OMG
By Liverpool Kiss
Part Four, Travels with my Mistress


I spent most of the morning under Christina's desk with my head firmly wedged
between her legs; she wore delicate transparent white lace panties that I
managed to lower so that the waist elastic hugged my chin as I lapped her
clitoris while she sat in her chair and continued her day's business. She
typed and answered the phone, and even conducted a couple conversations in the
office while I was obviously present, and the people who entered the office; a
man shortly followed by a woman conducted their conversations as if it was the
most natural thing in the world to see a man orally servicing their manager
while discussing subtle aspect of their job. Christina kept my head squeezed
between her thighs and although she never went into a frantic orgasm, she did
shudder convulsively a couple of times and she lifted her heels onto my naked
back and raked my skin with the sharp stiletto's, a little note of
recognition, that I was acknowledged.

My jaw ached the panties were saturated with my saliva and Christina's juices
and I was rapidly developing a severe case of cunt-rash when I heard the
chilling sound of Orla's voice and then her piercing familiar laughter when
she saw how I was being employed.

"Hi Chris, I'm glad you could keep him busy." Orla said as she entered her
office.

"He's been very attentive, been a very good boy, if you ever want to lend him
out Orla, I take him for the weekend," said Christina reluctant to give up her
cunt licker, her office bitch.

"He has a very weak end Chris, you'd be disappointed," Orla joked, "you are
getting the best of a very useless lover, all its good for it licking your
arse, but if that is what you want, I'll let you have him whenever I don't
need his dubious services."

"You're off to Thailand I hear," Christina commented in an attempt to stall
the inevitable.

"Yes, and we really should be going we have a plane to catch." I sensed Orla
behind me and then felt hands probing between my legs and gripping my balls.
They were still extremely tender she grabbed them and I omitted a scream
stifled somewhat my Christina's soaked pubic thatch, and rope was tied around
my balls, and then all of a sudden I was dragged out from out from under
Christina's desk, the sodden knickers slipped from under my chin and slapped
against her abdomen as I was pulled out backwards, screaming.

"AAAAGGGHHHHPLEASEMISTRESSSSORLAAAAAAAAAGGGGGGGGGGGGH!" She dragged me out of
Christina's office and out into the main office, the men winced and the women
cheered as I was dragged literally kicking and screaming before them. Orla
dragged me effortlessly across the carpet, my scrotum stretched to tearing
point.

"MOVE OR I WILL RIP THEM OFF," she yelled above my screams. I was dragged
through the office backwards, I tried to crawl and catch up with her but I was
unable I was like a dog on a frozen pond falling and slipping and screaming,
mainly screaming

"MISTREEEEEEEAAAAAAALAAAAPPPPPLLEEEEEEAAAAHHHHHHHHHHGGGGGGG"

She dragged me all the way back to her office by my balls. Was it only
yesterday morning that I had had breakfast with her down on the banks of the
Yarra River? I thought we had established a very good working relationship
something quite unique inspite of our age difference and now less than thirty
hours later, I was terrified of her, she was bully with a sadistic streak a
mile wide, she had destroyed my brittle veneer that I hid behind, the tough
work hardened persona that I presented to the world had been a challenge to
her and now after she had smashed it she found the soft flabby reality a
bitter disappointment and she couldn't reign in her temper or hide her
contempt for me; she enjoyed beating me, enjoyed crushing me further, she was
enjoying my suffering, people thought she was dominating a strong hard street
fighter, let them believe what they like, she thought, she wasn't going to
stop until she had completely destroyed me.

"PLEEEEAAAAMMMISTREEEEAAAAORLAAAAAAAGGGGGGGHHSTOPPPLEEEASEEEE!"

I begged.

"Scream you fucker!" she spat. She was a strong woman, a lot stronger than she
appeared, just 5 foot five in her bare feet, no more 65kgs (140lbs) but she
managed to drag my 100 kg body screaming and protesting about thirty metres
without breaking a sweat at all, she hauled me into her office and kicked me
viciously in the balls for good measure. I cried out in pain, she kicked me
again, the hem of her cotton frock swung up around her waist allowing me a
brief glimpse of her tiny white satin knickers. I curled up in the foetal
position in the corner of her office whimpering like a disciplined child.

"Shut the fuck up." She snapped. She stood over me, dressed in a light cotton
print dress her white panties could be easily seen through the thin summer
material. Lisa entered her office and laughed at my cowering form.

"Oh how the mighty have fallen," she casually commented. Lisa was dressed in a
white blouse and blue jeans, the girls were going on holiday, they were going
on a working holiday, but a holiday none the less. Before they could say
anything Bernie walked in

"OK girls, are you all set?" She asked.

