Office Life Part 5

I soon settled in to the routine of the office. As a male the rules were simple. Look good that meant always show a lot of  leg and also make sure your make up was perfect.

The work was mind bogglingly boring. I sat at my work station listening to the voices of my female superiors on my dictating machine from which I produced endless letters and reports.

Fortunately my typing was quite proficient as the slightest error made was punished very harshly with a public over the knee spanking or worst a private session with the executive who had dictated the letter or with Ms Adams. Either involved maximum humiliation or the very least was a spanking on our bare bottoms.

Males suffered routine humiliation at the firm and were expected to give sexual favours to any female.  In the modern day society males were obliged by law to wear skirts and at my firm short skirts were obligatory. Hardly a day went by without having the humiliation of a female hand caressing my thighs or private parts or pinching my bottom. This was something females delighted in doing and of course as they were much stronger than males we were unable to resist.

Christmas was approaching and I was to experience my first party season at work.

The office party had been organised and we males in the typing pool had been issued with the skimpiest maids uniforms which we were instructed to wear for the event.

The top was strapless and showed my cleavage enhanced by a tightly laced corset to good effect. The skirt was very short worn over a very full mini petticoat which ensured that not only were our stocking tops on show but the slightest movement exposed our frilly panties.

Duly attired and inspected we were put to work dispensing drink and snacks to the female executives. Needless to say, our bottoms were soon glowing with various shades of red from the constant groping and pinching inflicted on us

Eventually the evening began to draw to a close with many of the females becoming very rowdy due to the large amounts of alcohol consumed.

This meant that we males had to endure more and more indignities.

I was sandwiched between two females one of whom played with my nipples whilst the other had lifted my skirt from behind and was playing with my bottom.

Looking around I could see that all the other males were in a similar predicament. Also the two women were pushing against me so hard I realised that they were both wearing dildos and were going to use them.

I was dragged across a table one of them holding my hair; she unzipped her trousers to show an enormous dildo which she forced me to suck. At the same time from behind I felt my panties being pulled down around my ankles. I was helpless as from behind a dildo was forced in to me whilst my mouth was forced to suck the dildo in front of me. I confess it was arousing and I was soon carried away with the excitement of it as I tried to satisfy my abusers.

The ordeal seem to go on forever, but in fact the two females were quickly satisfied and I was left draped over the table semi naked and denied any sexual release..

Office Life Part 4

I blushed as I followed Lucy to the near by kitchen where we loaded a tea trolley and filled an urn with hot water.

Lucy handed me a frilly apron explaining it was a custom of the firm that refreshments are served by correctly attired males and also that we had to curtsey  to the female executives in each office.

Like all males I knew how to show respect to my female betters. If Ih ad learnt nothing else from the education system I knew how to curtsey and give pleasure to females.

“Are those tights or stockings you’re wearing.”He asked.

When I replied stockings he sighed. “Oh dear, you will be lucky not to end up running around without your skirt on by the end of the morning. The women in this firm get very excited about stockings and suspenders.”

I said that I hoped the length of my skirt might make it not clear what I was wearing.

He looked at me pitying. “The will know.”

We pushed the trolley along the corridor and knocked on the door of the first office.

Obeying the instruction to enter we curtseyed prettily before dispensing the required tea with a plate of biscuits.

The occupant of the office was the senior partner Mrs Cane a well built woman who I sensed was eyeing us up and down.

“You’re new.” She barked. “Name?”

I nervously gave my name.

“Skirts to long I like my junior staff to show some leg, it encourages the clients.”

She ordered me to stand by her and immediately slid her hand under my skirt. I gasped as she fondled my lace encased peenie and pulled on the elastic of my suspenders, snapping them on to my bottom.

“Nice bum.” She said and pulled me over her desk.

She swept my skit up leaving me in a most humiliating position with my bottom exposed.

I tensed knowing what was going to happen next.

Her large hand descended with an agonising slap on my bottom followed by five more in quick succession.

I squirmed and began to cry not just because of the pain but also the indignity of being treated in such a way.

I was allowed to stand and rearrange my skirt before we were ordered to go.

Quickly curtseying we left the office, my bottom throbbing from the spanking.

“Welcome to the firm.” Lucy said as we wheeled the trolley towards the next office. “I’m afraid you will get used to being a male working here, we know our place.”

