After receiving a cloned body I immigrated 127 Light Years from Earth to Free Skyes. Unfortunately I had to work and pay for that cloned body and I had very few skills a high tech society could use. So it was either I become an Unskilled Labourer or a Sex Slave. I guess Human Recourses had figured out pretty good. All those years in BDSM chat-rooms and websites were tracked alright, but not by Homeland Security. I was a 24/7 Bonded Sex Slave with a 5 million credit debt to pay off. Worse still I didn't have any say on how or what I would be doing, I wasn't a citizen. After taking a Citizenship Test all that changed.
I was moving up the corporate ladder as fast as that guy in the Musical, How to Succeed in Business Without Even Trying. Okay that guy weaseled his way up the ladder and if it were done today he would seduce, lie, and fuck his way to the top. All the same television rewards for intelligence, ah true there are some internal politics, but Uncle Paul is the most intelligent guy I ever met. By the time I got to Sanderd's Men's Store the store manager was already waiting for me.
He measured me out, and had a couple suits, extra skirts that would hide a swelling sore bottom and still look fashionable. He even showed me others that were skin tight, but I had how to walk in a skirt down and looked good in them so I bought a couple. Also several new shirts, ties, panties, stockings, and lower heeled shoes. When it came to the bill then the negotiations. Uncle Paul mentioned the Xmas Show and sponsorship. I took notes, insisted on paying them and then called my Manager.
Anthony loved the long list of things I gave him to do. I warned him not to squeeze too hard, but I knew he was working for me. So what might have been a small ten minute introduction will now have a load of goodies and sponsors.
I got back to work wearing a knee length pleated skirt just in time for 9AM coffee break. Charles took great delight in taking me into his private office, bending me over his desk, lifting the skirt, lowering my panties, before he made love to me. I was almost swept away with the moment but managed to grab a couple tissues to hold on to the end of my penis before he made me cum on my new skirt.
"What are you doing," he growled into my ear.
"Trying not to get my cum on my new skirt," I told him as I wiped up. "You could just take my skirt off me," I added.
"No," he said as he pulled back, but kept his cock in me. I could feel his fingers on my welts. "You heal fast," he smiled as he started fucking me again. "Right now Dianna is doing her script read," he recited, "she'll find out how hard she will be punished live and on camera. It makes her so hot."
"How can she got excited over all this," I gasped as I could feel his balls bouncing against me.
"The fact that's it's all live," he explained, "people in their homes seeing it."
"Heck," I gasped feeling my inner G-spot get stimulated, "why not just have a live audience?"
"Logistics," he sighed cumming again. "We don't have the space."
"Oh," I sighed, "I didn't cum."
"Tough," he snapped, "she will want to fuck you soon enough. Now go get cleaned up and get ready for her.
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The small interview studio now became the set for the Colin and Jeff Show. We didn't have Colin and Jeff there because they had commitments to their old station and sponsors so we used stage-hands dressed as Colin and Jeff. Well the stage-hands got carried away and one wore a tacky gorilla costume from a costume rental store. It was a good laugh, but we had to get to work. Without all the sexual special effects, chorus girls, and splash a reserve G-rated show was easy to do. Just to make things different, I had the switcher operator take over my position and move the entire crew around including having interns run the equipment. I then sat down and played Colin.
"Good evening ladies and gentlemen," I said formally to the camera. "Here in Central City I have just been to a performance of the mighty Central River System. To those detractors who say, 'that river don't do nothin, don't say nothing, but just keeps rolling along. Are making an unfair criticism, I mean what can you expect from a river?" Okay I was quoting Allen Souses from the Laugh-in Show but it was still a funny joke.
I know in the ultra clean environment makes getting sick impossible but it is best to be prepared. After that I had to go the Mistress Dianna's dress-room and await her pleasure. I helped her with her lines and motivation when necessary.
Since I was by then a Junior-Executive I was able to move out of the Dressing-room and watch the scene unfold from off-stage. The show was to go live, but I had a nagging feeling behind me. 'How do people actually know this is a live performance?' Not even the various news agencies cover the event of Grace Celtic getting her weekly whipping. The ratings we good, but could be better. I silently slipped back to the dressing room and took out my hand held computer.
"Memo," I said into the machine, "how does the public really know we are shooting a live performance? I know the show is a drama, but, is it possible to shoot before a live audience? Copy memo to Uncle Paul and all department heads please."
"Confirm," the computer replied.
"This is crazy," Coco called back to me. "Do all you Earthmen have conspiracy theories on your mind?"
"Just because you saw it on television, or on the TV News last year doesn't mean its true."
"Never thought of that."
"Why not have a live fixed camera shooting inside the studio 24/7," Amadeus asked over the line.
"How did you get this memo," I asked.
"I have to clean Uncle's office," he groaned.
