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Staffing the Mailroom

"Polly, we have a candidate for the mailroom, darling."

Pierson Albemarle Upshur IV was distressed. Certainly he went by "Polly" at home when Brie had him in his garter belt and stockings, but at work he was supposed to be a name partner and be called "Piers" if not "Mister Upshur"

It was distressing enough that Piers was leaving the firm that his father "Trey" Upshur had founded, and joining the new, femdom firm, that his darling wife Brie had devised, but at least could he have a little respect while he was still at Upshur, Tilden. & Hoskins?

But it was his visiting wife, calling him Polly, right?

Abrielle "Brie" Upshur, a rare lawyer's wife who moonlighted as a dominatrix giggled now, watching her husband fume, knowing he didn't have the nuts to castigate her.

This had been a gamble-there were a lot of frustrated submissives, terribly lonely, because they couldn't either afford to have a daily dominant, or lived too far away from attractive kinksters.

The night before, Brie had had Piers/Polly bound to a footstool, and she and her boyfriend had been putting out cigarettes and cigars on Polly's bare ass while telling him how lucky he was to get such loving domination. Shouldn't others have it?

All the talented professionals who had the masochistic desire...lawyers, accountants, document specialists, setting up a business group offering nominal salaries, but constant access to dominant men and women.

This had been Brie's idea after having attended more than a few BDSM "munches" around the country, meeting frustrated men and women.

One middle-aged tax attorney, Thelma, had told Brie "I'd love to have a cute little thing like you take me over your knee for a severe spanking before I went through my briefs. The law briefs, of course, not my briefs that you pulled down."

Michaud Loder , a bankruptcy associate had confided to Brie that since his mother had died, he had no one to answer to. "Mummy, even when I was twenty-six years old, would give me severe and dire punishments if my law school grades weren't up there, and if I didn't wear a bowtie at least twice a week. I'm so lonely now."

He'd added. "Mummy was really good about my enemas. My anus is clogged now, and I need a superior, male or female to take care of this."

Banneker Hynes, was willing to give up his circuit judgeship and return to being a regular lawyer just to have a dominant to serve. "My bailiff would force me to lick the semen out of his used condoms before I sat on the bench, always with a plug up my ass...but Hiram had a stroke, and after twenty-two years of giving me dominant service and whippings, I have no cock to suck or a whip to hit me. I need more."

Adonis Mobbs, a wunderkind divorce and family lawyer from the famous DeCourcey, Cardew, Courtenay & Clare firm in Cleveland Ohio was leaving to come to Brie's firm so excited that he would be given a dominant secretary and would not have to search out hired hookers to whip him again.

Adonis had showed up in Buttermilk Falls the week before, and Brie had sent Mistress Vavasour to tend to Adonis, as the firm was still going through renovation.

Vavi was already busy torturing Wingate Kildare, a former single-practice energy lawyer. Winnie was a sexy old broad who scared oil companies with her litigation, but she lived for Vavasour to impale her with a monster strap-on.

But, when Adonis arrived, Mistress Vavasour had immediately put Adonis in a pink tutu and a diaper and given him shock treatments with an electricity stick usually used on the Falun Gong by Chinese soldiers.

Yes, they were all having a ball in a penthouse apartment above the Buttermilk Arms.

Vavi also had worldwide defense attorney Compton Drury kneeling in stocks in an adjoining suite, and she was employing the hotel's bellhops and janitors to visit Mr. Drury and use his mouth and asshole with definite rigor.

But now, Piers was still at work in his old firm, and although he welcomed his beautiful Brie visiting. stretching her glorious form on his spinning office chair...

Piers did enjoy a bit of escape at work where he gave the orders, and wasn't nude or dressed in some humiliating costume.

Brie was a bit older than Piers's first wife, Ermengarde, and Ermie had been quite beautiful. Brie, though had a way of hitting you full force with her seductive estrogen.

How did it happen? How did Piers turn into "Polly" for this crazy broad, who was only an eighth grade dropout?

Piers had been raised in the best family in the state, he'd been an Eagle Scout, Golden Gloves boxer, Rhodes scholarship, Navy Seal, Purple Heart, Bronze Star, Law Review...and now just a sissy bitch.

Just this morning before going to the office, Brie had bound "Polly" to a post in the back yard and toyed with his straining, pre-cum streaming cock, running her long nails up and down the shaft while telling "Polly" what a bad little slut she was.

"What would your pals on the Saturday Rugby team think if they knew you had to bend over for my big strap-on, Polly-Slut?"

Piers/Polly had bit his lip as he pulled against the post He'd been enraged and yet aroused. He'd always thought of himself as a macho guy, and yet being tied in his back yard while wearing pantyhose with the crotch cut out...and high heels?

"Maybe" Brie had said suggestively, that morning, her face close to "Polly's"...

"I'll invite, what's his name, Gary? Gary and Neil who are on your team, the fellows you used to drink with and play poker before I stopped all that-"

Piers/Polly gasped. Brie's nails were twiddling with his bulging cockhead now.

