Beyond Sissy's Spa Day

This story is a continuation of "Sissy's spa day." I would suggest reading that story before this one. Everything will make more sense.

As I left the "Tease and Please Spa" after having received a Brazilian wax that I never in a million years would have planned myself, I walked to my car with my head absolutely spinning.

Less than 24 hours earlier, I had been in full control of my own, albeit somewhat dull, life. Now? Now I had no idea what was happening. All because of this young woman, Monica, or Mistress Monica, to be more precise.

I had met her at a work function the night before. She had basically commanded me to join her at Starbucks, embarrassed me to no end in front of other patrons, compelled me to change out of my own panties into a racy, pink thong that she had provided, driven my car to her apartment, absconded with my clothes, forced me to drive home nearly naked and then sent me to the spa, where the humiliation had only gotten worse.

Suddenly the not-so-proud owner of a completely bare pubic region, I proceeded to head for home as I tried to make some sort of sense of it all. Hungry, I decided to stop off at a fast-food joint for a quick bite. I couldn't help gawking at the teen-aged girl who served me. Blonde, with a nicely developing rack, she took my order in a completely businesslike, almost bored, fashion. I couldn't help wonder what she would think if somehow she knew I was completely hairless "down there."

Upon arriving home, I became increasingly horny. The hot girl at the restaurant, combined with everything that had happened last night and today, had produced quite an effect on me. But, of course, I remembered the lady at the spa having given me explicit instructions to abstain from masturbating for 48 hours - "because my skin is far too sensitive." I would regret it if I failed to comply, she had warned, ominously.

Obviously, this was going to be an extremely frustrating weekend. Then I thought about Mistress Monica. After all the instructions she had delivered, she had said nothing beyond giving me the assignment to go to the spa. I had her phone number. She had given it to me, and had me call her, the night before. I wondered if I should call her again now. I wanted to. Hell, I just wanted to hear her voice. There was something about this young woman. God, she excited me. But I knew, under the parameters that had quite clearly been laid out, it probably was not a good idea for me to contact her of my own volition. I would just have to wait and see if I heard from her. I mean, I was going to hear from her, right? The thought of not ... well, that was not something I wanted to consider.

It was too late to go to the track with my buddies, which is how I had originally planned to spend my Saturday, before Mistress Monica had upset my applecart. Jesus, if those guys knew where I had actually been, and what I had actually done, or had done to me, instead of spending the day with them. They already were pissed at me for backing out of something that had been planned for quite some time. Still, they had told me I could meet up with them later for beers, but I just didn't feel like it. I just felt like staying home with my newly waxed little ... well, multiple women had either commented on or even seen my small penis since last night. That group even included my boss, Katherine! At least she only referenced it, I thought.

I tried to get through the weekend by overdosing on sports on television. I really wanted to watch porn, but I knew that wasn't a good idea, what with my already excited state and my being prohibited from jerking off. As Sunday faded into evening, I wondered if Betty, the receptionist at the spa, had just been fucking with me. I wondered if my skin really was too sensitive for me to pleasure myself. Forty-eight hours, she had said. That meant mid-day Monday. I'd be at work, which meant I'd have to wait until Monday night. God, my cock seemed to be perpetually hard, and my nether regions felt so incredibly smooth! I had to admit, I liked that. It made me feel almost like a woman, or so I fantasized. I'd been having a lot of feminine-type thoughts lately.

I decided that I would wait until Monday morning to get myself off. That wouldn't be 48 hours, but it would probably be close enough. I mean, would three or four hours short of 48 really matter? I set my alarm an hour early to give me ample time to play with myself. Once I had an orgasm, I figured, maybe I could start getting back to some semblance of normal.

It was difficult to get to sleep, as it had been the night before, because I was so god-damn horny. I couldn't help thinking about Mistress Monica, whom I still hadn't heard from, as well as the teen-aged girl at the fast-food place. And Tess, the woman who had waxed me, and her sidekick Betty, who had denied me from jerking off for 48 hours. And, of course, my married neighbor, Misty, who had seen me arrive home in just the skimpy, pink thong Friday night. All of those women, and the thought of their sweet pussies, kept flashing through my mind as it got later and later, and my time to sleep became shorter and shorter.