Office Life Part three

Impatiently my boss und me round and pulled my panties down. I twas so humiliating as I felt her hand caress my bottom and a finger explore my hole. I whimpered as she probed pushing her finger in to me. I stood still knowing I was powerless to resist. Women were far more powerful than men and I knew she could overpower and beat me easily. Beside which I needed the job and if keeping it meant submitting to some ritual humiliation then I would.

Generations of males before me had realized this, why should I be any different?

“Just so you know who the boss is.” Ms Jones said bending me over the desk. “Cause me any problems and this is what you will get.” With that she spanked me, slap after slap. I wriggled and cried out but to no avail.

Eventually she stopped and I was allowed to pull my panties up and straighten my skirt.

“Now report to Ms Adams in the main office and she will arrange for one of the clerical assistants to show you your duties. Remember you are just a male clerk just obey.”

With that she started looking at the papers on her desk. Realizing I was dismissed I walked out of the office in to the next door general office. I had managed not to cry during my spanking but I could feel my bottom tingling from the aftermath as I walked.

I entered the office where a severe looking woman, Ms Adams I assumed sat at a large desk in a leather swivel chair.

In front of her here were four much smaller desks at three of them male assistants sat, busily inputting in the computer screens on their desk. Whilst Ms Adams looked very elegant lounging in her seat the males were all dressed very prettily.

 Their skirts were very short, barely covering their bottoms as they sat on hard plastic chairs, legs tightly together to achieve some degree of modesty. There were no modesty panels in front of their desks so it was obvious that Ms Adams would enjoy as any female would, the site of her junior's nylon clad legs and probably their panties as well. The low cut tops they wore also showed their boyish cleavages off as well

They also had all taken time to ensure that their make up was perfect, the eye make up, foundation, blusher and lipstick complimenting their faces perfectly.

Ms Adams looked me up and down; I could feel her mentally stripping me.

“You must be Sally.” She said. “That is your desk there.” She pointed at the unoccupied desk at the end of the row.

“Put your things away and then you can help Lucy do the morning tea.” the boy at one of the other desks stood up smoothing his skirt as he did so,

“Oh by the way. “ Ms Adams said as I walked past her desk.”Wear a shorter skirt tomorrow I do like to see my staff showing lots of thigh.

Office Life Part 2

I entered the offices, my heels clicking loudly on the marble floor, and made my way towards the lifts. There were a lot of people waiting for them, mainly women. It was some time before I was able to squeeze in to one. I realised I was the only male in the crowded lift. As the doors shut I felt a hand slip under my skirt and start caressing my panty clad bottom. Hemmed in as I was I could not move until the lift reached the eighth floor when I was able to push my way out of the lift and away from the laughing female occupants. My skirt had been tucked in to my panties by one of them so as the doors closed the occupants could clearly see my panties, suspenders and stocking tops.

Crimson with embarrassment I quickly pulled my skirt down and entered the offices of the firm that was employing me.

The pretty male receptionist told me to wait so I stood teetering on my heels listening to the activity going on in the offices.

Eventually my new boss appeared. She was tall and smartly dressed in a matching pin striped suit. I was instructed to follow her. She walked very quickly and it was difficult to keep up with her hampered by my fashionable skirt and heels.

At last we reached her office and she sat down in a leather swivel chair and inspected me. Her face was unsmiling.

“Turn round.” She ordered. I did as she commanded. “Come closer let me see what Ive got.”

I stood teetering on my heels, I knew what to expect, in today’s world the predatory females were all powerful

“Pull your skirt up.” I held my skirt shyly pulling it above my knees. “Higher.” She instructed.

I stood before her with my skirt around my waist waiting for her next instruction.

She reached out and her hand slid up my leg, over my thigh and began caressing my little peenie.

“Mmmmh very nice.” She murmured. “I think you might fit in very well here.”

Despite the male suppression medication that all males now have to take, I could feel my peenie responding. I felt totally in her power and almost thankful that she appeared to find me attractive.

I knew that to survive in any workplace males had to be attractive to their female superiors and provide the with entertainment other than the basic clerical tasks we had been trained for.

I had naively hoped that I would not be abused as soon as I joined the firm. It looked as if I was very wrong in that assumption.

