Gordon was mid 40s slim trim 5 ft 6 with a feminine frame and only been in his new job just a few days when his female boss Sable called him into her office. Sable was a trimmed 50 year old who stood "6ft " in heels and wore stylish fitted blouses and designer knee high skirt suits. She suggested he work overtime that night, and, hoping to make a good impression, He readily agreed. At 5.30pm, as the rest of the staff were knocking off, he reported to Sable in the basement office. "Your overtime will be four hours," she said, "and you will not be paid for it. This is a test to establish whether you are suitable for my employment." It seemed strange but before could object Sable added: "You will speak only when spoken to and will address me as 'Ma'am' at all times. You will carry out my orders without question - if you want to keep your job. Understand?" He replied I understand as desperate to stay in employment. Life and times on the dole didn't agree with him. This job was filing in the department of specialist publishing house.It wasn't exactly prestigious but it would bring in a monthly pay He gulped and replied: "Yes, Ma'am." "Good," said Sable. "Now strip to the waist." As Gordon stood there , she added: "You'll do as I say or I'll sack you right here and now for disobedience." As he his white cotton shirt, Sable opened a cupboard door and pulled out a large canvas bag, from which she extracted a black, lacy bra and tossed the garment onto the floor in front of me. "Put that on," she ordered. Gordon I felt he had no option but to comply. It took him a few minutes to struggle into the bra, which proved to be a very tight fit, the straps biting into my shoulders. "Now take off your shoes, socks and trousers,"Sable commanded. When he obeyed this instruction, Sable looked Gordon up and down, and said: "Mmmm, I quite like those tiny briefs . I think I'll have them as a souvenir. Hand them over" At that point Gordon felt his face burning with embarrassment as he slipped off his tight fitting tiny briefs and presenting them to this domineering woman. Sable put them in her handbag smiling. She then spent a few minutes walking around Gordon , inspecting him and before delving into the canvas bag again, bringing out a lockable cy device,sheer shimmer tights, cream panties with matching the bra. "Get these on and lock it on tightly , and don't take all night about it," she barked. The cy was locked on so tight that Gordon's dick and balls strained painfully against the rigid plastic. "That's much better," said Sable. "Now bend over that desk." Gordon stretched himself across the wooden desk in the middle of the room and waited in trepidation. "How old will you be on your next birthday?" Sable asked me. "Forty-two, Ma'am," Gordon replied. He watched her as she reached into the cupboard again. Sable brought out a three-foot-long rattan cane, which she waved playfully in front of Gordon,s face. "So it's forty-two strokes, then," she said. Sable sat on a swivel chair in front of him and crossed her long legs, tapping the cane against the exposed top of her shapely nylon covered right thigh. Eventually, Sable got up and positioned herself behind Gordon, and he felt the cane being gently stroked across his nylon covered backside. Then the rod was lightly tapping the seat of the panties, on the seam of his tights. "Ask me nicely for your punishment," she purred in Gordon,s ear. "Please, Ma'am, may I have my caning?" Whack! Her initial stroke caught Gordon right across the crown of Gordon,s tight bottom. The intensity of the stinging lash sent an instant newsflash to Gordon,s brain, whose natural response was to give expression to the physical assault by screaming his bloody head off. But, somehow, he managed not to cry out. "Oh, the strong, silent type, are we?" mocked Sable . "Your screams will be reverberating round this basement before I've finished with you, I can assure you of that." Gordon heard sound of the cane swishing through the air before it cracked down on his backside. "Aaaah!" "Getting a little more vocal already, aren't we?" cooed Sable . "Well, just twenty more to go now." The next three strokes came hard and fast. "That cute little bottom of yours warming up a bit?" enquired Sable , after he stopped shrieking. Gordon assumed this was another rhetorical question but he replied anyway. "Yes, Ma'am." Sable then clipped inside of his ankles with the cane and ordered him to spread his legs for the rest of his caning. After the eleventh stroke Gordon was almost in tears, and his throat was sore from repeated screaming. "Are you ready to beg for mercy, yet, bitch?" Sable asked him "Yes, Ma'am, please, no more, no more." "We're only half-way there," said Sable. "If I just give you a further six strokes, you'll have to pay a forfeit. All right?" "Yes, Ma'am, thank you." Sable laid on those six swipes harder than ever, working downwards from the top of Gordon,s, tight crimson canned bottom and finishing with a sadistic lash across his thighs. Gordon writhed on the desktop, gasping for breath. "I'll give you a couple of minutes to recover," said Sable. "Then you'll pay your forfeit." Gordon,s pert bottom was on fire, the tights and cream panties gave none if little protection from the canning, the pain spreading outwards from its ravaged centre. Eventually, Sable said: "Right, you little slut, get up and position yourself on your back, lengthways on the table." As he was obeying this instruction, Sable dipped into her canvas bag again, bringing out a long, coiled length of cord and a pair of scissors. She secured Gordon,s wrist and ankles to the desk legs so he was spread-eagled, unable to move. Then she pulled up his bra and began raking her fingernails across his nipples. "Oooh, aaah," Gordon yelped and moaned. "I'm going to torture your tits for another five minutes," Sable informed him, "and I expect you to suffer in silence." Sable slipped her Black patent "7" heels off and rolled her sheer tights down and and removed her sticky silk panties and forced them into Gordon,s mouth before getting back to work on his nipples, pinching, twisting and squeezing the sensitive flesh.She rolled her tights back up and glided her shapely nylon covered feet into her heels again. By the time Sable had finished, Gordon,s nipples were throbbing, red raw. But, despite the pain, he realised he was trying to get an erection and aching due