GOODTHNG.TXT by Cindy V.  Femdom, TV, humiliation

(Author's note:  This story is pure fiction.  But the female characters
in the story are based on real women.  In fact, I have worked with
these women for many years, and each of them has appeared in at least
one of my prior stories.  Due to the circumstances suggested in the
first paragraphs of this story, I no longer work with these women, and
I probably will never see them again.  This story is my little tribute
to them - the prettiest, sexiest, bitchiest women I have ever worked
with.  Thank you for each and every fantasy I have ever had about you.)

     Joe, the company president, was droning on in a speech to the
company.  He had been making more of these little employee morale booster
speeches over the last twelve months than he had in the three years since
he has been president.  First the planned Initial Public Offering was
going to be a good thing for us.  Then the fact that a couple of our
competitors were considering buying us was also a good thing.  Then one
of them did buy us, one of the five largest firms in our industry, and
of course that was a good thing.  And now, six months after the purchase,
the fact that the new company hadn't decided what to do with us, with
each employee wondering whether he or she had a job with the new company -
well, this was a good thing because if they had decided too quickly it
would have been the wrong decision.

     "Good, good, good, good thing," sang Darlene softly in my ear in her Paul
Revere and The Raiders imitation.  Darlene, my secretary, liked to play
Oldies Trivia with me.  Whenever someone at work innocently said something
that was a piece of a lyric from an Oldies song, each of us would try to
beat the other in singing a little of the song.  I had been barely staying
awake during the president's speech.  Darlene had anticipated that the 
president would use the phrase "Good thing", and she was quicker than I
in softly singing it.  I clenched my lips, trying to supress my smile
which would have been inappropriate during the speech.

     The speech ended and we all returned to our desks.  I rolled my eyes
at Darlene.  We all hated the president, we didn't believe his optimism
for a minute, and we all feared for our jobs.  Well, most of us feared
for our jobs.  As a department head, I knew the president had arranged for
a nice severance package for himself that he could retire on, so he didn't care
what happened to the rest of us.

     One Thursday at 2:45 Joe called his four department heads for a meeting.
"The time has come," he said.  "The new company doesn't want any of us.
I'm going to call our last company meeting in fifteen minutes and
announce it.  Everyone needs to pack up their things, and leave by 4:00.
There will be a two week severance package for yourselves and the staff."

     "Two weeks?" we all asked in unison.  "That's awful," said Alan, the
head of accounting. "You promised that the company would be fair and
generous with employees who weren't offered jobs.  A decent benefit is
a month for each year worked.  And then to give them no notice at all ..."

     "Sorry, I'm not here to win popularity contests," replied Joe in his
usual uncaring manner.  "And hey, we're paying them for Friday."

     We all groaned.  Joe then piped up with, "Oh, and one more thing.
Each of you needs to tell your secretary to come in Alanorrow to help you
pack up your department's files to ship to the new company.  I've authorized 
an extra day's pay for the secretaries for this."

     I couldn't believe how insensitive he is!  Fire everyone, and then
expect the secretaries to come in the next day. Thank goodness I'll be rid
of him in another day too.

     Joe held his meeting and made his announcement.  Nobody was surprised
that there were no jobs to be had with the new company.  But everyone
was amazed that they had to be packed and out of the building so quickly.
People had thought that there would be a month or so of advanced warning.
And just a two week severance package?  That was insulting.

     Everyone left Joe's meeting in silence.  We went back to our desks to
pack.  I held a little department meeting.  I told my own little staff
how sorry I was that things worked out like that, and that I wished I
could do more for them.  I thanked them for the years of service with me.
I wished them luck, and said goodbye.  And after everyone had left my office, 
I sheepishly asked Darlene if she would come in tomorrow to help me pack the 
department files. I told her Joe had agreed to an extra day's pay for this -
it probably wouldn't take more than a couple of hours - and I would consider 
it a personal favor to me.  I could see the rage in Darlene's eyes, but she 
said OK.

     I watched everyone leave, with tears in my eyes.  This is not how I
try to treat people, but Joe is the boss and that's the way he is.  I looked
out the window and saw a number of the secretaries walking into a bar 
across the street, probably to drown their sorrows.  Little did I know.

     I came in on Friday in jeans and a sweatshirt to pack my department's
files.  I said hello to Bob, the head of sales, as I passed his office.  
I didn't feel like talking.  I didn't know if the other department heads
were in yet or not.

     Suddenly I heard the unmistakable loud voice of Darlene.  I looked out
my office door, and all the secretaries had arrived together.  They were
giggling, which seemed pretty unusual considering the circumstances.  I
wanted to ask what was so funny, but they all disappeared in the women's room.
What DO they do in there?  I went back to packing and forgot about them.

     A little while later they emerged from the women's room.  SInce the
office was so quiet, you couldn't help but hear them.  I glanced out my
office.  The secretaries were all dressed up!  Short low-cut dresses or
miniskirts, nicely made-up, and some awfully strong perfume. Whew - a sexy
scent, but too much, especially for the office.  And they were marching
together as if on a mission.  Towards Joe's office.

