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From: "Rajah Dodger" <rajahdodger@gmail.com>
Subject: {ASSM} Male Secretary, by Rajah Dodger [FFm femdom]
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Date: Tue, 13 Jun 2006 11:10:04 -0400
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     Male Secretary, by Rajah Dodger <rdodger@hotmail.com>, Copyright (c)
1993.  All rights reserved, except that electronic not-for-profit
reproduction rights only are explicitly granted with the stipulation that
this authorship and permission note must remain attached.



     Jeff had not done a bang-up job on the Crenshaw report.  In fact, old
Mr. Crenshaw had raked Jeff's boss, Charla, over the coals for the report,
and she was ready to bite nails when she called Jeff into her office.  Charla
told him in no uncertain terms to shape up or get the hell out.  He nodded
in agreement, but it was obvious he wasn't particularly concerned. The next
day she called him back into her office.  "Sign this, Jeff, it's an
amendment to your employment contract," she told him. Jeff looked it over
quickly, noting some wording about "employer satisfaction" and "specific
instructions", and scrawled his signature at the bottom.  Charla took the
original, tossed him his copy, then laid down the law.  Jeff's jaw dropped
further and further down as he listened.



     "Okay, you putrid little self-centered worm, here's the rules of the
road from now on.  First, no more long lunches for you.  If you want to
leave for lunch, you'll get my approval first."  With this she opened a desk
drawer, pulled out a small pair of panties and a pastel green skirt, and
tossed them into Jeff's lap.  "That is, unless you really want the guys at
Ken's Hot Dog Heaven to get a good look at your legs.  That's right, Jeff.  Put
these on, as of now that's the dress code for your position according to
Clause 12C of the contract you signed."



     Jeff looked frantically through the paper until he found the clause --
to his horror he realized that the wording gave her the right to specify
every single piece of clothing that he wore at the office.  He looked toward
her office door, then back at the skirt, then back at his boss.  She gave
him a cold smile and he realized she meant for him to change right in front
of her. "Here?  Now?" he squeaked.  "Right now," she growled, "and I don't
like delays!"  Jeff sat down and took off his shoes, then unzipped his pants
and let them fall to the floor.  He folded them and put them on the chair,
then took another hesitant look at Charla before picking up the panties.



     Jeff turned his back to his boss as he lifted one leg to put the
panties on, his body burning with embarrassment.  That feeling increased
when Charla reached over and fondled his ass.  He stopped moving in shock,
acutely aware of her hand on his ass, her nails grazing his asshole.  She
squeezed his hind cheek once, hard, then patted him and told him "Nice ass
-- move it a little faster, though."  Jeff quickly pulled the panties on,
shoving his slowly growing cock down to fit in the front of the thin
material.  Now came the skirt, and he tugged the unfamiliar garment around
his waist as he gulped and turned around to face his boss.  He was more
nervous than he could ever remember.



     Charla looked long and hard at him, making a pointed face at the lump
in the front of his skirt.  "Not great," she commented, "but then again you
aren't strutting your stuff at the Kozy Kitten Klub -- at least not yet."  She
laid the law down firmly.  "All right, sweet cheeks, if you like getting a
paycheck here's how you'll do it from now on.  Every morning you come into
my office and find your outfit for the day.  You put that on and leave your
other clothes in here.  I've got a private door connecting our offices so
you don't have to go through the outer office -- that is, unless you really
*like* the way you look.  Understood so far?" Jeff nodded glumly.



     "Pay attention, prick, there's more," she commanded.  "You're free to
come and go as you like, but your 'guy' clothes stay in my office until I
tell you to put them back on.  If I need something done in here you jump,
and that means you work for anyone else I have in here.  Got that?"  Jeff
shook his head in agreement, and Charla's mouth curled in something that
could almost have been a smile.  "All right, get out of here, I can smell
you a mile away -- tomorrow you better wash yourself better or you'll have
to start buying the panties!"



     Jeff went back to his desk, the skirt constantly brushing the backs of
his legs as a reminder of his position.  Once he sat down, he was able to
put the weirdness of his position out of his mind and concentrate on his
work.  While he was rewriting the report, adding some of the details that
old man Crenshaw had gotten mad about, one of Charla's secretaries came into
his office.  He nodded at her as she put some papers on his desk, and
watched her from the corner of his eye as she bent over to get some
materials from a file cabinet on the wall.  She had a nice-looking ass, and
Jeff's erection came back as she rummaged in the files. He looked away
quickly when she straightened up and came toward his desk.



