Corporate Downsizing
He was brought in as an efficiency expert.  His solution, fire everyone.  But he saw something in a beautiful, young protégé who was willing to do ANYTHING for him.  Perhaps she learned too well about downsizing.
Castration!  CBT! 
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Brad's New Mistress

By Dx

Copyrighted 1997, 2/2025 all rights reserved.

 Brad winced as the crop lashed his nipple with a stinging welt. Pain racked his chest in layers, its warmth feeling its way into his heart, down his spine and out of his erect body in invisible sparks.

 His mistress flicked her crop again against the nipple, counting aloud: "48!" 

 Brad whimpered as sweat rolled steadily down his body. The iron shackles holding him to the x-frame dug cruelly into his skin. His lips trembled as spittle slipped from his mouth. A peanut was perched precariously between his teeth. He could hear the shout of "49!" as his blistered nipple shuddered against another skillful blow. A cry escaped his throat.

 One more, he chanted to himself, one more.

 Surely his nipples were cracked and bleeding.  She must have gone over board this time. Brad tried to force the idea from his mind and concentrate on the peanut in his teeth, but he knew what ever damage she had done, he would not be able to hide.

 "50!" 

 The last blow fell with a whistling snap and landed on target to Brad's inflamed nipple with an unequaled force, re-awakening pain numbed nerves and sending them into overload. Brad felt the tiny, fragile peanut shatter in his mouth.

 "You almost made it." Her voice, purring, cooing, flowing like syrup into his ear. "Your punishment is fifty more."

 "Please..." Brad whimpered, gasping. "My, my wife will..." Brad realized his mistake. He had mentioned the marks in last week's session. He had told his mistress that it was getting harder and harder to hide them from his unsuspecting wife.

 In response mistress whipped him harder, clamped his balls and nipples and laid into them with a tawse, screaming that he only had one mistress and he had better choose. 

 Brad trembled, feeling he was about to suffer, horribly.

 But this time, instead of fire and brimstone, she smiled, tenderly, sweetly, her eyes casting their spells of light. "But isn't that what you paid for?" She laid a leather clad finger on his raging erection. "I believe it is." Her finger circled about his loins, feeling his scrotum, moving the testicles about in their sack while pre-cum fluid oozed from his cock. “You're paying for the privilege of serving me. You are here for my pleasure, not yours. I think you've forgotten that. You can find a hundred mistresses to flog you like a dog, but not like I can." 

 The crop lashed suddenly at his engorged cock sending a rippling pain through him. Her arm was a blur as the crop lashed again and again. Brad screamed as his mind paraded images that he was being stroked with a plume of fire. He closed his eyes as he could feel the brimming orgasm within him push for release.

 She stopped suddenly, touching his raging member with her cold finger tips. "I don't want a slave who thinks me as his employee, telling me when to start and stop. I want a slave who will devote his body to me, his soul..." She let the thought trickle as she slipped the hot flange of the crop gently against the underside skin of his cock. "Give this to me." She whispered. "Do you want only one mistress? Then pledge your cock to me, so that I may own it and do with it as I please."

 She gripped his cock in her hand and felt its seizing twitch. Brad was drunk with pain, mad with pleasure, he had yet to cum and she wasn't going to let him. He forgot his wife and forgot his marriage as his hips thrust into her palm. "Yes my mistress!" He panted wildly. "I pledge my cock, my balls, to you to do as you please!"

 Her crop fell again, this time against the underside of his penis while her hand clutched the glands. Within seconds he spewed like a fountain. 

 He felt not pain, not guilt, only ecstasy.

 As his orgasm subsided, he looked up with blurry eyes at his mistress as she reached up to him and forced a large ball gag into his mouth and strap it closed. His addled mind wondered why she wasn't freeing him, why the session wasn't over.

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First night forever.

By DX

Copyrighted 12/2000, 1/2025, all rights reserved.

 Roberta checked her appearance in the hall mirror.  She made sure her little cap was properly pinned to her hair, and that her latex uniform was properly shinned.  

 Mistress was a stickler for appearance.  

 Roberta looked closely at the sparkling chrome plate that was bolted onto her lower face and checked for smudges.  It was seamless, and perfectly sealed her mouth.

 She tugged on the way to short skirt to pull the wrinkles out of her black latex maid's uniform, almost causing her heavy breasts to pop out of the already strained corset.  

 As her springy boobs bounced back up, her eyes couldn't help but notice the flash of steel when her skit hiked up and showed the plate that obscured her genitals.  

 A flawless chastity device, permanent and complete.  

 Her hand was drawn to it.  She touched its cold, smooth surface, an absolute barrier preventing any stimulation, while hiding her true identity.

 When so long ago it Roberta used to be Robert, and the first night of his chastisement.

 Robert felt the vodka slide down into him like a warm, fiery oil.  "Oh, Candice!  That’s what the doctor ordered."  He moaned as he sipped, while his wife's delicate hands helped him take his wet trench coat off.  She had met him at the door, her hair down, her makeup done right, wearing a most provocative red dress that was illegal to wear in public in several States.

 She kissed him with a slow bat of her eyes.  “How was your flight?"  She asked dreamily, as she hung up his coat.

 He sipped his drink.  "Uneventful."

 She draped her arms around his shoulders, and blew gently in his ear, tickling him.  "Gone a whole week… how I missed you."  She kissed his ear.  "You don't have to work anymore, now that you're a rich man."

 Robert shrugged, and wrapped his arms around her slim waist.  “Candice, you know I like to make my own way.  I didn't marry you for your money."

 Candice smiled.  "I've given the maid the night off."  Her gaze smoldered.  "I made dinner."

 He breathed deep as her perfume consumed him.  "I think we can skip dinner."

