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Another Day at the Office Ch. 01

By: mslstoy



Until that Monday I would never have believed what life changing events could happen on such a dull autumn day. The alarm had gone off (as it always did) at 6:30, time for a shower and work, it didn't even cross my mind that I hadn't had time to do any washing that weekend, or at least it didn't until I went to get dressed.

"F@#k, what am I going to wear now" was all I could think, all my underwear was in the laundry hamper, and I didn't fancy going to work in yesterday's.

Then I remembered, my last girlfriend used to leave some comfy knickers in my wardrobe, maybe I could wear those, hell it's not as if they were frilly or anything. I think that thought sealed my fate, but then as I looked all I could find were a pink pair of lacy French knickers.

Oh well just this once, surely it wouldn't matter, and who'd be checking out my underwear anyway?

The journey to work on the train was a little uncomfortable, but I have to admit by the time I was sat at my desk, I was more than a little aroused. What would they think if they could see what I had on under my suit. Luckily I was first to arrive, next in was red-haired Sophie, with that gorgeous rear, especially when she bends over, all I could concentrate on was trying to work out what she was wearing today, searching for that panty line set my mind racing, trying to do any work at all was almost impossible, but I couldn't work out what she had on today.

Next in was Laura, it was always a nice treat when she wore something that let those of us who looked, know what panties she was wearing, as they poked up above her waistband, today wasn't one of those days though, never mind at least I wouldn't get so distracted.

Then running a little late, Gemma arrived wearing her normal long skirt and polo neck jumper, I'm sure under all those layers she probably has a sexy body, all I could think was why won't she show it off, and then my thoughts turned to her underwear, what would she be wearing under those clothes, would she wear anything like the knickers I was wearing, maybe with stockings too, or would they be knickers your granny would be happy in?

These thoughts about my co-workers subsided as I got on with my work.

By the time I went to get some lunch I'd almost forgotten what I'd put on that morning, so I thought nothing more of it as I tucked my shirt in and left the office.

On my return, as I sat down to finish the report I was writing I noticed an envelope on my desk, curious I opened it, and as I read it my mouth went dry.

To my sissy panty boy, or should I say girl,

So you believe you're good enough to wear those panties you're wearing today do you?

Well let me tell you, you have to EARN the right to wear them, and I don't believe you've done that, have you?

I want you to look in your desk; in there I have placed the panties I have been wearing since yesterday. You are to take these, and with loving care and attention clean them with your tongue, until they are spotless; I want to wear them on my date this evening, so you'd better not disappoint me.

If you don't do a good job I might have to tell them why I'm not wearing clean panties, mmm maybe I should let them know how good a job you do anyway.

When you've cleaned and worshiped them put them back in your desk, and make sure you leave the office at 4.30, I don't want to have to wait for you to finish.

And before you start to wonder why you should do as I say, just think about the pictures I've got, yes you should really be more careful when you tuck your shirt in, although they do look very fetching peeking out the top of your trousers.

Mistress

Oh my god, I thought, what should I do. I looked up to see if I could tell who it was had left their panties in my desk, but they were all working away at their computers, none of them paying me any attention.

I slowly opened the draw, and there, on top of everything was a pair of black thong cut panties, I could see straight away the white secretions that I had been instructed to clean off.

I closed the draw and took a deep breath, there was no clue whose they were, they all had the opportunity, all I could think was I'd best comply, whoever it was, they seemed to mean business.

I slipped the panties in my pocket, as I did so I could feel the dampness left from whoever had been wearing them earlier.

I walked to the toilet with my heart pounding, was I really going to do this.

As I locked the door and sat down I took the tiny garment from my pocket and held them up, I'd been ordered here. But now I was here, I couldn't resist holding them to my face, and inhaling the musky scent.

Before long I could feel my cock responding, and demanding attention, I released it from its lacy prison and slowly started to rub it as my tongue tasted the most intermite juices of my unknown tormentor.

Before long I was pumping hot white spunk over my hand, and suddenly I was brought back to reality, I couldn't be long or someone would start to wonder where I was.

As I licked the panties clean the idea changed from being humiliating to being a privilege. If I cleaned them satisfactorily, would I be made or should I say allowed to worship them again?

As I walked back to my desk Sophie asked "Are you alright?", was it her I wondered, "Its just you look flushed, and you were gone such a long time, we nearly had to send a search party out for you!"

