On two previous occasions at my employers I was required, by female authority, to strip naked, be inspected thoroughly by many female eyes, young and old and, on the last occasion, touched intimately and take a mild spanking. I have to admit that this happened because I chose to comply with said authority rather than suffer the consequences. I didn't want to be unemployed and, to be honest, a part of me enjoyed what happened.
Nonetheless, I was pleased to have gone through it all and to now have a chance to resume a relatively normal and satisfying life. I can put the being seen naked behind me - that's not a big deal. The touching and spanking is a bit more difficult to swallow but it happened, I has not hurt in any lasting way and now I'm out of it.
Things have changed at work. Susan, my immediate supervisor, who as you recall, was the catalyst of those happenings and who seemed to on the verge of wanting a dominating relationship with me, has left. I am now the team supervisor and apart from the occasional flash of the surreptitious pictures Sara and Louise took on their phones during that "team meeting" and the occasional smart comment from one of the women from Miss Jenkins' outer office, if I happen to bump into them, there are no lasting effects on my work-life.
I also have a girlfriend, Alyssa. It's going well, very easy going, good sex, nothing too kinky, just the usual range of stuff and we are half moved-in together. She has a better job than me, a department manager at one of the other companies in town.
I was cruising along, happy.
One day I received a memo from Miss Jenkins:
"Colin so glad to hear how well you are doing. I'd like to discuss something with you in regard to your professional development. Please come by my office tomorrow." KJ.
I felt suspicious, given what had gone before, but I put it out of my mind and decided to take the invitation at face value.
I entered the outer office and everyone looked up and smiled, a few winked and pointed to my crotch with a thumbs-up sign. I was anticipating something like this and laughed it off.
"She's expecting you, go straight in."
I went in and sat down.
"Hello Colin, "said Miss Jenkins. "I've been very pleased to hear good reports about you. You have great potential and an opportunity has come up that will help you expand your involvement with the wider business."
I had one hand on my belt buckle expecting that the first step would inevitably have me in the nude. But this time it sounded kosher.
"Networking," she continued, "is very important. We have key business relationships with other companies in this area.
"I'm a member of the local Women In Business group. I'd like your help with an event that will introduce you to some key individuals."
"That sounds very interesting," I said. "Count me in."
"Excellent. I'm holding a cocktail party for the group at my apartment tomorrow evening. I'd value your help in hosting."
That wasn't quite what I was expecting. I was thinking more along the lines of a business seminar. However it did seem like a good step forward.
"Sure." I said, "I'll be there."
"Wonderful. I'll email you the details."
It was midsummer and a mini heatwave. The evenings were balmy. I dressed in my new designer jeans and a really smart button down short sleeved shirt. No jacket required. I checked my look and liked it.
I arrived 5 minutes early at her address which was in a modern upscale development. There were 3 or 4 women drifting around the spacious living room.
