HUMANRES.TXT by Cindy V. Femdom, TV, humiliation. May, 2000
It was about 8 pm on a Saturday night, as I cursed the computer because my spreadsheet formula was wrong. Yes, another Saturday night at the office in downtown Manhattan. Why was I there? For one thing, because I had no social life at the moment. But for another, because there was too much work to do, and because the damn Human Resources department was dragging its feet as usual on finding me an assistant.
Sorry, but I can not say enough bad things about the Human Resources department. They don't reply to phone messages or e-mails. They take their time on processing raises. They schedule training classes in the middle of the busy season, thinking that the company revolves around them. And they have no idea that headhunters need to be managed and kissed up to if we are going to see any resumes to fill my open position. HR. We sarcastically call them the Humans, in the same nasty tone that Jerry Seinfeld uses to refer to Newman.
Perhaps the most interesting thing about the Humans is how they will not acknowledge you in the hall. To a person, they will not look at you or say hello, unless you say hello first. They are a department of about ten women, and they will not say hello to you. A few of them are very attractive, so why would they say hello to a guy who wasn't in their league? A few of them are sort of tough looking, and I wonder if maybe they are a bunch of lesbians. Not that there's anything wrong with that.
I tried to put the Humans out of my mind and concentrate on my spreadsheet, when nature called. I shouldn't have had all that coffee. One good thing about the company is that it has the kind of coffee machines that brew a single cup whenever you want, any time day or night, for free, and flavored coffee no less. Not that the Humans were instrumental in getting this. Free flavored coffee was about the only nice benefit of working on Saturday night, and I had more than drunk my money's worth.
I got up to use the bathroom. I had to go pretty badly. It was a long walk to the other side of the building to the men's room, but it wasn't that far to the women's room. And it was 8 pm on a Saturday night, with the office empty except for me, so I figured "Why not?" Why not just use the women's room?
I opened the door to the women's room. I was surprised to see a couch (why doesn't the men's room have a couch?), and then a door to another room. I opened the second door, which led to the room with all the mirrors and sinks. The sinks were full of all sorts of makeup, and I wondered if women just leave them there all day and overnight.
I picked the first stall, lifted the seat, and stood there to pee. I left the door open. As I closed my eyes and heard the sound of my peeing against the water in the toilet, I seemed to hear another muffled noise. There was a rhythmic slapping sound, followed by a yelp. I couldn't imagine where this might be coming from, or what it was, but it really didn't matter since I was in the middle of a long pee. Maybe someone left a radio on. Then the strangest thing happened - I smelled a very strong scent of perfume. Maybe that wasn't so strange - I was in the women's room, after all. I wondered if the scent of perfume could linger from Friday afternoon as the women left for the day, until late Saturday night.
I finished peeing, flushed, and was about to zip up. I turned around to leave the stall. There to my surprise were three angry women blocking my path! They had their hands crossed over their chests, and they had scowling looks in their eyes. If this were not surprising enough, all three of them were elaborately made-up, and wore only bras, panties, and high heels. And one more thing. Each of them had a huge dildo jutting out over their panties. They were scary as hell. And they were mad as hell.
These were three women from the Human Resources department. Kathy was the head of the department. Italian, slim, with black wavy hair, although about 45 she was still an attractive woman. I think she is divorced. She never wore makeup at work, but tonight she was fully made up. She wore thick black eyeliner which emphasized her angry dark eyes and a serious shade of red lipstick that emphasized a snarling mouth. She looked sort of cheap, but she did look great.
Sally is maybe 40. She is a little heavy, blonde although probably out of a bottle. Sally is not pretty. Rather, she is tough. She is in charge of the telephone system and the managing of the building services and those sorts of things, and as the person who has to deal with service contracts maybe she has to be tough. I always had the feeling she disliked men. On a normal day, this is a person you don't want to be alone in the elevator with. She had really gone overboard with the makeup, especially with lipstick. She had outlined her already full lips in a dark color, and then filled them in a dark red. To top them off, she finished her lips in a very wet gloss. Her skimpy bra only covered about half of her large breasts. On another woman this whole look might have looked sexy, but on her it made her look intimidating. To top it off, she wore a really monstorous dildo that made her look even scarier, if that is possible.
Finally Tina. She is 30, tall and slim with long brown hair. On a normal day she wore no makeup, and I could never decide whether I found her average looking or pretty. Tonight she was fully made up, and on her it was colorful but tastefully done. In particular, she was wearing several shades of eyeshadow that made her eyes very deep set. She looked spectacular.
It seemed we had all been staring at each other for the longest time. "Uh, what are you doing here?" I managed to stammer out. What I really wanted to ask, was "What are you doing here on a Saturday night, dressed in bras and panties? And what about these dildos?"
Sally wound up and slapped me hard across the face. "What are we doing here?" she repeated in a booming voice that echoed off the tile bathroom walls. "What the hell are you doing here? You're in the fucking women's room!"
