CFNM Revenge Tales (12 page)

Into the afternoon Ms
Davenport worked away, writing and responding to emails, researching new
business opportunities. On the floor Adam’s body was aching all over and when
Ms Davenport pressed the intercom, he wondered who’d be next to see him
desperate and frustrated, at the mercy of his boss.

“Lisa, could you
please send Claire up from I.T. I’m having a spot of bother uploading some new
software, thank you.”

“With pleasure Ms
Davenport.”

When Lisa escorted
Claire into the office she found Adam’s position amusing. She thought his legs
must have been tired, and Ms Davenport had allowed him to rest them. Little did
she know of the scolding he’d received.

Claire following was
astounded to see hunky Adam naked, hard, and with Ms Davenport sitting calmly
behind her desk, as if it was the most natural thing in the world. She’d seen
handsome Adam around the building, always wondered if he had a buff body. Now
she new, not only was that true, but he also had a supersized prick.

Adam didn’t recognise
her, she was plain with mousey hair and glasses, not the sort of woman he’d pay
much attention to.

“Hello Claire. I’m
having some trouble with some software, could you please take a look.”

“Of course, no problem
Ms Davenport.”

Claire rounded the
desk, trying to keep from staring at Adam.

“I’ve got to pop out
for few moments Claire, I’ll leave that with you.”

As Claire got to work
on the laptop, Ms Davenport left the office. Adam’s brain was swirling,
panicked, wondering when she’d return, end his punishment. He turned to his
left and saw Claire bending over the desk, busily working on the laptop. She
had a nice ass, peachy and firm, it pushed at the thin nylon of her grey
trousers. He imagined himself grinding his cock on it, climaxing up and over
her entire back.

“What the hell do you
think your doing!” came the unexpected voice of Ms Davenport.

She’d returned without
Adam noticing, snapping him out of his reverie. She marched over to him and
pulled him up by his extraordinarily sensitive cock, and led him to a spot in
front of the desk. Claire puzzled couldn’t believe her eyes.

“Do you think it’s
acceptable ogling a colleague in the working environment?”

Adam sheepishly shook
his head.

“I thought not,” said
a stern looking Ms Davenport. She was enjoying this. “Let’s see how you like
it. I want you to spin, slowly for me.”

Ms Davenport twirled a
finger in a loop, showing what she wanted from him.

“You’re going to find
out how it feels, Claire take a good look.”

As Adam slowly spun on
the spot like the needle on an old record player, he couldn’t believe the
double standard. He’d been ogled by nearly a dozen women today at Ms
Davenport’s behest. As he spun around for a second, third and then fourth time,
he bit his tongue, preventing himself from speaking out.

Claire certainly
wasn’t complaining. She feasted her eyes on him, having never seen such a
juicy, meaty cock, and firm muscular body in the flesh.

“That’s enough,” said
Ms Davenport finally.

Adam, humiliated, walked
back to his spot by the desk and kneeled down.

“Its good to see
you’re finally learning,” Ms Davenport said, watching him with her arms
crossed.

When Claire had left,
Ms Davenport got back to her work, unperturbed. The same couldn’t be said of
Adam. The sensation in his cock was becoming indescribable, every tick of the
clock seemed like an age. Ms Davenport pressed her intercom, what now thought
Adam.

“Lisa could you please
bring in a tissue, Adam seems to be dribbling.”

“Huh.” I’m not
dribbling he thought mystified.

Lisa thought the same
when she walked towards him, her heels clicking on the marble floor, but the
realisation dawned as she looked down at throbbing Big Ben. Adam followed her
gaze and saw a length of pre-cum dangling from it, swinging crudely. A puddle
of it had also formed on the floor.

Amused, Lisa crouched
down in that sexy feminine way with both legs together, and delicately dabbed a
tissue on his penis, removing the long length of pre-cum. She cleaned the floor
and then flashed Adam a cheeky smile.

“All taken care of Ms
Davenport,” said Lisa, still grinning at him.

