A Corner Office

by Throne

Chris Desmond had been so excited when he got his corner office. He thought it meant that he was getting a promotion. But then his boss, Mr. Cole, told him otherwise. The tall, powerfully built Black man met him in his new workspace, but he didn't look he had anything to say about it being a reward. The big man took the seat behind the desk and sat there glaring at Chris, which made him remain frozen in place, the fingers of his small hands laced together. Mr. Cole let his employee's anxiety mount for an extra half a minute before he spoke.

"Here's the situation," he said, his voice deep and clear. "Your performance has been subpar, boy, even with the undemanding tasks I've given you. You need to work on your communication skills. I had to move you here, next to my office, so I can stop in and check up on you without being too obvious about it. Bad for morale, otherwise. The adjoining door will keep anyone from seeing me enter, and the pebbled glass on your door will give us lots of privacy. Understood?"

"Y... yes, Sir," Chris had answered nervously.

Where was this going? Why had his boss referred to him as 'boy'? Sure, Chris was short and had a small frame. His features were fine and his blond hair was worn a bit long, which might be mistaken for a teenager's style. But still, he had never been called that before.

"I could have fired you," the imposing man went on. "But I wanted to give you one last chance. You know, I met your wife at that office party. The ****** Day event that Human Resources put together. She's a sweet woman and I enjoyed talking to her. It would be a shame for you to have to go home and tell her you were out of a job. Even worse if I couldn't write you a good letter of recommendation. Hell, you could wind up being unemployable. I mean, we were pretty generous to take you on in the first place."

Chris understood. He had been let go from his last two positions for not being forceful enough in sales. He just didn't have the personality for it. So this company had accepted him but only to do maintenance work on other people's accounts. In fact, he suspected that he got hired because the company, which mainly worked with Black-owned businesses, had lost its one token white worker. Whatever the past situation was, his concern now was not getting fired. So he meekly apologized for his poor performance and thanked him for the second chance.

But in the ensuing days, Mr. Cole began to make unexpected demands on him. At first it was just fetching coffee and running errands, none of which was in Chris' job description. Then there was cleaning his boss's office and even his private lavatory. Still, the white employee accepted everything. The mental image of having to go home and confess to his wife that he had failed at yet another job was unthinkable. He was so lucky to have her. Marlene was stunningly sexy. She had shoulder-length blond hair and a sweet face. Her body was incredible, long and well made, with overripe boobs that attracted endless male attention, and a protruding ass that moved like it had a mind of its own. At that office party she had worn a slinky dress that showed off her curves. He remember unhappily how all the guys had eyed her, with no regard for his presence. He had tried to get her to leave early, but that was when Mr. Cole came over and introduced himself. They had talked for a while, smiling at each other and ignoring Chris. Marlene sent her husband to the improvised bar for drinks, one for her and one for Wynton -- Mr. Cole's first name, which Chris would not dare to use personally -- but none for himself.

As he left them she said, loud enough for him to hear, "I rarely let him drink. He can't hold his liquor at all."

Mr. Cole had laughed and told her, "I'm not surprised. He's so damn little." That provoked an answering laugh from her.

When he returned with a glass in each hand, they were speaking back and forth, their voices lowered intimately. Chris had to stand there waiting until they noticed him and accepted their drinks. They didn't bother to thank him.

Marlene went on, "You know, Win, I really appreciate you accepting my husband into the company. I wish there was some way I could thank you."

"Well," he told her, suddenly all seriousness, "there have been some issues with his abilities. I might want to ask you a few questions about him."

Without him requesting it, she got her phone out of her clutch purse and entered his number. She said, "I'll just put it under Win. I mean, if you'd rather, I could call you Wynton. But I think Win is more appropriate for a winner like you."

He grinned and said that would be fine. She glanced at Chris and he felt like he was being compared to the much more successful and forceful man. That had been bad enough, but the longer he was in the corner office, the worse his treatment got. Not only did he have to clean the boss's private lavatory regularly, but one afternoon Mr. Cole insisted that he get out of his clothes to do it. Chris was shocked but knew his job was on the line every day. So he unhappily got out of everything except his jockey shorts. He didn't want to be seen in them because they made it obvious that he didn't have much between his legs. Even so, he went to the door between offices and shyly knocked. Mr. Cole told him to come in and when he did he got another unpleasant shock.

"Th... that's not for me?" he wanted to know. "Is it?"

"Well of course it is," the amused man said, handing him the apron he was holding. It was yellow with flowers on it, and wide ruffles around the edges. "I wouldn't want you to get any harsh cleaning chemicals on your delicate, pale pink skin." His stern expression made it clear that he would allow no backtalk.

Chris took it, trying to keep his lips from quivering, and attempted to put it on. It took him three tries before he got it right and was able to knot the big ties behind him. His boss looked at it critically and rubbed his wide jaw.

He said, "That doesn't look right, boy. There should be a bow back there, over your tight little bottom. Let me get you some help." He pressed a button on his intercom and said, "Nicki, honey, would you come into my office?"

A honeyed female voice answered, "I'd love to, Win."

He chuckled and said, "It's not for that. At least not this time."

She made a disappointed sound and broke the connection. A moment later she opened his main door a crack and said, "Okay to come in? You're not having a private party in there, are you?"

"No, sweetheart. Come on in."

She did and saw Chris, standing there with a red face, looking foolish. He especially hated being seen by Nicki. She was so hot. The Black girl was short, with broad features, a thrusting bosom, and wide jutting ass. He had been stealing peeks at her since his first day on the job.

Mr. Cole told her what he wanted and she got behind Chris. First she untied the apron but then, instead of redoing it correctly, she ran her fingers up and down the center of her white coworker's back. He shuddered from the stimulation. She giggled and lightly used her nails over the same area. He whimpered with need. His wife hadn't been at all generous with her sexual favors lately. Because of that dry spell in his love life, he was easily aroused. His penis began to stiffen. That was the last thing he wanted anybody to see. Even when erect it was embarrassingly small. But just as it attained it's full -- though laughably unimpressive -- length, Nicki decided to pull the apron off his shoulders and start over with it. He had to stand there in just his shorts, with that humiliatingly small bump in their front.

His boss exclaimed, "Damn, boy, you don't have anything where your cock should be."

Nicki came around to see what he was commenting on and she snickered at the sight. "That's for sure. Any smaller and he'd be a girl." She began to finger his nipples, making him squirm. "And see that. He's sensitive like a woman right there. But that baby dick didn't get no bigger. Still looks closer to girl size. Maybe somebody should put her in panties."

"Not a bad idea," Cole agreed. "But for right now get her into that apron and give her a big pretty bow. She's got my men's room to clean up."

Chris made no move to stop her. She got him back into it, tied it up, and made sure the bow was as big as she could make it. Then she gave him a swat on his rump and walked out. Cole crossed his arms over his broad chest and scowled at Chris.

"Well?" he wanted to know. "Are you suddenly too stupid to clean my toilet?"

"N... no, Sir." He looked longingly at his clothes. "Um, my wallet and everything is in my pants. Maybe I should hold onto that until..."

"Maybe you should go clean that toilet and the floor around it with a bucket and brush and sponge. Unless you'd rather do the job with your tongue."

