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October 2020 Short Story: Worth for the Wear (Part 2)
🕑 Added 2020-10-30 11:00:05 +0000 UTCThe winning prompt for September was: "Some folks aren't happy with the new office dress code. But the boss will bring them on board. (F/m)" I decided there was enough to extend this into a two-parter. This is the continuation. The first part is here.
Disclaimer: Any resemblance to persons or organizations real or fictional is entirely coincidental. This is fiction.
CW: This work contains examples of (highlight to show) unsafe BDSM, workplace harassment, workplace sexual harassment, and non-consensual sexual situations.
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Pader was vacuuming the floor of Knursten's apartment. Three weeks in, he was getting used to his home life with her. Making breakfast was easy enough, and doing crosswords together was fun. The butler uniform (white shirt, brown vest, black jacket with white trim held together by a silver chain, and black, pocketless pants) was starting to feel like a part of his body. She had since purchased a pair of spare sets for him to help keep things tidy. After breakfast and the first blowjob of the day, she usually retreated into the second bedroom. The first day he had asked about it, and she had replied with, "Off limits to you, mister!" Since then, he hadn't asked, and she hadn't told him.
But today, he was surprised to hear her creak open the door and ring one of several crystal bells now placed throughout the house to call him over. He switched off the vacuum and quickly walked over. "You called, Madam?"
She closed the door behind her and stepped into the hall. He could see she was wearing a teal tank top (which stopped well short of her midriff) and matching spats, each of which carried sizable sweat stains. He could smell the workout she had just gotten through. "So I normally just towel myself off and shower after exercise. But today I was thinking I could give you a new, fun job." She extended her sweaty left palm towards his face. "Lick me clean. Start with the hand."
Her musky scent was practically magnetic to Pader. He had no problem diving towards her hand and gently lapping up sweat all over it. She maneuvered her arm to let him lick that as well, raising it enough so that the odor from her armpit could be smelled. He attacked the sweat with a vengeance, sniffing furiously as he went. His momentum didn't flag when he started to taste the hair in her armpit. He sucked at her hair to get at the pungent sweat stuck to it. Before long, her left arm was 'clean', albeit covered in his saliva.
"Hehe, that tickled. You're good at this, but it does take a while." She looked down, and saw his crotch was bulging. "I think I'll have you do the other hand, but first, drop your pants and get on your knees."
Pader complied, smiling eagerly. She put her butt against the wall and leaned forwards, extending her sweaty right palm in a similar fashion to her left. "Lick me clean, honey. You can tickle if you want." Meanwhile, her right foot descended on his cock. He could feel the fabric of the damp black sock pressing into him, but he didn't forget to start licking. Service first, pleasure second.
Knursten squeezed his meat with her toes. Pader licked between her fingers. She started to squeeze, pinch a little around his glans. He worked his way up her arm, tenderly brushing his tongue over her elbow. She shivered slightly, and that wave carried down to her foot, rocking his shaft. "HNNGH!"
"Oh, you are just so *cute*, hon!" Knursten's eyes shone as she abandoned restraint and started to jackhammer his cock, bouncing her foot up and down on top of the shaft and glans. It was all both of them could do to keep their balance. Pader helped his mistress by holding her up with one arm as he hungrily dived into her armpit, taking a big, hefty sniff. A particularly forceful throb tossed her foot off his cock just as he climaxed.
Cum sprayed upwards from his raging erection, reaching all the way up to her waistline. Half of it spattered down onto the floor, while the other half got on Knursten in some form, either mixing with her belly sweat or soaking into her spats.
"I guess I'm going to have to take a shower after all." She striped out of her exercise gear and tossed it down on the floor. "Make sure to wash these later."
Pader, tired and on his knees, raised his hand before she turned towards the bathroom. "*pant* One moment, Madam Whill. I've got something I want to say. It won't take long."
"Okay. Go ahead."
"I've been wanting to say this for a few days now. I know a lot has happened since I started staying here. I know some of it wasn't... pleasant. For you or for me. But I want to say that what you've been doing these past couple of days, keeping my worst instincts under control? I appreciate it, and it means a lot." He stared up with sincere eyes. "Can you, can you keep taking care of me? Would that be too much to ask?"
Knursten didn't say anything, at first. Then she got down on one knee and wrapped her arms around him in a tight, affectionate embrace. "Of course I can, honey. And it does mean a lot for you to say that." She gave him a quick kiss on his right cheek. "I really do have to shower, though. Can I count on you to be there in 10 minutes to towel me off?"
He nodded, blinking a tear out of his eye. "Yes, Madam. I'll set a timer."