Her blow stung, and I rubbed my cheek. I was surprised that she hit me, and I was surprised how hard she hit me. I was also surprised at her language. I said that I was working late and didn't think anyone else was in the building, so when I had to use the bathroom ... It sounded pretty weak.
Kathy calmly explained that they could file a sexual harrassment charge against me, they could call my boss at home right now, and they could demand that he fire me. I needed this job, and while the employment rate is pretty good at the moment, it is not that great in my particular field. "Oh no, please don't do that, I begged." I looked down, afraid to look them in the eye. Instead I found myself looking at three dildos. I looked down at myself, suddenly realizing I had never zipped up. My own penis was as visible to them, as their dildos were to me.
"Well, he obviously knows something is going on," Tina said to the other two. "Maybe we should just make him join our little party?" she suggested, as she smiled at me sweetly. I couldn't imagine what was going on.
"Maybe that would be fun," sneered Sally, as I shuddered to think what her idea of fun might be. She licked her lips suggestively at me, while stroking her dildo with one hand.
"OK, he can join the party," decided Kathy, who obviously had the final word. "But everyone gets a turn with him."
"Even Angela?" asked Tina.
"Oh yes, even Angela," replied Kathy. "That should make things more fun for her."
"But this is a party for the women of the HR. We can't let him in looking like this," said Kathy, smiling. "Let's femme him up first! Better call Judy in for this."
Tina left Kathy and Sally alone with me, still blocking me in the stall. I considered making a run for it. Could I just run right through them? I imagined Sally beating the living shit out of me if I tried. And loving it. Tina returned with Judy.
Judy laughed at my predicament, caught by three women in the women's room stall. Judy was also in bra, panties, heels, and a dildo. What was it with these women and dildos? Interestingly, she was no more made up than usual. But Judy always wore makeup in the office. Judy is about 25, Hispanic, with long reddish-brown wavy hair. Judy is pretty, she is built, and she knows it. She has a black leather miniskirt that she wears on special occasions that can throw off your concentration all day. She is so hot, and she never acknowledges the existence of about 95% of the males in the company.
"So you want me to femme him up?" she asked. "I think that would be a lot of fun," she smiled at me devilishly.
The four of them dragged me out of the stall. They started removing my clothes. I struggled, but there were four of them and my struggles were useless. Besides, my pants were still unzipped, so they had a head start. Before I knew it, I was stark naked in front of four women.
"Look at all that disgusting hair," remarked Sally, as she looked me up and down disdainfully. "That's got to go."
"Then take care of that first before I do his makeup," said Judy.
Someone produced several leather restraints to put on my wrists and ankles. My hands were pulled over my head and tied to something. My legs were pulled widely apart and also tied. Very quickly I was bound and helpless, facing the mirror.
Sally came up behind me and whispered in my ear. She pressed her breasts into my back, and she gently massaged my nipples with her thumbs. I moaned slightly. As she teased my nipples, she also rubbed her dildo against the crack of my ass. I was having mixed emotions. "I can't wait til you're all smooth and girly so I can play with you," she whispered, menacingly.
The women had several electric razors, and they efficiently shaved me everywhere below the neck. My armpits, my arms, my chest, my back and my legs were quickly hairless. They also used the electric razor on my pubic hair and ass, but they decided the result was not close enough. "Get the shaving cream and a regular razor," Kathy commanded.
Before long four women were squatting down with their faces inches from my penis. Under other circumstances that might have been as sexy as anything, but they were not there to give me pleasure. They lathered me up. "Don't move, Sweetie," Sally warned me, to the giggles of her friends. Someone held my penis and balls, while someone else firmly shaved the remainder of my pubic hair. Then everyone took a turn feeling how smooth I felt. This turned me on, but the image in the mirror of my smoothly shaved groin was very embarrassing.
Then they kneeled behind me, and I couldn't see. I felt the lather over my ass cheeks, and I felt the razor blade over them. I felt my cheeks being spread, and the razor shaved what it could reach. I felt very humiliated.
With a slap on the ass, the women pronounced me femme smooth. My ankle restaints were removed, but my arms were still hanging in the air. Someone produced a black corset. It went around my front and tied in the back. It took a long time to loosen the laces and then retie them. When they were done I felt terribly constricted. I simply could not take deep breaths. They had narrowed my waist and pushed some of my skin upward so that I really looked like I had breasts. I examined myself in the mirror and blushed in shame.
Someone produced black nylons that were slid up my shaven legs. The nylons ended at mid-thigh, and they looked very sexy. I felt high heels being put on my feet. The shoes were a size too small, but they were strapped around my ankles so they would not fall off. Between the heels and the nylons, my legs looked very shapely. Of course between the nylons and the corset was a very visible and turned on penis, so I looked ridiculous.
"Do you think he'll run away if we untie his hands?" Kathy asked. The women laughed, as surely I was not going anywhere the way I was dressed. They released whatever was holding my wrists overhead, although they left the wrist restraints on.
"Is he ready for me now?" asked Judy, who had assembled various kinds of makeup.
