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Harriet's Hamper 
By Rebecca Goldstein (address withheld)

***

A man with a penchant for wearing women's clothes is 
taught a lesson by his female boss. (Fdom/M, cd, v, 
huml)

***

Okay, I admit it. I've got the hots for my boss in a 
big way. Ever since I came to work in Harriet's 
department two years ago, I've fantasized endlessly 
about her sexually. But I always thought it would 
remain just that - a fantasy. 

Harriet's a beautiful woman in her early thirties with 
blonde hair, a lean, curvaceous figure and a 
deliciously tight butt. But Harriet dressed to play 
down and hide her feminine attributes. I guess she felt 
that she wouldn't be taken seriously otherwise. She was 
such a ruthless careerist her staff called her "The 
Barracuda" behind her back. 

Every day Harriet would come to work in drab, neutral-
colored suits and man-tailored "working woman" blouses. 
She went to great lengths to wear frumpy haircuts and 
understated makeup. What a crime, I thought. Didn't 
this woman have ANY Style? 

The answer came one afternoon when I was working in her 
office. As usual, I was working with the database on 
her computer, which she steadfastly refuses to share 
with anyone outside the department. 

Anyway, Harriet works out during lunch and sneaks out 
for a bite later in the afternoon. I was sitting at her 
desk when I kicked something at my feet. When I looked 
down there was her gym bag, wide open with a pair of 
her panties hanging out. 

And what panties they were! Exquisite, expensive Lejaby 
panties made of the loveliest gossamer lace. It excited 
me terribly to think of her wearing such lovely undies 
under her drab clothing! But when I pulled them out to 
take a closer look, the room filled with the dank, 
musky scent of sweaty pussy. 

I couldn't control myself! I took out my cock and 
masturbated furiously while sniffing her delicious 
panties! It was so hot; so perverted; so wicked! 
Jerking off while sniffing the Boss' panties, knowing I 
could be caught any second! 

I was so excited I came almost immediately, spurting my 
hot cum into a Kleenex and tossing it into the waste 
basket. I quickly put Harriet's panties back into the 
gym bag before my luck gave out. 

No sooner had I done so than the door burst open and 
there was Harriet! She growled that the Client was on 
the phone and wanted me to explain the billing to him 
RIGHT NOW!!! If she had not been so preoccupied with 
business she might have caught a whiff of her own pussy 
in the air! I snickered to myself. The close call made 
my stolen erotic moment all the sweeter! 

Harriet was one of those heartless career women who 
lives for her job. She was devious and unscrupulous; a 
major player at the company despite her seemingly 
middle- management status. Everyone saw her as a 
"rising star" and knew she would one day penetrate the 
upper management and perhaps even the Board itself! 
Even the top brass was afraid to mess with her; she 
masterfully played one against the other! 

"The Barracuda," was endlessly demanding and completely 
intolerant of even the slightest mistake. She'd been 
known to fire people for things like misspellings in 
memos and not bringing files quick enough. She 
routinely fired secretaries every other month! 

So when Harriet announced she was having a Christmas 
Party at her palatial house in Westchester, I was none 
too enthusiastic. Just what I needed, to go schlepping 
all the way up there after a brutal work week. 

It was the last thing I wanted to do, but I knew too 
well that this was a "social" event where attendance 
was mandatory! If I blew off the party I would be 
branded as "not a team player." Careers often rise and 
fall on such trivialities! So I sucked it up and took 
the Metro North train out of Grand Central. 

When I got there the party was exactly the way I 
thought - dreadfully boring! All the people hung out in 
their little cliques and exchanged half-hearted 
greetings of the season. Disgusted, I bellied up to the 
bar and ordered up a strong one. I could see I was 
going to need it, but I didn't yet know how much! 
Things looked better after a few drinks. I got 
pleasantly tipsy but not sloppy drunk like I wanted to 
be. Eventually, the drinks caught up with me and I had 
to relieve myself. There was a long line of women by 
the foyer bathroom so I decided to try my luck 
upstairs. 

