Philip shifted nervously in his seat as the Board meeting dragged on. As the General Counsel, he had been through many such meetings before, but he was dreading the last item on the agenda this time. On paper, it was an innocuous update by the head of a new employee group called Talent Advocating for Change that included a presentation suggesting the standard improvements to the company's work life balance and treatment of employees. Demands for fewer hours, better pay, including employees in decision making and better communication by management - the typical nonsense whining from people ungrateful for their paychecks.
But this group was run by Emily Goode, the CEO's secretary. Six weeks ago, Emily had effortlessly forced Philip to submit to her will and then turned ownership of him over to his own secretary, Sara. During Philip's daily 1:1 discipline session with Sara two weeks ago, Emily interrupted to inform Philip that she needed this TAC session added to the end of the agenda. Philip, at the time tied to the chair and begging his Highness to make him cum as she twisted his nipples and edged his cock, had feebly tried to resist.
"I don't make the agenda," he cried. "Don keeps full control of the agenda. He decides! He'll demand I remove it."
Emily looked at Sara, who smirked and said "you've added a week to your punishment, you naughty boy" before removing her hands from his slick, pulsing, red cock.
"No please, I'm sorry, I'll do whatever you want. Please Goddess just let me cum," cried Philip.
Emily walked over and lightly swatted his straining cock with the crop lying on the desk.
"Good boy. The 4:30-5:30 executive session on Wednesday," she ordered. "I'll get you the presentation next week. You clearly need more punishment. You never argue with me or any of your owners." With that, she walked out and closed the door, the faint sound of grunting following her as Sara began edging him again.
Don, the CEO and Philip's boss for the last 7 years, had asked him about it at the prep meeting last week. He wanted it removed because he said it was typical whiny bullshit. "They have jobs and that is enough. If they want to make decisions, then they can start their own businesses," he ranted. Philip told him that Emily ran the TAC and that she had asked for it to be added. The bravado left Don.
"Oh, I didn't know that. She has talked to me about that group now that you say it. I should probably indulge her. I can always play the good guy while you shoot it down, right Philip?" Good-cop bad-cop had long been the routine. Don paid Philip well for it and seemed unaware that everyone saw through the charade.
"But why did you agree without talking to me first?"
"Oh, she claimed that you had already agreed." The little white lies never ended in the corporate world. Sara had promised that if Philip cooperated with Emily at the meeting she would reward me. Philip knew he would do whatever Emily and Sara wanted. His caged dick throbbed in my expensive suit at the thought of Sara's skilled teasing and orgasm denial.
Emily had been hired a few months ago, replacing the retiring Phyllis. Don wanted someone with beauty and competence and in Emily he got both. He claimed he wanted beauty to disarm visitors, but Philip knew it was because he hoped to have someone to sleep with whenever he wanted. Emily quickly settled in and became very popular with the staff by vocally advocating for changes. As far as he knew, she had refused Don's advances so far.
Phyllis was the first of a wave of secretarial retirements that saw every executive secretary get replaced within months. Bill, the COO, even hired his own wife Carol. It was explained at the time that it was necessary as his wife needed to be around to handle a health issue for Bill. While it was a bit odd and had caused some alarm at the time, the new replacements that Don hired were all young, attractive, friendly and very skilled. Company morale, long a problem, saw noticeable improvement thanks to the wave of youthful enthusiasm and optimism. Many in the company saw Emily as the face of this movement, and had thrown support behind her new employee group when she suggested it.
Thus, Philip had a problem. Don expected him to shoot down Emily's proposals in the Boardroom and would undoubtedly be furious with him if he didn't. Even worse, the employees supported Emily. But Emily and Sara had spent the last six weeks turning him into their own personal toy and all he wanted was to do as he was told, please them however they demanded and cum. His cock was locked, and Sara held the key. He had no idea how he was going to solve this problem.
The Boardroom was the standard dark wood everywhere with a giant U-Shaped table and a presentation table in the open space of the U. Guests and note takers sat off to the side at a series of uncomfortable benches with tiny laptop tables. As 4:30 arrived, Emily moved from her bench seat to the presenter podium and everyone else who was not a Board member left for the Executive Session. Philip hoped he would still have a job tomorrow.