Evidently, I finally drifted off because the next thing I knew, my fucking cell phone was ringing. Jarred out of my slumber way too soon, I struggled to find the phone on my nightstand, and answered in a gravelly voice.

"Dan, it's Katherine," my boss said. "I'm sorry to wake you, but I need you in early this morning. It's important."

"Uh, what time is it?" I asked.

"Six-thirty," she replied. "I need you to get to the office as quickly as possible. Something has come up that can't wait. I need you there as close to seven as possible. Don't waste any time."

I told Katherine I would be there as soon as I could and jumped out of bed. All I could think was what the fuck? This had never happened in the five years I had worked for Katherine, or in the 20-plus years I'd been with the company, for that matter. What the hell could be so important? We typically began our work days at 9, and no one ever even cared it you arrived a little later than that. I had no idea what to make of this, but Katherine certainly sounded worked up, breathless almost.

Under the circumstances, I decided not to take the time to shave, but I had to shower. My hair was always an absolute mess when I woke up, and I didn't even really wake up until the water hit me. I dressed quickly. Ordinarily, I spent several minutes sorting through my clean panties, deciding which pair fit my mood on that particular day, but in this instance, I simply grabbed the first pair on top in my lingerie drawer. Oh how I loved having my own lingerie drawer! I snagged a bottle of juice out of the fridge and was on my way. So much for my jerking-off plans, I thought. I guess it would wind up being even more than 48 hours. And despite the crazy beginning to the day, my cock still had a mind of its own. Maybe I shouldn't have worn the panties after all.

Fortunately, it wasn't far to the office building where I worked. I pulled into the parking garage at 7:08 and made my way to the elevator. There were very few cars in the garage, and only one that I recognized, Katherine's Jag.

I rode up to the 12th floor. Our company occupied three floors in the very nice, modern office building. I worked on the 11th floor, but Katherine's office was on 12, along with those of the other executives. As I entered, I didn't see a soul, and Katherine's office door was closed. There were no windows, so you couldn't see inside Katherine's space. I knocked, but received no response. I tried the handle, but the door was locked. Confused, I texted Katherine, just told her that I had arrived.

Maybe three or four minutes later, my phone dinged.

"On a call. Sit tight," came the very brief response.

OK, I thought. Whatever. There was a set of nice chairs outside Katherine's office, so I took a seat. Just then, I realized I had left my juice in the car. Damn it. I hadn't taken time for breakfast, and the cafeteria downstairs wouldn't be open yet. I didn't want to leave anyway, given that Katherine might need me at any time. So I sat. And sat. Beginning to get more and more impatient, my mind flashed to the fact that if Katherine hadn't called this morning, I'd be home jerking off right now. And, of course, that got my cock going again. Now I was sitting outside my boss' office with a hard-on, waiting for her to finish whatever the hell it was she was doing.

As 7:45 arrived, and then 8 o'clock, I was pissed. Why in the hell had Katherine wanted me in early, only to keep me waiting outside her office? Just about then, Katherine's administrative assistant, Brenda, walked in from the lobby. I wouldn't have expected her to arrive this early.

"Why are you here? What are you doing?" Brenda asked.

I explained how Katherine had called me earlier and instructed to me come into the office early. I told her I'd been waiting for nearly an hour, and had no idea what was happening.

Brenda seemed puzzled herself. She put down her purse and other items, and eased into the chair behind her desk, which of course was in close proximity to Katherine's office. Brenda was a very shapely, blonde woman of perhaps 30. She was wearing gray slacks and a white sweater, which certainly displayed her very nice figure quite effectively. I didn't know Brenda well. I knew she had gotten engaged recently, but she'd only been with the company for a few months.

"I texted Katherine when I got here, and she just told me to sit tight," I explained to Brenda. "I didn't want to bother her again, but I'm really starting to wonder if she's OK. I had tried the door when I first got here, and it's locked."

Brenda told me that she would send Katherine an IM.

A couple of minutes later, Brenda told me that Katherine was ready, that I should go into her office. I went to the door, but it was still locked. I knocked.

After a brief pause, the door opened, but it was not Katherine. It was Monica! Mistress Monica!

"Come in, bitch," she said.

