Secretary's Revenge

by Cindy V.

Fem dom, TV, humiliation

"Here's your bonus check, boss."

That was Nancy, my beautiful secretary, handing me an envelope with my check. Long, silky blonde hair. A wonderful face and body. She would selectively accentuate one part of her body at a time. Sometimes she would wear a short dress and heels to call attention to her long and perfectly proportioned legs. Other times she would hide those gorgeous legs beneath an ankle length skirt, but her blouse might be just low cut enough to hint at her beautiful breasts. She would do the same thing with her makeup. One day she might wear colored mascara and do her eye shadow in several elaborate colors, focusing your attention on her mischievous blue eyes. Another day she might wear next to no eye makeup at all, but instead perfectly outline her full lips and color them with a serious red brown lipstick that would make you think of her luscious lips all day.

I took the bonus check from Nancy and tried to forget about her rapturous beauty for a moment. The bonus check! I had worked my butt off in December for the company. I work in an obscure area of financial business where about 90% of our sales are made in December. I was in the office early and stayed late one or two nights a week. I brought work home. Two weekends in a row I came to work both Saturday and Sunday. At least I had this bonus check as a reward for my hard work. I had forgotten about the bonus, and it was a nice surprise at the end of the workday as I got up to leave for the day.

Nancy was still standing there with her hands on her hips and an icy glare in her eyes.

"Yes?" I asked her.

"Uh, boss," she said in her sweet as sugar voice, that usually meant I was in trouble with her. "I know you worked pretty hard in December, and I don't doubt that you deserve this bonus. But I worked pretty hard too. And you were pretty grouchy and demanding all month. Where is my bonus?," she asked.

"Now Nancy," I tried to calm her down in my fatherly voice. "You did get overtime pay when you stayed late. And I tried to get management to give you a bonus, but this was not a great year for us and they are only giving them to officers this year."

"Sorry boss, that won't cut it. I checked with Deanna in the Finance department. First, other bosses did request bonuses for their secretaries and technical assistants, and they were approved. And second, you never put in for a bonus for Betty or me."

Damn, I hate it when Nancy has her facts straight. Obviously I had made a mistake, thinking Nancy would never find out about the bonuses. Suddenly, as if on cue, Betty appeared at my office door to hear this. Betty is the department's TA, or technical assistant. Betty is a wiz with spreadsheets, and she also worked hard this December getting each piece of business priced and accounted for. Betty is short, maybe 5'2". Long black hair that sometimes flows freely and other times is coifed and lacquered atop her head in an elaborate hairstyle. She has enormous brown eyes and eyelashes that she can innocently bat behind too much mascara. Not the greatest figure, but she wears tight dresses and high heels, and she has the most wonderful wiggle that displays her cute ass. Not a classic beauty, but Betty makes the most of her assets and is undeniably one of the sexiest women in the office.

Then Nancy boldly came up to me and put my arms around her neck. She pressed her breasts against my chest and put her face very close to mine. I inhaled her perfume, and it was a strong sexy floral scent that I could not recognize. "Didn't you think we deserved bonuses too?," she asked, and before giving me a chance to respond she kissed me. She firmly pushed her tongue past my lips, and she was giving me one passionate kiss. I closed my eyes and enjoyed the kiss.

That was my second mistake. Suddenly I felt something being tied around my wrists. My arms were around Nancy's neck, and Nancy held me tightly as she kissed me, not letting go of me with her lips or with her hands which held me tightly around my waist. I opened my eyes from the kiss to see Betty wrapping my wrists in velcro. The velcro did not seem very strong, but I could not get loose. Meanwhile Nancy would not let me loose either. Then Betty took a Polaroid picture of Nancy and me embracing. My mind flashed as I imagined what sort of trouble I could get into in the company for kissing my secretary. How would I explain it? I remembered a Seinfeld episode where George is confronted by his boss with having had sex with the cleaning woman, and all George can come up with is innocently asking, "Was that wrong?" Yeah, they would believe that.

Betty ran out with the Polaroid camera. Nancy broke off the kiss. I struggled with the velcro around my wrists and could feel my face turning red I sneered at her, "Do you know what you're doing? I could fire you for this!"

