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.