Women Rule Part II By Liverpool Kiss The next day Bill returned to work, but things were not the same they would never be the same again. He was finally allowed to leave Tracey's room at just after midnight, the two women sexually satisfied and emotionally rejuvenated, it had been a thoroughly enjoyable evening for both women but Bill his darkest deepest secret was now common knowledge to the two women , and he feared how they use this valuable little gem. He arrived at work on time, he hadn't slept and was absently pawing over the days work when the first email came in from Bernadette, it was one of many photos taken last night, this one was the first taken kneeling beside Tracey collared and looking every inch the slave he was. "Oh God!" He moaned. It was sent to Tracey as well and he knew that he was only the click of a mouse away from total and utter humiliation. "I'll be down to your office after the morning meeting I'd like to see this as your screen saver when I get there," was the attached note. He ignored it and tried to get on with his day. True to her word Bernadette and Tracey made a rare visit to the workshop at just after eight o'clock, so infrequent were there visits they had to be directed to his office and he saw them as his office was pointed out by one of his tradesmen. The two women entered his office and sat across the desk from him. "Did you enjoy yourself last night?" Tracey asked. The two women intimidated him and he felt powerless to prevent anything that they might feel like doing. He smiled "Ye it was er ... interesting," he managed, but knew that wasn't what he meant or what they wanted to hear, "Interesting? Oh believe me its going to get a lot more interesting." Tracey replied." "Do you have the picture I sent up as your screen saver?" Bernadette asked. "Not yet I haven't had time to do it." I lied. "Well make time. Do it now, why we are here," Bernadette instructed. She came around to his side of the desk and with a few clicks of the mouse the image was presented as his screen saver and Bernadette locked in place with her password. "There you go Bill, isn't that a bit more interesting than what was there before?" Bernadette asked without waiting or wanting a reply. He quietly agreed. Tracey was making herself busy with the labelling machine that she found on top of a filing cabinet, and she quickly pressed out 'MISTRESSTRACEYSBYTCH' and stuck it on his hard hat. "Don't remove that," she told him Bernadette stood behind him and pushed him down against the back of his big chair, it pivoted back until he was in a fully reclined position if any one was to walk past his window over his workshop, his domain, he looked anything but in charge, Bernadette firmly held his arms. "The things we could do to you if we were to become really pissed of with you." Tracey said. "Obey us Bill, don't piss us off or I swear you will be very sorry." He swallowed and nodded his head. "I Understand," he said Tracey stretched across the desk and reached for his zipper, he didn't resist or even try to as she pulled down his zip, and just at that moment Pat, his Asian secretary, entered his office. "Oh I'm sorry," she said "I didn't see you come in." she apologised, but was intrigued with what she was witnessing, Tracey had his zip undone, and her hand was snaking into his jeans and she gripped his underwear,. "I hope you are wearing the underwear that I told you to." Tracey threatened. Pat was amused at how these women were talking to her boss and how he seemed so passive and allowed what she saw as a violation in every sense, but she loved it. Tracey pulled the black male underwear from his fly that he had put on that morning. "I gave you a pair of my knickers last night to wear today. Where are they?" Tracey demanded to know. "Take them off. NOW." Tracey snapped and Bill was becoming more than intimidated by her he was now afraid of her. "TAKE THEM OFF NOW!" She repeated and Pat and Bernadette watched as he obeyed her. Pat smiled at the way the women treated him they had him in the palm of their hands and he was actually starting to strip off as she watched. "Someone might come in." He said. "Then you'd better hurry up." Tracey told him "Oh my God," Pat omitted, as he pulled of his boots. "Please Pat go back to your desk." "Stay here and watch Pat, you might enjoy yourself." Bernadette countered and the tiny Asian woman put the file on the desk and watched as her boss stripped. He removed both boots and unfastened his belt and quickly pulled put his jeans over his hips and removed his underwear, and stood behind his desk naked from the waist down. "Throw your pants in the bin." Tracey ordered Bill obeyed her. "Where are my knickers?" Tracey demanded to know. "In my room Mistress Tracey," he replied. "You will go back to the camp and get them now and I will be back here in an hour to make sure you have them on or I promise that you will receive a flogging you will never forget tonight .Do I make myself clear?" 