A Meeting with the CEO

    Mistress Louise sat across the room with the confident air of a high-powered executive.  She was a study elegance and authority.  She had called the meeting with Her personal assistant and slave to discuss his performance, which had recently been below standard.  She had noticed him, more than once, staring at some of the women across the hall in the accounting office.  he was hired to focus on her and it was high time he learned a lesson.                            

   he knocked nervously and was called in.  She told him to remove his clothes; he would be more vulnerable that way.  As he undressed, She noticed that he was wearing panties and hose under his trousers.  Not only that, but they were unflattering and plain.                                                                                                                                      

  “And just what is the meaning of those?”  She asked sternly as She walked over and pulled at the bulky flesh colored waistband.  “It seems that you are trying to become a sissy slut without my permission!  Is this why you’ve been distracted from your work lately?”

    There was a pause, “i think so Ma’am,” he answered timidly.

    “you think so!”  She retorted.  Her stern glare made him tremble.  She stood inches from him, invading his facial aura and he knew then that he would have to pay dearly for his sluttish behavior.

    She walked briskly over to Her desk and returned with a pair of scissors in Her hand.  he was confused and a myriad of frightening scenarios flashed through his mind.

    “We’ll just have to remove those ugly garments, won’t we?”  She mocked as She began snipping the pantyhose off, first the legs, then the waistband.  Then She gathered the back of his panties and jerked them up high into the crack of his ass.  It made them tight and uncomfortable and exposed his clean white cheeks.  he caught his breath as She gave each cheek a few firm slaps.  “There’ll be plenty more where those came from,” She assured him smugly.  Try as he might, he could not suppress his arousal and Her keen eye soon noticed the telltale bulge that was growing in the front of his panties.  he know that even the slightest hint of an erection, without Her consent, would meet with disapproval.  Punishment was unavoidable.  Mistress Louise, extremely adept with CBT ropes, smiled cunningly and proceeded to snip a hole, as he stood there exposed and self-conscious.  She referred to his now limp penis as a useless over grown clitoris and proceeded to cut his panties off completely.

    “Recite House Rule #7,” She demanded as She gave his trembling buttocks a few more slaps.

    “Every slave should be fucked by a woman,” he answered nervously.  he had learned the hard way; to be in Her presence and not know the House Rules was a grave mistake.  “Very good!” She replied.  “It seems that my new ‘sissy slut’ had done her homework.”  She turned to the counter and picked up a butt plug and some lube, ordering him to lie on the floor, on his back with his legs in the air.  he obeyed.  he looked up from the carpet at Her beautiful sculptured legs; they seemed to go on forever.  She stood there just long enough to taunt him.  Then, knelt over him, pushing down and completely smothering his face with Her panty-covered ass.  With his legs pinned back under Her arms, She teased his tight light pussy ass with the lubed plug before inserting it all the way.  he groaned quietly at the penetration.

    “This will prepare you for Rule #7,” She said as She stood up.  “Now get up and squeeze that plug in place until I have these ropes tied.”  he got up: still savoring the warm scents that his Mistress had allowed him to breathe.  She masterfully maneuvered a light rope that combined a snug thong type girdle with some creative and restrictive CBT.

    “Now it’s time to dress you in something a little more appealing so that you’ll look like the true sissy slut that you are.”  The rope around his partially flaccid cock and balls nagged wickedly as he heard Her words, ‘true sissy slut that you are.’

   She proceeded to dress him in black lace-top garter hose, a frilly bra (with inserts) and a matching thong followed by a pair of pumps.  She contemplated bright lipstick but changed Her mind, deciding rather on a curly blonde wig and chiffon scarf as the finishing touch.  She stood back to admire Her handiwork.  “I think we’ll call you melissa, which, if you’re wondering, stands for ‘My Exposed Little Impotent sissy slut Assistant.”  he marveled at Her mental aptitude and threw himself further into the world of submission.

   “Now walk around and model your new lingerie for Me.  I should show off to the girls in the front office.  Dominique and Jean would love to get their hands on you.”  The thought was frightening but is She ordered it, to disobey was not an option. 

   “It’s time for some foot worship.”  She said firmly, “First My feet and then you may worship My legs!”