I found the bathroom, which adjoined the Master 
bedroom. As I was peeing something caught my attention 
in the corner of my eye. I couldn't believe my luck! 
There was a wicker hamper, completely full! Who could 
tell what panty delights it held? 

I was so hard! My cock was throbbing in my pants even 
before I had the hamper lid open. I began digging 
through it, searching for buried panty treasures! 

My search was rewarded with several exquisite items of 
lingerie. Harriet wore lovely, expensive Lejaby and 
Felina undies. I couldn't help but wonder how she could 
be such a cold fish at work and still be so sensual in 
her personal life. Why, I pondered, she might even be a 
real woman outside the office! 

I pulled out a luscious pair of Lejaby bikinis that 
were just filthy! The bathroom filled with their 
delicious aroma as I fished them out of the hamper. I 
almost went off in my pants right then and there as my 
cock throbbed with joy at the sight of them! 

Mmmm, to say these panties were scrumptious would be to 
damn with faint praise! They reeked of pungent pussy 
and piss. The crotch was yellow and discolored, with a 
thick long shit streak across the center. All silky and 
dripping with lace, and best of all they'd nuzzled 
Harriet's luscious vulva the way I wanted to! Oh, how I 
longed to be a pair of her lucky panties! 

Harriet's undies were a panty fetishist's wet dream! 
Before I could even stop myself I put the cover down on 
the commode and pulled my pants down around my ankles. 
I pulled the filthy panty treats snugly over my face 
with the yellow piss stain tightly over my flaring 
nostrils. I was transfixed by the heavenly aroma of 
Harriet's secretions; excited to the point of madness! 

I took two more of her sinfully silky panties and began 
rubbing them over my raging erection. I began jerking 
madly and the lacy lovelies glided effortlessly over my 
throbbing cock. The lace and ruffles scratched 
sensuously against my glans and I knew I was seconds 
away from coming! 

Suddenly the door burst open and I realized too late 
that I'd forgotten to lock it! As my rotten luck would 
have it, there was Harriet standing there. My erection 
wilted and I prepared myself for the worst. My boss had 
caught me red- handed doing naughty things with her 
panties! 

Harriet stood transfixed. Her eyes narrowed into the 
piercing look she gives you just before you get 
shredded. I'd seen it given to people who displeased 
her several times, and it always meant unemployment! 
"What the hell do you think you're doing," she snarled 
through clenched teeth. 

I sputtered and stammered but no intelligible words 
came out of my mouth! How could I possibly explain 
myself in my present position? Harriet had me dead to 
rights! Or was it just plain dead? 

Harriet didn't wait for an answer. "Stay right here 
until I come back," she growled. 

I was miserable! Caught red-handed by the Boss... in 
her bathroom fondling her panties! She was so fond of 
humiliating people who angered her. Would she tell 
everyone at the party and then make me face them? Hell, 
I would have considered myself lucky just o get fired! 
My mind raced as I cursed my luck and imagined all the 
terrible things she might do to me! 

Eventually, Harriet came back. I was about to fall to 
my knees and beg her forgiveness, hoping a display of 
shameless groveling might move her. 

Harriet held a pair of big pink briefs in her hand. 
"So! You like panties, do you? You disgusting little 
pervert, now I know who's been rifling my gym bag too! 
It was you, wasn't it?" 

I hung my head and nodded. I thought she might go 
easier on me if I came clean. 

"I thought so. Now, listen closely, you disgusting 
little shit. You will do exactly as I tell you, or 
getting fired will be the least of your problems! Don't 
think you're getting away scot free. Oh, no!" 

She tossed me the pink panties she was holding. "You 
will take off your pants and put these on. Then you 
will leave your male briefs in my hamper so I know 
you've got them on. You will remain at the party after 
everyone goes home. Then I'll punish you properly, in a 
manner befitting your crime!" 

The next two hours seemed to drag on like years! I 
tried to drink and be somewhat sociable with the other 
guests, but all the time I had this feeling of dread 
over what Harriet had in store for me. She was so 
ruthless and had such a cruel streak! 

