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Secrets of The New World Order

By: bjmichaels



I overheard Mr. Hanson telling Mr. Jensvold, "Life in America will never be the same."

Mr. Jensvold replied, "It hasn't been for a long time, but no one has noticed. The idiot people are more interested in staring down at their iphones or watching 'American Idol' than paying attention to what the corporations are doing to them...they had this planned a long time ago, and anyone with common sense could see that corporate greed was going to ruin this country."

I fought the urge to get in Mr. Jensvold's face to tell him it was American workers who were the greedy ones. I wanted to educate him about the 'job creators' and how unions made business so unprofitable the corporations were forced to outsource millions of jobs overseas just to make a profit. 

I wanted to let him know that government regulations and high taxes were the cause of the massive unemployment that was sweeping across America.

I had graduated from high school only a month earlier, and those were the last facts I was taught in my 'Responsible Government' class. If anyone were to be blamed for the economic crisis, it was lazy and greedy workers, and a socialist government that doled-out free money to the 'takers' at the expense of the 'makers'. 

My mother was talking with Mr. Barnhouse, my father's boss. I waited until he walked away.

My mother's face was white as a sheet as I approached her. Her eyes were puffy and red. Her hands were trembling; some of the coffee she was drinking spilled onto the floor.

"What's wrong, mom? Are you alright – you don't look so good," I said. She really did look sick.

She appeared to be in shock; her eyes glazed over, staring into space.

"Oh my God – Oh my God – Oh my God...." she mumbled over and over.

Now I was scared. She'd never acted like this my entire life.

"Mother – what is it? What is wrong?" I asked in a slightly panicked voice.

"Johnny, oh my God – we have no money – we're broke – we can't even pay for your father's funeral – thank God Mr. Barnhouse said the company would pay for this reception – I don't know what to do...."

"Mom," I said, "please, calm down, we have dad's pension and his life insurance policy."

When she stared into my eyes I saw unbridled and abject fear. I knew something was terribly wrong. The hair on my neck stood straight.

"Some financial investors from back east bought the factory...Mr. Barnhouse just told me they declared bankruptcy – they canceled everyone's pension – they took all the money for themselves."

I was stunned. "They can't do that – people worked their whole lives there with the promise of a decent retirement."

"That's what I said to Mr. Barnhouse. He said the Supreme Court approved it – first they recognized corporations as people and a few weeks ago they ruled since corporations were people, they were entitled to the same bankruptcy laws as everyone else – they can legally wipe out all their debts, including pensions...."

Something isn't right, I thought. I never read about this in the newspaper or saw it on Fox News.

"What about dad's life insurance? That'll help us get by for a while, won't it?" I asked her softly.

She slowly shook her head as tears flooded her eyes. Now I was truly frightened.

"Sweetie, I didn't tell you the truth – I didn't want you to know...." she whispered to me. She saw the look in my eyes and continued: "Your father didn't have a heart attack at work...."

"Huh? What happened? How did he – you know...." I asked.

She lowered her eyes as she spoke. "He was laid-off at work...that same afternoon Mr. Hack, your dad's financial guy, told him his investments were worthless, that the junk bond market had crashed and it wiped him out...."

I stared at her in disbelief. Why hadn't I known about this before?

She continued in a monotone voice, with a dead expression on her face.

"The next day he went to the factory and confronted Mr. Barnhouse...Lonnie, I mean Mr. Barnhouse told him about the financial investors and his pension...your father went out to the car, sat in the front seat, put the forty-four to his head and pulled the trigger...the insurance company won't pay for a suicide."

The image of my father in the front seat of the car filled my head. He was such a strong and forceful man, for him to do something like that he must have been in a very deep and dark place. Crushing waves of sadness swept over my body. 

"How come I never heard about that?" I asked. 

"Lonnie, I mean Mr. Barnhouse kept everything very quiet – he didn't want us to be humiliated – he's been a very good friend to us."

She stared into my eyes once again and said, "Sweetheart, we have no money."

"What about the house? You could sell the house!" I said with a glimmer of hope in my voice. 

"We haven't owned the house in quite some time...when they cut your father's wages at the factory, we couldn't afford the payments anymore. He made a deal with Mr. Bagley at the bank to pay rent so we could still live here...we can't afford next month's rent."

"Mom," I said, "go ahead and use my college money – I'll keep my job and give you my paycheck to help out with the bills. I can wait a year or two before I go to school."

She didn't have to say a word. I saw tears of shame in her eyes. They had already gone through my college money.

Then she said softly: "Please don't tell your sisters about this – I don't want them to be scared...we'll get by - I'll figure out something...."

She left me standing in the middle of the room. 

Suddenly, the light around me became so bright I was blinded. The conversations in the room were so loud I wanted to clamp my hands over my ears and shut out the noise. 

My hands began trembling. It quickly spread to my arms and legs then my whole body was shaking. Intense fear had me in its hold and it shook me like a rag doll. I was scared out of my mind. 

This had to be a dream. One person's life couldn't change this drastically over the course of a few minutes.

"Johnny?" I heard a female voice. "Johnny, are you okay?"

My eyes slowly began to focus. My shaking suddenly stopped. 

My girlfriend Sarah was standing before me. My sweet, sweet Sarah; her beautiful face looked positively angelic to me.

"Oh...'hi'," I said.

She took my hands in hers.

"You don't look so well – do you want to lie down?" she asked in her melodic voice. 

I saw the concern in her eyes and my heart melted. I loved her more at that moment than I ever had.

"I'll be fine – I'm alright now," I said.

I saw tears form in her deep blue eyes.

"Johnny, I'm so, so sorry," she said then threw her arms around me and held me tight.

I wanted to cry, too, but I didn't. I was now the man of the family. Men don't cry.

"Thank you, I know you are...." I said softly.

"Would you take me home? My parents aren't ready to leave yet and all these old people are making me uncomfortable," she asked.

"Of course I will," I replied. I took her hand and led her towards the front door. 

I stopped and looked around and saw my mother talking with the banker, Mr. Bagley.

"I better tell her where I'm going," I said to Sarah.

As I got nearer to them I heard her say: "...isn't there something else I could do? Don't you have a job for me at the bank?"

My heart swelled with pride. On the most difficult day of her life she was more concerned about providing for her family than the pain I knew she was feeling.

What I hadn't heard was Mr. Bagley's comment to her before I walked up to them. 

He'd said: "Mrs. Strong, I believe you were only sixteen when you married Jeffrey and your son was born...you never even finished high school...what are you qualified to do? Mrs. Strong - Judith, you're still young and a very desirable woman...come to my office tomorrow, I think we can work out some sort of an arrangement so I don't have to evict you and your children from this house...and wear a dress – I don't care for women in slacks." 

"Mom," I said, interrupting them. "I'm going to take Sarah home, okay?"

Her face slightly reddened then she said, "OH - yes, of course, dear."

I turned to leave and Mr. Blank, the owner of the supermarket where I work was standing in my way.

"Son," he said. "I'm very sorry for your loss."

"Thank you, Mr. Blank," I responded.

"John, come to work a little early tomorrow – there is something we need to discuss."

I felt uneasy when I heard his serious tone of voice.

"Ah, yeah, sure, Mr. Blank," I said.

When Sarah and I went out into the darkness it was like the weight of the world had been lifted from my shoulders. I took a deep breath of the warm night air, took Sarah in my arms and kissed her.

"What was that for?" she asked with a smile.

"For being you," I said, and kissed her again.

She sat next to me in my '98 Pontiac Sunbird. I felt better; I always did when she was with me.

"Johnny," she sang my name. "Can we stop at the park before you take me home?"

My penis suddenly twitched inside my briefs. I knew what 'stopping at the park' meant.

When I parked the car, we walked thru the trees into the park and found a thick patch of grass to lie on. We lay on our sides facing each other.

We kissed and caressed one another. When her hand began stroking my thighs, I became fully erect. She ran her hand over my bulge. She kneaded and squeezed my prick until I groaned into her mouth.

She pushed me on my back and climbed on top. She ground her pelvis into mine until I thought I would burst.

She slowly climbed down my body until she was kneeling between my legs. Her fingers worked on my belt and zipper and I assisted her when she pulled down my slacks and briefs. The cool night air felt wonderful on my throbbing, hot cock. 

Her soft hand cradled my balls; her warm, moist lips kissed the head of my penis. She soon had three of my four inches inside her mouth and her hot tongue lathered my sensitive cockflesh.

Suddenly, she allowed my erection to slide from her mouth. I groaned with disappointment. 

"Happy Birthday, Johnny," she whispered then her wet lips slid around my throbbing cockhead one more time and began sucking in earnest. 

I'd forgotten it was my eighteenth birthday since early in the morning when my mother and sisters had brought me breakfast in bed. 

Some birthday, I thought. First my dad's funeral, then I find out he killed himself and left his family destitute. None of it made any sense. My father was a tough and resourceful man; he wouldn't have acted so selfishly; his family was his life.

Something was terribly wrong about this whole rotten situation.  

Suddenly, Sarah's magic took hold of me. I laid back, closed my eyes, and blocked out the horrible days' events. Her lips and tongue sent thrills thru my body. Her hand stroked my shaft while the other massaged my ball sac. 

I surrendered to my sweet, sweet Sarah's skillful and talented mouth. I loved her so much!





The next day I arrived at work fifteen-minutes early and immediately went to Mr. Blank's office. Roger, Mr. Blank's receptionist/secretary/lackey was sitting at the desk outside his door.

"He's waiting for you," he said with a smirk on his smarmy face. He waved at the door with a limp wrist. "Go inside."

Mr. Blank was seated at his desk and I stood before him. He shuffled papers for a long time before acknowledging my presence.

"You know, Johnny," he began. He knew I hated to be called 'Johnny' by anyone but my family and Sarah. "These have been difficult times for the average American worker – high unemployment, low wages, decreasing unemployment benefits, reduction in food stamps and the likelihood of never finding meaningful, full-time work."

He cleared his throat then continued: "Our small town has, luckily, escaped much of that – until now, that is...now, I'm afraid, the shit will hit the fan here, too.

Flowerton's three biggest factories that provided well-paying jobs for years are in trouble. They have, or in the process of laying-off thousands of workers, and it looks like the factory where your father worked might shut down altogether."

I didn't like the direction where his little speech might be leading.

"Thousands of men out of work in a small town such as ours is catastrophic," he said. 

He abruptly stood, came around the desk and stood directly behind me. I turned to face him, but his hands gripped my shoulders and held me in place.

"Remain as you are!" There was sudden chill in his voice.

"With thousands of 'family' men out of work, I feel a moral obligation to help them feed their families...all I can say is that if you don't make changes in your behavior around here, I will have no choice but to let you go so one of the family men can feed his children."

His hands on my shoulders moved to my back. He massaged my shoulders and back then suddenly his strong hands moved down and clutched the cheeks of my ass and he held me firm.

I struggled to free myself only to feel his grip tighten on my ass.

"Mr. Blank," I said, "we've been through this before – I'm not that kind of a guy!"

He chuckled softly. "Johnny, what is happening all around the planet is finally taking hold right here in Flowerton...there is a new paradigm, a new way of thinking and the average person like yourself will have to accept it, or you, and your mother and sisters will never survive."

A strong, cold shiver ran up my spine when he mentioned my family. Was he threatening me?

"Johnny, a New World Order is taking shape right before our eyes and anyone who refuses to conform will live in pain and misery – if they are allowed to live at all...."

There he goes threatening me again. I'm not going to take this, I told myself.

His hands kneaded and stroked my buttocks. He was too big for me to fight him, and, with my families' financial trouble, I really needed this job.

"Yes, I know you're 'not that kind of a guy'...well, boy, times have changed...I don't give a rat's-ass whether you like this or not – this is for my pleasure - not yours, and frankly boy, there's no where you can go to complain."

"I swear, I'll go to the Better Business Bureau – or the police – you can't get away with this!"

He laughed at me. "Wake up, son, you've been asleep. The Better Business Bureau, the Chamber of Commerce - even the police are funded by corporations now, they don't listen to worker complaints, they'll squash you like a bug if you say one bad word about any businessman in this town."

What is he talking about? I wondered. I never saw anything about this in the newspaper or on Fox News.

His mood suddenly changed. One of his hands left my butt and slid between my legs and cupped my crotch. He gave my prick and balls and squeeze.

"Here's how it's going to be from now on...you work the 1pm to 10pm shift; you will come here to my office every day at 12:30...when you are standing before my desk you will ask me: "How may I pleasure you today, Sir – with my mouth or my pussy?"

I couldn't believe what I was hearing. This guy is crazy - totally nuts!

"If I say 'your mouth', you will get on your knees and wait for me to stand in front of you then open my slacks, take out my cock, and suck me until I cum in your mouth – by the way – I'll expect you to swallow all of it..."

I searched his eyes. He was dead serious.

"...if I say 'in your pussy' – you will remove your shoes, socks, pants and underwear then go to the sofa and bend over until your head and shoulders are resting on the cushion...you will spread your legs as far apart as they will go then reach back with your hands and pull apart your buttocks until your pussy is totally exposed to me."

"If you obey me like a good little boy, I'll let you keep your job...you have twenty-four hours to make up your mind – you can go home now – no work for you today – your paycheck will be eight-hours short this week," he said. 

He kissed my neck and gave my asscheeks another squeeze then released me and said, "I'm going to love using you like a girl – now get out!"

Just as my hand gripped the doorknob he called out: "Oh, by the way, the new minimum wage law went into effect today...when you return to work you'll be making $6.25-an-hour."

"But the minimum wage is $7.25-an-hour!" I said.

He smiled and said, "Not anymore – get out!"

As I left his office I remembered Fox News supporting the decrease in the minimum wage. They said the 'job creators' would now hire millions of people, and the unemployment rate would drastically be reduced. 

At the time it made perfect sense to me; right now, not so much.





Judith parked her car in the lot behind the bank. She couldn't seem to open the door to get out. Her hand was paralyzed with fear. Tears welled in her eyes.

She had racked her brain desperately trying to think of a solution to her problem, but came up empty. 

Jeffrey's brother, James, couldn't help; she discovered when she called him last night. He'd been laid off from his job, and he was doing handyman work to support his family.

Her two younger sisters had problems of their own. Their parents couldn't afford to send them to college, now they were stuck in menial, minimum wage jobs. They even had to move in together, to split rent and the other bills.

No, she was in this all by herself. 

She had been a mother and housewife her entire adult life and Mr. Bagley had rightfully pointed out she had no skills or experience to find a job that paid a livable wage. And now with thousands of people laid off from different businesses around town, the likelihood of her getting any job was virtually non-existent.

She took a deep breath and finally opened the car door. She walked slowly to the bank. Her reflection in the glass door startled her, but then she brushed her hair with her hand, smoothed her dress, and walked inside.

She knew exactly what Mr. Bagley wanted from her, and she prayed to God that Jeffrey, her dearly departed husband of eighteen years, the father of her children, the love of her life, would forgive and understand why this was necessary. 

She really had no other options.

Judith walked to the receptionists' desk.

"Hi, Mary," she said to the woman. The two women were the same age. They would have graduated from high school together had Judith not dropped out to have her son.

"Judy, how are you? I'm so, so sorry about Jeffrey. If there's anything I can do at all, please call me."

"Thank you, Mary...is Mr. Bagley in his office?"

"Yes, he's expecting you – go right in."

"Thank you, Mary." Judith thought she detected a hint of sadness in the woman's voice.

The door was made of oak and heavy to push. Judith had to use her muscles to open it. Once inside she saw Mr. Bagley seated at his desk. He smiled when he looked up and saw her.

"Judith, nice to see you," he said. "Oh my, what a pretty dress – you look positively beautiful! Come – stand in front of my desk."

Stand? She wondered. He's not even going to invite me to sit down?

She felt his beady eyes staring at her curves.

"I wasn't sure you would be here," he said. 

"I...I, ah...I really don't have any choice...."

"No," he smiled. "You don't, do you?"

He got up slowly, came around the desk then stood closely behind the trembling woman.

At first he lightly stroked her shoulders. She shivered at his touch. Then he boldly reached around and kneaded her breasts through the dress. Her hands instinctively tried to push his away.

"Sweetheart," he said. She froze – that's what Jeffrey always called her. "I thought you were going to be cooperative...perhaps you've found someplace else you and your children can live...have you, Sweetheart?"

Oh my God, she thought. He is not only going to blackmail me - he wants to humiliate me, too.

"No, no Mr. Bagley...."

"Sweetheart, call me 'Sir' from now on, alright?"


Secrets of The New World Order Ch. 02



"You are one - hundred percent correct, John - your father was Liberal - AND your grandfather was a Liberal, too!" he stated emphatically - as if it were something to be proud of. 

He reaffirmed what I already knew - that I was the only logical male in our families recent history.

Mr. Jensvold took a bite out of his sandwich, chewed it slowly then swallowed; he washed it down with a big gulp of hot coffee. 

I winced as he poured the steaming hot coffee in his mouth. He liked his coffee hot - the hotter the better, and it fascinated me that he never burned his lips or tongue on the scalding liquid.

He swallowed then continued his story: "I grew up with Jack - your grandfather...we hung - out together - played ball together—chased girls together...hell, we enlisted in the Army together and went to Viet Nam...Jesus, in '63 we were in the same History class when the principal came over the loudspeakers and told everyone Kennedy was killed...of course, we were too young at the time to know what it meant for our country..."

He took a bite out of his sandwich, and another big gulp of the steaming coffee. I knew what was coming next, but bit my tongue and feigned to listen attentively. 

"When those assholes murdered JFK they changed the entire course of America's future...number one: We wouldn't have been in Nam and 56,000 soldiers wouldn't have been killed for nothing...and after that, 'Big Business' and 'Big Government' took control and we've all suffered ever since!"

I remained silent. I was taught to keep an open mind and listen to others - no matter how wrong they were...it had also been drummed into me to respect my elders - to 'listen - and - learn' from their experiences regardless of how much they mis - remembered and distorted the facts of our great country's history.

"The last decent republican president - Eisenhower - warned us in his farewell speech...'Beware of the Military/Industrial Complex' - he knew what was coming - he understood the danger of unchecked and unquestioned, secret government power."

I think that is what amuses me most about Liberals - they treat facts like they're the truth!

"...and then along came 9/11 and the final nail to the coffin of America - absolute power for an elite group of business and government officials - unaccountable to anyone and the end of democracy as we knew it."

