Cum smells doesn't it? I mean, it doesn't smell great after its been hanging around for a while, and it is a fairly recognisable smell. So lets just say that day in the office was a complete horror show for me. No one said anything, this is a British workplace after all, and politeness is all. But the looks on colleagues faces made it very clear to me that they could smell something they recognised, something that could not be discussed at work, and whilst they couldn't be sure, they suspected it might have been emanating from me.
Public humiliation has always been a key kink of mine. But only in fantasy you understand. I would play in my thoughts about a mistress making me humiliate myself in public but in reality I would rather the ground opened up and swallowed me. Only ever in fantasy! The idea of anyone knowing about my submission, sexually and emotionally to my Queen, filled me with complete dread. We hadn't really discussed this part of our relationship - we both had just kept our outside lives totally separate from our personal and intimate lives. But I was soon to discover that my public humiliation fantasy was to about to become all too real.
I was shaking that evening when heading home. I was petrified that my colleagues might suspect me to be a depraved sexual deviant (and not in the nice way!) and may inform my boss, jeopardising my job and career. There is no coming back from this.
But I was also terrified to tell my Queen what had happened. If I told her it would suggest I was hoping to wriggle out the duty she had given me and would not ever wish her to think that was my goal. Serving Queen dutifully was the reason I get out of bed every morning. But if I didn't tell her I would be disobeying our agreement that we would always be open and honest with each other in all things.
I decided to tell Queen but to downplay it a little. Once I had prepared dinner and set the table, just in time for Queen to return from her work, I decided to strike whilst the iron was still somewhat hot.
"Queen, may I speak to you about a matter that is bothering me please?"
"Yes of course my puppet. But first, thank you for dinner. It looks and smells wonderful. You always look after your Queen so well. I am proud of you."
I beamed. I couldn't help it when Queen praised me.
"So go on then, explain what is on your mind" Queen prompted as she took her sip of the shiraz I just poured for her.
"Thank you Queen. I wanted to let you know that I think my colleagues could smell the scent of cum on me at work today. It made me feel embarrassed and fearful. I know the embarrassment is but momentary and with your encouragement I will learn to overcome such negatives emotions. But my fear is that my boss find out and she may sack me on grounds of sexual misconduct. And if that happened then I would not be able to maintain my support for your household Queen." I managed to get to the end of the explanation without my voice breaking or my showing too much distress which I was pleased with.
"I understand my puppet. But I don't think you need worry about your boss. They would need proof of misconduct and they are not about to ask you you to show them the contents of your underpants are they? Yes, your colleagues may have suspicions but that is as far as it will go I am sure. I would advise that on the days when you are wearing my lover's scent you add a spray or two to perfume to your body that day as well. Does that sound like a reasonable compromise puppet?"
I was amazed that Queen had offered any kind of compromise so I expressed my gratitude immediately and sank to my knees to kiss her feet in thanks.
"That's enough puppet. You are such a worrier. Now go and get busy with your chores while I eat this wonderful food you have created for me."
I did my chores that evening with an added vigour, delighted to be able to comply with Queen's requirements but still retain my decorum at work.
And so as the following weeks passed we began to slip into a new routine. Carl would visit two or three times a week to stay overnight and make love to Queen. Each morning after he would cum over my cock and balls before I left for work. I would add a spray of perfume in the car (Queen's suggestion as she didn't wish for Carl too be offended) and I would go to work as normal, the musky contents of my underpants disguised by the cedar wood scents of my perfume. Or so I had thought.
It was a Wednesday morning when I arrived at work that I sensed an odd atmosphere in the office. No one would make eye contact with me and there was none of the usual morning chatter while people made their morning coffee.
"Jay, please come to my office please" my manager, Sarah, called out to me, her head peaking out of her doorway for just a moment.
Call it a sixth sense but I knew immediately this wasn't a run-of the-mill catch-up on the cards. This felt very different.
As I tentatively walked into her office she looked up at me from behind her desk with an expressionless face. "Close the door behind you please Jay and come and sit." She said gesturing to the chair on the opposite side of her desk.
I complied, slowly and meekly. I was terrified now.
"This is difficult for me to discuss Jay but it is important that I do. But first I want to ask, is there anything bothering you, anything at home, in your personal life that I need to know about?"
I gulped. Audibly I think. "No Sarah. Nothing that I can think of. All as good as usual I would say. Thank you for asking."