     Something was obviously going on. I decided to follow them.  Four of
them waited outside Joe's door, while Nancy, Joe's secretary walked in.
I watched from a safe distance.

     Nancy has long, wavy blonde hair. A little mascara on those lovely
eyelashes and a little pink lipstick, but not much more makeup than that. 
She is really pretty. She comes off with the innocent dumb blonde routine, 
but she is anything but dumb.  She knows how to use her beauty.  Crafty 
is a better description of her. She was wearing a tight dress that showed 
off her figure. Especially since she was not wearing a bra. In her high heels, 
her normally flirtaceous walk was even more pronounced.  Nancy could bat 
her eyes and guys would fall at her feet.  This would be interesting.

     Nancy wasted no time.   Joe was seated in his executive chair,
boxing some papers.  Nancy plopped herself into his lap, and started
kissing him.  She held his head in her hands, and she kissed him long
and deeply. For a moment I tried to imagine what it must feel lilke to be 
kissed by one of the prettiest women I have ever known. Then I saw one of 
the other secretaries take out a Polaroid camera.  FLASH, and she had taken 
a picture of Joe and Nancy kissing.

     Joe was thunderstruck.  Nancy continued kissing his face, leaving
pink lipstick marks all over him.  When the camera had recharged its flash,
another picture was taken.  Joe was still in shock and couldn't move.
Nancy quickly unzipped his pants, pulled his cock out, and started 
sucking.  FLASH.

     With three damaging pictures of Nancy and Joe, the secretaries
certainly had him where they wanted him.  Joe is both a married man and a 
well-known figure in this industry.  Joe still hadn't said a word,
and Nancy calmly slapped his face hard.  Then she put her gorgeous
face inches from his and screamed at him.

     "I've hated you from the day you started.  But the way you've treated
the staff these last few months has been dispicable.  You knew all along
there were no jobs for us, but you strung us along.  Everything that
happened was a good thing, is what you told us.  Now you'll pay."

     Nancy got off his lap.  "You have one chance to do as I say.
Take your pants and underpants all the way off, NOW.  Or the next time you 
see these pictures, they'll be ...  well, I'm not going to say exactly, but 
do the words "Internet Newsgroup" have any meaning to you?"

     "You'll never get away with this," Joe replied, as he slowly removed
his pants and shorts, not knowing what a Newsgroup was but recognizing that 
Nancy meant business and a Newsgroup was probably not a good thing.

     Once his pants were off, the five secretaries descended on Joe.  They
took some pantyhose and tied his hands behind him.  They put a collar around 
his neck.  They leaned him over his desk, spread his legs, and used pantyhose 
to tie each ankle to one of the desk legs.  Then they attached a long chain
to the collar, passed it in front of him, under the desk, and attached it to
the pantyhose binding his wrists. They tested his bonds to be sure he was 
secure.

     I didn't like the looks of all this, and I tried to sneak away. But
I was neither quiet nor quick enough, and the secretaries saw me.  They
ran towards me.  I started running, but these women are all fifteen or
more years younger than I am.  Lauren reached me first and tackled me.
As I was struggling to get away from her clutches, Cathy arrived and
sat on my chest.  The others arrived and pinned me down.  Finally Darlene
reached me.

     "Thanks girls, I have him now," Darlene said.  She laid on top of me
and tried to kiss me.  I held my mouth tightly shut.  She smiled and
pinched my nose with two fingers.  My arms were still being pinned.
Eventually I had to open my mouth to breath, and Darlene quickly put her
tongue in it.  She was kissing me firmly, passionately, and I responded.
Darlene had been teasingly turning me on for years.  Long dark hair,
dark features, a slim waist and hips that swiveled so enticingly in her
tight skirts and high heels.  Beautiful brown eyes, always precisely made up
with eyeshadow and eyeliner.  Perfectly arched eyebrows. Not the prettiest 
secretary, but the sexiest.  I enjoyed the kiss and kissed her back.  
Until FLASH, and I realized that I too was on camera.  I did not want that 
picture to fall in the wrong hands.

     The women led me back into my own office.  Darlene gave me the same
ultimatum that Nancy had given to her boss.  Remove my pants and shorts, or 
the photo goes on the Internet.  Unlike Joe, I knew exactly what that 
meant, and I knew Darlene knew enough about computers to do it.  I complied.
I too, was tied with pantyhose behind my back, collared, legs spread, bent 
over my desk, and tied at my ankles to the desk and from the collar to my   
wrists. I was really stuck - I couldn't move much of anything.  The 
secretaries left me to think things over.  Presumably they would get Bob, 
Alan, Fred, and John in the identical predicament.

    After a long wait, I saw a lovely pair of miniskirted legs enter my office.
I couldn't look up to see who it was, the way the collar had confined me to 
the desk.  Whoever it was, her perfume filled the room, and it was very sexy.
"Who's there?", I asked, but nobody answered.  The silence was maddening.
She walked behind me, her only sound being the clicking of her high heels on
the floor.  
    
