Yes Mistress Pt 4

Brad was barely able to walk back to his desk to get his things because his stiff cock hurt so much in the belt.  Every time he took a step the butt plug was just the right length to stimulate his prostate, causing his cock to surge.

He took the back way to the bus stop in case any of his coworkers were still around.  Once again, he couldn't think of anything but Veronica's panty covered cunt and nylon covered legs.  He was in considerable pain all the way home.

When he got home he tried playing with his cock, but all he could do was rub at the head through the pee slit of the belt.  It felt good, but he felt so frustrated that he couldn't stroke his cock like usual.  He was actually used to sexual frustration though.  Despite being married to a knock out like Erica, he hadn't been getting any action at all, so he was quite used to getting himself off.  She was a cold fish in bed.  Most times, she'd just have him pleasure her orally, then go to sleep after, leaving him sitting there with a hard on.  In fact he still hadn't been able to fully consummate their marriage.  Erica always told him that she would give herself fully when they were ready to try for children.  Still, he loved her and enjoyed eating her cunt even if that was the only sex he'd get out of her.  His sexual highlights with her were that once a year on special occasions like his birthday Erica would give him a hand job after he'd pleasured her orally.  He was also banned from looking at porn although he was occasionally allowed to masturbate while looking at Erica when she was getting dressed or undressed.

Brad tried to get his mind off Veronica, Erica and anything sexual, so he looked through the mail.  He found his bills.  He crunched the numbers in his head and it looked bad.  With the pay cuts he'd taken, he would still be coming up short every month.  The credit card bill showed that Erica was still shopping and dining out in the area, so at least he knew she was still around.  He wondered who she was with and where she might be.  Brad decided the best course of action would be to try and hold out for the contract at work to go through, then he'd get his full pay back.  If he emptied his savings account, he figured he'd be able to cover the payments this month.

The stress made his cock soft and he felt some physical relief.  He was hungry, but decided he better not eat anything in case it might make him want to use the toilet.  He went to bed, tired, hungry and horny.

The next day he woke up hard again.  He tried to masturbate again, but couldn't.  That bitch had total control of poor Brad's cock and now his ass too.

At work he was ignored all day again.  He was in considerable pain, so when Melissa was the last one there again, he couldn't wait any longer and went up to her desk.

Yes Brad?  If you need pens or something, I've already locked the supply closet for the day and you'll have to wait until tomorrow.

Oh, uh, ha, um no.

Brad, what is it with you lately?  You act like you have a stick up your ass.

He thought he saw her smirk when she said that, but wasn't sure.

Well?  Speak up Brad!  Hello?!

I, I, uh need to see Veronica.

Brad dear, she's asked not to be disturbed.  I'm sure she has a lot on her plate right now, probably best to wait until tomorrow.

"NO!"  Brad almost shouted in desperation.

Excuse me?!  What is with you Brad?

I'm sorry, it's just, well, it's kind of urgent.

Oh, alright, I suppose I could ask her if she has a moment.

Thank you so much.

Melissa knocked on Veronica's office door, then went in, closing the door behind her.

Brad could hear them talking inside, but not what was being said.  There was some laughter and more talking.  This went on for ten minutes while Brad waited patiently outside.  Finally the door opened and Melissa came out.

"Oh, Brad!  I forgot you were out here!", she said laughingly.

Veronica doesn't want any visitors today, you'll have to try tomorrow.

The look on Brad's face must have been hilarious because Melissa started laughing hysterically.

Just kidding Brad, calm down.  She'll see you now.

Melissa led Brad inside and turned to leave.

"Melissa." Veronica said.

Yes?

Can you stay a moment, I still need a few things.

Oh, OK, no problem.  I'll be at my desk.

Very good, I'll call you when I'm ready.

Melissa went back out, closing the door behind her.

Brian, what can I do for you?

Oh, it's Brad Ma'am.  I uh, I need the key; you know for the belt.

Key?  Belt?

Not this again, thought Brad.

"Yes, the key for the belt, I need it to unlock myself." he said as he began unbuttoning his pants.

