When I started this patreon up, I was in the middle of posting this story weekly on the previous iteration of the LIL site. When things came a-tumbling down with that server... I had to shift gears. In organizing files today, I found this... It's an oldie now, but I'm quite fond of parts of it. Is there any interest in seeing more?
I'll post this onto the site next month, but in the meantime...
CHAPTER ONE
“This is a mistake…”
Nadia could not stop her eyes from rolling as she looked past the new ‘acquisition’ and over at her co-worker Tonya. The woman was smirking behind his back, like the cat that ate the canary. She made a giant, exaggerated check mark on her clip board and smirked.
“…you see…I was supposed to be here to interview for the management position…”
Behind the whiny annoyance, whose name (at least for the moment) was Patrick Bronson, Tonya crossed her eyes and made another exaggerated check on her clip board. The bitch was going to win today’s Sissy Bingo and that meant Nadia was going to be out a hundred bucks… again. It made the fake-smile she was giving the new Sissy, that much harder to maintain.
“Is that so?” Nadia checked her own clipboard, giving the annoying brat the impression that she was checking his information. She was not.
Looking down at her checklist, Nadia grew angry. Her own bingo card was sadly lacking. It had a lone checkmark on the box labeled ‘hey babe’ and that had been at the very beginning. Since then, her luck had dried to a desert and the smug look on Tonya’s face with every passing moment made it that much worse.
“Look, I’m tired of this shit. Do you know who my father is? Bring me my clothes immediately or I am going to…”
It was time. As with all of the new ‘hire’ acquisitions, there came a tipping point where the charade of this being an actual job became obvious. Nadia had been dragging her feet, but she knew the clock had run out. She was going to have to fork over the hundred bucks one way or the other once this stupid idiot said one or two more cliche objections, and there was little to be done about it.
Normally she would just politely ask him to follow her and lead him to the showers. He would be bound, depilated and then the Sissylink chastity system would lock away that tiny willy he was hiding behind his hands.
That was the process. Get them to sign the contract, manipulate them into disrobing and then handing them off to the processing team in the showers. That was how it should be done. That was how it was always done.
She felt her anger rise.
“…going to do what?”
She stepped closer to the small naked man, her height emphasized by the ridiculously high heeled boots that the company encouraged them to wear. As part of the acquisitions team, both she and Tonya were required to look the part. ‘Bait’ was the term most often bandied about.
“You’re going to ‘make me regret it’?” Nadia growled the words.
Beside her, Tonya’s eyes flashed with the unspoken ‘what are you doing?’. Not only was she feeding him the lines that were obviously bingo answers, but she was also breaking protocol.
“You’re going to ‘sue me for everything I’m worth’?” Her voice grew colder and more intense.
The man was shrinking away from her as she moved forward. The Sissy was not an imposing figure. Five foot eight at best, slight of frame, and not overly athletic. Naked as he was, he was very aware of the imposing figure that Nadia presented. Six foot two in the boots, her defined arms and shoulders rippling from the time in the gym. The form fitting blouse she wore, stopped just shy of her pants showing off her stomach muscles. While he probably weighed slightly more than her, he was soft. They both knew it.
“…listen…”
She cut him off.
“…no you listen, you whimpering Sissy…”
Tonya stepped forward and Nadia held up a hand waving her off. They were not supposed to use the word ‘Sissy’ until the bitches were in the chastity system. Another protocol broken. They were supposed to seduce, cajole and manipulate them into compliance. Force was off the table unless the acquisition became violent and even then it was protocol to bring in the brute squad.
Nadia didn’t care. She grabbed the tiny man by the chin, forcing him to look up at her eyes.
“Here’s what is about to happen to you, bitch…”
She spit the last word, and a tiny bit of saliva hit the man’s face.
“Your time pretending to be a man is over. OVER! Do you hear me? We are going to break you down, destroy you and turn you into something you were always supposed to be. You are going to be a slutty, little shemale whore that we are going to train to be the best slut you can imagine.”
“…Ms. Kischik…”
Tonya’s soft warning might as well have come from another planet. Nadia’s pushed the Sissy hard, his back hitting the wall. She filled the distance, keeping her hand on the bitch’s chin the entire time. Pressing into him, she pinned him to the wall, his squirming frame unable to escape her dominance.
“…and because you’ve pissed me off… I’m going to make sure that your time here is special. You are going to be used as a fucktoy by every man and woman in this place and when we have finally fucked the use out of you, we are going to sell you to the highest bidder in a foreign country where you will never be seen again.”
“…Nadia…”. Tonya’s voice came again, from millions of miles away.
“…my father…” the Sissy stammered.
She shoved him hard against the wall, knocking the wind out of him.
“I don’t give two fucks who your Father is, bitch. You belong to the corporation now… and that means you belong to me. You understand?”
With a pitiful effort, he tried to push push her away. Tonya’s hand was on her shoulder. Nadia felt the touch and ignored it as she grabbed between the Sissies legs and squeezed. The high pitched squeal of pain permeated the room as she crushed his testicles in her hand.
“NADIA!” Tonya was screaming and pulling her backwards.
She let herself be pulled away. Patrick Bronson collapsed on the floor, openly crying while holding his crotch. Tonya was looking at her with a mix of disbelief and panic.
“What the fuck was that?” She hissed at Nadia.
“What!” Nadia said, hating the defensiveness in her own voice.
“You just broke, like, every protocol we have. Have you gone fucking insane?”
“It’s fine.”
“Fine!?! This is certainly not fucking fine! You may have just damaged the asset…” Tonya’s hissed whisper was so soft that you could barely hear it.
Looking over at the crying mess on the floor, Nadia felt the trace beginnings of fear and worry. She squished it down.
“Have you forgotten who we work for?” Tonya’s eyes were wide with fear. It annoyed Nadia. She was afraid for herself…not for Nadia. Guilt through association. “I mean it wouldn’t be the first time that real women were turned into product…”
“Shut up.”
She rounded on the blonde woman, pleased as the blonde woman took a step back in alarm.
“You’re going to be fine. I’ll talk to Ms. Jamil and let her know it was all me.”
The blonde woman stammered something, but Nadia wasn’t listening. Nadia knew without a doubt that Tonya would do anything she had to in order to save her own skin, up to and Including selling Nadia down the river.
But there was no reason for her to be blamed for Nadia’s temper. She would own it. And if they decided to terminate her… or worse…
Nadia shook her head of the thought.
With a quick stride she moved over to the whimpering bitch on the floor.
“On your feet…”
His wet eyes looked up at her in pain and fear.
“I don’t understand… You can’t do this…do you know who my father is?”
Nadia sighed and pulled the Sissy to his feet by the arm. Any fight he might have had went out of him. Just an empty vessel, ready to be escorted down to the showers, into chastity and onward to his new purpose.
As she pulled him past Tonya down the hall towards the processing station, the blonde woman just stared at her with wide eyes.
“Check your card.” Nadia scowled over her shoulder. “I think you just won.”
CHAPTER TWO
Larry looked over at his wife as they drove. The sun rippled through her perfect blonde hair. It was always amazing to him that she did not understand how beautiful she was.