"You know, " I said, "...we still have elections in this country - the average person can vote for the best person for the office - "

He smiled and said, "Yes, we all can vote but who are the candidates anymore? Everyone running for office has either been handpicked by the elite, or once an independent man or woman is elected, they soon discover they have no voice - no power unless they go along with the elite...this is why you are seeing such a big turnover in Congress - many representatives and senators assume office with high hopes and grandiose plans, but they figure out real soon that the game is rigged - that they will never gain enough votes to implement positive changes."

Mr. Jensvold finished his sandwich and swallowed another mouthful of the hot coffee.

"Republicans and Tea Party people are content with the status quo; people who believe solving injustices and creating a fair playing field between business and the average citizen is not the purpose of government. 

In fact, they deemed any laws protecting workers, and assisting the average citizen in their day - to - day life as intrusive, and unconstitutional. 

Their mantra was 'Individual Responsibility' or as I like to call it: Every man for himself.

They felt no sense of community, or a duty to help the less fortunate. They truly believed 'that all men are created equal' and anyone can become prosperous and successful on their own thru hard work and sheer determination."

I had to say something: "Mr. Jensvold, isn't that all true? It's right there in the Declaration of Independence - 'All men are created equal' - and what's wrong with 'personal responsibility'? Shouldn't everyone be held accountable for their actions? No one is above the law, right?"

I thought I detected a flicker of sadness in his eyes. He swallowed the last of his coffee.

"John, those are all noble and inspirational ideas...goals for us as a nation and people to strive, but in reality, they have never existed."

I couldn't believe he said that. "So you don't think 'all men are created equal'?" I asked him. 

"Of course not - the very notion we are all born with the same abilities and opportunities is ludicrous! John, as an example, look at our own town...you were born into a middle - class family and grew - up on the West - end of town...what if you had been born to parents on the Eastside?"

I could see where he was going with this, but wasn't sure of the legitimacy of his argument. I did like the fact he was not talking down to me; he was treating me as an intelligent human being.

"You were brought up in a nice house with modern furniture and appliances...as a child, you played in a large backyard, covered in green grass, with as many playthings and toys your folks could afford to buy...you went to newly - built schools that were well - funded and hired competent teachers...and they provided you with the latest technological tools of learning."

"I didn't have a choice who my parents would be!" I interrupted.

"Precisely!" he replied. "I call it 'the accident of birth'...imagine, if you will, you had been born to a family on the Eastside...small, box - like houses crammed together with ten - feet separating you from your neighbors...tiny, crab - grass infested backyards with almost no room for children to play with far fewer toys."

"Yes, but those people choose to live there!" I countered.

He furrowed his eyebrows and continued:

"Every year, your parents bought you new clothes for school...on the Eastside the children either wear hand - me - downs, or clothes bought at 'used' clothing stores..."

"Whose fault is that?" I asked. It was beginning to feel like he wanted me to apologize for who I was and where I was born.

Once again he ignored my question and continued:

"Most of the Eastside children survive the high rate of crime to make it to at least high school...once there, due to budget cuts, they work with inferior equipment and materials, and on top of that, many of the teachers are there only because they're not qualified to teach at better schools...now, in 10th and 11th grades many of the children begin to drop - out of school...the drop - out rate on the Eastside is near forty - percent - imagine that - forty - percent of the kids drop - out of school before they get a high school diploma... "

I thought of his phrase - 'accident of birth'...then remembered a saying I learned in Sunday school - 'There, but for the Grace of God, go I.'

"...some of the kids drop - out to find work and help pay the bills at home...others become hopelessly addicted to drugs and turn to crime to support their addiction...and more yet are either mentally or emotionally challenged and there is no money for programs to help them face their crises..."

We heard the sound of a truck backing - up to the loading dock. The shipment we were expecting had arrived.

"I guess 'Civics 101' is over for today," he said with a smile. "Oh, by the way, did you know the founding fathers of our country counted one black person as three - fifths of a human being? So much for 'all men are created equal'!"

I wondered if he was right - I never heard anything about that in school or on Fox news.

I wanted to say I appreciated him talking to me in such an adult manner - that I found his words not only interesting, but thought - provoking, as well...but I just nodded my head and smiled back at him. 

It didn't take us long to unload the truck. I had now been working at the hardware store for six weeks, and the shipments kept growing smaller, and the backroom inventory had been sharply reduced.

The Wal - Mart Super Center was due to open in three - weeks, and if that wasn't bad enough, All - American Hardware surprised many of us when they announced they would build a store in Flowerton.

Once All - American opened their doors, I knew Mr. Jensvold would be forced to close his.

Judith sat on the edge of the big bed in Room 137 wondering why Mr. Bagley had instructed her to remain clothed until he arrived. This would be the first time she wasn't laying naked on the bed when he came thru the door.

Her mind wandered back to simpler times...when her husband Jeffrey was alive, and the two of them with their son and two daughters lived safely and comfortably in their two - story home, oblivious to the sometimes cruel nature of the outside world.

She sadly shook her head at her transformation from soccer and PTA mom; and a loving and devoted wife into the person she had become - a woman who sold her body for sex - a prostitute, or as it was now called: a Personal Assistant.

She couldn't grasp what had taken place in America in a few short weeks.

Two - months ago it was illegal for a woman to do what she is doing, but now, it was becoming almost commonplace.

Scouring the employment section of the paper every day, she saw fewer - and - fewer 'real' job listings, and more - and - more notices for 'Personal Assistants.' 

The world has gone absolutely crazy, she thought; when a motivated, hard - working woman cannot find a decent job at a livable wage and has to resort to doing this in order to pay the bills and feed her family - something is terribly, horribly wrong!

My God - what has happened to this country?

She heard the door unlock and sat upright. To her surprise, Mr. Bagley's secretary, Mary, entered the room first followed by her boss. 

Judith and Mary had been classmates in high school, and had over the years run into each other around town and would chat, but they had never been close friends. 

The sight of Mary gave Judith a momentary surge of hope. Why would she be here unless it concerned business? Maybe Mr. Bagley has a 'real' job for me!

Judith's positive feeling quickly dissipated when she studied her friend's sullen face and downcast eyes. 

Uh - oh, she said to herself as a cold shiver raced up her spine. She prayed to God that what she was thinking was not about to happen. 

"I believe you ladies know each other," said a smiling Mr. Bagley.

Both women's faces were ashen when they looked at one another, and meekly said, "Hi."

"Mary told me you guys went to school together, but you weren't very close," Mr. Bagley said to Judith. "Well, you two have a lot more in common than you may know...I think it would be nice if you got to know each other more, uh, shall we say, intimately."

Judith's flesh was crawling with bugs - her mind shouted NO - NO - NO but she passively remained seated on the bed.

"Judy, why don't you go to Mary and welcome her with a kiss," said Mr. Bagley.

Judith was frozen in place. How could he possibly expect me to go thru with this?

"Ladies, pay attention!" he said sharply. "Judy, whether you know it or not, you have a clause in your contract that allows me to ask this of you...Mary knows - she's done this for me many, many times...haven't you, dear?"

Judith watched in horror as Mary slowly nodded in agreement. She felt a sudden and overwhelming sense of shame and pity for her old friend. 

"Judy, you know I can terminate our contract any time I want...so unless you want to become a common, street - walking PA - you better damn - well do whatever I say!"

Her mind went blank. This is just a dream, she told herself.

Judith didn't knowingly walk to Mary and place her hands on her shoulders, then lean - in and kiss her soft lips...no, that was someone else.

"Good girl," she heard a male voice say thru the fog in her mind; then she heard the voice speak again: "Mary, since you know what I like to see - you take charge!"

In her daze, Judith heard a feminine voice say, "Yes, sir."

"Judy, I expect you to obey Mary...you will do whatever she tells you to do." It was the male voice again; she found herself saying: "Yes, sir."

The woman pulled her close and Judith threw her arms around her back. Their faces slowly met and their lips pressed hard together. Judith felt an instant thrill shoot up - and - down her spine...it was the most erotic, and sensual kiss of her life.

They kissed a long time; their tongues exploring each other's open and sighing mouths.

Judith felt hands on the front of her dress; she moaned into the woman's mouth when the hands squeezed and kneaded her breasts.

"Feel my breasts - do whatever I do," said the woman softly.

In a trance, Judith felt another woman's breasts for the first time in her life. She loved the firm, soft globes; kneading and squeezing, just as the woman was doing to her.

She groaned with disappointment when the woman released her breasts, and reached behind her. She heard the sound of her zipper being pulled downward then the woman pushed the dress off her shoulders, and pushed it to the floor.

They kissed again; gone was any shyness; their tongues eagerly meshed together. Judith unbuttoned the woman's dress then pushed it down to the carpet.

The women, dressed only in bra and panties embraced; held each other tightly; possessively. Judith felt herself moisten. The heat in the room was rising.

The woman undid Judith's bra and she helped the woman slide it from her body. The woman pinched and rolled Judith's turgid nipples causing her to swoon. Judith removed the woman's bra and marveled at the size and firmness of her round melons. 

She couldn't help herself and buried her face in the globes of soft flesh. Judith licked and lightly bit her nipples. She loved the feel of the woman's breasts in her hands and mouth.

Judith felt hands on her buttocks; pinching and massaging her thru the sheer panties. A wave of incredible heat pulsated from her loins. Her pussy oozed juices and stained the crotch of her panties.

The woman pushed her panties to the floor and quickly stepped out of her own. They stood naked in the room; hot lips kissing; warm hands caressing, fondling, and stroking soft woman - flesh.

Judith allowed the woman to lead her to the big bed; out of the corner of her eye she thought she saw a naked man, his manhood jutting straight out, his hand wrapped around an impressive pole of meat.

The woman pushed Judith onto her back; gripped behind her knees and abruptly pulled her legs wide apart. Judith gasped at the woman's audacity; the power the woman had over her.

Seemingly from above, Judith watched the woman bury her face between her thighs; the woman kissed and licked at Judith's soft and fleshy folds. Strange, muted noises of pleasure filled the room; Judith wondered if she was the one making those sounds. 

Suddenly, the snake - like tongue found her 'secret place' - the center of her being. Judith rolled her hips but the woman held her firmly in place attacking her tiny nub; licking it - nipping it with her teeth.

A loud cry escaped Judith's throat; her head rolling side - to - side; her juices flowing from her opening; the woman made slurping noises that startled her - 

Something's wrong - I've never been this wet!

She was almost there - one more tongue - lashing and she'd jump out of her skin. 

Then suddenly the woman was gone...NO - NO - NO - DON'T STOP - PLEASE DON'T STOP!! 

Her eyes flew open in time to see the man climb between her wide - open legs. She hungrily stared at the offering the man was feeding into her drenched cunt...one - inch—two - inches—three - inches—four - inches...her eyes fixated on the hard cock that was only half - way inside her.

Her legs were suddenly thrust over his shoulders; her ankles and calf's clung to his back. 

He was teasing her; he wouldn't give her the rest of his hardness; she grunted and groaned and using the strength in her legs, pulled her legs downward and thrust her hips up and impaled herself onto the man's wonderful cock.

The woman pressed her mouth to hers; lips and tongues working feverishly. The man lunged into her taking her breath away; the women bit each other's lips. The man brutally fucked his cock in - and - out of her open and hungry pussy.

The heat in the room was stifling; almost unbearable. The women kissed as the man used her pussy for his pleasure; she wanted more - had to have more...on his downward thrusts she used all the strength in her legs to pull him as deeply inside her as she could.

She heard the man scream; he pumped his hardness into her and her loins went numb - she suddenly arched her back off the bed as her brain exploded. The man unloaded his heavy balls into Judith; her pussy overflowed with sperm and semen.

The two of them locked together; thrashing about in wild gyrations of humping and lurching and screaming. 

When the man came to rest he climbed - off Judith and the woman took his place kneeling between her thighs. The woman buried her face in Judith's crotch and began slurping and swallowing the man's discharge from Judith's pussy. 

Suddenly the woman concentrated on Judith's tiny nub; she teased it, sucked it. Then she captured it between her lips and flicked it with her tongue until Judith cried - out in ecstasy one more time. 

When the woman was gone, Judith remained sprawled obscenely on the bed before their eyes. Her legs still wide apart, her breasts heaving as she fought for air.

Judith heard the man say, "See Mary - I told you she's a hot, piece of ass...when she catches her breath - I want to watch her eat your cunt!"

John woke with a smile on his face as he recalled his date with his girlfriend, Sarah, the previous evening...sweet, sweet Sarah!

No matter how sad or angry he became, Sarah always managed to snap him out of his funk with her charming, and positive demeanor. She never failed to lift his spirits; being with her reinforced his belief in himself, and the world around him. 

He was in love with her, and she with him, and he was seriously considering asking her to marry him. He knew they were young, but he couldn't imagine living his life without her.

He lay back and closed his eyes. He could almost feel the touch of her hands on his flesh; the sweet softness of her lips when they kissed, and the moisture and heat when she lowered her head and took him into her mouth.

"Ohhhh - Sarah..." groaned John; as he took his erection in hand, and slowly relived their front - seat passion from the night before.

The headline in the morning newspaper screamed "HOORAY—MILLIONS OF JOBS ON THE WAY!!"

John felt his heart surge the moment he read it. With his job at the hardware store ending soon, he would need one of those jobs. This was great news! 

The economy was still bad; more and more factories were shutting down; people were barely getting - by living off their unemployment benefits, and this had a huge ripple - effect:

With so many people clinging to their meager savings and spending only on necessities, thousands of small businesses, from Mom & Pop - type stores to novelty and specialty stores, selling products and services that are considered 'luxuries' people bought when they had extra, disposable income...these stores were now almost extinct on the American landscape.

Instead, the 'big - box' mega - stores were taking over. Small businesses had been caught between people having very little spending money, and the mega - stores ability to slash prices on just about everything making it impossible for small businesses to compete.

Even John had to admit: it had become a Wal - Mart and All - American Hardware - world where an increasing majority of the population not only worked for the mega - stores, but with so few choices remaining, had to shop at them, as well. 




Secrets of The New World Order Ch. 02



He read the article, narrowed his eyes and thought: Wait a minute - this can't be right - they got rid of the minimum wage law altogether?

Then he read it again thinking he must have misunderstood it the first time.

When he finished he stared into space and thought to himself, let me see if I have this right...

Congress, in an emergency midnight session to address the rapidly declining economy, abolished the minimum wage law, claiming the law they passed two - months ago, which lowered the wage to 6.25, had been ineffective; that it hadn't created the number of jobs anticipated, and to save the country from a possible 'depression,' it was necessary to take this unprecedented action.

Large corporations and mega - stores demanded the abolition of the law, stating it would enable them to hire millions more employees, and guaranteed to pay 'fair and competitive wages' to everyone. 

What do they consider a 'fair and competitive wage'?

John continued reading: 

"This is a great victory for all who champion free - market capitalism," said a spokesman for All - American Hardware, Inc. "...this is a win - win for not only our shareholders, but for millions of unemployed job - seekers looking to regain their dignity and self - worth by gaining meaningful employment, and the ability to put more food on the table for their families."

John was confused; he wasn't sure what this meant; he doubted companies would pay more than 6.25 an hour...how would earning even less money give anyone the "...ability to put more food on the table for their families"? 

He found the television remote and flipped - on Fox News.

The pundits and all their guests were excited, and praised Congress for coming to their senses.

"It's about time our politicians understood the intent of the Founding Fathers and the Constitution of the United States of America!" the pretty, blonde host loudly proclaimed. "Liberal policies have brought this great nation to the brink of ruin, and this vote clearly indicates the willingness and desire to roll - back, or maybe even eliminate those destructive liberal policies!"

Another pretty blonde, wearing a dangerously short skirt, chimed in, "It appears we finally have a 'do - something' Congress, thanks in large measure to the Tea Party, whose candidates swept the recent national and state elections, and now appear poised to make good on their campaign promises, and dismantle years of liberal entitlement programs, and 'take back America for the American people!"

I don't understand, how are they 'taking back America' by creating more poor people? Something doesn't seem right here...

"Sweetie, do you want me to pour you a bowl of cereal?"

I didn't hear her at first. My heart was pounding, and I was still dazed at what I'd read in the paper and saw on television.

"Johnny, do you want some cereal?" my mother said.

"OH, uh, yes, please," I said to her.

I watched her return to the kitchen. I couldn't believe how cheerful and positive she was every morning considering what she had to endure to earn a living.

I never told her I knew she was working for Bagley as a Personal Assistant. I was sure she didn't want me and my sisters to find out...since it's become common knowledge what PA's do, it would be shameful and humiliating for all of us.

When I'd found and read her contract, my blood boiled with rage; my first instinct was to confront her, and make her stop providing Bagley with her 'services'...but she was so proud of herself that she was able to support her family, I remained quiet, and kept my anger and sadness to myself.

Her cover - story is she works two - days a week at the bank on 'special projects' Bagley assigns her. I never press her for details.

"How is Mr. Jensvold's health, dear? You know, he's getting up there in age," she asked while we ate our cereal.

I had been daydreaming about the 'good old days' when my mother would cook us big breakfasts with bacon or ham or sausage and eggs and potatoes and biscuits...when we could still afford to buy those things.

"OH—yeah, uh, he's fine..." I replied. "He's moving slower, but his mind is as sharp as ever."

"He's one - of - a - kind," she said. "I've never met anyone as smart and gentle and nice as he is."

Hmmm, I thought, she's right! Outside of his crazy liberal ideas, he is smart, and he is a very nice man. In fact, I was looking forward to hearing his opinion on this latest news.

"Yeah, he is nice...and we have some very interesting conversations at work," I said; even though I rarely agree with anything he says.

We ate in silence then she suddenly perked - up and said: "Good news, sweetheart - I think I found a second job!"

Huh? Oh my God!

"Uh...that's great, mom!" I said. "What, uh, who—I mean what will you be doing?"

She stared at her cereal and cheerfully answered: "Well, it's pretty much what I'm doing now—you know, special projects, and things like that."

I couldn't look at her as I began to feel sick to my stomach. I knew if I saw her face, I would, either explode with anger, or worse - break down and cry.

"It's a Fortune 500 company, dear, new to the area...Fidelity Investments - have you heard of them?"

OH MY GOD!! The hair on the back of my neck stood straight. My heart zoomed into my throat. FIDELITY INVESTMENTS?? That's the corporation taking over Massengale Manufacturing - my father's old company...oh my God - what the hell is going on here? Is this just a coincidence? 

I quickly regained my composure and said, "Uh, yeah - yes, I've heard of them - how did you find out about them?"

"Oh, uh, I'm going to meet with Mr. Peter Johannson this afternoon - he's the CEO - Mr. Bagley recommended me."

OH NO - PLEASE GOD NO!! THIS CAN'T BE HAPPENING!!

I managed a weak smile and as sincerely as possible said, "Good luck, mom."