As I left work that evening I felt a strange mixture of fear, for what might happen tomorrow, excitement, at what I'd been made to do, and pride in what I believed to be a job well done. I just hoped that whoever it was would be pleased with my efforts.

And my mind was racing, was that it, or would tomorrow bring another note, more panties to clean, or maybe new tasks to complete.

Another Day at the Office Ch. 02



This is the second of I hope many parts, many thank to everybody who gave feedback on chapter 1 (and voted!) and to E who has inspired me to continue. This is an ongoing story so I recommend reading chapter 1 first.

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"What do you think you're wearing panty boy? You seem to have men's underwear on today, not sure you count as a man, don't you think you should be wearing little frilly panties again?"

My heart stopped as I read the email that greeted me as I turned on my computer, I'd thought as I travelled into work that the game we had played yesterday would be as far as it would go, that whoever it was would never continue.

I hardly breathed as I realised whoever had seen me yesterday obviously was keen to continue from where we had left off, maybe I'd find out who it was, and what she intended to do, a mixture of fear, and excitement filled me as I began to type my reply.

"I am sorry if I have upset you, but I thought that yesterday was only a game we would play once, my reasons for wearing what I did were entirely innocent, I just had no other clean underwear".

As I hit 'send' I wondered had I ended what had been a strangely erotic day, which had been on my mind all night, I'd convinced myself that nothing more would happen, and then came the reply.

"THIS IS NOT A GAME, AND HOW DARE YOU NOT ADDRESS ME PROPERLY, YOU WILL CALL ME MISTRESS AT ALL TIMES, EVEN WHEN SPEAKING TO ME, IF YOU HAVEN'T WORKED OUT WHO THIS IS THEN YOU MUST ADDRESS US ALL AS MISS, AND BE PREPARED TO UNDERTAKE ANY TASK I MAY COMMAND OF YOU, OR YOU KNOW WHAT WILL HAPPEN"

So this was it, I'd have to do anything any of the ladies in my office asked, I sat and thought, maybe it was Laura, she was always the first with the banter and innuendo. But how to ask, I couldn't very well casually say, "did I clean your panties yesterday while wearing my ex's pink knickers?" could I.

Then I remembered that Sophie and Gemma had mentioned they were going shopping and a few drinks after work yesterday, so it must be Laura. But my thoughts suddenly became less important as another email arrived.

"Well my little panty slave, your kind mistress has been thinking about what tasks she should set you today, mistress thinks that she should not spoil you, so you will not be allowed to touch her panties today, instead you must go and buy your own, at lunch you must go to Donna's Delicate Delights lingerie shop upstairs in the shopping mall, there you must buy seven sets of panties/thongs with matching stockings and suspenders, so you can wear them every day of the week, and yes I mean when you go out at the weekend too, you are then to change into your new underwear, and start your new position when you return to the office."

I could think of nothing else all morning, it was embarrassing enough when I had bought my girlfriend some lingerie for Christmas, how was I going to decide what size I needed, I don't think I did any work at all, even Gemma noticed something seemed to be wrong, when she asked if I was feeling alright because I looked a bit pale. I told her I had a bit of a headache, but that I'd go for a walk at lunchtime and see if the fresh air would do me any good.

As lunchtime arrived I told them that I was going for a walk and would probably take the full hour. I was just hoping that nobody I knew would see me going shopping, and having to explain why I was buying lingerie, as I'd split up with my girlfriend several weeks ago. As I walked into "Donna's Delicate Delights" I was pleased to see there was only one other customer, but it meant that I was offered help immediately.

"Hi I'm Donna, welcome to my store, you must be Jon?"

I swallowed hard, if she knew who I was, them she must know why I was there, all I could do was slowly nod my head.

Then she smiled, and said, "no need to be embarrassed, you'd be surprised how many men we get in here whose 'wives' and 'girlfriends' are just the same size as them."

I felt relief that she wasn't going to make; I just hoped the other customer couldn't hear what she was saying.

Then she asked what type of panties I'd like, and I told her I wasn't sure, but that I thought I'd best get at least one thong as that had been mentioned in the email. Then I felt sick to my heart as she said, "Zoe come over here a minute will you, we need some help choosing some lingerie for Jon here, what do you think of these?" as she held up a black lace thong, "or should he get the pink one?"

As Zoe walked over, she smiled and said, "I'd have thought he was more a pale blue and pink person, he's probably a bit sissy, so maybe black would be a bit bold."