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The new dress code was posted on the board that Monday. It read:
~Office Dress Code~
1. Male employees must wear shorts and a formal shirt. Baggy clothes are not allowed.
-Knursten Whill shall be measuring all male employees for their clothing sizes.
2. Shorts may end no less than 10 centimeters above the knee.
-Leggings are allowed, depending on the weather
3. Female employees may wear whatever they choose, provided they keep it professional.
4. Male employees found in violation of dress code rules 1-3 after 9AM on WW/ZZ will report to Ms. Whill's office immediately.
-Ms. Whill reserves the right to clothe violators however she pleases.
5. Male employees found in repeat violation of dress code rules 1-3 will be spanked in public in front of the entire office.
Murdew didn't even have the energy to give a clever retort, or even sigh, in response to the new rules. Still, he had managed to survive the day by staying off Knursten's radar. It was finally time to go home. He logged off his PC and gathered his things together, getting ready to leave, when-
*THUD*. A stack of papers was plopped down onto his desk. He stared up to find himself facing Patrilla, a tanned girl who was five years his junior, staring idly back at him. She usually wore hoop earrings and flashy jewelry, and her heels put her a head taller than him when both were standing. With him seated, the difference in height was even more pronounced.
"Yeah, so like I need you to enter these numbers into the shared client info spreadsheet. And I kinda need this done by tomorrow morning. You can handle that, right?"
He looked down, and replied, "...Um, is there any way you could find someone else?"
"HUH?" Patrilla pursed her pink lips for an angry shout. "I'm gonna need to check this info for a meeting with Company E first thing tomorrow. You used to be in charge of them until last month, you gotta know they're strict on numbers."
"B, but I was done, I, I was about to go home..." He was shaking, glued to his seat.
"Wow, you really don't learn. Do I need to send you up to Ms. Whill's for another spanking? I heard the last one hurt." She gestured with her thumb towards the boss's office.
"N, no ma'am. I'll have it ready for tomorrow morning." He reached towards the stack of papers, hands heavy.
"Gee, thanks, hot stuff." She bounced off towards her own desk in a flash. He noticed her tapping something into her smartphone. That glam rock phone case had always gotten on his nerves.
Murdew ended up being the last one out of the office. By the time he was ready to leave, snow had started to pile up outside.
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In the legal section, senior counsel Mayrissa paged through a report from one of her subordinates, absentmindedly rubbing her own shoulders. Wednesday was always a day where fatigue started setting in. She stopped on a particular paragraph. "Mesruc! Could you come here for a minute?"
"What is it, Mayrissa?" Mesruc came over from a few cubicles down.
"You did write this report, yes?"
"That I did, yeah."
"And you checked it before you hit send?" Her tone turned mildly accusatory.
"Of course I did. I always check my work."
She let out a sigh and pointed at her screen."Take a look at this paragraph. Read it for me."
He leaned over her shoulder to get a clear view of the screen. "So here, I say, 'While we have no desire to turn this issue into a lengthy court case, we have an obligation to protect our copyrights. Be aware that those found in violation can be find up to seven hundred thousand-' uh..."
She didn't say a word.
"This is a thing. I forgot the 'e' and now it reads like they'll get money instead of lose it." He scratched his head bashfully. "I'm going to have to check this again, aren't I?"
"Yes, I think you'd better. Try to send it to me again before the 11 o'clock deadline, would you?"
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While most of the client relations duties had been taken over by the women at the office, there were still long-term business relationships that did have to be maintained. It was thus that Pader found himself walking into Clams de la Creme, a seafood place that hung framed pages of various local magazines extolling the qualities of its baked clams. It was an pretty high-class place, boasting small amenities like separate fishbowls for matches and mints on two different end tables next to the entryway. A valet stepped up to take his coat, and he awkwardly shrugged it off onto her.
The owner of their second-biggest supplier, Chez Corris, raised a hand to wave him over. "Pader, good to see ya!"
"I could say the same, Chez. It's been a few months, I think."
"Half a year, I'd say." The man's grin was accented by a thick toothbrush moustache, "I was startin' to think you'd forgotten all about us down south!"
"How could I forget. I've never seen a guy eat a steak as fast as you!" He smiled knowingly, "And I was worried you were just here for the food."
"Heh! Guilty as charged, my man!" Chez gave the taller man a hefty slap on the back. "But the company doesn't hurt the taste. I booked a table in the smoking section, hope ya don't mind."
"Oh. Ah, no, of course not." He nodded a bit more sheepishly at that, and let the older man lead him to a table. They must have spent a good four hours and gone through twice as many cigars. Chez was offering, and Pader knew the man well enough not to refuse. Business was set, and the two men walked away for the night. Pader had to stop before hailing a taxi. He sprinted back in to get his coat, then found a reasonable ride home.