And in a barely audible, and distinctly sad voice, she replied, "Thank you, dear."

We were almost done eating when she broke the uneasy silence in the room:

"OH - did you know they're building huge mansions out on Highway 10, in the woods, a few miles past the new Wal - Mart? I was out that way and saw all the heavy equipment on the road."

"Uh, yeah, I think Mr. Jensvold mentioned something like that the other day," I replied. "He said they're also building an airport big enough for jets to land there."

"Why would they build all that out there? Why would they build in Flowerton, at all? We're a - hundred - miles from a big city! Who would buy million - dollar mansions here?" she asked.

"Mr. Jensvold has a theory about all that, but I don't quite understand it," I answered. "I'll ask him to explain it to me again."

After breakfast, I went to my bedroom and logged - on to the computer to begin my daily research into my father's death. 

Every morning since that sad and strange day, I have investigated anyone and everyone my father knew, and came in contact with at Massengale. 

Even though I was convinced my dad's boss, Lonnie Barnhouse killed him, I wanted to keep an open mind and research everything thoroughly. 

The reporter, Jennifer McBride, no longer was interested in my dad's murder and without her help it was slow going...I had no idea what I was searching for. 

I don't know why she gave up, but I guessed she'd been ordered to stop her investigation. That day in the park was still as clear in my head as the day it happened; the look of fear on Jennifer's face when the big, bull - dyke security guard accosted us and ordered her into the diner to meet with Mr. Mellon.

Then later that night during the festival, her final words to me; her voice, timid and scared, and all she said was - "We can't be seen together!" I haven't seen or heard from her since, and when I find a story in the paper with her byline, it is always a fluff - piece of no real significance.

As I waited for the computer, a troubling question suddenly popped into my head: Why would my mother be so far out on Highway 10 to see heavy equipment on the road? There's nothing open out there but a few car dealerships, a couple bars and restaurants, and, of course, The Flowerton Motel.

An icy chill ran up my spine...and for the second time in a matter of minutes, the hair on the back of my neck stood straight.

OH MY GOD - I'd answered my own question - THE FLOWERTON MOTEL - that must be where my mother is conducting her 'business.'

It makes sense - it's out of the way, and very private. That has to be where she meets Bagley!

I briefly thought of my father's gun - the one they claim he shot himself with...maybe if I went there and confronted Bagley I could get my mother's dignity back!

Calm down, John...don't do anything stupid - you're the man of the family now and you have a mother and two sisters who need you...you can't help them if you're in prison!

My heart was heavy and tears formed in my eyes as I thought about my mother's hopeless situation - and my impotence to stop it.

Missy Hatfield shouted instructions at the workmen who were putting the finishing touches on the offices where she and her assistant Brad, would be conducting the job interviews.

At twenty - nine, she would be the youngest VP and General Manager in the entire All - American Hardware organization. A feat she accomplished thru hard work, dedication and using her God - given intelligence to her advantage. 

Her amoral outlook on life and the ability to recognize which All - American executives would be most susceptible to seduction and blackmail played no small part in her success either.

Her willingness and ability to squeeze profits from unprofitable stores made her a rising star at All - American. She had the perfect combination of lack of empathy and compassion for her employees, and the intuitive foresight to surround herself with talented and skillful "Yes - men and yes - women."

She epitomized the 21st century corporate executive: a shrewd manipulator of people, outsized ego, an abnormal love of money, and obsession with absolute power and control. 

She had the distinct advantage of not being shackled - by - or burdened with, a conscience...sympathy and empathy was two undesirable business traits that would prevent anyone from climbing the corporate ladder.

"Bradley - get over here!" she barked at her assistant. She handed him an unwrapped tampon.

"Follow me," she said and led him into her personal bathroom. She stood and leaned against the vanity and raised her skirt above her waist.

"What the fuck are you waiting for, dipshit?" she frowned at the much shorter young man.

He fell to his knees and worked her panties to the floor, and when she opened her legs, he immediately burrowed his face to her crotch and went about this all - too familiar task.

He snagged the string from her current tampon between his teeth and slowly removed it from his boss then placed his lips and tongue on the folds of her cunt and went about his job of pleasuring her.

Missy looked down and smiled at Brad's bobbing head and thought: His cock isn't very big...but his mouth is pure gold!

Her body shook with a thunderous orgasm and Bradley cleaned - up her juices. He placed the tampon between his teeth and worked it inside her cunt. He had performed this action so many times for Mistress Missie it no longer disgusted him.

John found Mr. Jensvold sitting at his desk; staring at his computer.

"Good afternoon," John cheerfully said.

"I'm not so sure..." muttered Mr. Jensvold. "Here, take a look at this!"

John stood behind his boss and read what was on the screen. It appeared to him that within the last hour Congress passed two more important laws:

One that established a Federal Right - to - Work law; and another that lowered the corporate tax rate from 35% to 10%. 

My first impression was these were good things! Of course, I knew in Mr. Jensvold's liberal eyes, he would spin these as something bad.

"That's it for the unions..." he said, "...along with the abolishment of the minimum wage - the average person can kiss good - bye the hope of ever finding a job paying a livable wage!"

"What are you talking about?" I countered. "This is America - the land of opportunity for all - where anyone can work hard and pull themselves up by their bootstraps and become millionaires!"

The moment I said it I felt rather foolish; I was parroting a Tea Party slogan they used in almost all their political ads in the previous election.

A sad look washed - over Mr. Jensvold's face. I knew that look...it meant he felt pity for me for believing what he considered 'nonsense.'

"John, you are an intelligent and logical young man...but it is time for you to examine the world around you with a fresh set of eyes...there is a wide gap between what you think is going on in the world, and what is REALLY happening all - around us!"

"Mr. Jensvold, with all due respect, I probably stay informed better than anyone my age, and most people who are older...I read the newspaper every day, and watch several shows on Fox News - I know you have no regard for Fox News, but I find their reporting 'fair and balanced'...quite frankly, they love America more than those liberal networks - I've watched some of those liberal shows and all they do is complain about what's wrong with America - how America is no longer the great nation it once was...Fox News tells us what's right with America - that America has not only always been great, but that we're an exceptional country with the moral responsibility to lead the rest of the world!"

"John," he said slowly shaking his head. "Do you automatically believe everything you see and hear on Fox News?"

I blushed and felt a surge of anger at him for questioning my beliefs.

"Do you believe everything you see and hear on those liberal shows?" I snapped - back defensively.

He smiled and said, "John, freedom of the press does not mean we have a free press."

"What is that supposed to mean?" I asked.

"Sadly, the media that exists today is no longer 'free' to report facts..." he replied. "Six corporations own 90% of ALL the media...and the 'news divisions' are their smallest, and least profitable departments...any stories that are unflattering to the corporation, and may harm their profits are squashed by editors...journalists no longer question what government officials tell them...they fear 'losing access' to important people...when these people outright lie to them - they don't follow - up and challenge them - they simply report their lies as 'news'...so instead of doing their jobs and report the truth - they simply avoid news altogether and talk about style over substance...they focus on meaningless criticisms." 

"Yes, I've noticed that, too...lately Fox News has spent more time attacking the President for not calling it "Islamic terrorism" than reporting on actual terrorism...I admit, sometimes they go a little overboard when they condemn liberals and the President."

His eyes brightened; he suddenly seemed energized:

"Yes...yes, you can see it...John, and it all started after 9/11...a small group of powerful men used 9/11 as an excuse to force their agenda on America and the world."

"What do you mean?" I asked and immediately regretted it. 

Uh - oh, here we go again. I'd heard Mr. Jensvold and his friends spout crazy conspiracy theories about how first the JFK assassination changed America for the worst, and then 9/11 did the same. 

I find it highly unpatriotic to question that terrible day. I was only four - years - old at the time, and growing - up, I rarely heard people talk about the attack. Even now, it is a topic anyone rarely mentions. 

I mean, the simple truth is that Muslims attacked us because they hate our freedoms and way of life. Case closed.

"John, for many decades now, a cabal of the richest and most powerful people on the planet have been scheming and planning what they themselves refer to as 'The New World Order'...their goal is total control of every human being on Earth, and all natural resources...they would establish a one - world government, and all nation/states would cease to exist..."

Mr. Jensvold must have seen the skepticism on my face.

"Yes, I know this sounds preposterous, and like something out of science fiction - I'm not sure how much of this craziness I believe myself - BUT - in the past few years there have undeniably been some strange and frightening changes in our government."

"Like what?" I asked. I haven't noticed any changes - I haven't read anything like that in the newspaper or saw it discussed on Fox News.

"The most important thing is The Patriot Act...it gives the President absolute power of branding someone a 'terrorist' and the right to 'indefinitely detain' them...it gives law enforcement the power to collect any data they want, and to spy on every American citizen...thank God, for Edward Snowden! If he hadn't blown the whistle on the NSA we would never have known to what extent the government is now spying into our personal lives!"

"I'm confused," I interrupted, "Isn't Snowden a traitor? Isn't he hiding in Russia because he's been charged with treason here at home? That's what I read in the paper and heard on Fox News."

"And that is precisely why you should be reading alternative news - sites on the internet," he said emphatically. "Television and newspapers, where we previously relied for our news and information, are now nothing more than stenographers and mouthpieces for government propaganda...they report whatever the government tells them!"

His paranoia was beginning to scare me. He had always been a rational, intelligent man...now I wasn't so sure.

He must have seen the doubt and concern in my eyes because he chuckled then said, "I realize I'm sounding a bit unhinged, but there's a method to my madness...John, I want to ask one thing of you, and I will not mention this subject ever again..."

"Oh, uh, what's that?" I asked him.

" I want you to investigate any news you read in the paper or hear on television before you decide what to believe...I will give you a list of what I think are credible sources for news and information, and I want you to examine and compare your sources versus my sources and then come to your own conclusions as to what the truth really is...will you do that for me?"

"Well, uh, M - Mr. Jensvold..." I stammered. "That sure sounds like a lot of work just to verify a news story."

"John, do you want to go thru life simply believing what is spoon - fed you, or - DO YOU WANT TO KNOW THE TRUTH?"

A sudden shiver raced up - and - down Judith's spine as she shut - off the ignition of her car and stared at the motel room door across the parking lot: Suite 1.

This was her first time on this side of the motel; she saw a spacious swimming pool, sauna and hot tub close to the Suites. The grounds were beautifully landscaped with tall trees and thick, flowery bushes.

She clearly saw how much larger the Suites were than the regular rooms. The ground floor were all marked 'Suites' and she counted ten rooms; above them on the second floor were twenty regular motel rooms.

She took a deep breath to calm herself then climbed out of the car and walked purposefully to Suite 1.

This is not some sort of romantic tryst - this is business, she told herself. You are here for one reason only - to negotiate the best deal for yourself as possible!

But no matter how much she tried to stay calm and business - like, one nagging thought replayed itself over and over in her mind:

This would be the first time she had sex with a complete stranger and would be paid for it, and when her small fist knocked on the door, a wave of crushing sadness enveloped her.

I am a whore, she thought. In a few minutes I'm going to sign a contract to willingly become the property of a man I've never met...a man who will use me until he is sexually satisfied...a man who has absolutely no interest in the real me - only my body.




Secrets of The New World Order Ch. 02



She heard a muffled "Come - in" thru the thick oak door; it was heavy as well when she pushed it open and entered the room. She saw the cell phone to his ear; she closed the door and stood perfectly still. 

She took a furtive glance at the man, and when he looked her way she averted her eyes; staring downward at the rich carpeting. She felt her face flush and it made her ashamed.

She had enjoyed what she saw; the man was handsome and when he smiled at her it seemed her heart skipped a beat. For a brief moment, she wondered about the shape and size of his cock.

You're a whore AND a slut, Judith, she scolded herself. Your only function here is to service this man - to give him pleasure and take his discharge into the orifice of his choosing...this is NOT an affair - this is a business arrangement!

"Mrs. Strong, what do you prefer to be called - 'Judith' or 'Judy'?" 

She hadn't noticed his phone call had ended. His question took her by surprise.

"Huh? Oh, uh...I go by 'Judith'," she replied.

"Good...very good, Judith, you may call me 'Sir'"

"Oh, uh - Yes, Sir," she said. He was calm and self - assured; his demeanor suggested great confidence. She felt her heart pounding in her chest as she lost herself in the deepest and clearest blue - eyes she'd ever seen.

"Judith, I'm not a man who is afraid to say what he wants...let's get straight to it, okay?"

"OH - Y - Yes, Sir."

"I want you to provide me with what my wife refuses to perform...oral and anal - is that acceptable to you?"

His blunt crudeness caused her to blush again. The way he said 'oral and anal' made it sound like just another normal business deal, and to Judith, his request was anything but normal...she had never considered a man taking her 'back there'...her husband never did, and Mr. Bagley hadn't required her to do that yet.

"Of course, you will be fairly compensated for your services...Judith, do you wish to leave now, or have me explain the rest of the agreement?"

Through all her years, she'd discussed anal sex with just one of her girlfriends...and the friend described it as "painful and degrading"...something her husband 'did to her—to punish her'...and now this stranger, this handsome man she knew nothing about, expected her to submit to his disgusting proposal.

She was frozen in place; not knowing what to do. She assumed her stunned silence caused him to believe she wanted to hear more details.

"I am in the process of moving our executive offices to Flowerton...it will be two - months before our building is complete and up to that time, I will be here one or two days a week...now I have spoken to Mr. Bagley about his arrangement with you, and you will, of course, abide to your contract with him...you will meet me in this room at my discretion—anytime I desire...you must keep your time open for me when you're not with Bagley, do you understand?"

"Uh, yes, Sir," she said even though she wasn't sure she could go thru with his demand. Hear the man out, Judith...listen to his offer.

"Now all standard sex acts are written into the contract, but for the foreseeable future I see our meetings this way: you will arrive here an hour before our scheduled meeting...you will take a hot bath and prepare yourself the best you can..."

"I'm sorry to interrupt, Sir, but what do you mean by 'prepare myself the best I can'?"

OH MY - there's that gorgeous smile again!

"Judith, in the heat of the moment, I cannot guarantee that I'll take the necessary precautions to make my entrance into your anus as painless as possible...therefore it will be your responsibility to ensure your own comfort...I will, of course, provide the oils and creams you will be using to help alleviate any pain."

OH MY GOD...he made it sound so filthy, and at the same time, so excitingly delicious she felt herself moistening between her legs.

"...you will 'prepare yourself' before my arrival...I will use your mouth first, and yes, I will discharge in your mouth, and of course, you will be expected to swallow it all...you will then use all your skills to bring me to another erection - up to, and including analingous...I will then decide what position I want you in when I enter your anus...is this clear to you?"

Her face was beet - red...she'd never heard anything so depraved explained in such a calm and rational manner.

"Y - Yes, Sir." 

"Now, as I said, you will be required to make yourself available to me when you are not with Bagley, is that clear?"

"Y - Yes, Sir!"

"I will try to give you at least a two - hour notice prior to our meeting, but sometimes that will not be an option...if you have other contractual obligations you will rearrange them to keep yourself free for me...is that understood?"

"Yes,Sir," she replied blushing yet again.

Other 'contractual obligations'? How many men does he think I'm whoring for?

"For your participation in this agreement, you will be paid one - thousand dollars a week...it is more than the going rate, but since most of the time you will simply be waiting for my phone call, and you could be earning more money from other clients, you should be paid for your 'wait - time', as well."

Huh? Did I hear that correctly? Did he just say he was going to pay me A THOUSAND - DOLLARS A WEEK??

"I, uh - I'm sorry, Sir...did you say a thousand dollars a month - or a week?"

His beautiful smile returned showing - off a mouthful of perfect, white teeth.

"It will be 'per week,' Judith!"

OH MY GOD - WHERE DO I SIGN? 

With Mr. Bagley's money, I'll be making 70 - thousand dollars a year - SEVENTY - THOUSAND A YEAR!! THAT'S MORE MONEY THAN JEFFREY EVER MADE IN A YEAR HIS WHOLE LIFE!!

"Judith, is this arrangement something you can live with?"

"OH - uh, yes, Sir," she replied, hoping she didn't sound too eager or excited.

"GOOD," he said. "Now before we sign the contract, I want to know exactly what it is I will be paying good money for - I never buy a car without taking it for a test drive first..."

I wished he hadn't compared me to buying a car, but...

"I - I understand, Sir."

"Very good...I want you to undress now - I want to see you naked!"

"OH - uh, yes, Sir!"

She couldn't believe how calm and relaxed she felt as she worked the buttons on her blouse. She was soon going to be naked before a man she'd known only a few minutes.

My goodness how times have changed, she thought, when the buttons were open, and she removed the blouse and neatly placed it on a chair beside her. It had taken her ten - years of marriage before she was comfortable with letting her husband see her naked, and now she was eagerly stripping herself before a total stranger.

She opened the clasp on her skirt, pulled - down the zipper and let the skirt fall to the floor. She then smoothed - out the skirt and draped it over the armrest.

She reached behind to open the bra but the man stopped her.

"Come closer..." he said. 

She was acutely aware of how damp the crotch of her panties had become and felt slightly ashamed. She stood inches from his legs, and watched his beautiful blue eyes roam up - and - down her body.

"Pretty lingerie..." he said.

She wasn't sure how to respond so she just said "Thank you, Sir."

Then she watched in slow - motion as his large hands went to her breasts...he took her lace - covered breasts in his hands and fondled and squeezed them. A low moan escaped her full lips. 

She saw him smile when he noticed the wet crotch of her panties. With one hand kneading and caressing a breast, his free hand disappeared behind her and began to lightly stroke her panty - covered buttocks. 

His hands were soft and gentle, yet demanding a response from her. 

"Open your legs wider," he commanded.

She obeyed and instantly felt his hand abandon her buttocks and take claim of her crotch. He cupped her sex thru the wet panties and pressed the palm of his hand firmly to her drenched cunt.

"Ohhhhhhhhhhhh..." she moaned thru the O of her lips. She unconsciously ground her cunt onto his hand. 

Suddenly, his hands were gone. She opened her eyes and saw his beautiful smile.

"Proceed..." he said.

She couldn't wait for him to see her naked breasts. Even at the age of thirty - four, her breasts remained firm, and proud. They still rode high on her chest, capped by her unusually long and thick nipples.

She removed the brassiere, and heard his cough. Then his hands were on her naked breasts; reveling in their firm softness; squeezing and kneading. He took her proud nipples between thumb and forefingers and twisted and pinched them until they swelled to their fullest. 

"Take off your panties," he ordered the trembling woman.

The sheer material was caught in the folds of her drenched cunt and it took some effort to peel them down and off her legs.