"What? No!" He scurried past his boss and through the door, into the bathroom.

When he got there he received a discouraging surprise. Cole had relieved his bladder and not bothered to be careful about his aim. There was urine on the toilet seat, rim, the outside of the bowl, and the floor. Chris's shoulders sagged. He went to the closet and got the cleaning items that his employer kept there for these special tasks. The apron-wearing office worker got busy.

Two hours later, when the entire bathroom was done, he came out to find Cole enjoying a fine cigar and a glass of expensive whiskey. Chris waited to see if there were further instructions. The well dressed man told whoever he was talking to that 'my special girl' had finished 'her favorite job'. Chris desperately hoped that his identity would not be revealed. After he finished his drink and smoke, Cole said Chris deserved a reward. What the disgraced white guy wanted was to be allowed to get dressed, but he no longer saw his clothes where they had been. Cole noticed where he was looking and explained that everything had been given to Nicki 'for safekeeping'.

"But don't worry about that, white girl Desmond. I've got something that'll make you feel a lot better. Just stand alongside my chair so you can see what's on my laptop."

He hit a few keys and as Chris watched, moving images of a super sexy white woman appeared. She was on a bed and, when the camera pulled back, it showed that there was a muscular Black man alongside her. Chris went wide-eyed at the sight of the guy's overgrown member. He stared at the action as the couple began foreplay, the woman obviously very interested in what her partner had to offer. Chris began to fidget around.

"What's the matter?" Cole wanted to know. "Does it bother you that the guy has so much more than you? Or is it cause that hot bitch looks like your wife? And the guy is kind of like me... especially where it counts, if you know what I mean." There was a tense moment before Cole laughed and said, "Hey, boy, don't be so serious. I'm just having fun with you."

Chris relaxed slightly but then Cole's hand grabbed his bottom and gave it a squeeze. The helpless employee yelped.

"Settle down," he was told. "You can't blame me for copping a feel. That ass of yours is so girly, even in those tighty whiteys. And the wimpy way you act, half the office already thinks you're queer. Sure hope you're man enough to keep your wife happy. Wouldn't want her to stray."

That evening, feeling like his manhood was endangered, Chris tried to pressure Marlene into sex. She rejected him.

"You know," she said, "you can be really selfish about that. I mean, it's not like I get so much out of it, with you being, well, less than average size. And finishing so quickly."

He blushed and stammered, "But I'm... I'm your... your husband."

"Yeah, well sometimes I think you're my husband in name only. Certainly not in performance at night. It might help if you would do something special for me, like I keep telling you. With your mouth."

He gagged slightly. "Marlene, you know that just the thought of doing... that act... makes me feel sick."

"Yeah, well think about it anyway. And try putting my needs ahead of yours."

The next day, acting on Nicki's suggestion, Cole sent Chris out at lunchtime to buy himself some panties. The big man said they should be lacy or frilly or whatever. Chris was still smarting from Marlene's refusal to have sex. And he was beginning to get anxious to gain some relief. He did what he was told and returned with three pairs of the raciest panties he could find. Cole sat at his impressive desk while Chris had to hold each pair up in front of his hips. Finally, Cole declared that they needed a woman -- a real one -- to decide which ones he should wear. He called Nicki on the intercom. She came in wearing a grin, anticipating more fun at Chris's expense.

"Well," she said, "first we have to get him naked. Then have him hold them up like you said he did for you, Win. That'll give me a better idea of which one works best. Like which one looks nicest with his pink-white complexion."

"You heard the lady," Cole declared. "Undress, Chris."

"You know," Nicki offered, "it's going to feel funny calling him Chris once he's in those panties. How about if we change it to..." She pursed her plump lips. "... Christy."

"I like that," Cole enthused. "Cute little Christy."

With both of them watching intently, Chris undressed. He had to go through the indignity of exposing his undersized genitals. The panties Nicki settled on were made of mesh, so that they would hide almost nothing. And they were pink. He had to step into them and slip them up his legs. Once they were on he kept moving his hands, wanting to cover up at least some part of his body. But sharp looks from his tormentors made him drop his hands to his sides.

"I'll tell you," Nicki said, "he looks real sissy right now. But he has to lose the hair on his body. Not that he has much, but it's got to go. Especially down there near his half-a-dick."

"It's got to go," Cole repeated. "So on your way home, Christy, pick up one of those gadgets like you see on TV, to get rid of all that nasty body hair. Make sure it's the kind that, if you use it long enough, the hair doesn't grow back."

"But my wife will notice."

"So make up some excuse. Like tell her that you saw on-line how guys are doing it. And if you're worried about what she thinks, be careful not to let her see those panties."

"I won't be wearing them after work."

"Yes," Cole said reasonably, "you will. You can sneak them off after you get home. And then hide them."

Nicki added, "But don't forget to bring them back. After you've had the other two on, we might want you to go back to these ones."

Chris felt like he was being pulled down into some vortex of madness. This couldn't be happening. At the end of the day he left the office with the panties on under his trousers. Marlene was in a romantic mood when he got there and, in a reversal of her previous attitude, wanted to go straight to the bedroom. He tried to stall her but she was insistent. Finally, as much as he wanted to go to bed with her, he had to beg off by saying that he had a headache. As soon as he spoke, he realized that he was using the excuse associated with women. What he should have said was that he needed to use the bathroom first.

For the entire evening he kept mentally berating himself for his blunder. Finally, at bedtime, he said that he had taken something for his headache and that it was gone. Marlene said that they could go to bed and see what happened. He was thrilled. As soon as he was naked he went to her. In just a short filmy nightie, she looked incredibly seductive and immediately began to run her hands over him. Her fingers went everywhere, bringing him to a peak of excitement. He needed it so badly. But then she hesitated.

"You know," she said, "I got worried about the way you felt and, well, I guess I'm still concerned. It might be better for you to get your rest."

He wanted to remind her that he needed less than a minute, once he was inside her, before he was done. But she had made that remark about his lack of staying power and he didn't want to remind her of his limited self-control. So he disappointedly agreed with her and turned out the light. He was hornier than ever after that teasing foreplay. He tried to sleep but visions of the way he was being treated at work crept into his thoughts and kept him awake.

In the morning, as soon as he got into the shower but before he turned on the water, he began running the hair removal tool he had purchased over his body. The hair vanished as if by magic. His skin was left smooth and pink. He would wait until Marlene spotted the change before he used the cover story his boss had provided.

At the office he had to turn in the first pair of panties, strip and then, under Cole and Nicki's watchful eyes, don a second pair. These ones were transparent on the sides and in the rear, but had a black panel over the crotch. Nicki made him tuck his male parts down and back. Cole laughed at how it looked like he didn't have anything more than a female mound between his thighs. They made Chris perform some menial cleaning tasks while they chuckled at his discomfort. Finally, he was given permission to put on his male clothes over the panties and work in his corner office. He updated some files and made several phone calls. He was relieved when Cole had to leave a few hours early for some sort of special appointment, although Cole told him that Nicki would be keeping an eye on him and now had the same authority over Chris that he did.

