Office Life Part 6

The Christmas festivities at the office were soon over for us. The male members of staff had only two days off before we had to report back to the office. I stepped out in to the street to go to work and was immediately conscious of the winter cold. I reflected how nice it would have been if I could have worn some warm clothing. That was of course unthinkable for a male in today’s world. I was wearing a short black skirt which as usual barely covered my stocking tops together with a sheer white blouse beneath that my frilly pink bra was clearly visible, whilst beneath my skirt, my flimsy panties, slip and stockings did nothing to protect me from the cold. The chilly breeze caused my skirt to flip up flashing my frilly undies to the world I did have a warm jacket which was really the only winter clothing fashion, and our female superiors allowed us. Controlling my skirt with one hand, I teetered along on my high heels, conscious of the cold, particularly at the gap between my stocking tops and panties. At the bus stop I waited with a number of other similarly clad males. We chatted about our experiences over the holiday. Like me most had been used at their firm’s party by the female staff. The bus came and we all boarded it. It was very crowded and we were packed together like sardines. The swaying of the bus caused our bodies to rub together and I could feel my nipples and little peenie becoming erect. My peenie like all other males was tightly restrained and anyway the daily medication all males are required to take kept it small and under control. Again like me they had spent the Christmas break waiting on female partners and their friends at parties. This was the norm in our female dominated society. Along with my friend Paula I had gone to my girl friends house where w had prepared and served the food for the guests all female she had invited. Much drink had been available for the women with the result that Paula and I had been the subject of constant groping and abuse. At one point, to entertain the group, we had been stripped to or underclothes and forced to kiss and fondle each other much to the hilarity of the women. Finally to continue the entertainment we had been forced to suck each other off till we both came in each others mouth. It had bee awe full and did not end there as we were both spit roasted each of us having a women raping our arses with a strap on whilst at the same time another woman used a strap on in our moths. The women had found this to be extremely amusing and the affectionate hugs they had given us at the end of the evening had not made the experience any less humiliating. There was little other traffic about; most women took a long break at Christmas so there were few cars on the road. Only women drove cars, it was considered that males were not intelligent enough to do so and totally lacked the necessary coordination. I arrived at the office where with my fellow male workers we were greeted by the one female executive who had drawn the short straw and had had to come in to ensure our attendance. She would of course do little work whilst we would carry out our normal duties. Almost certainly I thought one of us at least would end up over her knee or sucking her strap on or worse been raped with it before the end of the day. At one point, to entertain the group, we had been stripped to or underclothes and forced to kiss and fondle each other much to the hilarity of the women. Finally to continue the entertainment we had been forced to suck each other off till we both came in each others mouth. It had bee awe full and did not end there as we were both spit roasted each of us having a women raping our arses with a strap on whilst at the same time another woman used a strap on in our moths. The women had found this to be extremely amusing and the affectionate hugs they had given us at the end of the evening had not made the experience any less humiliating. There was little other traffic about; most women took a long break at Christmas so there were few cars on the road. Only women drove cars, it was considered that males were not intelligent enough to do so and totally lacked the necessary coordination. I arrived at the office where with my fellow male workers we were greeted by the one female executive who had drawn the short straw and had had to come in to ensure our attendance. She would of course do little work whilst we would carry out our normal duties. Almost certainly I thought one of us at least would end up over her knee or sucking her strap on or worse been raped with it before the end of the day.

Lets have your skirt up and panties down boy

The dominant female has no compunction is using a subjugated male to satisfy her needs. The helpless male can do nothing but submit to her demands,

Captives of the Amazons

The small sailing boat the four of us had hired several days ago gently drifted in to the deserted bay of the island we had sighted a few hours ago.

We had set out full of excitement at the thought of the few days vacation to be spent sailing the high seas. Sadly a day into our voyage a sudden storm had dismasted us and worse we had found that the engine had become contaminated with salt water and would not work.

We had drifted helplessly for some days and were more than relieved when the yacht beached itself and we were able to jump ashore..

The edge of the beach was lined by a deep forest and with no sign of life we decided we would explore inland.

After some hours, we were deep in the forest and beginning to think about looking for a place to rest

Suddenly  Andy who was leading was hoisted into the air and left dangling by a noose around one ankle. He was upside down his head about a metre from the ground. He had stepped into a booby trap.

Before the rest of us could react, three figures appeared barring our path. I began to take in that they were women dressed in combat gear when shrieking savagely they attacked us. Immediately two of our number, Steve and Danny were clubbed unconscious. With practiced ease one of the women kicked my feet from beneath me forcing me to my knees, holding both my hands behind me with one hand. She was immensely strong and although I resisted with all my strength I found myself overpowered and forced face down on to the ground. I felt my hands being bound together. I could see the same fate had befallen my companions .

