She had work still to do, it was clear. The 100 point ladder was Miss A's proud suggestion to ensure obedience. He had showered in the cold, he had stopped arguing, maybe it worked. Time will tell.
"Put your suit on, pick a shirt and be ready in two minutes." Joanna ordered.
ralph shot across the room and picked his suit out of the empty cupboard, pulling on the trousers over his stockings and panties. The sensation of the trousers on his stockings felt amazing, stroking his legs and keeping him on the edge of arousal already. He pulled on a pink shirt and tucked it in and finally pulled on his jacket. From the outside he looked normal apart from his stockinged feet. He walked to his underwear drawer and opened it for socks to find none. He checked the second drawer and found one pair of balled up socks that didn't look familiar. He unballed them and took a second look. Frilly at the tops, short at the ankle, they were ridiculous.
"You get dress socks at level 10. Until then you'll just have to hope no one notices your ankles at work won't you? What a shame you kicked off this morning, you'd have been in your cosy socks if you had followed my orders. Now, either put them on or go without - your choice."
ralph decided without was better, marginally. He stood there when he had put his shoes on, head held low, a truly beaten man. Joanna wasn't finished.
"You have Β£20 today pocket money. Including your travel, so spend wisely. Your money is now my money, so I want you wallet and cards - now."
It took every bone in Ralph's body not to rise to it, he walked across and gave his wallet over. Joanna inspected it, took out a Β£20 note and gave it to him.
"Now, run along, have fun, I expect you home at 7pm when you continue your duties."
Just like that ralph was dismissed. Panties, stockings, cage, Β£20 and stunned in silence. Level 8? Was that what he was? He needed 10 soon as possible. 50 quicker than ever. He wondered if he got more money as the levels went up too. Maybe. At the moment he had just enough for a small sandwich after travel. Travel took almost all of it. No coffee, no sweets, just a single solitary sandwich. This was punishment. He never thought he would appreciate money and what life he had quite as much as he now as he did now. He took the stairs and walked out of the door, it clicked behind him. He didn't have his phone, in fact he hadn't looked at it in days, he had no idea where it was.
He would have to correct that tonight, he needed it to find this woman with the video. He needed it to get his life back on track, he could pay for things with it. Suddenly he realised his phone was his way out of this. But now, just for today, he would get through the day by her rules. He walked along and felt the heavy cage swinging in the flimsy panties and stockings making his trousers ride up showing his ankles. He developed a habit of pulling his trousers down every couple of strides before he worked out he could keep them in place better by pushing his hands down in his pockets. Then the other side of the dilemma hit, that exposed his waist band of his panties. Jesus this was going to be a long journey.
He finally got to the station and paid with the note for his travel. Β£15 gone in a flash. Β£5 to last the day. He boarded the train and took a seat opposite a beautiful lady with immaculate legs and heels, skirt to the knee and just her cleavage slightly on display. He felt aroused and normally would ogle at her for the entire journey. He loved nylons, the shine, the look, the hint to what was beneath. But this time he felt her looking at him. He didn't understand at first, normally he was a ghost to people on these trains but she had a sly smirk as she looked at his eyes. Maybe the cold shower had made him look fresh? Then she darted her eyes down to his feet. Looking down his stomach fell out, his ankles on display, the nylon fabric too thin to be socks. He stood up immediately and walk down the train. There was no denying that. He walked down red shamed and found a place to stand. Shuffled his trousers to make sure his legs were covered and stood motionless pleading the journey to be over.
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That journey to work made the rest of the day pleasurable. He would never complain about work again, the desk hid a multitude of sins and he sat there all day, deciding to skip lunch as there was too much risk to head out. He would get something with his Β£5 on the way home, to tide him over and eat bigger tonight. He worried all day if his shirt had untucked, if the waistband of the panties were showing, if he looked flush in the face from the weekend of pure torment, did the cage bulge out of his trousers? He needn't of worried, he was ignored by all but he knew what he was hiding beneath his clothes.