“Thank you,” she
replied busy typing.

Lisa exited, leaving
Adam wondering how much more of this he’d have to take, it was nearing five,
surely he’d be allowed to leave soon. The intercom buzzed.

“Ms Davenport your
five o’clock is here.”

The gold handle of the
door went down and in walked Lisa escorting, Laura, Adam’s colleague and chief
tormentor of a week ago. She’d spent all day at a conference, but upon learning
of Adam’s predicament from Keeley, had quickly booked an appointment with Ms
Davenport. For Adam this was a new low.

Up until last week
he’d viewed her as a goody two shoes never doing wrong. Someone he’d soon have
senior command over, to order and carry out any tasks he disliked. After her
humiliation of him, however, he realised her butter wouldn’t melt image was
just a projection, she was as manipulative as they come.

This just couldn’t be
any better thought Laura, as she spotted Adam kneeling beside the desk. He looked
like a tamed animal, like a Great Dane, a fully trained pet under the whims and
fancies of its owner. A rival until last week, Laura had well and truly stamped
her authority over him.

She looked flawless as
usual in her above the knee, pink sleeveless dress, her luxurious dark brown
hair falling behind her. She was shapely and athletic, a boys wet dream. Adam
had well and truly more than met his match. As Lisa left, Laura took a seat,
she’d brought a box of goodies with her.

“Hello Laura, I hear
you have some new products to show me.”

Ms Davenport liked
Laura, she was reliable and efficient, the sort of woman who had high standards
and met any goals she set herself.

“I have one or two
things that might interest you,” she said, pulling from a leather purse, a
thin, pink, cylindrical piece of rubber that looked like a children’s toy.

Adam didn’t trust her
and was staring at her out of the corner of his eye, warily.

“Hmm…if only we had a
volunteer,” she said fixing her gaze on Adam.

Ms Davenport caught
her drift.

“Adam get up here,”
she ordered.

He got to his feet and
stood next to Laura, who wasting no time, nonchalantly grabbed his big cock and
began to wind the flexible pink rubber around it. Ms Davenport had a feeling
these products were going to be a little trite, but she was only too happy to
indulge a good employee like Laura.

“This is the Fleximo
and has several uses, but this is my favourite.”

Laura fully wrapped
the device around Adam’s cock, like a vine encircling a tree, before pressing a
button on the end. The whole thing started to vibrate slowly, for Adam,
agonisingly slowly.

“Something of a party
piece,” said Laura smiling, revelling in Adam’s discomfort.

“How does it feel
Adam?” asked Ms Davenport.

Adam managed only a
long, deep, pleasurable groan.

“Looks like he likes
it,” Ms Davenport concluded.

“Oh and if he
misbehaves,” Laura said almost forgetting.

She held up a small
remote, looked at Adam with a devilish grin, and pressed another button. Adam
grimaced as the device let out an unexpected short, sharp, shock.

“Hah, how very funny,”
said Ms Davenport.

As Adam’s cock pulsed
to the slow steady beat of the Fleximo, Laura pulled out her second item. It
was a black rubber gag that looked like a horses muzzle. They had to try this
out, of course.

“The rubber is coated
in a special chemical that makes it self-cleaning,” said Laura, attaching it
around Adam’s head.

“Interesting,” said
Miss Davenport, raising an eyebrow.

“Open up.”

Adam was still coping
with the sensation of the Fleximo and was putty in Laura’s hands. He bit down
on the rubber tube.

“Very good. I wish I’d
only had this earlier,” said Ms Davenport, breaking into a chuckle.

Even then, Laura
wasn’t finished with him. The next two objects she extracted from her box of
tricks were some pink handcuffs, and a metal hook connected to a plastic
sucker. Adam’s eyes widened when he saw them.

“I think a wall would
be best for this,” mused Laura.

The two women walked
over to a space by the wall, Laura leading Adam by his cock, keeping up her
pretence of seriousness, explaining how the hook with the sucker could be stuck
to a variety of surfaces.