You are a being pushy little prick aren't you Bob?

Brad suddenly remembered his bills at home and his standing with Veronica.  She could fire him on a whim and no one would care.  He'd lose everything.  He decided to play along.

I'm sorry ma'am.  It's just that I'm in a lot of pain and I tried to wait, but I need to get it off.

That may be a fact Brian.  But how is that any of my concern?  Why should I care?  Is that how you address a person you want a favor from?

No Ma'am.  I, uh.  Please may I have the key to the belt?

Who are you addressing Brian?

Please may I have the key... Mother?

NO, no you may not.

Get on your knees and beg like a wimpy sissy.

Brad got down on his knees and begged.

Please Mommy, please give me the key.

No.  I think you need to be taught a lesson in humility.  You were very rude and you need punishment.

Veronica's manicured fingernail pushed down on the intercom button, "Melissa, would you come in here please?"

Be right there.

Oh and bring your phone please.

OK.

Brad tried to get up, but the door opened before he had a chance.  Melissa almost started laughing when she saw poor Brad on his knees in front of Veronica.

He really is a wimp, just like you told me Veronica!

Brad couldn't believe his ears.  He wondered who else knew, and how much did Veronica tell them?

 Brian, I want you to remove your trousers and show pretty Melissa what you're wearing under them.

What?!  No, please!  PLEASE!  I'll do what you want, I just, please, no.

I guess you want to lose your house, is that it Brian, you don't want your house any more?

No, I can't lose the house, it's all I have left.  All I have left.  Please don't make me.  Mommy please!

Melissa burst into laughter when she heard him call Veronica "Mommy".

OMG, what a wimp!  Did he really just say that?!

Yes, Brian is a wimp through and through.  He certainly isn't a real man at all.  Now, take off your pants and show Melissa dear.

He looked at Veronica with pleading eyes.

"Go on now Brian, take them off, I want to see.  I promise I won't laugh."  Melissa said.

Brad looked at them both as he undid his pants and paused for a second hoping it would all stop before dropping them.

Melissa burst into laughter again.  "I'm sorry Brian, I mean Bradley.  It's just so funny!  I've never seen anything like that, I mean, you're such a wimp."

Isn't he?!  But you haven't even seen everything yet, just you wait!  Brian why don't you remove your belt too.

Veronica tossed the key to him.

Brad felt so humiliated, but he wanted that dang belt off so bad.  He put the key in the lock and turned it, then took the lock off the clasp.

He couldn't even look the ladies in the face he felt so embarrassed as he slowly removed the belt.

"Ha ha!  Look his pathetic penis is rock hard!"  Melissa said while pointing at Brad's hard cock.

And wait til you see what else is going on down there Melissa!  Bend over and show Melissa what you've done to yourself.

Brad hesitated in resistance.

Go on Brian, show her.  SHOW HER NOW!  Little bitch!

Brad bent forward and spread his ass cheeks revealing the butt plug to Melissa.

Ha ha!  I can't believe any of this!  What a wimp!

My ass, my ass is so ss ssore ma'am.  May I please remove the plug?

I suppose it would be alright with me Brain, but there is another lady in the room.  You need to ask her as well, after all you are subservient to ALL women, aren't you wimp?

Yes, ma'am.

He turned to Melissa and asked if he could remove the plug again.

Please?

Veronica whispered something in Melissa's ear which seemed to please her as her face lit up.  Then Melissa turned to Brad and said, "No, you may not remove it yet.  Instead I want you to humiliate yourself further.  Why don't you masturbate in front of us.  Don't you cum though.

Please don't make me do that.  Haven't you humiliated me enough?

No, you do as you were told Brian or it's no more house for you.

Brad put his hand on his cock and began stroking it, but Veronica came over and slapped him hard.

Don't stroke it!  That's only for real men to do!  You're a sissy, rub it like a gurl.

Brad lay his hand flat and rubbed his cock with his finger tips the way a woman would rub her clit.