In the space of a few seconds, the three women had overpowered the four of us. My captor stood up and pulled off my boots then tied my ankles together and pulled them up to tie them to my wrists. The other two women had done the same to their captives.

Having immobilised us,  Andy who had been unable to help us was cut down and although he struggled had his boots removed he was hog-tied like the rest of us.

My captor stood over me her hands on her hips.

“Well fancy a big strong man like you letting a puny girl take you prisoner.” She sneered. Her English was perfect. She was quite tall for a woman, about 5, 10” and attractive, but nothing

about her indicated the strength she had displayed to overpower me.

She kicked me savagely, rolling me on to my back. From a sheaf she produced a knife and proceeded to cut away my clothes until I lay totally naked and helpless. The same treatment was meted out to my companions. As they worked, the women ridiculed our sexual organs and our manhood. To my dismay I felt my cock harden, it was almost as if I was enjoying the humiliation we were experiencing. My captor squatted and produced a bright red ribbon which she tied tightly around my cock. knotting it tightly. It cut savagely in to me.

“Just to show who captured you and whose property you are.” She said smiling.

I saw that the other three had been labelled in the same way Andy also with a red ribbon, the others with pink and yellow.

One of the women, obviously the leader came over and kicked me. “He will do.” She said.

She repeated this treatment for Andy, Steve and Danny. We were then dragged painfully in our bound state and tossed together in a heap. We were so close together, that our cocks in their still aroused state rested on each other’s naked bodies. The touch of our naked flesh seemed to maintain our erections

“Amazing what effect a bit of humiliation has on male pigs.” The leader indicated our cocks. “Well they won’t be sticking them in to defenceless woman again.” One of the others replied.

She was right. We were totally humiliated, we lay naked totally in the power of the three women who had overpowered, stripped and bound us. Our cocks were almost showing we were enjoying the experience.

The third woman had squatted beside Steve and was caressing his cock. Of the four of us, he did not appear to have been aroused by the circumstances of our capture. In his bound state he began to writhe, groaning as his bonds cut in to him. The woman stopped playing with and stood up leaving him aroused but unable to obtain any relief like the rest of us.

“This one will be no good to us we may as well deal with him now.” The leader said.

The three women pulled Steve into a kneeling position and released his feet. They pushed him on to his back and pegged out his legs wide apart. They stood over him smiling sadistically.

Two of them began using their booted feet to play with the immobilised man’s aroused cock, causing him to thrust hopelessly in to the air.

I had an awful feeling of apprehension as to what was going to happen next. The leader squatted beside Steve and grasped his cock pulling it up. His body rose as she held him. He screamed with pain and terror. Begging for mercy sobbing with terror.

“Not such an arrogant man now are you?” The woman gloated.

One of the other women handed her a knife and she began sawing away at the base of Steves’s cock. Blood spurted Steve shrieked and bucked in his bonds. The woman stood, ritually placing a foot on his heaving chest and held his severed cock and testicles aloft.

The blood continued to spurt from the wound, Steve screamed and screamed as the blood soaked in to the ground. The women showed no mercy. At last he lapsed in to unconsciousness.

It was like a nightmare, the woman attached the bloody organ to a piece of rawhide, which she tied to her belt. I realised that all three of them displayed other shrivelled male organs in the same way obviously they were trophies. Having seen the savagery they were capable of, what was going to become of us?

Worse was too follow, the unconscious brutalised man were beheaded in front of us. The women did this without any squeamishness; we were back in the dark ages.

“Get the horses Annie, we will rest up here for the night.” The leader spoke. Annie disappeared to return a short time later with three horses. Tethered behind one by his wrists was a naked man. He was gagged and also like us had a ribbon tied around his sex organs. He was wide eyed with terror and I noticed that his naked backside was covered in red wheels obviously the result of a severe recent beating.

Annie released him and dragged him over to where we lay. She kicked his feet from beneath him and tied him in the same manner as us.

“Do you want to gag the other sluts”? She asked the leader.

“No I want to hear how the bitches scream first. They need their first lesson in obedience. Put them over that log.” She indicated a fallen tree.

I could not understand why she had referred to us in the feminine form. Little did I know what the future held for us or that Steve might be considered to have been lucky.

Annie and the other woman picked each of us up and dragged us to the tree. They released our ankles from our wrists and placed us across it. We lay in a row our naked backsides in the air; our ankles and wrists still bound.

The leader removed the trophies from her belt and unbuckled it. She stood in front of us smacking the palm of one hand with it.