She stood naked before him. Her face was flushed, not from shame or embarrassment, but from the heat of her own desire.

His eyes trained on her smooth - shaven cunt. His hand massaged her wetness; a finger pressed between the lips and slowly moved up and down. He found her clit and gently stroked it.

"OH - GOD," she cried out as he maddeningly teased her tiny nub.

"Turn around and bend over!" he commanded.

She obeyed, and presented her firm, round globes for his inspection. She felt something warm and wet on her buttocks.

Did he just kiss my butt? she wondered. Is that his tongue licking my asscheeks?

"Reach behind you and open your buttocks for me - you know what I want to see!" he said with a raspy voice.

She hadn't been a prude for several years but this command was so dirty and salacious she was grateful he couldn't see the dark crimson of shame that washed over her face.

A cool rush of air on her anus told her the man could now see the most intimate part of her anatomy. Another wave of shame enveloped her. Exposing herself like this to a stranger convinced her she was now nothing but a cheap whore out to make an easy buck.

She nearly jumped out of her skin when his thumb pressed against her little brown opening.

"How many men have taken you here?" he asked in almost a whisper.

Huh? What?

"No - no - never - nooooo..."

"You've never been fucked in the ass?" he asked the trembling woman.

"Noooooooooo..."

"Say it - use the words..."

OH MY GOD - WHAT DOES HE WANT FROM ME?

She choked back a sob; she waited; she couldn't bring herself to say what he wanted o hear.

"Judith, you will tell me whatever I want to hear or there will be no agreement - NOW SAY IT!"

OH - GOD - OH GOD - "NO SIR, NO MAN HAS EVER FUCKED ME IN THE ASS!"

"But you want to feel my cock in your ass, don't you Judith? SAY IT!!"

"YES SIR - OH GOD, YES I WANT YOU TO FUCK ME IN THE ASS!!"

"Get on your knees between my legs and take out my cock!"

"YES, SIR - THANK YOU, SIR!"

As she was about to extricate his erection from his boxer shorts, she saw the large, wet pre - cum stain.

He's just as excited as I am, she said to herself.

She worked the boxers down until his hard shaft and large balls sprang into view; his manly aroma invaded her nostrils and made her swoon with lust; she loved his smell.

She took his hardness in her small hand, wet her lips, and slid them over his big, mushroom - shaped cockhead. Her tongue quickly lapped - up his pre - cum; she breathed deeply thru her nose inhaling his aroma as deep as she could. 

"Play with your cunt while you suck my cock!" he ordered the shivering woman.

Her hand dived between her open thighs; grateful he was allowing her to do this. She knew because of his excitement he wouldn't last long so she went at his cock like it was a fast - melting creamsicle. She was bound and determined to give him as much pleasure as she could.

She admitted to herself it was only a matter of time before a man insisted on fucking her in the ass, and she was glad Mr. Johannson would be the first. 

When she felt his cock expand in her mouth, she hurriedly found her clitoris and massaged it hard between her thumb and forefinger. She furiously bobbed her head up - and - down his shaft, her lips clinging tightly to his cock; her tongue never breaking contact with his flesh.

Then she heard him cry out: "OH - GOD - OH - GOD - OH - GOD..."

When the first salvo of semen and sperm hit the back of her throat, she pinched her clitoris and exploded in a mind - numbing climax of her own.

She screamed into his cock as he shot load - after - load into her greedily swallowing mouth. Their bodies, glistening with sweat, wildly jerked and bucked. It was all she could do to capture every last drop of his cum inside her mouth.

She never surrendered the gradually deflating penis from between her lips. Her tongue made his body twitch and jump as it licked at his now - ultra sensitive flesh.

Her hand was wet with her juices. The inside of her mouth was coated with his thick and creamy cum; it was the first time in her life she enjoyed the flavor of a man's discharge. 

He finally pulled himself out of her mouth and sat back until his breathing returned to normal.

She felt his hand stroking her hair, and caressing her face.

"That was, uh...very nice," he finally said.

Judith smiled to herself, firm in her conviction it had been the best blow - job he'd ever received.

"Thank you, Sir," she replied, staring into his beautiful blue eyes. "did you enjoy your 'test drive'?"

"Heh - heh - heh...yes, it was an invigorating and pleasant ride...you're quite the saleswoman!"

Their eyes briefly locked together before a wide smile came to his face. He placed his arm on the table beside him, took pen in hand and signed the Personal Assistant contract. 

He offered her the pen; she rose upright on her knees, and even though she was still naked before a man she'd known less than an hour, the moment filled her with a joy she hadn't experienced since the death of her husband.

She signed her name with a flourish while her new employer tenderly squeezed and stroked and fondled her breasts; as if they had been lovers for a long, long time. 

She awkwardly shifted on her knees to face him and lost her balance. Her head spiraled downward towards his crotch; her hands gripped his thighs to steady herself. She came to rest staring at a penis that was not quite flaccid, but not fully erect either. 

She inhaled his manly aroma and her mind swooned with desire. She suddenly became enveloped with a warmth and passion she never felt with Mr. Bagley. 

Judith briefly wondered if she'd be out of line if she took it upon herself to service the nice man one more time. She again inhaled deeply, reveling in the heat and odor from his groin, then threw caution to the wind and captured his slowly expanding cockhead between her lips. 

Her new boss simply sighed, closed his eyes and sat back in the chair. Judith felt the petals of her cunt flower open and her juices begin to flow one more time.

She worked his cock slowly, lovingly; all the while enjoying his moans of pleasure; and thru narrowed eyelids, she gazed adoringly at the most handsome man she'd ever seen in her entire life.

"MCBRIDE - GET OVER HERE!!"

Jennifer had no respect for the City Editor, but he was her boss, and handed - out the assignments. She was at his mercy and he knew it. 

"Put on your prettiest dress, dear, you're going to the Bagley birthday party tonight!" he said with a sardonic grin on his face.

"Whose birthday is it?" she asked, fearing it would be one of the kids.

"Sweet little Annie is turning ten today...you know the drill - get names and photos and write a glowing story about a society soiree the 99% will never get the chance to attend."

"Yes, sir," she said eagerly, not wanting to give him the satisfaction of the disappointment she felt inside.

Since her short - lived investigation into the Jeffrey Strong suicide case, she'd been assigned an endless stream of flower shows, women's charity meetings, and worst of all, 'society functions.' 

Her only responsibility was to make sure she spelled everyone's names correctly, and took the most flattering photographs of these vain and vapid people.

She had scoured the journalism job sites, and contacted her former classmates and professors in hopes of landing a position of substance, but she found herself to be persona non grata - Mr. Mellon had made good on his threat, she would never find another investigative journalist job; she was doomed to a career of mind - numbing mediocrity.

And now she was stuck between a rock - and - a - hard place: her expenses kept rising while her wages remained the same. Her savings account was dangerously low. Her family had problems of their own and couldn't help, and she made very few friends since she'd moved to Flowerton.

It seemed to her she was not alone; that many people were being intentionally forced into untenable situations. 

More - and - more of the women she worked with and interviewed increasingly opened - up about their difficult plights. How they were being slowly bled of their money and pride - how their options were rapidly dwindling, and they were forced into accepting bad jobs at even worse pay.

She shivered as she recalled the number of women who'd admitted to her they were considering becoming Personal Assistants because it was the only way they could pay their bills. 

She suspected some of these women had already made deals with the devils they knew, and were only sounding her out and seeking her approval. 

She understood all - to - well what women were experiencing in this "New Economy."

She thought of Mr. Mellon's 'indecent proposal' to her, and his continuing efforts to force her into becoming his slut, err, Personal Assistant. Once a week she receives an email from him that simply reads: "One of these days, my dear - one of these days..."

And she was increasingly fearful that "...one of these days..." she would have to acquiesce to his demands in order to survive in this strange, new world. 

Something is terribly wrong in this country, she thought, and it appears to be intentional - people are being manipulated into accepting less - and - less...and being told they should be grateful for whatever scraps the 'Makers' deem fit to toss their way.

And worst of all, the majority of people never protest or complain. They are too tired and complacent after working long hours at low pay and when they finally do get home all they want is beer, drugs, liquor and 'American Idol' on the tube so they can escape the horrors of their pathetic little lives.

Jennifer slowly shook her head as if that simple act would clear the negative thoughts from her mind. She felt sad and confused. 

When she'd begun her journalism career she was a fighter and seeker of truth. Now, she couldn't understand how she'd become so meek and jaded in such a short period of time.

High above the streets of Manhatten, seventeen men sat in overstuffed leather chairs surrounding a circular mahogany meeting table, a snifter of cognac in one hand, and a fat Cuban cigar in the other.

"Charlie, have the problems in '16' been resolved? That's the only region behind schedule," said the distinguished, gray - haired man heading the meeting.

"Richard, yes - the mayor of San Diego has been dealt with - the city council is on board, and the police and sheriff's departments have been fully compromised...it's amazing what a little money and the promise of unlimited sex can make people do!"

All the men shared a hearty chuckle.

"It's fascinating what happens to once moral, and religious men when they no longer face consequences for their actions," said the Director of Region10. "They act like kids in a candy store...Richard, I don't think we've addressed the issue of what to do with our men who go too far in their depravity - "

"Is there such a thing as 'too far'?" asked the gray - haired gentleman with a smile.




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His comment elicited another round of laughter.

He continued: "We believe once the civil unrest begins, the worst - of - the - worst will be taken out by angry mobs...they will be replaced with other loyal perverts."

More laughter.

"Seriously," he continued. "...the deregulation of sex has proven key to the implementation of our laws and policies...our studies and research have concluded the simplest methods for taming the 'useless eaters' are unfettered access to easy sex - what's the old saying - a hard dick has no conscience? (Laughter) And feed them a steady diet of threats and uncertainty for their futures so their every waking thoughts are consumed by worry and fear for them and their families."

"Richard, if I may interject?" asked the youngest member of the group,"...we have been conducting experiments in the Atlanta area with women who have proven leadership abilities...we've inserted them into positions of absolute power then studied their behaviors...just 2 in 5 met the Councils criteria for leadership - the other 3 demonstrated sympathy and empathy for the 'useless eaters' which undercut their ability to make the crucial, and ruthless decisions which are required by our CEO's and upper management...we are at a critical juncture in our plan, and have no time to formulate changes...besides, we are going to need all the pretty women we can find to satisfy the growing demand in all our Regions for PA's...some men prefer fucking smart women over the stupid ones! heh - heh - heh..." 

Richard smiled and replied, "Yes, I agree...it is rather stimulating to force an intelligent woman to open her blouse and show me her tits before she goes to her knees..."

He turned to the man on his right and asked: "Thomas, how are matters coming along in Flowerton? Do our 'fringe - people' there have any clue as to what's coming their way?"

Thomas, a pudgy and balding man smiled and said, "No, they are the perfect 'useful idiots'...it helps having Mellon control all media for the surrounding five - hundred miles...the construction is moving very fast - new homes, apartments, office buildings - they have no idea their town is about to go from 10,000 people to 100,000 within the coming months..."

"How far along is the additional BCC? When will they be able to take inmates?" asked Richard.

"Before the first BCC is filled to capacity...when it's completed we'll have 75,000 beds between the two of them!" said Thomas. "My main concern is keeping those beds filled..."

"That will not be a problem for any Region," assured Richard. "The useful idiots of the Tea Party will continue to pass the draconian laws we write for them - laws guaranteed to be broken by the sheeple - laws that will ensure all our beds are filled to capacity ...and for as long as we own the voting machines the Tea Party will have a majority in Washington AND all the state legislatures!" 

"I do have to compliment you, Thomas," added Richard. "Our Security has taken photos of the area and they said when you're traveling on the Interstate, none of the construction is visible...they said you'd never even know such massive projects are underway!"

"Yes, local law enforcement and the highway patrol have been very cooperative with us keeping sightseers and curious folks far away," said Thomas. "When construction is complete - Flowerton will be home to the CEO's and top execs from 15 major corporations!"

"Yes, The Baron's idea is brilliant," said Richard. "...move the very top tier of executives to isolated locations and leave the middle and lower tier managers in the cities to deal with the riff - raff when the shit comes down...those managers are a dime - a - dozen anyway and can easily be replaced!"

The men all solemnly nodded.

"Oh, before I forget," said Richard. "I'll be meeting with The Baron in Vienna next week with the other Directors - if you have questions or concerns you wish me to mention at the Supreme Council meeting, please give them to me in writing."

"Richard, I'm curious as to the timing of the brothels...we're going to have millions of men working on infrastructure projects, away from their wives for long periods of time...we will need those brothels in place to control all the men," said the Director of Region 3. "When can we expect the laws changed in that regard?"

"Good question, Harold," said Richard. "Yes, in a few months there will be a serious demand for hookers...as some of you may not know because there was a 'Media Blackout' on the topic, but when the Supreme Court redefined contracts between consenting adults, the Tea Party passed the 'Personal Assistant Act' which gave men and women the right to not only negotiate their services, but their bodies, as well...the PAA is in affect now...the only hold - back is the actual construction of the brothels...and I am pleased to report at this very moment there are more than 150 brothels near completion, and will be operational within three - months with an additional 300 in the planning stages."

"It won't be long," continued Richard, "...before females, and some males too, discover the only way they can earn a livable wage will be thru either to work in construction or brothel - work...the question "Do you want a blow - job?" will become as common as "Want fries with that?" (Laughter)...of course, that will be after their mandatory two - year service to their country, which by - the - way, we are finalizing the 'Love of Country Act,' and will give the bill to the Tea Party and they will pass it sometime next month...any more questions?"

When no one spoke - up, Richard said, "Good! I'll have important information for you all in two - weeks after the meeting in Vienna - this meeting is adjourned!"

Sarah could feel the hot breath of her pimply - faced manager on her neck. She shivered with revulsion. The man, a boy really - he was just three - years older than her, gave her the creeps. He always seemed to stand too close to her.

"Sarah, I have some bad news for you," he said in a half - whisper.

"W - What is it?" she asked turning to look into his dull, lifeless eyes.

"I can only give you three days next week...Mary Jane needs more hours to help pay for her families medical bills."

The pretty girl felt sick to her stomach. Since wages had been slashed, she needed to work five - days to make up for the cut in pay. "B - But I've worked here two - years longer than her," she protested.

"Finish with this customer then come back to my office and we'll discuss it," he told her.

"Yes, sir," she said. She felt nauseated every time she had to call him 'Sir."

She turned to the man before her, and with the required Happy Burger smile plastered on her face, asked, "Would you like fries with that?"

Sarah crunched the numbers in her head as she walked to the managers office. She had to work at least five - days - a - week for her to afford a car when she went away to college.

She had already arranged a transfer to work at the Happy Burger in the town where the school was located, but it was ten - miles from where she'd be living. A car was a necessity, not a luxury.

"COME IN!" she heard his familiar screeching voice thru the door after she knocked.

Sarah launched into her argument the moment she closed the door behind her.

"Sir, I have been a loyal employee here for three - years...I've never called - off sick, or even been late," she said to her boss, sitting at the desk with the work schedule spread - out before him.

She continued: "I have learned every job here, and do them all quite well...I'm always polite to even the nastiest customers, and my register usually balances to the penny!"

Sarah was aware his eyes were staring at her chest and not her eyes. He almost never looked her in the eyes. She considered him a low - life pig, but he was the owners son, so there was no where she could complain about him.

"Mary Jane comes in late all the time - when she comes - in at all! She still asks me the same questions as when she started here - I work circles around her...I don't think it's fair she gets more hours than me!" said Sarah, believing she made a logical and persuasive argument.

As she looked at him and waited for his reply, she clearly understood why the employees called him 'Pizza Face' behind his back. His face was so pock - marked from childhood acne she would have felt sorry for him if he wasn't such an asshole.

A small smile appeared on his face. He sat back in his chair and laced his hands behind his head.

"Well," he said, "...for starters, I'll give you four - days next week if you show me your tits!"

At first she wasn't sure she'd heard him correctly.

"What did you say?" she asked him.

"You heard me - if you show me your tits I'll give you four - days next week...in fact, if you let me play with your tits while you give me a handjob, I'll give you six - days next week!"

"YOU CAN'T BE SERIOUS - I'LL TELL YOUR DAD - I'LL REPORT YOU TO THE AUTHORITIES!!" she shouted; her face a deep crimson with rage and embarrassment.

His laughter only further enraged the trembling girl. "THIS ISN'T RIGHT - I'VE BEEN LOYAL TO YOU AND YOUR DAD AND THIS IS THE THANKS I GET?"

"We live in a whole different world now, Sarah...even if you could find someone to complain to - which you won't - nothing will be done...as a - matter - of - fact, YOU will be branded as a trouble - maker - you'll lose your job not only here, but at our store in your precious college town...don't you know what's going on in the world? The 'job creators' have finally taken our rightful place in society, and all of you 'takers' would be well - advised to follow orders, or risk losing your livelihood."

Sarah couldn't believe her ears. Yes, she was aware of what was taking place all around her. She immediately thought of her boyfriend, John, and what happened to him when he tried to file a sexual harassment suit against Mr. Blank at the grocery store. He was told in so many words he'd better 'go - along - to - get - along.'

Sarah was no prude; even though she was still a virgin, she'd been using her hands and mouth for years to satisfy John's 'needs.' Like almost all the girls her age, handjobs and blowjobs weren't considered 'real sex.'

"You know what, Sarah, you've really pissed me off - not only that, but you hurt my feelings! What I told you I wanted is no longer a request - you either do what I say or you'll be fired for 'insubordination'!"

Her eyes bugged wide. "YOU CAN'T DO THAT!" she said with conviction.

The smile spread across his pizza face.

"Yes I can, Sarah...you see, we are now a 'Right to Work' state! Do you know what that means? It means you are employed on an 'At - will' basis...which means you can be legally terminated at any time at the employer's discretion...so now, if you want to keep your job - SHOW ME YOUR TITS!"

She stood frozen in place. One side of her brain was screaming NO - NO - NO, while the other side thought of the ramifications of losing her job.

She had never before been forced into a position of weakness. She was a strong, and self - confident young woman who attacked life head - on - she never settled for less than what she wanted, and never meekly surrendered or bowed to another person's will. For the first time in her young life, she found herself in a position of weakness for which she could not think of a way out. 

With tears in her eyes, and a catch in her throat, she found herself unbuttoning the bodice of her work uniform; bra cups were part of the dress; it would be simple to expose her breasts to this awful man - child's leering gaze.

She stared at the floor in shame and disgust. She had no idea how long she stood there while he drank in her bare breasts. She heard his chair move and saw him stand and walk to the office door. She heard the loud click of the lock - it reminded her of the sound of a prison cell - door shutting closed.