"Yep," said Orla, passports, e-ticket that I'm just about to print
confirmation of," she commented as she typed something on the keyboard. "Just
got to get his stuff from the hotel and we can head off to the airport." Orla
said. She walked across to the printer and picked up the written receipt of
her e-ticket, read it and folded it.

"Have you thought how you will get into the hotel, with him dressed like that,
apart from those panties he hasn't got any clothes," Bernie commented.

Orla shrugged, she looked down at me, "Take him in like that. D'you think
anyone will notice?" Orla said breaking into one of her familiar laughs.

"I dare you to!" Bernie said laughing as she thought of the challenge. "I'll
give you a hundred dollars each if you parade him through the foyer of the
Travelodge in just his knickers and his collar." Bernie said.

"OK." Laughed Orla and the three women shook hands.

The women were ready to leave, and the office staff gave them quite the
send-off, Bernie went with us, she was going to drive us to the airport. The
women in the office cheered them as they went to the lift, two office boys
carried Orla and Lisa's luggage to the car and Lisa fastened a leash to my
collar and I crawled across the office floor behind the entourage. The lift
arrived, empty fortunately, and the six of us piled into it and we quickly
descended to the lower car park floor. Once there we went straight to Bernie's
car and in a few seconds we were driving out into the Melbourne traffic;
Bernie driving, Lisa in the front passenger seat Orla and I in the back.

They worked on a plan, Lisa would scout the lobby of the hotel first, make
sure there were no children, it was two in the afternoon and they figured that
the place should be quiet, and it was. "OK," Lisa said, "the coast is clear
just a couple of bored receptionists." Orla pulled me from the car, and led me
up the steps and through the front doors of the hotel.

"On your knees," she demanded and I swiftly obeyed and crawled beside her like
a dog. She then walked me across the tiled foyer of the Travelodge in broad
daylight, brightening the day of the two receptionists, who could hardly
believe their eyes. Orla led me to the lift where we seemed to wait for an
age. If any security had been alerted none showed. The lift finally arrived
and took us to the eighth floor, and from the lift I crawled down the corridor
to my room; and Lisa caught the entire thing on her phone and sent it to
Bernie who was waiting in the car outside and to the girls back in the office.

"This was going to be a day most of them will never forget." Said Lisa, and
she ruffled my hair like a good dog.

My case was emptied on to the bed and Lisa and Orla decided what I was going
to be taking, they emptied my closet and drawers.

"You won't need any underwear, you can wear what you have on and we'll buy a
few more pairs of frillies when we get to Thailand." Orla told me. I had two
suits that were immediately binned, most of my shirts, and couple of pairs of
jeans and shoes were all binned I knelt in the corner of my hotel room as the
women threw all but a few things in the garbage bags that they brought with
them. I was allowed to keep my toilet bag and my lap top although Lisa put the
lap top in the bag she was carrying. I was told to have a shower and they laid
out my clothes while I showering. When I got out of the bathroom the women had
completed their task. I was handed the white lace panties that I had put on
this morning, I pulled them on again over my swollen balls and penis
restraint. I was then handed a white suspender belt, I said nothing as I
fiddle with the hook and eyes, it was obviously Lisa's, I was then given a
pair of black stockings.

"We'll shave your legs and you will love how they feel after a few days," Lisa
told me in all seriousness. I rolled each one they stretched to fit and I
caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror and couldn't hold back the tears. To
argue was futile, very painful and futile

"Ahh, he's crying." Orla mocked. A pair of my favourite faded Levi's had had
escaped the cull I pulled them on next was next, hiding my embarrassment. But
it was short lived as Lisa handed me a black bra. "You've got nothing to put
in the cups at the moment but we'll soon fix that." Orla told me sitting on
the bed watching my strip tease in reverse. I put the bra around my waist and
fastened it at the front as I had seen so many of my girlfriends do. I then
pulled it into position and then I was given a white T-shirt to put on, the
bra was clearly visible.

"Oh please Mistress Orla please don't do this." I begged

"I need your passport." Lisa snapped ignoring my plea and possibly annoyed
that I was addressing Orla, and she letting me know in no uncertain way that
she was also very involved in my downfall. I went to the safe, punched in my
PIN and retrieved my passport and handed it to Lisa. I had a change of
clothes, another pair of Levi's, another T-shirt and a white dress shirt, my
diary, a few books and a few other personal effects were binned, i-pod was
confiscated along with my passport and laptop and wallet.

My hotel bill had been fixed up by Bernie and she was waiting for us in the
Lobby when we returned.