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It was 1:28 AM when Pader finally stumbled into the doorway of Knursten's apartment. He instinctively fumbled for the light switch before realizing that the lights were, in fact on.
The Madam was sleeping upright in a chair, snoring softly. There was a spy novel entitled The Embassy Snare - A Greyfox Steele Adventure face down on the floor at her feet. He smiled and picked it up, placing a bookmark into the open page and setting it quietly onto the table next to one of two empty takeout containers. He took the containers to the sink and washed them out, then tossed them into the bin for plastic trash.
He put one hand on her shoulder, and gently shook it awake. "Madam, you shouldn't sleep out here, you might catch a cold."
"Mmm?" Her eyes blinked open, and she shook her head for a second to get her focus. "Oh, hey pumpkin. How was the meeting?"
He paused for a moment. "Um... It was fine. Chez was pretty much how I remembered him. We talked about...stuff. Food was fine. Anyways, do you want me to walk you to your room?"
"Mm, thanks hon, but I think I should be good. You sure you're gonna be okay? You seem a little off tonight." She raised one eyebrow in a slight expression of mild concern.
He waved his hands in a way that was less dismissive and more clumsy. "No! I'm fine, totally fine. Nothing went wrong! You should really get to bed, and so should I, it's la-"
He was cut off when she reached for his trousers and grabbed him by the balls. "Okay, I was thinking I was just tired. So are you, for that matter, but you are *very* obviously not your usual self." She let go, and her voice softened. "What's wrong, honey? If it's not a big deal, it can wait until tomorrow, but if it's eating you, I'll listen now."
"I uh. It's not really..." Pader stopped, words caught in his throat. After a moment, he cradled his head in his hands. "...oh geez. I'm pathetic. You can see right through me. And I don't deserve you."
"Huh, I uh?!" Knursten looked around, confused. "Was I mean? Did I do something bad to you? Tell me honey, I'm sorry, I can try to fix-"
"No, not that! You've been better than I deserve, Madam. And I know you care, and that makes me happy. So, so happy I could explode. I'm just not worth your time." He reached into his coat pocket and fished out something, smacking it on the table next to the spy novel. Knursten looked over. It was a box of matches bearing the name of the local seafood place he had eaten at that night.
"He was smoking cigars all night. Lighting each one with a separate match. It went on for hours and hours and there were free matchboxes out in the entryway when I was walking out and I just... *sob*" His voice cracked. A warm tear rolled down his cheek.
Then, his cheek got warmer as she placed her hand over it, giving him a gentle smile. "Y'know, that had to be really hard to admit. I bet it was a really tough time for you. You did so well, and you told me the truth." She wiped his next tear away. "You're stronger than you think, really you are, honey."
She continued, "Let me ask you, I hear sometimes having a reminder of what you're staying strong for can help. I can give you something that'll remind you of me, all the time. Do you think that would help?"
"*sniff*. I, I don't know. I think it might. Thinking of you always helps."
"Just a second, pumpkin." She got off the chair, landing somewhat unsteadily, and sprinted away. She returned less than two minutes later with a fancy grey box tied with a ribbon. She held it up to him. "I was planning on giving this to you at the office next week, but we can start on it now."
He opened the box to find... "A chastity belt, Madam?"
She nodded, "Yup, that way you'll remember something that feels a heck of a lot better than any of that self-destructive nonsense that's been bothering you. And besides, it's gonna be required at the office starting this next Monday."
He looked at the lilac-colored piece of silicone material, noting the silver, heart-shaped lock. "Did, did we agree on a new dress code yet?"
"Yes, 'we' did." Knursten smirked and made an air-quote gesture. "You were going to sign off on it tomorrow, hehe. Anyways, I'll also be keeping the key on me," she held up a silver key with a heart engraved on the body, clearly a match for his lock, "as a reminder of how cute my servant is."
"Ah, of course." He smiled and blushed.
She demonstrated how to take it on and off, and how to properly disinfect the apparatus. "I'll keep you unlocked at home, because I want easy access. But when you go out, you only go out after I lock you up. Understand?" Her voice was firm, but she managed to be more warm than cold.
He nodded. "Yes, Madam, I understand."
She drew close to him and hugged him tight. "We're gonna get better at this, together. Trust me, we've got time."
"Mmm." He leaned into her embrace, murmuring his assent. She led him to the couch, where the both of them spent the rest of the night in each other's arms.
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Knursten's latest alterations to the dress code were posted on the board and in the breakroom that Monday. They had the approval of the female staff, which was all the approval anything at the office needed these day.