They sat me down in a hard chair. They removed my eyeglasses, putting me at even more of a disadvantage. Judy came at me with some sort of tool aimed at my eyes, and I flinched. "This isn't going to work," she said. "You'll have to tie him down."
They tied my hands behind my back. Then for good measure they put a collar around my neck and restrained me left and right so I couldn't move my neck. "That's much better," smiled Judy. "Now let's see what we can do with those eyebrows."
As her three friends watched, Judy leaned over me with her beautiful breasts inches from my face. She took her tweezer and started pulling hairs from my eyebrows. The first pull startled me and I tried to move my face away from her instrument. But I had forgotten the collar. The collar gave me nowhere to move and bit into my neck. I coughed as it choked me. "There's no where to go, Sweetie," Sally sneered at me. "You might as well sit back and enjoy the beauty treatment."
I realized she was absolutely right. Judy continued to pluck, and although it was uncomfortable, it wasn't all that painful. The women were chattering away, urging Judy to make the arch of my new eyebrows increasingly angled. Finally she was done, and the women oohed and ahhed over her work. I could not imagine what I looked like, and since I was not facing the mirror I couldn't see. I wondered how I would explain my new eyebrows next Monday at work.
Judy shook a bottle of something up, and then proceeded to dot my face with the liquid which she then smoothed out over my face with a little sponge. She then looked over her vast collection of cosmetics. "Hey I have an idea," volunteered Sally. "Could you make him up to look like Mimi from the Drew Carey Show?" she asked. "You know, lots of bright blue eyeshadow all over his eyes?" The women howled at the thought of this.
Judy replied, "I'm the makeup expert here. How about if you let
me decide? And how about if you let me work on him in peace? I'll call you when he's ready." This seemed reasonable to the women, so Kathy, Tina and Sally all left to go to the other room. Sally sarcastically blew me a kiss.
Judy brought her collection of makeup within arms reach, and she sat in my lap, facing me. I was severely bound and I was helpless to resist her. She leaned in so close as she worked on my eyes that I could feel her breathing. She spent the longest time with tiny brushes, alternately telling me to close or open my eyes, to look up or to look down, and I guessed she was elaborately painting my eyelids with eyeshadow and eyeliner. She told me to keep my eyes wide open as she brushed my eyelashes several times with mascara, and when that was done my lashes were heavy and I could feel their weight with each blink.
"Oh, but you look so sad," she teased me. One of the hottest women I know is sitting in my lap, and nothing erotic is happening, so yes I was sad. "I know what you need," she diagnosed. "Let's blush you up nice and pretty." And with that she took a big fluffy brush and dusted my cheeks with a dark powder. I could sense it was too much color and t hat she was going for the cheap look. For good measure she finished by applying the powder to my exposed nipples as well. "Oooh, your nipples are so perky now," she cooed, as she gave them a little tweak.
"And now let's see how sexy I can make your mouth," she announced excitedly. Judy had no end of cosmetic tools that she used on my lips. She powdered my lips, she lined them, she pencilled them in, and then she went over the pencil with lipstick from a tube. I could not tell the color because it was too close, but it was a dark color. Then she finished by painting them again and again with a liquid from a small brush.
"Wow, you sissies sure like your lipstick shiny," she exclaimed, as if this was something I had asked for.
Finally Judy announced I was ready. She turned the chair so I could see myself in the mirror, as she went to get the others.
It took me a moment to focus, since I didn't have my eyeglasses. I could not believe the makeup job Judy had done. She had given me a bizarre look somewhere between dramatic and whorish. My eyebrows were pencil thin and exaggeratedly arched. I strained to study what she had done to my eyes. I think there were three distinct shades of purple eyeshadow, lightest in the middle, but blending increasingly darker to both the inside and the outside of my eyes. My eyes were rimmed above and below in a fine dark line of purple. My eyelashes were full and thick. My face was flawless but with a thick layer of foundation, and my cheeks sported too much color. My lips were colored in a vivid shade of reddish purple. This was a very erotic look, something either a model or a hooker might wear, but nobody else. It occurred to me that even on a woman, she would need Judy's somewhat darker skin coloring to pull it off, which is why I thought it looked so bizarre on me, with my much lighter skin color. At any rate, I felt absolutely ridiculous.
Judy came back with Kathy. "This is wonderful, Judy," Kathy exclaimed. "You've made him into the sissy slut he really is. "Let's bring him out so the other girls can see him."
Kathy unshackled me, and she and Judy brought me into another room. I teetered hesitantly in my heels, and I wiggled obscenely in my corset. This room led directly from the women's bathroom, and it was a room I had never known existed. It was large, and it had all sorts of furniture in it, mostly chairs and couches that look like they came from a living room. The whole HR department was there. Sally, Tina, Mary, Julie, Linda, Donna, Jessica, and Angela. They were nearly all in bras and panties, and all elaborately made-up, although I couldn't tell if they were all wearing dildos. A couple of them had paired up, and were sitting on a couch together kissing and feeling each other up. Jessica, however, was dressed as a French maid, and seemed to be serving wine. Angela was bent over a hard chair, with two of the women each holding a wrist behind her, and Angela was getting soundly paddled by a couple of hairbrushes. So that was the strange sounds I had heard when I had been peeing. But I still didn't understand what was going on.