My new boss was going to use me.

"On your knees slut." She said impatiently and began to unzip her trousers

Office Life

It was my first day at work after finishing my education. I was thoroughly competent in shorthand and had a good knowledge of grammar. The careers Mistress at my school had quickly been able to place me in a position of a junior clerical assistant at a large firm of solicitors in the city.

I had tentatively suggested that I would like to go on to further education, even university but he Mistress had been openly scornful of what she referred to as my silly ideas.

 “University is for girls, nor empty headed boys.” She had scoffed.

So here I was waiting at the bus stop to start my new career.

 I had dressed carefully, opting for a skirt and blouse with medium high heels, not the skyscraper ones that fashion currently dictated males should wear.

My black skirt was also quite long by modern standards, being just a couple of inches above my knees ,short enough for me to have to be careful about preserving my modesty when sitting but also long enough for me to wear stockings rather than tights which I knew lots of girls disliked. I also felt rather sexy wearing the black laced stockings I had decided on, they made me feel sexy and I enjoyed the pull of the six suspenders attached to my corset as I walked.

My blouse was white and sees through, even though my bra and corset were white they could clearly be seen through the blouse, Boys clothes were designed to make them attractive to girls who seemed to love boys displaying plenty of flesh encased in lace and teetering on high heels.

I had walked to the bus stop, enduring the wolf whistles and ribald taunts of some female building workers on the site I walked past. Secretly I had enjoyed it and wiggled my bottom a little to tease them.

The bus arrived and I got on, all of the passengers where boys or men on their way to work. Women rarely used public transport being able to afford their own cars. Very few males drove, society felt that males with their bimbo brains were incapable of learning to drive.

The bus arrived in the city and I alighted and walked towards the office block where I would be working.

I walked quickly anxious not to be late on my first day, my heels clicking loudly as I minced along.

A group of females walking the opposite way parted to let me through. As I walked past one of them swung the paper she was carrying back to smack me on my bottom. Her friend thought this very funny and hooted with laughter, mortified I walked on hoping knowing that I would be very lucky if that was the only humiliating abuse I would suffer today.

I arrived at the office block and stood for a moment watching the people entering. The females in their smart pinstripe suits shirts and ties, the males in their high heels, skirts of varying lengths and all carrying the most necessary male accessory their handbag.

Suffering Males Part Thirteen

The ceremony was very quick I remember very little about it. As I vowed obedience, I could not help but think I was signing myself up for a life of servitude. Along with our guest we adjourned to a local hotel for the reception.

This is where the females got totally plastered and inflicted themselves on the males who could do little but submit to whatever was required of them.

Eventually in the early hours of the morning George and I staggered to our room for our first night of wedded bliss. If you can call it that.

With George obviously aroused despite having consumed large amounts of booze I was pushed backwards on to the bed, my dress and petticoats were swept up above my waist and George was on top of me.

No time was wasted in removing my cock ring or other preliminaries, he pored my breasts, pulling down the top of my dress, his tongue invaded my mouth as he kissed me. I could feel the hardness of the dildo on my body.

He paused and unzipped the trousers to display the biggest dildo I had ever seen. Seeing what was to happen I vainly tried to struggle to no avail. My legs were swept up and I was entered by the monster cock.

No matter that I had been used many times by women prior to my marriage, it would seem that when they married males they needed to enforce their dominance by using the largest dildo they could find.

It was very much a girl thing and we males knew that it was going to happen but could do nothing to stop it.

I screamed as it entered me but this only seemed to excite George even more. Each thrust was agony but it went on until George orgasmed with a loud shout. I of course received no satisfaction, my cock still restrained. I sobbed with frustration as George fell asleep. I tenderly stripped off my dress and undies and put on the white see through baby doll nightie I had purchased especially for tonight thinking it would be a special occasion. I suppose that was a little naive of me.

In this female dominated world males were there to be used for the pleasure of females marriage made little difference, the sexual aggression would always be there.

The best I could hope for was that I could still at least ensure I was provided with the traditional trappings of males, pretty dresses, high heels and sexy undies so I would at least have some pleasure in life.

Suffering Males Part Twelve

Six months later

The limousine drew up outside the church and the uniformed driver; a female opened the rear passenger door allowing me to get out. I could feel his eyes staring as I swung my white nylon clad legs out of the car displaying plenty of thigh before standing teetering on my five inch white satin-heeled shoes.