What the fuck, I thought, as I heard a small laugh from Brenda behind me. What the hell was going on here?

"Come on, slut," Mistress Monica said, grabbing my arm and pulling me into Katherine's office. Mistress Monica closed the door as I saw Katherine seated behind her desk.

"Sit down, Pussy Boy," Mistress Monica said, motioning to one of the two chairs in front of Katherine. Mystified, I nonetheless did as I was told. Mistress Monica sat in the other chair.

"So, Dan," Katherine began. "Sorry to have kept you waiting. But that is one of many things you are going to have to get used to. That is, if you have any interest in keeping your job. I could very easily have fired you for the way you were leering at my niece Friday night."

Her niece? Holy fucking Jesus! Monica, Mistress Monica, was Katherine's niece? My boss, Katherine? Her niece? My God! What in the holy hell was happening here?

"You look a bit stunned, Dan," Katherine said, emphasizing her pronunciation of my name, as if it somehow were not correct. "You see, your conversation with Monica the other night wasn't quite as serendipitous as you might have thought. Monica had a pretty good read on you before the two of you even met. You think I'm not aware of all the porn - all the femdom porn - you have stashed on your computer? You know, it's really not a very good idea to be looking at that sort of thing on a company computer.

"When I realized you were doing that, I wanted to fire your ass right then. I had a discussion with Human Resources, but they convinced me to at least think about giving you another chance. They said you are a 'valuable' employee. I'm really not so sure, but whatever. Oh, and Dan, if you're going to wear little girly panties underneath your boy clothes, you really should be more careful about making sure your shirt doesn't become untucked. That little, pink waistband I saw when you bent over after dropping something last week was all the evidence I needed to be 100 percent certain you are a little sissy bitch. And, of course, Monica confirmed it all with your little interaction Friday night, and over the weekend."

I sat there mortified, unable to even speak. My heart was going a mile a minute, I was sweating profusely, and my cock was playing further tricks on me. I looked at Monica, Mistress Monica. She smiled. I looked at Katherine. She smiled.

"I think we're going to have quite a time with little Danni here, Auntie Kat," Mistress Monica said.

Katherine arose from her chair and came out from behind her desk. Just a few years younger than me, from what I could tell, Katherine was a striking woman. I had certainly fantasized about her over the years. She certainly was hot. Professionally, though, I had always had nothing but the utmost respect for her. She did her job well, was a good boss and had actually helped me quite a bit in my own career. Now, though, what in the world was going to happen from here?

Wearing a smart-looking business suit, Katherine walked across the room and poured herself a cup of coffee. She also poured one for Mistress Monica and delivered it to her. Katherine did not even ask if I might like one.

"OK, Danni," Katherine said, repeating my name the way Mistress Monica had said it. "Let's get some things straight. First of all, did you follow the instructions you received at the spa?"

I was pretty sure I knew what Katherine meant, but I just couldn't believe she was asking me this.

"I beg your pardon," I countered. Mistress Monica laughed audibly.

"Dani, Dani, Dani," Katherine said. "One thing you are going to have to understand, and deal with, is from now on, there is to be no mistaking this. If I ask you a question, or if Monica asks you a question, or if either of us tells you to do something, your cooperation is NOT voluntary. You will immediately and honestly provide answers, and you will do exactly as we say, pronto. Or, well, you won't be working here. Might not be working at all, given everything that will soon be in your personnel file. But it's up to you.

"So, the instructions you received at the spa?"

"Yes, Katherine, I followed them. If you want complete honesty, had you not called me so early this morning, I would have a different answer to that question. But, well, I didn't have time to do much of anything this morning, so ..."

Mistress Monica laughed again. Katherine smiled, seemingly contentedly.

"That was the plan, Dani," Katherine said. "You know, by the way, my sweet, little niece here has seen you in just a skimpy pair of panties. I don't think it's right that she has that experience to hold over my head. Do you?"

"Um, I suppose not," I said.

"Are you wearing panties now, little slut?" Katherine asked. "I know you are. I want to see them. Lose everything else. Now!"