to the cy device he was locked into . And so did Sable laughing. Smiling, she whipped the panties out of his mouth and slipped them between her moist nylon inner thighs and wiped them between her legs and then shoved them back into his mouth.Gordon could smell and taste her juices in his stuffed mouth. "If a spot of tit torture turns you on so much," she said, "perhaps you'd like me to continue punishing those cute little nipples of yours?" Sable pulled the panties out of his mouth "No, please, Ma'am," Gordon pleaded. Never taking her eyes of his , Sable slowly removed her navy-blue fitted blouse and hitched up her matching knee-length designer skirt. She climbed onto the desk and lowered her nylon encased bottom onto his groin as she began jabbing his nipples with her fingernails and scraping her high-heels along Gordon,s inner encased thighs. The friction of Sables sheer nylon covered legs against his nylon covered legs made his aching and torment worse in the rigid plastic stopping his aching attempted erection. After a few minutes, Sable dismounted, and he thought that at last Gordon,s ordeal was over. But Sable had paused only walk along the floor and then get back onto the table and astride Gordon with her pert sheer nylon covered bottom above his face. When Sable was satisfied and ready she lowered herself onto Gordon,s face pushing on his mouth making him gag. Sable lifted up and Gordon was sticky from her juices and the seam of her sheer tights left a tiny imprint on Gordon,s forehead to chin. Gordon could hardly breathe but Sable wasn't concerned about that; she was enjoying herself way way to much. "You like having your face fucked, don't you, you little tart?" she hissed as she moved her body down Gordon,s. She reached behind her and flicked the cy device. Gordon jerked as it sent a bolt of along his body, he was leaking pre cum through his panties and tights .Sable laughed and then began rubbing her her thigh along the length his thighs and groin and removed the panties from his mouth. "Please Gordon begged. "Please, please, please!" "NO ," Sable sharply snapped back . "You haven't earned that privilege to be unlocked and cum yet." Sable slid herself slowly off slid of Gordon and untied his right hand. She slipped her hands inside Gordon,s tights and panties and slowly unlocked and removed the cy device, as she did so Gordon moaned as Sable cupped his balls and gently held them,leaning over and whispering into his ear, Aww is that better Sable nipped his ear lobe with her teeth making him jerk and yelp,much to Sables amusement. "Masturbate," she commanded , "but don't ejaculate until I give you permission - if you know what's good for you." Gordon started masturbating as instructed,Sable pulled a chair over and used it to stand on the table with her legs astride Gordon,s, Gordon was told to masturbate faster, Sable reinforced the command with dig of the tip of each of her heels into his thighs slightly snagging his tights. Gordon yelped and winced yet his was aching for orgasm. "Please let me cum," he asked then begged "Keep it going for a further five minutes," she said. "If you cum without permission, I'll leave you tied to the table overnight. Wouldn't that be a nice surprise for the cleaners in the morning?" Those were the longest five minutes Gordon had ever experienced but eventually he heard Sable announce: "You cum Now " Gordon masturbated as hard and fast as he could and exploded into his panties and tights to the extent was very visible. As Gordon lay there panting, Stephanie smartened herself up. Gordon expected Sable to release him from his bonds but instead she re-tied his right wrist to the desk leg, and popped her panties into his mouth. "I'm going for a drink with a few friends," she told him. "I'll bring the girls back with me for a laugh. See you in a couple of hours." She kissed me on the lips and left. Gordon struggled for ages, trying to himself, but Sable had done an excellent job with her simple Bondage. Gordon,s bottom and nipples were still ablaze, and his penis was throbbing. Gordon could feel his semi warm sperm seeping its way between his legs and making his panties stick and tights stick to his bottom and inner thighs. Sable returned hours later, with two of her friends in tow. The girls thought Gordon,s predicament was hilarious. "Look at all that spunk on him," said one of them. "Do you think he's got any more left inside him? "There's only one way to find out," Sable snapped . "But first," she added to me, "I've got a little surprise for you." Sable opened a drawer in the desk Gordon was tide to and took out half-a-dozen wooden clothes pegs. "One for each nipple, four on the balls," she said, handing the pegs to her friends, who took great delight in attaching them as instructed. The pain was immediate and intense. Sable napped at her two friends to remove their knickers ,they did so and held out: "Are you thirsty?" "Yes, Ma,am," Gordon rasped. "Oh, he's so polite" chirped one of the girls. Sable fetched a tea cup from the draw under the table and held it against Gordon,s stomach, tilting it towards his cock. "You're going to drink your own spunk," Sable announced. Her friends took it in turn to work on Gordon,s dick and balls, stroking, tweaking, pulling and stretching. The pegs on his testicles were dancing around cruelly. When it came to Sables turn, she didn't mess about,Gordon,s cock was already hard from her friends' ministrations, and Sable pumped it relentlessly. As Gordon came, she aimed his prick to direct the spurting semen into the cup. Sables done this before, he thought. "Now get that down you, and make sure you swallow every last drop." The other girls propped Gordon,s head up and forced his mouth open so that Sable could tip the contents of the cup slowly into Gordon,s mouth and down his throat. Gordon spluttered and choked but the girls quickly clamped his jaws together and pinched his nostrils, forcing Gordon to swallow his spunk. "Good boy," Snapped Sable. "We'll take your pegs off now, and it's really going to hurt when the blood starts flowing back." Gordon screamed each time a peg was removed. Sable untied him and the two women walked towards the door. "You can keep your job - for now," Sable laughed back to Gordon Sable added: "I want you to give my office a thorough cleaning tomorrow morning - 6am start. Don't be late - or else!" Like this story? 4