I stood as my chief bridesmaid, Paula pretty as always in pink adjusted the veil covering my face. I could feel the breeze caressing my thighs under my wedding dress. I was wearing a traditional gown. White, short, with a low bodice displaying my cleavage and a skirt puffed out by very full net petticoats which displayed my legs to full effect. Underneath I was tightly laced in a white corset the six suspenders of which were attached to my lace topped stockings. My frilly white panties were matched by a frilly bra, which supported my small breasts.

In short I looked hot as did my two bridesmaids Paula, my soon to be ex flat mate and Crystal. Their dresses were pink short and like mine supported by layers of petticoats.

I was to be married. Following that evening six months previously George and I had begun to see each other on a regular basis and now I was to become his wife. I entered the church followed by my bridesmaids.

 There were a lot of people in the congregation.

 I could see my male friends had all made a real effort to look glamorous, mini skirts and sleek hair does abounded.

 I minced down the aisle to where George with his best woman, Val, waited smartly turned out in their tuxedoes.

As I slowly walked down the aisle, clutching my bouquet I thought of the changes that awaited me.

 I would have regular release from my cock ring as my husband would legally have the all-important key. Judging by the frequency that he had used me, over the last six months I could look forward to a regular seeing to. That was how women described sex with their males.

 I would not have to endure the monthly humiliation of visiting the ‘Ministry of Men Office’ for milking. But I would still only be allowed release when my husband allowed it. During our courtship, George had obtained an illicit key, strictly forbidden by the state, which had been used on a regular basis so there would be no surprises.

Eventually George had suggested that we would marry and I had of course agreed. I spent many happy weeks planning for the day and now it had arrived. I was of course extremely nervous. I knew that I would be signing my life away to be little better than a slave almost a trophy for George.

I also wondered what our first night would be like. Although I was used to being the submissive sexual partner, as all males were, I knew that George would have bought the biggest possible dildo to use on me. This is what females did in the modern world. It was an enforcement of their dominance to use us to fulfil their own pleasure.

I inwardly winced at the thought, perhaps the biggest humiliation modern men experienced was that of being penetrated by a female. In the past few months we had been going together it had happened to me regularly but I knew tonight in accordance with tradition I would be taken with a monster sized dildo bought especially to maximise my mate’s dominance over me.

 As if forcing us to be always dressing to please wasn’t enough. Sometimes, I longed to be able to wear a pair of trousers and flat heeled shoes, not to spend ages applying make up to my face and not worrying how I walked and moved, and not always being subjected to the leers and catcalls of passing women.

I could only dream on, males had been the submissive sex for hundreds of years and nothing would change that and I had to admit I did really enjoy looking good and the fact that merely crossing my legs could turn on a woman was more than a little exciting.

I reached the altar and as is customary knelt at the feet of my husband to be ready for the service to commence.

Suffering males Part eleven

As the journey went on, I felt myself becoming more aroused by George’s caresses and offered no resistance his other hand went under my skirt and began touching my restrained peenie. Crystal in the front seat had also initially tried to stop Val’s hand but in the end had accepted his probing fingers.

By the time the journey was completed and we arrived at the house that they apparently shared, we were both s aroused that we were both totally compliant to them.

Their house was a lot bigger than the flats that Crystal and I lived in. But then you would expect that given their much higher earnings in our female led world. We got out of the car as elegantly as our clothes allowed and teetering on our heels they led us inside the house.

Within a few minutes they were both sprawled on an elegant sofa with their legs apart and Crystal and I were on our knees in front of them using our mouths and tongues on their dildos and more sensitive parts.

As we slurped away, they talked about the game they had watched at the Club. It was as if we were invisible, even when they both climaxed almost together there was no thanks for our part in the proceedings or indeed our own needs which were by then overpowering us.

We were sent to the kitchen to prepare coffee and provide snacks which we did both longing for our engorged and restrained cocks to be given release.

We sat huddled together on a sofa as the women took their refreshments. When at last they finished George stood up. From his pocket he too a key which he dangled in front of my face. He leered. I knew exactly what it was. It was a key that would unlock my cock ring and give me relief.

He leered. “Bed.”