The days that followed became a whirl of panty inspections, lowly housekeeping work, watching more black on white porn with Cole, and being given curious looks by the rest of the staff. When Chris was watching those dirty videos, Cole would make him lower his panties and play with his immature penis, but never finish himself. Then he decided that Chris was curious about his employer's own endowment and decided to show him. He stood up, had Chris kneel in front of him in just panties, and made him open his fly and work free his organ. Chris was upset at having to touch it, then stunned to discover just how huge it was. A foot long while soft and, when Cole had him give it a few strokes, another two inches in length.

After a few weeks of that treatment, often with Chris having to stroke his boss's cock as well as his own, Cole made his next move. He began coaxing Chris to discuss his life with Marlene. Chris revealed that he had previously used Cole's excuse about removing his body hair. He also confessed that he was getting almost no sex, just an occasional hand job that might be completed but just as often could be left unfinished. And how his wife was disappointed that he wouldn't use his mouth on her. That was when his boss had an inspiration. A few days later he sprung his latest idea on the panty-wearing -- and now garter belt and stocking sporting -- guy.

"I felt bad about your situation, so I ordered this for you on-line," Cole began. He placed a small box, big enough to hold maybe a wristwatch, on his desk but didn't open it. While Chris stood there worrying about what it might contain, Cole went on, "Since you're not having real sex with your lovely wife, and because she wishes you would learn to eat pussy, I think this will help." He slid it across to where Chris was standing and suggested, "Go on, girl. Open it up and take a peek."

With unsteady hands Chris unlidded the box. At first he didn't recognize what it was. Then it struck him. He had been looking at a lot of adult sites to try to gain some understanding of what was happening to him. The ones that dealt with women running men's sex lives, the way he felt his wife was doing to him, sometimes showed these. It was a chastity tube. Short and made of solid metal, it would fit over the penis and prevent it from getting hard. But was his boss suggesting that he wear it? Chris hadn't been secretly masturbating, even though he was desperate for relief, as he found the idea of jerking off unsettling. It seemed so wrong for a married man to be doing that. And he was still hoping that his bride would reverse her feelings about him being selfish and grant him full bedroom privileges again.

"Sir, I can't..."

"Can't put this on yourself and lock it? Would you rather I have Nicki come here and do it for you?"

"No, I mean I can't wear this at home. My wife would... notice."

"I know she would. But how about this," he said in a sympathetic tone. "You just tell her that you're wearing it to help you get control of your selfishness when it comes to sex. And that you're ready to be her devoted pussy boy. You know -- " He flicked his tongue in and out. " -- playing the old pink harmonica."

Chris felt queasy. He tried to talk his way out of it but, at the same time, was lowering his panties. He was so nervous that his dick stayed soft as he fitted the device over it. Even for his tiny pecker it was a snug fit. He looked at Cole pleadingly but the boss just gave him an encouraging nod and gestured toward the device. Chris shut the ring around the top of his scrotum and fitted the lock in place. He couldn't bring himself to close it.

Cole used the intercom and said, "Nicki, dear, could you come to my office?"

"No, please," Chris said in a panic. "I'll do it." He closed his eyes and clicked the lock shut. The noise it made was slight but had a feeling of finality to it.

When he opened his eyes Cole gave him a shrug and said, "Sorry, she's already on her way."

Nicki entered a moment later and saw what had happened. She went directly to Chris and felt his cock cage. Gave it a tug. Tried twisting it to the left and right. He whimpered.

"Double damn," she said. "You locked the sissy up."

"No," Cole pointed out. "He locked himself. Tonight he's going to show it to his wife. He can even change back into his jockey shorts before he leaves work. Tomorrow he'll tell us all about how it helped his marriage."

"I can't wait to hear that."

"Same here. But right now Christy has to pull up her panties and watch one of those movies she loves. I think it's going to be a rerun of the first one I showed her. She can't play with her pecker, the way she likes, so I'll let her fiddle with her nipples. And then she's going to give me her home password and one of the office techs is going to work it out so I can put a bunch of this stuff on her personal computer. That way I can give her homework. Put stuff on there to watch at night and then talk to her about it the next day. I want to help him get in touch with his sissy side."

"You're awfully nice to him, Win. I'm sure he'll want to show you his gratitude."

"Oh, he'll get plenty of opportunities to do that."

When he got home, Chris was practically trembling. He went to his wife and found her in a diaphanous baby doll nightie.

She purred, "Hello, sweetie. How about if we go straight to the bedroom?"

"Well... er... there's something I have to tell you first. You see..." He cleared his throat. "You were saying how I can be sort of selfish in bed..."

"Let's not worry about that tonight. I just want to do wonderful things for you and then feel you inside me."

"That's the problem. Well, not a problem exactly. It's just that, to convince you I'm not going to be selfish anymore, I did something. Maybe I should just show you."

He opened his pants and, in the grip of deep shame, dropped them and lowered his shorts. His wife appeared taken aback. She said she didn't understand. He explained that while he was locked, he could only think of her pleasure.

"But dear," she said innocently, "how can you give me pleasure now?"

He swallowed with difficulty and forced himself to say, "I've decided to do what you were asking for. To... perform oral sex... on you."

"Oh!" Her voice was suddenly bright. "You're going to eat my pussy. And not be able to have your own fun. That's so thoughtful, darling. Let's get started right away. I'm sure this is going to be terrific... for both of us."

He wasn't thinking that as she led him to the bedroom. She stood in front of him and ran her hands all over his smooth pink body, saying how much she liked him with no hair anywhere. It got him maddeningly aroused but his poor penis was trapped in that crushing tube. Marlene laid back on the bed and said he should get undressed. He did and then she wanted him to remove her panties, which got him even more stimulated. He was nauseated at what was about to happen. Chris got himself into position, his face directly in front of her mound. He took a deep breath and stuck out his tongue. He could already smell her musk and suddenly he was tasting her distinctive female flavor. He was able to keep himself from whimpering but not from choking a bit. She pressed her thighs against the sides of his face and gave him a few instructions. Soon she was complimenting him on how well he was taking to his new practice.

"Honestly, Chris, you're a natural at this. I'm looking forward to plenty more of what I'm -- OH! -- feeling -- YES! -- right now. But, you know, you can unlock yourself anytime you want and we'll have regular sex. THERE. RIGHT THERE. DON'T STOP WHAT YOU'RE DOING."

As he continued to suck on her clitoris she was launched into a quaking climax. Marlene clamped her thighs against his head, grabbed his hair, and yelled in ecstasy. She bucked her hips several times before settling down. Even then she didn't let go, instead holding him where he was, his lower face against her wetness, so he could lap her through a long descent from the heights. As she at last untensed, he was thinking about her offer. He could have sex anytime he wanted with his stunning bride. All he had to do was unlock himself. Except that Cole held the key.

"It's all right," he told her. "I should keep doing this for you. And not pushing you to do anything for me. At least for a while longer."

"But baby," she wanted to know, "when will you unlock your poor neglected dick?"

"When... uh... the time is right." He pictured his boss looking at him during the work day, while Chris was mostly naked except for maybe a belly shirt and stockings, and Cole had him playing with his own nipples to yet another example of interracial porn. Or maybe even the stuff he had started adding to the video menu recently, which depicted large capable Black men having their way with wimpy white sissies. He added, "However long it takes."