~Office Dress Code~
1. Male employees must wear shorts and a formal shirt. Baggy clothes are not allowed.
2. Shorts may end no less than 10 centimeters above the knee.
-Leggings are allowed, depending on the weather
3. Female employees may wear whatever they choose, provided they keep it professional.
4. Male employees found in violation of dress code rules 1-3 after 9AM on WW/ZZ will report to Ms. Whill's office immediately.
-Ms. Whill reserves the right to clothe violators however she pleases.
5. Male employees found in repeat violation of dress code rules 1-3 will be spanked in public in front of the entire office.
6. Effective XX/YY, all male employees will be required to wear standard-issue chastity belts.
-Exceptions require written permission from Knursten. No other exceptions will be allowed.
7. Any male employees found in violation of dress code rule 6 will be required to attend a mandatory training seminar the following weekend.
BETAS WILL OBEY
Mayrissa walked past the posting and lay down on the breakroom sofa, removing her grey houndstooth jacket. Her beta took it and placed it on a nearby hanger. He then crouched down next to the sofa, getting in position to rub her back.
"Now remember, I usually get tensest around my upper back, so start there," She shifted around slightly, spreading her shoulders out a bit, "but you can feel free to spread out as you go."
"Yes, ma'am. Understood." He placed his thumbs on her black-and-red plaid blouse, then began to knead between her spine and shoulder blades
"Mmm, that's a little weak. Can you push a tad harder? Maybe get under my shoulder blades?"
"I'll try, ma'am." He leaned forward, putting more pressure behind his hands and forcing loose muscles into more natural positions.
"Mmmyeah, that's better. Keep it up, and I might even give you a reward."
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Patrilla was sitting at her desk that Thursday, fanning herself with a sheaf of papers. She idly glanced down at her nails. "Oh, I could use a little care over here." She clapped her hands together. "Hey, betas! Anyone up for filing my nails?"
Murdew, seated close by, furtively approached her. "I, um, I wouldn't mind helping, ma'am, if that's what you need."
She turned towards him with a sour expression, running a hand through her platinum blonde hair. "No, no, not you." She waved him off, "You have, like, no feel for sensitive stuff."
She paused, placing a hand on her chin. "Aww, don't be sad, loser boy. You did remind me, like, I remember Ms. Whill said she had a new position for you. Gimme a sec."
He stood there, uncomfortably waiting while she tapped in a few texts into her smartphone. In a minute there was a *beep* indicating a reply. "Yeah, uh-huh. Alright, I guess it's already set up for you. Follow me."
Murdew followed two steps behind her. They arrived in a corner of the office, outside what he recalled used to be a broom closet that nobody really used. There was a CLOSED sign hanging on the door. Patrilla opened the door and flipped on the lights. What he saw was a strange setup involving a padded bench like one would use for weightlifting, and some sort of wooden apparatus with one big hole and two small ones towards the headrest area. It was just barely big enough to fit in the closet. There was a rack of seven dildos of varying shapes and sizes hanging from the right-hand wall, and a tiny end table with some lotion to the left.
"Erm, what is this room for?" He took a step back, dreading her answer.
Patrilla made a popping sound with her lips. "So yeah, this is the stress-relief closet. We might be using other guys on other days, I dunno. But the boss lady told me this is gonna be your job for now. Says something about how you caused the most stress so now you can help us girls work it off."
"B, but I, this is..." He took another step backwards and tried to turn around, but she grabbed him by the wrist and twisted him back towards the closet. In a moment, he was pinned to the bench, and she was forcing his neck and wrists into the pillory at its head. She brought down the top block of wood and secured it with a padlock.
"Mm'kay, so now you stay here for three hours a day. Or more, I dunno. I'll come by to unlock you later if I hear you've been a good little sluthole." She smirked, showing off some sharp canines, then walked out. The last two sounds Murdew heard before the lights went out was the *slam* as she shut the door and a smaller *thwack* when she flipped the placard around. It was twenty minutes before his first visitor came by. Before long, he lost track of the count. By the time Patrilla popped in at closing time to unlock him, his ass was too numb to feel anything.
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It was Friday morning, seven weeks after the night when Knursten and Pader had had their fateful encounter. Things at the office had settled into a rhythm, with different staff finding different ways to work with and enjoy the newly implemented office power dynamics.
Mayrissa was taking a five minute break at her desk, receiving a massage from one of her betas. Another, now kneeling next to her on the floor, was trembling slightly as he raised his hand.
She barely turned her head. "Go ahead and speak."
"Ma'am, may I ask you something?" He gulped, then continued. "I understand your policy is to not let your betas release often, but I've been waiting patiently for more than two weeks now."
She turned away, not responding as the massage continued. The beta massaging her shoulders moved onto her back, sparing the one on the floor a worried look.