     A pair of hands were sensuously rubbing my bare ass.  A delicate scratch
of a long fingernail gave me goosebumps.  Then a hard flat surface against
my ass.  Up and down, teasing me so nicely.  She gently rubbed the flat
surface against my cock and balls too.  They responded to the attention.
This was feeling so delightful.  I closed my eyes and concentrated on the
wonderful sensations. 

     Until CRACK.  She smacked me right in the ass with - I don't know.  A
wooden ruler?  A book?  I couldn't tell.  It was hard and flat, and had sort
of a whipping feel to it.  CRACK.  That hurt!  She was smacking my ass hard
and it hurt.  She wailed away, several swats at one cheek, then the other,
pausing sometimes because she knew the anticipation would drive me nuts.
Sometimes she would gently rub my rapidly warming ass instead.  Then CRACK, 
another spank.  I was screaming in pain.  She seemed to be enjoying herself.  
At one point she must have not wanted to hear my screams, because she opened my
mouth and put something in it.  I immediately recognized the taste of pussy
juice.  Were they her panties?  They must have been.  And boy, were they wet!
Her spanking me must have really turned her on.

     She spanked me some more, and then stopped.  Then she rubbed her hands
over my ass.  Her hand felt so cold - or was my ass so hot?  Her hands felt
wonderful.  I was very turned on.  

     I felt something being tied to my head.  A silk blindfold, perhaps? She
covered my eyes.  For a moment there was silence.  Then I felt something
warm and wet tickling my ears.  I tried to concentrate.  She was licking my
ears.  I inhaled her perfume, and enjoyed the sensation of her tongue on my
ears.  It was so sexy.  I was incredibly turned on.  

     Suddenly she opened my mouth.  She removed the panties from my mouth.
I moved my tongue and jaw around to regain their feeling.  Then she whispered 
to me.  I still could not recognoze her voice. She said in a soft whisper, 
"When I pull sharply on your collar like this," and she gave a yank so I knew
what she meant, "You will stick out your tongue.  You will lick whatever is
there with just the tip of your tongue.  Without question.  If I want more
than just the tip, I will push deeper into your mouth.

     Then she pulled on the collar.  I stuck out my tongue, searching for
something to lick. There was her fingertip. It had a scent to it - her pussy.
She must have been playing with herself, while she played with me. I searched
for her finger, felt her long nail, and tasted its wetness.  She pushed her
finger deeper towards the back of my tongue.  Then her finger was in my mouth,
and she was pushing it in and out.  "That's it, she whispered.  Suck my
finger.  Suck it good."  I complied, and I loved it.  "You're quite the little
sucker, aren't you?" she whispered at me teasingly.

     We did that for awhile, and suddenly there was no finger in my mouth.
But I could feel her climbing on the desk. Her legs were on either side of me,
and she must have been in a sitting position.  She patted my head gently.
Then she pulled on my collar chain.  I stuck out my tongue.  And there was
the unmistakable scent of pussy.  I gently flicked the tip of my tongue and
could feel her pussy lips.  I licked her pussy lips, as she held me by the head
and guided me.  She pushed herself closer and closer to me, and finally my
tongue was inside her.  I licked and sucked for a long time.  Now I love
licking pussy - but it was driving me nuts - I had no idea who she was.
There was absolutely nothing about her that gave me a clue who she was. But
it didn't seem to matter.  I was happy licking her, and she seemed pretty
content too.  I felt her shudder, and I knew she had come.

     She slowly climbed off the desk.  She gently lifted my blindfolded
face.  And she gave me one sweet light kiss.  And went away, leaving me
wondering - Who the hell was she?

     There was silence for a long time.  When you are blindfolded, you lose
your sense of time.  Was it two minutes, or ten, or thirty that I was left
alone?  Occasionally I would hear more spanking.  I wondered who was getting 
spanked and who was doing the spanking.  Then I heard something else.  High 
heels clicking on the floor of my office.  More than one pair of heels - but 
was it two pair or three?  I couldn't tell.  Someone was loosening the chain 
connecting my collar to my bound hands.  Someone was loosening the pantyhose 
around my ankles.  I was allowed to stand, still blindfolded.  My hands that 
had been bound behind me were untied, and someone massaged my arms and 
shoulders that had been stiff from inactivity. I felt my shirt being removed, 
as well as the rest of my clothes.  Then my arms were stretched and my wrists 
were tied with pantyhose to something slightly higher than shoulder level - 
my bookcase, I guess.  It was not uncomfortable, but I was naked, blindfolded, 
and tied by the hands, so I knew I was completely defenseless.  Against what I
didn't know.

     Then there was a gentle tug at my collar.  Oh yeah, I had forgotten
about the collar - the only thing I was wearing.  I remembered my command,
and stuck out my tongue.  And the tip of my tongue was met by another
tongue tip.  I inhaled the sweet scent of her perfume - was this the same
person as before, or someone else?  Our tongues met briefly.  Then hers
receded and I was left feeling the air for it.  She teased me, sometimes
giving me a little more of hers, usually a little less.  I was concentrating
my mind on the gentle sensation of her tongue when I felt other hands on me.
Someone else was licking my ear.  And someone else was slowly running her
fingertips over my nipples.  Were these two women, or three?  I couldn't
tell, but the multiple sensations were heavenly. I heard myself moaning.
While all this was going on someone else held my body more firmly than the 
others.  Then there was a buzzing.  A buzzing?  The kissing was getting
more passionate and I couldn't concentrate, but yes, a buzzing.  Under my
arms, on my back, on my chest.  Finally I got it - it was an electric razor
and I was being shaved from the neck down.

