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