In the days that followed, Cole continued to amp up his abuse of his intimidated employee. He had Nicki buy more items for Chris's sissy wardrobe, including plastic hair bands with bows on top, lacy chokers, more garter belts, and even heels. All of it, along with some selections for herself, was paid for with Chris's credit card. She also selected some items for him on her own. At a dollar store she found a cheap line of cosmetics and picked their most unusual colors. She even spotted some colorless lip balm with flavors like bubble gum, cotton candy, and root beer. He could wear that undetected around the office and while running errands, tasting it the entire time, instructed to freshen it up periodically, as a constant reminder of his lowly and servile, feminized state. She even found some other cute accoutrements for him, like a plastic wristwatch that was decorative but not functional, and a little zipper purse in which he could keep the make-up. When he didn't need to be on the work floor, he might spend hours all dolled up in his office and Cole's.

The boss had been taking more of those early quits but on one Friday he made a point to stay at work. Even announced to Chris, first thing in the morning, that he wouldn't be leaving early. And made a point to mention that he had a special job for 'my little white panty boy' to do at the end of the day. Chris was sent to the men's room to remove his shorts and substitute a panty girdle that was several sizes too small. It held his chastity tube tightly against his perineum and mashed his balls. Worse, the area over each buttock was cut out to separate and exaggerate them. Nicki sidled up alongside him when they were the only two in the break room and fondled his bottom through his trousers.

She chortled and said, "Sure feels nice back there, Christy. Bet you can't wait to find out what Win has planned for you at quitting time. Maybe you better call that hot wife of yours and tell her you're going to be late for dinner." She savored the troubled look on Chris's face. "And tell her that you might not have too much of an appetite, after what you're going to be doing."

That added to his upset. Was Cole going to do something so disturbing that he wouldn't want to eat dinner? Was he going to let another person, besides Nicki, see him as Christy? What else could it be? He had brought a container of yogurt for lunch and sat in a corner of the break room, away from the Black employees. It felt like he was at a ****** dinner and had been consigned to the children's table. Several other workers turned his way and then, when they said something to each other, shared a private laugh. Could they see, through his trousers, how his bottom was reshaped by the undergarment? He tried to enjoy his yogurt but his lips were thickly coated with yet another flavor of lip balm, candy apple, which was sickeningly sweet and had an artificial aftertaste. He was halfway through his modest meal when Nicki came over.

She said, "Getting into practice, I see. Make sure you get that all down, Christy." Then she laughed and walked away. He worried that someone else might have heard her address him by his sissy name.

By the end of the day he was a bundle of nerves. Cole came into his corner office through the adjoining door. He threw something onto Chris's desk.

"Let's go, girl. I want to see you all naked in just this."

By then Chris was accustomed to obeying without question. He began to unbutton his shirt immediately. As he did that he looked at the piece of clothing lying alongside his keyboard. For a moment he wasn't sure what it was but then he realized it was a corset. Red satin, with black lace trim. It was a relief to get out of that panty girdle, but as soon as he began to replace it with the corset, he knew he was in for an even tighter fit. Cole got behind him and snugged up the laces. Then did it some more. Pawed Chris's bare bottom. And put his knee into Chris's lower back for leverage as he tightened still further. His prey felt like he was being split in two. Cole made him turn around slowly and smiled at what he saw.

"Holy crap," the towering man said. "With your waist pulled in, you look more like a girl than ever. Time for you to act more like one, too."

He took something out of the pocket of his suit coat and held it close to Chris's face. It was some sort of small metal ring. He squeezed it and the sides opened up, showing that it's halves each ended in a sharp point. Cole got it directly under Chris's nose, raised it up until the ends were inside his nostrils, and let it's spring mechanism snap shut. The points dug into Chris's septum and he yowled like a scalded cat. When he reflexively tried to remove it, Cole grabbed both his wrists and held them with crushing force. Chris bleated and shook his head. His boss grinned with sadistic satisfaction.

Cole told Chris, "When I let go, you just keep your hands down, girl. Try to take that ring out of your nose, piggy, and you'll get my knee in those little balls of yours. Hard. Understood?"

Chris nodded and Cole let go. As much as he wanted to, Chris didn't raise his hands. He took a few deep breaths to slow down his respiration. His nose burned terribly. His midsection felt like it was in a vise. From the other pocket of his jacket Cole took something long and narrow and flexible. There was a clip on the end which he attached to the nose ring. Chris was shocked to see that he had just been put on a leash, like a dog. When Cole pointed to the floor, Chris dropped to his knees at once. The slightest tug on the leash had Chris moving, following his handler on hands and knees. Cole opened the outer door of the corner office and walked his 'pet' onto the work floor. Chris's eyes darted around but he didn't see anyone there. Then he heard movement from the break room. Nicki appeared, looked at him, and laughed loudly.

She came closer to get a better look. "That is too funny, Win. You got yourself a pet. Can she do any tricks?"

"I'm getting ready to teach her one. I figured first I'd take her for a walk, just to remind the bitch of her place."

"Heh. Mind if I take her once around the block?"

He chuckled. "Sure. Don't want her forgetting that both of us can do whatever we please with her. And so can anybody else I say."

Nicki began to walk and Chris hurried to keep up with her. His eyes locked onto her round swaying bottom. Even in this dreadful situation, his libido asserted itself. Her bulbous ass was so perfect and inviting. His poor disabled penis tried to get hard inside its tight prison. His balls began to ache, as they did so much of the time. His nose hurt, his middle ached, and now his balls throbbed. Nicki moved faster and that made everything worse. He struggled to keep pace as she led him around the large work floor, into a hallway, into the ladies' room where he was made to sniff he floor, and all the way back to their starting point. By the end he was panting and more defeated than ever. His willpower was at an all time ebb.

"Do me a favor," Cole said to Nicki. "Get Christy's lipstick out of her make-up bag and put a load of it on that pretty mouth."

The color was a glossy cherry red. The secretary squatted down and applied a triple coat of it, over top of the lip balm. She was intentionally careless, going past the natural outline of his mouth, making him appear whorish. Cole grinned wolfishly. He took the leash and pulled just enough to start Chris moving toward him. When his living plaything was right before him, Cole paused to admire his smooth hairless skin, pinched in waist, inviting mouth, and especially the look of dawning horror on his face.

Cole said, "That's right, Christy. Time for you to suck your first cock. I'm sure a faggot like you will be glad to start right off with a big piece of meat like I've got. Now get it out of my pants, like you do so well."

He got up on his knees, a doglike stance, and his quivering fingers lowered Cole's fly. He rummaged in his trousers and brought forth that enviable cock. As he touched it, the shaft began to grow. The head enlarged. It was soon at its full impressive dimensions.

"Aw, what's the matter, girl?" Nicki said with feigned sympathy. "Don't you want to do it?"

"N... no. Please. I'm not gay."

"Or maybe you're just in denial about being queer. But how about this? Would you rather kiss me?"

"Yes. Please. I'm straight."

"Sure you are," she said dubiously.

She got down alongside him, curled her fingers around Cole's thick tool, and gave a long kiss to its fat knob, purring while she did it. Then Nicki got back on her feet.

"There you go, Christy. I kissed his bomb head. Now if you kiss it, it'll be like doing it to me but with one degree of separation. Kind of a combination of being straight, like you say you are, and being a fruit, like everybody knows you are."