     The kissing and caressing were turning me on so much that I didn't
think about the fact that I was being shaved from the neck down, though
every now and then I could feel the razor doing its work on my chest, my
back, my arms and legs.  Then, while one girl was kissing me for all she
was worth with her tongue deep into my mouth, many hands seemed to
descend around my cock.  Soft hands were caressing my cock and balls, and
it felt so wonderful that I couldn't concentrate on the fact that the
electric razor was working down there too.  I thought I heard scissors
delicately snipping away my groin hair - thankfully they were being gentle
and careful!  Finally I felt a gust of warm air all over me - they were
blow drying me to remove the loose hair.

     Then there was a brief moment where nobody was touching me at all.
But all of a sudden someone giggled.  And another giggle.  Then full
laughter.  My hairlessness must have been a funny sight.

     Now they were untying my hands, guiding me to a chair, making me
sit, and tying my hands behind me.  That damn blindfold was still on me!
I was comfortably seated.  Until someone sat in my lap facing me.  I could
feel some soft silky panties sitting right on top of my cock, and I could
smell that same enchanting perfume.  Someone's face was right next to mine,
motionless.  Until she yanked my collar.  I extended my tongue, but she
used hers to push mine back in my mouth.  Then she gave me a single closed
lipped kiss.  A sweet beautiful kiss.  I closed my eyes, trying to imagine
who it was, when suddenly my blindfold was removed.  I blinked several
times quickly, trying to adjust to the light. I had been blindfolded for
hours, I think.  And there was Janice, sitting in my lap, smiling at me.

     Ah, Janice.  The shyest secretary, who usually wore the darkest, drabbest
clothes, although she was 24 and was very pretty in an understated way.
Shoulder length dark hair.  And the least makeup of all the secretaries -
a little brown eyeliner under the both eyes, and that's all.  I always 
thought that she unnecessarily lacked confidence about her looks.  She squirmed
in my lap, knowing full well the effect it had on me.  Her soft panties.
Wait a minute.  I blinked again.  Bra and panties - that was all she was
wearing! Janice! In fact all five secretaries were only wearing bra and panties.
What a lovely sight.

     "Scalpel" commanded Janice in her ususal serious voice, pretending to be
a surgeon.  Someone slapped an instrument into her hand.  Scalpel?  She
was kidding, wasn't she?

     "Now, are you going to be a brave little girl about this, or do we
need some anasthesia?" she asked me.  I didn't know what she was talking
about.  But inches from my face, sitting in my lap, my hands tied behind
me, I was powerless to do whatever she had in mind.  She raised her
instrument to my face, and I closed my eyes in fear.  "Yeow!"  The pain
was pretty intense.  She was plucking my eyebrows!

     She plucked them one by one, clearly taking her time about this.
I was screaming with each pluck.  Then I saw Cathy reach in her bag for
something.  She came up to me and told me to open my mouth.  I clenched
my lips shut.  She sighed a pretty sigh.  Cathy - maybe the sweetest,
prettiest secretary in the office, with ...  "Yeow".  I'll tell you about
Cathy later.  Anyway, Cathy was digging her long manicured fingernails
into my nipples.  Wow, did that hurt.  I forgot I was trying to keep my
mouth shut.  She quickly placed something in my mouth.  It was a rubber
ball, and it was attached to a strap that went all around my head, and 
fastened in the back.  She had gagged me.

     Janice went back to plucking my eyebrows.  I screamed, but the gag muffled
my screams.  With nothing else to do, I watched Janice carefully.  Despite her
almost total lack of makeup, I realized for the first time that Janice had the
most exquisitely arched and groomed eyebrows.  They were not especially thin,
just perfectly shaped.  I wondered if she did them herself or not.  And then
it occurred to me - that is what she was probably doing to me!

      A quick kiss on the cheek - I knew she left no lipstick mark because
Janice was the only secretary who wore no lipstick - and Janice stepped back to
admire my new eyebrows.  Cathy then took her place sitting in my lap,
facing me.  "Ready for a little makeup, dear?" she asked me.   I mumbled
"No, please don't do that to me."  Of course no one could understand me through
my gag.

     Cathy gently lifted my chin to examine my face as I examined hers.
Ah, Cathy.  When she first joined the company she was blonde.  Later she
dyed her hair brown.  The prettiest blonde you ever wanted to see, and she
purposely toned her looks down a notch - I suspect because she was getting
hit on too much.  Nevertheless, brown hair couldn't disguise that face.
Cathy had to be the company expert on makeup.  The thinnest possible line
of eye liner on those gorgeous blue eyes.  Absolutely perfectly blended
makeup and blush, and her skin glowed.  A light touch of mascara and an
equally light touch of red lipstick.  The shape of her lips was so perfect
that she must have used a lip liner, but the lipstick was precisely drawn
with no different color at the edges.  What a beauty.

