The day after Mengxia had me listen in to her having sex with her boyfriend, I went back into work with some trepidation. Aroused from my three weeks denied orgasm, humiliated by the events of the previous evening and nervous about my meeting with Mengxia that evening, I could barely focus on work, and it seemed to take ages for 5 pm to roll around.
At last, it was four-fifty and I'd finished everything I needed to do. I put my laptop back into my bag, and cleaned up everything else. I then hesitated, in the centre of the room.
Mengxia's instructions had been clear. Although I had undressed in front of her twice already, it was different to do it alone. Feeling somewhat foolish, I unlaced and stepped out of my shoes and peeled off my socks. I undid my belt and then my pants, folding them neatly on my desk. Finally, I took of my shirt and boxers. I was left standing in the middle of my vice-presidential suite, completely naked except for the pale pink hard plastic chastity device locked on my cock, responsible for the tormented state I was in.
Remembering the next part of her instructions, I faced the door and slowly lowered myself to my knees, then folded forward onto my elbows with my palms facing upwards. I lowered my forehead until it was touching the grey carpet. I could smell the musty odour that all carpets have.
Five minutes passes, and then ten. It was now 5:10. The position wasn't uncomfortable, but it was humiliating to be made to wait that way in my own office. More than once, I heard the distant sound of approaching shoes and was disappointed to hear them recede down another corridor. Another 20 minutes went by, and I wonder if she was going to show up at all. Was this some kind of test?
At last, I heard the familiar click-clack of high heels approaching and getting louder and louder. I made sure to check my posture, forehead straight down, palms skyward. I held my breath.
The door opened.
Mengxia walked in. I didn't dare to look up, but I could hear her approaching me. I could almost imagine the self-satisfied expression on her face. The high heels click-clacked their way into my view, right in front of my face.
"You're a good boy for following my instructions," I heard her voice say. "You can look up now." I looked up.
It was as though I was seeing her for the very first time.
Horny beyond belief from my three weeks in chastity, my eyes travelled over Mengxia stunned by how good she looked. She was wearing knee-high heeled boots, the black tips gently tapping the floor. I slowly looked up, taking in her fishnet stockings encasing her long legs, up to the hem of her black dress, which was just a little higher than strictly appropriate. The dress was cut off at her upper forearms, and showed a hint of cleavage. Her beautiful face stared down at me, a mocking smile taking shape around her lips.
"There he is," she said. "The senior Vice President, kneeling naked in his own office, and all because he was denied an orgasm for three weeks by his intern! Do you feel manly now, sissy boy? Do you feel strong and powerful?"
I shook my head mutely.
"That's good," she said, approvingly. "Manly egos tend to get in the way of submitting to a woman like me. Luckily, they're also very easy to suppress. I can see the desire in your eyes now. You'd do anything for me, wouldn't you? You know that I am the only person alive who can give you release.
I nodded and she smiled widely.
"Good boy," she said again. "Now, get on your hands and knees. I want you to worship the ground I walk on." She turned on her heel and started walking around the office at a steady pace. Realizing what was expected of me, I started planting kisses on every spot that her boot touched the ground. She walked just fast enough for this to be uncomfortable, giggling as I struggled to hit every spot. She made a couple circuits of the room, for what seemed be be no other reason other than to make me uncomfortable.
Finally, she sat on my chair, behind my desk, with me on my hands and knees to her right. She slowly swiveled the chair to face me, raising her right heel as she did so.
"I want you to lie on your back, slave boy," she said. "I want your head right underneath my heel, with your legs reaching under the desk so I have access to all of you."
"Yes, Miss Li." I bent forward and flipped over, adjusting myself so I was positioned as she had instructed, facing the ceiling. Her right heel hovered over my face ominously.
"Open your mouth."
She gently lowered her right heel into my open mouth, and knowing what was expected of me, I immediately began to suck it. Her left heel, free to move, found the top of my chastity device.
"Poor cocklette," she taunted, the smile in her voice evident even without looking. "He really has had a rough few weeks hasn't he?"
She started pushing her heel into my mouth a little more firmly, while her left heel found my exposed balls, teasing them gently. We both stayed silent for a few minutes.
"Tell me slave, did you enjoy last night?"
Clearly, I was not meant to respond, as she punctuated these words with a deeper dig of her heels into my mouth.
"He was very rough to me, you know sissy? He reached parts of me only a huge cock like his could. You wouldn't be able to perform anywhere close, even if you tried twice as hard. Did you like the way he fucked me?"