Then she turned to me and asked what I was wearing today, I blushed as I stammered that I was wearing blue boxer shorts. She replied that that wouldn't do at all and that I'd best take them off. When I just stood there, she said in a louder voice "NOW", Donna said, "I've locked the door, so we won't be interrupted, so you'd best do as she wants, because you can't go back to work without your new panties can you now."

As I started to say, "I'm not sure this is such a good idea, I mean all I wanted to do..."

Donna interrupted me and said, "I think we've heard enough of what YOU want, because that's not important now, Zoe, I think we need to quieten him down, any ideas?"

With that Zoe reached under her short skirt and pulled down her white cotton thong, well white apart from the very damp patch.

"What are you...."

And with that she pushed her thong into my mouth, "Shut up, and clean, I want them spotless before you leave, now be a good panty boy, while we pick out some lovely lingerie, that you're going to love, and don't worry we know just what your Mistress wants you to buy."

As they wandered around the shop all I could think of was that I'd lost all control, that I was cleaning a strangers thong with my tongue, and how hard I was. As I watched the two women wander about the store, holding up lacy panties, silky ones, even a micro thong, it all seemed like a dream come true, but two days ago I'd never even thought about wearing anything but men's underwear.

After about 20 minutes they came back, and Donna told me they wanted me to try some things on, as they needed to make sure they had the right size, as I raised my right foot, and Zoe started to slip on the sensuous cream nylon stockings my cock raised even further to attention. By the time both stockings were in place my cock was oozing pre-cum and I didn't know how I was going to fit it into the small red satin thong Donna was holding up. The two of them looked at each other and smiled, "We thought something like this would happen."

Zoe took her thong and wrapped it around my cock, and slowly started to wank me, every few strokes she would gently blow on the engorged head and fondle my aching balls, as I came close to coming she would stop, and tell me I had to wait, I started to beg her to let me cum, and she asked what I would do for her if she let me cum. Anything I said, as all I wanted was the sweet release of orgasm. Zoe continued to stroke my throbbing cock until I came into her panties, that until a few minutes ago I had been cleaning with my tongue.

"Now put them on"

She let the words sink in, before she continued, "You said you'd do anything I wanted, and what I want is for you to wear my thong all afternoon, because I'm certainly not going to wear it after you've made a mess in them. You'd best be quick, Donna's opening the door, and you never know when the next customer might walk through the door."

"Hey Zoe, you're not letting him have those are you, I think you should pick anything you like from the store and we'll add it to panty boy's bill"

I quickly pulled the thong over my now limp cock, as my freshly delivered spunk oozed around my balls and dripped down my leg, but I couldn't clean up as I had to get dressed, just as I tucked my shirt in a customer in her 50s walked in and commented that she thought it was great that modern men didn't mind buying such things for their wives, I can only wonder what she would have said five minutes earlier.

Donna put all my purchases through the till, including Zoe's new silk panties, and took my credit card, and said "thank you sir, we'll deliver the parcel as instructed, have a great afternoon, and we hope to see you again soon."

With that I was dismissed, and I left the shop to make my way back to my office, feeling very uncomfortable and wondering when and where the delivery would be made.

As I started to walk back, I could feel the wonderful sensation as my suit brushed against the stockings I was wearing, and despite the feeling of total humiliation at the hands of two women I had never met before, and I could feel my cock start to harden. With these strange new feelings, I began to realise that my life was never going to be the same again.

As I walked into our office I felt as if all eyes were on me, and could see through my suit, yet when I looked, everyone was working. So I made my way to my desk, wondering if I would get any work done at all, and there was an anonymous parcel, which I quietly put under my desk, as I couldn't check it's contents until I was alone, and then another email appeared.

"Good to see you can follow instructions, and it looks like your shopping has arrived, though I heard you made a mess buying it. Now we understand who is boss around here I think maybe it's time for you to take up your proper position in this office.

You may continue in charge as far as the outside world is concerned, but within this office I am in charge of you."

My cock was straining at the flimsy cotton as I read the email. A week ago I'd never worn women's clothes in my life, now I was hoping I would be allowed to year stockings to work, so I replied in what I hoped was a suitable way.

"Mistress,

I accept that you are in charge, but you have not told me who you are, so if you told me I could be sure of doing what you ask."

My heart stopped before I hit send, would these words seal my fate, I realised they probably would, but then my life had turned upside down in the last 24 hours anyway, so I hit send.

I wondered if I had upset my tormentor, as over an hour passed with no response, until finally a new email appeared in my inbox.