     She removed my gag, but told me that if I didn't behave it would go
right back.  She smoothed some beige liquid makeup onto my face with her 
fingertips, then used a little sponge to blend it in.  She took a sharp
pencil and firmly shaped my eyebrows with it, filling in what Janice's
plucking had missed.  She told me to look up at ceiling as she feathered
black mascara on my upper and lower lashes, waited until they dried, and
then repeated it.  She had me close my eyes gently as she took a tiny
brush and stroked several different shades of eyeshadow on my eyelids.
Then she leaned very close into me as she lined my upper and lower eyelids
in black pencil.  I tried to stay very still as she did this, staring deep
into her beautiful blue eyes as she worked on me.  She dipped a fluffy brush
into some rose blusher powder and softly dusted my cheeks, as I wondered if
I could possibly have the same glow to my cheeks as she had.  Finally she
finished me off by unscrewing a tube of lipstick, holding it under my nose
so I could inhale its distinctive sweet scent, and slowly but firmly
painting my lips a delicious shade of red.  Then she got off me to admire
her handiwork.

    The other girls oohed and ahhed.  They stood me up to get a full look,
still bound by my wrists behind me. They tied my wrists to the bookcase 
so that I could not move.  But Darlene grabbed the lipstick from Cathy and 
announced that I still needed a little more color.

     Darlene caressed my cock as she waved the lipstick in front of my face.
Darlene usually wore either soft pink or deep purple herself, depending on
her mood.  With a devilish gleam in her eye, she boldly applied the
lipstick to my two nipples, painting two little red circles.  And if that
didn't make me feel ridiculous enough, she fondled my cock until it was
hard, and then proceded to paint my cockhead with the red lipstick.

     "Doesn't he look pretty with all that nice red lipstick?", she asked
her friends, as I blushed in embarrassment.

     "Maybe I can use your nice red cock to apply that lipstick to my lips"
she asked me.  She leaned down as if she was going to put her sexy lips
on my cockhead, but I knew it would never happen; she was just her teasing me.

     "Now do you think he's ready for the picture?," Nancy asked.  Everyone
giggled at my humiliation.  Lauren took the Polaroid.  She took one closeup
at my made-up face.  Then she stepped back and took one full length shot
of me.  "I wonder what the new company would say if they got a hold of this?"

     "You know," Darlene said to her friends.  "The new company has no security
on their web page.  I could easily scan these photos and insert them into
their web pages.  Should I?" she asked me.

     And with that they left me, hands bound behind me and bound to the bookcase
as well.  The left the two photos on the desk where I could watch them
develop.  The closeup made me look ridiculous.  Since they had left my hair
alone, it was obvious that I was a guy in makeup.  Beautifully shaped eye
brows, and then very nicely made up.  Bold red lips.  But a guy nevertheless.

     I held my breath as the second Polaroid developed.  It was slowly coming
into view.  That same ridiculously made up face.  And boldly painted red
nipples.  A hairless body.  And yes, an erect cock with lipstick on the head.
But wait.  What else had they done to me?  No - could it be?  They had left
me a small amount of pubic hair.  But they had shaped it.  I don't believe it.
They had shaped my pubic hair in - the corporate symbol of the new company!
And they were taunting me by leaving the photo inches away from me.  But I
could not reach it to tear it up.

     They made me stand there and look at my humiliating photo for a long 
time.  Quite an ingenuous punishment.  I realized what they were doing.
They were going around from boss to boss, inflicting the same, or maybe they
were different, indignities on each of us.  Where would it end?
       
     After a while Janice and Nancy came over to inspect me.  They were still 
in their bras and panties, and they looked so delicious.  Nancy tilted
my face as if to examine me.  Janice gently rubbed my nipples with her
fingertips and then checked her fingertips to see if the lipstick had
come off.  Janice showed me it hadn't.

     "Just because he wears lipstick doesn't mean I have to," giggled Janice,
pleased with herself for her little teasing word play on the Revlon ad.

     "It's called 'All-Day' Lipstick, dear," Nancy exclaimed to me.  "It will
stay on - all day. I was curious whether you needed someone to freshen your
lipstick, but of course you don't," she taunted me.

     "We did bring some lipstick remover, but we hid it where you'll never
find it," she told me.

     "Well, let's get to work," announced Nancy seriously.  They started
untying me.  "Don't even think of escaping," Nancy warned me.  "You're
naked and we have your pants.  You'll never get that lipstick off by yourself.
We have locked all the doors electronically both inside and out.
And we have quite a few pictures of you that we would not hesitate putting
out on the Internet, you know."  Nancy slapped my ass playfully.

     I considered my options and decided I had none. I had been a pretty decent 
boss. I think they are getting out their frustrations on all the bosses. I don't 
think they really despise me, and I don't think they are going to ruin me or my 
career.  So I guess I had better just let them do what they're going to do. 
Any thoughts I had of escaping disappeared.