Everything stopped as Kathy announced to the crowd, "Look at the sissy we found using the women's room."
All the women came over to examine me. Angela must have been particularly relieved to be released from her paddling. They howled at the sight of me, and asked me what kind of man dresses like this. Kathy explained that they had found me using the women's room, and decided they would make me join their party. They took turns admiring the makeup job, teasing my exposed nipples, patting my shaved ass, fondling my exposed cock, and running their hands over my stockinged legs. Kathy held my wrists tightly behind me, and I could do nothing but let their teasing assault continue. I did not need to be wearing blush to know how red my cheeks were in embarrassment.
Someone snapped a Polaroid picture, and if I ever had any hope of somehow reporting these women to senior management for what they were doing to me, that hope died with the picture. This was a picture I did not want to have spread around.
Kathy led me to a metal pole that went from the floor to the ceiling, and she cuffed my hands behind me, to the pole. "Everyone will get a turn to play with our little silly sissy. But first me. So go back to what you were doing."
The crowd disbursed to various corners of the room. Without my glasses, I could not really see what was happening in the distance, although I heard the distinct smacks that told me that Angela was getting it again.
Now I was alone with Kathy. She put her body very close to mine, making me very uncomfortable. She looked sexier than I ever remembered her at work. She was in black lace bra and panties, and her black eyeliner made her dark eyes look very exciting. She pressed herself against me, and I could feel her dildo deliberately rub against my cock. That was a strange feeling! She was making me extremely nervous.
"You probably want to know what's going on, don't you?" she asked, as she put her carefully lined red lipsticked lips close to my own lipsticked lips. "This has been going on for years, and you are the first outsider to find out."
Kathy continued to talk to me, with her pretty lips agonizingly close to mine, but not so close so that I could kiss them. I inhaled her lovely perfume. She casually stroked my cock as she told the story.
"I began this HR department about twenty years ago. Sally was the next person I brought in. We are both divorced, and we decided we really hate men. One thing led to another, and we became lovers."
"That explains a lot," I thought to myself. I always suspected they were lesbians.
Kathy continued. "When it was time to hire a third person, I decided I would only hire a woman. That was Donna. Donna was and is married. But we convinced her that her career would go better if she became a lover with us. We turned her on to lesbian sex, and although she still has sex with her husband, there really is no comparison, is there?"
I had rented a few lesbian videos, and I had to agree with Kathy. I nodded in agreement. I hadn't realized that Judy must have put clip-on earrings me, because I felt them dangle as I moved my head.
"Each time I needed to expand the department, I simply hired another woman. Sally and I made it a requirement that each new woman had to agree to have sex with us. A few initially resisted, as Angela is doing tonight, but eventually we win them over. Tonight is Angela's first party night with us. First Angela needs to learn that Sally and I are in charge, and she is not to question us. Then Angela will have a dozen orgasms tonight, or even more if she wants. She can go back to her boyfriend if she likes, but he will never give her what we can give her."
"We have these little parties once a month. The office seemed perfect for it. There are all sorts of locked rooms here nobody knows about. Plus on a Saturday night, who could possibly walk in on us?" And with that she stopped stroking my cock, and instead she squeezed my balls until I screamed from the pain.
"And now my sweet little sissy slut, you need to learn that I am in charge of you too."
Kathy left me for a moment contemplating her words. Then she
returned with a few toys. She released me from the pole, keeping my wrists still handcuffed. She sat down on a chair, and motioned me to lie over her lap. I was slow to comply, and her eyes flashed with anger. She roughly pulled me over her lap.
"Do you really think you have any choice in the manner?" she asked me, as she rubbed and played with my ass.
"No," I replied meekly.
"Damn right, you don't," she barked at me. "You have noticed these dildos we're wearing, haven't you? They are for our pleasure. Sometimes a woman wants a big cock that's hard when she wants it hard, without all the macho shit that's attached to a man."
I didn't need a lesson on what a woman does with a dildo to please herself, or what two women do together.
"Listen up, sissy," Kathy continued. "You will do what I or what any other woman here tonight tells you to do, exactly and without any hesitation. Or else I will tell every woman to line up, and one by one we will fuck your ass silly. In fact, we may end up doing that anyway. You'd love that, wouldn't you?"
"No, please don't do that," I begged. I had always thought Kathy hated me. I didn't doubt for a minute that would do just what she proposed.
And with that, Kathy started spanking me. First she started with her hand, spanking me sharply on each ass cheek. I could hear Angela being spanked as well, and sometimes we were spanked in unison. The first few spanks merely stung, but Kathy increased their intensity and before long I was crying in pain.
She tired spanking me with her hand, but then she picked up one of her toys. It was a ping pong paddle, and before she used it she made me kiss it.
