"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...