He returned to the chair, and she watched in horror as he opened his slacks and pushed them and his underwear to his knees. His erection sprang into her view; she immediately noted it was as long as John's, but not as thick. 

He sat down and said, "Come over here and sit on my lap!"

She felt her legs move on their own volition until she stood beside him. He wasted no time hooking his arm round her waist then pulling her down until she was sitting on his legs.

She felt his greasy hands take possession of her breasts. She shuddered with revulsion and he mistook it for excitement.

"Yeah, baby, I KNEW you'd like this!"

He buried his face in her breasts; he worked at her soft flesh with his hands and mouth.

After a couple minutes he said, "What are you waiting for cunt? Play with my cock - jerk me off, bitch!"

With her heart heavy with grief and sorrow, her small hand encircled his throbbing prick and vigorously began stroking it up - and - down.

She yelped when he bit and pinched her hardened nipples. He laughed at her discomfort.

"From now on, every week when I work on the schedule, you'll come in here and show me your tits and play with my cock...do you understand me, bitch?"

"Yes, S - Sir," she answered softly, choking back a sob.

No one had ever talked to her this way, but she had to keep her job - what else could she say?

As she fondled his balls and stroked his cock, she told herself the wetness she felt between her thighs was normal and natural.

How else could she rationalize it?

Jennifer waited for the security guard to open the iron gate that shielded Richland Estates from the outside world. 

She'd given him her press credentials and driver's license, and immediately became aware of the mistake she'd made by wearing such a low - cut dress.

Instead of taking two - steps back and reading her id in the bright light of the guard station, he simply produced a small penlight and shined it mostly on the cleavage of her dress. He wasn't even coy or subtle about it. 

Sadly, it seemed to Jennifer, men were returning to their leering, chauvinistic - ways; all the gains the woman's movement had achieved the past fifty - years were being systematically eliminated; men were once again openly ogling women and making crude remarks.

It were as though men had suddenly broken free from invisible shackles and returned to their sexist, piggish, Neanderthal - mentalities of the past. 

It sickened Jennifer to think of herself as nothing but a sex object in the eyes of most men, and worse, that behavior was once again condoned by not just men, but many of the old - fashioned women who'd been against feminism in the first place.

It seemed to Jennifer the old adage that 'Women are good for one thing only' was quickly becoming the accepted paradigm in this 'new world.'

Jennifer skillfully steered the car over the winding road until she found the entrance to the Bagley house. 

When she drove under the huge sign, brightly illuminated at night, and saw the name, 'The Garden of Eden'...the familiar fear and disgust washed - over her like it did every time she had to come here.

She dreaded working for Clarissa Bagley, yes, she was employed by the newspaper, but make no mistake, when you cover an event at 'The Garden of Eden' you work for Mrs. Bagley.

Jennifer decided not to use the parking valets, and save the tip money. She found a parking place a hundred yards from the house, gathered her notebook and camera, and walked slowly to the party.

She smiled and said "Hi" to the valets, Eric and Mark. They always worked these parties and the three of them would make small talk...usually about the 'outfits' Mrs. Bagley forced them to wear.

Jennifer, with a rueful smile on her face, looked them up - and - down and slowly shook her head.

"She's outdone herself tonight!" she remarked to the teenage boys.

The boys were wearing very tight lavender silk shirts, extremely brief white, silk shorts, and lavender anklets and tennis shoes.

Mark always took it in stride, but Eric would turn three shades of red when she said something. 

He's such a cutey! she would say to herself every time she saw him.

Mark shook his head and said: " Yeah, I feel like I'm parking cars at the Lariat!" The 'Lariat' was the only gay bar in Flowerton.

Jennifer laughed and replied, "You know, boys, in those tight pants, you can make a lot of money tonight if you shake your money - makers!"

Mark laughed while Eric turned an even deeper shade of red.

She was ten - feet from the front door when it suddenly flew open and a man in a hurry almost ran into her.

"Uh—sorry," he mumbled then disappeared quickly into the darkness of the parking lot.

Jennifer furrowed her brows and thought to herself: Was that who I think it was? Oh my God - it was - that was Lonnie Barnhouse! 

Jennifer had considered Lonnie Barnhouse the prime suspect in the 'suicide' of Jeffrey Strong.

What on earth was HE doing here? The Bagley's do not invite mid - level managers to their parties! 

Jennifer stared into the parking lot. She heard a car start, and saw the headlights go on. She heard the car spit gravel in its haste to get out of there; just as she turned to enter the house, she heard the sound of another car ignition. She whipped her head around in time to see the car travel slowly for about a hundred feet before the headlights came on.

Uh - oh, she thought as her reporter's instinct kicked - in...is someone following Barnhouse? What is this all about?

She was still troubled as she walked thru the foyer, but when she saw the servants, male and female, dressed in pink bunny costumes, she was momentarily stunned.

"Jennifer, how nice of you to come tonight," she heard the all - too familiar drone of Clarissa Bagley.

Jennifer turned and saw the taller woman a few feet away.

"Mrs. Bagley! It is a pleasure to see you again!" she lied.

Jennifer had met the woman on numerous occasions, but had never been invited to call her 'Clarissa.' She saw the woman staring at her cleavage. 

"Interesting choice of a dress for a children's birthday party!" remarked the woman. "I'm sure the boys here - young AND old - will appreciate it!"

She unmistakably winked at Jennifer and added: "I know I do, dear!"

Jennifer blushed as she thought: Here we go again!

The woman had become increasingly bold with her flirtations. It was common gossip in town Clarissa Bagley preferred women to men; that once her three children were born, she no longer slept with her husband, Lawrence, in fact, it was further rumored that he was having a long - term affair with his secretary, Mary, and in addition, recently signed a contract with an attractive PA.

For her part, Clarissa had hired a succession of college girls to attend to her personal 'business,' and was a demanding 'Mistress' to these girls. The rumor that made Jennifer shiver the most was Clarissa's purported fondness for 'strict discipline' of her girls. 

"Jennifer, dear, make sure Annie is in most of the photos tonight," said Clarissa.

"Yes, Mrs. Bagley...uh, first thing though is I need to use the ladies room, if you don't mind?"

"Not at all, dear - you know where it is," she said then winked at Jennifer one more time and added: "Would you like me to assist you, dear?"

When Clarissa saw Jennifer blush at her words, she laughed out loud and walked away.

Jennifer saw a line of kids waiting to use the bathroom. She remembered another room on the other side of the house. 

She was relieved when she saw no line and went inside. She finished and was drying her hands when she heard two men talking outside the door in the hallway. She recognized their voices.

"I've already alerted the Sheriff - he'll go along with whatever we say happened." It was Lawrence Bagley speaking.

"Good - this has to go away now...the son is still asking questions...we've got his online activity and he just might stumble onto the plan." It was the voice of Ric Massengale.




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"Well, we could always arrange an 'accident'," said Bagley.

"No," replied Massengale. "I've always liked this kid - he's a very pretty boy - I may use him in the future!"

She heard the men continue walking down the hallway.

A palpable fear took hold of her entire body. Dazed, her mind enveloped in a choking fog, she cracked open the bathroom door and carefully searched the hallway - she was alone...she made her way back to the party.

She went about the business of photo's, and jotting down notes for her column. She concentrated hard on her work to not think about what she'd heard.

She was aiming her camera at Annie Bagley and friends when suddenly a hand gripped her buttock, and squeezed. She angrily whirled around and came face - to - face with Mr. Mellon. 

He was wearing an arrogant grin and said, "I couldn't help myself, dear, you have the sweetest ass I've ever seen!"

She felt her face flush again...she hated herself for feeling embarrassed - she had never had this problem before, but now, the words and deeds of people around her mystified and confounded her. Civilized people didn't act this way - until just recently!

She continued blushing as she felt the heat of his gaze on her breasts.

He chuckled and said, "That's enough fun for now - let's talk business!"

He took her arm and led her to where they could have some privacy.

"Dear, I know you're not happy with the assignments you're getting, but in all honesty - that will not change...if you choose to remain in the print media - this is your future," he said; indicating the party going on around them.

Uh - oh, thought Jennifer - he's got something in mind and it can't be good!

"I've decided to start a television station in Flowerton and I need good people to work for me - "

"Why would you open a station here when you already have one in the city less than a hundred miles away?" she interrupted.

"We live in evolving times, dear, everything is constantly changing around us...what were once hard - core truths and certainties are no longer valid...the reality you see today will not be here weeks or months from now...if you open yourself to new ideas and embrace the future you will live the good life - if not, your existence will be miserable, and probably short - lived...it's up to you to decide how you want to live the rest of your life - the changes that are coming are permanent, and will be rather severe for the many people who refuse to conform."

Her mind went numb with fear. From everything she'd seen and experienced, she knew he was telling her the truth - that life as we knew it is quickly changing into something unrecognizable. 

She readily admitted her own life and career was making a rapid, downward descent, spiraling to who - knows - where?

Maybe it was time, for the short term anyway, to sacrifice some principles and integrity to gain a sense of safety and security?

If I go along with him now, she thought, maybe I'll finally learn what all this madness really means - and when I do discover what is happening in the world, I'll be in a better position to report on and fight against it!

"What, uh, what do you have in mind?" she asked him.

For the first time, the broad smile on his hideous face didn't repulse her. She wondered what that meant?

"You are a beautiful and vibrant young woman...you have a sincerity that translates into your work...people trust you - they respect you...I want you to be the face and voice of my news division...you will be 'lead' anchor - covering the important stories...I have an instinct for people and I know for a certainty that the average person watching you deliver the news will, without a doubt, believe the total bullshit you will be feeding them!"

It felt like a million fire - ants crawling on her flesh. For a brief second, she thought she wanted to vomit.

"You will be very well compensated for your work...you will be earning roughly five - times what you're making now..."

OH MY GOD! HOW GREAT WOULD THAT BE? 

"...should you choose NOT to accept my offer, well, the reporting you do now is not worth what we're paying you - I'll have to cut your salary in half..."

Yes, she had a gut - feeling that was coming; she only hoped that what he was offering her was true. 

"...if you decide to accept my offer, you will sign two contracts with me..."

"Why two contracts?" she asked with surprise.

"One contract with the news division, dear, and of course, a contract with me as my Personal Assistant..."

Richard had made a habit of arriving in Vienna several days before Supreme Council meetings. It wasn't so much the easy accessibility to beautiful women and sex, it was more the attitudes of the girls themselves. 

The women here are more demure and willing participants of sex acts that many American women find too demeaning; most European women are far ahead of their American sisters, who over the years, have actually believed the mumbo - jumbo that women are equal to men. The women here know their station in life.

Richard guessed it might take many years, even an entire generation, for American women to once again understand their simple roles in society: as providers of pleasure, and the carriers of the 'Makers' babies.

"I don't know why they would even want more than that?" he'd said on numerous occasions. "What could be better than having sex every day with numerous partners, and being generously compensated for their skills and talents?" 

After two - nights of sex with just one woman, Richard decided on a threesome; he always enjoyed laying - back and being serviced by two sexy women. 

He went into his favorite sex club, ordered a red wine, and within seconds was being wooed and entertained by four beautiful and scantily clad women. The women always made him feel like he was the most important person in the world.

He looked around and saw several members of the Council in various stages of undress, and inebriation. There were no inhibitions here. 

Richard had the girls lower their panties then chose a natural blonde and redhead. They walked arm - in - arm to a private suite. Once there, the blonde girl fed Richard a blue pill, everyone got naked, and the girls went into action earning their money.

"Something wrong, Mr. Jensvold?" I asked him. When I walked into his office he had a very strange expression on his face as he stared at the computer monitor.

"John, I have a feeling something very bad is going to happen in this country very soon!" he responded. "All the warning signs are here - the new laws and regulations that have been enacted since the last election point directly at some sort of breakdown of society...something BIG is going to take place and it is not going to be good for the average person!"

A chill ran up my spine. Even though I didn't believe his conspiracy theories, the somber tone in his voice, and the frightened expression on his face scared the hell out of me. He was usually a calm and rational man, so I took to heart even his most crazy conjectures.

"What do you think is going on in this country, Mr. Jensvold?" I asked.

"It's not just this country, John - it's all over the world...governments everywhere have been enacting restrictive and regressive laws that are designed to keep the populace under control...this may sound insane to you, but I believe we are on the cusp of 'The New World Order'...and this 'new world' will greatly benefit a small group of very powerful men at the expense of everyone else!"

"Why would this be going on now - at this point in time?" I asked.

"Son," he said softly. "This has been going on for a hundred years...there have been clues and evidence that banking cartels have been formed and in place since before World War I...in fact, many people believe both World Wars were orchestrated by these cartels - that they profited handsomely by backing both sides in both wars..."

I certainly never read that in newspapers or heard it discussed on Fox news.

"John, here is how I think it is going to go down," he continued. "I believe another terrible event is going to take place sometime soon...an event even bigger and more catastrophic than 9/11...when it does, the government will declare 'martial law' to help 'keep us safe' and we will lose our civil liberties forever...once this happens, millions of people are going to be caught in a money - shortage scheme - the lowering of everyone's wages is the main component of this plan...in a short time, people are going to be hard - pressed to pay for the bare necessities of life - riots will break - out in every major city - hundreds of thousands, if not millions of people will be killed...many, many more will be arrested and sent to these 'Behavioral Correction Centers' that are being built everywhere in the country...did you know we will have two of them here in Flowerton?"

I shook my head. This was so preposterous I was mesmerized by his words.

"John, I don't know what their end - game is...but they've been making life more - and - more difficult for the average person while the top 1% have lined their pockets with gold...I believe governments will remain in place, but only as figureheads - to dupe the people into believing nothing has changed...behind the scenes, though, the powerful bankers and businessmen will make the real decisions."

"Gentlemen, how are you today?"said a voice behind me.

I nearly jumped out of my skin - his voice startled me. I turned and saw Sheriff Gillespie.

"OH - hi," I said.

Mr. Jensvold didn't say a word. He didn't like or trust the Sheriff.

"Son, I have some good news for you," he said to me. "We found your father's killer this morning...he committed suicide...his wife found him in their closed garage with the motor of his car still running...the coroner ruled it 'suicide by carbon monoxide poisoning'...he left a note admitting he killed your dad and couldn't live with it...I'm sure you knew him - he and your dad worked together - Lonnie Barnhouse...I hope this brings you and your family some closure."

I nodded at him and said, "Thanks," and watched him leave.

I was numb and frozen in place. My mind whirling, a kaleidoscope of befuddling colors. Between the Sheriff and Mr. Jensvold, it seemed the entire world was upside - down making absolutely no sense whatsoever.

All I wanted was to be a million - miles away from here with my sweet, sweet Sarah.

Richard noticed the smaller table and fewer chairs the moment he entered the conference room. The Baron addressed the issue from the start.

"Gentlemen, as you can see there are fewer of us in this room today..." he said, "...nation/states and unions are being consolidated...for example, Richard, The North American Union now consists not only of the United States, but Mexico and Canada, as well...the Latin American Union is now part of The South American Union...we believe this will ensure a more direct route and quicker delivery of South American - product northward."

Keeping a steady flow of drugs into the U.S. was vital in securing and dominating the American people. The American people were the most worrisome populace the Elite would control: their history of being fiercely independent would need to be quashed thru easy access to not only sex, but drugs, as well.

'Let the people fuck AND get fucked - up' was Richard's unofficial slogan.

The Baron spoke quietly with two other Union Director's before he addressed the table once again.

"Gentlemen, we are about to realize a hundred years of planning and hard work...Phase Two is nearly complete, and I am proud to announce Phase Three will commence in four weeks - four weeks from today, to be precise!

We have discussed our strategies and responses; the rapid mobilization of friendly troops; and our goals of accomplishments when the 'old world order' completely collapses into the dust bin of history, and our glorious New World Order rises from the ashes and dominates every single aspect of every single persons daily lives...the vast majority of the remaining world citizens will greet us as liberators - and we will liberate them from having to make hard decisions in their daily lives - they will happily obey us and do our bidding while fornicating with a freedom they've never before experienced..."

The Baron's use of 'fornicating with freedom' caused Richard to smile to himself and remember his prior evening with the two ladies. He was grateful the little blue pill had worked so well.

In fact, he surprised not only himself, but the two girls, as well, by successfully using their mouths, pussies and assholes - ejaculating into their three orifices...six orgasms in total - a personal best for himself.

"...and as for those who resist and fight against us - they will be dealt with swiftly, harshly, and with absolutely no mercy...there will be no tolerance for non - conformity - a civilized society is one that has been tamed - one where the people look up to their superiors for leadership and guidance...and will, without objection or protest, obey their Masters every command."

Richards mind wandered to the pretty New York City council woman who rejected his advances; she would be his first order of business.

She's going to show me her tits while she's on her knees sucking my cock! He told himself with conviction.

"...when we have culled the population down to the desired number, the citizens we have allowed to live will be forever grateful and humble, and will meekly and eagerly serve their Masters well, or, of course, face severe consequences."

Richard took a mental inventory of all the women who had spurned his advances thru the years. 

He smiled to himself when he thought: Yes, pay back's a bitch - and it will be especially hard for them!

Richard felt his organ thicken and expand inside his silk boxers. He decided to spend another night with the two women at the sex club.

He chuckled to himself as he recalled a line from a Mel Brook's movie: "It's good to be the King!"



Secrets of The New World Order Ch. 03



Mr. Johannson's balls were slapping my chin with such ferocity I was afraid I was hurting him.

Kneeling above my face, holding my head in place, he brutally shoved his hard cock in-and-out of my mouth while his scrotum banged into my face. If I hadn't been so incredibly turned-on, I would have thought the act of force-fucking my open mouth to be demeaning and degrading. 

My pussy was far too wet for me to complain now...anyway, I had willingly signed the contract and was bound by the law to accept his penis in whatever manner he chose. I couldn't believe how hard I was sucking on his glans; licking at his slit; and the incredible longing and arousal I felt in my wide-open pussy.

"PLAY WITH YOUR CUNT!!" he finally ordered.

I was so grateful for that command I mumbled "Thank you, Sir" into the hard shaft that was pistoning in-and-out of my mouth. My hand flew between my obscenely split thighs and furiously rubbed the hairless folds of my sex.

His grunts and groans filled the room---he was straining to cum---I knew Mr. Johannson's wife hadn't moved to Flowerton yet so it was my responsibility to drain his balls.

I'd read a series of articles in the newspaper, and even watched a feature on Fox news explaining the necessity of a woman performing her duties and ensuring her man's balls were completely emptied on a daily basis. They said: a back-up of sperm and semen was harmful to not only his physical health, but to his mental and emotional well-being, too.