“Oh yes please I murmured.”

He grasped my hair, pulling me to my feet. Val did the same with Crystal and we were taken to separate bedrooms. The key was used to unlock my restraining cock ring. My little peenie immediately sprang to life. I lay on the bed on my front and allowing George to impale me with his strap on, his hands fondling my breasts. Every thrust was agony but with it pleasure as I felt my peenie become harder and harder. It had been two weeks since my statutory milking and I writhed on the bed in total ecstasy. I  was totally in his power ,with the events of the evening as well I quickly produced the most amazing orgasm shrieking with passion as I came with what seemed to be an unstoppable flow of male passion juice

I rolled over on to my back allowing George to lower himself on my face so I could use my tongue to clean him in a final act of humiliation and debasement.

He grinned at me as I lay passively still quivering with desire. I knew I was now his, a toy to be used as males are always used by the dominant sex.

A pretty nightie was produced which I slipped on. It was short pink and totally see through hiding nothing. I spent the rest of the night in George’s arms wondering what the morning would bring.

In the next room, I had heard Crystal experiencing the same treatment as myself. I longed to talk to her and share the feelings I felt. Why did males have to suffer such treatment? Worse why did the enjoy it.

Exhausted, I snuggled in to George’s arms and fell asleep.

Suffering Males Part Ten

The evening carried on, the women became drunker and we were worked off our feet. We continued to be constantly molested. At on point I thought I was going to be raped again, a woman stood behind me holding my breasts and squeezing my nipples as she pushed herself into my bottom. I could feel the hardness of her dildo pushing into me; my struggles and squeals seemed to excite her more.

Fortunately she released me with a laugh and a slap on my behind.

Eventually, the women began to tire and start leaving the club. The coat boy, now totally naked helped them with their coats and were all subjected to deep throat kisses and more gropes as they went on their way.

We were left surveying the chaotic state the club had been left in. Harry who showed no concern for the treatment we had been subjected to made us clear the place up. She at least let us put our skimpy costumes back on for what that was worth. With all the bending we had to do to pick up rubbish and generally tidy the place it was impossible not to expose lots of naked or partially clad flesh. At least it was only for Harry’s benefit. She also praised us for what had been in her eyes a very successful night, the bar takings had been great and were each given a small cash bonus. We also new that was a sweetener to keep quiet about what had happened to us.

At last we were done. The coat boy had re clothed in a dress had gone in a taxi. Harry had asked Ruby if he would stay. “To keep me company.”  We knew what that meant.

Crystal and I tried to call a cab but to no avail, it was a busy night and we were left with no alternative but to walk home. We knew we were taking a chance dressed as we were but had no alternative.

We stepped out into the road, a little nervously, hearing the door lock behind us. The street was dark and deserted as we walked along our high heels clicking loudly on the pavement. It was quite chilly and breezy causing our flared petticoats and skirts to rise despite our best efforts to control them. We had a delicious chill on our naked thighs above our stocking tops making us feel even more vulnerable as did knowing that our short skirts were barely covering out stocking tops and at times our panties.

We chatted as we walked, although we both felt we had bee abused and were a bit sore from being so forcibly penetrated, we confessed to each other we had both secretly been aroused and enjoyed the experience.

“If only our rings had been off and we could have cum.” Crystal moaned.

“You know you have to be owned for that to happen.” I laughed.

We heard a car approaching, its headlights illuminating us; it was like being in a spotlight. It halted and I could see the driver was Val and in the passenger seat was George. The passenger door opened blocking our path.

“Want a lift.” George asked smirking as he eyed us up and down. “Come on, we owe you we know we treated you badly earlier on.”

We hesitated, we were still a long way from home our feet were beginning to hurt in our heels and the way we were dressed made us more than vulnerable to any females who might be out and about at this time.

“Okay.” Crystal said. “But no funny business.”

George hopped out and held the rear passenger door open. I got in as dignified as possible, keeping my knees tightly together, conscious of George staring at my nylon covered legs, I felt the cold leather on my naked bottom, which my short skirt failed hopelessly to cover. Without warning George got in beside me leaving Crystal with no alternative but to get in the front.

The car moved off, before we had gone a few yards, I saw Val’s hand drop on to Crystal’s leg and caress it at the same time George’s arm was around me and before I could protest her hand was cupping my right breast.

