You never know who you might need to treat you 
well later.  

"Enjoy the anticipation, and I'll see you soon.

"Your Mistress, Vicki.

"p.s.  you're hosting a lingerie party."


Oh God.  It was working already.  He could feel his face hot, picturing the 
women from the house, the office, searching their faces in his mind and 
placing on each one the expression of shock and amusement at seeing him 
like that.

He got dressed, his own clothes feeling so strange over the lingerie. With a 
deep breath he started back downstairs to check on preparations, and to try 
to acclimatize himself to acting normal in front of a group of women – one 
of whom would soon know his deepest secret.  The chain swayed across 
his chest and the silk shirt. Jessica was the first of the two he saw, and she 
greeting him with a wide smile.  

"You look very handsome, Sir."

"Thank you Jessica, but please, no 'Sir' tonight.  I'm the host, and you're 
the guest.  Just have fun, and let me know if I can do anything for you."

Another wide smile, so intoxicating, "You've got it, Sir... I mean, 
Michael."

From then on, things continued to get more challenging.  The women from 
the lingerie company arrived, looking stunning themselves, and carrying a 
wide assortment of items that would look devastating on any of his 
anticipated guests.  

When the guests arrived, it was like a flood of beauty. Mary Hart should 
have been filming them arrive, as each dress was more stunning, more 
clingy, and more perfectly suited to the woman wearing it than the last.  
There were push-ups, low cuts, deep backs, flowing fabrics, high slits and 
skirts so tight they reduced the wearer to tiny steps. His cock was 
constantly straining at its confinement. He tried to keep his eyes from 
tracing the curve of each bottom, or diving down each open neckline, but 
it was hopeless.

When they were all there, he was surrounded by the loveliness of ten 
women, all of them stunning, all in his employ one way or another. Sara 
and Jessica working here at the house, Denise his driver, Michelle and 
Andrea who kept his books, Colleen and Amanda who were the legal 
department and Joanne, Ally and Christina who made up the secretarial 
pool.

Throughout the evening he was always on his toes, making sure every 
drink was full, guiding the muscular servers around to wherever he sensed 
an empty plate. Those men might look more overtly like objects for the 
women's consumption, but he knew he was the real toy that evening. He 
didn't know which of them would be playing yet, but he would be their 
object.

He kept himself on his feet.  There was much to do and coordinate and he 
didn't dare sit and make it just that much more obvious that his ankles 
were covered by stockings instead of socks. 

Miss Vicki arrived last, looking as innocent as he'd ever seen her.  Her 
dress was simple yet so perfectly fitted to her form it must have been 
tailored.  Light, with soft flowers in a subtle off-tone pattern, it was cut 
just low enough to stir his heart with her breathing. Another result of its 
perfect hugging of her curves was that it was absolutely evident that she 
didn't have a stitch on under it. He forced himself to keep from staring at 
her all night.

The actual lingerie session was pure torture. The women actually modeled 
a few of the pieces for the gathering, and as the only man in the room he 
was a constant focus. He had tried to keep out of the way, but they pulled 
him forward, wanting to show their potential customers a man's reaction 
to the various tiny scraps of lace. His body ached due to the cage, the 
titilizer and lust. Would he see one of these women standing over him 
wearing these things?  Would he be wearing them?

He noticed Michelle, a rather shy knockout from accounting actually blush 
at being in the simultaneous presence of her boss and lingerie. Others, 
Denise most notably, would look to him and smile slowly as she would 
run her fingers over a particularly devastating piece. The remainder of the 
guests seemed to act as if it was a girls-only night out. There had been a 
few bottles of wine opened and emptied by this time, so laughter and 
emotions were running free.

His mind was a blur, imagining each of them in the various outfits and 
costumes. He would also catch Miss Vicki's eye, or seeing her particular 
attention on something, and not be able to tell if she wanted it for her or 
for him.  When all was said and done and the women made their choices 
and orders, he noted Vicki made sure to be heard ordering at least two 
items in his size.