Not-too-long-ago, feminist women would have raised holy hell with stories like that, but ever since 6/6 they were commonplace in the papers and on television. More and more articles referenced a 'Woman's Duty' to provide her man with as many orgasms as he wanted. 

It was no longer legal for a woman to refuse sex. The scholars and pundits debated the language of the law, as to whether it meant a woman must submit to her husband or boyfriend, or if it meant a woman had to submit to any man who demanded sex from her.

It had been decided, however, that while husband's had a legal right to their wives bodies, women could still say 'no' to boyfriends and strangers. 

One Fox pundit opined that "...the fact they were born female gave them an automatic obligation to submit to men...but I do understand that if men are allowed to forcibly take any woman they desired...the country's goals and work-requirements may suffer." 

But what had amazed Judith was the short amount of time it took to go from women having the right to say 'No'---to women could be legally punished for refusing sex with their husbands. If 9/11 had been the day the world changed---6/6 was the day the world as we knew it ended.

Life for the average person made a terrifying retreat back to the stone age...nothing was sacred; the day after 6/6, 'martial law' was declared, and the Constitution and Bill of Rights were suspended in the name of fighting Terrorism.

Hardly a whimper was heard from the average citizen when tanks and troops entered every major city in the country. On the contrary, Fox news hailed them as conquering heroes; saving 'Our Way of Life' against savage Terrorists who would like nothing better than to slaughter every man, woman and child in America!

"We are in a fight for our very survival," said Fox news, "...and sacrificing a few liberties for the safety of all is essential, and down-right patriotic...those who disagree should be dealt with swiftly, and severely...up to, and including internment to the Regional Behavioral Correction Centers until such a time as they understand their patriotic duties."

"We are in a historic clash of civilizations," Fox went on to say, "...and it is the duty of every man, woman and child in our great country to pledge allegiance to our flag, and to our leaders...only when "We the People" demonstrate our acceptance and obedience to our Superiors, can America ever truly be regarded a 'free nation' once again."  

This strange new world terrified not only Judith, but most of the women she knew. It seemed to the women they no longer had any rights whatsoever; the simple act of refusal could land them a thirty-day sentence in the newly-opened Behavioral Correction Center...women were confused and very afraid...it seemed as though vague, new laws were being passed every day that could send them to the BCC.

And what horrified Judith most were the stories she'd heard of women serving their sentences only to be released with the provision they were required to work in one of the many newly-legal brothels that were springing-up everywhere.

Judith knew one woman, Maria, an attractive housewife her age who'd refused sex with her husband; he complained to law enforcement officials who charged her with 'insubordination to a man' and was sentenced to the BCC.

Once there, she suffered shock treatments and many personal indignities designed to teach recalcitrant women never to refuse a man's sexual demands. When she was released, to prove she had been 'rehabilitated,' she was required to work thirty additional days in a brothel.

The boom in construction and hiring by the Army meant millions of new jobs for men...jobs that required them to be away from their wives and girlfriends for long periods of time. Thus the demand for brothels to take care of these men's 'sexual needs'.

Judith heard a rumor that Maria, now working at a brothel, was required to service, at the very least, twenty-men each and every day. If she refused, or performed poorly, she would be sent back to the BCC for further 'rehabilitation' and back to the brothel again until she successfully completed the requirements.

This is what women now faced in their everyday lives. Unless they could show 'Proof of Employment' papers, they faced the risk of detainment; women now feared going anywhere in public unescorted by a man.

She suddenly heard Mr. Johannson cry out: "YES-YES-YESSSSSSSS...."

Judith forgo her own pleasure to concentrate on gulping-down his spunk. She had once missed swallowing a single drop of his jizz and he'd spanked her until her bottom was raw and she was crying like a little girl.

Judith thinks he has a split-personality: Before and after sex, he is kind and gentle; caring, even affectionate...but as soon as his penis begins to rise, he becomes unreasonable, unyielding in his demands; a totally different man.

This is why she now believes all those stories about a 'Woman's Duty'...once she empties his balls, he becomes a man she admires and respects; even dare-say, a man she has feelings for. 

Sometimes when he is finished with her, and she is driving home, she is overcome with such heartache it brings tears to her eyes. She scolds and castigates herself for being foolish enough to believe a client could have personal feelings for her.

GROW-UP, JUDITH, her mind shouts. TO HIM, YOU ARE NOTHING BUT A WHORE...if the day ever comes when you can no longer get his dick hard---he will discard you like yesterdays trash!

She felt him shift his weight forward...uh-oh, she thought---here we go again!

He stopped when his buttocks were directly over her face. She knew what was expected of her. 

She reached up and pried open his asscheeks until she was staring at his brown hole. He lowered himself until his anus was firmly pressing against her mouth. She placed her lips around his nether hole, curled her tongue, and immediately slid it inside his asshole. 

It wasn't so much the disgusting act he forced her to perform; it was the fact he'd get so excited by her long tongue slithering in-and-out of his asshole that he sometimes pressed down so hard on her face she couldn't breathe. 

This is why to him, it appeared she loved tongue-fucking his hole, when in fact, it was a matter of survival---the faster she could get his cock hard, the sooner he would climb off her face and she would be able to gulp down fresh air.

As usual, she allowed her mind to wander. This was an act for which she didn't want to give much thought.

Her son had been weighing heavily on her mind in recent days. His job at the hardware store was coming to an end, and she was fearful for his future. 

He's such a wonderful boy---so smart and funny...and cute as a bug. It drove her crazy when she thought about his physical appearance: he is so small in stature and so darn good-looking, no matter how much she tried to avoid thinking about it, the conversation she'd had with Ric Massengale would forever be stamped in her brain.

"You know, Judith," he'd said to her. "I understand John will be out of work soon...I am looking for a boy just like him..."

Hearing those words had given her great hope. Mr. Massengale was one of the most powerful men in town, if he would hire John, her fears for his future would be gone.

"Oh, Mr. Massengale---that would be wonderful!" she gushed.

"Yes, he is a cute little thing isn't he?" he said.

Alarm bells went off in her head. "Uh...what do you mean by that, Sir?"

"My dear, your son would make an excellent Personal Assistant, don't you agree?" he'd said with a wink of an eye.

Her skin crawled; a strong jolt of shock and despair raced up her spine.

"NO-NO-NO...he's more useful than THAT," she'd protested. "He's practically a computer genius, Mr. Massengale---don't you have anything in your computer department?"

"Judith, boys like John, with absolutely no computer education other than high school are a dime-a-dozen...and, in the 'New Economy' he doesn't have any other marketable skills...perhaps what I could do is hire him as an unpaid intern until he acquired the necessary knowledge companies need these days...of course, in the meantime...."

Judith knew all-to-well what he meant by '...of, course, in the meantime'...but it was one thing for her to be a PA---she damn-well didn't want her only son to have to sink to her level.

Until her conversation with Mr. Massengale, Judith conceded she had been rather naïve about the world around her. It hadn't occurred to her that some men would hire other males as Personal Assistants. 

She heard Mr. Johannson groan loudly above her as her tongue licked the walls of his asshole.

OH MY GOD...an ugly, horrible and unacceptable thought crept into her mind---WOULD MR. MASSENGALE FORCE MY LITTLE BOY TO DO THIS FOR HIM?

Lucky for her, Mr. Johannson had achieved another erection, so she could push that nasty image of her son far out of her mind.

She took several deep gulps of air when he lifted himself from her face. Her pussy was drenched as she found herself wondering in what position she would be sodomized today. She had grown to love the feel of his hardness inside her 'back there.'

I saw her the second I walked thru the front door at work: A tall and statuesque brunette, a full bosom and such a pretty face I felt my dick stir inside my briefs.

"JOHN," Mr. Jensvold called to me, "I want you to meet Ms. Hatfield---she's the head of the new All-American store!"

I took her slender hand in mine and gently squeezed and said, "Hello, it's a pleasure to meet you!"

To my surprise, she squeezed my hand hard and said, "My-my---you're a cute little bugger, aren't you?"

I blushed a deep-red. In these times, it was rare to hear a woman talk and act with such boldness. There were very few women remaining in positions of power.

Mr. Jensvold quickly intervened. "Ms. Hatfield has made an 'offer' on our remaining inventory."

By the way he emphasized 'offer' I knew it was one he was not happy with.

"Oh---uh, good," was all I could say; I immediately blushed again at my tongue-tied behavior. The beautiful woman definitely made me nervous.

"I have to be going," she announced; then spoke to Mr. Jensvold. "If you agree to my terms, give my assistant, Bradley, a call."

Then she turned to me, reached into her jacket pocket and handed me a card.

"Cutie, do you have a job lined-up after this one?" she asked with a sly smile on her face.

I blushed again---DAMMIT!!

"Uh, well...I---"

"Give me a call," she said not waiting for my answer. "I already have a 'position' in mind for you, Sweetie!" 

She winked at me then turned and left the store leaving me standing there red-faced and embarrassed. I couldn't figure out why I had a hard-on.

Jennifer McBride took a deep breath as she turned the doorknob to Mr. Mellon's office. She forced her mind to retreat into her 'safe place'...it would drive her insane if she allowed herself to dwell on what the old pervert made her do.

The moment she shut the door she heard him speak from behind his desk.

"We have a big news day ahead of us---let's not waste any time...take-off your blouse and bra and sit on the sofa!" he commanded.

"Yes, Sir," was her expected reply.

She no longer felt shame or embarrassment by his outrageous and crude demands. She told herself: "This is a business deal---pure and simple!"

She deftly unbuttoned her blouse and removed it. She folded it neatly on the armrest of the sofa. She casually reached behind, unfastened the brassiere and placed it on her blouse.

"Bend over and shake your titties for me!" he ordered.

Oh God, this is new! she thought. She did as she was told. 

She felt the weight of her pendulous breasts suspended in mid-air and rolled her shoulders until her full breasts were swaying gently back-and-forth. 

No matter how much she prepared her mind, he always managed to come up with a new way to thoroughly humiliate her. She guessed he was still getting even with her for rejecting his advances for so long.

"ARE YOU FORGETTING SOMETHING?" he said sharply.

She felt her eyes moisten as they looked up from the floor. She stared into his beady brown eyes, just as he always demanded. She felt the familiar sickness take hold of her belly...now the redness of shame spread across her pretty face.

He chuckled and said, "Good girl."

He went back to some papers in front of him, but she didn't dare take her eyes off him. She kept her breasts swaying though he wasn't watching her now. This was when she felt the lowest...when he made her perform an obscene act while he wasn't even watching her.

He finally rose from the desk and said, "Take off your panties and sit on the sofa...then raise your skirt and show me again how much you love to masturbate!"

"Y-Yes, Sir," she said, hoping he didn't hear the cracking of her voice; she didn't want to give him the satisfaction of her shame.

She reached under her skirt and worked her panties down and off, and placed them with the rest of her clothing. She sat down, raised the hem of her skirt to just below her breasts, then knowing full-well what he wanted to see, placed her feet on the sofa cushions on either side of her. She pushed her knees as far apart as possible and knew he was staring at her fully-exposed, and already-wet pussy.

He chuckled and said, "Good girl---you're such a slut! You love showing your wet cunt to anyone willing to look!"

She hesitated too long.

"WHAT DID YOU SAY? I CAN'T HEAR YOU!!" he bellowed at the trembling girl.

"YES, SIR---I LOVE SHOWING MY WET CUNT TO EVERYONE WHO WANTS TO SEE IT!!" she said.

"Good girl," he said with another evil chuckle. "What are you waiting for---PLAY WITH YOUR CUNT!!"

"YES, SIR!!" she answered and her hands flew between her wide-split thighs and frantically worked at her pussy.

Her pussy was drenched. She hated her body for getting so aroused by such perverted demands. She used one hand on her breasts; pinching and rolling the hardened nipples while she fondled and stroked her prominent clitoris.

The office door suddenly opened, and in walked Mr. Mellon's long-time secretary, Miss Bevis.

GOD DAMN THAT WOMAN, thought Jennifer. She sure has a knack for walking in when I'm in the middle of humiliating myself!

"I have the papers you need to sign, I'll put them on your desk," she said to her boss. Jennifer could tell by the tone of her voice the woman was smiling and enjoying Jennifer's predicament.

"Miss Bevis, would you like to come over here and watch the show our pretty girl is giving me?" asked Mellon.

Both females knew his question was more a command than request.

"Yes, Sir," she chirped happily. She sat on the floor beside his leg and promptly placed her hand on the bulge in his trousers.

"May I touch it, Sir?" she asked gazing at the lump in his pants.

"Yes, you may!" he replied.

"Thank you, Sir," she said as she worked down the zipper and reached inside his slacks and boxers and firmly took hold of his erect manhood.

Jennifer's face was really burning now as the older woman stared at her 'performance'...the smugness never leaving her lips; her hand slowly moving inside Mr. Mellon's slacks.

The woman was twenty-years older than Jennifer and devoted to Mr. Mellon. She wasn't a beautiful woman, more handsome than pretty, but she obviously worked-out to keep her body and figure in perfect shape.

And it had become obvious to Jennifer that the woman was truly devoted to her boss...that she was actually in love with the hideous little man and would refuse him nothing. She had remained unmarried and loyal to Mr. Mellon all these years.

Jennifer wondered if the woman was foolish enough to believe that he would divorce his wife, and marry her. 

Why not? thought Jennifer. Women in love delude and lie to themselves every day.

Jennifer finally felt the heat in her crotch grow hotter and wetter. She vigorously frigged her clit now; openly, wantonly giving herself pleasure before the interested spectators. She caved-in and abandoned any remaining vestiges of modesty.

"OH-GOD---OH-GOD---YES-YES-YESSSSSSSSS...." she cried out as her body rocked and rolled with an explosive orgasm. 

While she was horrified and abhorred by The New World Order, she admitted she enjoyed much of the new sexual freedom the NWO had bestowed upon women...but she knew it was more 'forced' than 'bestowed' on women.

Jennifer gulped air; her thighs still wide-apart; her nether regions obscenely exposed to their curious eyes. She hated their laughter; their ridiculing demeanor; worst of all, she knew she wasn't done yet...Mr. Mellon hadn't ejaculated, and she wondered what ingenious humiliation he would inflict upon her now.

"Good girl," he finally said. "That was a splendid performance...now come over here on your hands and knees!"

Jennifer did as she was told; acutely aware of her swinging breasts below her as she made her way to the two of them.

"My dear Miss Bevis, I believe I would enjoy using your deliciously tight bottomhole this afternoon...would you enjoy that too?" he said to his secretary.

She instantly said: "Oh yes, Sir---I love feeling you inside me back there!"

"Good girl...why don't you stand and bend-over placing your hands on the seat cushion?" he instructed the older woman.

"YES, SIR!" she answered enthusiastically. And before she bent over, she undid the bodice to her dress allowing her breasts to spill out. After all these years, she instinctively knew what Mr. Mellon enjoyed.

He patted her bottom thru the dress and said, "You are a wonderful girl!"

"Thank you, Sir!" she replied.

He raised the hem of her dress exposing her panty-clad buttocks and said to Jennifer: "Take down her panties and lubricate her asshole with your tongue!"

"Y-Yes, Sir," she meekly responded.

Jennifer had never performed analingous on anyone until she signed the PA contract with Mr. Mellon. Now it was routine, an almost every day occurrence.

Once Jennifer took down the lime-green panties, Miss Bevis spread her legs far apart and reached back and opened her buttocks and exposed her anus to the younger woman's gaze.

Jennifer wasted no time and burrowed her tongue into the older woman using her saliva to coat the walls of her asshole. Jennifer could feel the extreme heat from the older woman's drenched pussy. She plunged her tongue into her cunt, gathered all the wetness she could then pushed it back into the woman's asshole.




Secrets of The New World Order Ch. 03



Jennifer repeated this procedure until Mr. Mellon was satisfied his secretary's asshole was wet enough to accommodate him.

"ENOUGH!" he cried out. "Now my little ass-licker, take out my cock and put it inside my dear Miss Bevis...she's just trembling with lust today...aren't you my dear girl?"

"Ohhh-God---YES, MR. MELLON---PLEASE FUCK ME IN THE ASS, SIR----PLEEEEZZZZZZZ...."

Jennifer heard the man's evil laughter above her as she lowered his slacks and boxers. His boner was oozing pre-cum and she smeared it over his bulbous glans. 

She looked first at his cockhead then at the older woman's tiny rosebud and wondered how in the world it was going to fit inside her without splitting her apart.

Jennifer guided his cock to the woman's opening. When she pressed the slick glans against her hole, the woman ground her hips backwards, and Jennifer held her breath as she watched his cock disappear inside the woman.

The younger woman was amazed at how easily the woman's asshole accepted his thick cock. When Mr. Mellon fucked her in the ass, it was still slightly painful until she found her rhythm.

"Hold my balls while I give Miss Bevis a good ass-fucking!" he said to Jennifer.

"Yes, Sir!" she replied.

"...and kiss my ass---I want to feel your lips and tongue on my asscheeks!" he said.

"Yes, Sir!" she replied; thinking 'yes, how appropriate is this?'

Jennifer obediently planted her lips on his fat ass and began covering it with kisses, all the while lapping his salty flesh with her tongue.

Her mind retreated to her 'safe place' to drown-out the moans and groans above her.

She wondered if the rest of her life would be like it is now: Having to submit to Mr. Mellon's increasingly perverted sexual demands, while working a demeaning job that was all style with absolutely no substance.

There were no such things as journalists anymore. She didn't even write her own copy when she faced the camera and recited the litany of lies and propaganda written by trained, corporate stooges.

Her only job was to smile and look pretty, and to cross and uncross her legs to give the viewers as many 'beaver-shots' as requested by the show's director.

Every day in the dressing room sickened her; she had a macabre fascination with what she'd find when she arrived for work. Just when she thought the panties they had her wear couldn't get tighter and more sheer---she would find ever wispier, and see-thru underpants she was forced to wear. 

Even more degrading was 'the run-thru' before each broadcast. They had her sit on a tall stool while reading the 'script' wearing a dress with ample cleavage, and a hemline that reached no lower than mid-thigh.

She would start by sitting rigidly with her legs closed tight, her feet planted firmly on the low rung of the stool. The director faced her with a closed fist, and she had to watch for 'the signal'...when his hand opened sideways she would have to open her legs and cross them.

When she performed this maneuver, not only could the millions watching the broadcast see between her legs, but every member of the crew received an eyeful as well...and the tighter the panties, the more pronounced the plump lips of her sex appeared.