But in spite of myself my body betrayed me as I kept 
getting huge erections from my cock sliding back and 
forth in the sensuous, silky panties I was wearing. 
Several times I was compelled to stand behind the bar 
or stay seated until the unsightly bulge subsided in my 
pants. 

Eventually, the party began to break up and people 
started home. I lingered in the kitchen so I'd be 
inconspicuous. Eventually after the last guest had 
left, Harriet came in and gave the caterers final 
instructions for clean-up. 

With that out of the way, Harriet turned her attention 
to me. I was instructed to return to the "scene of the 
crime," the upstairs bathroom. 

I waited in silence, expecting the worst. She was going 
to humiliate me thoroughly then fire me, I just knew 
it! This was going to be some Christmas, on the 
Unemployment Line! 

Harriet strutted in the room like the cat who swallowed 
the canary. In her hands she held lingerie that matched 
the pink panties I was wearing. She dangled each item 
before tossing it to me: a pink garter belt; pink 
stockings; pink bra, camisole, slip and finally a pair 
of pink high heels. 

She glowered at me. "Put them on; they'll go with your 
little panties!" 

I tried to protest. "But... but..." 

"Put them on or getting fired will be the least of your 
problems!" With that, she turned and exited the 
bathroom. 

Knowing I had no choice, I donned the lingerie. I felt 
a strange mixture of fear and excitement as I slipped 
each silky, sensual item over my body. In spite of my 
predicament - or perhaps because of it - my cock 
stiffened into a huge erection that tented out the 
front of my slip with a telltale bulge that was 
unmistakable! 

"OKAY PERVERT, ON YOUR KNEES!" a voice from the next 
room commanded. I knelt down on the cold tile floor and 
became aware of a slight draft along the base of the 
sink as it blew against my legs, which were covered 
only by the sheerest nylon. 

Harriet came in and strutted around me, snickering 
softly. Then as she was behind me she suddenly seized 
my hands and cuffed them behind my back! "Now you're 
all mine, you panty sniffing jerkoff!" With that, she 
walked out of the bathroom. 

Suddenly I heard the sound of women giggling. Harriet 
entered the room once again, followed by Charlene, a 
woman I work closely with in my Creative Group and 
Lisa, my Secretary! I was livid! The humiliation of 
letting them see me like this! Handcuffed and helpless 
in lingerie on Harriet's bathroom floor! How could I 
ever show my face at work again? 

"Oh Harriet, you're right! He does look adorable in 
Pink," chuckled Charlene as she stood cavalierly over 
me. 

"He looks simply scrumptious," snorted Lisa. 

"I found the little shit fondling my underwear. Caught 
him red-handed with my panties over his face and 
jerking off with another pair!" 

"Oooh, naughty, naughty," giggled Lisa. 

"What a disgusting little pervert," snarled Charlene. 

"Go over to the mirror and see how ridiculous... er, 
adorable you look," sneered Harriet. "You probably 
think you look pretty, don't you? Well?" 

"I..." 

"SHUT UP, YOU BITCH! Wait till we get through with you. 
You'll wish I had just fired you and had done with it!" 

"He looks pretty, but he needs some work yet," said 
Harriet. "I'll fix it!" She led me into the bedroom 
where she sat me down at her vanity table and turned me 
towards her, facing away from the mirror. Then, she 
covered my face liberally with perfumed cosmetics. 
Coverup, base, blush, eyeliner, mascara, even eyebrow 
wax! 

Harriet looked me up and down and said, "You still need 
something... and I have just the thing!" She went into 
the closet and returned with a big bouffant blonde wig. 
She placed it on my head and brushed it a little as 
Charlene and Lisa stood and giggled. "Perfect," 
chuckled Lisa. 

Harriet walked into the hallway and returned with a 
Polaroid Camera. She quickly raised it and said, "Smile 
sissy!" Then she snapped two quick shots and let them 
drop to the floor. 

Then, I was forcibly raised from my seat at the vanity 
table and placed down on my knees. Charlene pushed me 
down and I was helpless to do anything but kneel 
prostrate with my face pressing into the deep shag pile 
with my hands still cuffed behind my back. I was 
commanded to maintain this position, terribly 
uncomfortable as it was! 