I absolutely could not believe what was happening here. I was at work, at a job I'd held for more than two decades. I was good at my job. I had always received very favorable performance reviews, including several from Katherine. We had always had a completely professional relationship. And now my boss, Katherine, with her niece Monica sitting right here with us, was ordering me to strip down to my underwear - to my panties!

Of course I was wearing panties. Short of a doctor's appointment or something like that, I always wore panties. It had occurred to me earlier this morning that perhaps that had been a mistake today, but I nonetheless had on a skimpy little bikini style that featured pink-on-white hearts, lacy fringes around the thighs and waist, and a cute, little pink bow right in front.

Reluctantly, I rose to my feet. It's a wonder I could even stand up. Looking briefly at Katherine, just to be certain that she really wanted me to do this, I saw that there was absolutely no doubt. My good-looking, female boss wanted to see me in my panties!

I began by unbuttoning my dress shirt and removing it. I sat back down and took off my shoes.

"Socks, too?" I asked, again looking at Katherine.

"Of course, whore," she said.

After pulling off the socks, I rose again and undid my belt. Unbuttoning my dress pants, I allowed them to fall away from my waist. What the hell, I thought? No use in drawing this out. I heard Katherine and her niece chuckle ever so slightly as my panties came into view. I stepped out of my pants and stood there, my cock beginning to harden. I couldn't help it.

"Tess told me that you seem to be unable to control your little penis," Mistress Monica said, referencing what had happened after my spa treatment on Saturday. Lying naked after Tess had waxed me, and in front of her and Betty, the receptionist whom Tess had invited into the treatment room, my dick had indeed betrayed me. And now, again, before Mistress Monica and her aunt, my boss Katherine, I was quickly becoming fully hard.

"How long has it been since you masturbated, Danni?" Katherine asked.

"I guess about four days," I said, completely embarrassed.

"Danni, there is something we have to do before we go any further," Katherine said. "I realize that at some point you might get the bright idea to approach Human Resources about this situation. I'm not really sure that would be a beneficial move for you. As I told you, I've already spoken to HR about some of your previous behavior. But just to make sure everything is clear, I've asked our HR director to stop by this morning."

Our HR director, I thought. Miss Evanston? She had been hired just within the past year. I had met her, but only briefly. But my God. Miss Evanston was an absolute fucking knockout! Medium height, blondish-brown hair, luscious tits and an ass to absolutely die for. Christ, she and Mistress Monica were both the type of non-stop masturbation fantasies that had filled my dirty mind over and over. And Katherine, though older, had occupied plenty of my nasty thoughts, as well.

Just then, Katherine's office intercom buzzed.

"OK, send her in," Katherine responded.

There I stood before Katherine and Mistress Monica, clad only in my panties, as Katherine's office door opened. In stepped Miss Evanston, who somehow managed to maintain a completely professional demeanor, even while eyeing me up and down.

Miss Evanston sat in the chair where I had been, next to Mistress Monica, in front of Katherine's desk. Katherine had returned to her chair behind the desk. She buzzed the intercom.

"Now," was all she said.

Within seconds, there was a knock at the door.

"Danni, be a dear and get that, would you?" Katherine said.

Seriously? She wants me to answer the door in just my panties?

I walked to the door, took a deep breath and opened it a bit. Brenda, Katherine's administrative assistant, pushed the door all the way open and entered. Fortunately, there was no one else in sight as I quickly closed the door.

"Lock it," I heard Katherine call from across the room. I was only too happy to follow that instruction. I sure as hell didn't want anyone else coming into the room, not any of the other female associates, and none of the male ones, either! As I turned and walked back toward the four women, I saw Brenda take a seat on the corner of Katherine's desk. Brenda's posture was such that it made her tits look even bigger beneath her white blouse.

Miss Evanston rose and began to speak.

"Dan, or should I say Danni?" she began. "I realize this might seem like a rather unorthodox arrangement for a meeting between you and a representative from HR, but under the circumstances, I believe it is quite proper. We are going to decide during this meeting whether you will remain employed here. Obviously, Katherine has shared with us the many justifiable reasons there are to let you go. You do, however, have a solid track record, aside from the porn on your computer and so forth. Katherine is willing to consider giving you a chance to salvage your position, although doing so will require quite a behavioral change on your part. Before I continue, is it your desire to keep working here?"