The party ended too soon – and not soon enough. Each woman thanked 
him personally, often with a gentle kiss or a hug that risked expose the 
chain from his aching nipples. They would tell him that this was just one 
more reason they loved working for him, smiling and lingering near him, 
close enough that his buzzing senses were aware of each motion, each 
breath, each flick of the hair. He feared their touch but at the same time, 
after such a sexually charged night, he would have begged to feel their 
breasts squashed tight against him.

The caterers had cleaned and gone. Sara and Jessica were off to their own 
quarters. He made his way finally up to his room in dimly lit silence. He 
heard the sweet voice of his Mistress before he saw her.

"Strip down to just what I've given you." Her voice was a throaty whisper.

In moments his trousers, shirt, jacket and shoes were discarded. He stood 
before her, eager and hungry, stripped down to panties and stockings and 
the teasing jewelry on his chest.  Vickie pointed to heels waiting for him 
on the floor. He slid his feet, already aching, into them.  Despite the three 
inches they added to his height he felt smaller.

She hadn't changed her dress. He felt her power, and the innocence of her 
dress contrasted with her words and what he knew of her true nature. She 
toyed with the buttons at her neckline, teasing him further.

He received a wide and wicked smile from his Mistress as she began to 
move around him. Padded leather cuffs went around his wrists, locked 
together, and she guided them up over his head, pulling his bound wrists 
down towards his shoulder blades with his elbows out beside his head. She 
fed a chain from his wrist cuffs down between his legs and clipped it to 
the cage holding his cock.  Any motion of his arms was cruelly translated 
directly along the chain.

A spreader bar trapped and held wide his ankles.  It was even more 
difficult now to balance on the heels.  With him very effectively 
immobilized, Miss Vicki took just a bit more time to apply a whorish 
blush and bright red lipstick.  The titilizer was removed and with a soft 
purr she massaged his aching nipples.  As if they were not red enough, she 
added lipstick to them as well. 

Miss Vicki had made sure months ago that he had a full-height mirror on a 
rolling stand.  It was moved in front of him now. His body was tight and 
strained, the bulge in his panties obscene. Though the lace he could see the 
steel of the cage. He looked so helpless, so controlled. While he drank in 
the humiliation, she wrote "SLAVE" across his forehead with the lipstick.

"Will you make me proud, slut?"

"Yes, Mistress, I will." He could barely speak. The anticipation had done 
its job. His nervous tension seemed to give a haze to his vision and he was 
sure anyone in the room could hear his heart beating.

"Good, pet. You've got two people to make happy tonight."

He didn't get any answer out before she filled his painted lips with a white 
rubber ball gag.  It pushed past his teeth and held his jaw wide. She helped 
him down to his knees but even with her support the chain from his wrists 
tugged at his balls. She smiled at his position and slapped his ass as she 
moved to the bedroom door. She took one look back over her shoulder to 
drink in the moment before she swung it open.

At first there was nothing, only the candlelight from his bedroom spilling 
out into the dark hallway. After a couple pounding heartbeats nervous 
steps carried her into view. Wearing what had to be his favorite outfit from 
the party—a pure white satin and lace busier with red laces along with 
matching white stockings, garters and even white stilettos—stood the 
previously meek Michelle. 

Her auburn hair, nearly always in a bun at work, flowed down in soft 
waves over her shoulders. The deep tan of her smooth skin set off the 
lingerie perfectly. She was taking deep breaths, as her full D-cup breasts 
heaved in the tight embrace of the bustier. The bustier ended just high 
enough to display a diamond in her pierced navel.

There was shock and surprise in her eyes, but it didn't last long. It seemed 
to be vaporized by lust and desire. He noticed now that in one hand she 
held a black leather crop and in the other an uncomfortably large looking 
pink rubber phallus.

"Beware the meek ones, slut. Still waters run deep," Miss Vicki whispered 
and giggled in his ear.

The noise of the heavy door as Michelle slammed it shut behind her might 
have woken Sara and Jessica but Michael had much bigger worries at the 
moment.


TO BE CONTINUED