“So…”
Sydney smiled at him, the sun-light behind her like an angelic glow.
“…hm?”
She was a million miles away. He wondered what she was thinking.
It had been two months since he had confessed to her his hidden secret. Two months since the long awkward conversation. She had tried, bless her heart, but she was just not very GOOD at it.
“…do you think…”
He trailed off. It was so hard to talk about this stuff. She was so sheltered and innocent. It was one of the things that drew him to her in the first place. Naive innocence. But any hope he might have had of her being good at dominant role play… well that was long gone.
She laughed, an almost girlish giggle.
“I DO think, yes…”
Larry laughed too. He had trailed off lost in his own thoughts.
Two months ago, he had told her his fantasy. Shown her his little box of sissy outfits and accessories. She cried. He cried. And then they talked.
Sydney was so sheltered, that none of it made much sense, but she did ask questions. So many questions. An uncomfortable amount of questions.
And it led to him dressing up for her.
Her giggling laugh as he stood before her in his French Maid uniform was the most humiliating (and arousing) thing he had ever experienced to that point.
But while she helped him a time or two with makeup and grooming, she would never dominate him like he wanted. He bought her a cute little bell to ring when he wore his lovely maid outfit. But she would keep getting up to get her own drink, or to get a blanket from the bedroom. She would never criticize him or tell him what to do. He had to tell her to spank him. It was all so infuriatingly frustrating.
She was the most attractive woman in the world, accepting of his fetish, and perfect in every way but one… but that one thing….. he wanted it. He needed it.
“…do you think this is a stupid idea?”
He was really feeling insecure about the whole concept. On paper, a weekend class to train female dominants seemed like the perfect idea. Now that they were actually doing it, however…
She nibbled her lip while looking at him.
“It’s not stupid, sweetie,” she put her perfect hand on his leg as he drove. “I want to make you happy and if this is what you need…”
He chuckled, shaking his head.
“I just think if you learned how to enjoy it…”
He looked over to catch her pondering this statement.
“I don’t know. I understand the silly outfits. I do. Dressing sexy is fun. I like to do it sometimes too. I just don’t understand why you need me to make you do it…”
She trailed off, drifting back into thought, the sunlight dappling again through her honey-tinted hair.
“I can’t explain it,” Larry mumbled. It was like a circular conversation from hell. He only hoped that after this weekend, she would at least grasp what made it arousing to him.
They drove in silence, until the voice of the navigation system broke it.
“Turn left onto Polarina drive and you have arrived at your destination.”
“Almost there,” he said as he turned into the long asphalt straightaway.
“Are you nervous?” Her voice had a trace of that same amused giggle in it.
“No,” he said. It was a lie, his heart was beating like a hummingbird. This suddenly felt very weird and naughty and stressful. “Are you?”
She put her hand on his leg again.
“Yes.”
Ahead of them, the Melandren Corporation loomed like a Japanese movie monster.
CHAPTER THREE
“The camera in room 427 has gone fucking down again.”
Jackson swung around in his chair and looked at his partner with a grin.
“It goes down almost as much as the girls in that room.”
Michael looked back at him with a grimace, completely unamused.
“If those bitches escape somehow while there is no surveillance, it’s gonna be you and I locked in one of those rooms ‘going down’.”
Jackson nodded. Michael was right, of course. Not only was it a security risk having the cameras down, but it was also a revenue drop. The stream in that room was broadcasting the morning, mandatory make-out session and had almost seven hundred viewers. But it was dropping in real time. Six hundred. Five. Four…
Scrolling back through the footage, it did not appear that the sluts in the room had tampered with the camera. The two blonde bimbo shemales were doing their mandatory kissing practice on the bed and then…BAM… no signal.
“Typical…” he muttered. “Guess we should head down there.”
Michael rolled his eyes.
“I’ve got to submit this footage from an acquisition this morning. The bigwigs want a full report on a protocol issue asap.”
“Really? You’re gonna dump this one on me?”
“Would you rather do the report?”
Jackson sighed.
“Fine.”
“Oh, poor baby. Having to go spend some time in a room with two hot sluts. They’re probably going to go straight for your dick.”
The thought had occurred to Jackson. With no camera feed, he could really do anything he wanted with the two of them consequence free. Provided…
…provided no one caught him.
“I’ll give you all the details when I get back,” Jackson laughed, even as he grabbed his coat and headed for the door.
“They have inspection in twenty minutes… so better make it quick.”
Jackson laughed.
“No way in hell I last twenty minutes with any of the sluts around here.”
It took an eye scan and a swipe of a keycard to get the door to the Sissy storage facilities to open. Security here was no joke. Every ‘girl’ here was tagged with a chip, locked in a chastity belt that had both a perimeter shock and a GPS, and then on top of that, all the doors were triple protocol: card, retina and monitored by the security team. It was more secure than most government facilities and in the history of the company only three of the captive Sissies had ever made an escape past the first level of security. None had actually made it past level two, much less anywhere close to escape.
Another door, and another retina scan and card swipe. It really was annoying. Like any of the dumb bimbos in this facility could even remember how to open a door. They really were doubling down on the bimbofication of the girls these days…. Jackson remembered only a few years ago when the Sissies still were allowed to occasionally have thoughts and opinions.
The hallways twisted and turned and finally Jackson swiped his way into zone 400. Dozens of doors lined the hall, each with two Sissies locked inside. Each room served as both a sleeping quarters for the ‘girls’, as well as a live-stream for fans to watch them torture each other with unfulfilled sexual need every night. The girls were rotated through the rooms each day so that every night they would have to make out and snuggle up to a different slut for the camera.
It had turned into quite the lucrative money generator for the company. The profits from that service alone probably paid the salary of half of the staff.
Room 427 was a third of the way down. The door was shut and locked. No sign of trouble.
It was probably just a loose wire, or faulty camera, but his years of security detail along with the Melandren training, had him in alert mode. He made himself calm down and in doing so, pictured the sluts on the other side of the door.
Just the thought of going into the room with the two blonde bimbos inside made his pants uncomfortably tight.
As stupid as it was, he found himself straightening his outfit to look good. He knew it was stupid. These were not real girls and the M&R Sissies were conditioned to be sluts for anyone regardless of what they looked like. They were literally sex-slaves, trapped and trained to obey and serve.
Yet strangely, he wanted to look good for them.
His imagination ran wild at the thought of the two sluts kneeling in front of him, their mouths working his dick over, while he held them by the hair. Guards were given periodic use of the girls as bonus perks, but those in the monitor room seldom got the number of perks as those on the ground.
“… and never two at the same time…” he thought.
A smile crept onto his face as he pictured it.
With a swipe of the card, and a scan of his eye, the door clicked open.
“Coming in…” he announced as he pushed the door open. “I hope you’re ready for…”
His voice failed him.
The room was dark. The bed was made.
…and it was completely empty.
CHAPTER FOUR
Tyler Compston tried to hold it back.
Baseball. His Mother. Broccoli. Aunt Margaret. Dying Animals. Fuck……
There was no stopping it. The slut between his legs sucked any and all resistance right out of him. He grunted as it exploded into her wet mouth. Three little spurts and it was done. Even as she continued to lick and suck, his member started to wilt almost immediately.
