There was a brief moment of silence, of pure unadulterated terror for Olly, before the crescendo of hysterical laughing broke out. Steph clasped her hands to her mouth in complete astonishment, Kate looked Olly straight in the eyes, laughing AT him, and Sophie stood there giggling with happiness, her arm fixed on Olly's naked shoulder in case he thought to make a run for it. The girls had always warned her off this 'obsession'. She would now show them it was Olly who was obsessed - obsessed with her! He had declared his love and offered himself entirely to her.
"So what the fuck is this?" Said Steph, standing and taking a step forward to scrutinise Olly's athletic body, with only his briefs hiding his modesty.
"He came around an hour ago beset with passion, he's declared his love for me!" Sophie forcibly turned Olly's head and gave him a deep kiss, her arms went behind him for a quick feel of those rock hard buttocks.
"Aw!!" The girls clapped in celebration for Sophie, as she generously accepted the applause, grinning ear to ear.
"So why..." said Kate, leaning upon his shoulder "is he in this state of undress?" Olly twitched with fear, Kate's incredible looks were now a source of fear and Steph's piercing gaze didn't look particularly friendly either.
Sophie recounted the tale:
"I couldn't stop him! He ripped his clothes off right in front of me and begged that I accept him as my boyfriend. I just about convinced him to keep these on" she pulled his briefs out and let go, slapping painfully back into his cock. "To keep just a LITTLE modesty."
The two girls broke out once more into outrageous laughter at the vision of Olly manically stripping off his clothes before a startled Sophie and begging for her affection. Olly couldn't quite believe it. He was about to protest at her tale of him wilfully submitting but...she was telling it with such confidence, had it actually happened that way? He recalled arriving here full of lust, and then removing his clothes before her, and he had screamed his love for her...his head was dizzy, he could no longer think, and resolved to remain silent.
"But why stop there?" Said Steph, growing in confidence. She had never liked the way this brat had led her friend and flatmate on, "take his pants off him."
Kate bent down to unashamedly inspect his little bulge. "Doesn't look like there's much there. So what's all the fuss about? Take them off him Sophie!" With this she poked at his groin. Olly dropped his head in humiliation, these two were determined to expose him. After all he had done for Sophie, they were going to unveil him anyway for the little dick he was! Their goading grew more vocal and more intense, to the point when Kate put her hands around his briefs, ready to yank them down.
"Stop!" The two halted their teasing immediately as Sophie demanded.
"He's mine, not yours, he does what I say. I ALONE!" Kate was impressed with this new found confidence in her girlfriend, clearly she had all in control, and Olly well under the thumb.
"You're the boss." Steph conceeded, leaving the pathetic figure alone in favour for the bottle of wine on the counter.
"Oh Olly will get that. Sit down girls, I want to hear all about your evening." Steph and Kate threw a confused look at each other but did as Sophie asked, sitting on the couch with her.
"Olly, be a good boy and open the wine. Then pour. Then that pasta needs cooking and whilst we eat you can clean the toilet." Steph guffawed at Sophie's outrageous requests, but all the girls broke out squealing when Olly merely turned around and followed his orders. Sophie sat back and laughed.
"He loves doing the chores for me!" She said with a grin, reality was now hers to fashion "He begged and grovelled to let him do it! He wants to be my house husband in the future." Kate and Steph watched on in amazement. Clearly the boy was besotted with Sophie and would do anything for her. "Where can I get a man like this?" said Kate.
"If you're nice to me I might just help you." Sophie giggled, even the girls were looking up to her. In the past Kate had always had the pick of the boys, but she wasn't the one with an obedient male servant, willing to do anything for her. As Olly walked back to the couch with the bottle and three glasses he felt three pairs of eyes devouring his near naked body. Reaching across to hand Kate a glass, Steph gave his arse a hard slap "on with it you stupid boy!" Olly looked to his mistress for redress but she merely laughed in his face.
"Oh do get on with it Olly! Stop flaunting or I'll have those pants of you so fast..."
With this threat Olly now understood his position. That evening he dutifully went about his tasks as the girls went through three bottles. The sexual lust he had briefly shared with Sophie had now disappeared. There was no longer any hint of eroticism or desire in her tone, she simply commanded him as he went about his list of tasks. On serving the girls dinner, Sophie pointed him to the bathroom. As the severely intoxicated girls toasted Sophie's success, Olly fell to his knees before the toilet bowl. The tiled floor was cold and Olly shivered as he tried to make sense of his position. In what must have been less than an hour he had gone from anticipating sex to a half-naked underling, serving the girls he had once looked down upon. He felt hate grow inside him for Kate and Steph. While he hoped Sophie did this to him out of love, these two bitches seemed to cruelly revel in his downfall, and seemed determined to push it further. How they had started to order him about and threatened to take his pants - and with them what was left of his dignity! That was only for his mistress. That beautiful girl who was both his entrapper and his saviour. He only had to serve her and the pictures would remain their little secret forever. He felt a shadow upon him, she stood in the doorframe, frowning at this lazy boy.