The only saving grace of her 'career' was that she now had the highest rated newscast in the country, even beating Fox news. The downside, of course, was the total lack of respect she received from the crew and other employees. 

They had even given her a nickname...everyone now called her 'Lips'...."Hey—great show today, Lips!" or "Hey Lips---you missed a few hairs when you shaved down there today!" 

Everyone knew she was Mr. Mellon's 'bitch' so they left her alone.

The only satisfaction she received was by the end of the broadcast, most of the men had bulges in their slacks and she hoped they all suffered blue-balls.

A split second after she felt his balls rise and expand in her hand, she heard him cry-out, and then Miss Bevis screamed her orgasm. It was rather titillating watching their shaking bodies and listening to their cries of joy.

The moment his deflated penis slid out of her asshole, he spat orders at Jennifer: "GET YOUR TONGUE IN THERE AND SCOOP OUT MY CUM---LICK HER ASSHOLE CLEAN!"

Her mind was numb. She robotically cleaned-out the woman's asshole then took his slick cock in mouth and bathed it, as well. All-the-while wondering how tight and sheer the panties would be for tonight's newscast.

Jennifer fixed Mr. Mellon's clothing then assisted Miss Bevis stepping into her underpants. 

Mr. Mellon asked his secretary, "Would you enjoy including this obedient cunt in our get-togethers, my dear?"

"That would be wonderful, Sir---she's very good with her mouth!" she replied and they both patted her head as if she was a puppy receiving praise.

"I don't know, Mr. Jensvold," I said, "...watching those nuclear attacks over-and-over-and-over-and-over---I can't see what's so wrong about martial law and having troops in the streets protecting us."

He gave me that 'oh, what a poor, misguided boy' look again.

"John, all I can say is the world we knew no longer exists, and it is never coming back," he said sadly. "The 1% have won a total victory...we are allowed to continue to live only at their good graces...with a snap of their fingers, they can either kill us or throw us in prison with no due process...it is all a numbers game to them...if you're obedient and conform to their rules they'll most likely find a place for you...either working construction, or joining the Army, or as a sex worker---there are not too many other opportunities available to the average man and woman---especially the women! Good God, how I pity the poor women these days...."

I knew for the most part he was right...especially about the women---I have personal experience concerning the lack of meaningful work for women, but I steadfastly refused to believe the world was as bad a place as he made it out to be. 

And especially his contention that all those nuclear bombs going-off all over the world on 6/6 were not done by Terrorist groups, but rather some sort of secret cabal of business and shadowy government people...that is a little far-fetched for me to believe.

But I do know something is terribly wrong when they take away people's social security and medicare because they claim they're 'entitlements' and they encourage laziness...that people must learn to take responsibility for their actions and choices in life.

Keep your nose to the grindstone and work hard and you too can become a millionaire!! Well, I wasn't so sure about that anymore. It seemed to me there should be a balance between business profits, and compassion for the less fortunate. 

To suddenly strip older people of benefits for which they paid for themselves thru hard work, well, that just doesn't seem fair to me, and now it is clear to see that the game is being rigged...that business profits are the be-all and end-all of everything, and to hell with the average worker.

They tell us if we don't like our lot in life---change it! But how can you change it when all the available work doesn't pay a livable wage, and they're pricing a college education out of existence for the average working family?

Yes, I guess I can understand some of Mr. Jensvold's talking points, but I haven't lost hope...I still believe if you apply yourself you can get ahead in this world. 

"John, have you decided what you're going to do?" he asked.

"Not yet...Mr. Massengale wants me to work for him, and there's the woman at All-American who bought your inventory...I'm not sure yet...." I said.

I saw the troubled look in his eyes. "Be careful, son, you know I only want the best for you, but it truly is a cold and cruel world now---there are many sharks out there who want nothing more than to take advantage of a nice, decent young man like yourself!"

I felt a cold chill race-up my spine. I knew what he was saying. I was afraid for my future too but I didn't want to admit it to anyone.

"John, our group is still going to meet once-a-week...if you want, you're always invited to sit-in," he said.

"Thank you, " I said. "I might do that! I'm going to miss our talks...."

We took one more turn around the empty store. I knew he was going to miss the place after thirty-years in business. 

He turned out the lights for the final time and we went outside. 

When we shook hands I felt him trembling, his eyes staring at me with a deep concern, and with deadly earnestness he said, "Good luck, son."

A huge lump of fear caught in my throat.

"Would you like fries with that?" Sarah asked the customer standing before her. The plastic smile frozen on her face belied the turmoil in her mind.

The moment she completed the transaction she felt the icy hand of her boss grip her shoulder then heard his crackling, high-pitched voice in her ear. 

"I'm going back to work on next week's schedule---lock the door when you come to my office!"

Sarah waited on two more customers before she figured the lunch rush was over, and she would be able to leave Mary Jane alone. The girl was a twit, and Sarah couldn't in good conscience, being the good employee she was, allow her to work by herself.

Why the hell do I care about this company? wondered the pretty blonde girl. I have to work 50-54 hours a week at five-dollars-an-hour just to make ends meet...they took away our health insurance and I have to buy an expensive private premium...and I have to diddle the owner's son just to keep my job...this New World Order-thing sucks!

When the store was empty, Sarah turned to Mary Jane and said, "I have to talk to Pizza- Face about my schedule."

Mary Jane's eyelids fluttered over her vacant eyes then the girl winked at Sarah and said, "I know...."

Sarah cringed at the thought her co-worker knew what she was really doing for Pizza-Face. Of course, Sarah was well-aware of the number of visits Mary Jane made to the bosses office, too, and she was sure he made her use more than her hands.

Just as she had the past few weeks, Sarah opened the office door without knocking.

She locked the door, stood before his desk, and opened her uniform until her magnificent breasts spilled into his view. She locked her hands behind her back, disdainfully stared down at her boss, and waited for his command.

As always, when he finally pushed away the paperwork on the desk, he looked-up and gazed at her breasts when he spoke.

It infuriated the young girl that he didn't have the decency to look her in the eyes when he talked to her. 

She watched the man-child push his chair backwards, and place his hand to his crotch...once again, she watched her boss openly massage his prick thru his slacks to get himself hard...his eyes never leaving her breasts.

"You know, I've been thinking about making you an offer to become my Personal Assistant!" he said.

She immediately shot back: "You couldn't afford me!"

His salacious smile turned into a pathetic chuckle.

"No, I don't suppose so," he replied, rubbing his crotch more fervently. "I'm sure a snooty bitch like you will sell your pussy to the highest bidder!"

Since she had no respect for the guy, his degrading comments never affected her.

She watched him open his slacks and push them and his boxers to his knees. He then held his hard cock in his hand and waved it at her.

"I get everything I need from Mary Jane...she's so stupid she gives it all away for five-bucks an hour and an occasional pretty bracelet or ear rings---get over here and play with my cock!"

And for the first time as she sat on her bosses lap, with his hands and face buried in her breasts, she felt sorry for her co-worker. Mary Jane couldn't help who she is; it wasn't her fault she isn't very bright.

Sarah vigorously tugged on her bosses hard penis all the while thinking: God damn, this New World Order isn't fair at all!

John sat across the huge mahogany desk from Ric Massengale. His father had worked for the man many years, and John had met him on several occasions. 

"I'm so sorry what happened to your father...he was a good man---an honorable man...thank God Barnhouse did the right thing and killed himself...."

John sat stoically, listening to his words. After all this time, Mr. Barnhouse's suicide/confession didn't ring true to him. He'd discretely asked around and no one admitted seeing the suicide note; and it seemed strange how fast Mrs. Barnhouse and the kids left Flowerton.

No, something wasn't right with both my father's death, and Mr. Barnhouse's, as well.

"You could have a bright future with us, son...you probably know that I sold the place to Fidelity Investments, but I can assure you they have some exciting plans for the factory...they've retained me as President, and once the re-tooling is completed, we'll be on the road to becoming one of he biggest armaments makers in the country...yep---that's right---we'll be supplying our military everything they'll need to win The War on Terror!"

I stared at him intently as he rambled on about the patriotic nature of the new company, but all I could think of was Mr. Jensvold's admonishment:

"The War on Terror is the biggest scam ever perpetuated on this country...we are fighting endless wars against enemies that we ourselves created, just so a few greedy and psychopathic men can make endless millions-and-millions of dollars...they have sold-out our country just to make money!"

"...you know, son," he continued, "...we're going to need a strong IT department, and I understand you're quite talented with computers..."

My ears pricked-up; I felt a rush of adrenaline running thru my veins. Am I hearing him correctly? Is he about to offer me a job in his IT department?

"...since you really have no practical experience, I can only offer you a starting wage of six-dollars an hour---"

OH MY GOD---one moment my hopes are sky-high and two-seconds later he crushes them!

"...but, I will give you an opportunity to make some good money..."

My heart is soaring again....

"Have you ever thought of becoming a Personal Assistant?"

CRASH-AND-BURN...I see stars before my eyes...he can't be serious can he?

He laughed and said: "By the expression on your face I can see you didn't expect that kind of offer...well son, let me clue you in on the ways of The New World---a boy like you who can't afford college and with no skills to offer any employer has to be open and flexible to new ideas...in all honesty, son---the only chance you have to make real money in this world is with your body---and you'd better take advantage while you're still young, and men find you attractive...boy, it won't be long until the only use your Superiors will have for you will be as cannon fodder for the Army, or as an inmate in a BCC!"

I'd never felt such all-encompassing fear in my life because deep-down I suspected he was right!

"Johnny, I know you're not gay---in fact, I know you have a very pretty girlfriend...but in The New World you have to think of sex as just another commodity to be bartered and traded---not as something you do for fun and pleasure...you see, I don't care whether you enjoy it or not---it's not about YOUR likes and dislikes---it's about your SUPERIORS---and if your SUPERIORS are willing to pay you a generous sum of money to use your pretty mouth, or to stretch your tight little bunghole---you need to seriously consider their offer!"

And then he said something that absolutely made my blood boil with fury and rage:

"Son, if you don't believe me---just ask your mother...."

The Baron asked Richard for his assessment.

Richard squinted at the paper before him and read: " The 24/7 media blitz of the attacks on Salt Lake City, El Paso and Cleveland had the predicted effect...all affected areas have been cordoned-off, and the population quarantined...the media has featured non-stop images of death and destruction to the point where the useless eaters are pissing themselves clamoring for more protection and safety...it has been an unqualified success---even better than we'd planned!"

"And martial law?" asked The Baron.

Richard laughed then said: "The idiots almost demanded we strip them of their rights! I'm working closely with the media to ensure they report only scenes of celebrations as troops overrun the cities...not a single image of protest is allowed on-air...it is stressed on every newscast that patriotic citizens across America support martial law, and are demanding that spending on the countries military budget be doubled or tripled...the Behavioral Centers are filling quicker than anticipated, mainly with rioters and looters, some dissidents, and women who have yet to learn their role in The New World...we will have one-hundred additional BCC's online within six-months!"

"Do you have an adequate labor pool for the construction industry and the Army?" asked The Baron.

"It fluctuates...it is still too early to determine some of our needs, however, since the BCC inmates are a large percentage of the workforce now, businesses have been saving huge amounts on labor cost, and profits are going thru the roof!"

"And the women?" asked The Baron.

"All the women in BCC's are re-educated and taught to accept their 'Womanly Duties'...they are then required to work thirty-days in a brothel so we can ensure they can be returned to society with no further problems...we could use more females, the workload for many of the women we have in the brothels is staggering, but we'll make do with what we have for now...one problem we have encountered is so many women are opting to become PA's it leaves us with a shortage for the brothels."

"Yes, we have found that to be the case almost everywhere," said The Baron. "One solution we are considering is a mandatory two-year service to the state for every eighteen-year-old---the one's with no exemptions, that is...the males will serve mainly in the Armies while the females will be trained to staff the brothels...we expect 18-year-old girls to be so horrified at the prospect of servicing twenty-thirty men per day, they will overwhelmingly choose to become PA's...this will have a two-pronged effect...."

The Baron puffed his Cuban cigar, took a sip of cognac then continued:

"With a larger supply of eighteen-year-old girls---many 'Superiors' with PA's will terminate their contracts with the older women and hire the younger girls...this will not only force millions of older women into the brothels, but it will enable all of us to negotiate lower prices with the inexperienced girls---it should greatly reduce our 'labor cost'...and may I add---hahahha---provide increased entertainment value of breaking-in a young girl...this, we believe, will alleviate our labor shortages in brothels...."

"Good," said the Director of Northern Europe, "...PA costs are skyrocketing every day...not only that, some of these women are becoming complacent---they feel like they're better than the average useful idiot...I say we put a stop to their rising confidence and put them in their place!"

"With that in mind," said The Baron, "...it has been determined many women in brothels are being paid far too much money for their services so we're adjusting the pay rate from 'per man' to 'per sex act'...this will give the women added incentive to increase her volume of business...beginning next week the following rates go into effect: Handjobs will be $2...blowjobs $5...vaginal intercourse $9...and anal intercourse $15---"

Richard interjected: "Looks like women, if they want to make real money, will be traveling 'the old, Hershey Highway'..."

Laughter filled the room.

The Baron continued: "Yes, the lower earning rates will certainly motivate some women to provide services they may find distasteful...moving on, Richard, how is your elimination program coming along?"




Secrets of The New World Order Ch. 03



"Better than we'd hoped..." he said with a smile on his face, "...with the redirecting of local law enforcement away from the urban areas, thousands of useless eaters are killing each other at an amazing rate saving us both the time and expense!"

"Good, once the weakest are culled from the herds, we'll begin our urban redevelopment plan for work and residential zones," said The Baron. "Gentlemen, you are all doing a magnificent job! We knew from the start this would take one or two generations to complete---but I am proud to say you are all ahead of schedule and deserve to partake in every perk and pleasure you may enjoy---Thank you for your dedication and hard work! This meeting is adjourned!"

I gazed down lovingly at the bobbing blonde-head of my sweet, sweet Sarah. 

I could hardly believe my good fortune. Our twice-a-week backseat trysts suddenly became three-nights when she unexpectedly added Wednesdays...and her desire for sex now bordered on insatiable.

I wonder about her increase in lust; her sudden need for orgasms; but those concerns and suspicions always melt away when I feel her pouty lips and long, thick tongue on my throbbing prick. 

She had also added something new to our lovemaking. Once I was hard, she will grasp my erection between her spectacular breasts. I find the sensation of being masturbated with her breasts beyond sensual---it is absolutely exquisite!

But she always makes sure I finish in her mouth. She's taken to gulping down my cum like a wild, thirsty dog lapping at a bowl of water.

I am on the verge of a mighty explosion but I desperately want her sucking to last longer so I sit back and relive the days events.

The awful meeting with Mr. Massengale...how the man had the nerve to solicit sex from me. It had been my second proposition for male-male sex. The first being Mr. Blank at the grocery store—who had crudely tried to blackmail me into gay sex.

What is it about me that attracts men? In a way, it's kind of flattering, but I can't imagine doing what Sarah is doing to me now!

Mr. Massengale's final words rang in my ears...it was really more a threat: "Son...I'm looking at you now like you are a shiny, new car...young and fresh...full of exciting promise and potential...and just like a new car, once you leave this property, you will significantly decrease in value and worth!"

I had decided then-and-there to reject his offer and contact Ms. Hatfield in the morning. 

"Ohhhhhh...." I groaned as Sarah increased her tempo, and my mind clearly pictured the lithe and sexy Ms. Hatfield.

I wonder what working for her will be like? She seems nice...she seems like she'd be a fair and helpful boss....

My balls began to hurt---Sarah sensed my crisis and furiously worked her mouth up-and-down...without warning, the image of Jennifer McBride flooded my mind...the reporter I'd once met over my father's death is now a news anchorwoman---...how she suddenly went from a serious and demure newspaper reporter to the slutty tramp I watch on tv every chance I get.

How on earth does she get away with what she does on television? Why would she show herself like that? 

Oh my God, the image of her is burned into my brain! The sight of her uncrossing her legs and exposing herself to millions of viewers...OH JESUS---I'll never be able to shake the sight of her hairless cuntlips straining against her ultra-sheer panties....

"OH-GOD-I'M-CUMMING-I'M-CUMMING---OH-GOD-YES---YES-YES-YES-YES...." I scream as my sweet, sweet Sarah licks and sucks and gulps down every single drop of cum I give her.

I decided not to tell Johnny my big news---how the cost of college has skyrocketed, and my dad can no longer afford to pay my tuition. No, I'll tell him tomorrow...or the next day.

I don't know what I'm going to do...like Johnny, I have very few options in this new world...I am afraid for both of us.

I REALLY want to go to college...that is the only way I'll be able to make something of myself in this crazy world...I have to figure out how I can do this. 

I don't want to become a PA, but what else can I do? I can't work at Happy Burger and keep giving Pizza-Face handjobs for fifty-hours a week at five-dollars an hour forever—I can't---I won't!!

I wish I could talk with Johnny's mother about her experiences as a PA, but he doesn't think I know what she does. He is such a caring and sensitive boy I don't want to hurt or embarrass him. 

I should start talking to him about some of our friend's mothers though---Judith isn't the only mother doing the PA-thing...and I would like to see him wake-up and realize the 'new realities' of ALL of our lives.

He and I need to start talking about real things now and not just the tired old, 'hopes-and-dreams' discussions we always have. 

I want to tell him what I have to do at work for Pizza-Face, but I'm afraid I'd break his heart.

I began tit-fucking Johnny a couple weeks ago hoping he'd ask where I learned to do that, but he hasn't asked...it's probably a good thing, he's so shy and inhibited, old-fashioned really, I'm afraid he might do something stupid, like defend my honor, and try and fight Pizza-Face and end up getting thrown into the BCC.

I hear him groan above me, and feel his balls begin to swell...he sits back in the seat and I know he's thinking about something else so he doesn't cum too soon...hahaha---what a cute and precious boy he is---God, how I love him!

I gently push his balls lower in his scrotum---that will make him last longer. I run my tongue beneath the crown of his glans then lick the sensitive underside of his prick—I smile when I hear him moan again---that works every time.

Suddenly, Pizza-Face's words practically shouted in my head: "I'm sure a snooty bitch like you will sell your pussy to the highest bidder!"

When he first said that I was insulted, but now...Hmmm? 

I worked on Johnny's penis with renewed energy until his balls swelled and expanded in my hand again. This time I went at his cock like a madwoman---I was going to give him the best climax of his life---I was sure of it!!

When he cried-out and his hips began bucking and jumping, I held on for dear life and sucked-down each-and-every load his little balls could pump into my mouth until all that was left were mere dribbles of his salty man-cream. 