"Good afternoon. Before I begin, I would like to bring in the other members of the TAC advisory committee so that they can assist with the presentation," Emily stated. Don raised his eyebrows. This was a highly irregular request.
Philip expected a refusal on confidentiality grounds but Don agreed. "Employees should be free to express themselves and I'd like to make sure we hear everything," he said. "Any legal concerns?" he asked. Oh, angling for the bad cop, Philip thought.
"No, we just need to reflect their attendance in the minutes," Philip said. Don shot him a look. Philip shrugged.
Emily opened the door and motioned to those gathered inside. One after another, every executive's secretary filed inside, each carrying a professional briefcase. One by one, they grabbed a chair from the stack in the corner, and placed it beside their boss. Philip had never noticed a stack of chairs there before.
Thus the table was set. Don at the head of the table, flanked by his seven executives interspersed with members of the TAC, who just so happened to be each executive's secretary. In a nod to diversity, Becky the CFO and Lindsey the marketing head had male secretaries. Along with Emily and Sara, Olivia the lesbian head of HR, Bill the COO, Tom the CTO and Frank the sales boss had female secretaries. All of the executives wore varying expressions of confusion. Sara's chair was so close to me her elbow was digging into my stomach. She looked at me and gave that smirk Philip had seen too many times recently.
Once everyone was situated, Emily began again.
"The employees elected us to be the TAC advisory board because we have extensive contact with you, the management team." Emily looked around the room and shared an unreadable look with the other secretaries.
"I know you have all reviewed the presentation and the demands within it. Before the vote, I would like to add some additional demands. You will add each of us to the Board, make us each the co-head of your departments and pay us each as much as you."
Emily's tone was haughty and commanding. She had the look of someone expecting total agreement. The words hung in the air as the executives looked at each other with shock, that quickly turned to amusement. Don looked to be turning red with anger and opened his mouth. Emily shut it with a withering look.
"Not only will you do this for us, you will beg to sign the papers. It is time to show you who really runs the world."
Emily placed a small remote on the table. Don turned ashen.
"Please, Emily, no." Philip had never seen Don so afraid. Philip was no longer afraid for his job. He was now afraid of something much worse.
"Don, strip!" Emily demanded with a smirk.
"Please," he whimpered.
She stared him down. Don hung his head. He stood up, and removed his jacket, tie and shirt. Emily stood, with her arms crossed, waiting. The rest of the executives sat rooted to their chairs in shock.
Suddenly, Frank yelled, "Stop! Don! What are you doing?" Frank's secretary Emma whispered something into Frank's ear. His face turned ashen and he looked down at the table, silent.
Don continued, defeated. As his pants dropped to the floor, he revealed he was wearing transparent white underwear that showed off a locked cock, just like Philip's. The underwear appeared specially made for a locked cock, the way it hugged and accentuated.
"Now bitch, turn around for your team and then get on your knees on the table like I've taught you," Emily commanded. As Don turned around, everyone gasped at the sight of the fact that the underwear was a thong and it wasn't hiding the glittery butt plug in his ass. Well, not everyone gasped - the TAC team smiled and laughed. Don climbed onto the table, spread his legs and put his hands behind his head.
"As you can all see, Don has been trained well. He is now mine. All he cares about is pleasing me and earning releases for his cock. He thought he could have a toy for a secretary and instead got more than he bargained for."
As she talked, Emily circled around to the head of the table, carrying the remote and sat in Don's seat and put her feet on the table. Don had his eyes closed, breathing heavily.
"Now, watch as I show you what Don can do. Don, feet."
Don immediately began kissing Emily's feet and sucking her toes. Philip and Olivia, at the farthest end of the table, had very clear views of Don's caged cock dangling under him and the plug glittering in the harsh office lights as he bent to his task.
Philip noticed an extra strap around Don's balls, which appeared to be locked in place with a small padlock. Emily saw Philip's look. "You are probably wondering how I brought Don to heel so quickly. He is such a big strong, powerful man. Well, it's pretty simple. Men are led by their cocks, and I own the cock," Emily said.