Nancy calmly lifted my chin with one hand and then sharply smacked my cheek with her other hand. I was defenseless to stop her. "I don't think so, boss. Do you know what Betty is doing now? She is taking that Polaroid of you kissing me, scanning the picture into a computer file, and then e-mailing it to her online account at home. She and I will have to decide whether to use it for a sexual harassment lawsuit, or just to make a web page out of it.

As the pain of her slap and of her words sunk in, I realized I was in deep trouble with these women. Betty came back to my office, shut the door and locked it. "Everything OK?" Nancy asked her. "Yes," Betty replied. "The photo came out very clear, and it's on its way to my online account. When I get home tonight I'll just edit out the velcro handcuffs, and no one will ever know they were there." Betty put the camera down on a chair.

Obviously she was going to take more pictures. I wondered why she also had a shopping bag.

I knew I was getting further ensconced in their web. They had me physically and they had me psychologically, and they could do what they wished. "What are you going to do?" I asked nervously.

Nancy slapped me sharply on the cheek. "When I want to hear your pathetic voice, I'll tell you," she snapped at me. Meanwhile Betty took a long piece of rope from the shopping bag and was tossing it over the light fixture in the ceiling. She got it over, and tied one end of the rope to my velcro cuffed wrists. She pulled the other end of the rope tautly, causing my hands to rise over my head. She pulled a little more, and now I was standing on my toes. She tied her end of the rope to the closet door knob.

"I don't know if the ceiling fixture can support your weight if you struggle," Nancy said to me. "But if you struggle and the fixture comes down, it is going to land on her your head." I nodded my understanding silently.

Nancy took a scissors and cut my shirt off. Betty took off my shoes and socks, one foot at time, undid my belt buckle, and removed my pants and shorts. Before I had time to think about my nakedness in front of the two sexy women, Betty got a red garment out of the shopping bag and the two of them were putting it around my waist.

"How many inches is this corset supposed to remove from his waist?," Nancy asked Betty. "Between four and six," she replied, "depending on how tight we tie the laces." The corset did not go as high as my nipples, nor as low as my groin. Nancy and Betty each stood behind me with an end of the laces in their hand and started pulling. Wow! This was sucking the air right out of me! I realized I would have to take smaller breaths than usual. I had never felt so constricted in my life. The women tugged on the laces to their satisfaction, tied them off, and stood in front of me to survey their work.

"It's about time he realizes how hard it is for a women to dress sexy," Nancy announced. "You like it when we wear tight dresses and skirts that show off our slender waists. You're always staring at us. Now we're going to let you know what it feels like." I breathed slowly, trying to adjust to my new circumstances.

"What next?," Betty asked.

"He looks so naked standing there with just a corset on, doesn't he?," Nancy asked with a tinge of sarcasm in her voice. "Let's paint his toenails."

"Now wait a minute," I protested. But before I could say anything more, Nancy put her gorgeous face next to mine and said, "You know, it's not hard to remove nail polish from toenails when this is done. But on the other hand, we could paint 'SISSY' in nail polish on your ass if you give us a hard time. How would you get that off?"

And with that I stood there helplessly as Nancy and Betty each took a bottle of red nail polish out of the shopping bag and proceeded to paint my toenails, giggling at my predicament as they worked.

I didn't feel any less naked when they were done. When they were satisfied that the polish was dry, they slid a pair of black stockings on me. They followed this with silky black panties and high heels. At least my aching arches had a little support now.

Betty went into the shopping bag again, and she pulled out a makeup case. She and Nancy went through it, examining various items and selecting some to leave out and arrange on my desk. After the clothes they had made me wear, it was clear who the makeup was for.

Nancy took a little bottle, shook it up, put some of the liquid on a sponge, and started stroking it all over my face. She examined my face, left and right, and decided she was happy with the way liquid makeup smoothed out my complexion. Then she took a big fluffy brush and generously stroked my cheeks with a pink powder.

Next Betty took a turn. She took a black mascara and told me to hold very still as she covered my upper and lower eyelashes with it. She also took a tiny brush, dipped it in a tiny bottle of liquid, stood very close to me, and painted a fine line on my eyelids. She stepped back to admire her work.

Finally the two women unscrewed a number of lipsticks and debated the merits of how various shades of lipsticks might look on me. They agreed on one, and Nancy did the honors. She held my chin gently with her left hand, then slowly but firmly painted my lips in a dark red lipstick. When she was done she showed me my reflection in a compact mirror. I thought I looked ridiculous.