“How bout we all go back to Val.’s place for a night cap?” “It’s not far.” George said. “And.” She laughed we might find a key for your peenie rings if you are really good.” She tweaked my nipple, which along with the other one had become really hard as she had been caressing my breast

“Oh no.” I thought. We were again in the hands of two of the women who earlier had taken part in molesting and humiliating us. Worse it looked as if they were looking for more fun and there was not a lot we could do about it, also maybe we could have some enjoyment if they really had a key.

Suffering Males Part Nine

I lay across the table bent over at the waist a female hand on my neck restraining me. I kept my legs together conscious of my naked bottom pushed upwards by my high heeled shoes, the suspenders attached to my corset pulling tightly on my lace topped stockings. I was totally helpless as were the other two in a similar position.

I could hear the mob chanting. ”Suck it Suck it.” Val pushed the tip of the dildo into my mouth and I knew what I had to do. Any male knows what to do with a dildo. It is a woman’s ultimate weapon to enforce her dominance over a male. Males came to understand that at a very early stage in their life.

. I felt a hand caress my naked bottom as I sucked...My suspender straps were twanged against my naked thighs I could hear the hysterical laughter of the watching crowd as the three of us sucked the dildo’s, trying to prevent them being pushed down our throats by their owners who pushed their bodies backwards and forwards arousing themselves with each thrust.

The hand caressing my bottom moved lower, sliding between my legs parting them. I could feel my little peenie desperate for release stiffen in its lace glove but my cock ring hopelessly restrained it.

Val pushed the dildo in and out and I sucked and sucked. I realised where it was going to end up and I guessed there would be no other lubrication. If I was going to be impaled with it I may as well make it as pleasurable as I could. Sure enough Val pulled the dildo out of my mouth, only to be replaced by another strap on wearing woman who lost no time in filling my mouth with her dildo.

I felt the tip of presumably Val’s dildo on my bottom. Then it entered me, although agonisingly painful as she pushed it in to its full length and then slowly out and then in increasing with rapidity as it was pumped in and out arousing her with each thrust. Although taking the dildo in this way was painful, it was also very arousing, my little peenie was stiff with desired and would have cum so quickly if not restrained by my cock ring. I writhed with lust, forcing myself back to meet her thrusts and hopefully increase her pleasure.

Val leaned across me, forcing her dildo into me even more, I could feel the passion in her as she pumped and pumped. Her hands grasped my breasts pinching my nipples arousing me even more. I screamed with ecstasy conscious of the jeering laughing women.

Val climaxed suddenly, her grip on my breasts relaxed, I felt her shudder. She roughly pulled the dildo out of me causing me to scream. The dildo in my mouth continued until its owner shuddered as she too came and pulled away from me.

The watching women were still laughing and mocking us as the three of us were pulled back to our feet, shaking we teetered on our heels as half-naked we continued to be subjected to the gropes and taunts of the women as we tried to retrieve our clothes The women taunted us, tossing our dresses and thongs to each other preventing us from getting dressed and covering ourselves however skimpily.

Eventually, we were forced to resume serving the women clad only in corset heels and our lace topped stockings. It felt as if the evening was never going to end. We had been raped humiliated abused and beaten and the evening wasn’t over yet... That was life for men in a modern women’s world

Suffering Males Part Eight

The game on the television finished and  my fears were realised. A pair of hands grabbed me from behind holding my breasts at the same time two other women grabbed my legs and  I was carried to a nearby table where I was dumped on my back. In vain I wriggled trying to keep some dignity, buy my skirt was around my waist  totally exposing me to the laughing women.

Out of th corner of my eye I could see that my colleagues were in a similar predicament. The cloakroom boy was pinned down over the lap of a woman who was spanking him ferociously. Crystal and Ruby were both in the middle of a group of women who were molesting them mercilessly.

My head was pinioned by a pair of trousered legs which I realised belonged to George’s friend. George herself had forced my legs apart and was cruelly groping my restrained peenie.

“Strip the bitch Val.” George said, tightening her hold on me.

I felt the front of my dress being dragged down, at the same time George ripped my thong off me, leaving me dressed only in my corset stockings and heels with my peenie encased in its lacy glove.