He stared at the heavy rod aimed toward him. His mouth slowly moved closer. This couldn't be happening. But it was. His lips pressed against the tip and he delivered a kiss, lingering there and moaning, to make it like Nicki's. Cole put his big hands on the sides of Chris's head to keep him in place. Fearful of inciting the Black man's anger, Chris parted his lips and engulfed the business end of Cole's rod. He gave a tentative suck and was answered with his boss's groan of pleasure.

Nicki asked, "You want me to leave, Win?"

"Nah. Stay and watch the wimp get his mouth cherry popped. It's real nice of you to help him 'get right' with his real self. Help him step into the sissy zone."

"Sure. Doing my part to help the homo cocksuckers of the world."

She put a hand on the back of Chris's head and coaxed it forward. His mouth got so full of the head of Cole's cock that he had to breath through his nose. Cole moved his hips in slow motion, forward and back, using Chris's mouth with no regard for how the kneeling subordinate felt. Cole went a bit deeper, touching the back of Chris's throat and provoking a gag reflex. Nicki said that the reaction could be overcome with practice, and recommended that the fellatrix go to a sex shop, buy their biggest black dildo, and rehearse on that every night. Chris, naturally, couldn't say anything. He was too busy sucking. At Cole's instruction he began to use his tongue, swirling it around the corona on the backstrokes and rubbing it on the underside during the unrushed thrusts. Cole had expert control and made the encounter last a full half hour more. Toward the end he was building noticeably toward emptying his balls.

Nicki complimented Chris, "You really got it going on, girl. Sucking like a pro."

In a strained voice the standing man said, "Come on, you little cum dump. Get ready to swallow. Make me shoot my load."

Not knowing what else to do, Chris got both hands on that enormous rod and ran them up and down its considerable length. He didn't want to make Cole spurt, but he also didn't want to have to keep sucking him. It worked. The boss grunted, tensed, and blasted out more than a mouthful of spunk. It coated Chris's tongue and rolled down the back of his throat. Some leaked out around the corners of his mouth. He struggled to keep inhaling and exhaling through his nose, at the same time trying to give a few more sucks and some more tongue action, to assure the powerful man's satisfaction. When Cole was finally done he sighed and unplugged from Chris's face. More cum oozed over the young man's lower lip and dripped from his chin. He felt a blob of it land on his hairless thigh. As he tried to recover from the shock of what had just happened, his employer look down and scowled.

"Hey, Christy. You drooled cream on my nice clean shoes. Both of them. Now how about if you lick your lips, swallow whatever's still in your sissy mouth, and give them a nice shine."

"B... but I don't have anything to polish them with."

Nicki snorted derisively. "Hey, girl. You can clean them with your tongue. And then give them a nice spit shine."

Chris felt worse than ever. He didn't want to perform that demeaning job. But he felt so vulnerable. His only hope was to keep Cole happy and hope the stronger man wouldn't physically hurt him. He mumbled his assent and bent to the task. His tongue came out and he slurped up the first spot of cum. But his chin rubbed against the shoe and made a new deposit. Chris kept licking, collecting and swallowing every dram of semen, along with any dirt that might have stuck to the shiny two-tone shoes. He lapped it up and gulped it down. Then he wet the leather with saliva and used his puckered lips to polish it, on and on. At last both shoes were done. Cole sat and put his feet toes-up.

"As long as you're down there, girl, you might as well get the soles, too."

Close to tears, and with Nicki watching intently, Chris had to run his tongue repeatedly over the bottoms of those size twelves. He sobbed and made strangled sounds and his shoulders shook, until after ten minutes Cole declared the job done. He told Chris to get back into his male clothes and head home.

"And don't rinse your mouth or brush your teeth or anything. If Marlene wants a kiss, just tell her you've had a sore throat and don't want to give her any germs."

After dinner, which was ruined by the mingled tastes of sperm and filth in his mouth, he just wanted to have some down time. But his wife was feeling frisky. She changed into a filmy short nightie and invited him into the bedroom. She had him get completely bare and then, wanting to feel his hairless skin again, ran her hands all over him. That got Chris wildly aroused once more but his chastity turned what should have been pleasure into discomfort. Then she took him to bed and laid on top of him. Marlene played with his nipples and nibbled his ears. He didn't have to use the excuse Cole had given him because she wasn't interested in him kissing her mouth. She had another location in mind.

Marlene got onto her back and said, "I just did all those things to make you feel good, baby. Now you can use your mouth to do the same for me."

He didn't see the equivalency between her getting him distractedly excited without any relief, and him giving her an orgasm, or two, or three. Actually, it turned out to be four. She repaid him with more teasing, acting like he was thrilled by it, even though his level of frustration just kept climbing and his balls ached horribly. Then she rolled over onto her side, facing away from him, and said he should cuddle up behind her. With his disabled crotch against her warm soft bottom, he spent the next hour so flustered that he wanted to weep, while she slept peacefully, tired out by all the climaxes she had been given by his increasingly talented mouth. He felt like he was getting addicted to pleasuring her. It was as if, because he couldn't finish himself, making her do the equivalent was his substitute for sex.

Back in the office the next day, he spent the whole time in just a thong and stay-up stockings. He got some small consolation when Cole didn't demand a repeat blowjob, and then had to leave for another of those special appointments. But that was offset by Nicki coming in to show him a new pair of boots she had purchased with his credit card. They were high and blood red and had three inch block heels that she walked on effortlessly. She paraded around his office, letting him take in the sight of how erotic they looked on her.

She stopped close to him and said, "Go on, Christy. Touch them. I know you want to."

He told himself she was wrong and yet he did want to put his hands on that polished leather. Chris sank down alongside her. It had been too long since he had sexual fulfillment. His urges kept getting redirected, into IR porn, Black-on-sissy porn, being his wife's bed slave, and now those intoxicating boots. He touched them reverently and strange currents ran through his system. It felt so wonderful. He didn't want to stop. Chris brought his face close to them and inhaled the heady scent of leather. He sniffled, upset by his reactions.

"Poor baby," she said with mock sympathy. "Just about anything turns you on now. Win tells me that you're showing enthusiasm for sucking him off. He says you're discovering your inner faggot, that it was there all along, and you just needed someone to bring it out."

"No," he whispered, frightened that it might be true. "I'm straight. I have a wife."

"Whatever. But right now you're less interested in Marlene than you are in my boots. My gleaming, crimson, so-good-to-touch boots. Aren't you?"

"Yes," he confessed. "I am." Chris began to blather on about her footwear. He laid flat on his belly and, between shaky breaths, kissed them, still keeping up his disjointed obsessive talk. She let him ramble on. "Have fun down there, Christy. It's not as good as gobbling Win's tube steak, but you're really getting a pervy thrill from it." She sat down. "Why don't you jam one of those fat heels into your mouth. You can pretend it's a cock."

As if in a trance, he took her suggestion. Chris sucked contentedly. Then he came partway out of his waking dream and took his mouth off the chunky heel. Even then, however, he couldn't stop rhapsodizing about those boots. He went on and on. Having to use his mouth on Cole's shoes might have done something to his mind.

"I'm sorry," he finally said. "I can't stop talking."