'Yes Mistress Tracey, I'm sorry" Bill timidly replied. "Get on your knees." Bernadette ordered and Bill quickly obeyed her. "Pat have you ever seen a Superintendent masturbate?" Bernadette asked the young secretary. Pat laughed, loving that she was being involved. "No," she said warming to the idea of watching her boss being humiliated in such a way. "Jerk off Bill." Bernadette commanded and Bill somehow managed to get an erection and started to wank before the three women head bowed no longer worried that someone might enter his office, he was absorbed in the task. He looked up at Pat the woman was about thirty, she had modest boobs short dark hair, and didn't stand much taller than him as he knelt before he she was enjoying his humiliation; Tracey and Bernadette may have accidentally found another recruit. "Hurry up Bill I haven't got all day," Pat told him, and Tracey and Bernadette laughed, confirming their earlier thought "Don't be afraid of him Pat," He'll melt in your hands I promise. Bill came, a quick short ejaculation that blew cum all over Pat's boots and jeans. He was watched by the women as he milked his sperm from his wilting cock, and knelt motionless on his knees before Pat, long tendrils of his male mess stretched from his limp cock to a small pool on the floor "Lick it up." Bernadette demanded, he was close to tears as he leant forward and started to lick the mess from the toe cap of his secretary's work boot. "We've got to go." Tracey told Pat, 'can you make sure he cleans up here and then make sure he goes back and gets the knickers, any problems, any problems at all and phone me , But there won't be any problems will there Bill?" "No Mistress Tracey." He quietly replied; and continued to clean his secretary's boots. Bill did as he was told and was back in his office half an hour later wearing the white lace knickers that Tracey had given him. He returned to his office and was on the phone when Pouna walked in again. "Are you wearing the panties?" Pat asked. Bill felt awkward, the woman was starting to intimidate him, "Answer me Bill or I will phone Tracey and tell her that you are being difficult." He met her eyes but couldn't hold her stare she was starting to dominate him too. "Yes," he conceded, "Yes I'm wearing the panties." "Show me.' The tiny woman was enjoying her new freedom and was really enjoying watching her boss squirm. He undone the top of his jeans and showed Pouna that he was indeed wearing panties." "I will check you every morning," and she left him wondering what in the world had he got himself involved in. The rest of his day was uneventful apart from being really busy with what he was paid to do. And before he knew it, it was six o'clock, his phone rang. "Ready to go home Bill," Tracey asked, and he was it had been a busy tiring stressful day and he needed a drink. He shutdown his computer and closed up his office Pat was still at her desk and was typing a report. "Night Pat." He offered, she looked up from her keyboard, "Good night Bill don't forget what I told you." And she returned to her typing, smiling. He crossed to the car park and saw Tracey waiting by his car. "Give me the keys I'm driving." She told him, and he did as she demanded and got into the passenger seat. It was not a small thing; vehicles are in short demand, there are never enough cars on any mine site and having your own vehicle was a status symbol, it gave you freedom, it told the world I have a car I'm important; and to be seen driving your own vehicle shouted volumes to the masses. To be a passenger, reflected that you were not as good as the driver. As they pulled out of the car park Pat his secretary appeared by the workshop door "Pouna would you like a lift?" Tracey asked her, Pouna smiled, and as she approached the car Tracey told Bill to get into the back seats. Bill got out making light of the gesture, but Pouna now knew her place in the new scheme of things. They got back to camp, the women talking all the way back while Bill sat passively in the rear seats, he was thirsty, he was going to slaughter the first beer. They drove into the camp and Tracey pulled up outside her room. "Go to my room and wait for me." Tracey ordered, she gave him