     "Ms. Carmichael says you've got some matters that need extra
attention," the woman told him as she came around the desk to look over his
shoulder.  Jeff thought it was nice of his boss to send him some help, but
his pleasure turned to surprise when she knelt by his chair and reached
around to rub his cock under the skirt.  Jeff started to stammer an
objection, but the secretary told him "Now, now, we wouldn't want to go
against the boss's orders, would we?"  He swallowed hard at that, and she
continued, "Why don't you go ahead with what you were doing while I take
care of this for you."  Jeff leaned forward and attempted to focus on his
report, but it was terribly difficult as the woman reached into his panties
and started playing with his cock with one hand while rubbing his balls with
the other.  He found himself breathing hard, but as he started rising toward
an explosion she squeezed the base of his cock and held it until the feeling
went away.



     Jeff's productivity went from marginal to zero as she continued to toy
with him, bringing him to the verge of cumming three more times before his
intercom rang.  It was his boss, and she wanted to see him now.  "And bring
Marlyn with you," she added. Jeff tried vainly to get his erection to go
down when he stood up, but his overstimulated cock was so sensitive he was
afraid touching it himself might cause a mess, and he felt sure Charla would
not approve.  When he and Marlyn went into Charla's office, she took one
look at him and a stern grimace came over her face.  "Just look at you,
Jeff.  What kind of image is that for a professional?"  She glared at his
offending hard-on.  "It looks to me like you need some lessons in how
serious I am about work here," she continued.  "Drop your skirt and lean
your hands against the wall."  Jeff looked vainly at Marlyn, who just gazed
at him coolly.  With no help from that quarter, he pulled his skirt down,
stepped out of it, and placed his hands against the wall.



     When her palm hit his ass, Jeff yelped loudly.  He couldn't help
it.  Charla
swatted him again, hard slaps alternating from side to side, the flimsy
panties no protection against the pain. Unfortunately, his erection didn't
seem to care -- the more his ass burned, the harder his cock became, until
it was poking obviously out of the top of the panties.  "Well, Jeff," Charla
said when she saw his state, "I guess that wasn't the right lesson for you.
Get down on your back -- and take off those panties before you mess them
up!"  Jeff hurried to obey, squirming at the feel of the rough carpet on his
abused ass.



     His boss stood over him, revealing to his anxious eyes that she wore no
panties under her skirt.  "The first thing we need to do is get rid of that
distraction," she told him, "and while I take care of that, you can take
care of Marlyn here.  Jeff quit staring up Charla's legs long enough to
realize that the secretary had hiked up her skirt and pulled off her
panties, and before he could protest she knelt over him and pressed her damp
cunt over his mouth and nose.  He jerked his head from side to side until
she let up the pressure enough for him to breathe. "Do me good, prick!" she
snarled at him, and started rubbing herself over his nose.  Jeff stuck out
his tongue and started licking, as he felt a hand grab his cock and toy
roughly with his balls.  He heard his boss say "Now we'll see if this is
worth what we're paying you," and gasped as she shoved his prick inside her.



     He started to enjoy the feeling -- so tight, so slick, until Marlyn
grabbed him by the ears to remind him of his other duty. He probed her pussy
as she quit sliding around on his face, tasting her tart juices and reaching
around with a free hand to find her prominent clit.  She started wiggling as
he rubbed it, her juices running down his cheeks.  Charla scraped her nails
around his balls as he felt her hot cunt squeezing around his shaft.  She
was moving torturously slowly, but Marlyn's demands on his attention kept
him from being able to thrust his hips the way he needed to.



     He worked his tongue harder than he ever had worked with his few
girlfriends, but Marlyn only shook harder as she squeezed his head between
her thighs.  Meanwhile, his boss had taken him to the edge of orgasm three
or four times, stopping suddenly and squeezing the base of his cock, before
she finally had her orgasm.  She came in spasms so strong that they actually
hurt his cock inside her, and just at that moment Marlyn finally came,
giving his tongue some relief.  He started to thrust his hips up, but found
himself pumping against air as his boss quickly got off his cock, leaving it
wet and sticking up in the air.  As Marlyn joined her, she told Jeff sternly
to put his clothes back on and go finish his work.  Somehow he managed to
tuck his hard, sensitive prick back into the panties and walk stiff-legged
back into his office.  He heard the muted sounds of laughter from the door
behind him.



***** {END} ***** Completed 1993, 1779 words



Copyright (c) 1993 Rajah Dodger (rdodger@hotmail.com)
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