A pair of shoes appeared in front of me. They were 
slutty looking black patent heels that belonged to 
Lisa, my secretary. No one else wore heels like that. 
"Now sissy," she sneered, "you may shine my shoes with 
your tongue! You've probably always wanted to and even 
if you didn't you will anyway. Now, get busy!" 

I hesitated slightly, and felt a sharp jab in my left 
buttock. Then I heard Charlene spit, "get to work, 
slut! Lick her shoes before I give as a whole new 
meaning to the phrase 'spike heels!'" I quickly 
complied as she dug her heel painfully deeper into my 
flesh. Suddenly I saw two bright flashes and heard two 
more Polaroids grind out of Harriet's camera. 

I lapped on Lisa's shoes for what seemed like a long 
time as she presented her toes, heels and soles for 
oral cleaning. My mouth tasted like I'd eaten a mud 
pie, but I had no time to dwell on it as I was quickly 
yanked back up on my knees. 

"Now look what I have for you sissy," snickered Harriet 
as she brandished a wooden paddle with Greek letters 
carved in it. It was a wicked-looking thing, I thought. 
It was thirty inches long and ten inches wide at the 
bottom with a tapered handle complete with a rubber 
grip. "I haven't used this since my sorority days, but 
everything comes in handy if you hold on to it long 
enough. I used to be quite good with this! Now! Face on 
the carpet, sissy!" 

THUD! The paddle sent a dull ache through my buttocks 
as Harriet muscled it against my backside. THUD! THUD! 
THUD! "You disgusting little pervert," Harriet growled, 
"I'll teach you to try and fondle MY underwear!" THUD! 

I was helpless to resist whatever degradations these 
women had in store for me as I was prostrate on the 
floor in my little pink lingerie, hands cuffed behind 
my back. 

Harriet paddled me a few more times, but soon tired of 
it and handed the paddle to someone with much more 
motivation - my secretary Lisa! 

"Okay sissy, it's PAY BACK TIME!" Lisa snickered 
gleefully as she spit on her hands to get a good grip 
on the paddle. She was about to live out every 
secretary's fantasy - to paddle her Boss for being such 
a pain in the ass and giving HIM a pain in the ass! 

Lisa began paddling me across the backside, punctuating 
each blow with a particular complaint. 

"This is for making me stay late last Friday night when 
I had a date!" THUD! 

"This is for making me retype the Campbell presentation 
fourteen times!" THUD! 

"This is for always misplacing my files!" THUD! 

"...And THIS is for making me get you coffee all the 
time... it's so degrading!" THUD! THUD! THUD! 

Waves of pain ran up and down my spine as Lisa 
continued paddling my tormented buttocks. My ass had 
long since become numb and despite everything I found 
myself excited by my predicament; helpless to resist 
the punishment of these women. I was bound in lingerie, 
being paddled and I had a huge hard-on! 

Finally, mercifully, Lisa tired of paddling me. Just as 
she did Charlene re-entered the room. When asked if 
she'd like to paddle me too, Charlene replied she had a 
better idea. 

Suddenly I was pulled back upright on my knees, where 
Charlene was standing with her hands on her hips in a 
haughty position. Dressed only in heels and a beige 
bra, she dangled a pair of delightfully lacy beige 
panties in my face. 

I could see the crotch was darkened with moisture, but 
then she lowered the panty and let it rest on my cheek. 
From the warm wetness that dribbled down my face I had 
a good idea what Charlene had done in her panties! 

But I had little time to ponder or protest. I was 
seized from behind by my hair and the dripping panties 
were lowered into my mouth. "Now! Suck my piss!" 
Charlene was reveling in my utter degradation. "You're 
the one who likes to suck on panties, so you can suck 
every last drop of piss from mine!" 

All I could hear was the slurping as I sucked 
Charlene's warm yellow fluid out of her panties. The 
warm liquid trickled down my throat and the pungent 
fabric clung to my face as my lips encircled the white 
cotton crotch, now colored yellow. 