That's it, that's a good gurl.  Rub that clitty like a sissy slut.
 




To Be Continued

Yes Mistress Pt 3

Brad immediately moved forward and nuzzled Veronica's panty covered crotch.  Her scent was intoxicating and caused his already hard cock to swell even more.

That's it Brian, nuzzle Mommy's cunt like a good little sissy.

Veronica rubbed her steamy crotch on his face.

Brad tried to stick his tongue out and Veronica slapped his face hard leaving a red patch.

"No!  Don't you do it til I say bitch!" she said as she wagged her finger at him.

She walked backed to her desk and sat down leaving Brad there on the floor with his hard cock painfully constricted in the wrong direction in the chastity belt.

She started working at her computer again as if nothing had happened at all, as if Brad wasn't even there.

Mommy?  Please Mommy.

Oh, you're still here?  I almost forgot.  I was going to do something, wasn't I?

The key ma'am, the key for the belt.

Key?  Oh yes, that's right.  I'm sure I must have it around here somewhere.

She fumbled around in her upper desk drawers as Brad enjoyed the view up her skirt.  Then she squatted down and spread her long legs as she looked in the bottom drawer.  She pretended not to notice Brad staring at her crotch like some sort of starved animal looking at a steak.

Oh here it is, all the way in the back.

She leaned forward giving Brad a great view down her blouse of her bra covered tits.  His poor cock was in terrible pain now.

She twirled the key around her finger a few times.

I wonder if this is the right one?  Let me think.  No, this isn't it.

She started at square one again, looking in the top drawers with her legs open just enough so he could see the top of her stockings.

After several minutes of this she finally decided to give him the key.

Oh, you know what?  I think it was this one after all.  What do you know?!  Isn't that funny?!

She tossed the key past Brad into the corner of the room. "Fetch, go get the key bitch"

Brad went over on all fours to the corner and retrieved the key.  Then he turned and looked up at Veronica sitting at her desk.  She nodded her OK for him to unlock the belt.

His hands were shaking and he could barely get the key in the lock, but he managed.

As soon as the belt came off, he felt a huge sense of relief as his cock stood up and gave his belly a slap.

He felt like jacking off immediately, but hadn't even imagined what he would do once the belt came off.  His only goal had to get the dang thing off of him, not what he'd do after it was off.

You look confused Brian.  Let me give your inferior brain some direction.  I want you to come back over to Mommy and nuzzle me under my desk while I finish my work.

Brad crawled over to her and shoved his face into her panty covered crotch again.  He began stroking his cock, but Veronica caught him and slapped him hard, causing the red patch on his face to reappear, only this time it was brighter.

You don't do that unless Mommy says it's Ok!

Yes Mommy.

Now go sit right there.

Brad sat down at the side of her desk where she'd pointed.

Now I have something for you.  It should be a piece of cake, even for a wimp like you.

She reached in her desk and pulled something out and tossed it at Brad.

A black rubber butt plug bounced on the carpet near his face.

Put it in.

Brad looked up at her with the saddest face.

No, please don't make me do that, please.

I said put it in!  Now!

Brad picked it up and was about to insert it in his ass when she stopped him.

You might want to use some lube.

She tossed some lube to him and he lubed up the plug.

Put some lube on your fingers.

He did it.

Now finger your own ass.

But, I don't want to do that, that's disgusting.

You want to keep your house?  Want a chance at getting what's her face back?  Better start fingering that ass!

Brad put a finger in slowly stretching his tight hole open and to his surprise liked the sensation.

"Looks like you like it, don't you sissy?!  I can tell!"  She said, pointing at his stiff cock.

He felt so humiliated fingering his own ass in front of his boss.

That's it, that's a good sissy.  Finger fuck your own ass like a sissy slut.

Veronica was enjoying this very much.

Now put another figner in at the same time.  Go on, I want to see two fingers up that ass.

Brad shoved another finger in, stretching his ass open wider.

Soon Veroncia was demanding he get four fingers in at once.

He wasn't able to do it as it hurt too much.