"I know I'm not supposed to ask for this, ma'am, but I'm really going crazy. At a certain point, I do think that biological needs are a factor, and..."
Mayrissa finally responded, sighing heavily. "If you insist. I won't deny that men have a biological need to ejaculate, at times." She tore a piece of stationary off her writing pad and scribbled something, folding it up and handing it to him. "Go deliver this note to Patrillia. I believe that girl's usually in the break room around now? She'll know what to do."
He nodded his head up and down vigorously, then bent down to kiss her feet. "Yes, ma'am. Thank you so much, ma'am." He got up and went to deliver the note.
When he was away, Mayrissa reached into her breast pocket and pulled out a pack of pocket tissues. She took one, reached down and used it to wipe his slobber off her foot. She then tossed it into the trash bin, looking slightly disgusted.
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...The beta Mayrissa had sent off with a note found Patrilla in the break room, taking a nap. He knelt on the floor in front of her and waited for 15 minutes for her to stir and notice him.
"Oh, hey. You want something?" The younger woman was a little groggy. She rubbed her eyes and yawned.
"Yes, ma'am." He was looking down at the floor, but he did nod enthusiastically.
Patrilla took the note, then brushed back her platinum blonde hair and started reading. "Let's see here. 'This creature insists he has a biological need to orgasm. There is, however, no need for him to enjoy it. You have my permission to do what you want with him.' Ohhh, I see. Somebody got a little greedy, did they?" She wore a carnivorous grin, now.
"I, uh, no, I r-really..." He stammered, quickly crawling backwards.
"Where are you going?" She put her foot down on the back of his head, pressing his face to the floor and pinning him in place. Meanwhile, she fished through her purse and pulled out an 8-inch dildo with spiky studs. "You wanted to jizz and stuff, right? Lucky for you, I'm just what the doctor ordered."
Patrilla stood up, keeping one foot on the floor and the other on his head. She released his head for half a second then sat on his back, straddling him and getting into position to plunge the dildo into his ass. "You asked for this, remember. Better give Mayrissa a big ol' 'thank you' when you get back to her."
"Yes...ma'am." The man's voice cracked as he spoke.
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That Sunday saw the two of them staring intensely at each other over the kitchen table. Knursten looked down, left, then right. Pader's eyes followed her every move. She raised a finger, dropped it to her lips, bit her bottom lip, then pointed to the stack of face-down cards on the left. He gulped, then nodded.
Pader grabbed the top card on the stack to Knursten's left. He closed both eyes as he lifted it up, and didn't open them. Eventually, his right eye cracked to a squint. "The six...of spades!" His hands started moving quickly. "Goes on the seven of hearts, takes the five of diamonds on top, move the whole darn stack to the empty space we just made next to the other two, and the rest is gravy." In a few short moments, the cards were arranged neatly into four piles of spades, hearts, diamonds, and clubs.
Knursten jumped up, raising two fists in the air, "We did it! Ten wonderful wins at solitaire! In a ROW!"
Pader smiled, taking a handkerchief out of his vest pocket and wiping a few drops of sweat off his brow, "We sure did, Madam. Your intuition is sublime, I have to admit."
She bounced over to him, standing on tiptoes and rubbing his hair affectionately, "Lookit you, being all modest. You got every match I think you coulda gotten, and I didn't even catch half of what you were doing, math munchie." She spent a long moment staring into his eyes. His almond browns reflected her crystal blues, both shining. "I can show you sublime, though."
Knursten jumped up into his lap, straddling him and planting a wet, hungry kiss on his lips. He leaned into it, closing his eyes. She sucked, running the tip of her tongue over the top of his. He leaned forward, letting her take his breath away.
...Eventually, both had to come up for air. There were sparks in Knursten's eyes as she spoke. "You're still making the dinner tonight, but I think I'm gonna cook my man this afternoon." She jumped down and got her arms under him, comfortably lifting up the taller man without much visible strain. Her biceps, left exposed by the turquoise one-shoulder maxi dress she wore, did bulge slightly. "We're going to the second bedroom. I got a thing ordered a few days ago and I've been waiting to try it out."
Pader gently draped his arms around her neck and nodded. They soon reached the door, and he was the one to turn the knob. This was the first time he had actually seen inside the second bedroom. The near side of it was strewn with various bits of workout equipment - dumbbells, a bench press, an erg machine, and a treadmill. Not too surprising, given what he knew about her workouts.
His eyes did widen as he turned his head right to see the other side of the room. True, it also had a few expensive-looking pieces of equipment, but the objects themselves - a wall-mounted, x-shaped cross with leather shackles, a stand with three different kinds of whip, and a bed with rose-colored sheets and its own set of shackles - were clearly geared towards bondage and domination. He turned towards her, and mouthed a question, "Since when?"