"Why you little slut, you got your precious lipstick over my paddle," she yelled at me as she showed me the lip print. It was an extra humiliation seeing my own lip print on it. "I'll just have to spank you with the paddle until your ass is as purple as your lipstick, won't I?"
And she whaled away with her paddle on my ass, as I cried in pain. She would stop once in a while to admire my ass color and to feel how warm my ass was, and then she would go on and paddle my ass again. I begged her to stop, and by now I knew I was beaten, but physically and mentally, and I understood her power over me.
She told me to stand, and she recuffed me to the pole with my hands behind my back. At least I could rub my own ass.
"Well little sissy, you seemed to enjoy being spanked, didn't you?" she asked me.
I didn't understand how she could say that. My ass was on fire, and the tears were still streaming down my face.
"You must have enjoyed it. Your cock is bigger than ever," she explained. I felt Kathy gently touch my cock, and she was right.
But she wasn't done. She found some pink ribbon, fondled my balls, and then wrapped my balls up tightly in ribbon, separating them and making them look pronounced. Then she held my cock with one hand as she lightly but rapidly paddled my balls with the other. That was excrutiating. I closed my eyes, not wanting to watch her work over my tender balls. She finished by taking another pink ribbon and tying it around my cockhead.
"Maybe we should let each woman decorate your cock and balls with colored pens? Wouldn't that be fun?" she asked sarcastically. Then she walked away and in a loud voice she announced, "I'm done with him. Sally, do you want to be next?"
Sally came over to me. She looked me over, up and down, like I was a piece of meat on display. She paused to tighten the ribbons on my cock and balls, which made me jump. Then she smiled. "I just love pretty girls, especially when they have that slutty look, like you have right now. And there's nothing sluttier than your purple eyeshadow, Sweetie," she teased me. I felt humiliated, knowing she was right.
Sally looked at my face for a long time. I felt scared. Not only did I not want whatever she was about to do to happen, I especially didn't want it to happen from her. She was scary, and I just didn't find her attractive. Sally then held my face with both her hands. First she tenderly kissed away my tears. Then she kissed me. She kissed me hard, as if she were the man and I were the woman, kissing me in a ruthless, demanding way. I now realized how controlling and demeaning this was, as I was powerless to stop the assault of her lips and her tongue on mine.
She forced me to kneel, still handcuffed to the pole behind me. There I was, looking right at the head of Sally's dildo. Sally teasingly rubbed it against my face and gently slapped my cheeks with it. "You'd love it, sissy, wouldn't you. You'd love to suck this cock. Go ahead, and say it. In fact, beg me for it"
No, that is not what I would love to do, I thought. But nothing would be gained from telling her that.
"Please let me suck your cock," I found myself saying.
Sally gave a throaty laugh. She too, just like Kathy, knew full well how much power she had over me.
"First give it a little kiss, sissy. Just the head of it. A little kiss," she commanded. I felt revulted by the thought, but I kissed it.
"You are a slut, honey," she ridiculed me. But then she pulled the dildo away, and removed it from its harness. "That's not really why I wanted you kneel down, sissy."
Sally pushed my face into her pussy, holding onto my ears. Now normally no one likes to eat pussy more than me. It was just the idea that it was Sally's, that bothered me. But I tried to forget that. She was dry, but I kissed her outer lips and licked them slowly until she opened up. I inserted my tongue, and I licked and sucked to Sally's verbal commands and her pulling on my head. She knew exactly how she wanted to be eaten, and she let me know. We got into a rhythm, and I knew it would not be long until she came. When she came, she squeezed my head into her groin hard, and I thought I was going to suffocate. Eventually her orgasm slowed, and she released my head and allowed me to stand, still tethered to the pole.
"Not bad for a sissy," was as much of a compliment as she would give me. "Sissy?" I thought to myself. I had given the great Sally some damn fine oral sex, as good as her lesbian friends give.
"Anyone else want him?" Sally asked the group, as she wandered off somewhere else.
Donna and Linda came over to me, together. These were women in their fifties, I guessed. Donna was the receptionist, and I hadn't realized that she was part of the Humans. As receptionist, she was always immaculately made up, and tonight she looked no differently. Linda was a little older and wore no makeup at work, but she got into the spirit tonight and was heavily made up. They too were in bras and panties, but unlike nearly everyone else, they carried dildos in their hands rather than wearing them.
They commented that my face was a mess, having just come from Sally's pussy, but they decided it would be more fun to just leave me that way. I felt all wet and sticky from Sally's juices, and I couldn't do anything about it. A subtle torture.
These two older women had much more subtlety in mind. They were not interested in playing with me at all. They pushed a couch that was on wheels over, and sat in it, right in front of me. And they kissed each other, very gently, toying with each other's tongues. They kissed much slower than I would have, but I could see that they knew how to slowly ignite each other's passions. They removed each other's bra and gently played with each other's nipples, alternately licking each other, with some of the slowest foreplay I had ever seen. They were in no hurry, and they obviously knew how to turn each other on. Finally the panties came off, and Donna inserted a dildo into Linda. I heard a buzzing sound, so I realized it was a vibrator. Donna was manually pushing the vibrator in and out of Linda, and Linda was going wild.