Aw, poor baby.  Perhaps Mommy was pushing you too hard.  I know just what to do.  You need to put that plug up your ass.

Brad had almost forgotten all about the butt plug.  He picked it up and worked it into his swollen ass hole.

Then Veroncica threw something at him.  It was another chastity belt.  This one was like a thong.

That's gonna keep that plug up your ass til I give you the key to take it off.

Brad put the belt on and locked it.

Good sissy.  Clean yourself up and go home now.

Yes Mistress Pt 2

Brad's brain was in shock.  He didn't even remember driving home.  All weekend, his mind was fixated on Veronica's panty covered cunt.  Her scent mixed with expensive perfume had put a spell on him.  His poor cock was constantly stiff, but there was nothing he could do about it.  His underwear kept getting precum on it from his constant arousal.

He'd never thought of himself as submissive in any way, yet here he was, turned on beyond belief by his encounter at the office Friday night.  He wondered what lay in store for him on Monday.

The chastity belt was painful on his stiff cock, but he quickly got used to it and to peeing sitting down.  It was strange to sit down and pee and then have to dab at his penis after with toilet tissue rather than just shaking his cock.  It all made him feel so feminine and weak and knowing Veronica had forced him to do these things was somehow a turn on as well.  She wasn't even there and yet she was in complete control of him, right down to his bodily functions.

Monday at work he wasn't sure what to expect.  Veronica came in a little late and walked right past his desk as if she didn't even know him.  Had she forgotten already?  Was that experience so little and meaningless to her that she had not given it any thought?

Every time her office door opened, Brad's head would snap around and look, but he was never called over or even aknowledged.

The day came and went and Brad slowly packed his things at the end of the day, thinking he'd be called into Veronica's office.  After lollygagging for ten mintues, he gave up and started to leave when he heard her office door open up.  There was female laughter from the doorway as Melissa, Veronica's secretary said something as she walked out and closed the door.  She looked his way and Brad thought he saw a smirk on her face, but wasn't sure.

Oh, Brad, you're still here?  Is there something you needed?

Oh, um.  No.  Is Veronica still here?

No, she's gone for the day.

But I thought I just heard her laughing with you.

No, as far as you're concerned she is gone for the day.  Don't disturb her.

But, I wanted to ask her somethi...

Uh, uh!  It's been a long day for Ms Sutton.  You go on home Brad, whatever it is can wait til morning.

But, but...

Melissa's stern look told Brad he shouldn't question her and he didn't want to get her in any trouble so he gave up.

Have a good night Melissa.

OK, thanks, you too.

The rest of the week went the same way with Veronica ignoring poor Brad every day.

Finally on Thursday, Melissa was walking out and walked past Brad's desk almost all the way to the elevators.  She stopped and turned around.

Oh, I almost forgot to tell you Brad, Veronica asked me to send you in to her office before you leave tonight.

He tried to hide his excitement, "Oh, OK, thanks, I'll head over before I leave."

"Finally!", Brad thought to himself.  The belt was starting to really chafe him.

Brad knocked on the office door.  He could hear Veronica on the phone inside, but not what was being said.

He waited for what seemed like over a minute and there was no answer so he knocked again.  There was no answer, just a female voice in conversation.  It sounded casual as there was some laughter.  Just when he was about to knock again he heard Veronica again.

"Yes?"

Uh, it's me Ms Sutton.  Brad, uh Bradley.

Who?

Uh Bradley, Bradley Porter from the G2 projections group.

Oh, Bradley!  Sure come on in.

He opened the door and walked in.

Veronica sat at her desk doing something on her computer and ignoring him.

He walked up to the other side of her desk and stood there, waiting to be invited to sit.

She took her time.  The finally looked at him with a blank but stern condescending look, then turned back to the computer screen.

Yes, Brandon, was there something you needed?

Oh, uh, it's Bradley Ma'am.  I was told you wanted to see me?

Oh?  Oh, yes, that's correct.  You're on the G2 projections group, correct?

Yes Ma'am.

Do you have the sales projection for Q4 of next half?