The blonde-haired bimbo pulled her lips off of him with a pop. With a practiced, and almost mechanical movement, she opened her mouth and crossed her eyes behind the thick rimmed glasses, showing him the results on her slick tongue. With a moan and a giggle she swallowed and licked her lips as she stared up at him with her perfect, large bimbo eyes.
“Thank you, sir.”
Her voice oozed sex, but in Tyler’s ears it sounded like it had just a trace of mocking in it. She should spank her for that. For mocking him. For making the blowjob end so quickly.
How long had it been, two minutes? Three?
He looked at his watch.
Barely a minute had passed.
“Clean me up and put me away, slut,” he growled the command, hiding his embarrassment behind dominance. He wanted it hidden from her. He was a respectable four inches hard, but once it began to soften…
The slut gave him two quick licks and then gently pushed him back into his boxers with virtually no effort, his soft member almost disappearing on its own. Her nimble fingers zipped him up and then it was done.
She was on her feet, giving him a polite maid curtsey with her little pleated skirt. Her large breasts nearly bounced out of the tight, white blouse as she moved.
“Can I do anything else for you, sir?”
Dear God, she is sexy…
Even satiated, it was hard not to find her undeniably irresistible. It was so hard to believe that this cock-tease in front of him had at one time been a man. With that slutty face, huge rack, tiny waist and ass like a dumptruck, she was like a cartoon version of what a secretary should be: Impossibly sexy and forced to be obedient.
He wanted to fuck her so badly. It was not allowed to take Sissies in that way without proper authorization, yet even still he had tried once.
Only a few weeks ago, he had been working late and she had come into his office. He knew security had just made the rounds and Tom across the hall had long since left. So he had bent her over the desk, pulling her panties down. She had not resisted even a little. She probably had forgotten how to resist.
As he had pulled himself out of his pants, he had pressed it up into her, her sissylink having the open rear access feature. She had long since graduated from the mandatory plug and now only had to wear it in the evenings like all the Real Sluts did.
She made no noise as he pushed in. She felt so good. Too good.
He moaned as he sank all of himself into her.
“Does that feel good slut?” He grunted as he held back the explosion.
She did moan then, a programmed slut moan that he knew she HAD to make.
“Yes sir. Please…”. She whispered in her submissive feminine tone, “Please… put it in me…”
He had exploded then as both pleasure and embarrassment filled him. The slut didn’t even realize he was inside of her.
He had spanked her afterwards, making her ass red with his hand prints.
“Never speak of this again, you understand me, slut?”
“Yes sir,” she said in that same submissive feminine voice. “I won’t tell anyone that you almost fucked me, sir.”
It made him even angrier, and he continued to spank her beyond protocol, until her ass was red and inflamed and tears streamed down her face.
Yet even now, looking at her with his cum making it’s way through her stomach, he wanted to fuck her again.
He shook himself out of the memory to find her staring at him with those big, dumb bimbo eyes.
“Back to your desk Mercy. Make sure you shut the fucking door on your way out.”
She dipped a curtsey again.
“Yes, sir.”
He watched her ass jiggle as she bounced out of the room on the five inch heels she always wore.
It made his cock ache.
“Fucking slut…”
He tried not to think about how much more productive he would be if he didn’t have that fucking cock-tease only a few feet from him all day. Even now, he wanted to call her back in and have her suck him till he was hard enough to fuck her. But then she would be working on his soft member and he did not want her to see him that way.
Even worse, he knew the way she looked at Tom. Tom King had the office across the hall from him and the two of them shared Mercy as a secretary. She seemed to spend a lot more time in Tom’s office than in Tyler’s, though, a slight he did not intend to let slide.
“Ugh…” he moved his mouse to wake up the screen and clicked the secure VPN on. He needed to check his personal project before he got back to work.
The static on the screen caused his already soft member to try to draw up inside of him in fear.
“Oh fuck…”
CHAPTER 5
“Nadia Kischek?”
Nadia sighed, exhaling smoke from her cigarette into the cool air. She knew it was only a matter of time.
“Who’s asking?”
The man leaned on the railing next to her and pulled out his own pack of cigarettes.
“Michael Anderson.”
She looked over at him. He was a slightly overweight man with bad posture. It indicated a sedentary job, probably monitor duty if she had to guess. She had expected one of the brute squad to come get her.
She sighed again.
As he brought the cigarette to his lips, she held up her lighter. She expected him to take it from her, and was surprised as he leaned forward and let her light his cigarette for him. It was a surprisingly progressive gesture, especially from the men the company normally hired.
He puffed once or twice and then took the long first drag.
She joined him and they blew out smoke into the cold air together.
“They want a report.”
She nodded and took another drag.
“No doubt.” She watched the smoke curl into wisps around her, like tendrils of a creature.
He chuckled and then silence. Silence that drifted on and on.
Nadia liked silence. She liked the comfort of not having to generate banal small talk. There were very few people in this company that could stand to tolerate silence, much less seem comfortable in it. Yet the man next to her seemed unfazed.
They finished their cigarettes, burning them down to the filters. She crushed hers in the ashtray, before turning to look at the man again. He was holding the butt of his smoke in his fingers, as if examining it without seeing it.
The silence stretched on and she waited. She would not break it first.
He flicked the butt into the bushes.
She smiled. It was a small act of rebellion in a place that tolerated few.
“The way I see it…”
He didn’t look at her, just stared ahead into the cold, brisk morning sun.
“… the asshole was processed. No permanent harm was done to him. If protocols were broken they must have been minor.”
She looked at him, trying to puzzle him out. Nothing about what she had done had been a minor infraction.
“Yeah?”
He turned to look at her finally.
“Yeah. We all have our bad days.”
She shook her head, leaning on the railing next to him. She was surprised by the sense of relief she felt. She had expected them to fire her, or worse, add her to the inventory. She always knew her temper was a problem. She owned that. She just didn’t realize how scared she had been about the consequences of her tantrum until the fear lessened just now.
“More bad than good nowadays.”
He nodded.
“Yeah. I hear that.”
She felt like crying. She had not cried since she was a little girl. She would not now. She was not built that way, but she suddenly felt like she could cry if she wanted. It was relief. It was gratitude. It was just a small act of kindness in a place that warranted none. A flower growing out of asphalt.
“Listen…” Michael said. He didn’t exactly lean closer, but somehow the softness and tone of his words made it feel that way. “This partner of yours…”
“She had nothing to do with it. It was all me. All my fault.”
She had said it too loud comparatively to his volume. It made her feel like she was defensive. He had not moved or reacted, yet even still, she made herself breathe and try again.
“It had nothing to do with her.”
Michael nodded and the silence returned.
“It’s good to own your shit and it’s nice that you look after her. I have a partner, too. Good kid. Works hard and has my back when I need it.”
The man stood up, arching his back in a stretch. It cracked and popped audibly. He leaned forward continuing the stretch. It moved him a little too close to her and she almost pulled away when she heard him whisper.
“…yours does not. She went right to your supervisor. Probably hoping to get a promotion or bonus. Ratted you out and exaggerated the offense at that.”
