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Apr. 30, 2016 (pt. 2)
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Apr. 30, 2016 (pt. 2) Mr. Paul moved around the desk in the office to a small mini-bar, "Would you like something?" As he casually opened the refrigerator he turned and smiled and answered his own question like he was reading my mind, "A Coke right? Just a can of Coke." He then slid the unopened can across the desk and turned to fix his drink. I was attempting to ramp up my courage and also not upset the one person who was always on my side. As I heard the first ice cube hit the glass he continued, "The mustache nearly made me laugh, but as you know, I'm pretty good when it comes to a pressure moment. Including the policia." I opened the can as Mr. Paul poured a brown liquid in his glass, "You think a sub sissy slut like you can just hide out in public like you're Clark Kent? No, you need a lot more than just a pair of glasses and some facial hair to fool anybody about who you really are." He finally turned around and toasted me, "Here's to you, and everybody staying on this side of prison bars." He took the drink down in one gulp as I took the opportunity to dive into a subject away from Kate, "Oh yeah. What's going on with that? I thought after your partner was arrested everything would just move back overseas." He poured a second drink as he answered, "I was against it, but Robbie loves the excitement of skirting the law with the forbidden side of our business. Plus, the response in Los Angeles has been overwhelming and all positive when our 'feeler' invitations first went out. That even included a few of the men that were caught up in that downtown fiasco. Also going back to our old security protocols relieved many of our patrons that are here for the slave auctions." I nervously sipped my Coke as he continued, knowing that everything he was saying was drawing me back in deeper and deeper. I was laser focused on every word he said, "Plus, we did want to expand our video side of the business into the U. S., so face to face meetings needed to take place . . . including this one tonight." His eyes felt like he was consuming me as he slowly downed his second drink. It felt like he was ready to pounce as Mr. Paul moved around the desk to where I was standing. He then surprised me by reaching down and lightly tap at the growing bulge in my pants, "There's the slutty fuck toy I've missed. Take off those stupid male clothes. I want to see what you wore for me tonight. Show me how your lust ultimately turns to submission, because we both know deep down inside you love to be watched." I could barely think, but one thing I could do was quickly disrobe in front of him, "You've been getting off knowing men jack off to your forbidden pictures and erotic videos." His rehearsed introduction worked perfectly as I was proudly standing in front of him in my pink satin and lace bra and matching panties, wide garter belt and white frosted stockings. He motioned me to spin for him so he could see all sides of Kate, "Oh yes, I recognize this lingerie from our surveillance condo videos. Don't worry it's in a safe place under lock and key." I picked up the pile of clothes and moved them onto the desk, which he used to grab me by the hips and spin me back into his strong hairy arms. I could feel his erection pressed against my belly, "While editing your videos I discovered I watched way too much of you. And after Robbie told me about you already being a fantastic oral we both agreed to extend your video rights with us awhile longer." I was trembling as Mr. Paul pressed forward and kissed me passionately on the lips. Finally breaking it off just as my mouth began to open submissively. He then roughly grabbed my right wrist and tugged my hand down onto his throbbing cock, "Every person that's been working on your video wants a piece of that ass and to dominate you, even if it is only for one night. For me it starts tonight!" He then threw me off by going soft on me, "Your new thin pubic landing strip is adorable and have made guys moan out loud." It was all almost too much for me to take in all at once, "We'll know a lot more by the public reaction once it's released, and not just by a bunch of horny editors." He leaned in close and kissed me tenderly on the cheek before returning to the other side of the desk, "Now it's time to start talking business and clear up a few accounting omissions." For some reason I never felt more vulnerable than at that moment standing before him dressed as the syndicates wicked and desperately kinky porno sissy. I had only been at the party for less than an hour and it felt like Dave was buried once again. Mr. Paul pressed a few keys on the laptop before reaching for my pants and removing my wallet, "Hey, what are you doing?" As he continued to rifle though it the next thing he said stopped me in mid sentence, "Say another word and I will have security you out into the party and force you to service every erection until you are begging to be a man's collared bukkake slave . . . including your buddy Steve." I was frozen in fear as he fished out a blank check, "Oh good. You brought it. Well, that just proves you can follow orders sometimes. We'll need to work on that." He snapped a quick picture of it and my drivers license before returning back to the laptop. The printer then came to life and began spitting out several pages of documents, before he reached over and slid them toward me on the desk, "We've moved to all wire transactions for payment. Now we have your routing number, which solves that problem." The title on the first page was PHOTOGRAPHY AND VIDEO RELEASE. I didn't need to read it without seeing my forged signature at the bottom. Looking up Mr. Paul was smiling widely, "I'm getting pretty good at signing things for you. You can't tell me that is NOT your signature." I was swaying with this revelation as he continued, "Your pay for last year was for your contributions for the video, and this year you'll just be on a retainer until we know if it all moves forward to featuring you. Top billing!" I flipped to the bank documents and saw just how official everything had become, "Yes, sweetie. you're ours 24/7 until we say it is over." At that moment he looked down and saw the wetness of precum staining my soft panties, "Your owner says a leaking clit shows me how desperate you are for control. Forbidden photographs, collared humiliation, feminization by a Dominant and of course sissygasms. And all while being filled with a man's hot sperm." He spun the laptop around to show me something, "I thought you might like to get a sneak preview of the featured video playing tonight. It's a new sissy hypnosis training series. It's actually a very lucrative business if you get weak ass beta boys become paying members on a web site. Our regulars have no problem with the fees, but we need to pull in all of those fucking losers that deep down are probably just white boys wanting to be BBC whores. Once those sissies get sucked in that's when things will get real interesting." He motioned for me to pull my panties down which I did immediately and allowed them to drop to the floor, where I stepped out of them and stood before him with my feet spread slightly in defiance, "I'm still trying to get Robbie to branch off into this more and away from auctions." Why was he telling me all of this? I was totally baffled, "Well, maybe a few auctions for special occasions, or how else would I have met Kate?" The screen came alive, drawing my focus to the images that started flashing quickly, "It's unfortunate the authorities are being a bit more diligent these days. The images may have been flashing quickly, but not quick enough that I didn't recognize Kate in the action, "FUCK! FUCK! FUCK!!!" Paul came around his desk with his thick cock lustfully sticking out of the opening in his pants. |
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