Not yet Ma'am.  We haven't gotten that far along yet.  We still need a few numbers.

I see, well then you are dismissed.  Thank you Brian.

Um, Brad Ma'am.

Right Bradley.  Thank you Bradley, you may go home now.

Thank you Ma'am.  Um, uh, Ma'am, I did have a question.

Without looking up, she asked "Yes?  What is it Brian?  I'm quite busy right now."

Ma'am, last Friday...about last Friday night.

Yes, What about last Friday night?

Ma'am you had me put on an "article of clothing".  Brad gestured making quote signs with his fingers.

Article of clothing?  What on Earth are you talking about?

The chasitity belt ma'am, I'm still wearing it.

Veronica finally looked over at him, "Chastity belt?  Hmm.  Oh yes, that's right."

She looked back at her computer again. "I'd forgotten all about it. You may remove it now."

I don't have the key Ma'am.

Well, Why the  hell not?  Do you expect me to do everything for you?  Am I your Mommy?

No Ma'am.

"Perhaps I'll have you call me "mother" from now since you're such a sissy momma's boy." She said laughing.

Yes, ma'am.

What?

I mean, yes mother.

That's better sissy.

May I have the key to the belt ma'am, mother, ma'am.

Veronica smirked, she was enjoying her complete domination over this cuck.  It hadn't even taken all that long to break him.

You're such a cry baby.  How long have you been wearing that thing?

Almost a week ma'am, I mean Mother.

That's nothing.  Any wimp could handle that!  And any real man would have taken it off long ago.  Actually a real man would never have put it on in the first place.

You look anxious Brian.  Are you in pain right now?  Is it because you've gotten an erection?

Brad suddenly realized his cock was indeed hard again.

Yes mother.

Yes mother what?

"Yes, mother, I have an erection." he said with his face beet red from embarrassment.

Tsk, I can imagine that might be painful in that belt.  Too bad.

Please, the belt is starting to chafe my skin.

"Oh, poor baby!"  She said taunting Brad.  "Why don't you beg for mommy?  Maybe you can convince me of how bad you want the belt off."

Please mommy, please take the belt off for me.

Why should I?

I promise, I'll be good.  I'll do whatever you want, please mommy please.

Veronica was really enjoying breaking this cuck sissy.  She stood up and pointed with her manicured finger, signaling Brad to kneel before her.

He obediently kneeled down with his hands clasped in front of him.

This looks familiar.  Oh yes, now I remember.  You've done this before haven't you Brian.

Yes, ma'am, mother.

Get down on all fours like a dog.

Brad got down immediately.

Veronica's pussy was boiling from the power lust she was feeling having wimpy Bradley follow her every command.  She pulled up her $1200 skirt and revealed her garter belt with matching panties and band top nylons.  She curled her finger, motioning Brad to come forward.

"Nuzzle up to Mommy's cunt." she said pointing at the moistened crotch of her panties.

More to Cum....

Yes Mistress pt 1

A few months ago Bradley had been the picture of success.  He had the big house, a Lexus in the driveway and of course a beautiful wife.  From the outside his life seemed so perfect.  The reality though, was that he'd bought in above his head.  The real estate bubble brought his finances to the brink of bankruptcy.  Soon the luxury car was repossessed and everything that could be sold was gone.  He still had Erica and the house though and he vowed he was not going to lose those, no matter what.

At work he began to notice that things were not going well either.  The rumors were all around, lay offs and cuts.  Everyone was panicking, what would happen?  Veronica from corporate HQ had been transferred there a few months ago and word was she was there to slash budgets and get the division profitable again.  She had a reputation as a ball buster.  Everyone at the office was kissing her ass hoping to keep their jobs.

Then came black Friday.  Pink slips were waiting on people's desks when they walked in.  Brad's desk had a letter as well.  He sat down and took a deep breath as he listened to the sobbing and consoling going on in the cubes around him.  He just sat there thinking about what this might mean to him and Erica.  They'd lose the house for sure.  With everything gone, would she leave too?