She told him, "Don't you worry, boot lover. I want to hear everything you have to say. It makes me smile. Now get that other heel into your mouth and after that you can blab some more about how much you love these boots you paid for."

In the end she made him inch up to her legs on his knees, get his chastity device against the side of one boot, and hump away like a horny dog. It was disgraceful and yet he couldn't regulate himself. He bucked his hips and moaned as his frustration mounted. She reached down to diddle his nipples. He sobbed and worked his pelvis harder, gaining just enough stimulation to make him feel even worse. At last she made him stop.

Being controlled both at work and at home, Chris couldn't regain his mental equilibrium. And with Cole and Nicki telling him so often that he wasn't really hetero, and with sissy IR porn showing up nightly on his home computer, he began to have doubts himself. A whole day of wearing a belly shirt and mini-shorts, along with high-heel sandals, face lightly touched up with cosmetics, can powerfully undermine a guy's masculinity. And giving your boss oral sex several times a week doesn't help. Marlene kept praising Chris for his dedication to reforming his selfish tendencies. She always added lots of teasing to show her appreciation, even though it drove him crazy with desire. And maintaining Cole's shoes, along with Nicki's boots, became a regular event.

Cole also ordered another change in his victim. On a Monday morning he gave Chris the address of a tattoo and piercing parlor and told him to go there, but not until the end of the week. When Chris dared to ask why, his overpowering employer told him that the shop's owner had already been given instructions about what to do.

The Black executive finished with, "They like to get paid in cash so just take a lot of money. And tip heavy."

Of course, Chris suffered emotional agony all week, not knowing what was planned for him. He tried to get an answer out of Nicki but she just kept telling him what MIGHT happen.

"You know, maybe Win wants to mark you as his property. Put a tat of his name on you somewhere. Or else he might think you need some permanent ID. Like some ink that says SISSY or maybe CHRISTY GIRL. It could be anything." She had been so pleased by the concerned look that put on Chris's face that she continued. "They do piercing there, too. Maybe he wants you to have your ears done. Or somewhere to stick some face jewelry. If he's feeling extra mean, he might have them take off your chastity and put a big old ring through the end of your dick. Then get you another model of chastity device that lets the ring hang out, so he can lead you around by your dingus. Or attach it to his desk or wherever when he wants you to stay in one place."

Chris thought that last possibility might be the real one when, around mid-week, the boss was ready to use his mouth again. This time he had Chris dress in cotton panties with cartoon animals printed on them, along with rubber flip-flops that had big plastic flowers attached. He also had Chris apply special eye make-up, drawing vivid outlines around his eyes and adding long lines that radiated from that area, like overdone lashes. Cole approved of the cartoonish look. But when Chris tried to get down on his knees, to possibly lick his boss's shoes -- conservative black ones that day -- and definitely suck him off like a lowly whore would do, Cole stopped him.

"A little change today, white girl. Get under my desk."

The sissified male backed into the kneehole until his rear bumped the modesty board. Cole undid his pants, dropped them to his knees, along with his boxer shorts, and sat down, moving the chair forward and penning his sex pet into his claustrophobic prison. That familiar monster cock was right in front of Chris's face and he didn't have to be told what to do with it. A few licks under the head got it hard. He massaged Cole's big balls and fitted the knob of his cock into his mouth. With his lips stretched into an 'O' he began to suck.

That was when he heard Cole use the intercom and say, "Nicki, would you have Javon come in here, please?"

Chris trembled. What if the young Black man figured out what was going on? He wanted to stop and be as quiet as he could, but Cole reached under the desk and pinched his ear. Like a machine being turned on, Chris resumed sucking, alternating that with licking Cole's scrotum, a move he had permanently added to his repertoire.

"Yes, Sir," he heard Javon say when he came in. From him the words weren't meek and deferential, the way they sounded when Chris spoke them. It was more like two equals were conversing. "What can I do for you, Win?"

"It's more like what I can do for you. See, that white boy we got working for us, Chris, he hasn't been taking care of the accounts he's working back-up on. Seems like his mind is on something else." He took a breath as Chris managed to get a few extra inches of shaft into his mouth and the head into his throat. He had been diligently practicing on that thick black dildo he had been required to buy, though in constant fear that his wife would discover what he was doing. "So what I'm going to do is give you all of his work. And I'm assigning Nicki as your special assistant. Giving her a promotion. Do you figure you two will work well together?"

"With Nicki? No problem." He paused for a beat before asking, "But what's going to happen that shrimp? To Chris? I remember that knockout wife of his from the office party. The upkeep on her can't be cheap."

"Agreed. She is one fine woman. So what I'm going to do is give Nicki's old job to Chris. Make him a male secretary. He's kind of, you know, not too assertive anyway."

"Yeah. Everybody's been talking about how he's maybe gay."

"It does look that way, doesn't it?" Cole concurred as Chris lapped clear pre-cum off the end of his tool. "And we want to be politically correct, so I'm going to keep him on his present salary. But I feel bad for his wife, being married to a questionable guy like that. He might be sneaking around and spending his money on guys he wants. So I'm making arrangements to have his pay deposited directly into a private account with her name only on it. I'm sure Chrissy boy will be glad to sign the papers for that."

"Sounds right. That pretty blond deserves to be taken good care of. I wouldn't mind getting my hands on her."

"Now, Javon," Cole admonished gently. "We mustn't talk like that. She needs our help. And I'm going to do everything I can for her."

Chris had to listen to all that while still lavishing attention on that jawbreaker of a joint. Cole offered Javon a cigar and a glass of whiskey. They relaxed and enjoyed themselves. Chris automatically slowed down so as not to rush his boss. He was becoming proficient at varying his pace to suit the circumstances.

After Javon thanked Cole and departed, the big man said pleasantly to Chris, "All right, Christy. Give my balls some more lapping and then I'll be ready to bust a nut. That's a girl. Think about all that good sissy smut I've been sending you. Keep me in your mouth and thank me for letting you suck my dong. Let's hear it."

He listened to the muffled sounds that were all Chris could make. It was so awful for the unhappy sissy to be robbed of even his ability to speak. Cole made a mental note to make that a regular feature of Chris's debasement. Then he took a sip of whiskey as Chris brought him ever nearer to ejaculating. It was going to be a huge load and he would relish the sounds of his lackey struggling to get it all down.

At home, Chris's domestic nightmare continued. His new fascination with shoes must have been obvious, as Marlene 'rewarded' him by allowing him to buff her shoes, kiss them, and use them to toy with his nipples. She took him shopping and bought herself a pair of tall boots in shiny black leather. Soon he was worshipping them and ineffectually humping them, taking himself to the stratosphere of stimulation, without any satisfaction.

After a few more weeks of that, it started to seem normal for Chris to find himself in mortifying circumstances. For instance, one Friday afternoon he was at work in his office. Cole came in and told him to lose his clothes. The imposing man watched as his defenseless employee removed everything except the panties he had on under his trousers. Chris looked questioningly toward Cole, who pointed toward the floor, indicating that he should drop the panties, too. Once Chris was bare-assed, his boss got very near and walked around him, his long fingers stroking Chris's neck and shoulder, patting his bottom, and then testing his chastity to make sure it was on tight, even though he knew it always was.