"You're not doing what I asked. When I order - you do! Honestly Olly! How is this relationship ever going to work unless you do what I say?! Do I need to rob you of those pants to make you see sense?"
Her voice was near hysterical, Olly was petrified, he couldn't let Kate and Steph see his poor little penis, he'd die of the permanent humiliation, they would never let him forget it and ensure everyone knew he wasn't the man he proudly posed to be. Desperate to please his mistress, he crawled towards her and began to kiss her feet.
"PLEASE forgive me mistress?"
Sophie was so irritated, why did he have to make everything such a chore. Why would he try to disobey her like this?
"Go get your clothes, I'm so angry I done with you for tonight, I'll call you tomorrow."
As Olly hurriedly changed on Sophie's doorstep (Kate had forcibly refused to allow him to dress in the flat) he was overcome with remorse. He had angered his mistress. He bitterly regretted not throwing himself into his cleaning duties without hesitation. Then he wouldn't have disappointed her. On returning home Olly immediately shed his clothes. Kneeling naked down beside his bed, he fantasised over kneeling before Sophie and kissing her shoes, barely ten strokes in and he erupted with ecstasy. It was even better than last night's wanking session, Sophie had awoken a new level of desire in him. He tried to sleep but Sophie's gorgeous body filled his mind with both lust and guilt.
*
Tessa noticed something odd in Olly the next day. He made no attempt to boss her about and shuffled around meekly as he went about his work. Even Marie had remarked on her employees' strange behaviour and had asked him if he needed to go home sick. Tessa didn't care what was wrong with him, she preferred this docile version to the usual chauvinist she had grown to hate. As the doorbell rang, Tessa went to open it.
"Hi Sophie!"
Olly twitched at the name. Looking towards the door he saw Tessa, chatting away to his mistress. He didn't quite know the extent of their acquaintance but it filled him with dread. As Sophie marched into the small office, Chiara and Marie went over to greet her. Their quiet little office rarely got visitors, it was only a small business, Marie had left a larger management consultancy to form her own, Chiara and Olly were her only permanent staff and Tessa held the only internship offered. As the girls kissed cheeks and exchanged pleasantries Olly sunk low into his desk chair. Why was it women always seemed to have some secret affinity with each other? Why had Sophie come here? Surely she wasn't going to make an example of him in front of the female staff? His neck twitched as he fiddled with his scratchy collar, he longed to take it off.
"Aren't you going to greet me darling?"
Sophie's words confused the girls, were Olly and Sophie dating? Stumbling to his feet, Olly slowly walked over to her, all eyes on him. He stopped before her, unsure as how to proceed. She wasn't going to make him kiss her shoes right here in the office - was she? Sophie leant in and kissed him. Deep and long, just so there was no confusion from the girls that he was hers. Tessa exhaled in surprise. Olly was always acting the macho bachelor but in actual fact he was Sophie's boyfriend! Marie smiled at the loving sight, from what her friend Hilary had told her, Sophie was a lovely girl, she seemed like she could get Olly to settle down.
"I hope you don't mind Marie, but I was wondering if I could whisk Mr. Big here away ten minutes early?"
With Marie's permission, Sophie took him by the hand and led him out the office. Marie shared a puzzled look with the girls, Sophie certainly seemed to know how to handle him. Tessa considered if Sophie's nickname for him - Mr.Big - had a hidden meaning...
Olly sat silently, holding hands with Sophie on the train home. She was gazing out the window, smiling happily. Was she planning a repeat performance for her flatmates again?
"Will, will they be there again?" Olly was scared to ask Sophie a question, but his quivering dick demanded to know what ritual humiliation they had in store for him.
"Oh we won't be going back to mine, Hilary's invited us both over."
Olly's heart sunk at the news. Hilary! He had completely overlooked his last dealing with Hilary since Sophie had taken over his thoughts entirely. It was that wicked bitch that had arranged all this in the first place. He brooded on his situation, recalling her hurtful kicks, her forced photo session, her demand that he crawl for her. Hilary had forced him into this state of submission. Feeling sorry for himself, sick of it all, he tried to wrestle his hand free from Sophie's but she merely grabbed him tighter. She threw him a look of annoyance that instantly quashed any thoughts of resistance on his part. Olly bitterly noticed that Sophie didn't look anything as good as she had last night. She was wearing a rather frumpy sweater and a long checkered skirt. Though the heels remained. And yet despite her now dowdy appearance, still Olly felt attraction to her, he wanted to forcibly strip her down, turn her over and fuck her hard from behind, where he'd be in charge.
By the time Sophie had dragged Olly to Hilary's it was getting dark. On answering the door Hilary embraced Sophie with a long hug, beaming with happiness at her buoyant young protégé. As she turned to Olly her faced turned to one of menace.