Knursten saw his jaw drop for a moment, and blushed. "So that one big package we had guys moving in these past few weeks, that was the hanging X thingy. Whips I went out and bought myself. The bed is actually *not* new. I used to date someone who I had fantasies about..." She blinked for a moment, then shook her head, "But that never went that far, pumpkin. Don't worry about it. This bed is about to take its virgin voyage." She paused there, staring at him and signalling that she was waiting for something.
He stared back at her, eyes watery. He nodded silently, but clearly.
She laid him down on the bed. After letting him softly down onto the scarlet sheet she stayed leaned over for a few more seconds, then planted a quick peck on his forehead. "I'm going to shackle you now. I'll only stop if you say what we had for dinner last night."
He was compliant, spreading his arms and legs out so they would be easy to secure. She went to the foot of the bed first, belting the leather cuffs around each of his ankles. She climbed onto the bed herself and crawled towards his right arm, cuffing it in place. He watched as she reached over him to secure the shackle around his left wrist. Now, he lay with his limbs spread and bound, very much at her mercy.
Her hands slipped under the lapels on his butler jacket. She squeezed gently with ten fingers, groping his chest.
"Mmm, hn." Pader smiled down at her.
Knursten smiled back. Her hands slipped down his blazer, undoing each of three buttons. She spread the lapels as wide as she could - the shackles wouldn't allow her to take it off - then gave his right nipple an affectionate squeeze through the vest. She rested her cheek next to his heart, listening to it beat faster. "I can hear you."
He closed his eyes, focusing on his other senses. "Mmm, yeah. Listen all you want."
Her wavy blue head of hair lay there for another few moments before she started unbuttoning his vest. Once his vest was spread open, she placed his nipples between the balls of her fingers and rubbed them back and forth. "You like this, pumpkin?"
He continued staring down, then grinned and showed a little bit of tooth. "I do like it, Madam."
"I know you do." She took her nails, painted violet and a little long, and gave both nipples a short, hard pinch. "But it's nice to hear you say it." She pulled his nipples out a little, twisting them around.
"AH! You're just, hng, so amazing." His head turned left, straining in reaction to a soft mix of pain and pleasure.
Knursten began to unbutton his shirt, and got a third of the way down before saying, "Mmm, this is taking too much time. I'll just buy a new one later." She practically tore through the rest of his shirt, sending five buttons flying in the process. When the first of his pink, stubby nipples were ripped free, she dove down at it. His left nipple received a very light bite.
"OHhh!" Pader groaned happily.
Her incisors pinched his left nipple, and she nibbled tentatively. Her tongue brushed across it in-between bites. Slobber now covered his left areola.
"Ohh, OW!" He winced, and gritted his teeth to endure more pain.
She released his left nipple and came up for air. After a few gasping breaths, she shifted her legs over and descended on his right side. This time, she turned her head so her canines could do the biting. She chewed a bit less hesitantly, like she had finished playing with her food.
"NNg, ow, OW! Ouch, OH!" The pointy sharp teeth were a different beast entirely. He felt the pain, but there was more than that.
"Hm?" Knursten let go and looked down towards her right foot, which had been resting just above his crotch. She had stopped because of the suddenly sticky sensation she had felt on her toes. "Oh, you want the big one. You wanna have sex, honey? Is that what this is about?" She stared into his eyes with a powerful, piercing gaze that demanded an answer.
"Hng. Y, yes, Madam, I would like that." He had glanced away for just a moment, before returning her gaze with as much strength as he could muster. His face dripped with sweat, but there was honest fire in his eyes.
She flashed a big, toothy grin. "Lucky for you, pumpkin, I want it more." She tossed her dress off and lobbed it backwards, not bothering to turn and look as it landed on one of the back bedposts. She was wearing a matching set of lacy purple underwear, though the panties were on the same bedpost as the dress quick enough that it scarcely mattered.
Pader blushed a deep red. "Th, thank you, Madam."
Knursten unzipped his pants and pulled them down to give him some spare room. She then positioned herself such that she was standing on her knees with her crotch directly above his stiff shaft. She then let her hips drop to the tip, slowly upping the amount of weight she pressed down with. *Plop*. "HNgh! Oh boy." The tip slid inside her snatch.
"Oh, hn, gh." His lips were a wobbly mess.
Her hips began sliding downward, taking more of his shaft inside. "Mmm, yeahBAby." She slid up a little, down a little, repeating the motion at a slow pace.
"Mmmhn, oohhhHhh!" Slow or not, it was a fact that Pader had drool all over his chin at this point.