And I loved it! Dear Reader, I was humiliated, 
degraded... and I loved every second of it! My cock 
throbbed in my panties even as my lips puckered from 
the bitter taste of Charlene's urine. 

Suddenly the room lit up again as Harriet snapped a few 
more Polaroids and let them fall to the floor. I should 
have been worried about them, but I was too busy 
sucking every single drop of yellow nectar from 
Charlene's pissed-in panties. 

Eventually the ladies tired of watching me suck 
Charlene's panties and I was pushed down on my back 
with my hands still cuffed behind my back. I writhed 
uncomfortably on the floor, trying to find a less 
agonizing position as my arms were crushed under the 
weight of my own body. But soon even that would seem 
like pleasure! 

Harriet unceremoniously lifted her skirt and straddled 
my face, roughly lowering herself over my mouth. The 
sheer white crotch of her gossamer panties was now 
pressed tightly against my face as she began rubbing 
her pelvis against my mouth. 

"Well Sissy, what are you waiting for?" Harriet sneered 
gleefully as she pulled her panty crotch to one side 
and exposed the pert yellow tuft of her blonde pubis. 
"Isn't this what you want, always lusted after? Isn't 
this what you dream about when you sniff my panties? 
Isn't it? ISN'T IT?" 

"Harriet, I..." I sputtered. 

WHAP! Harriet reached down and slapped my face sharply. 
"YOU WILL ADDRESS ME AS MISTRESS HARRIET! YOU PATHETIC 
LITTLE PANTY SUCKER! YOU NEEDLE DICKED LITTLE SISSY! 
GOT THAT?" 

"Yes, Mistress Harriet..." 

"That's better. Now shut up and suck me through my 
panties!" 

"Yes Mist... ULPFFFF!" My mouth was suddenly stuffed 
with Harriet's womanhood. She roughly ground it into my 
face as she demanded I suck her. Her panty crotch got 
caught between my teeth several times, and she just 
laughed and ground her sex into my face without the 
slightest regard for my comfort or need to breathe. 

My tongue was soon raw and my jaw ached. Worse than 
that, my arms were still bound behind my back and were 
being painfully crushed, by my own weight and now 
Harriet's as well! But Harriet took no pity at all and 
merely held her pussy lips apart as I darted my tongue 
in and out as she shouted out curt commands! 

Harriet was really getting off on this. She was wild-
eyed as she pressed her mons into my face with all the 
strength she could muster in her pelvis. "Now you pussy 
faced little sissy... suck on my panties NOW... while 
I'm still WEARING them!" 

The torment seemed to go on forever! Yet for all the 
abject humiliation and pain, there was something very 
exciting about being at the mercy of these three 
ruthless women. Yes, not the least of which was being 
pressed up against my face. 

Knowing the only way out was to bring Harriet to 
climax; I gave her a spirited sucking as best I could 
with my hands cuffed behind my back. Eventually she 
came and got up from on top of my face. 

But when she finally got up and I was helped to my 
feet, it became obvious straight away that the torture 
was not over. Charlene and Lisa waited with eager 
appetites, already whetted by watching me service 
Harriet with my tongue. Charlene sat on the sofa with 
her panties already off and her legs spread, laughing. 

"Oh you ARE a sight!" She laughed as Harriet snapped 
another Polaroid and threw it on the floor in front of 
me. My makeup was a total mess and my wig was matted 
with moisture from her drooling sex. 

Mercifully, I was allowed to kneel and suck Charlene to 
climax and then Lisa as well. When I was finished, my 
mouth and jaw ached as never before! But they still 
weren't through with me! 

I was then taken to the basement, where Harriet had a 
fully equipped dungeon! I was quickly strapped to a 
bondage horse as Harriet brandished a cat-o-nine-tails 
with great relish. "I'm really enjoying myself," she 
sneered. "I just might have to keep you here all 
weekend." 

I had meanwhile lost all track of time. How long HAD I 
been here? Hours? Days? My senses no longer could be 
trusted. But there were new tortures to be endured. 
Charlene tied a slip knot of nylon twine around my 
scrotum above my balls, which was attached to a weight 
of some kind (I couldn't see) that painfully pulled my 
balls towards the floor. My nipples were clamped in a 
similarly agonizing fashion; weighted towards the 
floor. 

