OMG Part Three

The Office Bitch


The shower helped, I was black and blue, my balls were the size of oranges, I
was criss crossed with vivid, angry welts and I had developed a very
pronounced limp, but I made it to work. I took the lift to the fifteenth floor
and got to my office earlier than usual I made a cup of coffee and sat there
looking out over the Yarra wondering what the hell I should do. 

 I opened my computer and waited, gazing blankly at Flinders Street
station while it started up. There was the usual half a dozen emails from
various friends, but the one at the bottom, the one from Orla seized my total
attention, it had been sent late last night after I had left her flat. My
heart froze as I opened it, there was an attachment. The message was simple
and to the point.

 " ... .enjoy. I did ... "

 I opened the attachment; it was a very graphic movie of Paul and I,
edited quite well and left absolutely nothing to the imagination. I looked at
it in horror. Who would believe the truth? Who would believe that I was forced
to be involved in this lude act by a woman almost half my size. I only watched
it once and quickly deleted it.

What I should do became obvious; my reasons for being in Melbourne were almost
complete, the project I was working on and very involved in was being
undertaken in South East Asia, Thailand to be specific, and the Engineers who
were going to oversee the project were based in Melbourne, as SE Asia came
under their jurisdiction, simply put it was my idea, their money. Orla was the
accountant and over the past three months we had done a good job, all that was
left was the last few bits and pieces that I could do from home. As the idea
began to form I played with the idea of simply heading back to London as
quickly as possible, I'd tell the Projects Manager, the person in charge of
the Melbourne office that I had to return home unexpectedly and I would
conclude the pre-contract work from there over the next couple of weeks.

I went back to my emails are started to draught a quick message to Bernie, the
Project's Manager, all the time my eyes were scanning the outside office for
any sign of Orla or Lisa, but for some reason they seemed to be missing,
although it was still quite early I was beginning to hope that I might be able
to slip away without seeing either of them. The idea perked me up for a few
minutes, and then the sun slipped behind a dark cloud.

The draught was almost complete when Lisa appeared in the doorway. She worked
with Orla, I wasn't sure of her exact position in the company, but the sight
of her sent shiver through me.

"Morning Larry." She offered. She was a big woman over six foot in her heels,
she was dressed in a very smart business suit, navy blue, jacket and skirt and
white blouse, the skirt was hemmed an inch above her knee and she wore black
stockings and black patent leather shoes with three inch heels, She had a
thick mane of blonde hair that fell to the collar of her coat. She smiled at
me as she entered my office.

"How are you this morning?" She asked smiling as if yesterday had never
happened.

"Hi Lisa ... ." I replied not really sure how to address her, but when she
didn't correct me it didn't make me feel any more comfortable. "Yeah ...
.g..good." I replied nervously, trying to return her smile.

"Bernie would like to see you in her office." Lisa told me, sensing my
discomfort.

"When?"

"Now." And she was gone.

The stiffness and discomfort that the shower had temporarily masked had
returned and I tried walking around my office in an attempt to loosen up, and
then I quickly strode down to the office, my balls hurt like hell, but I
managed to walk into Bernie's office as if I was in mint condition.

Bernie, Bernadette Walker, was an attractive, intelligent woman in her late
thirties, she was one of that rare breed who had three degrees; she had two in
various Engineering disciplines, and third in Business Management and there
wasn't much about my profession that she didn't know about and she managed to
temper her intelligence with a warm personality, and stunning good looks she
could have been a model, but she was far too bright. She sat with Orla and
Leisa around an occasional table in big overstuffed armchairs that made
meetings with her feel informal.

"Hi" I said as brightly as I could and joined them. I sat opposite Orla, who
looked up briefly from her laptop and gave me a cold smile.

"So, Orla tells me that you are just about done with the Mukdahan
preparations; she has submitted a full report on what you and her have been
putting together and along with what you have told and shown me I think we
should go ahead with your proposal. Orla has a few proposal of her own that I
want you to consider, and should we agree I have no doubt that this will be
quite a successful project." She said smiling at me. 