The man stood, leaning against the railing. His eyes focused on nothing in front of him.
Except they weren’t focused on nothing. They pointed right at the camera above the door. The one pointed at them.
She glanced away from it, hoping it wasn’t obvious.
“Got another cigarette?”
She nodded, pulling out her pack and offering him one. He took it and she took one as well, turning back to the railing as they did so. With her back to the camera, she could whisper without being seen.
“So, what happens next then?”
Michael held the cigarette out, asking for the light. As he cupped his hand around it, he whispered again.
“Her word against yours and because she exaggerated her story it’s full of holes. The Sissy is too scared out of his brain to speak coherently right now and anything you did was…out of frame… of the camera.”
She lit his cigarette and they both puffed in silence, backs towards the camera. She knew that wasn’t true. She had been dead center in front of the security cam and the audio would have been picked up. Either he was lying, or he had doctored the footage.
“Why?” Her whisper was barely audible in the wind.
He turned and puffed out a line of smoke, looking her up and down.
“You remind me of my daughter, you know that?” His voice wasn’t a whisper. Just a casual conversation. “She was a good kid. We’d always fight… man that girl had a temper… got it from her mother. But she had her head on straight. Could take care of herself. She knew who her friends were, and how to deal with those that weren’t, you know?”
She nodded.
“Welp. Back to work, I guess. Reports been filed. You’ll have a warning in your box. Don’t let it happen again, ok?” He crushed his half smoked cigarette in the ashtray. “Nice meeting you Ms. Kischek.”
“Nice meeting you to Mr. Anderson.”
“It’s Mike to my friends. Thanks for the cigarette.”
The door shut behind him, and she was once again alone in the morning sun. The cold would disappear soon as the morning turned to day. The wind flared the tip of her half smoked cigarette and she watched it snuff out. She twirled it in her fingers for a moment and then flicked it into the bushes.
Know who your friends are…
She smiled.
…and deal with those that aren’t.
It was time to go back to work.
CHAPTER 6
Tyler burst out of his office and into the shared reception area. He had to talk to Tom. This was bad. It was so fucking bad.
As he flew past Mercy’s reception desk, his heart dropped. There was no sign of the ditzy slut anywhere, but the message light on her phone was flashing. Were they already onto them?
Where the fuck is that fucking Bimbo?
Scrambling behind her desk, Tyler picked up the phone receiver and pushed the voice mail button. He bit his lip, his heart beating a thousand miles an hour. If they were already on to them…
The receiver beeped in his ear and the message started.
“Tom? It’s John. Look man, I’m up to my ears in paperwork today. Can I get you to cover the tour with one of the hot-wives today? I’ll make it up to you, although looking at the profile photo of her, I may have already done that. Thanks man!”
The beep ended the call and then the automated voice chimed in: “You have 0 unheard messages”.
Normally he would be furious that Tom got the call to seduce a new hot-wife instead of himself. Today he had bigger problems.
So they had not yet reached out about 427. Maybe there was still time to fix it….time before the trail led back to them… before they were caught…before…
His thought was cut short by a loud scream across the hall.
Fuck.
It had come from Tom’s office. Had someone confronted him already. He knew Tom had a temper. What did that maniac do?
He scrambled back around the desk, frantically running for Tom’s office. Throwing the door open, his brain short circuited.
Mercy was bent over Tom’s desk, with his partner ball’s deep in the Sissy’s ass.
“Please, oh God, please, yes, fuck, fuck me, yes, please, FUCK!!!”
The whimpered moans of the sexy bimbo escalated to what Tyler could only assume was a second orgasm…or at least as much of an orgasm as the Sissylink system allowed the feminized sluts like her.
The sight of the sexy wet-dream secretary being fucked in front of him, made Tyler’s balls draw up and his stomach hurt. He had never made her face look all flushed and hot like that… or made the noises come out of her sound like that…
His eyes went from a laser focus of Tom’s large dick pounding into Mercy ass, up to Tom’s face. He wore a sheepish grin.
“Well you caught me. I know we’re not supposed to do this. But I mean, look at this slut…can you blame me?” he laughed. “You should give this a try, pal. Seriously!”
He pushed into Mercy again, his body all the way against her. Mercy gasped, her expression turning to one of fucked disbelief at the size of the thing inside of her. Her eyes bulged as she squirmed and wiggled.
“Oh god. Too much. Too big. Oh god. Please, Mr. King. Please….”
Tom smacked her hips possessively and even in his panic frenzy, Tyler felt his jealousy overwhelm him.
She never makes those noises for me.
He shook off the thought.
“Tom, we have a problem.”
Tom laughed, pushing into Mercy again. She arched her back like a cat in heat.
“Oh, don’t be that way. Want to use her mouth? That’ll cure what ails you.”
Tyler had the mental image of pulling his cock out on Mercy’s face and shoving it her mouth while Tom fucked her. It made his stomach hurt worse. The idea of both of them seeing his smaller cock while Tom was fucking her with that monster… it made him almost have to throw up.
Or maybe it was the deep shit they were in that was causing the nausea.
“Tom.” Tyler tried to make his voice impress upon his partner the importance of needing to talk in private. They couldn’t talk in front of the bimbo. One word of gossip from her and they would both be toast.
“I only need another minute or two. Then why don’t you have a go at her. I won’t tell and neither will she, will you Mercy?”
He smacked her ass as again as he plunged himself back into her. A low, guttural animal sound came out of the slut.
“Tom!” Tyler tried again.
He was pushing in and out of her now. His hands on her hips. He was outright fucking her. There was no other word for it.
“You really got to try her, Ty… God, she feels… so…. good…and tight….”
He pumped into her with each word.
“TOM! It’s 427!”
Tom’s face whipped toward him in surprise, even as the sound that came out of him indicated he had just released inside the Sissy. Mercy moaned loudly, no doubt from the explosion deep inside of her. Tyler looked away. It felt uncomfortable to have made eye contact with Tom as he came inside the Sissy that Tyler wanted to fuck so badly.
“Fuck.”
Tom pulled away from Mercy, wiping his manhood on her little skirt before smacking her red ass hard with his hand.
“Fucking ruined. Ugh. Out. Fucking slut. Get out…”
He smacked her ass again and the bimbo burst into tears, probably confused and wondering what she had done wrong. With her panties still around her ankles and her skirt still resting on the top of her bubble butt, she awkwardly hobbled past Tyler, tears streaming down her face.
“Yes, sir, sorry sir… sorry… I’m …”. Mercy was trying to curtsey, scurry and escape all at the same time. The look on her face indicated she was also trying to process having been fucked, filled and then degraded. The cum oozing down her still exposed ass probably only added to the tears.
Tyler wondered if she was mentally comparing Tom fucking her to when he had done it.
“Yes sir. Please… put it in me…”
The words lingered in his brain. Of having his cock inside of her and her not even being able to feel it.
The door shutting behind the Sissy Slut brought his mind back to the situation.
“What happened?” Tom asked. He was putting himself away even as he moved towards Tyler. The larger man loomed over him, zipping up his pants agitated.
“Camera feed went down. Security has been sent.”