Knursten works her hips faster. "Tell me how you feel about me! Hn, and call me Madam!"
"I love you, Madam! I love to serve you, OHHHhH, too! I want to be yoUUurrs!" He was too focused on her to even try to lick the drool off his jaw with his tongue. Saliva ran down his chin onto the rose-colored bedsheets.
"OHhhAAHHH, Oh YESSssS! I love you, AHHh, TOOoh! So close!" She twisted her hips and hammered them into his groin.
"NGH, OHHH! AHHHH!! HRGAAHH! I'm, oh, close! P, permissionNngh, please!" His face contorted with powerful, palpable pleasure.
"Alright, *gasp* we come on my count!" Her glasses fogged up, obscuring her field of view. "Three! Two! One... ZERO!"
"I'm COMINNNGGGG!!!" The scream came from both of them, in unison, as hot fluid sprayed into and out of their groins.
"Oh OH YESS!" White fluid continued to gush from his cockhead. She squeezed the walls of her pussy tight to milk out those last few drops.
Eventually, their climaxes subsided, leaving the two of them heaving, exhausted. Knursten fell face first to the bed beside him, gasping for muffled breath. She draped one arm over him in a loose embrace. They stayed like that for more than a few minutes.
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Knursten had unshackled Pader after she had caught her breath. As they lay there cuddling, something occured to Knursten, "By the way, pumpkin, didn't you work at HQ for a while?"
Pader nodded. "I did, Madam. Why do you ask?"
"Ms. Senecia, the CEO, is coming to our office in a few days, the Wednesday after next. I'm already setting up with the girls to give her a knockout tour, but is there anything you know she likes that we could use?"
"Hmm... Oh!" His eyes showed a moment of realization. "She likes to wear pinstripes. Seems to like that sort of fashion."
"Good reason for me to go shopping, I guess." She smiled at him, then went in for another kiss. He enthusiastically reciprocated.
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A steel-gray rental car pulled up to the office, and the driver, a professionally-dressed man in his late twenties, parked the car and walked around to the back seat, opening the door for his passenger. Moeko Senecia, the visiting CEO, took his hand and stepped out onto the pavement. She wore a double-breasted suit with a grey pinstripe pattern. It was complimented by a professionally tailored flare skirt which ended halfway down her calves. Her chestnut brown hair, long but done up to be manageable for work purposes, swayed slightly in the breeze.
She was greeted by Knursten Whill, whose jet-black pinstriped pantsuit made for a nice contract with the older executive's. The manager smiled curtly and extended her hand for a handshake. "Good morning, Ms. Senecia. I'm Knursten Whill. We spoke over the phone."
The heavyset woman extended her own arm and offered a firm handshake. "Indeed we did. Pleased to finally meet you in person. I've been hearing some very interesting rumours." Her lips turned upwards into a smile that accentuated a mole below her lip, but didn't show a glimpse of teeth. "I'd be happy to see which of them are true."
"I'd be happy to show you." She gestured inside, where Patrilla and Mayrissa were waiting.
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The CEO, the manager, and a party of female staff walked into the meeting room. There were a series of rectangular tables arranged in a U-shape, facing towards a pull-down projection screen. There were, however, no chairs.
Moeko raised one eyebrow. "Oh? Did someone forget we'd be sitting down for this meeting."
"Not at all. Watch this." Knursten flashed a grin, tapped two icons on her smartphone, then fiddled with a separate app.
The office P.A. buzzed, playing a recording of her voice, "Chairs, cunnilingus crew, and massage specialists to conference room C! I repeat, chairs, cunnilingus crew, and massage specialists to conference room C!"
Over the next two minutes, most of the male staff filed into the conference room. One group got down on all fours behind the tables, sometimes alone, sometimes in groups of two. Another, carrying towels over one shoulder, stood a short way behind the first group. A third contingent knelt down beneath the tables, heads pressed to the floor.
Murdew was the one who hadn't. Knursten pointed at him, snapped her fingers and pointed to the far corner of the room. "Corner."
"Yes, ma'am." He responded meekly, without meeting her eyes. He turned away from the rest of the room and knelt down in the far corner. He was facing away from everyone else.
"I see, I see. Intriguing indeed." Moeko nodded appreciatively. "I suppose you wouldn't mind if I took those two fine men over there as my chair?"
"Go right ahead, Miss Senecia." Knursten, for her part, plopped down on one man's back, snapping her thumb and forefinger together. The massage specialist behind her placed his hands on his shoulders and began to knead.
"Delightful." Two betas got down on all-fours in front of her, and she plopped her rear down on their backs. "Oh. This chair is surprisingly sturdy. I was half-expecting it to creak."