"If you have not realised it already, you are inferior to ALL women, so you will address us ALL with our proper titles, so you will call us Miss Gemma, Miss Laura and Miss Sophie. You will undertake any task any of us set for you. Any failure to please me will result in punishment that will make working here very difficult for you; I've got some wonderful pictures from the cctv this lunchtime.

Now I need to be sure you followed the second part of my instruction, you are to walk over to the printer, drop your pen on the floor, and let me inspect the lines created by the suspenders holding up your stockings. You will do this while all three of us are in the room. I need to make sure that you have not disobeyed me and taken them off"

I started to shake, I hadn't even thought about cctv, only about other customers, and now she had pictures, this was all moving very fast, but however much the sensible me wanted to call a halt to it, my rigid cock and raging hormones were telling me how exciting this was. So I sent a document to the printer, and when I walked over to collect it I dropped my pen to the floor, and as I bent over I could feel the suspenders digging into my legs, surely they must all be able to see, but as I stood up and turned around, all three women were working at their computers. But by the time I had sat back at my desk I already had a new email.

"Nice to see you can follow orders, I think they suit you. From now on you will always wear stockings to work.

Tonight you are to shave your body completely, apart from your head, which you will let grow, as short hair doesn't suit my panty slut. And you will tell us all to leave work early today, as you appreciate all the effort we have put in recently, and you can finish the tomorrow's presentation yourself.

Oh and no playing with your little cocklet, once is more than enough for one day.

Mistress"

When I finally left work at just after 10.00 I was tired, but I knew that I would do just as I had been told.



Another Day at the Office Ch. 03



This is the third chapter in a story involving female domination and forced cross dressing, if these are not to your taste I suggest you move on to another story, but if they are then I hope you enjoy my little offering. But I do suggest you read Chapters one and two first.

I'd just like to say a big thank you to everybody who has given me encouragement to continue.

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I climbed into my car to drive hope, and for a few minutes all I could do was sit there as the days events replayed in my mind. There I was sat in stockings and suspenders and a spunk filled thong. But my hardening cock told me that I would be following the instructions I had received by email earlier that afternoon, to shave all my body hair off, so that I could please my anonymous mistress.

As I stopped at the 24 hour grocery store I realised I didn't know what I needed, never mind, I'd just have to work it out when I could see what there was.

The range was incredible, as many different razors as in the men's section, then there was wax, depilatory creams, it looked so confusing, how do women decide what to use?. That's when I realized that someone was stacking the shelves just along from where I was, she looked in her late teens, probably working her way through college. Then she stopped and asked if I needed any help, caught again, what to say, so I started to stutter that I'd been sent to buy something to remove body hair.

"Her's or your's?" she replied

Rather nervously I replied "mine"

"Well that's fine, if its just a one off then a razor would be fine, but for longer lasting results the wax would be better. And if you want a hand doing those hard to reach places then I finish in 20 minutes and you can give me a lift home, you'll never manage you're back on your own, and by the way my name's Emma"

She stood smiling at me, and my cock overtook my mind as I agreed.

I paid for the items Emma had told me to, and went and sat in my car to wait for her to finish work. As she climbed into the passenger seat she smiled and gave me directions to where she lived, she told me not to worry as her flat-mate would be away all night, so we wouldn't be interrupted as she removed every hair from my body. Only then did it cross my mind that maybe there were things that I didn't want her to see, I still had my new stockings on, and Zoe's thong that I'd filled with cum at lunchtime. But it was too late to back out now, and she directed me towards her apartment.

As we walked into Emma's apartment she offered me a drink, because I'd probably need one when she started to wax me. I nodded and said I'd have whatever she was drinking, and with that she went off to the kitchen.

When she returned, she held two???? I should have realised she probably wouldn't be drinking beer, which was what I really wanted, but I couldn't now turn down the glass being offered to me.

"So are we going to start on your back then, as that's the bit you'll find hardest?" and when I nodded She continued," Off with your shirt then, we can't do this fully clothed now, can we."

Now was the moment of truth, as I slowly unbuttoned my shirt, my thong encased cock getting harder every second. As I bent down to put my shirt on the floor, I could feel Emma's hand on my back, and with a flick of her finger my suspender belt snapped back into place.

"Well what have we here? We seem to be slightly less than a man in our choice of underwear don't we?"

All I could do was stutter, as she continued, "It looks like this little game of yours is a lot more serious than I thought, now what do you have to say for yourself little panty boy?"