Tom’s eyes flared. For a brief moment, Tyler felt a bit of worry over his friend’s temper.
“Fuck!!!”
Tyler made a shushing noise.
“Shhh. I know. I know. Keep it down. We have to do something. What do you we do Tom?”
“Fuck!”
Tom was not keeping his voice down. If anyone was in their shared reception area, they would hear his animalistic bellows.
Tyler kept his own voice low and whispered.
“They are going to see the empty room and assume it was an escape.”
Tom threw up his arms in exasperation and moved to his wet bar behind his desk. Tyler followed.
“How long do you think we have until they find out?”
Tyler shrugged as Tom poured two drinks.
“They’ll do a security sweep. Probably ten minutes. Then they are going to start digging into who the sissies are and try to do damage control with their sponsors.”
Tom downed his shot of scotch.
“How well will they hold up?”
Tyler shook his head, knowing how panicked he looked right now.
“They’re fucking surface level Tom. Poke at it even just a little and it’s a fucking house of cards. When they find out the Sponsors are fake, it’s only a matter of time until they realize that the girls are made up too. That leads them right to us since we processed them and got the commission.”
Tom glowered and then took the second shot of scotch he had poured for Tyler and drank it himself.
“Doesn’t prove anything.”
Tyler wanted to scream. The idiot did not understand the situation.
“Tom. They don’t need proof. They’ll follow the money and when they realize we conned them out of the commission money, we’re dead.”
Tom was silent. Looking into his empty glass. Tyler again felt the need to scream. Security was probably already on the way up.
“What happened to the security feed? Do they know about the others?”
Tyler shook his head. The other four rooms with the forged Sissy accounts were still on line, all with looped feeds of nondescript blonde sissies making out and sleeping together. Tyler made sure that all five rooms rotated the fake accounts throughout the week, so that there was no reason for suspicion. Some general grade book and inspection manipulation made it so that the corporation never even knew that there were ten imaginary sissies in the system. Once a month, he would add the Sissy to one of the bulk sale manifests. If anyone ever caught on, it would be a clerical error and the foreign clients that bought Sissies in bulk for their prostitution rings, seldom ever actually looked at the paperwork. This let Tyler and Tom bring in a new fake Sissy to replace the fake one they just got rid of and get a new extra commission each month. At 50K a commission, it added up quick.
Except… now…
…now they were fucked.
“So only the one feed went down.” Tom tapped the glass with his finger, his brain working.
“Yeah.” Tyler bit his lip and trying to fight the panic attack coursing through his body.
“So seems to me, we just need to convince them that the Sissies that are supposed to be in the room, were taken somewhere else.”
“How do we do that, Tom?”
Tom smiled. It was not a pleasant smile.
“I have an idea…”
CHAPTER 7
“I don’t fucking know.”
The woman standing over him no doubt scared the Sissies around this place, but Jackson found her presence and demeanor annoying.
If you want to hate men, fine…. then don’t hire them. Otherwise, at least behave politely.
The thought flickered through his head. It would never be something he voiced out loud, but not for the first time thoughts went through his head about how fucked up this place was. The women hired were always done so because they could dominate. The thing was, they did not tend to discriminate between Sissies and the rest of them. It always made things more tense than it needed to be. He wished Michael would come back and at least be in the room.
The silent red alarm light flashed with a steady rhythm, letting everyone in the division know that they were in lock-down. They had not yet moved it to the whole building, but that would only be a matter of time if the ‘subjects’ weren’t found. The strobe like effect made his existing headache that much worse.
“Show me.”
Jackson rolled his eyes and scrolled the dial back through the footage. The severed feed suddenly became a long shot of two sissy blondes making out and humping each other like bunnies. The camera shot was too far away and angled wrong to make out features. As with most of the camera feeds, it was focused on the fake tits and asses, which did little to distinguish the ‘girls’ from each other.
The feed played through until the feed cut.
“…and then you went down there?”
Jackson nodded. Here it came. She was going to try to make this his fault. Fucking man-hating bitch.
“Yes. And like I said, the room was empty… not just empty. Untouched. Bed made, no lingering smell of sissy arousal…. There is no sign of either of them in the hallways that night going into the room.”
The woman growled.
…she literally just growled…
The thought almost made Jackson chuckle out loud, but he felt it prudent to hold it back.
“So what do YOU think happened?” Her voice was cold and distant.
“Here it comes,” Jackson thought. “Here is where they look to cover their asses and just decide to blame it on me.”
Jackson shook his head. He would be damned if he let them turn him into one of the sissy cock-suckers down there, especially from something that was obviously a set-up.
He stood up, turning towards the woman. There was no denying how attractive she was. The tight top with the black leather coat and matching pants. She was like a dominatrix wet-dream. Definitely not his type. He liked the ditzy blondes. Even still, he could see the appeal.
If only she wasn’t one of the man-hating bitches…
He took a step away from the desk, letting himself puzzle it out.
“I think… “ he started before turning back to face her while talking. Only an idiot would turn his back on this woman.
…that’s how you end up in one of the belts around here…
“I think someone is pulling a fast one on us. I would be willing to bet that the techs are going to find a redirect on the camera in that room that is just looping footage from another room.”
The woman nodded and crossed her arms waiting for him to continue.
“The footage of the two sissies seems intentional…. Just enough to not draw attention, but not detailed enough to show any real identification. It all points to an inside job. Someone snuck the Sissies that were supposed to be in that room and took them somewhere else.”
The woman stared at him in silence.
“Yep. Here it comes.” Jackson thought, bracing himself for the inevitable. His adrenaline surged, preparing for a fight against this amazon bitch.
The silence went on a moment too long.
“I agree,” the woman said nodding. She sat at his terminal and scrolled the camera feed back to the footage. “Look… They’re both wearing the panties we phased out last month. These sluts were not here last night.”
She turned to look at him.
“I need names. Both the Sissies and their Sponsors.”
He was still a little stunned. The infamous Miss Trise had just agreed with him. He had been so ready for a fight that it almost did not compute.
“Already on it. The room was assigned to Mandy Minx and Barbie Beaver.”
“Stupid names.”
“Yeah.”
She sighed turning back to the computer and rewinding the footage again.
“Both were sent here by a Miss Angela Foster. She has been sending us an acquisition roughly once a month for a few years now.”
She spun slowly in her chair to look at him again.
“Once a month?”
He nodded. “Yeah. I thought that was odd too.”
She spun back around, watching footage from the night before.
“So two nights ago, there were different sissies in that room.”
He nodded, but realized her back was to him, so added a ‘Yeah”.
“And they are accounted for?”
He smiled. She was following the exact pattern he had done.
“Yes. Larissa Kopafeel and Krystal Lickslocks. Currently in lockdown in 457.”
She shook her head, clicking over to the master camera feed. “…these names…”
He chuckled without even realizing it.
“What room were Minx and Beaver in last night?”
“315.”
“Did you check the footage.”
“That was my next step. I was logging into the feed as you got here.”
“Good.” She smiled and clicked to the 315 camera, scrolling it back to the previous entry.
She turned and looked at him again and he smiled.
“See what I see?”
He nodded.
