"You were such a good boy," says. "But, I want you to really know who's in charge this week. Let's step into the stall."
and Melissa lead you into the handicapped stall and lock the cubicle door behind you.
"Drop your trousers," says.
Reluctantly, you undo your belt, unzip and let your trousers fall, bunching at your ankles. Your hard cock sticks out like a teepee, pressing your boxers out from you.
"Mmmm...nice cock," Melissa says, lifting the head slightly and dropping it, letting it bob up and down. "Good size and nice hardness."
The two women giggle.
"Now remove the boxers," orders.
You slide your boxers down your thighs, letting them fall on top of your pants.
"Actually, pop your shoes off as well."
You bend over awkwardly sliding your shoes off, then slipping your pants and boxers off completely.
opens her purse and pulls out a small, black, zipper bag. She unzips it and pulls out several silky looking sheaths. She compares them quickly to your cock and pulls one out that is about the right size.
She bends down slightly and slides the sheath over your cock. It is a nylon tube that's sealed at one end and has a small metal ring sewn into the other end. It seems to have an inner plastic lining. Next, she removes a leather thong from her handbag and slips it around your waist. It's carefully constructed with a round opening for your cock and a leather pouch for your balls. She fits it into place so that it's snug and holds the sheath in place over your cock. She finishes the process by slipping a small combination lock onto the thong, locking it into place on you.
She steps back admiring her handiwork. She gently strokes your cock through the sheath, making it harder and making it a little too big for the sheath. It's mildly uncomfortable, but doesn't hurt, as such.
"Now, take off your tie and unbutton your shirt a bit for me."
You comply, leaving your tie hanging loosely from your neck.
She removes a black leather collar with studs spelling the word "slave" on it and slides it around your neck, locking it into place with another small combination lock.
"Good. Now, you won't need these--" she takes your boxers from the floor "--but you can put the rest of your clothes on. If you need to pee, phone me for permission and I might let you go. Otherwise, all of this will stay in place. Also, don't make any lunch plans...we'll be going out somewhere."
"Let's go, Melissa," she says, as the two women head out of the restroom laughing.
You quickly put your clothes back on over this new outfit, wash your face and head to your office. |