Mei continues to use the interns as stools as she sits bottomless with her coworker Anika, who also prefers the intern’s face to an uncomfortable stool.

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Femdom Coworker

Tim always secretly had a crush on his coworker Stacy. He joined the office the same time as her, and they both went through the mandatory week-long training together, becoming good friends. It wasn’t long before Stacy realized Tim liked her, but she kept playing hard to catch.

Thanks to new laws empowering women in the workforce, Stacy had been increasingly cruel to Tim. She loved to torment Tim. She knew he was always looking at her body, so she would drop things right in front of him so she could slowly bend over and pick it up, showcasing her beautiful ass. Then she would find an excuse to bump into Tim, and “accidentally” knee him in his crotch, giving his obviously erect penis a good smashing.

She would often humiliate him at meetings and make jokes at his expense. While everyone would laugh, Tim would just get red-faced and accept the humiliation. Despite her mistreatment of him, or maybe because of it, Tim loved Stacy and would let her get away with anything.

With a body like Stacy’s, any man would let her get away with anything. She had long, straight, blonde hair and green eyes. She was 20 years old, and had a great athletic body, with a slim waist, nice hips, a perfect and tight ass, and her legs were muscular but feminine.

Tim arrived to work early. Things had been changing for the worse at work since the new laws and he hoped it would be a good day. He found Stacy had gone in early too, so he started talking to her in the break room.

“Hey, Stacy, how’s it going?” asked Tim.

“Not much, Timmy. The new boss called us in early,” said Stacy.

“The new boss? I didn’t even know we had a new boss. Who is he?”

“She. Her name’s Laura and she just got promoted. She came from another office to take over for Bill, who just got fired.”

“Wow. I didn’t even know Bill got fired. That sucks. He was a good manager.”

“It’s the new CEO. She’s restructuring and making major changes at all levels. No more male managers. They’ve all been canned.”

“Holy shit.”

“It’s not just the managers getting fired,” Stacy said as she leaned closer to Tim flirtatiously. “So you better be nice to us, Timmy.”

“Nice to who?”

“The office females. Laura called us all in early today to discuss the new rules.”

“That explains why I wasn’t called. What are the new rules?”

“Oh, you’ll learn as you go. Basically, all the office females are now the supervisors of the office males. You’ll have to do twice the amount of work to make up for us not working anymore. From now on, we’ll be watching over you guys, breathing down your neck… literally.”

Stacy was leaning so close to Tim that she actually breathed on the side of his neck. Tim was aroused and felt his crotch engorging. Stacy looked down.

“Oh look, it’s li’l Timmy!” she said as she reached down to feel his crotch.

Tim stood there mortified that someone else would see him there with his cock bulging out the front of his pants. This was the first time Stacy had felt his penis. He wondered what made her so bold to do this at work.

The new boss, Laura, entered the break room.

“That’s sexual harassment,” Laura said.

Tim was relieved. As much as he liked Stacy, and let her get away with a lot of teasing and occasional abuse, she was taking things too far groping him like that in front of everyone. He was glad the new boss saw this as the obvious sexual harassment that it was.

“It’s okay. She didn’t mean anything by it,” Tim said, trying to keep his friend out of trouble.

“I was talking about your obviously erect thing,” said Laura with a distasteful look on her face. “Showing your erection, even if it’s under your pants, is indecent exposure. Showing it to a female is sexual harassment.”

Tim’s jaw dropped. He couldn’t believe what he was hearing. Stacy, still with her hand on Tim’s penis, gave him a cruel smile. She squeezed his balls and erect dick so hard, he could feel her long nails through his khakis.

“I won’t call the police if you agree to go through sexual harassment counseling,” said Laura.

“Okay, I agree!” Tim said, leaning forward from the pain to his genitals. “Please, Stacy, that’s killing me.”

“Sorry, Timmy,” said Stacy, letting go and gently caressing his cheek. “I know it hurts, but we both know you liked it. I felt you get even harder when Laura accused you of harassing me. You still got harder as I squeezed your poor balls.”