His hands were shaking as he opened the envelope.  To his relief, he didn't see blue inside (pink slips were always on blue papers at this place).  He took the letter out and read it.  It basically said that the company was doing cuts and that people should be respectful of their coworkers.  His department was primarily safe because they were currently working on a project.

When he got home he wasn't sure what to tell Erica or even if he should tell her anything.  He decided to wait and see how things went in the near future.

A few weeks passed and with the smaller staff, everyone got to know Veronica a lot better.  Her reputation as a hard ass was well deserved.  Gone were many of the perks that they'd become used to in the office.  Snacks, bottled waters, espresso, even the gym memberships got cancelled.

Late on a Thursday, Erica came storming into the office.  She walked right past Brad's desk and gave him the evil eye.  He got up and started following her, trying not to make a scene.  She got to Veronica's secretary and said something, then was immediately let into the office.  Not wanting anyone to notice Brad hung back and watched.  She was in there for about a half hour and by then Brad had returned to his desk.  Erica walked up to Brad and she actually looked happy.  She told him not to worry and that she'd taken care of everything and would explain tonight when he got home.

That night, she told him how her personal trainer at the gym, Eugene, had told her about all the layoffs at Brad's work and that the rumor was that Brad's team was to be let go this Friday.  Erica decided to get a jump on everyone else and had gone down there to plead their case with Veronica before she'd made her final decisions.  Veronica had told Erica that Brad was indeed to be laid off on Friday.  Erica told Veronica about their financial situation and how they were basically barely keeping afloat.  It seemed that Erica's tears had melted a soft spot into Veronica somehow, because she agreed not to fire Brad, but he'd have to take a severe pay cut.  Doing the math, they figured they'd be able to keep up the house payments and he'd have to bring lunch everyday and take the bus to work which meant he'd be walking almost two miles to the bus stop each day.  He didn't like it, but there was really nothing else he could do, there just were no other jobs around that would pay even what he'd be getting after the cut.

Erica and Brad were OK at first, but Erica was used to being able to buy cute clothes and just about anything she'd wanted.  Now her life wasn't much fun anymore.  They began to fight about money almost daily.  Eugene got her a job at the gym as the towel girl, doing the laundry twice a week.  By doing this she was able to keep her membership going for free and make a small amount of money, which helped out a lot.  The happiness didn't last long though.

One day Brad came home from work and Erica wasn't home.  When he went upstairs he noticed the dresser drawers were dumped and closet was open and all her things were gone.  There was a note that basically said she couldn't take it anymore and needed to get away.  It didn't say where she went or when she'd be back.  Brad was angry and hurt, but there was nothing he could do.  He tried calling her, but she never answered.  That bitch, she's probably over at Eugene's place right now, sucking his cock and fucking him!

Things got worse.  Everyone at work hated Brad because in their eyes he'd snaked his way into staying at his job and Marcy, a pregnant woman had been fired instead and lost her insurance.   Because of that she'd lost her home too and was now living with her husband and family in her parents garage.  He felt so alone and sad.

Veronica called him into her office at the end of the week before he took off.  He was the last one there, but she told him to shut the door behind him.

Sit down Bradley.

He sat in the chair.

Brad, I think you're  a fine worker.  You've done well by this company.

Thank you Ms. Sutton.

Well, don't thank me Brad.  I'm afraid I have a bit of bad news for you.  It seems that corporate is asking for yet another round of lay offs.  I'm sorry, but you are going to have to be let go.

No, please!  I'll lose my house.  It's the only thing I have left.  Erica left me, I've got nothing.

Veronica seemed to have a slight smirk on her face, although he wasn't sure.

Please, Ms Sutton, I'll do anything, anything.  I'll work harder.  I'll work 15 hours a day.  I'll do the work of three people.

Brad, you just don't understand, do you?  There is just no money left in the budget.  Even if I kept you you'd need to take yet another pay cut.

I'll do it, I'll take another cut.

It would need to be severe Brad.  Are you sure that's what you want?