This time she raised her heel, giving my the chance to respond.
"Yes, Miss Li. He fucked you really well and sounded like he pleasured you very much."
Mengxia giggled. "Yes slave, that he did. Actually I'm still a little sore from the way he pounded me. And my ass stings from the way he spanked me."
"Miss Li, don't you deserve someone who treats you better than him?" I couldn't help but bring this up.
Mengxia withdrew her heel bending over so I could see her face clearly. "Ah I see," she said, "It bothers you that he treated me like such a slut, doesn't it? Despite the way I've enslaved and tormented you from day one, you still have feelings for me don't you slave? You're upset that I make you obey my every rule, while he's allowed to do whatever he wants to me. Isn't it?"
I wasn't sure what to say.
"Isn't it?" she repeated sharply, digging her heel into my balls as she said so, causing me to yelp in pain.
"Yes, Miss Li," I answered honestly.
"I thought so," she said. "You see, you're forgetting what I told you on the very first day. My boyfriend has a massive dick. As far as I'm concerned, that means that he owns me. I'd do anything to have him fuck me. Anything. Any woman would. There are so few penises in the world capable of satisfying us in that way, that we would happily do anything they say, even if they're kind of jerks. If he wants me to dress like a total slut for him, I'll do it. If he wants me to offer up my beautiful bubble butt for him to spank, I'll do it. If he wants me to clean his house dressed up in a skimpy maid's outfit, I'll do it.
She punctuated her points with painful digs to my balls.
"Average cocks, well we wouldn't go crazy for those. There are so many six-inch cocks in the world. They are fuckable enough, but a girl wouldn't go crazy for one of those. The guy would have to be special in other respects. Preferably have a lot of money. They would still be respected though."
"Now the small cocks, on the other hand," she grinned. "Those aren't worth anything to us. Everyone knows this. But that's also what makes you so eager to please. You know, even in your deprived state at the moment, that worshipping my boots is way more than you deserve. You'll serve me in ways that big-cocked men just don't, because you have to, and you have no other choice."
She leaned back again, resting on the back of her chair. "Isn't that just fair and natural, sissy?"
"It -" I gulped. "It hurts and it's humiliating, Miss Li."
"It should be," she said. "Perhaps now you'll empathize with the way women have been objectified for centuries. Intelligent, career-driven women have for years had to deal with the fact that they are judged on their looks more than their abilities. A smart woman can work hard and still get passed over for the less talented girl with bigger boobs, or a tighter ass."
"And here you lie, sissy Vice President. You're a smart, capable person, or you wouldn't have risen this far. But you have a pathetic little dick, and so you'll always be a slave. It's only fair, after all."
"Speaking of which," she said suddenly, grinning. "Stand up. I have a surprise for you."
This couldn't be good. I flipped over and used my hands to push myself to my feet. While I was doing that, Mengxia put her hands inside her skirt, and elegantly took off her panties, pulling them over her boots, as I stood up.
"Do you remember the last part of that telephone call last night, sissy?" she asked, giggling as she held out her panties for me to look at.
They were a pink strappy pair of crotchless bikini panties. As I looked closely, I was horrified to see white crusty stains. The jerk! He had come on her panties and made her wear them all day.
"I know, he is a bit of an asshole, isn't he?" she said, seeming to read my thoughts. "I told you though, girls would do anything for a big cock like his. I've worn it all day, like he said. But I don't want to keep his gift all to myself, you see. I'm the kind of person who shares."
She grinned diabolically, and I realized what she was about to do.
"Put them on. Now."
I knew that she meant it. I took the soiled panties from her and slowly, under her watchful eye, slid them up my legs. They were crotchless, of course, so my small cock poked out through the opening. Damn, I'd actually started thinking of it as a small cock. That was humiliating.
They were nice panties. But instead of the soft feel, there was a hard, disgusting, crusty feel from the dried cum. It was disgusting. And she knew it.
"Do you like them, my dear?" she asked. "You know, I'm going to get into a lot of trouble when he sees me tonight without them. I am disobeying his instructions. I might need to make it up to him. Hmm.."
She thought for a moment, and then reached a hand behind her back to unhook her bra. Slipping the straps off through the armholes of her dress, she pulled it out and held it in front of me for me to inspect.
The bra was black, cut quite low to maximize exposure of the breasts. It must have looked quite good on her.
"Have you ever put a bra on before, sissy?"
I shook my head.