“Report to the new women’s recreation room,” said Laura.

“Yes, ma’am,” said Tim. Both women were younger than him, but it was obvious that they dominated him. Stacy was clearly given preferential treatment, and Laura was his boss, so there wasn’t anything he could do but take the abuse from either of them.

For a few weeks, there had been construction done to the office complex to build a new women’s recreation room, where the females of the office can go to relax, drink coffee or tea, eat, take naps, get massages by the male employees, and generally avoid work while the males of the company got all the work done. There were no recreation rooms for the males.

Tim walked through the elegant doors of the rec room. The room was astounding. It was like some kind of expensive lounge, with fancy furniture, dim lights, music, and a bar with all kinds of food. He was sure the men of the company were going to need to work overtime to pay for all this.

“You can’t come in here dressed like that,” an attractive black woman with a perfect body wearing a tight black dress said to Tim.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t know I had to wear something different,” said Tom.

“Honey, it’s just that you’re wearing clothes at all,” she said, smiling, with her hand gently on Tim’s arm. “This is the women’s rec room. And seeing that you’re a man, you’re either here to serve us or here for counseling. Either way, you need to be naked.”

Tim’s heart sank in his chest. He was always shy and here he was being told he needed to be naked in front of all the women. Every female in the company was going to get to see his naked body. They would all see his below average penis. It was going to be insanely humiliating.

“Here, sugar,” the woman said, grabbing a basket. “You can put you clothes in here.”

Tim didn’t have much choice. Clearly the women at the company all outranked the men and could tell them to do anything. And clearly he had to take off all his clothes, right there, without even going into any kind of locker room or anything.

He unbuttoned his shirt and took it off, leaving him bare chested. Despite the intense humiliation of the situation, Tim actually found himself getting hard. That, of course, made it so much more humiliating, because he was about to take his pants off. He kicked off his shoes, and unbuckled his pants. The woman stood there, staring at him, looking down, waiting for him to expose himself. He pulled down his pants and was left standing in his boxers.

“All your clothes, sweetie,” the woman said.

Tim was so intensely embarrassed, but the woman gave him an order and he needed to obey. He pulled the waistband of his boxers around his rock-hard penis and dropped them to the floor. He was standing there, in front of several women who were enjoying drinks and the strip show, with his erection sticking straight out. He bent down and put all his clothes in the basket. His face was beet red.

“It’s okay. Here we call that a handle,” the woman said. To Tim’s shock and horror, the woman actually grabbed his erect penis and used it to guide him to a nearby desk. The women sitting nearby giggled as he was dragged ridiculously by his own penis. It was probably the most degrading experience of his life.

The woman let go, which was a relief not only from the humiliation, but also because she had really long nails that dug into the sensitive skin of his member. She went up to the computer, sat on a stool, and read some instructions that Laura had emailed to her.

“Okay,” she said. “Laura wants me to show you around, so you can know what you might have to do if you mess up again. And then she wants me to show you to your room.”

Tim was confused and horrified. He didn’t think he would need to actually stay there, and have a room. How long was he going to have to do this punishment? As if she read his mind, the woman explained.

“Now I know you think this is punishment. It’s true you did something wrong and you need to pay for it. But think of this as an opportunity to worship your superiors. How close have you ever been to a perfect female ass?” The woman smiled and arched her back to show off her large, round ass.

Tim blushed. He stuttered and tried to deflect the question.

“Well, you’ll be all up close and personal with all the women’s asses here. If you have bathroom or locker room duty, you’ll be using your little tongue to clean our pussies and assholes when we’re dirty and sweaty. It doesn’t get any closer than that! You’ll never get so much ass again in your life. You’re gonna get more ass than a… toilet seat! You’ll massage all the women employees from the CEO on down to the lowliest interns. You’ll serve us and be at our beck and call.”