I was also turned on by the whole scene, and I was straining against my bonds, humping air. This was their method of torturing me. They no longer had the bodies of their younger colleagues, but they knew how to excite each other, and they knew it would frustrate me just watching them.
After Linda came, it was Donna's turn, but they had another frustration for me. Linda made me open my mouth and accept the vibrator that had been in her pussy. She told me to suck on it and clean off all the juices. Then Donna stripped off her panties, but she put them over my head. Now I could not see what was going on, as I heard the buzz of a second vibrator, presumably by Linda inserting it in Donna. Meanwhile I sucked the vibrator as she commanded, tasting her juices which were as tasty as any younger woman's.
Eventually the buzzing stopped, and I felt the panties being removed from my head. Linda then removed the vibrator from my mouth. She examined it and sniffed it. Then she gave me a little kiss on the cheek. "Thanks for the cleaning job, sissy," she told me. I blushed as I realized even Linda had found a way to humiliate me. The two of them moved on.
Mary came over to me next. Mary is thin and small, with long wavy brown hair. She always wears a tough look at work; maybe it's her defense for being short. Mary never ever says hello to you at work; I can't imagine why. She looked at my face. "Poor baby," she said to me. "I saw you go down on Sally. But nobody cleaned your face afterwards. We'll have to fix that." She went and got some paper towels that she moistened in the sink, and then she tenderly wiped my face. I couldn't imagine Mary as being nice to me. "Thank you, Mary," I said to her.
Well, it must have been something I said, because that enraged her. Suddenly she pivoted her hips and sharply slapped me across the face with her hand. She followed it up with another slap with the other hand. "Don't ever speak to me," she screamed at me.
I couldn't imagine why thanking her got her so angry. She slapped me several more times. My hands were bound behind me to the pole, so I could do nothing but take her slaps. Then she stopped slapping me and surprised me by licking both of my nipples. This felt wonderful. But I realized Mary was manic and would quickly switch from tenderness to sadistic. After licking my nipples to little erections, she then squeezed both of them at once between her thumb and forefingers. I have tender nipples and have no tolerance for pain in them. I screamed so loudly I thought the lobby guard would hear me. Mary just grinned evilly. Then she grabbed my face and kissed me. What a crazy bitch. Before I could recover from her kiss, she put her hands on my shoulder, and kneed me in the groin. I thought I would throw up from the pain, as I slumped to the floor. I thought the little bitch could not do any more damage, but with me laying on the floor, she pressed the heel of her high heel shoe onto my balls, threatening to crush them and provide indescribable pain. I pleaded with her with my eyes not to do this. She laughed at me, and decided not to finish me off.
At this point I was in great pain, and I wondered who would work me over next. Jessica came over. Jessica has very thick black hair, big succulent lips, and has always struck me as being a rich bitch. Now Jessica was not in bra and panties like everyone else, but she was in a French maid's outfit. A tight low-cut and short black dress, fishnet stockings, heels, and a little white apron. She had a tray and a glass of white wine on it. She knelt down and offered me the wine. She fed it to me, as my hands were behind me. I coughed, but drank her gift of wine.
As I began to recover from Mary's beating, I shrank away from Jessica. I wondered if after a little kindness, she would beat me too.
"No, you don't have to worry about me," she said. "I'm not into all this violence against you or against men. I like men."
"Then what are you doing in all this?" I asked her. "And why the maid's outfit?"
"I need to survive in this company and this department, so that's why I'm here," she explained. "You forget before Angela, who the newest department member is. Me. They put me under their thumb, just like they are doing to Angela. But this lesbian love stuff is not so bad. In fact, you probably haven't been paying attention to Angela, but she has never had as many orgasms as she's had tonight."
I looked over towards Angela. I could not see perfectly without my glasses, but there were three women ministering to her, and Angela was moaning with pleasure.
Jessica continued. "Until tonight I was the newest member. So each month they give me the maid duties. I serve refreshments. I go around, giving a lick here, a kiss there, whatever they ask me to do. I have had a few orgasms tonight too. But this is my last week in the maid's outfit. Next week Angela has to wear it, and I get full department rights to make love to whomever I want."
"Well, I think Angela has to wear it," Jessica reconsidered. Then, smiling at me, "Maybe they'll make you wear it instead."
It never occurred to me that Kathy and company would make me return again. But why not, they certainly had enough blackmail material on me.
"What's the deal with Mary?" I asked.
"Oh Mary. I don't think she knows whether she likes men or truly hates men. When she was younger, guys used to take advantage of her, especially because she is so tiny. But she learned martial arts, and she has a lesbian partner, so she just has no use for men. Except that she wants to have a baby. You gave her the perfect opportunity to dish out a guilt-free beating, so she took it. Don't take it personally."