Annie stood in front of me and placed her foot on my neck, forcing my face in to the ground. I sensed the leader behind me. I heard a whoosh and then experienced the intense agony of the belt on my backside.

I screamed as the blow was repeated and repeated. Humiliatingly I sobbed tears streaming from my eyes as I begged for mercy, until my torture stopped.

“Any disobedience and you will get more understand?” Annie said.

“Yes” I whimpered.

“Yes Mistress.” Annie ordered. Her foot was still forcing my face in to the ground.

“Yes Mistress.” I humbled myself.

The treatment I had received was meted out to my companions. Each had his captor place her foot on his neck whilst his backside was beaten. There was no mercy. It was an exercise to show that no resistance or disobedience would be tolerated.

We were dragged back and placed with the newcomer closely alongside each other on our sides like a row of logs.

“There you are girls, you can give each other a bit of comfort. Move close to each other.” The leader ordered again using the feminine form to address us.

She made us push against each other, I felt my cock grow and push into the newcomer’s arsehole whilst whoever was behind me began to invade mine. Only the newcomer did not have anything to push against whilst Andy at the end of the row did not have anything invading him.

The three women laughed at the site we were presenting. We could not disobey her orders, we were totally helpless unable to resist. I began to lose control as I pushed my aroused cock in, at the same time I could feel my own arse being penetrated deeper and deeper.

We were all groaning with both pain and pleasure as we thrust our cocks forward attempting to obtain relief. The pain as intense, I had never experienced anything like it. I did not realize what the future held.

The women were beside themselves with laughter at our predicament. They mocked us calling us faggots and pansies. They lashed our naked bodies with their belts.

“How does it feel to have a cock inside you?” One yelled. “Women have to suffer it all the time.”

Suddenly I felt the cock inside me spurt and a warm stickiness invade me. Almost at the same time, I came depositing my load inside the newcomer. Within seconds we had all come and lay breathless against each other.

We were silent and totally humiliated. We had been overpowered by a smaller group of women, bound, beaten and made to perform in a homosexual orgy.

The women dragged Andy and the newcomer apart from the rest of us. The newcomer was made to penetrate Andy who had not suffered this previously, as he had been the end of the line. The newcomer had not cum like the rest of us. The women were determined that none of should miss the depravity they were inflicting.

After they had finished tormenting us, our ankles were retied and we were left for the night. The women did not need to guard us; we were totally numbed by their cruelty. Several of us myself included were in tears with the humiliations we had suffered.

I must have drifted off to sleep, because the next thing that I recall were loud shouts and a savage kick being delivered by one of the women. At their command all four of us woke up. Our ankles were released and we were forced in to a kneeling position before buckets of water were flung over us.  I tried to ask that our wrists be untied, as they had now been bound for many hours. I received a savage blow across my face from the leader, which sent me sprawling.

“I think you can take that as a no.” One of the other women sneered.

Controlled by the women, we were herded in to two lines of two. A leather strap was placed tightly around the base of our balls. The straps were the joined to each other by a length of chain passing between our legs, linking us together about eighteen inches apart. Another length of chain was attached to each of the front men and tethered to the saddle of two of the horses. The women mounted and off we went. Bound as we were, we stumbled behind them our heads bowed in submission. The third woman bought up the rear of the procession occasionally slashing at the exposed arses of the two rear men.

The pace was slow, but even so we often stumbled as we were dragged along like animals on a leash. Dangling from the saddles in front of us was the disgusting site of our butchered friend’s head.

We walked for hours being allowed to rest only for a few minutes during each hour. Occasionally our captors would spur their mounts in to a trot. This meant that we had to run or face the consequences of being dragged by our balls. With the mistreatment of the previous night and the tightly bound with the ribbon and the leather strap our balls were extremely painful but remained highly aroused, almost as if we were enjoying our plight. It was not long in to the journey before we were all sobbing with pain.

The women constantly taunted us with how we had been captured by them and with vague references to the fate that awaited us when we reached their base.

After some hours, we began to see signs of civilisation. We began to travel between cultivated fields and in the distance figures could be made out.

As we grew nearer, it became apparent that we were approaching a working party of naked men. They were labouring in ditches at the side of the track; by the look of it they were clearing them. The men were filthy and obviously terrified. A woman dressed similarly to our captors was apparently in charge of them, pacing between them urging them with strokes of a short crop she was carrying.

She raised a hand in greeting as our little procession halted. We sank to the ground exhausted.

“Pathetic little bunch you’ve got there.” She sneered.

Our captors dismounted laughing. “No good for the work gangs, but I think we can turn them in to pretty little things for pleasure purposes. You can see how much they enjoy being captured and humiliated.”

The women looked at our aroused privates and giggled.

Great drawing Male put in his place

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.