"Oh, she looks so cute," Betty gushed sarcastically.

"A real sissy," Nancy agreed. Betty snapped a few photos, then left to scan the photos. She also took my real clothes with her.

Then Nancy started releasing my velcro handcuffs. I wondered if I should take this opportunity and try to make a run for it.

"Now Sissy," Nancy explained. It looks like she has decided to rename me.

"Yes, you could try to run out the door. But just think for a minute how you are dressed. How far do you think you would get before someone sees you. And has everyone in the company gone home yet? Besides, don't forget the photos ...." I decided I had better stay there. I flexed my arms, which had gotten stiff from being in one position for so long.

Nancy led me over to my desk. She bent me over my desk at the waist and told me to extend my arms on the desk. She stood in front of the desk, grabbed my left arm, attached a velcro handcuff to it and attached the handcuff to the leg of the desk. She did the same to the right arm. She told me to spread my legs wide. This was uncomfortable in my heels. When she was done, I was immobilized, standing, bent over at the waist, laying face down over my own desk.

Nancy then stood behind me. She pressed her knee into my ass. "Who's the boss now, Sissy? Answer me!"

"You are, Ma'am," I replied reluctantly.

Betty came back and saw the position Nancy had put me in. Nancy sat on my back, and it hurt. She extended her stockinged leg in the direction of my face. "Kiss my foot," she commanded. So I did. "Keep kissing it. With feeling," she commanded. I did my best.

Meanwhile Nancy started spanking my ass, right through the panties, which provided little protection. First she used her hand, then something harder and flatter. I guessed a hairbrush. She spanked away, and it was starting to hurt. Occasionally she would stop spanking and caress my ass instead. "What's the matter Sissy?," Nancy asked tauntingly. "Wiggle your ass for me," she commanded. "Entertain me." I wiggled for her, trying to avoid her blows, which of course was impossible.

Betty had enough of her foot being kissed. She also stood behind me. Someone yanked my panties up, into the crack of my ass, and pulling on my balls. I yelped at that. Then my panties were pulled down. I heard a plastic glove being put on. Uh oh. Other than a doctor's exam, I had never had anything up on my ass.

A finger entered the opening to my ass. At least the finger was lubricated. I didn't know if it was Betty or Nancy. The finger was barely in an inch, and I squeezed my ass muscles to try to expel it. Of course it wouldn't budge. I squirmed - I didn't like the finger inside me. The finger went deeper. She manipulated it in and out. Faster. And faster. "How do you like being fucked like a woman,?" a voice whispered to me. It was very humiliating.

Finally, whichever of them had her finger up my ass, had enough. She withdrew her finger, and I heard the sound of a glove being taken off a hand. I breathed a sigh of relief.

But they were not done, with me, by a long shot. I felt something soft around my balls. Something very soft was being rubbed back and forth over my balls. It felt wonderful. But then there was a squeeze on my balls as they were yanked hard to the left. Then they were yanked hard to the right. Nancy and Betty had tied my balls with some sort of stocking, and they were playing tug of war! They were laughing hysterically at my discomfort.

Then they decided to do something different. They untied my hands and let me stand. I had been laying face down for a long time. Various parts of my body ached. The women grabbed between my legs and pulled the stocking attached to my balls, making me walk backwards. I didn't know where they were taking me, but it appeared as if we were taking one lap around my desk. It was hard to keep up with them walking backwards in my heels, and being pulled by the balls. They laid me down on my back on the desk. They spread my arms and legs, and tied all four extremities with velcro to the legs of the desk. Then for good measure they attached one of the ends of the stocking holding my balls to a desk leg too. I was really held down.

Nancy climbed on the desk looking down on me. Her long blonde hair swung teasingly in my face. She smiled at me. Despite all she had put me through -she was beautiful! I couldn't imagine what she had in store for me next.

She leaned over to me and held my face in her hands. "Poor little Sissy," she cooed at me. She sighed. "But you're such a mess." And with that she produced a lipstick and painted my lips with a generous coating of red color. "Press your lips together, dear. That's sweet. Now open your mouth wide.