Again there were more Polaroids left to develop in 
front of me to underscore my helplessness. When I 
looked up, there was Charlene standing in front of me 
brandishing a big, black strap-on dildo. It was a good 
twelve inches long and much thicker than a real cock. 

Charlene stroked the big black appliance and sneered, 
"Do you think he'll take it up his ass?" 

"Oh Charlene," giggled Lisa. "I don't know but you'll 
have a hell of a time trying!" 

"No, I want first crack!" Harriet's voice called out 
from behind me as I felt cold rubber prodding between 
my upturned buttocks. "I'm going to give this little 
sissy faggot a fucking he'll never forget!" 

Suddenly I felt a hand working lubricant into my 
asshole and gently stretching it. First it was one 
finger... then two... then three. Before I knew it was 
stretched wide open and the dildo's penetration was 
only mildly agonizing! 

I felt Harriet's frilly garters sliding up against the 
back of my thigh as she inched the dildo deeper and 
deeper inside me. Then, as she loosened me up she began 
administering a spirited fucking as the dildo seemed to 
come alive inside me. I marveled at the condition of 
her abdominals as she seemed to go on fucking my sissy 
ass forever, to the vociferous delight of her two 
spectators, who took more Polaroids. 

Finally, Harriet gave out and removed her dildo from my 
ass. But then Charlene scurried behind me and took a 
turn at me as Harriet pressed the filthy dildo up 
against my lips. "Now this is a fitting punishment for 
fondling my panties," laughed Harriet. "I get to fuck 
you up the ass with a big dildo and now you're going to 
lick your own shit off of it!" 

"But Harriet," I tried to protest. But before another 
word could come out she had the dildo in my mouth and 
was proceeding to gag me with it. "Yes, clean my dildo, 
sissy! Suck your poo-poo off it like a good little 
sissy!" Charlene was still ramming her dildo up my ass 
but I was already so loose and lubricated that is was 
actually pleasurable! 

And in spite of all the humiliation, it happened. Yes 
Dear Reader, there I was strapped to the bondage horse 
spread- eagled. Charlene was fucking my ass for all she 
was worth, as my weighted balls were tormented as the 
pendulum swung forward and back. Harriet was forcing 
the fouled dildo into my mouth, treating me to a snack 
of K-Y and my own excrement, and Lisa was pulling at 
the cords attached to my nipple clamps. 

Yes Dear Reader, in spite of everything I got a 
terrible erection. The more I tried to control it, the 
more I tried to get it out of my mind, the more 
uncontrollable it became. The pain, the terrible pain 
and humiliation was too much...exquisite pain! In spite 
of everything I came, spurting my sissy cream all over 
the tile floor!" 

"Well, it seems our sissy is enjoying himself!" Harriet 
reached for the riding crop and proceeded to mark it 
vigorously with many welts. When she finished I was 
released from the bondage horse and led into the guest 
bedroom, where I promptly collapsed and fell asleep. 

When I awoke I was still dressed in my lingerie. My 
male clothes were on a hanger on the back of the door 
and there was a brown paper bag. Inside was a set of 
Polaroids from the previous night's torment, and a pair 
of Harriet's most delicious panties. With these items 
was a note. It read: 

Dear Sissy: 

We hope you've learned your lesson about stealing 
women's underpants for your own carnal satisfaction. In 
the bag you will find some Polaroids to remind you what 
kind of punishment you'll receive if we ever hear about 
womens' panties disappearing at the office again. We've 
gone off for brunch. Please have the good taste not to 
be there when we return. You will report to work as 
usual on Monday. 

The bright morning light hurt my eyes as I took the 
Metro North train home to Grand Central. I had to stand 
because my buttocks were so sore. Every muscle in my 
body ached from the torment I'd suffered the night 
before. But in spite of everything I'd been through, 
the first thing I would do when I got home was to get 
off with panties from Harriet's Hamper. 

END

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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life.

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