Yes, please.  I need this.

There are lots of other people working here who deserve this just as much as you do Bradley.

I know and I appreciate this so much.

Ah, ah Bradley.  I didn't say you had the job yet.

What? I don't understand.

Brad, you grovel very well.  Why don't you get on your knees and beg for your job?  Go on, get down there and beg.

Brad was shocked at this request.  WTF?  He resisted at first, but then realized he was powerless and if this is what it took, he'd do it.

Brad knelt on the floor and clasped his hands in front of him and looked up at Veronica in her fancy office chair.

Go on, beg.

Please may I have the job?

You're going to have to do better than that Bradley, MUCH better.  Perhaps if you were on all fours, you know like a dog.  Yes, let's try that, shall we?

Brad hated this, but resisted the urge to get up and leave.  He got down on all fours and was now looking directly up Veronica's skirt.  He could see her two hundred dollar panties up past her smooth stocking covered creamy legs.

Brad, are you trying to see up my skirt?  You little perverted twit!  I should fire you right on the spot!

No!  Please I wasn't trying to, I mean, I wouldn't.  Uh, NO, please!

"Are you saying you don't find me attractive Bradley?"  Veronica asked, toying with her prey.

No, I mean yes.  I mean, I think you're attractive.

So then you were trying to see up my skirt?

No, Yes.

Well, what is it?  Yes or No Bradley?  It's a simple question.

Bradley answered meekly in a barely audible level, "yes, I was trying to look up your skirt maam."

There, now that wasn't so hard now was it?  All I wanted was the truth.  So that means that you find me attractive doesn't it Bradley.

Yes ma'am. 

Brad suddenly realized it'd been weeks since he'd even thought about anything sexual.  He also realized that his cock was rock hard in his pants.

Veronica stood up from her chair and pulled her skirt up revealing her panties and a pretty garter belt holding up her stockings.  Is this what you wanted to see Bradley?  I bet it was.

In all his stress, Brad had failed to notice how truly hot Veronica was.  She had long brown hair, a very pretty face and a nice figure.

She walked closer to him and stood with her legs spread shoulder width.  Her panty covered cunt was inches from his face.  He wanted to taste her so badly at this moment.  She inched forward and shoved her crotch right in his face.

I bet you want that pussy, don't you Bradley?

Yes, ma'am.

Who's pussy do you want Bradley?

Your pussy ma'am.

That's a good boy.

Brad tried to put his hands on Veronica's legs, but she slapped him hard in the face.

"Don't you touch me unless I tell you bitch!"  She scolded, wagging her finger in his face.

Brad looked up at her obediently.

Veronica walked back to her desk, opened a drawer and pulled something out.  She tossed it on the floor in front of Brad.

Put it on.

Brad looked down and realized it was a chastity belt for men.

Brad hesitated.

I guess you don't want your job then.  I guess you don't want to keep that house of yours or any chance of getting Erica back at all.  Is that right?

No, I'll do it, I'll do it.  Please don't fire me.

Brad stood up and slowly undid his pants.  When he pulled his underwear down, Veronica leaned forward in her chair to get a better look.  She smirked again, seeing his hard prick.  Brad slipped the belt on over his hard cock.  It was so tight, there was no way he'd be able to touch himself.

Very good Bradley.  You'll be wearing this over the weekend.

What? How am I supposed to pee in this thing?

Well, you inferior male brain has caused you to put it on incorrectly.

Huh, what?

Do I have to spell it out for you?  Bend your pathetic hard on down between your legs and tuck it there.

Brad tried to bend it down but it was so stiff it hurt.

Do it NOW bitch!

Brad forced his cock down between his legs.  He put the belt back on over his cock and saw the opening at the bottom where he'd be peeing from.

There you see how it works now?  You'll need to sit down to urinate from now on.  Get used to it.

Veronica tossed a lock over to him.

Put it on.

Brad put the lock on the belt without hesitation.  Veronica was pleased with his obedience.

All right, now that we've established who is boss, you may go home for the weekend.

To Be Continued...