   “Thank you, Ma’am,” he replied gratefully.  he began to kiss and lick her elegant heeled shoes then moved gingerly to Her ankles.  As he kissed them, Her legs felt like those of a sculptured Goddess.  Maybe She would allow him to breath the scent of Her panties again.  Just maybe…his thoughts were interrupted.

   “While you’re down there, tell Me what you are.”  She commanded.  There was a pause.  “A sissy slut Ma’am.”

   “In more detail!”  She ordered.

   “A horny little sissy slut, Ma’am.”  Clearly She wasn’t satisfied.

   “Be more descriptive!  I want more detail, so you’ll remember why you are down there!” 

   (Another pause).

   “A horny filthy minded little slut who dreams every day of humbly serving you, smelling your used panties and tasting your beautiful golden nectar, Ma’am.”

   “That’s more like it!”  She said, as She forced his face against the gusset of Her panties.

   “From now on, while you’re at work you will focus on Me and My Needs Alone.  I own you!  Do you understand Me, melissa!”

   “Yes Ma’am,” came a muffled reply.

   “Anyway, it’s time for the spanking I promised you.  I haven’t seen your cheeks bright pink in a while.  Bet over My knees!”

   his lacy thong offered little protection from the steady volley of hand slaps that She began to deliver.  The first few were delicious, then they began to sting and he felt his cheeks getting hotter and hotter.  She paused occasionally like an artist would, to survey Her canvas.  Then added more ‘pink’ in places.  he started to whimper and buck his pelvis and She knew that the message was getting home.  Total submission was close at hand.  She stopped and told him to stand up.  he was close to tears and thanked Her for what he deserved.

   She ordered him to the slave’s bathroom to remove the plug and return immediately.  She had in the meantime chosen Her strap-on.  It was on the small side, She contemplated with some disappointment, but that would change with future training.

   When he returned, She ordered him to his knees in front of Her.  Kneeling down in a bra and panties and sucking a strap-on was something every male should before being fucked by Superior Woman.  She looked down and savored the moment, slapping his hungry mouth with her stiff shiny weapon.

     “Now bend over that table.”  She jerked his panties down and he felt cold lube gel drip between his bright pink cheeks.  She began to probe and tease until he was begging Her for it.  She drove her ‘cock’ in all the way; held it there a while then withdrew it slowly and stepped back.  Deprivation was a cruel and useful trump card.  She mused at Her pathetic little slut squirming and pleading for more.  “Be careful what you wish for,” She warned as a devious idea began to gel in Her mind.

   “That is it!” She snapped.  “Until you have proved you are worthy of more!”  She had also felt the pressure of Her bladder against Her strap-on.  It was time to drench him and why should She have to wait.  “Pull your panties up take the wig off and go to the slave’s bathroom,” She instructed.  She followed close behind him.  She removed the CBT ropes and told him to lie on his back in the bathtub while She prepared Herself.  As he lay there, She stood above him, releasing Her hot golden juice all over his panties and stomach.  he arched his back up to receive the gush of warm liquid gold.  With a bottle filled earlier that morning, She drenched the rest of him, splashing his face and bra and ordering him to open his mouth.

   his lesson for the day was drawing to a close.  She finally allowed him to touch himself and within seconds he shot a few pathetic streams of come over his stomach.  his climax was intense then began to quiet down.  She was relentless though, making him dip his fingers in it and lick them.  She looked down pleasurably at Melissa; the epitome of a horny, submissive, dripping wet sissy slut.

   Before She left the bathroom, She broke the news to him.

   “Now get showered, cleaned up and dressed in fresh clean lingerie.  I’m going to supper at a girlfriend’s house and you are coming with Me!!  One thing Mistress Bianca loves is playing with sissy sluts and when the two of Us get together We can be extremely dangerous!  You have two hours to be ready.”  Is this what She had meant when She said earlier, ‘be careful what you wish for?’  She abruptly left.

   he lay there, trying to recover form the events of that ‘meeting with the CEO’ and also focus on what She had just told him.  Fear, confusion, excitement and discomfort flooded his mind.  One thing was for sure, he had tasted ‘glorious humiliation’ at the hands of Mistress Louise and he would yearn for the chance to taste it again!