"Sure. What proposals exactly?" I asked my smile withering as Orla looked at
me, as if to say how dare you question me. I couldn't hold her stare and
melted before her, as she outlined her proposals. She was dressed in a
charcoal grey skirt with a maroon blouse that was unbuttoned to reveal just a
hint of cleavage, she stood up and walked around the office and she spoke.

"I think we should go to Thailand as soon as possible, and inspect the site,
make sure the soil tests are correct, and that the environmental impact of
what we are undertaking is minimal." She went on to outline all of the usual
fluff around the edges of all major projects. I sat there quite happily
listening to Orla as she more or less repeated what I was discussed with her
on several occasions. I was just pleased that the project was going ahead; the
financial return for me was going to be quite significant. "And finally I
would like to be the Project Manager, with Lisa as my 2-I-C and we'll use
Larry as an advisor. Orla concluded.

"Hang on, this is my project. I brought it here and.."

"That's right it was your project, but it's our money, and as Project Manager,
Orla will be able to control the spending and control aspects of the project
that you are not aware of. It is a condition of our contract. Orla and Lisa
will be the Project Managers and you will assist." Bernie told me in a tone
that left little room for discussion.

"Then I'll take my project elsewhere."

Orla ignored my limp threat and continued for a few more minutes before
suddenly stopping. "Wow I'm thirsty; I need a cup of coffee. Does anyone else
want one?" Orla asked, both Leisa and Bernie nodded in the affirmative.

"Larry why don't you go and get three cups of coffee;" Orla ordered. She
stared straight at me daring me to defy her. "And when you come back we'll
show you why you won't be taking your project elsewhere. I slowly rose for
where I sat and took their orders.

"White and one." Bernie told me.

"White no sugar." Lisa told me.

"White no sugar." Orla told me. "And don't take all day." And I hurried out
and down through the office to the kitchen. The main office was very open with
a number of work stations where about a dozen men and woman worked busily at
their computer, I'm not sure if anyone noticed me, but I felt like every eye
was watching me as I returned with a tray of cups to the Manager's Office.

"So you're the office bitch now are you?" One of the girls asked as I gingerly
walked back carrying the tray. I smiled like it was no big deal, but I thought
I heard a few sniggers as I returned. When I got back to Bernie's office Orla
was setting up her computer in front of the screen that had been pulled down
from the ceiling. I had a horrible feeling that I might be about to see
something I didn't want to, and sat at the table and watched in silence as
Orla prepared her presentation. I put the tray down on the table and served
each woman with her coffee, and tentatively watched as Orla started her Power
Point presentation; and what followed were half a dozen photos of me being
fucked by Orla, Lisa had caught me perfectly, there was absolutely no doubt
who was on the end of Orla's dildo.

"Oh God." I groaned.

Orla said turning away briefly from the screen and looked at me, "get
undressed," she instructed as she flicked to the next image with the remote. I
looked at Bernie appealing for her to intervene, "please Bernie ... ." I
began.

"Do as you are told." She said flatly and I obeyed, I stood up and removed my
suit coat and draped it over the back on a chair.

Bernie got up from the table and went to the door. "Jenny," she called and an
office junior appeared in the doorway, "could you bring a big garbage bag here
please?" and as quickly as she arrived she the youngster disappeared. The door
was left open as Orla flicked through the photos. One after another they
showed Orla and Lisa's domination becoming absolute. I unbuttoned my shirt and
draped it over the chair, and then unclipped the top of my trousers and
stepped out of my shoes, I pulled down my zipper and pulled my trousers over
my hips Bernie was watching the slide show but as I was getting down to my
underpants she showed an iota of interest, the white lace panties made her
laugh, the small panties covered very little but the fact that I was wearing
them suggested the beginning of their control over me; but when the video
started the sound dragged her attention back to the screen. Jenny, the office
junior returned with the garbage bag just as I was removing my socks. She
looked at me, but her attention was split between my image on the screen and
the man who was just pulling off his lace underpants in front of her I stood
naked in the centre of the office for a second.