     They had me sit, and they gave me sheer nylons to put on.  They were
silky, nearly colorless, and made my legs feel great.  The girls stroked my legs
through the stockings, and I felt an erotic charge go through my body.
They made me stand and raise my arms.  They put a frilly pink garter belt
around my waist.  Nancy knelt down to attach it to my stockings.  Her face
was inches from my cock which was getting more and more aroused.  She smiled
as she noticed this, and let her hair brush against my cock.  My cock twitched
in delight from the softness of the touch of her hair.  

     When the garter belt was attached, Janice and Nancy started squeezing my
upper body into a pink satin bra.  The bra was lightly padded and extended down 
past the bra cups to reduce my stomach a few inches.  They made me stroke my
nipples through the bra, and it felt like the satin material was on the inside
next to my skin, it felt so delightful.  Janice and Nancy made me step into some
high heels shoes. I was not used to the height and felt very unsteady. They told
me to play with my cock for them.  Although it was humiliating to 
stroke myself dressed as I was and with two pretty women watching me, I didn't 
care. I was getting dizzy with the sensations, and with my unfamiliarity in 
heels I teetered precariously, almost falling, which added to my dizziness and 
confusion.  I asked their permission to cum, but Janice slapped my hand away.  
"We didn't give you permission to do that.  Not yet, at least."

     "Anyone getting hungry?," asked Nancy suddenly, interrupting my mood.
"How about some sandwiches?"  Nancy telephoned the other secretaries, and took
some sandwich requests. She took Janice's and my sandwich request too.  Then she
phoned in the order to a local sandwich shop.  "They'll be here in fifteen
minutes," she announced.

     "Here?" I asked.  Somehow I had imagined one of the secretaries would go
out for the sandwiches.  I didn't like the sound of that.  Who was coming here?
And what would they see?

     "We're going to need some cash," Janice said.  "Think we can get Alan in
accounting to give us some from petty cash?"

     "Let's all walk over to Alan's office and find out," said Nancy.

     Janice and Nancy made me walk through the office towards Alan's office.
I had to walk slowly because I could not balance myself well in the heels.
On the way we passed Cathy leading Bob somewhere.  Bob was heavily made up -
I could tell it had not been by Cathy.  He had pencil thin and severly arched
eyebrows, thick black eyeliner ringing his eyes, false eyelashes, too much
blush that had not been well blended, some dark red lip liner that looked too 
obvious outlining his lips, and glossy red lips.  I wondered who
had done his makeup, and I was secretly pleased that my makeup looked nicer
than his. 

     Bob was also wearing a collar, although he had a corset rather
than a bra.  He wore stockings and heels, but no panties.  In fact his erect
cock was in plain view, especially since Cathy had tied it in a pink
ribbon, which she was using to pull him.  Bob and I looked at each other.
Although there were a few differences, we were pretty similarly dressed. His
cock had not been painted in lipstick, but he had a ribbon instead.  He too
had his cock hair shaved in the symbol of the new company.  His
corset pushed his chest up and gave him the illusion of cleavage, and his
nipples were showing, while I wore a bra.  As we saw each other, we each
cringed in embarrassment, realizing how similarly humiliating we looked.
Each of us rushed to cover ourselves in the genital area.  Nancy slapped
my hand away, and then slapped my ass.

     "I want your cocks and your asses naked, exposed, and available at all 
times for anything we want," she ordered sharply, to both of us.  Now I
realized why I had not been given panties, nor had Bob.

     Cathy and Bob went on their way, wherever they were going, and we went
ours.  We arrived at Alan's office, in time to see Lauren putting Alan on his 
knees. Alan was also collared, made up and dressed in lingerie with his cock
and ass bare.  Alan had his hands bound behind him.  Nancy put a finger to
her lips, motioning for us to be quiet as we observed what they were doing.

     Lauren faced Alan, held his chin in one hand, and with the other firmly
applied a thick coating of lipstick to his lips.  She went over his lips
several times with the lipstick until she got the effect she wanted. Then
she turned around, lowered her panties, and put her naked ass in Alan's face.
"Kiss my ass," she commanded.  "Kiss it lovingly with both lips.  Keep kissing
it, and leave little lipstick prints.  I want you to keep doing that until
you have no lipstick left to make another print."  Alan complied, and we
could see Lauren enjoying the sensation of the little kisses on her ass.
We were silent until Alan stopped.  Lauren turned around, saw us, smiled, and
made Alan kiss her hand as she checked for a lipstick print.  Sure enough
his kiss on her hand left no print, so she let him stop.

     "I was thinking of making you kiss Alan's ass while he kissed Lauren's,"
Nancy said to me.  I blushed over that humiliation, and was glad it hadn't
been ordered of me.

     "We need some money from petty cash to pay for lunch," Nancy told
Lauren.  "Could you spare him long enough for him to get us some cash?" she
asked.  

     "Sure," replied Lauren, as she went to Alan's desk drawer to get the petty
cash box.  In a small company like this, everyone knows where it is kept.
Lauren brought the box over to the still bound and kneeling Alan, opened it,
and placed it on the floor in front of him.  "Use your pretty in need of more
lipstick lips to take some money out," she ordered him.  With difficulty, he
maneuvered his head and mouth and pulled out some bills.