An odd comment. Don't take it personally? Who was the one who got his balls personally crushed?
"I see. Well, what can I do for you, Jessica?" I asked.
Jessica thought about that for a moment. "Truthfully, there's not too much I can't get from the other girls. But there is something they have not done for me."
With that she told me to kneel, and she pulled up a chair in front of me. She removed her heels.
"I really wish you could massage my feet," she told me. "But I don't think I had better release your hands. How about if you kiss my feet?"
I love a lot of the things about the female body, but I am not a foot guy. Jessica presented one of her stockinged feet to my face. She had been wearing shoes for a while, and her foot smelled like feet smell. But Jessica had been nice to me, and had asked me to kiss her foot rather than commanding me, so I did. She got bolder, and directed me to kiss it all over, top and bottom. Meanwhile she used her other foot to massage my cock and balls. Then she told me to suck her toes, through her stockings. "You know, make believe they are little penises," she said. Well, I didn't need that image! But there was something deliciously humiliating about sucking her toes, and her other foot in my crotch was kind of nice. So I attacked my job of sucking her toes with gusto. Jessica closed her eyes and started fondling herself. She was in her own space, moaning softly, probably fantasizing about someone besides me, and she came.
When she calmed down, she gave me a sensuous kiss on the lips, and then she wandered off somewhere else in the room.
I was pleased to see that my next companion was a smiling Judy. Judy said nothing for the longest time. Her breasts were hanging out of her bra, and they had lipstick marks on them, so someone had been kissing them. Her large brown aureola looked inviting. She played with a nipple with one hand, as she stroked her monstorous dildo with the other. She watched my reaction carefully. My eyes opened wide, a mixture of lust for her beautiful body, and fear for what she might do with that dildo. My cock made it obvious how much she turned me on.
She gently put her hands on my face. "Poor baby," she cooed at me. "Do I make you all hot and bothered?" I nodded excitedly. She smiled at me seductively. "You'd love to my suck my nipples, wouldn't you? All men do. But you know, men don't know how to suck nipples. I have yet to find one who knows how to do it right. On the other hand, the women in this department, . ," and she looked on dreamily, not bothering to finish her sentence, although the implication about how much she enjoyed lesbian love was clear.
"I could really use a good fuck," she announced. For the briefest moment my heart raced with excitement. "Oh no," she laughed as she knew immediately how I would react. She looked disdainfully at my cock. "Not with you. I think I'll just fuck myself with my dildo." I sighed. I knew it was too good to be true.
"But my dildo is so dry," she whined, in almost a baby voice, as she continued to stroke it suggestively. "A gentleman like you wouldn't want me to get hurt, would you?" I shook my head `No'. "Maybe you could help me. Do you think you could, you know, lick it for me a little?" she asked, batting her beautiful eyelashes, so innocently, although she obviously had been setting me up all along.
Without waiting for a reply from me, although it wouldn't have mattered to her what I said, she removed her strap-on dildo from its harness, and prepared to put it in my mouth. I found this idea completely humiliating, but I figured resistance was futile, and I did remember what Kathy had said about lining everyone up. Just as Judy's dildo was about to go in, she decided something was wrong. "Wait. What happened to all the lipstick I carefully put on you?
Obviously my lips had had a busy evening, and it was still early.
"We can't have this sorry state of affairs, can we?" Judy asked, in mock seriousness. "I think this is disgraceful. I mean, you can't very well fix your own makeup, can you? I think it should be the responsibility of whoever messes up your lipstick, to fix it, don't you?" That struck me as pretty ridiculous, and thinking back, I wasn't sure if it was Kathy or Sally who had messed up my lipstick. I certainly didn't want Sally back again. But Judy decided she would do the repair work herself, and she left briefly to get one.
She returned with a lipstick. She unscrewed it and made me admire the deep reddish brown color. Then she put it under my nose and made me inhale its scent. Finally she held my face with one hand, as she firmly applied the lipstick to my lips with the other. Her own tongue was darting in and out as she painted my lips, and it looked like she was enjoying herself.
"That's a nice shade of cocksucking red," she said, as she admired her job on my lips. I blushed at the thought, but Judy gave me no time to think about it. She brought her dildo to my lips, and she told me to use my tongue to just touch its tip. Then she had me kissing the tip, licking it up and down, and finally she was inserting it in my mouth and pulling it in and out.
Meanwhile she was fondling my cock with her other hand. Just as Jessica had done, she was turning me on while making me do something I otherwise would never had wanted to do. Judy varied the speed that she would piston the dildo in my mouth, continually keeping me off balance. At the same time, she was teasing me, telling me how much I must be enjoying sucking her dildo because how hard I was getting, and telling me how hot it was to see my lipstick coming off on the dildo. My emotions were conflicting, but she was making me love it.