"I do like that touch," she commented on my bra, "maybe we can get you fixed
up with a set of false boobs when you get to Bangkok," Bernie said and I don't
think she was joking. Bernie handed Lisa and Orla a hundred dollar bill each,
"The girls at the office loved it." She said, as we walked out to the car. My
'luggage' was put into Lisa's case and we headed out to the airport.

We arrived at Tullamarine Airport in plenty of time for our evening departure.
Orla and Lisa gave Bernie a hug outside the Departure terminal as I found a
trolley to take the luggage to the counter, when all the luggage was loaded on
to the trolley Bernie looked at me.

"Come here." She said, there was a softness to her voice. "Thank you for
everything. I mean it, you have been a wonderful addition to our office over
the past few weeks and I look forward to seeing you on your knees again," she
said and gave me what I thought was a genuine hug, "but I'm afraid I have some
bad news for you though," she said looking at me as she broke our embrace, her
hand went down to my groin, and she softly squeezed my genitals. "We have
forgotten the key to your restraint," she told me "It going to be an
uncomfortable few weeks for you," she said with an unsympathetic smile. Then
she turned and got into her car and the three of us went looking for our
counter.

Orla and Lisa had booked in on line; I pushed the trolley to the Business
Class counter and loaded the cases on to the scales.

"We have already booked in," Lisa, said handing her passport to the Clerk,
whose name was Leigh. Leigh took Lisa and Orla's passports and quickly
presented each of them with their Boarding Pass.

"He is booked on an economy ticket, but he's travelling with us can I book him
in here?" Lisa asked? Leigh looked at me.

"Can I have your passport please?" The clerk asked me and Lisa handed her my
passport. She looked at Lisa and then me, but said nothing. "Do you have any
luggage?" She finally asked me, paying particular interest in my bra as she
spoke.

"His luggage is in with ours," Lisa explained a lot more comfortable with the
situation than I was.

"Window or aisle?" Was Leigh's next question.

"Put him in the aisle," Lisa told her "I may want to use him," my Boarding
Pass was issued, and the three of us headed for immigration. Because the two
women were travelling Business they went through the Express Lane while I
joined the throng going through the regular X-Ray and search.

I had nothing on me, no keys, no wallet, no change not even any carry-on
luggage, I should have sailed through, but the metal detector went off as I
passed through it and a short African woman told me to go through again. I did
but with the same results showed me to a mat and ran the wand over me and it
went off quite loudly when she passed the wand over my crotch. Orla
approached.

"He's travelling with me, she said, "he's wearing a penis restraint," She
announced to the entire crowded search area. The African woman didn't
understand, but another woman who was obviously her boss did.

"He's wearing a penis restraint?" The women asked loud enough to get the
interest of the bored travellers.

"Yes, he works for me and we are going to Thailand to work and I don't want
him dipping his wick whenever the opportunity arises,'scuse the pun." Orla
explained stifling a chuckle.

The senior immigration officer whose name was Teresa afford Orla rare smile.
"Can I see the restraint?" She asked Orla.

"Of course, drop your pants." Orla ordered, by now there was a quite a few
interested in me.

"No, no, not here, he'll have to come with me to our search area." Teresa
quickly explained. And she led Orla, the African woman and me to a small room.
The African woman closed the door.

"Take your pants down." Orla ordered

"Do you have this sort of control over all of your employees?" Teresa asked.

"Only the males." Orla told her as I unfastened my jeans and pulled them over
my hips.

"My, my, what have we got here? The immigration officer asked when she saw I
was wearing knickers, suspender belt and stockings, she went around behind the
desk and opened a draw and picked up a camera.

"Pull down your knickers," Orla ordered, and I immediately did as I was told.

"Do you mind if I take a couple of photos?" She asked Orla, not once did she
address a question at me. The African woman couldn't contain herself any
longer, she burst out laughing she had obviously never seen anything quite
like me before.

"Do you have the key?" The woman asked.

Orla laughed, "No we left it back at the office,"

"An erection is impossible. I love it. How long are you going for?" She asked.

"Couple of weeks, as long as the job takes," Orla told her as she posed
holding my limp cock. And then Orla took a couple of the Teresa fondling me to
painful arousal. The African woman declined being photographed and the camera
was eventually put away.

"OK, that's all. Thanks for your cooperation, and enjoy your holiday" She said
to Orla, they shook hands and the three of them walked out and I got dressed.

The Women went to the Business Class Lounge while I was left to wait at the
gate. I had no money, no ticket, no passport, there was no escape. I was
slipping deeper and deeper under their complete control.

Leigh the check in chick had left the check-in counter and was now going to
assist with boarding, she didn't disguise her contempt for me, and I felt
extremely vulnerable under her gaze as she talked to others about me. I was
beginning to experience a new uncomfortable feeling, something I had never
experienced before, my self-confidence had been severely jeopardised, I felt
inadequate, Orla and Lisa had successfully managed to erode my masculinity, I
felt smaller, weaker, less of a man and Leigh seemed to be chipping away and
what was left of my manhood.