I told her about having worn my ex-girlfriends' thong, because nothing else had been clean, and that ever since one of my work colleagues had been blackmailing me.

"I see, I assume that means they are the ones who got you dressed like that, and they have told you to rid yourself of all that hair. Mmm, think maybe we should get you undressed now, and start getting rid of all that hair, hairy legs are never good in stockings."

"You know, I really think they have hit upon a wonderful idea."

And with that she started to laugh.

I could do nothing but comply with her demand that I strip off, after all I'd willingly gone home with her, so I closed my eyes, pushed my shoes off and started to undo my belt, her hand struck my ass as she told me to stop messing about and get them off, so seconds later there I was stood only in stockings and suspenders with a very stained white thong on, my reaction though was plainly evident, as my rapidly hardening cock pushed out of the thong, and pre-cum glistened on the tip.

"You can stop those thoughts RIGHT NOW, if you think I'm going to play with your little cocklet you've got another thing coming. Now sit still and we'll start on your hairy chest."

As Emma ripped the first wax strip from my chest I screamed, I couldn't believe how painful it was just trying to please my mistress. Emma looked sympathetic, as she told me to remove the thong and stockings I was wearing, as she had an idea that would take my mind off the pain.

My mind raced, and my cock rose up as I considered what she might have in mind.

Emma held out her hand as I removed my thong and said, "You have been making a mess of these haven't you, I think they could do with washing."

And with that she pushed it into my mouth and told me to be quiet.

I started to protest and my hand went towards my mouth to remove the sweaty salty tasting item, but she grabbed my arm and twisted it behind my back, and then told me to give her my other arm.

She then used my stockings to tie my arms behind my back.

"Right, now we have that understood, I'll continue."

Slowly Emma removed every trace of hair from my body and legs, leaving only that which was on top of my head.

The pain of the waxing was only dulled slightly as I tasted my creamy spunk on the thong she had used as a gag.

When she had finished she stood back and looked pleased with her efforts.

"Now I hope you realise that I shall be expecting you to repay me for my kindness, but I am tired, I have taken you business card, and I'll be in touch, so get dressed now, I think you've had all the fun you deserve this evening." And with that she walked to be door and held it open. All I could do was meekly comply, so I quickly dressed, and left to go home.

The drive home seemed to pass in a blur, as my mind raced at 1000 miles an hour, wondering where all this was taking me.

When I walked in the front door I knew I had to see what was in my parcel.

As I opened it I saw a note,

"You are a very lucky panty boy, when I explained to Dorothy (the customer you barely managed to speak to) what you had Really been doing in my shop, she decided to buy you a little gift."

And then I saw the little pink negligee with matching lace panties, and I just knew that I would be wearing them tonight.

So having sorted out my new lingerie, and after trying to wash off the waxy residue in the shower, I put on my fabulous new negligee.

The sheer fabric felt so soft against my skin, and I wondered what I had been missing all these years. I was exhausted, but sleep seemed a thousand miles away, all I wanted to do was see and touch myself wearing such sexy lingerie.

But I knew I had to sleep, I was tired, and I couldn't be late for work, I'm not sure I would have been able to give the real reason I was so tired.

So I went to bed and tried to sleep, but all night I tossed and turned, wondering what the punishment would be for relieving my aching cock.

I couldn't see how my tormentor would know, but somehow I knew she would and that I wouldn't enjoy the results, especially if she put a stop to what was happening.

When eventually my alarm sounded, and awoke me from what little sleep I'd had, I could see a damp patch on my panties, and then I knew that whatever happened, my days of wearing men's underwear had finished forever.

As the steam from the shower filled the bathroom I took off my negligee, and inspected my hairless body, and realised that I would need to shop in a whole different section for my toiletries, because when I was just a 'bloke' I'd never seen the need to moisturise, or pluck my eyebrows, but I realised I now actually wanted to do these things.

As I climbed out of the shower, I stopped before I started to get dressed, I was sure an ex had left some body moisturiser somewhere. It only took a couple of minutes to find, and a few more to build the courage to use it, but as I started to apply it my doubts were erased. It felt so good, and somehow so right to be so feminine in my daily preparation, how could I have gone so long without realising the joy of femininity.

As a regular guy I'd always enjoyed looking at sexy panties and thongs, and thought it was just because of the women wearing them, I had never realised the pleasure in wearing them.

But my daydreaming had to wait, as I realised the time, I needed to get dressed if I wasn't going to be late for work.