 "You'll need your strength."  She smiled coyly and slipped from his grasp.  “I'll get things ready.  You relax and enjoy your drink…  aaaaannnnd, there are some insurance forms on the coffee table that need to be signed."  She touched his nose with a playful finger.  "I figure we'll get them out of the way,”  She smiled seductively. "least we get distracted and forget."  Her eyes sparkled with mischief before she turned and sashayed into the kitchen.

 Robert sipped his drink and found the forms laid out on the table.  Boring!  He thought as he pen whipped them and headed for the dinning room, while his mind filled with visions of his wife's callipygous body poured into that dress.  

 He sat at the table.  Candlelight sparkled on the fine china and silver, and he felt like a king on his throne.  

 He sipped his martini, and noticed underneath the plate before him, the place mat was a blown up photo. 

 He lifted the plate.  

 It was a warm summer day.  A couple sat at an outside cafe in Soho.   He was a handsome, mature man and she was a beautiful young woman.

 Ice suddenly balled in the pit of Robert's stomach.

 He had met her four months ago while in New York.  She was so charming, so intelligent, so beautiful.  

 She was a very wild ride in bed.

 He visited her almost every weekend.

 "Well?"  Candice's voice was like a spear.

 Robert looked up, his mouth hanging open.  “It's not what you think."  Was his reflex answer.

 Candice tilted her head in wonder.  “It's not?"  She picked up an envelope and pulled out photos, then tossed them before him.  His naked lean body against hers, his hands cupping her ample breasts.  Her head back in silent orgasmic scream.  “I suppose this is a misunderstanding?  Perhaps we should get both sides of the story."  She looked up.  "Wynn?"  She called.

 Robert felt the hand of death reach into his chest and grab a firm hold of his heart as Wynn, the woman from the photos, walked out of the kitchen.  “Hello, Robert.”  She looked grim and disappointed.   "I thought you said you were soon to be divorced, not newly married."  She laughed breathlessly.  "And there I was, freshly divorced from a cheating husband, and as vulnerable as they come."  She shook her head, then looked at him with eyes of disgust.  "You made me the other woman, you bastard."

 He looked up to Candice for appeal, but her eyes were filling with tears.  "Daddy had you followed.”  She explained.  “He never liked you."  She wiped a tear with the back of her hand.  "You promised this would stop after we were married!"  She squeaked.  "You said you'd be faithful!"

 "They all do."  Wynn mumbled.

 Robert looked away, unable to face them.  "I'm sorry.  I can't help it, I..."

 Wynn snorted.  "Save the lame excuses."

 Robert nodded.  "I guess I better go."  He whispered.

 “No, you won't!"  Candice shouted.  "You're not getting a divorce.  That pre-nuptial agreement would leave you a rich man."

 Wynn leaned on the table.  "We've had a little time to cook up something more appropriate for you."

 Robert set his jaw as defiance flared.  "Excuse me?"

 Candice's tears were gone, her sorrow replaced by anger.  "Daddy laid a trap for you and you took the bait.  He's been monitoring that account you've been embezzling.  Those forms you signed, one of them is a confession!"

 Robert suddenly jumped up to get the documents and tear them up, but his legs gave away and dropped him to the floor.  He struggled to roll over and look up.  The room was spinning.  

 Wynn smiled as she knelt down beside him.  "I'm sorry Robert, did you forget I'm working my way through med-school as a pharmacist?  I might have accidentally slipped something into your martini."

 Candice stood over him, the forms in hand.  "There is also a document of agreement that indentures you to me to work off that ‘Loan' you procured.  It should take about ninety-nine years, maybe more.”  She held up another form.  "This one is a request from you to me.  It asks my help in your sexual reassignment surgery.  Yes, Robert.  You will undergo permanent, sexual reassignment.”  She smiled as if she tasted something delicious.  “See, we feel,”  She motioned to Wynn.  “that you would think the worst thing in the world to be is a woman.  You have no respect for women, and you think we are only on this planet to serve your cock.”  Her eyes flashed.  “Wynn and I think, that your worst nightmare is to wake up one morning as a woman; but, not just a woman, a cock craving sissy slut.”

 She smiled happily.  “I can see the absolute terror in your eyes, you misogynist bastard.”  Her eyes hardened.  “You really think so little of us!  That we’re brainless playthings for you.”  She tilted her head to Wynn.  “Well, we think that you will make such a pretty little girl for us.  While you were on your…”  Her lips twisted as she spat the word.  “Business” trips, Wynn and I have discovered that we have more in common than just a cheating louse."

 Wynn rose, and slipped an easy arm around Candice.  “What’s good for the goose,”  She said softly, and Robert watched the two beautiful women kiss, their tongues twirling.  

 Even in his drugged state, Robert felt his manhood swell.

 Candice broke with a gasp.  She looked down.  "She is a much better kisser than you!  I could kiss her all day, but we have work to do.”  She held up another form.  "This one gives me power of attorney over you.”  She fanned the documents before him.  “All these need now is to notarize them to make them legal."

 "Oh, I can do that for you, Can."  Wynn offered.  “I am a licensed notary public.”

 Candice smiled prettily.  “Oh?  Could you Wynn?”  Her voice dripped with sarcasm.  “You're so kind."  She watched as Wynn started signing the forms, then glanced at Robert.  "That's your life in a legal nutshell, Robert.  I think the real reason I'm going to change you into my little bitch is because I'm enjoying having such power over you.”  

 She leaned over him, and he could see his reflection of fear in her eyes.  “You’re going to be my personal slave, Robert.”  She whispered.  “But don't worry, it will be anything but dull.  Wynn and I have come up with a way to make you feel the pain that you put us through."  

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