"Okay," I said back to him. "I'll address a copy of the memo to you Amadeus and you can make your suggestion back."
"Oh," he groaned, "I don't know."
"Ahh grow some balls kid," I snapped back. "That is a good idea. Back home on Earth some studio's have big window's that open to the street and people walk by and look in. Now start talking to your machine, or, or, I'll paddle you and Dom you myself every chance I can get. And I don't like cubby guys but I'll wallop the fat out of your ass."
"Yes sir," he grumbled.
"Hehe," chuckled Coco, "well at least his cock is bigger than yours. Too bad he doesn't know how to use it."
"How do you know," I asked her.
"Coffee break back when you were off taking Heredshe Language Lessons," she giggled. "I finally had to rape him. I know he's not gay, just timid."
"I see," I nodded, "okay talk at ya later." I switched the unit off and clicked it to phone service and called Marcy. "Got a moment for an idea Marcy."
"Always for your Mister Director," she laughed back. "I'm looking over my old Imperial Courtesan Uniform, I might just wear it on the show."
"Interesting," that made me curious, but I had a different idea. "What would you say to taking on a timid boy for some advanced lessons? Say a short segments we can put together for a longer format, but in a sense you take him as a sub and train him to be a man."
"Sounds interesting," she nodded, "who's the pigeon?"
"Amadeus Paul," I told her, "the boss's Nephew, you may remember him the chubby intern/sex-a-terry?"
"Ahh the weaselly timid one," she said as a wicked smile played across her face. "Dominating him would be fun. I haven't made a man out of a boy in a very long time. And you want this all on camera?"
"Call it Advanced Sex Education 202."
"We can start recording tomorrow during Rehearsals," she concluded.
The next day I was sitting pretty uneasy. Dianna was especially hard on both Charles and myself the previous evening. She was so horny once we were three subway stops away from the Ringo Complex she ordered the two of us to strip naked. She gave us both a dozen swats with Charles's pants belt and while he held our clothes she had me make love to her right in the subway car while others paid little notice.
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This was after all the Free Section of the City. Sex, spankings, and everything except defecating happenes in the Subway. Once inside the apartment the sex went in earnest. Again it was their favourite position, my small cock inside Dianna and Charles's huge cock up my ass. The two of them sucked face while I was used as a living surrogate. Even when Charles tired and pulled out of me while still kissing Dianna he amused himself by spanking my ass into fucking her. Even long hard hand spankings will raise bruises.
The next morning when we got back to work I had to switch into a black pleated skirt to cover my sore ass and match the loud blue sports coat she had me wear. The mini-skirt and thong panties that Dianna picked out for me to wear to work were back in my locker. The pale blue stocking and royal blue sued high heels were not too bad. I walked about the set and looked up at the audience bleachers, it was a good set. We had six cameras including a sky-camera for good overhead shots. It annoyed me that the set was not transportable; the big studio would be great for showing Dianna's show live. "Well." Said a voice interrupting my train of thought, "how do we look, "asked Mike as he and Marcy stepped on to the set; both in Imperial Courtesan Outfits. Marcy wore a fairing red and white floor length dress, a uniform jacket with some medals that were probably not decorations because they did not match what Mike was wearing on his jacket.
"Well." Said a voice interrupting my train of thought, "how do we look, "asked Mike as he and Marcy stepped on to the set; both in Imperial Courtesan Outfits. Marcy wore a fairing red and white floor length dress, a uniform jacket with some medals that were probably not decorations because they did not match what Mike was wearing on his jacket.
"Very nice," I commented as I looked through a portable camera eye, "the TV will like this. But how can you guys be ready for sex in such outfits?" In a dazzling spin, Marcy's dress/skirt came off in a flourish revealing high stocking, garter belt, and a glistening shaved pussy. Mike's pants came off faster than a Chip-n-Dale Dancer showing his calf high boots and no underwear. His cock was glistening and hard.
"You look ready to drop to your knees." Mike laughed at me.
"But I'm not," I told him, then to the crew, "okay man your cameras and get to position number one. Where's the Announcer."
"Not in," called a voice from above. It was my Switcher from his position in the studio control room.
"I'm tired of that Prim donna," called Uncle Paul, "if you can announce our Xmas show you can do this too."
"Okay," I sighed, "are our willing volunteer Interns ready?"
"We sure are," called Wes.
"I don't know," whined Amadeus.
"Come out here young man," Marcy demanded. Amadeus timidly came on stage still dressed as a Sex-a-terry in a conservative grey business suit, skirt, black stocking and two inch heels. She pulled out a couple chairs and ordered him to sit down. I quickly typed on my hand held computer for camera's to keep taping.
"Are you afraid of women," she asked him point blank.
"Oh no ma'am," he stammered, "well,...." he was at a loss of words.
"Do you want to be with a woman?"