“Same footage.” They said softly together.
“You thinking what I’m thinking?” She stood up moving towards him.
“Fake Sissy acquisitions.”
“Yep.” She stretched, cracking her neck and then moved to the door. She stopped just short turning back towards him.
“Well? What are you waiting for?” Miss Trise nodded her head towards the door. “Let’s go tell the brass and then find the fuckers that tried to pull this shit.”
He smiled and nodded. Maybe she wasn’t the man-hating bitch he thought she was.
Together they walked out the door and down the hall towards the head office.
CHAPTER 8
“I don’t know about this…”
Larry looked at his beautiful wife and sighed. He knew it was going to be a hard sell to get her to actually go through with the weekend seminar.
“I told you,” he said in his calmest and most soothing voice, “…it will be like a nice spa weekend. You’ll get a nice relaxing weekend and it’s just a few silly classes and games where they’ll show you exactly what to do. It’ll just make our stuff at home that much more fun.”
He had shown her the brochure. How was she not getting this?
Sydney nibbled her lip, her pen no longer filling out the paperwork. Her big, beautiful blue eyes looked over at him.
“I just… “ her eyes blinked, her long eyelashes practically creating tornados. “… I just wish we could do it together.”
Larry fought back the eye roll.
If he were part of the dominant class, then he would know all the ‘tricks’ to being a better dominant and they would not be as much fun for him to experience when she tried them. Not to mention, it would ruin his plan for an entire weekend at home dressing up in his favorite maid outfit with no interruptions.
“If only…” he said half-heartedly, his mind drifting to the thoughts of chastity and frilly lingerie that awaited him at home, as soon as he could get her to finish the paper work and leave her here.
She nibbled her lip again as she went back to reading the paperwork. Shaking her head, she smiled and continued filling out the form.
Larry let his eyes wander over to the secretary behind the desk. She was sucking on a lollipop, seemingly oblivious to the spectacle she was creating with her large, and very pouty, lips. Every male eye in the place was sneaking glances at her as she casually slid it past her lips and then back out again. The girl was the textbook definition of ‘cock-tease’, in her short mini skirt and tight white blouse. The over-sized buttons on the front were fighting a losing battle as the large protrusions behind them jiggled and jostled as if trying to break free.
Larry crossed his legs and adjusted himself as subtly as he could, squinting to see the name on the girl’s nametag.
“A. Tease”
He snickered. The girl must have had a joke played on her by the guy making name tags.
Sydney glanced over at him and he shifted again.
“What?” She asked, looking at his smirk.
He smiled back, glancing down at her papers. She was at least a few more pages into the ridiculously long sign-up form.
“Oh, nothing. Almost done?”
She smiled at him. It was her cute and playful smile. “Almost.”
“Thank god,” he thought. She was obviously warming to the idea of the long weekend here. He just wanted it done. He was ABSOLUTELY going to fantasize about being the busty-looking bimbo behind the desk when he got home. He even had a mini-skirt and stockings that might work for the ensemble in a pinch.
“Although there is not enough bra-stuffing in the world to match her tits,” he thought with another grin.
He was lost, unapologetically staring at the secretary when she finally capped the pen and sat up straight.
“All done!” She said with a musical sing-song that made him smile. He was so lucky to have a girl like her. Pretty, sweet and willing to try to learn how to make his fantasies better. Even better, it was almost time for him to get going and begin his weekend of feminine fantasy at home by himself!
“Excellent,” he said, standing just a little too quick. As he did, he became aware of the lump in his pants. He shifted around, hoping Sydney didn’t notice.
With a spring in his step, he escorted his wife back over to the desk with the buxom secretary. She popped the lollipop from her plump lips with a ‘pop’.
“All done?” She asked in a musical lilt that made her sound like a teenager.
“All done,” Sydney said, pushing the clipboard across the desk to the girl. She took it without a second glance and then pushed a couple of buttons on the screen behind the desk.
“It looks like your tour is supposed to be with Mr. John Maddix, but he is running a bit behind. Mr. Tom King is filling in to show you both around the facility. I’ve let him know you are ready. He should be down shortly.”
“Thank you,” Sydney said pleasantly. Larry shook his head.
“Yeah.. thank you… but I don’t see why I need to be part of the…”
Sydney nibbled her lip and leaned up to whisper in his ear.
“I did something.”
Her breath tickled and he shivered as it made the hairs on his neck stand up.
He looked at her, at the blonde bimbo behind the desk, and then back at his lovely wife.
“What did you do?”
CHAPTER 9
Tyler followed behind Tom as he threw open the door and bellowed Mercy’s name. The man was a Neanderthal and Tyler once again regretted ever involving him in his little side-hustle.
Mercy popped up from her desk like a prairie dog, with wide eyes and a slightly worried expression that all of the Sissies in this place tended to have. There was a slight wet sound as she stood up, no doubt from her chair. Her hands snuck up under her tiny skirt to adjust her underwear.
“Yes Sir,” she said in her dumb, bimbo voice, “How may I make your day better?”
“Agenda,” Tom barked at her even as he moved over towards her desk. Tyler felt the jealousy monster flare up inside of him again. Mercy never popped to attention for him that way.
“Yes, Sir.” The blonde ditz fumbled with her dayplanner, her long nails making it a struggle to flip through the pages. “You’re covering for Mr. Maddix with a new Mistress Training Applicant in just a few minutes. You have me penciled in to help you during your morning brainstorm time…”. Her face blushes with an adorable pink that made Tyler’s jealousy flare further. There was NO question that his ‘brainstorm’ time was just code for another morning quickie. The man was an animal. He literally had JUST used her.
“….and then you teach back to back classes… Punishment Positions and DT Training, and then an acquisition initiation after lunch.”
“Perfect,” Tom said, smacking the girl on her jiggly backside. She squealed with the practiced ‘little girl voice’ that all the secretaries are taught. “Move some stuff around and get me a second acquisition after that. Call Maddix’s bimbo and have her shift one to me. He owes me that shit for covering for him this morning. And clear Tyler’s schedule for the day.”
Tyler started to protest, but Tom waved at him with a dismissive hand. It infuriated him. The man was not his boss. And yet, he had just cleared his schedule to deal with this fuckup.
Granted, he did need to clear it. They had to figure out a way out of this mess.
“Yes, Sir,” Mercy squeaked, instantly sliding onto her secretary chair with a moan. Tyler watched her face, knowing her chair was one of the new ‘training’ chairs. Equipped with a protrusion, each time the girl sat, she had to lower herself down onto a training plug. Shaped anatomically correct, just sitting made the girl have to impale herself on the cock to sit and work.
While watching her sit was tremendously erotic, it also made his heart sink a little each time as there was no denying that the chair was better endowed than he was.
“No wonder she can’t feel if I’m in her.” He thought wryly.
Tom wasn’t even paying attention to the degrading activity the Sissy secretary was going through. He was already plotting and planning.
“All you have to do is stall them, Ty,” he said with a cocky grin, “I’ll onboard the two acquisitions this afternoon, shift things around and give them the names of our current problems. Bing bang boom!”