"Polly" had not cum in some time, and just look at his wife's glorious body!

Brie had put adjustable nipple clamps on Piers's tits, and now and then Brie would twist the clamps again and again, and of course "Polly" had a weighted ball parachute hanging from between his legs, swinging back and forth, and when it paused, Brie gave the ball chute a little kick!

"The neighborhood guys may look over the fence at my little pantyhose bitch this morning, maybe I should let them come in and you can have chow time on their cocks, Polly, there, I see how excited that makes you."

Brie had cut a piece of ginger and shoved it up Piers's rectum that morning, and the stinging in his already ravaged anus had been a bit of distraction at this time...

Between that and the ball parachute, and the nipple torture, oh God.

"Look at how hard your dick gets. It's amazing how you go off to work and it just roasts in that little metal tube, while you check out the secretaries and paralegals with their tiny, twitching skirts, going up and down the halls.

And then you come home to me, and I unlock you, but not for very long..."

Lithe, young, Brie's boobs had pushed against the little white tee shirt as she'd continued to stroke Piers's tumescent, suffering organ.

What an amazing energy Piers's wife had. Tying him own all over the house...

Over hassocks, foot stools, the bed, the pool table in the rec room...

And she'd be stroking away until he was begging and gasping before she'd clasp ice on his balls and lock him back up in that horrible tube.

But it turned him on something powerful!

And of course, Brie was always rubbing up and teasing Piers all the time when he was clothed, and this almost made his dick break the cruel stainless steel of the tube.

And how she'd teased him that morning!

Watching Brie's full lips purse in amusement as she thought of new torture methods...

It was scary how resurgent her powers of seduction and persuasion were.

"Yeah, we really should invite your Rugby buddies here. I can have Neil and Gary come over here, you can suck their cocks for me...

Gary's mad because you harass him about being a mere garage mechanic, while you're a hot shit lawyer?

I could whip your bare butt in front of him, roll those pantyhose down, and let the boys fuck you in your scarred ass, Polly."

"Polly" had tried not to grit his teeth in impotent rage.

Bitter experience had taught "Polly" that throwing a tantrum or showing any kind of anger would result in Brie exercising the rattan sometimes on his buttocks, or on his sensitive nipples.

So, tied to the post that morning, "Polly" had just said, heart simmering...

"Yes, Ma'am, Miss Brie. If that's what you want, Polly will service the whole Rugby team."

And then, Piers/Polly had burst into tears.

Brie had snickered watching her husband weep...

The badly applied mascara running, and Brie continued to twist and stroke the tortured cock until it was time for Polly to become Piers and go to work.

Brie loved keeping Piers in chastity, and when it came time for the monthly jerk...

When he beat his meat, Brie made things even more difficult.

"Jerk off on your dinner, Polly, and then eat it, all the mashed potatoes. Or wait till next month to touch yourself, I don't care."

"Last month I had you freeze your cum in the ice cube tray, so I want you to suck on a little cumsicle while you play with your penis...

This month I want you to suck the blood out of this homeless woman's tampon."

Or Brie would pee on Piers as he lay naked in the bathtub, and order him to rub his cock madly, in a challenge to cum before she quit her urination...could he catch all the piss in his mouth?

But now Piers was in his office, and he tried to remember that he was wearing an Italian suit, sitting at an expensive desk. Brie was just a visitor here.

"So, about the new firm, Brie. You actually found a submissive to handle the mailroom tasks?"

Brie yawned. "Yes, and Norville's as slavish as you. Not sure how many dicks he's sucked, you might show him a few things."

It's so awful, Piers thought. My typists, Maeve and Clementine snicker when they visit the office, and I think Brie tells them things when she visits...

Brie was looking at a young associate's ass in the hallway.

Piers raised his voice.

"Brie, about this precious law firm of yours, you found a mail clerk who can keep the confidences of the peculiarities of this-"

Brie yawned. "Yes, and he's a subbie, just like you are. Not sure how many dicks he's sucked, this Norville dude, but you might show him a few things."

There was a light knock, and Miss Ingomar Kernan, Piers's assistant entered, smiling. Miss Kernan was small and blonde and wore fashionable black-framed glasses.

"Hello, Ingie." Brie smiled.

Oh, I hope she doesn't embarrass me in front of the help, Piers thought nervously.

"I just have a motion for Mr. Upshur to look over." Miss Kernan smiled at Piers, and nodded to Brie. "It's so nice you could visit. Mr. Varnum asks after you all the time, Mrs. Upshur."

That was because Brie had given Mr. Varnum the best blowjob of his sixty-nine years last week, Piers thought resentfully.

Miss Kernan was unaware of how soon things were changing, but she knew Piers's wife dropped by quite often.

"Did you bring Mr. Upshur lunch?"

Mrs. Upshur thought this comment was hilarious.
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