I was pulled to my feet, my hands pinioned behind my back and with  Ruby and Crystal who had also had their dresses removed was dragged to the centre of the room surrounded by the drunken and laughing women. We were pushed in to a line, Crystal was at the front, I was in the middle and Ruby behind me. A leash was tied around Crystal’s balls, then pulled between her legs and tied around my balls and then through my legs to be tied around Ruby’s balls.

The women had formed two lines, and led by George holding the leash we were forced to mince down the corridor formed by the women. Every step was awful as the excited women groped and molested our already abused bodies. We pleaded and begged or mercy but to no avail..

Eventually we were flung face down over some tables. We waited for what was going to happen next, terrified we each had a woman holding us down with a hand on our neck. What had already happened was far worse than any of the humiliations we had previously experienced as men.

George’s friend Val stood in front of me two of the other women stood in front of Crystal and Ruby. Encouraged by the rest of the women they unzipped their trousers and revealed they were all wearing a large strap-on.

Of all the humiliations heaped on modern man, to be taken by a woman with a strap on was possibly the worst even though it gave women obvious pleasure and that was our role in the modern world.

Male Life

The role of males in the modern world is quite simple, to provide pleasure for females. So we have to look pretty, always be well made up and dressed attractively.We also have to be prepared to be used by females for their pleasure so our tongues, bottoms, and little peenies are their's for the taking.

Suffering Males Part Seven

The first of the women guests for the evening began to arrive, as you would expect rugby fans to be they were rather large and somewhat intimidating. Indeed I reckon some of them probably played the game. Harry greeted each of the arrivals; their coats were taken by a boy wearing even less than we were. He had on only corset, frilly panties, heels and stockings. He curtsied to each of the disdainful women before taking their coats to the cloakroom, usually with an encouraging slap to his behind from one or more of the arriving guests.

To my horror I saw George coming through the door together with her friend who had taken advantage of me at the office a few days ago. They both smirked as the saw me.

“Well well little sally all ready to serve us again.” George said.

“And dressed ready for it ” Her friend laughingly said. She reached out and without warning squeezed one of my nipples, which without the benefit of a bra were clearly visible through the thin material of my dress. I jumped and gave a little squeal, but they laughed and moved on through to join the other guests.

Crystal and I were also subjected to the normal physical groping and verbal fun, as we dispensed the refreshments. Our short skirts were flipped up and even though we were holding trays some of the women stood behind us and fondled our breasts and nipples thrusting their crotches in to our bottoms. . We could do nothing but endure and wonder what the rest of the evening held.

We were kept very busy, there were about twenty guests in total and they had arrived sometime before the match was to be screened.

By the time they sat down, they were very merry and we had not stopped dispensing the drinks and food. Crystal and my dresses had been tucked into our panties by some of the women, exposing the naked cheeks of our bottoms and the narrow string of our thongs, much to their amusement. Our bottoms were also red from the gropes and slaps we had been subjected to. We were allowed no rest, as we still had to serve the seated women. No matter how we tried, placing their drinks on the low tables, could only be done by exposing plenty of flesh. Whether we bent at the waist straight legged or bent our knees in a form of curtsey, the sight of our attempts to preserve some dignity caused even more merriment and touching and fondling. I have to confess I was becoming  quite aroused, my nipples were hard and my little peenie was straining against its restraint from the attention however humiliating and degrading I was receiving.

The match was quite exciting I think .The women were very loud shouting for their teams. Arms were waved and a general excitement and frenzy was obviously gripping them. I don’t understand Rugby or any rough games really; it just looked like thirty sweaty dirty women racing around in a muddy field. But the women in the audience were obviously enjoying it. I couldn’t help wondering what would happen when the match ended. The women’s consumption of alcohol was unabated and women, drink and scantily clad males usually ended up in trouble for the males.

Suffering Males Part Six

I spent a long time getting ready for the shift at the club and I thought I looked really good.

My face was heavily made up and Paula had laced me really tight in to my corset, causing my breasts to be pushed up and nipping my waist in so that it was really tiny.

My black lace topped stockings were attached to the six suspenders on the corset pulling them up tightly.

I had chosen to wear a flimsy thong which tied at the sides the back of it sitting snugly between the cheeks of my arse.