"On your knees," Bernie snapped, and I quickly obeyed. Bernie went through my
pockets, she removed my wallet and keys and change and then handed my trousers
to Jenny, who pushed them into the garbage bag. Jenny then picked up my coat
and went through the pockets, the noise of me sucking on Paul's cock made
Jenny laugh. "Sounds like you're enjoying yourself." Jenny tormented as she
stuffed my coat into the bag I was told to pick up my socks and shoes and put
them in the bag, my shirt was the last thing to be stuffed into the bag. The
panties were put on the table.

Jenny stood over me, no more than eighteen or nineteen she seemed remarkably
comfortable with the situation. She was dressed in a white blouse with a black
bra underneath she wore a short black skirt hemmed three of four inches above
her knee.. She tied the top of the bag, and placed the bag on the table while
she ran her fingers through her long fair hair and retied the scrunchie around
her pony tail.

"Kiss Jennifer's feet. " Bernie commanded and I bowed before the office junior
and planted a delicate kiss on each foot. She then picked up the bag and left
with it, leaving me kneeling, naked in the centre of the room.

The volume coming from the video was loud enough for the inquisitive in the
general office to peer in, two of three women stood in the door way as watched
the graphic, disgusting act Paul were made to perform. I cowered in the office
aware of everyone laughing at me. Only the women stood in the doorway the men
chose to turn a deaf ear or left the main office. When the screen finally went
blank a deathly silence descended on the office. Orla selected another film
and a few seconds later it showed Lisa fucking Paul and Paul fucking my mouth
through the bars, The women laughed as I struggled to swallow his cock and
some of the faces I pulled made the women laughed even harder, I had never
really known porn to be comedy but I was a regular Charlie Chaplin. Lisa's
dominance over both of the males on the screen was absolute; she looked at me
enjoying my humiliation. But the funniest film was of Lisa fucking me, driving
me into the wall, almost driving my head through it. I pulled some funny faces
all caught with comical charm by the camera in the smoke detector.. The last
film was of me jerking off over Lisa's bottom and every humiliating detail
caught by Orla's hand held camera. Finally it was all quiet. Orla stood up and
walked over to the light switch and turned it on.

"So, Larry when you say you will take your project elsewhere, who exactly do
you think will pick it up after we show them this?" Orla asked.

I knelt in the centre of the office under the scrutiny of about half a dozen
women, I cowered nervous and naked, extremely vulnerable, and obviously
beaten.

I shook my head, "N..no, I'm sorry ... I..I.. didn't mean,' I mumbled in
coherently.

"I didn't hear you." Bernie snapped, for the first time asserting her
dominance over me. I looked up at her, but she stared me down. "Who do you
work for?" Bernie asked me.

"I'm freelance Bernie, you know that, I replied with as much confidence as I
could muster.

"Not any more. You now work for me." Bernie told me. "Jackie, get me a junior
contract, put his name on it and get it back her as soon as possible." One of
the girl's who was standing in the doorway quickly ran off to fill out the
contract. "Carmen get three tickets to Bangkok on the first available plane,
two business, and in economy."

I said nothing, I was beaten.

The three women got up from the table and looked at me, the small crowd in the
doorway dispersed, the show was over, but really the show was just about to
begin. Bernie looked at my welts, she ran her fingers over them, and she ran
her fingernail along one of the more tender looking welts. I winced and made a
sharp protest.

"Shut up and take it." Bernie snapped Carmen an older woman returned to the
office a few minutes later and told the women of the flight schedule.

"There are four flights a day from Melbourne to Bangkok. Two with Thai and two
with Qantas; the first available flight is late tonight." She told Bernie as
she looked at me . I felt her eyes and seemed to cower and shrink before her.

"Get me tickets on tonight's flight. Ladies you had better go home and pack a
bag."

"Send me your passport details as quickly as you can I will need them." Carmen
told Orla and Lisa.

"Where is your passport?" Orla asked me.

"In my briefcase in my office, Mistress Orla," I said using her title
automatically.