the key to her room and she drove off and parked outside the bar, Bill was disappointed he wanted a drink, he entered Tracey's room but she had nothing but water in her fridge. "That'll do.' He said to himself. Tracey pulled up in the car park outside the bar and walked in with Pouna there were a few familiar faces at the Maintenance Table, and Tracey went to the bar bought a beer fro her and Pouna And asked the boys at the table if they wanted a drink, They never miss a chance of getting a freebie from anyone especially a woman, didn't happen often enough, but there were a few eyebrows raised a few questions that needed answering. "How come you're driving Bill's car someone asked. "Bill's still working," she said, "He needs the exercise and said he was going to walk home." They all knew how unlikely that was. The two women sat at the table and were soon joined by Lora and Leslie from the finance department and soon another woman Nancy from Safety and Naomi a friend of Pat's were all sitting around the table and for the first time in anyone's memory there were more women at the maintenance table than men, Bernadette and one of her supervisors were the next to arrive and then Sam a women from ops joined the table and with the her arrival the remaining men left , The women enjoyed a little victory, except this wasn't a little victory this was quite significant there seemed to be more and more of these happening everyday and Tracey had only been here for four days. "Tracey, where's our boy?" Bernadette asked, the animated chatter that was all around the table stopped as they listened to what was happening. "Lets find out." Tracey said and pulled the phone from her pocket and punched in Bill's number. It rang just once. "What are you doing?" Tracey demanded to know . Bill was in Tracey's room unaware that he had an audience. "I'm waiting for Your return Mistress Tracey," he replied again unaware that she had him on speaker phone. There were giggles around the table "Mistress Tracey?" Lora mouthed, covering her laughter with her hand. "I need my clothes ironed for tomorrow, you do that while you are waiting for me, iron my knickers too." She was showing off, but no one doubted she was speaking to Bill. "There are some dirty knickers in the hamper, wash them by hand. Would you like me to dress you in a pair before I fuck you tonight?" Tracey asked. "Well whether you like it or not that is what I'm going to do. Understand?" There was silence. "Understand she repeated. "Yes Mistress Tracey," The women roared and he heard the laughter down the phone. There was a few seconds of laughter and a few comments he recognised Lora's voice, and knew more and more people were becoming aware of his status. "What are you wearing?" Tracey demanded to know. "I'm dressed in my normal work gear, the clothes you dropped me off in." he replied. "Strip off. I want you to send us a picture of yourself naked, kneeling; you have a camera in your phone don't you?" "Yes Mistress Tracey.' "Send me a picture in five minutes." And she hung up. He did as he was told he stripped and knelt, he held the camera in such a position to capture his pose and took a photo and then sent the picture through to Tracey. Tracey was deep in conversation with Lora when her phone rand and she down loaded the image, she laughed and past the phone around the table the women could hardly contain themselves they had never enjoyed a beer so much. Bill was naked at the ironing board when his phone rand again. "The girls aren't very impressed with your package Bill, they want to see you erect." Again there were more shrieks of laughter, "Get it up Bill!" He heard Lora call.' "And don't be all night." And the phone went dead. He obeyed and brought himself to an erection; his knob just leaking the first few drops of pre-cum and he capture the image and sent it to Tracey. Tracey's phone rang again and the was silence as Tracey downloaded the picture, the women erupted again and the crystal clear image of Bills eight inch erection. "Tracey does his have a movie camera, Nancy asked Tracey was ahead of her. "Oh you are wicked" Tracey phone Bill, there was a brief silence as he answered. "Bill put the camera into movie mode: we want to see you have a wank!" Pandemonium broke out in the bar the girls had never had so much fun, and they all crowded behind Tracey and watched as Bill, jerked himself off and they cheered as he blew his cum over the lens of the camera. Bill head hung was now in so deep. "I'll be bringing some of the girls back, make yourself pretty for me" Tracey told him and the phone went dead.