Tyler tried to shush him while he was talking, but Tom was having none of it, oblivious to the fact that he was laying out plans out here in the open… and in front of Mercy.
“Will you keep it down…Not out here…” Tyler hissed. He eyed the bimbo behind the desk, but she seemed occupied trying to work the phone, while shifting and squirming on the thing up inside of her.
Tom rolled his eyes and stormed back into his office, Tyler once again following behind.
“You gotta fucking relax, T. You look all nervous and squirrelly. It’s going to make people suspicious that you’re up to something.”
Tyler shut the door, anger boiling. The meathead did not understand.
“If that Bimbo hears the situation, she might tell someone.”
Tom laughed.
“That Bimbo can’t think her way out of a paper bag, and if she tries anything I’ll fuck her silly again.”
Tyler fumed.
“You can’t just turn new acquisitions into the missing ones.”
Tom laughed with a shrug.
“Why the hell not? All the new Sissies look the same.”
Tyler wanted to punch him in his cocky, smug face. The meathead just did not understand.
“The new ones have Sponsors, Tom. They’ve already been through the Acquisitions Team. There’s a record. I can’t make that go away. We need to snag them before they’re on the books.”
Tom stepped towards him, towering over Tyler with a threatening look.
“So what’s your idea, brainiac? This is your shitstorm. And I don’t see you offering any solutions.”
Tyler stepped back. He hated that the man could intimidate and loom over him like that.
“Tom, I can’t just…”
Tom’s smart watch went off and as he tapped it, Mercy’s voice rang out.
“Like, Ashley says your Mistress Training applicant is here, Mr. King.” Even over the tinny, watch speakers, her voice left no doubt she was a bimbo ditz.
“Tell her I’ll be down in just a minute,” Tom barked into the watch, but as he turned back to Tyler, Mercy’s voice came out again.
“There’s um… sir… she says the husband was signed up for… um… Mistress training too.”
Tom looked at Tyler with a quizzical look. Tyler shrugged, just as confused.
“The husband wants Mistress training?” Tom confirmed, holding his watch to his face.
“Yeah… Um, like, Ashley says the wife is pretty clingy and signed him up for the weekend seminar with her.”
Tyler could see the wheels moving in Tom’s head. They were not fast moving wheels was the problem.
“Is this the blonde, hot-wife that Maddix pawned on me?”
“Yes, Sir.”
Tom smiled at Tyler.
“She’s a fucking fox, man. John sent me her pic this morning. Fucking wet-dream.”
Tyler rolled his eyes. He was working with a fucking penis with legs.
“Any idea what the husband looks like?,” Tom asked into his watch. “Call your ditzy friend in the lobby and ask, real quick.”
“Yes Sir.”
Tom paced behind his desk, digging through the drawers.
“So new plan… This blonde bitch downstairs is a weekend student in Mistress classes. That means she’s milk-toast. One look at my cock and I’ll have her as a mewling bimbo bitch by lunch. If her husband is the right type…”
Tyler was already nodding.
“Yes. We just have to say they changed their mind and left… and we register them as our missing sluts.”
Tom nodded, pulling out a half full bottle of scotch and a couple of glasses.
“We’ll need to make sure there are no family members, connections…”
“Yeah, I’ll have to scrub their backgrounds. Work, family… And we’ll have to get them signed up over the made up Sponsors that I created for our fake bimbos. There may be complications…”
Tom handed a glass of scotch to Tyler and held his up in a toast.
“Then fix them.”
Tyler looked at the drink. He hated scotch, but male pride dictated that he take the shot. Besides, maybe it would steady his nerves.
He downed the brown liquid, forcing himself to swallow it. It almost made him gag and he shivered as the liquid travelled through him.
“They’re not subs, though,” Tyler said, his voice a little hoarse from the drink. “Think that’ll be a problem?”
“Let me worry about that,” Tom said, downing his own shot. “Assuming the husband is the type of guy that normally sends wives to this training… it won’t be a problem.”
Tyler nodded. “A sissy wannabe.”
Tom nodded. “Exactly. He’ll be a blonde Sissy bitch just like his wife. And then we’ll have our two missing Bimbos to show to security. Eyes off of us.”
The watch beeped again.
“Mr. King, sir. Like, um, Ashley says he is cute like a little puppydog.”
Tom locked eyes with Tyler and smiled.
“Perfect.” He put down his glass and spoke to his watch. “Tell them I’ll be right down.”
Tyler felt like his heart might burst from his chest. They might get away with this, but there were so many variables of doing this on the fly. And Tom… Tom was not the most careful… or the most clever.
“We gotta get them into the system somehow without the cameras seeing.”
Tom nodded.
“Loading dock 3C is right by the initiation rooms. We’ll skip the acquisition team and that’ll muddy the waters. I can hack in and kill the cameras on the loading dock and hallway and then make sure the loading dock door is digitally unlocked. You’ll just have to message me and I’ll make it happen. There’s not time to do a camera loop, so the cameras will just go dead for a moment.. you’ll have to be quick.”
Tyler was pacing now. He hated doing this on the fly.
“I’ll have to do it from my office. But you’ll need someone down there to manually open the door. It’ll be digitally unlocked, but it still requires someone to push the bar.”
Tom was already throwing on his suit jacket.
“We’ll send Mercy.”
Tyler stopped him with a hand on his chest as he stormed towards the door.
“Tom. We can’t send a Sissy to open an outside door! A door that is unlocked! What if she…”
Tom looked down at Tyler’s hand holding him back. Tyler pulled his hand back at the look that was being given to him.
“You really want to worry about company protocol now, Ty?”
Tyler felt like he was going to pass out. The world was spinning. If their scheme came out, he was certain the company would make sure he was never seen or heard from again. More than anything, he hated that he was trapped with an alpha-male meathead as a partner in this. It would take a miracle for this to work, especially if they had to rely on their shared Bimbo secretary.
“We gotta go,” Tom growled. “Get ready to black out those cameras.”
Tom was out the door already bellowing at the girl again.
“Come on, slut. We have a special job for you today. Mr. Compston will fill you in. Move that fat ass, slut. We’re on a time-table.”
Mercy squealed, hopping up out of her impaling chair with a ‘squish’ sound and scampering around the desk in her high heels, trying to fix her panties back.
Tyler looked at the vapid, blank expression on her face and found his heart sinking.
All of their hopes of success with this revolved around sneaking the two hapless rubes in the lobby through the back door. The back door that this bimbo had to open.
He laughed wryly.
They were literally at Mercy's mercy.
CHAPTER 10
“Wonderful to meet both of you!”
Larry instantly disliked the man.
He had that smarmy, alpha male swagger that made Larry want to punch him in the face. Watching the man shake Sydney’s hand and then pull her in for a kiss on the cheek was too much. Watching her blush and giggle at the handsome man’s attention made his whole body tingle with an uncomfortable itch.
“And you must be the husband,” the man said looking over at Larry. There was no handshake, only a vague sound of mocking in the word ‘husband’. “Barry is it?”
“It’s Larry…” he stammered, but the man was not listening, already having shifted his attention back to Sydney.
“Tom King, Accounts Manager and Acquisitions. I am so sorry that John could not be here today, so I’m afraid you will have to settle for me.”