Knursten turned over to her and nodded enthusiastically, "Yes, they're taught not to make noise. No point in chairs distracting people, right?" The manager was seated on her own human chair. She folded her legs and tapped his back to emphasize her point.
Mayrissa stood up. The legal department head was wearing a blue pinstriped suit with a pencil skirt. She dimmed the lights, then pulled down the projection screen and clicked the laser pen in her hand. The projector started to whir. The first slide of a presentation showed on the screen. It read "The Better Half: Advantages of Taking Male Staff Out of Their Comfort Clothes"
"*Ahem*." She began, "My name is Mayrissa, I head the legal department. I'm here today to give a brief summary of the effects of the new changes in dress code policy on our office. I'll be covering morale, productivity, and customer satisfaction. First, let me share the results of the employee satisfaction survey we conducted this month." She *clicked* her pen. The slide showed a bar graph with percentages represented by red and purple bars. The purple bars were notably closer to the 100% line. "It's clear there's been a sharp increase in motivation and job satisfaction. Why? Well, there are several potential reasons..."
As Mayrissa went on, Moeko signaled to one of the betas against the wall over to her with the same thumb and forefinger snap she had seen Knursten use earlier. He hurried over to her and began rubbing her shoulders. She smiled and leaned back, letting him support her as his hands kneaded muscles tired from a lot of time spent typing and staring at screens. His hands worked their way down her back, realigning muscles and pushing out pent-up tension. She smiled and nodded along as the lawyer explained why the women here liked their jobs more these days.
"...Moving on, we've also seen a 40 percent reduction in the average time taken up in meetings. As you can see from this chart," Mayrissa *clicked* her pen again, advancing to the next slide, "you can see how the number of overall interruptions has declined from week to week, particularly the more inane interruptions from our office betas have fallen significantly. This leads to increased overall productivity per diem, and..."
Patrilla stifled a yawn. She knew a lot of this stuff already, and it was more meant to impress the CEO than any of the employees in attendance. Shaving down wasted time did not mean avoiding it entirely. She didn't have a pen to fiddle with. Instead, she reached down towards her chair and began idly rubbing his butt, occasionally throwing in a pinch when she was particularly bored.
Knursten, for her part, beckoned Pader over to her with one finger, then made an uppercase 'C' sign with her left hand. He crawled forward beneath the table and began licking her crotch through her panties. She stayed quiet, but his technique was good enough to make her bite her lip and sweat.
"...To summarize, we've seen an uptick in morale, productivity, and a decrease in customer complaints since the implementation of various phases of the new office dress code since last month. While the data we have up to this point is admittedly a small sample, I can say at the least it's worth further study. In the long run, it's entirely possible we could increase our efficiency by orders of magnitude with a company-wide implementation of such rules. Thank you."
Polite applause followed as she returned to her seat. Knursten shooed Pader away and gave Moeko a playful nudge. "What did you think of that, Ma'am?"
The CEO's lips curved into a smile. The dark purple lipstick she wore made it seem slightly sinister, but her reply was civil and even-toned. "I must say I'm very much impressed. Both by the hospitality and the hard data. You've done wonderful work here, Ms. Whill, and we'll have to see about how similar policies might do company-wide." She extended her hand.
Knursten grinned and took Moeko's hand, returning Moeko's a firm handshake. "I'd be happy to do what I can to help you out with that, Ma'am."
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Six months later, headquarters had implemented a variety of policy changes. The most notable of which was posted on every employee's cubicle wall:
~Office Dress Code~
1. Male employees must wear shorts and a formal shirt. Baggy clothes are not allowed.
-Ms. Senecia shall be measuring all male employees for their clothing sizes.
2. Shorts may end no less than 10 centimeters above the knee.
-Leggings are allowed, depending on the weather
3. Female employees may wear whatever they choose, provided they keep it professional.
4. Male employees found in violation of dress code rules 1-3 after 9AM on AA/BB will report to Ms. Senecia's office immediately.
-Ms. Senecia reserves the right to clothe violators however she pleases.
5. Male employees found in repeat violation of dress code rules 1-3 will be spanked in public in front of the entire office.
6. Effective CC/DD, all male employees will be required to wear standard-issue chastity belts.
-Exceptions require written permission from Ms. Senecia. No other exceptions will be allowed.
7. Any male employees found in violation of dress code rule 6 will be required to attend a mandatory training seminar the following weekend.
8. Male employees may not speak unless first spoken to by a female employee.
-Raising hands to ask for permission is allowed.
9. Male employees will show appropriate appreciation for any and all contact female employees allow them.
10. Ms. Moeko Senecia is my goddess.
11. Male employees will be referred to as 'betas' at our discretion.
BETAS WILL OBEY
~END~
