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.