We were four days into a two week workshop when Bruce changed my life. The new prototype was so cutting edge the company was scared shitless it would leak to the competitors. So instead of having the workshop onsite where vendors and contractors might hear about it, we were in a hotel conference room in the city where the device would eventually be placed into full production. Of course this worked out well for me since I was staying at the hotel, having traveled to the workshop as part of the R&D team.
The restrooms near the conference rooms were small, and meant for one person at a time, even though the room contained both a toilet and a urinal. I'd forgotten to lock the door upon entering, and just as I started pissing into the urinal, Bruce came in behind me. I didn't hear him, and only realized he was standing behind me when his left hand rested on my left shoulder.
I nearly jumped out of my skin, but before I could say anything, his right hand reached around my waist and cupped my balls and cock, pushing my hand away as he took over for me, aiming my stream down into the small puddle. His hand was huge compared to mine, and my entire package fit easily in his palm, with his forefinger and thumb holding my less than average sized cock to ensure the piss went where it was supposed to go.
"Wha... Um... Sir?"
I tried to say something, to make the extremely unprofessional scenario seem less awkward. My mind spun in circles trying to understand what was happening, and what I needed to do.
"Shhh. I won't hurt you... yet. Just relax and let it all out. Doesn't it feel nice to have me hold you and protect you? Don't your little balls feel safe resting in my hand?" His voice was deep and soothing.
I was frozen. I had no idea what to say, or do. Bruce was easily twice my size and probably many times my strength. I couldn't overpower him. I could either start screaming and hoped he stopped or someone came to help, or I could just let it happen.
I just let it happen. I don't know if it was because he's a regional VP and I'm just a team lead, or if it was because he was so much bigger and stronger than me, or if it was because I recognized on some level that I liked how it felt to have him hold me so possessively. Or maybe it was because he's so good looking.
"I've been watching you. You're a very delicate little thing aren't you. I wonder if you have any idea what you've been doing to me the past few days. I can't help myself any longer. I need to own you, to control you, to dominate you and make you live only for me. I know you're scared, I can feel you shaking, but don't worry. When I take control of you, you'll beg me to do it every step of the way."
I was shaking, but I don't remember if it was out of fear or desire. His hot breath on my neck, his rough hands on the soft skin of my genitals, his powerful grip on my shoulder. He was doing things to my insides no one had ever done.
I was shocked at myself. I wasn't gay. I mean, not really. I had been married for god sake, to a woman. I mean sure I watched those silly sissy-hypno videos sometimes when I jacked off, but that's just for variety, I don't really like men. Right? Gay or not, I felt myself responding to his touch.
I had finished pissing and my dick started getting hard. When Bruce realized, he started stroking me, his finger and thumb so large, they practically covered the entire length of my cock.
"I'm going to take away your manhood, and you're going to help me do it. I'm going to leave now, I want you to take off your pants and throw your briefs away. You don't need them anymore. Those underwear are for men, and that's not you babe. But, if you chose to disobey me I'll honor your decision and leave you alone. It's your choice, sweetheart."
When he left I stood facing the urinal with my mind racing. My cock was still hard and I desperately wanted to finish myself off, but Bruce didn't say I could. He said I had to obey, did that mean I could only do what I was told to do? Or was I allowed to do as I pleased unless he specifically forbade it?
I don't remember making the decision, I just remember acting. I removed my shoes and trousers, and then my briefs. I quickly redressed without any underwear.
I almost threw them away right there in the bathroom, but the bin didn't have a lid, and someone would see them. It would be too weird. I had to be discreet. I balled them up and put them in my pocket and quickly walked back to the conference room.
Most of the managers were still on break, and the room was nearly empty. Bruce was there, he was facing toward me, but was in a conversation with someone I didn't know. I quickly took the briefs out of my pocket and smashed them into the empty coffee cup I'd used earlier that morning. After replacing the lid on the cup, I walked over and dropped it into the waste bin.