Then she produced another scarf. She put it between my lips and tied it tightly around my head. I was gagged. Nancy smiled sweetly and got off the desk. Betty did something I never would have guessed. She stripped down to her half slip and panties. She climbed up on the desk and on top of me. She said to me, "Sissy, are you a good ass kisser?" I assumed the only acceptable answer was Yes, so I grunted "Yes" through my gag. "Well, we'll see," she replied.

Betty squatted over my head on the desk, giving me access to her lovely ass. I kissed her through my gag and through her panties. It was humiliating, but it was delightful at the same time. I kissed away at her ass and tried to reach her pussy, and she squirmed in delight. Sometimes she was enjoying herself so much that she forgot to leave air space for me and she sat down squarely on my face. I had to struggle for a little breathing space. I kissed and licked her until she was satisfied.

Betty climbed off of me and Nancy climbed on instead. Next I saw Betty hand something to Nancy. It was a large dildo shaped vibrator. Nancy switched it on, and it made an audible buzz. I was gagged and immobilized. Was Nancy going to use the vibrator in my ass?

Nancy started running the vibrator over herself. She ran it over her breasts. Then in her groin area. She knelt over me, and she ran the vibrator over her pussy, inches away from my nose. I was entranced. I could not keep my eyes off the vibrator moving back and forth over her pussy.

She was squatting on the desk behind my head. Her long hair was in my face and I was straining backward to see her with the vibrator. It was inches from my nose, and I could smell her pussy scent. Occasionally her hand would brush across my face as she stroked herself with the vibrator. It was maddening being so close to her gorgeous body, but being immobilized.

After a while she switched positions. She knelt over me, facing me. Her long hair waved in my face. She leaned forward and offered me her breast. I kissed and sucked it greedily, as she continued to use the vibrator on her own pussy. Her breast tasted delicious. Nancy was sighing contentedly.

She put the vibrator aside and told me to suck harder. I complied. "No, harder," she commanded. I did. But it was not enough for her. "Harder!" she screamed at me, and for emphasis she squeezed both of my nipples. I continued to lick away, and she decided to toy with my nipples. She kept squeezing them, first one at a time, then together. She got off me briefly to get her vibrator again, and my nipples still had a dull ache to them. I realized she had put clothes-pins on them.

Nancy climbed back on and squatted over my head. She ran the vibrator over her pussy a little. Then she lowered herself down, down, until her pussy was just above my mouth. I strained to reach her with my tongue, but I was just short. This was so frustrating! In a rare display of rebellion I grunted through my gag, "How cruel!" She laughed. Obviously she was doing this to me on purpose. I bucked wildly against my bonds, but I could not reach her pussy with my tongue. Finally she relented and lowered herself just enough to let me reach her pussy.

I licked away merrily at her pussy. She played with my nipples a little, slapping the clothes-pins, which stung my nipples. She removed them and remarked how pink my nipples had become. It stung when she removed them, but I didn't care. At that moment licking her pussy was the only thing that mattered to me.

Meanwhile Nancy, or was it Betty, was running the vibrator over me. She ran it over my chest, down lower, and lower, to my groin. She ran it on the underside of my penis. That is a sensitive, erogenous area, but the vibrator was too much for me and it was more painful than pleasurable. One or both the women were teasing my cock with their hands or the scarf or the vibrator - I didn't know what, and I couldn't see. It was pleasurable, but not enough to cum.

Betty was cooing at me, "Do you want to cum in your pretty panties, Sissy?," but it was not quite the right friction for me to come. Every now and then they would stop touching my cock altogether, and I thrashed wildly against my bonds, searching for them.

I continued licking Nancy through my gag. She would also tease me sometimes by raising herself jut high enough so that only the tip of my tongue could reach, and sometimes just a little higher so that my tongue could not reach her at all. That was maddening, and they giggled watching me strain my tongue to find Nancy's pussy. They tormented my nipples and they tormented my cock by giving me either too much stimulation or not enough.

Finally Nancy climaxed from my tongue, and both of them stopped touching me entirely. Nancy climbed off, and both she and Betty looked sadly at me as I tried to catch my breath.

"I guess you didn't want to cum in your pretty panties after all, Sissy,"Nancy said to me.

The women got dressed. They fixed their own lipstick, and for good measure they fixed mine too. I was still tied to the desk. "Let's get something to eat," Nancy said to Betty. "We'll come back for Sissy later - maybe." And they left me in the office alone, tied to my own desk.