Tim looked around and noticed all the naked men walking around bringing the women drinks and taking their orders. Some of the men were bent over serving as chairs so women could sit on their backs. Some were laying down on couches, face up, so two or three women could sit on the man, including his face. Tim realized that, though they were probably all unfairly being punished, it was kind of hot.

There were some really hot women at the office. And in a way, this would be the perfect chance for him to get to know them. None of the men were allowed to talk to the women, unless spoken to, of course, but he would hear the women talk to each other, at least. Still it made him feel uneasy that he was going to have a room here, and have to do this for an indeterminate amount of time.

“Here,” said the woman. “Let me just put this collar on. We know you’re not going to run, but the CEO wants us to collar all males anyway. She said it’s so you know your place. You know your place, don’t you, Tim?”

“Yes, ma’am,” said Tim as the woman put a collar around his neck.

The woman got up and led Tim by a leash attached to his collar. She first took him to a group of woman sitting around in comfortable leather chairs. Some were sitting on top of men.

“This is the lounge area, where you may be asked to give up your face as a seat. There’s nothing more degrading and humiliating for a man than for a woman to sit on a man’s face. Because it so degrading for the man, it is empowering for the woman. Talk about a man being put in his place. You also may be asked to massage a woman’s feet or serve her drinks and food.”

All the woman smiled and looked Tim over. They were clearly appreciating his naked body. Each one looked at his erect penis. Tim was humiliated but felt glad that these women were giving him attention. Stacy never gave him this kind of attention. As for the men under the women’s asses on the couch, the women seemed to pretend they didn’t even exist.

The woman brought him to the restroom where there were stalls of toilets with a man inside each one, fitted into a kind of mouth bidet, where a woman can squat over his face and his tongue will clean her. There also weren’t any sinks but men with their faces up. Tim watched as a woman used the sink after using the toilet. The man’s mouth washed the woman’s hands with his tongue. The woman coughed and spit in the man’s mouth. Then she wiped her hands with a tissue and deposited the tissue in his mouth. She walked away as if nothing was out of the ordinary.

“There’s nothing like the clean feeling a woman gets after she gets her anus cleaned by a man’s tongue,” said the woman.

They left the lounge area and went through a bright hallway to go to the back rooms.

“Here are the punishment rooms. Men are punished here for a long list of infractions, including not telling a woman ‘good morning or good afternoon’ when he sees her, not giving up his seat for a woman at a meeting, not obeying a woman’s order, no matter what it is, or if a man’s female supervisor does something wrong. And so on.”

They walked past closed doors where sounds of whipping and men crying out in pain could be heard. Tim knew he would never do something wrong again, so he could avoid these punishment rooms. They turned a corner and arrived in the holding rooms for the males.

“Here’s your room. Stacy will be by to see to your counseling,” said the woman.

Tim didn’t like that Stacy was put in charge of his counseling. She was the one who got him in trouble in the first place. And for grabbing his crotch! Now she would punish him and re-educate him. They both joined the company the same day and they used to be equals. Now she was his superior and was going to teach him to have respect for his superiors. He wasn’t looking forward to it.

“Okay, sugar, good luck. Who knows? Maybe I’ll see you in the ladies room, sometime,” said the woman.,

“I hope so, ma’am,” said Tim as he watched her beautiful ass as she walked away. He truly wanted to get to know her round black ass, in any capacity.

Tim entered his room. There was nothing but a cushioned bench and a toilet. He sat down. Clearly there was nothing to do, so he imagined it would get quite boring there. Then again, serving all those beautiful women with their perfect bodies seemed quite exciting.

The door opened and Tim stood up. In walked Stacy, bottomless, wearing only a black business blouse and her black high heels. Tim’s dick shot straight up. Maybe this wasn’t going to be bad after all.

“Hi, Timmy!” said Stacy with a smile, as she shut the door.

“Hi, Stacy,” said Tim.

Stacy walked up to Tim and slapped him in the face.

“It’s ‘Mistress Stacy,’ now, Timmy,” she said.

“Yes, Mistress Stacy.”

“When you talk to a woman, you need to be on your knees with your eyes down.”

