A Working Day: Part 3: Afternoon by Abe Froman (aka ed cantor)

I decided to break this installment up into "Afternoon" and "The Party" to keep you waiting a little longer.
~ Mistress Magick
[Begin with Part One]

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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."

[Continue to Part Four]
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