"Go and get it." Bernie instructed. I was about to stand up/

"On your knees, crawl down there and crawl back!" Orla snapped and I obeyed,
and crawled out of the office. The women were amused, pleased with what they
were producing. I crawled out of the office and down to what had been my
workstation for the past three months. The women jeered as I passed through
their desks, the few men in the office chose to ignore what was happening for
fear that should they say anything they might share my fate, men in offices
are quite weak I have found. I crawled all the way to my office and crawled
back with my passport. Jenny the young office junior was back with a copy of
the contract for me to sign. Orla and Lisa were quite excited of the prospect
of a Business Class trip to Thailand and were both on their phones talking
excitedly about the trip. Bernie thrust the contract in front of me and I
signed it. I didn't read it; what was the point she'd make me sign it one way
or another.

Bernie stood over me, she was a strong woman in every aspect of the word, in
the three months I had been working for her I seen a few sides of her
character, she ran a busy office with comfort and ease, and had the full
support of her staff, I had seen another side of her too. She was married and
had a couple of young kids her husband stayed at home and looked after things
there. When I first arrived she invited me to their home in Bentleigh for a
casual Sunday barbecue. Her husband, Tom I think is name is, was supposed to
be looking after the kids, the youngest was crying, she was still a baby and
Bernie was becoming impatient with the noise.

"Are you going to shut that baby up or am I going to do it?" She asked
"Because you know what will happen if I have to come in there." That was all
she said but, now as I knelt naked before her I got the impression that Tom
had been naked and on his knees before his wife on more than one occasion.

Her thick shoulder length mane seemed to be an irritation, she always seemed
to be pushing it out of her eyes and or running her fingers through it and as
she stood over me it fell like a curtain across her face, she swept it out of
her face as she looked at me.

"Orla and Lisa are going to leave you in my capable hands for the rest of the
morning while they get their things. I want you to put this on." She said and
handed me a small box. I open the box and small gold plated instrument lay in
it.

"What's this?" I asked. I genuinely had never seen anything like it before.

"It's a cock restraint; it prevents erections." Bernie told me looking me in
the eye when she told me. "And they are very efficient. I will guarantee that
all the time while you are away Orla will have you and every aspect of your
life completely under her control."

I knelt there in silence for a few seconds, wondering how the thing worked.

"While you are trying to work it out I want you to jack off one last time.
Give my girls a bit of a laugh."

I looked up at her in disbelief, was there no end to my humiliation.

"I want you to kneel before me and jerk off over my shoe." She told me and
Jacqui, Jill, Carmen, and Bernie watched as I took my cock in my hand and
pulled some life into my flaccid organ. Bernie looked at the crowd gathering
in the door way. Virginia, tell the boys to come and watch this please." The
French woman quickly disappeared and returned with the three office boys, that
Bernie kept around the office for purely aesthetic reasons; neither of them
was terribly smart but looked good naked. They watched as instructed as my
cock grew in my hand.

I stroked my cock and watched as the women took photographs, some came right
in close and wanted to catch the moment I ejaculated over Bernie's shoes.

"OK the three of you get your cocks out," Bernie ordered. They obey instantly,
the three men knew what to do, they had obviously been used in a similar
capacity before, they surrounded me, one either side and one behind, and they
stroked their cocks until they were hard, each man had a nine or ten inch
cock, and I felt belittled less of a man as they wanked their cocks very close
to my face. Bernie sat back against the edge of her desk and watched the
little show that she had created in her office; she looked down at me, "hurry
up, we haven't got all day."

She was a very attractive woman, tall with tawny blonde hair, her vivid blue
eyes were enhanced by the, eyeliner and mascara she wore, she smelled like a
million dollars too I don't know the name of the perfume she wore but I found
it intoxicating. She was beautiful. She ran her fingers through her hair again
pushing out her breasts a small gap appeared between the buttons allowing me a
brief glimpse at the delicate lace bra she wore under her light blue blouse
and the hem of navy blue skirt that she wore that had risen a couple of inches
above her knee, she had the legs of an athlete hard and lean with very
pronounced calves and they were sheaved in black nylon, her patent leather
high heels beckoned a couple of inches in front of my erection

"I expect you to ask for permission to cum over my feet, and I expect you to
ask very shortly I'm growing impatient." She told me.

"I'm ready to cum Mistress Ber ... .." One of her boy's tried announce

"You will cum when I tell you to cum and not a second before. DO YOU
UNDERSTAND ME YOU FUCKING IDIOT?" Mistress Bernadette told the boy standing to
my right in no uncertain terms.