So there I was teetering precariously on my highest heels, wearing a maid’s dress that displayed my cleavage and was so short that flared out by the net petticoats it barely covered my stocking tops and the slightest movement exposed them and my thong. As usual my little peenie was encased in lace and pulled back between my legs.

With Paula’s assurance that I looked great I stood at my front door waiting for the taxi that the three of us were sharing.

Dressed as I and the other two boys were, there was no way w would get to the club unmolested by predatory females, so we had decided we would share a taxi and avoid the normal abuse boys got.

I heard the beep of the horn of the taxi. Time to go, female taxi drivers did not like to be kept waiting. I opened the door and made my way down the steps. As soon as I stepped out, the breeze lifted my skirt forcing me to hold it down as I walked. The waiting taxi driver’s eyes were on my legs as she opened the cab door. The other two boys Ruby and Crystal had already in the cab. As I got in the driver’s hand groped my bottom, causing me to sit quickly without trying to smooth my skirts. They were so short anyway that it would not have made any difference, even so the cold leather of the seat on my naked bottom and thighs made be squirm a bit.

Ruby and Crystal were both dressed as I was, so the driver in her mirror had a view of our nylon clad legs right up to he top, the short skirts doing nothing to hide our modesty.

The journey to the club was quite short and unusually, when we arrived, the driver got out to open the door and let us out. The fact that this gave her an opportunity to get a closer look at our legs and undies as we struggled to get out of the vehicle with some modesty had nothing to do with it.

Harry opened the door after keeping us waiting for what seemed an age. Our costumes had already attracted the attention of passing females but it had been harmless if somewhat degrading.

“Well done.” Harry said. “You look really hot. Now remember you are here to serve and if my guests are pleased there may be a bonus for you.”

With that we were given our instructions for the evening.

I was positioned with a tray of drinks by the door with Crystal who held a tray of canapés. We stood  nervously teetering on our heels, our skirts flared out legs tightly together waiting for our customers.

Suffering Males Part 5

Im addition to my secretary job, I also had a part time job working in a bar. Pay for males whatever their job was extremwly low and I needed the extra to survive.
The bar was owned by a woman called Harry.
Like all women she had roving hands which was something we barboys had to accept as we could not afford to lose our job.
In addition to Harry, the female customers also were more than ready to grope and abuse us. Some nights my bottom was bright red from the gropes and slaps administered to it.
As part of the conditions of our employment, we were required to wear very short skirts or dresses and high heels and stockings which made us very vunerable to groping hands and of course the constant need to bend or lean over exposed our lacy stocking tops to the amusement and excitement of the customers and to the humiliation of ourselves.
What is it about women that the sight of nylon covered male thigh and frilly undies excites them so.
As the bar closed at the end of one night Harry ordered me and two of the other boys to stay.
"On friday night we are hosting a Ladies Evening to watch the Rugby." She said.
I had seen that a big screen had been installed in the bar. Now I knew why.
She continued. "You three will serve for the night, and just to make it more entertaining for the guests, Ive got you some new costumes."
She produced some pink satin french maid costumes. They were extremely low cut at the front, which would ensure our boobs were well displayed,with a very short skirt flared almost horizontally by fluffy petticoats.
They would ensure that there would be plenty of our flesh on display and an evening of humiliation faced us.
"Take them home and wear them to come here on Friday." Harry instructed.
Wear your sexiest thong,a corst to push your boobs up, stockings and no bra."
"Any questions?"
We looked at each other horrified.Wearing the outfits in the bar would be bad enough, but having to travel to work in them would be awfull. It was summer and to hot to wear a top coat. We all walked to the bar and would be exposed to all sorts of possible violation wearing these outfits.
Ruby one of the other boys put her hand up.
"Can't we change here please Harry?" She said."you know what the streets are like for us boys."
"I want you here ready to work by 6.30. That's when the guests are arriving." If you don't want to work there are plenty of others who will."
Harry was oviously in no mood for argument. "Club together and get a taxi now stop wingeing and get off home. See you on Friday." We were dismissed.
The three of us walked home together for safety, running the gauntlet of the shouts and whistles from the gangs of drunken women out late looking for boys to abuse.
I got home safely and started to think about the coming evening on Friday.
The women would get very drunk and wearing the required costumes we would be totally at their mercy. I could only hope that there would be nothing worse than groping and verbal humiliation.