Tim got on his knees and sat on his feet and looked down, with his hands on his legs. He couldn’t help but notice her shaved pussy in his peripheral vision.

“As you know, you’ve offended a female with your nasty penis. That’s a big no-no now,” said Stacy. “So you have to do 3 months counseling where I will teach you manners all day, and all night you will do different jobs in the lounge for all the company’s females and their friends. You know you consented to all this in the paperwork you signed when we joined, so I don’t want to hear any complaints.”

Tim realized he didn’t read the fine print on his first day. The world had been changing rapidly with female led relationships becoming the norm and a woman president, and women being treated as superiors to men, and all that. But he never thought the workplace would change this fast.

“Now, the first thing we need to do is to make sure you know your place,” said Stacy. “Get up on that bench and lay on your back.”

Tim got up and quickly obeyed. Stacy walked over, swung her leg around to straddle the bench with Tim on it, facing his feet, with her ass over his face. Without saying anything, she squatted over him and sat on his face, with Tim’s nose in her ass crack. The full weight of her petite body crushed his face, pushing the back of his head painfully into the bench. He could barely breathe out of his nose.

This was the first time a woman ever sat on Tim’s face. And it was his friend Stacy! He always adored her ass, and here it was, naked, sitting and squashing his face, smothering him. He wanted to be her boyfriend, to take her out, and treat her right, but if she didn’t want that, then at least he could enjoy her ass from beneath her. If it wasn’t so painful and humiliating, he might actually enjoy this.

“The rules say I’m supposed to sit on your face every day and smack your balls so you know who’s boss,” said Stacy.

He didn’t mind the beautiful naked ass on his face, but he wasn’t sure about the balls smacking. Technically, he and Stacy used to be equal at work, and their “boss” was Laura. But then Laura made all the females supervisors to the males, so he supposed Stacy really was his boss.

Smack! She smacked his vulnerable and exposed balls hard. He couldn’t speak, complain or move at all under her ass like that, so he had to just lay there and take it. She sat on him, with her back bent, so her perfect ass cheeks dominated his face. Now she was adding injury to insult with the cock and ball torture.

She smacked again. It was convenient for her that Tim was so aroused, even with all the pain, that his erect penis stuck up toward his belly and out of the way. His arms lay helplessly by his sides. Even though he was muscular and could overpower Stacy, she was a female, and it was against the law and the rules of the company to even think about overpowering her, or even question her in any way.

The punishment continued for over 20 smacks. The poor man under this woman’s ass had lost count, and almost lost consciousness as well from the terrible pain. Stacy got up and looked at Tim’s red face. Tears were dripping from his eyes. She sat on his crotch, over his erect penis and on his tender balls. Her perfect ass was on his genitals, but he wouldn’t dream of trying to have sex with her, for fear of the punishment his boss Laura might inflict, considering all this was happening just for having the gall of getting an erection at work.

Stacy put her soft, feminine hands on Tim’s chest and she leaned in and kissed him softly on the mouth. Her pussy rubbed against his throbbing dick.

“You’ll do as I say from now on, right, Timmy?” she asked, with her face close to his.

“Yes, Mistress Stacy,” said Tim.

“I know you’ll get out of this a better man. You’ll be a respectful and obedient man who knows how to serve and please a woman. I’m confident in that. In fact, I’m so sure that you’ll learn your inferior place and learn the skills needed to satisfy your superiors that I already requested that you become my live-in boyfriend.”

This intrigued Tim. She requested it? The new laws were very complex, and obviously Stacy had studied them, and knew her rights. Apparently, any female at work could request to take a male employee home with her so he can serve her there day and night.

Tim’s dick hardened even more. Not only did he have 3 solid months of Stacy sitting on his face and smacking his balls as well as opportunities to serve superior women humbly and obediently, but he might actually have a lifetime of that ahead of him, as Stacy’s boyfriend.

As Tim laid there under the weight of his new female mistress, he smiled at her and knew he would obey her and be at her beck and call forever.

It was a great day at work.

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