"Yes Mistress Bernadette." He meekly replied.

"Who owns your cock and balls?' She demanded to know.

"You do Mistress Bernadette."

"Damn right I do, and don't you ever believe anything otherwise. I allow you
to carry them around for my amusement, not yours. UNDERSTAND ME, YOU FUCKING
CRETIN?"

"Yes Mistress Bernadette." The thirty year old boy replied cowering under the
amused gaze of the other women in the office, their contempt for him totally
undisguised as he stood with his erect cock in his hand pre-cum weeping from
the eye.

'"Please Mistress Bernadette?"

Mistress Bernadette looked at me. "What?"

"P..please Mistress Bernadette may I have your permission to cum please." I
mumbled. I was embarrassed, completely humiliated as I waited for Bernie to
allow me to spew my mess over her shoes.

"Yes you can cum." She told me and a very short time later I ejaculated, two
violent bursts, both over the toe of her right shoe; the camera flashes caught
every embarrassing detail as I crouched over Bernadette's foot squeezing the
last of my cum from my wilting penis., the globs of my semen pooled on the top
of Bernadette's shoe. My head was yanked back by Jacqui the office junior and
I was positioned in front of the boy to my right and Jenny took his cock from
his hand and she jerked him off violently, his ten inch cock bounced beside my
face as Jenny jerked him over the edge. He blew three or four massive wads of
cum into my face, into my eyes and across my lips, Jenny wiped his enormous
cock across my face feeding his cum into my mouth.

"Swallow it." Jenny ordered, "Swallow every drop, you cock sucking whore.
Jenny spat "Now suck his balls dry." His cock was pushed into my mouth and I
sucked the dregs from his swollen purple head. He was still erect and I
chocked a couple of times as I tried to please the two office juniors. The boy
to my right was ready to cum and Jacqui and Jill repeated the performance, he
blew his cum into my eyes and I was blinded, I couldn't see, if anything the
second boy had more stored in his balls than the first one, his cum spewed all
over my face and was drained into my mouth, Jenny and Jacqui directed the
stream of cum into my mouth. "Open your mouth, you stupid cunt!" Jacqui yelled
She spat into my mouth as I tried to lick the cum from my lips, and again the
ten inch cock was forced into my mouth both cocks filled my mouth, the women
laughed and took photos as I tried to swallow the 'boys' mess. Then the third
boy blew his cum into my hair, from behind thick wads of cum oozed through my
hair and ran down my forehead into my eyes.

"Lick your mess off of my shoe." Mistress Bernadette ordered and I knelt
before he and lapped up my cum from the top of her shoe. But my humiliation
was far from complete.

I was not allowed to remove the cum that was smeared all over my face when it
dribbled close to my lips I was allowed to lick it away, but it coated my eye
lashes and leaked out of my hair for the rest of the day until it eventually
dried. The cock restraint was produced again and an older woman, Christina,
one of the other managers watched as the things was taken apart. I had a vague
idea how it went together to prevent an erection but I shivered when I
realised that the slender rod was to be inserted down the eye of my cock.
Christina grew impatient watching me and the office juniors playing with it.

"Come here." Christina demanded, and I crawled to her with the device. In a
couple if seconds she lightly pinched my cock head making the eye into an 'o',
she spat on my knob and using the spit as a lubricant she slowly inserted the
rod down into my flaccid cock.

Christina was a small petite woman no more than five feet tall in her
stockinged feet, she had short jet black hair with an olive, Mediterranean
complexion, she was dressed in a black; a black business suit and blouse
stockings and heels. She was a small person, but I got the opinion in the very
short time I was in her company, she was in complete control, she had the cock
harness fitted and locked in a minute and handed the key to Jenny. From
somewhere a collar was produced and it was quickly fitted around my neck and
finally the tiny white panties were given to me and I squeezed myself into
them, they covered almost nothing, but certainly added to my humiliation and
the women's domination of me, and Christina led me out of the office and down
the corridor to her office; where she kept me between her legs giving her oral
for the remainder of the day.

Tbc ...