I couldn't tell if Bruce was watching me. I was so worried about getting caught I wasn't focused on that at the moment. I took my seat and locked my eyes on my notebook, not looking up or looking at anyone, even after the meeting had resumed.
Twenty minutes later my phone vibrated in my pocket. I grabbed it absentmindedly and opened the message.
'Save me in your contacts as Daddy.'
I didn't recognize the phone number, but I knew who it was from. He had seen me throw my underwear away. A second text appeared shortly after I saved Daddy to my contact list.
'There's a shopping mall across the street and three blocks down. We'll have a two hour lunch break today, you should have plenty of time.'
Following the message was an image of bright pink thong panties. He wanted me to buy and wear women's underwear. Did they have to be pink? Was I still in the mood to obey him? My hard cock said yes.
It was warm outside and I had walked briskly to conserve time so when I walked into the lingerie store, I could feel sweat starting to form on my body. Or maybe I was fucking nervous as hell and that was making me sweat.
I tried to seem as small and invisible as possible as I quickly browsed the panty displays, but the morning crowd was thin and the shopkeeper was bored.
"Can I help you find something?"
She was a decade younger than me, twenty something and cute. She was smiling politely at me, but I could see a bit of curiosity in her expression. Men bought lingerie for their wives and girlfriends, it wasn't odd that I was there, right?
"Uh... I'm looking for some panties."
"Okay, I can help you with that. Are these for you, or someone else?"
I wanted to lie. The lie was right their on my tongue, but I thought about Bruce. Would he ask if I told the truth? He didn't tell me I had to be honest with the sales lady, but he didn't tell me I could lie either? Would I be disobedient to him if I lied?
"They're for me." I could feel the heat in my face as I blushed bright red.
"Okay, that makes it easier. It's always hard to guess someone else's size. Are you looking for full bottom panties, or a thong, or a g-string?"
"Thong panties, something kind of discreet." I was dying inside, fighting to sound confident and casual. My anxiety was in overdrive.
"Okay, discreet. So probably low waist, and probably something with an invisible hem. We have these over here. You can see the edge of the material has no hem, so there won't be a panty line visible through your trousers. And the material is very soft and stretchy which makes them more comfortable since thongs sort of ride right up in your butt."
I was surprised and grateful for her casualness, acting as if a man buying panties was perfectly normal. I knew she had to be dying inside with laughter selling the perfect panties to a little pervert like me. She never showed it on the outside though, and she gave very good advice.
"This table here has all of the colors we offer. How many do you need to purchase?"
There were seven colors arranged in front of me. Dark blue, maroon, red, light pink, yellow, light green, and bright pink. How many would I need? I guess I only needed one pair, but Bruce did say I wouldn't need boys underwear anymore. Did that mean anymore today, or ever? It had to mean forever, he made me throw them away. That's sort of permanent. So how many did I need? I usually had about a dozen pairs of briefs so I guess I needed to replace them all.
"I think I need about a dozen pairs."
"Oh great. For your complexion and skin tone I would recommend the blue and the green, or the maroon if you prefer a warmer color."
"I'll get five of the blue, and five of the green, and um... ah... two of the hot pink."
"Perfect, Let me get those bagged up for you and I'll meet you at the counter to pay."
I watched in dread as she started placing the folded items into a pink and white stripped bag. The bag style was widely recognizable. But she saw my concern and switched to a plain black plastic bag instead.
"I almost forgot, discreet." She reminded herself. I could have hugged her.
By the time I'd returned to my hotel room I still had ample time before the meetings were scheduled to resumed. I stripped naked and put on a pair of the hot pink panties. The soft silky feel of the materiel against my skin made my cock hard instantly. I was in love. I would never wear a pair of men's briefs again. This felt like heaven.
There was one problem, though. My body would best be described as androgynous or maybe even feminine, and I had never really had much body hair, but what I did have looked out of place while wearing the panties. It had to go.