Cole said, "Nicki picked some things she thought you'd look good in. They're in your desk's bottom drawer. Put them on, girl."

"Y... yes, Sir."

Chris was hoping for something that would at least cover his essentials, but he wasn't that lucky. What he found was a plastic hair band with an aquamarine bow attached, a narrow choaker in the same color, and matching stockings. As he put them on he couldn't help thinking about how his body hair seemed to have stopped returning. Was he going to be silky all over from then on? After he was dressed, if you could call it that, Cole had him apply yellow eye make-up and gold lipstick, then produced a low wooden box like a shoeshine boy might use. He planted one foot on it and told Chris to give him a nice spit shine. As if programmed -- which he pretty much was by then -- Chris got busy with his tongue and lips, producing lots of saliva for the job. After the second shoe was done, Cole kept his foot up on the box.

"Got something else needs a shine. Give me one of them sloppy-wet knob jobs, Christy. Show me how deep you can take my cock now. You been getting better and better. Can't wait until my balls are right on your smooth chin."

Opening the towering man's fly and freeing his massive member, Chris got busy with his very talented mouth. He licked and sucked and kissed and lapped, all to Cole's satisfaction. He even managed to take him all the way in, which earned him a pat on the head. From long practice, Chris made it last a good long while. His Black boss pulled out until just the head was beyond Chris's lips and then let his spunk shoot. He caught his sissy slightly off guard and plenty escaped his lips, to dribble all over. Cole clipped the ring into Chris's nose and shook his head.

"I don't know, girl. I expect you to swallow better than that."

"S... sorry, Sir."

"You should be. Maybe what I'm going to have to do is put you over my lap and..."

Just then there was a knock on the door of Chris's office. He froze. Cole asked who it was. The kneeling sissy was stunned to hear his wife's voice.

"Hello, Win," she said through the door. "I stopped by to surprise my husband. Thought he and I could go to lunch together."

When Chris tried to move away, Cole gave a hard yank on his leash, sending a jolt of pain through his nose. The big man flashed him a critical look.

Cole said to Marlene, "You'd better come in here, Mrs. Desmond. There's something you need to see." He expertly put his cock back in his pants and zipped up.

As she opened the door, Marlene's pretty eyes went wide. "Oh my!" she said and put her hand on her chest, just above her breathtaking bust. She was all dressed up to go out. "What has my husband done to himself?"

Chris managed to tell her, his voice small and unmanly, "I'm so sorry, dear. I didn't want you to see me this way."

"What way?" she wanted to know. "What kind of freak are you?"

"I'm afraid," Cole explained consolingly, "that the man you married is a... well..."

"A faggot," she blurted out. "A homo. A cock gobbler."

"Yes, and he got himself demoted to secretary. We tried to help him, of course, but as you can see, it didn't work."

She moved close to Cole and put her arms around him, as if for protection from her spouse. "Oh, Win," she murmured, "I feel so betrayed. My husband is a total wuss. A cock sucking fairy."

"Sad but true. I even let him do me, as part of my effort to save him from himself. Thought it might shock him out of it."

"But," Chris meekly protested to his spouse, "if he had me perform, I mean, fellatio on him, doesn't that make Cole...?"

"It doesn't make him gay," Marlene insisted tersely. "It only makes you gay. I'm stuck with a no-dick sissy for a husband. I can't believe what a loser pervert he is." She hugged Cole. "I need a real man. I need someone like Win here."

Cole's foot was still up on the box. His cock had started engorging again already and Chris could see its impressive dimensions pressing out against the Black man's pants. Marlene's hand lightly stroked the top of Cole's thigh. Chris prayed silently that her fingers wouldn't wander any lower. But they did and suddenly she was touching that big piece of meat. Her eyes went to it and, when she saw how stupendous it was, she openly stroked it.

"There," she said with a sly grin. "That's what's been missing from my life."

"Well then," Cole suggested, "how about if I take you to lunch. I mean, sweet Christy here -- that's what she likes to be called now -- has already eaten."

"Obviously," agreed Marlene. "And she had better lick up what's on your shoe... and her stocking top... and the floor."

Chris whimpered, "But honey, if you'd just give me a chance."

"I gave you plenty of chances, wuss. Now I'm going to let a real man have his shot. And considering the weapon he'll be using, I bet his shot will be a hell of a lot better than yours. So it'll be Win taking me to lunch. That's good, because I've got a strong appetite that needs taking care of." She gave his superior cock a squeeze. "I expect to really gorge myself on something special."

Her kneeling husband moaned. She snapped her fingers and pointed to the blobs of cum in the spots she had mentioned. He bent to his distasteful task and licked Cole's shoe, deeply humiliating himself. Then he gathered the spot from his stocking with his finger and licked it up. Finally, Chris had to bring his face to the floor and lap up the bit puddled there. He gave his wife another pitiable look, hoping she would soften her stance, but instead she glowered at him.

"What a total pansy," the sexy woman sneered. "A twisted geek. I mean, wanting to look all femme and needing to swallow cocks and spunk." She embraced Cole lovingly. "I can think of a better place than Christy's throat for that shaft of yours, Win."

"Sounds good, baby. Let's go." He turned his dark face toward Chris and snarled down at him. "And you can just sleep here. In fact..." He took the looped end of the leash and hooked it over the neck of the now empty whiskey bottle on his desk. Then he balanced the stub of his cigar precariously atop the mouth of the bottle. "I know exactly how that butt is positioned. If it's been moved when I get back, you're going to get a nasty face slapping, Christy, and maybe my foot slammed into your balls. So stay right where you are, girl. And don't you dare to take that ring out of your sissy nose. If you do, I will know. Understood?"

"Y... y... yes, Sir."

Cole key-locked the door between offices. He offered his arm to Marlene and she put hers through it. They left and the big man key-locked Chris's door as well.

After they were off the work floor and in the corridor beyond, Marlene said, "That was perfect. The pathetic weakling will be afraid to move at all. He'll have to stay awake all night, for fear of disturbing the bottle and cigar. Will you really remember exactly how that butt is sitting there?"

"I've forgotten already. But Christy doesn't know that. Your failure of a husband is too scared to even try anything."

"And from now on you won't have to leave the office early to go to special appointments. I mean, you won't have to use that excuse when we're getting together. Are you going to tell my idiot husband how long we've been screwing, and how you made plans as soon as you met me to ruin him as a man?"

"Nah. Let him think he had a chance to prevent it. That'll give him one more thing to beat himself up about." He chuckled. "And now we can finish turning him into what we wanted all along. Our very own sissy slave girl."

"And even better, our sissy sex toy."

ONE MONTH LATER.

Cole was lounging in the big recliner that had once been Chris's. He had just caught up on the sports scores on TV.

The Black man called out, "Yo, Christy. Grab me the bottle and a glass and get your sissy ass in here."

Moments later, appearing frightened and anxious to please, Chris appeared. His hair was fuller but still identifiably male and he only had a hint of cosmetics on, mostly blush that gave him a perpetual look of slight embarrassment. On his head was a pillbox hat, yellow with black zebra stripes. He wore a bandeau bra tube top, one meant for a flat-chested girl, in bright orange. Hugging his hips was a black bikini bottom with a thong in the back. Incongruously, he also wore pale pink stockings with a pattern of tiny doves all over them. His feet were encased in shoes with ankle straps and three inch block heels, in a more vivid shade of pink. At least he was no longer kept locked in that hated chastity device. He had Cole's bottle of whiskey and a clean glass on a round, red plastic tray. Chris bent his knees deeply and held out the offering.