As I rolled the stockings I had chosen the night before up my legs, my cock cried out for attention, I began to wonder how I would ever get the tiny pink thong I had selected on, I knew that I could have taken myself in hand to relieve the frustration, but I had been specifically told that I must not play with my cock, though I wasn't sure I was going to need to touch it to make me fill my thong with hot creamy spunk for a second day.

Eventually I eased my throbbing member into the tiny piece of cloth covering my modesty, and quickly put on my suit, I had to hurry, I couldn't face answering the questions as to why I was late for work.

As I drove into work, I had a smile on my face for the first time since this had all begun, the feel of the stockings on my legs, and the way the suspenders felt on my thighs just felt so right, and knowing the shock everybody who knew me would feel if they could see my panties just added to the erotic feeling, and my cock made the thong rather uncomfortable as it caused the fabric to stretch, and pulled it into my ass.

I was first to arrive in our office, and I had to resist the urge to release my throbbing cock from its lacy prison. Ten minutes later, when Gemma walked through the door, she greeted me with a smile, and said she hoped I hadn't been there all night, and that she'd really enjoyed her unexpected early finish yesterday.

I assured her that I'd been home, and that I was really pleased with everyone's efforts in producing a really great presentation for the company to send to all its potential customers.

"Great!" said Laura as she walked through the door, "that must mean you're taking us all out for dinner tonight, it is Friday after all."

I gulped, it was difficult enough remembering not to give away any hint of what I was wearing. But how could I say no, I'd been warned about failure to comply with every request.

So I replied, "of course ladies, how about we go for drinks after work and then I'll treat you all to dinner."

Then Gemma replied, "Sounds like a great idea, I'll book us a table. I've got somewhere nice in mind."

I couldn't help wondering where we'd be going, and whether I'd need to make sure I had my credit card.

They said nothing more about the evening, that morning other than to tell Sophie, who seemed to like the idea.

Time seemed to stand still all morning, with no contact from my tormentor, but the wonderful feeling on my legs whenever my suit moved over my nylon clad thighs.

I left for a walk at lunchtime as I couldn't cope cooped up any longer. My cock hardened every time I moved, and what I had on underneath my suit kept reminding me of the position I was in. Only when I returned to my desk did I receive the attention I had been craving all day, there was a small packet on my desk, and a new email in my inbox.

"My little panty slave, you have done well today, I see you have followed my instructions. But if you wish to take me for dinner then I need you to do my laundry for me.

I visited the gym before work this morning, but forgot to pack any clean panties for after my shower, so I want you to clean the ones on your desk for me, so I can year them again this evening, when you have finished leave them back on your desk

Mistress xxx"

The old me, the one who had known exactly who he was, and what he wanted from life and love when he got up on Monday morning was saying this is wrong, how could you clean panties with your tongue? But that me was gone, the new me, who was sat wearing stockings and a thong under his conservative suit was thrilled with the task, and was overjoyed that his mistress was bestowing her attention on him.

As I walked to the toilets with my treasured parcel I had to stop myself from grinning from ear to ear, and as I pulled out the black bikini panties I could smell a heady mixture of sweat at female arousal, and as I unfolded them I could see the heavy staining on the cotton gusset, that had so recently been held tight against my mistresses damp pussy. Like a moth drawn to a light I could not wait to bury my face into the sweet smelling dampness, and taste the slightly salty stain I had been left to clean.

And clean it I did, savouring the taste, as I pushed the gusset into my mouth to work on cleaning them with my tongue. I must have been gone for over ten minutes, enjoying my little panty task, and hoping I wouldn't be missed. Eventually, though, I knew I had to return, so replaced the panties in the packet and walked back to my desk, trying desperately to hide the bulge where my cock was staining to free itself from the tiny thong I was wearing.

The afternoon passed quietly, the parcel disappearing when I'd left my desk for a minute, until I received another email just after 5.00.

"Well done my little slave, mistress is pleased with your cleaning efforts and I am wearing my freshly laundered panties. Mistress thinks that slave should take us all for drinks now."

When I finished reading, I realised there was no point in prevaricating. So I looked up from my computer screen and said, "Right ladies, you've all been working hard all week, and for that I apologise, but I think it's time I took you all out for a few drinks and a meal."

I looked to see if there was any reaction from the three women before me, but they all smiled, and I couldn't tell if it was because they knew what I had just done, or whether it was the thought of free drinks and a night out.

To be continued...