I actually was enjoying sucking her dildo, when she abruptly pulled it out of my mouth and sat down right in front of me. I thought of asking her if I could have it back, but stopped myself from that humiliation in time. Unfortunately she also released her hand on my cock too. She then took her dildo, which I had made extremely wet for her, and plunged it into her pussy right in front of me. She masturbated herself furiously, her eyes never leaving mine, as she enjoyed the frustration she was causing me. She was enjoying herself immensely, while I was inches away, getting no relief. She pounded that dildo in her, until she came.
"Say Angela, now it's your turn with sissy," Sally announced. Angela staggered over to me, accompanied by all the other women. Angela is about 22, probably just out of college, and usually has the clean-cut girl-next-door look. She is pretty, with shoulder length dark hair that she wears in a little flip. She was elaborately made-up tonight, and did look kind of sexy. There were lipstick marks of various shades all over her body. I remembered Kathy's earlier words to me; Angela looked like she probably had a dozen orgasms tonight. She seemed dazed, but happy. She was also a little drunk from too much wine.
Kathy released my wrists from the pole where they had bound me. She also untied the ribbons that had been around my cock and balls. The group led me over to a mattress, and had me lay on my back.
"What do you think, Angela?" asked Kathy. "The one way you haven't had an orgasm all night is from a guy. Interested in one last fuck?" Kathy asked Angela. This sounded pretty good to me. Although I had been fondled various times all night, I had gotten no release.
Angela was probably not interested in one last fuck, but I think by this time she knew that her job was to agree with her boss, so she said "Sure."
Angela no doubt had a pretty moist pussy, and I was already hard, so as the women moved Angela into the woman-atop position over me, it looked like we would just go right to it. But Kathy had one more humiliation for me.
You know, Angela," began Kathy. "You've had some pretty big dildos inside you tonight. If we let sissy fuck you with his little thing, well, you may never go back to men at all."
Angela and I were both mystified by this. The other women knew Kathy must have been leading up to something.
"Tell you what we're going to do," Kathy continued. Kathy produced a big black dildo. Then she put the dildo over my cock, and strapped it on me. The dildo was hollow, and simply engulfed my penis. The women were howling with laughter at me. They then positioned Angela over me. Angela opened her pussy lips, knelt over me, and in one move I was inside her. Well, I think I was inside her. I didn't feel anything.
As her friends urged her on, Angela and I thrust together, and Angela enjoyed a fucking from a dildo much bigger and wider than I could have given her. I continued to thrust, getting no benefit from this at all, until she came.
Someone unstrapped the dildo from me and removed it from my penis. Kathy told Angela to leave it inside her for now.
"I think we need one more ceremony before we conclude tonight's activities," announced Kathy to the crowd. "I think everyone has come about as many times tonight as they cared to. Except poor sissy here. Sissy hasn't come at all. Jessica, bring over an empty wine glass." Jessica did this.
"Judy, do you have any lipstick in hot pink?" Kathy asked. "Why don't you do sissy's lips one more time in a nice shade of hot pink lipstick," she ordered. Judy found a pink lipstick and stroked it on me.
"Now sissy, it's your turn. We want to watch you jerk yourself off into the wine glass."
I was not sure I could perform in front of all these women. They heckled me, and commented on my form, as I stroked myself. They told me how cute I looked jerking off while wearing pink lipstick. I looked around at each woman, especially the ones I thought look the sexiest, and I used them for inspiration. It didn't take me long to come, and I aimed it in the wine glass.
Kathy took the wine glass from me and examined it. She told the group it didn't look like I ejaculated very much, although if the group has so little male contact I wondered if she had much basis for comparison.
Then she asked Angela to remove the big black dildo that was still inside her. Angela gave it to Kathy, and Kathy took it and put it in the wine glass with my ejaculation. She swirled it around until it was covered with my milky liquid.
"Now clean it off, sissy," Kathy commanded me. I shuddered with this thought, having never tasted sperm. Tina and Linda held my arms, as Kathy approached me with the wine glass. "Angela, why don't you do the honors?"
Angela held the dildo by the end and put it to my lips. I clenched my lips shut. Someone reached out and pinched my nipple with her nails. I opened my mouth to scream, and Angela quickly filled it with her dildo.
"Suck, suck, suck" the group chanted in unison.
The dildo tasted as a mixture of things. There was the taste of the rubber dildo itself, which I had experienced several times this evening. There were the remnants of Angela's pussy juices. Although I had not tasted her juices before, I had tasted many women over the years, and several that night. The remaining taste must have been me. It was sticky and salty, and really not that unpleasant. But Angela pushed it in and out of my mouth, and as ten women watched and chanted the humiliation of the act was overwhelming.
"Is this your first taste of sperm?" Kathy asked me. My mouth was full, so all I could do was nod.
"I thought so," replied Kathy. "That's why I wanted Judy to do your lips in pink."
I didn't get it.
"You know, pink lipstick, like what an innocent virgin might wear. More like the innocent virginal sperm sucking cocksucker you are. Or so you say you are."
"Keep sucking until you've swallowed all that disgusting sperm, sissy."
The women were hysterical with laughter.
THE END.
(This is a Cindy V story. Please leave my name with it. Thanks.)