Cole snorted derisively, took the bottle, uncapped it, and poured himself two fingers of expensive alcohol. He left his server in that awkward posture for an added minute. Chris was too intimidated to straighten up without permission, which was finally granted by a casual wave of the hand. The serving sissy took two steps back to avoid being intrusive. Cole sipped the fine blend and savored it before swallowing.

"You know," the Black man said, "there are certain tastes that suit specific people. I love a perfectly aged bourbon. And you, sissy, can't get enough of the flavor of my cock. Or my spunk. Or your wife's pussy. Speaking of Marlene, I've been thinking about what she and I should do tonight in bed. I mean, with your participation, of course." Cole liked to adopt a somewhat cultured tone when he was discussing blatantly sexual matters. The contrast between attitude and subject matter amused him. He went on, "I was thinking that it might be amusing to have you get both of us ready for... well, you know... to screw each other's brains out. How does that sound, Christy?"

Because he had no say in the decision, Chris answered with soft-spoken politeness, "That would be perfect, Sir."

"Are you sure? I mean, licking my balls and sucking my bone to get it hard is okay with you? And licking your wife's pussy to get it all juicy for when I jam my cock into it, that's all right with you? Because if it isn't, please just say so."

This was another of Cole's cruel entertainments. They both knew that Chris's only choice was to agree, and to do it with verve.

"Oh, yes Sir. Thank you, Sir. Nothing would make me happier."

"Well, if you say so. I just didn't want to make you jealous, since you aren't allowed to put your mini-dick inside her."

"I... don't mind, Sir." Just to be sure he kept the big man happy, Chris added, "I was never able to satisfy Marlene in bed anyway."

"That's the truth. But now she's got me, who can make her wriggle like a snake and holler out loud. I bet you're real happy for her."

"Oh, I..." (sigh) "... am, Sir."

"Well that's fine, Christy. And what do you think you should be doing while I'm banging her?"

Chris had been thinking about that. Even though it seemed so unnatural, he couldn't control his fascination with his wife's footwear, and even with Cole's large shoes.

In a voice just above a whisper, hoping he wouldn't give away his secret wish, he said, "Maybe I could be buffing your shoes while you and my bride are enjoying each other. That way I wouldn't be just doing nothing. I know you like your shoes to really shine."

"Good idea, Christy. I'm slamming Marlene while you're taking care of my shoes. Maybe I'll even get you a shoeshine kit. You can be our shoeshine sissy."

"Y... yes, Sir." He felt his little penis pulsing inside his bikini bottom.

"Now let's move to the bedroom."

As soon as they were there, Cole had Chris undress him and laid on the bed. Then Marlene came into the room, naked except for stockings that matched Chris's. She got onto the bed, straddled her lover's muscular abdomen, and leaned forward to give him a long kiss. His hands came up and fondled her breasts. The cuckold could only stand there, his stomach burning with envy. Cole told Marlene about the one-sided discussion they'd just had, though he made it sound like Chris had an equal voice in the decisions and stressed that the husband was happy with the results. Marlene grinned at her suffering husband. She gave Cole another deep unrushed kiss. They necked for a while longer, as Chris suffered in silence.

"Well," she finally said, "my pussy tells me it's time to get started." Once the happy couple were side by side, she crooked her finger and wiggled it, signaling Chris to join them. "Why don't you start with Win? You know how I love seeing you with his cock stretching your lips. And hearing your tongue making wet sounds against his balls. Then you can do me before you get busy on those shoes." She chuckled. "Sound like fun?"

"Yes, Ma'am."

"Great," said Cole. "And you can face us while you're buffing. You're so happy when we let you watch."

Poor Chris had to endure prepping them and then witness another of their hour long lovemaking sessions. All the while he was using the soft brush on Cole's expensive shoes, pressing the heal of each shoe against his stiff little pecker and thrilling to the contact. After they were done Chris used his mouth to clean them both up. They made him take his time, all the while questioning him about how he was liking it. Of course, he had to answer that he loved it. What worried him was that he was beginning to believe that at some level it was true.

Then he was granted a special treat. "Go get my high gold boots, Christy," Marlene told him. "The ones with the buckles all down the front. I'm going to let you do something nice with that pink clothspin between your legs. Won't that be special?"

As much as he hated to have to perform in front of them, the idea of being allowed to give himself some pleasure, and to indulge his growing obsession with her boots, overrode his reluctance. He nodded and hurried to the closet to retrieve the footwear. They had him kneel on the foot of the bed so they could view the scene in comfort. Chris was told to pull aside the front of his bikini bottom so he could get his miniature dick against the leather. He hugged one boot to his smooth hairless chest and rubbed his prick against the side of the other, careful not to make contact with the multiple fasteners. His eyelids fluttered and he moaned. Chris used the upper boot to massage his nipples, raising his level of excitement even higher. He spoke without recognizable words, his body rocking slowly forward and back. His conscious mind seemed to recede, leaving him in a dazed condition.

They all realized that this was a turning point. Chris was in some sort of mesmerized state, overtaken by his increasing need to be feminized, to submit, and to be disgraced. Marlene was delighted because she had become devoted to depriving her husband of his masculinity and pride, and his behavior assured her that she was succeeding on a newer and higher level. Cole was satisfied because he knew that now Marlene could never respect her husband at any level, and that controlling the cuckold would keep her lust for her lover at a dizzying peak. Chris was overcome by a feeling like floating, utterly helpless. His mind had been divided previously, into wanting pleasure, but hating that it was accompanied by shame and humiliation. Now he was experiencing something different. He was experiencing both those sensations simultaneously, in ways he had never known before. The two currents were now inextricably linked. Attraction and repulsion were one. And he understood that they would never be separated again. He was hooked.

"Yo, sissy," Cole barked, snapping Chris out of his reverie. "Stop having boot sex. You're getting too big of a thrill out of it. Check that leather and if you got any drips on it, lick them off. Then put the boots back in the closet."

Chris whimpered, "Yes, Sir." Without thinking, he added, "I'm sorry."

"You should be, sissy pervert."

The weak-willed husband reluctantly returned the boots to where he had found them.

Marlene took over with, "We're going to take a nap now. That sex was really intense. You can kneel at the foot of the bed. Breath in the scent of all that screwing we did. But don't fiddle with your dick anymore. We get to come this time but you don't. Just stare at our feet and think about how much you'd like to have your mouth on them. Feel how good that girly stuff you're wearing is against your soft hairless skin. Think about how you're going to keep on wearing goodies like that around this house from now on. And all the games the three of us are going to be playing. When we wake up you can kiss both our asses. That'll give you something to look forward to, to occupy your tiny mind while we sleep."

"Yes, Ma'am," he answered wispily as he slid off the bed and assumed the position she had called for. The idea of kissing their bottoms was somehow exciting. "Whatever you say." And he meant that, literally.

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(Thanks to LAL and other readers who have been going back to my older stories and leaving reviews. I always appreciate that.)