     Darlene came over, dragging Joe.  Joe too had been elaborately made up
and feminized.  He looked the worst of all of us though.  His ass glowed a
bright red - apparently the secretaries had all saved their worst spankings
for him.  His hands were bound behind him.  He wore clothespins on each
nipple. His cock and balls, naked as the rest of us, were tied with rope in
a neat package, with his balls clearly separated.  He was in obvious
disomfort.

     "They're trying to get me to authorize a bigger severance package for
everyone," Joe tried to explain to Alan and me.  "But I won't do it.  I'd
rather ... "  Darlene roughly shoved a dildo in his mouth and tied it with
a scarf around his head so he couldn't expel it.  "I don't want to hear your
crap," she hissed at him.  

     Darlene looked at the other women.  "I guess we just haven't humiliated
him enough yet," she sighed.

     "You can't humiliate him enough, as far as I'm concerned," I muttered
just loud enough for Darlene to hear.  Darlene gave me her pretty smile.
"Hmm, can I count on your help?" she whispered back at me.

     "Well, lunch will be here in a few minutes," Nancy announced.  "Who
is going to let the delivery guy in," she asked.

     "I think all our pretty bosses should," Darlene replied.  "Let's call the
others and meet at the front door."

     Although we protested, it was to no avail, as we were all led to the
front door.  They kept Joe bound, but the other guys and I were unfettered
since the women were sure we weren't going anywhere.  The women, who were all
still in their bras and panties, hid out of view but where they could still
see the spectacle of us.  And spectacle it was.  A bunch of middle aged guys
in makeup and lingerie and heels, but with our cocks and asses naked. Except
for Joe who was in some nasty bondage.

     The office door bell rang, and we took a deep breath and opened the door.
There was a delivery boy, maybe eighteen, with the lunch order.  He looked
each of us up and down, not sure what to make of us.  He looked around and
saw the office was empty.  "Where is everybody?" he finally asked.

     "The office is closed.  Everyone has been let go," Bob replied.  We took
the food and paid him for it.  But of course the delivery boy had a million
questions.  He looked around, and it did indeed seem that no one else was
there.  We waited for him to go, as we all felt ridiculous standing there
like we were.

     After the longest pause, the delivery boy broke out into a big grin.
"I get it," he finally said. "You guys did this to yourselves.  And to him,"
looking over at Joe.  He took his money and left.

     We shut the door, and the women laughed hysterically.  They were nearly
rolling on the floor.  Cathy finally spoke.  "He didn't see us, so he thinks
you guys dressed up each other.  Fabulous."

     I hadn't understood the delivery boy's remark until Cathy explained it.
Was there no end to the indignities and humiliations?  Could you imagine
what that kid will tell his friends at the sandwich shop about us?  Maybe it
was just as well this was the last day at work - we certainly didn't want to
face that kid again.

     We ate our lunch at the little eat-in cafeteria.  Joe was unbound for
this, and they let him remove his nipple clothespins.  He winced as they came
off - apparently it hurt to take them off.  The women chattered away as if
we weren't there, talking about women's things, while the guys ate in silence.

     When lunch was over, the women each reached into their handbags and
took out their compacts and lipsticks.  Except Janice, who had a compact with a 
mirror, but no makeup. Each of them patted their hair, and everyone but Janice 
carefully fixed their lipstick.  They also pulled out some perfume and 
liberally sprayed themselves with it.  I checked the bottle - they were all
wearing Poison.  It filled the air and smelled wonderful.

     Then when that was done Lauren said, "And now
I think the guys should freshen their own lipsticks."  A compact and lipstick
was slid over to each of us.  Actually I thought my lips didn't need any
touching up, but I figured that would just start an unnecessary argument.
Each of us blushed a deep shade of red as we amateurly applied lipstick to
our own lips.  The women laughed at our efforts, and offered to fix our
mistakes.  When they were done they spritzed us with perfume as well.

     Then the women bound our hands behind us and had us kneel in a circle.
The women arranged their chairs surrounding us. Then we were blindfolded, 
and we heard the women rearranging themselves and switching seats.  Now
we no longer knew who was sitting where.

     I felt a tug on my collar, and stuck out my tongue.  The scent gave it
away - it was a foot, or more precisely a toe.  The smell and the taste were
a tiny bit unpleasant, but as I licked the toe it became very erotic.
The woman whose toe it was gave me more and more of it, and soon it was 
going in and out of my mouth and I was happily sucking away. Then another
toe was added, so I sucked them both.  I could hear other slurping going on,
so I assumed all the women were having their toes sucked.  I could hear
quite a bit of feminine moaning too, so apparently the guys were not the
only ones who found the toe sucking erotic.  Then the unique and fragrant
smell of pussy started filling the air, and I wondered if the women were
touching themselves, or each other, or what.  Occasionally some toes would
be extracted from my mouth, and I could hear the women switching seats, so
presumably they were switching off with us.  I'm not sure how many different
sets of toes I sucked, but the women were certainly getting turned on by it,
and I was too.