Larry frowned at being ignored…and frowned harder at the laugh and wink that the man gave his wife.
“So, we are here for the weekend course in…” Larry started, trying to regain some control.
“Let me show you around,” Mr. King said ignoring Larry completely.
Larry fumed. The man had just winked at his wife. He already had his hand on Sydney’s arm, gently escorting her away from the front desk. Annoyed, he trailed behind them, feeling all the world like a puppy. He did not care for this feeling.
“It’s a lovely facility, Mr. King,” Sydney said, as if suddenly noticing the expansive lobby after having been sitting in it for half an hour. Larry knew she was just trying to be complimentary, but why did she not see that with a man like this, it would appear that she were flirting?
“We like it,” the man laughed. “How about I give you a little tour behind the scenes if you will?”
The hand holding her elbow slid up to her arm. She smiled. Larry’s blood boiled. This asshole was touching his wife… and worse, she seemed to be almost… enjoying it.
“Sounds lovely.” Sydney said with almost a giggle in her voice.
“I’m afraid our elevator is on the fritz this morning,” the man said to her, still barely even including Larry in the conversation. “So we are actually going to have to take a quick stroll around the facility and go in the super, secret back way.”
His voice took on a fun and playful conspiratorial tone that Larry’s wife mimicked.
“Oooh, exciting. Lead on, Mr. King. We are right behind you.”
“Excellent. Right this way.”
He was escorting her again, leaving Larry to trail behind them awkwardly. He just wanted to go home. Go home, dress up and jerk off, feeling all feminine and sexy. But she had signed him up for this “Mistress Training” weekend. What a joke that was! Even worse, there was no way he was going to leave her here unsupervised with this tom-cat that was all over her.
“Why are we even talking to him?” Larry wondered. “What is that all about?” He had assumed that Mistress Training would be taught by women. Dominant women, in thigh high boots… with crops and corsets and…
Larry’s mind wandered to his sexual fantasy, imagining his beautiful, blonde wife in a similar outfit, holding his leash… He was so lost in thought that he bumped into the larger figure of Mr. King as he stopped in front of the door. He bounced off the larger man, almost falling on his ass.
Mr. King did not seem to even notice that Larry had crashed into him.
“Tom, I need to talk to you…” A somewhat frazzled looking woman had stepped in their path. She ignored both Sydney and Larry, frantically trying to pull Mr. King to the side for a conversation.
“Excuse me,” Mr. King said pleasantly to Sydney before rounding on the frazzled woman, “Tonya, now is not a good time to…”
“You’ve got to help me, I think she knows…”
The woman’s voice was a hissed whisper and spoken so fast you could almost not hear it. Mr. King stopped her with a gesture.
“Excuse us please, I’ll be just a moment.” Mr. King, grabbed the arm of the frantic woman and pulled her to the side out of hearing. Their conversation looked intense.
Larry took the opportunity to confront his wife. He put his hand on her arm much the same way Mr. King had done moments ago. The reaction was very different. A look of surprise, annoyance and an annoyed pull away.
“Larry, stop it.”
“What are you doing?”
Sydney smiled at him with a quizzical look, completely oblivious to why he was upset.
“What?”
“Please. He is absolutely flirting with you.”
“Mr. King?”
“Yes, Mr. King.”
“That’s his job. He’s selling the program, silly.”
“Whatever,” Larry scowled. “You don’t have to flirt back with him though.”
“What are you talking about!” Sydney pouted, her arms crossing. “I wasn’t flirting with him.”
“Lead on, Mr. King. We are right behind you…” Larry said in a mocking high voice adding a little giggle at the end.
“I don’t sound like that.” Sydney said. Larry stopped himself. Her expression was hurt and he could see the beginnings of a tear storm coming.
“Look, just…”. He started.
“I was just being nice,” she said in her pouty voice. There was something else there, too… just a hint of anger. “I didn’t even want to do this weekend… I’m doing this for you… so if you’re going to be like that…”
“I’m just saying that…”
“I don’t even want a tour of the stupid building,” Larry could almost see the storm cloud forming over her head. Sydney seldom got angry, but when she did…
“Syd, listen, I’m sorry, it’s just…”
“Just what?” She asked, her eyes locking onto his.
He stammered. He hated when they fought. He always felt stupid. Even now, he was not sure how this had escalated so quickly.
“Just… well… it’s… ,” he scrambled, trying to think of a way to fix things. “It’s just… It’s a weekend about learning to be more dominant. To say what you want.”
“…and?” Her eyes still bored holes into him, her arms crossed.
“… so say what you want. If you want to go right to your room, just say it. You don’t have to put up with douchebags like him.”
He realized his mistake after he said it. She hated when he was vulgar. And the word ‘douchebag’ made her already angry stare, darken.
“Fine.”
It was one word from her mouth. Short, curt and cold. Larry breathed in and out, frustrated. He tried to put his hand on her arm again and she shrugged it off.
“Sydney…”.
He kept his voice soft. He had to make this right. He had to fix this before…
“Sorry about that…” Mr. King said moving back towards them. The woman he had been talking to was hurrying away back into the offices. “Just a little time sensitive issue. Always bustling around here in the mornings. Shall we?”
He gestured towards the doors, before actually looking at Sydney’s face and seeing her expression.
“I’m sorry, Mr. King. I have a bit of a headache and would like to go to my room for a bit. Can you please point me in the right direction?”
“Oh.” Mr. King’s face darkened for a second. Despite Larry’s worry over his wife’s disposition, he was pleased to see the douchebag’s plans disrupted.
“Heh. No more flirting for you, MISTER King…” he thought, hiding a smile.
“I’m sorry to hear you have a headache, Mrs. Waltz. I’m afraid we at least have to get you checked in downstairs before you can…”. He put his hand back on her arm. She did not pull away. Larry’s smile faded.
How is he manipulating her so easily?
Her hand touched his shoulder and she shook her head.
“I’m afraid that will have to wait until after I go to my room and rest. Perhaps after lunch.”
Larry’s smile returned. The douchebag actually looked flustered and upset.
“Thatta girl, Sydney. No more flirting with my wife for YOU, douchebag.”
“…but,” Mr. King’s voice had a slight edge of urgency to it, “… it will only take a minute, and I’m afraid we have to get you into our system before you can…”
She cut him off with a pat on his arm and stepped away.
“I’m sure my.. husband… can get all of that taken care of. Larry, go with him and do whatever silly things need to be done. I’ll be up in the room when you’re done.”
She turned away, her heels clicking towards the front desk again.
“It was a pleasure meeting you, Mr. King. Thank you for your time.”
They both watched her go. Both of them feeling a sense of worry and frustration.
The larger man sighed looking at Larry.
“Alright,” Tom mumbled to himself, his eyes still watching the very nice ass swishing away towards the front desk. “That changes things a bit. I guess we make this up as we go.”
He turned towards the husband.
“Can we hurry, please,” Larry said perturbed at being stuck with the douchebag and worried about how to salvage Sydney’s mood. “I would like to go to my room as well.”
“Don’t worry,” Mr. King said holding the door open for Larry. “This won’t take long.”