Without his boss, Anne, in the office this week, he had a more relaxing day. He wasted time and did the minimum to get by. Anne was a strong woman and he didn't see eye to eye with her. He should have had that promotion not her. He wanted to show her up, make a spectacle of her. He was purposefully delaying a big report to make her look silly, and this week off was perfect to waste another week. Time went quickly and much like awaiting an exam, he was soon watching himself prepare for the big test.
He had learnt from the morning how to stand, walk and attract no attention. He used his new skills to get home without fuss. What a horrible way to travel, what a horrid feeling to have to watch in case you showed too much, not to make a spectacle of yourself. He realised this is what women who dress well must go through every day. A new found appreciation rose inside him. He stopped by the newsagent on the way home and got a stale sandwich and drink, 50p left over. Β£20 was doable but left him exhausted, hungry, spent and tired. He got to his door and realised he had to knock.
He knocked and waited 2 minutes until he finally saw movement inside. Joanna opened the door, ralph almost fell over with the sight. Joanna stood in he highest of heels, short leather skirt and black jumper, with her legs incased in black nylon and her hair pulled sharply back into a pony tail. Her make up was amazing, her skin white, lips deep red, and eyeliner flicked up at the corners. ralph has a soft spot for dark eye makeup and Joanna's green eyes were lit up by black smokey makeup. He did something quite unimaginable. ralph dropped to a knee, right on the door step. and started to weep.
"Come in ralphie, let me make you feel better." Joanna almost whispered.
ralph followed Joanna into the living room, and Joanna took a seat on the sofa.
"Take off your silly boy clothes and lay with your head on my lap." she offered.
Affection. The first thing she had offered him that wasn't double sided, didn't have a humiliation attached. He quickly disrobed leaving himself naked apart from the lingerie. He got on the sofa, laid across and put his head on her leather skirted lap. Tears still rolled down his face and pooled on the leather where he laid. Joanna didn't say much else for the next hour, she just stroked his hair and ran a hand over his back. He felt the love and warmth he once had before he threw it all away with his silly behaviour. Just as he started to drift off he felt the stoking hand grip his hair firmly and slowly pull his face round to between her legs. He knew what this meant and didn't have to be told what to do next. He rolled off the sofa and knelt between the legs and moved his head back between her. Joanna didn't offer anymore, his face just between her thighs and unable to touch the silky panties just out of reach of his nose and tongue. Joanna reached for the control for the tv and switched it on, leaving ralph just held there between her legs. She raised her feet to his shoulders, knees on the shoulder and ankles crossed squeezing him tight between her thighs, he naturally was pressed forward into the silk and was engulfed in her scent and moistness, unable to penetrate just smell and taste her whilst she watched her programs.
ralph hadn't eaten all day really and his stomach was growling terribly. Joanna heard it.
"I'm enjoying your worship, stay whilst I order us some dinner sweetheart." Joanna tapping on her phone.
No choices, no questions, food ordered whilst he smelt Joanna and pushed his face into her warmth.
"20 minutes. That's quick! Well that's your timer too then. I want an orgasm before the food turns up. If you don't, you answer the door like you are. If you do, I'll feed you dinner." she had that sly smile again.
ralph started pushing with his tongue trying to push the silk panties into her slit, using his nose to rub the clit as he desperately tried to get Joanna aroused. She started to breath deeply and opened her legs wider, this was working. 5 minutes passed and Joanna was no nearer, he started to panic. He began to use his teeth to try to move the panties to the side but he was held firmly between the thighs and couldn't move his head to the side to clear the space. Again he tried, this time chewing in the panties until he had the front of them in his mouth - now he had nothing to lick with, so he pushed his nose into her and whilst pushing the panties out of his mouth he rubbed his face up and down her. He finally got the sodden panties under his chin and was able to kiss her on her vagina. He French kissed her like in a movie when the solider comes home from battle, long sensuous sucks with a tongue flicking through the lips time and time again. Joanna held his head tighter, pulling him in closer, her thighs started to shake.