    At one point some toes were replaced by a fragrant and wet pussy.  A little
tug on my collar and it was clear what I was supposed to do.  I licked and
sucked that delicious pussy for not very long until I could feel its owner
shudder and moan loudly.  Too loudly.  Shy little Janice, I know it was you.

     Another woman took her place, and that was that tug on my collar again.
I extended my tongue, and this time it was a different feeling at the other
end.  Hard and rubbery.  In fact it did smell rubbery.  Goodness, it was a
dildo.  It smelled of pussy, so that's where it must have been.  Umm, so
one of the women had been using this very dildo to stimulate herself. Well,
it was quite erotic, as well as humiliating, to suck her pussy juices from
it.  I was sucking this quite loudly, and I heard other loud slurping too,
so perhaps it was dildo sucking time and we all were sucking dildos.  I
wondered if our lipsticks were coming off on these dildos.  I heard a FLASH -
I guess someone was recording this mass dildo sucking on film too.

     I heard several more flashes, but then the dildo was removed from my
mouth, and the sucking noises stopped.  I was touched under my arms and pulled
upward into a standing position.  I could hear the others go into a standing
position too.  I was still blindfolded and bound behind me, as I assumed the
others were too.  Everyone was moved around in close proximity, and I lost 
my bearing.  

     Someone grabbed my shoulders and steered me where she wanted me.  I felt
a tug at my collar, so I extended my tongue.  There was a body part at my
tongue - an ear, I think.  I licked it, and I think she liked it.  I smelled
her perfume - Poison, wasn't it?  She smelled nice. I continued licking.  
But wait - something wasn't quite right.  Her hair was not long and soft.
In fact it was quite short.  Whose hair was that short?  Darlene?  Lauren?
Cathy?  Janice?  Nancy?  No, all of them had long hair.

     Oh shit, they were making lick one of the guys.  I wonder if he could
tell?  Now they were pressing my body up against someone and making me move
in an up and down motion.  Someone was enjoying the sensation of my satin bra.
Bodies were all over the place, but I couldn't tell whose were whose.  Now
someone was rubbing their body against my back.  They were also wearing a
sensuous bra, but ...  Everyone smelled of the same perfume, women and guys 
alike.  Whoever it was was also rubbing something long and rubbery
against my ass.  Was it a woman wearing a dildo, or ... ?  Shit.

     Then I felt a tongue against my cock. It gently licked the cockhead.
Someone pushed me slightly forward, then slightly back.  My cock moved in
and out of a mouth.  It would never be one of the women.  Did the person 
behind the mouth think he was sucking a dildo, or did he know for sure?
It didn't much matter.  The women had kept me aroused for hours.  If this was
my one chance for relief, well who was I to complain?

     The person sucked me and sucked me, and was pretty good.  I was blindfolded
anyway, so I closed my eyes and imagined.  Darlene.  Lauren.  Cathy.  Janice.
Nancy.  In my head I alternated from one to the other.  Each in her own
way was a sex goddess.  You are all so damn beautiful.  It didn't take me
long - I came in somebody's mouth - who knows whose mouth it was.

     The bodies kept moving around in tight proximity.  I was kissing
someone - I smelled the perfume and tasted the lipstick, but I don't know
who it was.  Bodies rubbed against me and licked me.  Suddenly I was pushed
to a kneeling position and a cock was pushed to my face.  By now I knew this
was a real cock.  But someone had gotten me off, I might as well return the
favor.  I licked and sucked and it was sort of fun.  Humiliating, but fun.
It got bigger and bigger in my mouth, and I felt it lurch.  It tasted sort
of salty, but not so bad.  I swallowed it.

     After a while I was turned around, and I could feel that we were all in a
circle.  I could feel someone's cock being placed into my hands, behind me.
Someone grabbed my cock too.  We were moved around a little, and I guessed
everyone was holding the cock behind him.  It must have made a cute photo.

     FLASH.  Someone had the same idea and was taking a picture. Then one
of the women counted to three, and at three our blindfolds were removed.
Sure enough, we were in a circle holding each other's cocks.  How ridiculous.
FLASH.  And FLASH.

     By now the women were dressed in their street clothes. Nancy ran out with
the camera, probably to lock it in her car.  The women untied us, gave us our
pants, underwear and sweatshirts, gave us some makeup remover, and told
us to get ourselves together.  

     As we were trying to scrub the makeup off, we all looked at Joe.

     "How many pictures do you think they have of us, Joe?  Any one of those
pictures could wreck us for life.  Don't you think it's time you did something?"

     The women brought Joe a pile of checks and a pen.  "We took the liberty,"
Nancy said.  "One month of severance per employee, for each month they
worked here.  It's the fair thing.  Sign them."

     Joe looked around.  He looked at the women, and he looked at the guys.
He thought a moment, perhaps about his ordeal today.  And he picked up the
pen and started signing the first one.

     Darlene came over to me.  She started singing very softly.  "Good, good,
good, good, thing."  I smiled at her.  She gave me her prettiest smile back.

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