“Very handy,” said
Laura, reaching up on her tippy toes, suckering the hook high on the wall.

She told Adam to place
his hands in front of him, he could tell she was loving this, but submissively
followed her orders, being way, way, beyond resisting. She cuffed his hands and
asked him to lift his arms. As he did so she hooked the chain of the handcuffs
around the hook.

It left Adam stood,
hard, helpless and with no voice to object. The clothed ladies surveyed the
site of him, like a captive warrior at the mercy of two female tribe leaders.
His big dick was leaking pre-cum again, the Fleximo still remorselessly
stimulating him. It was then that the buzzer on Ms Davenport’s desk went off.

“There’s a Mr Scott
for you,” came the voice of Lisa.

“I’ll take this one
outside,” said Ms Davenport, elegantly walking out.

Elegant was not a word
to describe Adam. Naked and trussed up in the objects Laura had brought, he looked
ridiculous. It was just, him, and her in the office now. The second time in
under two weeks, she’d had complete control over him. She looked at him and
smiling began untangling the Fleximo from his penis.

“You know, Adam, I’m
beginning to think you enjoy being a naughty boy just to get punished.”

She flicked her hair
in his face as she finally freed the last of the pink Fleximo from him. She ran
a hand over his light chest hair, feeling his firm chest, gently tweaking a
nipple.

“I’ve had a talk with
Ms Davenport and there’ll be some changes over the coming weeks. You’ll be
doing be a lot more work and monitored a lot more closely. If your performance
is substandard you’ll be disciplined accordingly.”

She slapped his ass
making his penis jut forward and bob up and down obscenely, dancing for her
amusement. Crouching down directly in front of his stricken cock, he thought
she was going to take him in her mouth, but she puckered her rosy lips and blew
warm air onto his helpless manhood. Adam raised his head to the heavens. The
feeling was phenomenal, but equally torturous.

When she stopped she
returned to her box of tricks, retrieving something. Adam wondered what she was
up to.

“You know, Adam, you
really don’t know when you’re beat.”

He soon learnt what
the object was she’d retrieved. It was the jar of gel she’d used on him a week
ago. Adam’s head dropped, she raised it with a single finger on his chin.

“I want you to see all
of this,” she said dipping two fingers in the jar, smiling at his predicament.

She slowly began
massaging the gel into his now purple glands.

“You really need to
learn to be a good boy from now on Adam,” she said, watching his twitching and
pulsating cock, amused that the gel would not only further intensify his
sensitivity, but also delay his release.

For the next gruelling
ten minutes, Adam, had to endure Laura’s teasing, as she very lightly ran the
tip of one finger around Adam’s bulbous head. The feeling was excruciating.

 
When Ms Davenport returned the two
women unhooked him from the wall and removed the gag. Adam was too immersed in
his private battle between pleasure and pain to speak. Laura proceeded to stick
the sucker to the desk, front and centre. As the two women chatted by the door
he looked over at Laura, at her smooth toned legs and imagined her soft pink
pussy, imagined how good it would feel to stick his cock into it. Laura glanced
over at Adam, his cock looked like it was about to explode of its own accord.
She had one last gift before leaving.

 
She took from her wrist the cock-ring
from last week and placed it again over Adam’s hard cock, under his aching
balls. On leaving she told him not to stay up to late and was off. Adam could
only respond by mouthing the word bye. His cock felt like it was on fire, had
been drenched in oil and left out in the sun all day, before being flogged
mercilessly. Ms Davenport tutted at him and went back to her work.

“You’re going to find
out what its like to work a full day, not all of us get to rush home at
five."

As the tapping of Ms
Davenport’s typing continued, Adam s mind was in another dimension. The
cock-ring and extra gel, Laura had applied, had taken things to another realm
of torture. He was so out of it, he did a double take when he looked up to the
clock and saw another hour had passed. Ms Davenport’s typing stopped and she
towered over him.