The Flight was called Lisa and Orla eventually arrived at the Gate and I
boarded with them, Lisa held onto my passport and gave me my ticket stub after
she checked my seat number; there was no conversation between us as we
boarded, they went through the first door and disappeared in the luxury of
Business Class while I continued with the economy passenger and its dubious
comfort of Zoo Class.

We eventually took off and after the evening meal I settled down and watched a
movie. The flight from Melbourne to Bangkok is just over nine hours, the cabin
lights were dimmed and despite my cramped seating arrangement I managed to get
as comfortable as possible and was just about to drift off when Lisa came down
the aisle looking for me.

"Come with me." She said curtly and I followed her towards the back of the
plane. She had changed out of the jeans that she had worn earlier in the day
and wore a very loose sarong. She walked to the back of the plane, and waited
until I joined her. One of the toilets was vacant she opened the door and went
in and told me to follow her.

"I'm going to join the Mile High Club." She told me as she snapped the lock
closed. "Drop 'em!" In the tiny cubical I pulled down my trousers as Lisa
unwrapped the sarong, Lisa stood there wearing just a small pair of navy blue
satin panties and an eight inch dildo harness, she wore no bra, her nipples
were large and hard she folded the material a put it the sink. I pulled down
my jeans and pulled the tight white panties over my hips.

"Take your pants off!" Lisa ordered, I didn't even try to protest, it was a
struggle but I eventually managed to remove my shoes, jeans and underwear.
Lisa sat on the toilet the gnarled eight inch dildo pointed to the ceiling.

"You'd better lube it up with your mouth." Lisa told me and grabbed me by the
hair and forced my mouth down onto her 'cock.' I did as I was told and sucked
on her phallus for a few minutes. I wore the penis restraint and the sight of
Lisa was getting me aroused even though I was going to be on the end of her
cock, my erection swelled and the restraint reminded me I couldn't be a man
for Lisa. She didn't want a man, she wanted a bitch and she had one.

She yanked my head back, and looked me right in the eye. "Get up here." I
stood up and straddled Lisa's lap, my knees were on either side of the toilet.
Lisa's hands pulled my arse cheeks apart one of her fingers searched for my
anus and found it she slowly forced one of her fingers into me and then with
her other hand directed the head of her dildo towards my mancunt. I felt the
head slowly star to enter me. Lisa gave a thrust that I wasn't expecting and
with that she pushed the cock into me. I let out a loud moan, and slowly I
slid down the cock, every now and again Lisa gave another thrust to force the
thing deeper into me. Lisa looked at me she smiled as I was slowly impaled
myself on her dildo. I couldn't hold her stare as I was her bitch and there
was nothing I could say or do that would allow her to think otherwise.

Another strong thrust followed by a soft whimper and Lisa's cock was nearly
home.

"Whose bitch are you?" Lisa asked

"I'm your bitch Mistress Lisa." I told her.

And then she started to fuck me! In the small cubical is wasn't easy to
achieve what she wanted but she threw me around like a toy.

"Bounce up and down bitch." Lisa ordered, and somehow I managed to jiggle,
restricted as I was, but Lisa wasn't impressed, somehow she found the strength
to lift me off the toilet and in a crouch she held me and fucked the dildo
into me for a few seconds. She lost balance and I fell backwards against the
door Lisa stood up and had the greatest knee trembler. She fucked me hard and
fast against the door. Bang-bang-bang-bang, she slammed into me, bashing me
against the door, each thrust driving the air out of me, Her grunts and my
whimpers echoed around the tiny cubical growing in intensity until the sound
became one noise. Lisa held me hard up against the door,
band-bang-bang-bang-bang, harder and harder she fucked me, the grunting and
whimpering became louder as did the slap of her pelvis against my arse and the
rattle of the door. She looked down at me, a hard smile, through cold blue
eyes, I cowered under her, I was hers to fuck, when and wherever she pleased,
the vibrator was turned on I felt it through my entire body and Lisa massaged
herself to a shuddering orgasm, she held me there against the door. "DON'T
MOVE!" was all she said, as the waves of the orgasm washed over her. It lasted
for about a minute, she was away in a place that I would never find, groaning
and moaning, then slowly it subsided, her eyes were closed and she he had a
couple of mild convulsions, she shuddered and finally she collapsed back onto
the toilet, her cock slurped out of me. I stood there stupid and useless, my
semi erect penis contained in the restraint, feeling less of a man than I ever
had.

"Get dressed." The spell was broken.