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