I had never felt such pride in my cock-sucking abilities as right now! 

And then I heard the voice again: "I'm sure a snooty bitch like you will sell your pussy to the highest bidder!"

I was so flushed and overheated I couldn't wait for him to fully recover. My panties were drenched as I peeled them down and off...I lay back against the car door, raised the hem of my dress and spread my legs wide...the cool, night air did nothing to ease the burning fire in my open pussy.

"Johnny, I need you bad---please, baby, eat my pussy---I NEED YOUR MOUTH, BABY---PLEEEEEEZZZZZZZZZ....."

And while my beautiful boyfriend was doing his very best muff-diving, I wondered how I would go about auctioning-off my virginity to the highest bidder.

Thomas Pynchon walked the grounds of his new estate listening to the contractor, and inspecting the structures and amenities he'd insisted be included in their 20-million dollar deal.

"...and over here, Mr. Pynchon, is the Olympic-size pool, natural spring water, of course, heated year-round to 86 degrees, adjustable, of course, and there's the sauna...over there the jacuzzi, and you can see the weight room and gym on the far-side...over here are the controls for the retractable roof---great idea, by the way, with some of the harsh winters we have round here..."

Thomas was bored...he wanted to see the guest house where he would be spending much of his free-time.

"...over there, as you can see, are the tennis courts...and inside that dome is a driving range, large enough to practice every golf club in your bag...and next to that is the helicopter landing pad."

Thomas searched all around but could not see a guest house anywhere. He began to wonder if this idiot contractor had forgotten to build one. 

"...there is the maintenance yard...the building will house the tractors and all supplies and equipment your outdoor workers will need to maintain the compound...and if you will walk with me behind that big storage shed...yes, be careful where you walk, and over there---if you can see it through the trees---is the guest house...it's smack in the middle of a forest of Evergreens...just as you ordered---no one can see it from anywhere on your main property---it's almost invisible from the service road leading to it!"

This is fantastic---perfect! thought Thomas. "Very nice," he said to the man in his gruff voice without a smile.

"Just as you had it drawn up---it has three, extra large bedrooms, all with their own baths, a huge kitchen, a very sizable living room, a large office, and of course, an indoor pool and gym...this guest house is bigger and nicer than 99% of all the other houses I've ever built...whoever is going to stay here is a very lucky person!"

Judging by the frown on Mr. Pynchon's face, the Contractor decided he shouldn't have made that comment. 

"Well, uh, anyway, if you'll join me in the attached garage...yes, see the four-wheelers? There is enough land here to enjoy these and not be seen by a soul...and I'll show you a small trail we put in that leads back to the main house....and over there is another helicopter pad...."

Thomas tuned-out the boorish man and thought of his plan. 

He'd move his wife and kids here from the city next week. The city was too dangerous for Superiors to live comfortably---all cities were now...it would be some time before the cities became habitable for the 1%, if at all...their upper management teams will just have to learn how to survive and get by...if they don't---too bad.

The 'guest house' will be my sanctuary away from the wife and kids. I've earned it! 

Thomas had spent his entire working career with a singular goal: work harder and smarter than anyone else; do whatever was necessary to move up the corporate ladder and achieve a position of unrivaled power and prestige. 

He had accomplished his goal, and now he wanted to enjoy the perks of his labor.

He'd married his wife, Anna, only as a career move. He'd noticed single men seemed to be ignored for important promotions so he got married...then his bosses were always impressed when their underlings spoke of their children so he decided it was time for Anna to bear him kids...the children were another 'career move' and they had paid a handsome dividend. 

He had developed his own philosophy, and it worked like a charm: If you think you can make it to the top thru hard work, self reliance and determination---you're an idiot...only cunning and shrewdness and trampling your enemies will get you to the top...the sooner you understand the game is rigged and you're not playing on a level playing field---the sooner you will be successful and the 'top dog' in your industry.

He had done it masterfully, and now it was time for some 'fun.'

He'd always been too busy working and scheming to pay much attention to sex. Anna is not a great beauty, and their love life was strictly meant for procreation...that being accomplished, it was now time to explore what every other Director enjoyed.

At the meetings in New York, he'd listen attentively to his fellow Directors describing in graphic detail their conquests of women; the debauchery and perversions they enjoyed. 

He lived vicariously thru their exploits and adventures...now it was his turn to live the good life. The hard work was done, and now he would have enough time to begin making conquests of his own.

The image of the female newscaster he'd watched the night before filled his mind. 

His prick began to swell in his silk boxers as he pictured the sexy way she crossed and uncrossed her legs, exposing her pantied-crotch to the camera. 

She's not only beautiful, but sexy as hell, too, he thought. To get that job, she must be fucking Mellon... I wonder if that asshole would give her to me for a night or two?

My mother's face and tone of voice seemed so relieved when I told her I turned down a job offer from Mr. Massengale it made me think she knew what his offer had been.

"Good for you, John," she said. "You're smart and a hard worker---I just know you will find a better job than that!"

I wolfed-down the last bites of steak and eggs and washed it down with real milk. 

Once again she was making big breakfasts; and even though I knew where the money was coming from to buy everything, it was a welcome change from dry cereal and powdered milk.

"Well, as a matter-of-fact," I said. "I have an interview this afternoon at All-American Hardware!"

A wide smile spread across her face and she beamed at me and said, "Honey—that's wonderful! I just know you'll get the job with your experience working for Mr. Jensvold."

A warm feeling rushed thru my heart and soul...it had been a long time since I saw her face absolutely glow with happiness.

She suddenly became thoughtful and serious.

"You know, honey, I might be able to afford to send you to college now...."

Her offer almost made me cry. I knew the sacrifices she was making for me and my sisters, but her mother's love and instinct to provide for her family made it all worthwhile to her.

I had never felt such pride in her, yet at the same time, so much pity for her, as well.

"Mom...thanks, but, you know, Julie is going to graduate this spring, and, uh...I kind of worry about what's going to happen to her in this new world...I was thinking if you and I work hard, maybe we can afford to pay her college tuition...and then the following year we can do it for Jenny, too!"

I saw a mist cover my mother's blue eyes. She reached over and took my hand in hers.

"Oh sweetie, you are turning into such a wonderful man---your father would be so proud of you!"

She wiped her eyes then continued.

"I am scared to death for the three of you...I mean, I can't believe how much this world has changed in such a short time...nothing is 'normal' anymore...I thought 9/11 was bad...and then 6/6 comes along---those darn Muslims ruined everything!"

I squeezed her hand.

"I know, Mom---nothing is simple anymore...seems like all the changes in the laws have just made everything worse...and the people too! Seems like everyone we know are having a tough time and it's turning them into people I don't recognize anymore...people are doing things now they would have never even thought about before!"

She slowly nodded her head and softly said, "I know, dear...I know...."

I helped her clean-up the kitchen and wash the dishes then excused myself.

"Have to get ready for my interview with Ms. Hatfield," I said with a smile.

"I know you're going to get the job, dear---no woman could resist a handsome boy like you with such a wonderful smile!"

"Thanks, Mom!" I beamed.

On my way to All-American Hardware I couldn't help but notice all the traffic and construction on Highway 10. I hadn't been out this way in a long time and I barely recognized the area.

When I passed the Flowerton Motel my heart sank with sorrow. I could only think of what my mother was being forced to do inside the rooms there and it gave me a strong resolve to do my very best to extricate her from her horrible predicament.

I was stunned when I saw the size of All-American Hardware---it was big enough to house at least three Wal-Mart Super Centers!

Why on earth would they need a building this huge for hardware and building supplies?

I remembered the parking directions that Bradley, Ms. Hatfield's assistant, had given me. I couldn't help but wonder if he was her 'Personal' assistant---thoughts like that automatically entered everyone's heads these days.

The office building was located behind the store. There were two levels, and what appeared to be an indoor skyway that connected the building with the store. The modern design was very impressive.

I walked past a line of people waiting in front of the Employment Center, and made my way down a labyrinth of offices and hallways until I saw a door that read, "Missy Hatfield---President and General Manager.

I stopped before I entered. My hands were slightly trembling; I took a huge gulp of air and told myself "You can do this!"

There was a large oak desk in what appeared to be a waiting room with four comfortable-looking chairs. Behind the desk sat a man who I presumed to be 'Bradley'...I walked up to him and said, "Good afternoon---I'm John Strong---I have a one o'clock appointment with Ms. Hatfield."

He finished reading a paper on the desk before he raised his eyes and looked at me. The way he grinned as he looked me up-and-down made me feel uncomfortable.

"Ooooo, hi, honey" he said with a silly smile on his face. He stood and shook my hand...he didn't have much of a grip. 

I hate to say this but between his rather limp handshake, and his high-pitched, squealing voice, my first impression was that he was gay...not that there is anything wrong with that!

He pressed a button on his phone, and said in a sing-song voice, "Ms. Hatfield, Mr. Strong is here."

I heard her say: "Bring him to me, Bradley!"

And then he said something that I must have misunderstood; he couldn't possibly have said what I thought I heard : "YES, MISTRESS!"

My heart was pounding as I followed him thru the heavy oak door to her office. 

OH MY GOD---I'd never seen such lavish, and expensive 'office' furniture in my life!

Ms. Hatfield was seated behind a beautiful desk made of...what?...I didn't know---I'd never seen wood like that...she was typing on a computer keyboard, her eyes focused on the monitor; her long, and delicate fingers made almost no sound as they effortlessly danced on the keys. 

She didn't acknowledge my presence; there were two black leather chairs in front of her desk that looked to me they belonged in a rich persons 'study' not in an office...she continued working on the computer; I felt foolish just standing before her so I began to lower myself into a chair.

"DID I SAY YOU COULD SIT?" she said, her eyes never leaving her work. 

I bolted upright like I'd been jolted with a cattle prod.

"NO MAAM---I'm, uh, sorry, maam!" I said while blushing the deepest red ever.

"DON'T SLOUCH, BOY---stand tall and clasp your hands behind your back!" she said never looking up from the monitor.

"YES, MAAM!" I replied, not quite sure why I was allowing her to treat me like this.

She wasn't looking at me so I figured I could look at her.

MY GOD, SHE'S BEAUTIFUL! Her long, jet-black hair flowing beside the prettiest face I'd ever seen...the cleavage of her black, low-cut dress---well, I HAVE to look! Her breasts look almost as perfect as Sarah's....oh God...my dick is getting hard just from looking at her...I hope she doesn't notice....

She continued working then seemingly out of nowhere she said, "The job I'm offering you will pay forty-thousand a year---are you interested?"

OH MY GOD!!! I was hoping for 9-10 dollars an hour and she's going to pay me double that???

"Uhhh, yes---YES MAAM!!"

"Good..." she said, still staring intently at the monitor. "Tell us about yourself!"

US?? I looked behind me to see Bradley still in the room. 

"Uh, well, I had a 3.8 grade average in school and---"

"We know your school and work histories---tell us about your personal life!"

HUH??

"I—uh, I-I'm not sure what you want to know."

"We know you have a very pretty girlfriend---Sarah--correct?"

"Uh, well, yes, but---"

"What's your favorite position with her?"

"Uh,we---excuse me???" Did she really ask me that question?

"DO YOU WANT THIS JOB OR NOT?"

Oh Jesus---I'm an idiot! How could I have thought that she'd pay me forty-thousand a year for a job I'm not qualified for without any strings attached?




Secrets of The New World Order Ch. 03



I decided on the honest approach. "We haven't had sex."

I waited to hear laughter, but instead she asked, "You've never dipped your little dinky in her snatch?"

My face was now perpetually red.

"N-No, maam...."

"DO YOU WANT THIS JOB OR NOT?"

What does she want from me? "Y-Yes, maam...I do want the job!"

"Prove it to us---when we ask a question, we want to hear a compete answer...let's try this again: Have you ever dipped your little dinky into Sarah's luscious snatch?"

It was at this very moment my heart and soul melded with my mother. I had to face the harsh truth that reality is the worst bitch-slap there is...I knew I only had two choices: work for Massengale, or this strange woman...I now totally understood my mother!

"No, maam..."

"NO MAAM WHAT?"

"I, uh...no, maam, I've never dipped my little dinky into Sarah's luscious snatch."

"Good boy...now was that so difficult?"

"No, maam..."

"I don't like 'Maam...if you want this job you will address me as 'Mistress', do you understand me, boy?"

I fought back the tears in my eyes. "Y-Yes, Mistress!"

She had yet to look up from the computer monitor but had somehow managed to completely emasculate me in less than a minute.

"So if Sarah has a luscious snatch---that means you've tasted it, right?"

OH MY GOD---SHE'S THE ONE WHO SAID SARAH HAS A LUSCIOUS SNATCH---WHAT IS SHE DOING TO ME?

"I—uh...yes..."

"FULL SENTENCES BOY---AND ADDRESS ME PROPERLY!!"

"I—I--I'm sorry, Mistress...yes...I've tasted Sarah's luscious snatch."

"Do you eat her cunt on a regular basis?"

Oh God, when will this end?

"Yes, Mistress, I eat her cunt on a regular basis."

"How often do you eat her cunt?"

Oh jeezzz...

"I eat her cunt three nights a week, Mistress."

"How often do you give her orgasms?"

"Three nights a week, Mistress."

And after all this time she finally looked up from the computer and stared straight at me.

"So, are you telling us that you're such a good cunt-licker that she cums every time you eat her out?"

"Yes, Mistress."

"YES WHAT, BOY?"

Oh nooo...

"Yes, Mistress...I make Sarah cum every time I eat her cunt."

"Do you believe this boy, Bradley?"

And from behind me I heard his answer.

"He sounds awfully braggadocious to me, Mistress!"

"What do you think of him so far, Bradley, do you like him?"

"I don't know, Mistress, all I can see are his clothes!"

"Good point! Do you think he's boxers or briefs, Bradley?"

And in the most faggotty voice I've ever heard he replied, "Oooo, Mistress---he's definitely tightie-whities!"

I KNEW what was coming next---I KNEW if I didn't run from the room now I would be lost forever---I KNEW what my response would be....

"Okay, Cutie---strip down to your undies!"

And in a voice I didn't recognize, I said, "Yes, Mistress."

I began to unbutton my shirt then suddenly I felt Bradley's hands on me.

"Oh please---may I, Mistress---may I?" he excitedly asked in a high-pitched squeal.

"Forgive me for not thinking of you, Bradley, of course you may!"

"Thank you, Mistress---thank you!"

Bradley stood in front of me, inches away. He was three-inches taller than me, and from what I could see, in extremely good shape.

He slowly unbuttoned my shirt, all-the-while gloating in my face. This was my last chance to escape. To this day, I believe Mistress was reading my mind.

"You know, Cutie, you are free to leave anytime you want...but if you do, you will never have another opportunity like this the rest of your miserable little life!"

Opportunity???

"What do you want, Cutie...do you want to leave, or do you want Bradley to take down your slacks?"

I stood before the most powerful woman I'd ever met---a woman so strong, one word or even a glance from her and I was helpless as a little boy. And the worst part was, I had a rock-hard, throbbing erection that couldn't wait to be released.

Once again I asked myself if I wanted to work for Massengale...the answer was clear.

"I—I, uh, I want Bradley to take down my slacks, Mistress," I quickly said.

"Well then, ask him nicely, dear."

I was beyond mortification. I was so totally aroused by her strength and charisma, I knew I would submit to whatever she demanded.

"B-Bradley...would you please take down my slacks?"

Before he could respond Mistress said, "If you give Bradley a nice, sweet kiss, he might do what you ask..."

Her request did not surprise me. I knew what would be expected of me from here on out.

"...and Cutie, I think it only proper if you ask Bradley if you could kiss him!"

"Yes, Mistress," I said automatically.

My mind was lost in a fog of lust and despair. I was too far gone to stop now. It was painfully obvious to me I was about to engage in homosexual activity...I wondered if I would either retch or throw-up.

"May I kiss you, Bradley?" I said with a very shaky voice, gazing into his steely-blue eyes.

His expression had changed from smarmy arrogance to desire. I could tell he wanted me, and wanted me badly.

"I'd love to have you kiss me, Sweetie!" he said in a throaty whisper.

He didn't make it easy for me...I had to stand on my tiptoes to reach his lips. My very first kiss with a guy...when I closed my eyes it wasn't as bad as I thought it would be...I felt his hand on my slacks---he squeezed my erection and I groaned into his mouth.

He broke the kiss, went to his knees, and lowered my slacks.

"Ooooo, Mistress---I was wrong---what cute little panties he has!" cooed Bradley.

I stood before them wearing nothing but my black, string bikini briefs.

"They're not panties," I feebly protested. "I buy them in the men's department."

They couldn't care less what I was saying. They were staring at my boner pushing out the front of my briefs.

Bradley stood and took me in his arms. I didn't resist. We kissed and he slid his hand into my briefs...I gasped aloud when he took hold of my hard-on.

"Bradley, be a dear and show me his little dinky."

"Yes, Mistress," he replied. He broke our embrace, stood behind me and slowly lowered my briefs. 

When my erection sprang into view Mistress exclaimed, "Oh look at the cute little dinky---how precious!"

I thought I should feel shame or embarrassment but all I felt was a deep need to climax.

I watched Mistress clear her desk then heard her say, "Bradley, let's see what Cutie has in those tiny balls of his!"

"Oooo, my pleasure, Mistress---thank you!"

I wondered what she'd meant---I soon found out.

He gently nudged me forward until my legs brushed against the desk, then from behind, he wrapped his hand around my pulsating cock and vigorously frigged me. His other hand pushed my legs further apart and claimed hold of my balls.

I did my best not to show that I liked what he was doing...but Goddamn he was good!

I inwardly laughed at myself: Of course he's good---he's queer!

I closed my eyes and surrendered to his wonderful hand. I heard them talking thru my lust-fueled haze.

"For such a delicate boy, he sure has a lot of hair in all the wrong places," she said. 

"Yes he does, Mistress," answered Bradley. "I'll 'groom' him tomorrow morning before work."

I vaguely understood what they were saying but I was too far gone to object or protest...not that I would anyway.

His hand worked faster and harder. I couldn't help myself, I began moaning. My hips began a rhythm of their own. When my balls exploded I cried out...Bradley directed my spurting prick over the desk and I came-and-came-and-came-and-came....

When I was finished, Bradley scooped-up whatever cum was on my prick and presented his hand to my mouth.

"Here, Sweetie, taste yourself," he said.

It sounded like a command to me so I obeyed him and licked his hand clean. My tongue tentatively licked at his hand. 

He then bent me over and I heard Mistress say, "Clean my desk with your tongue, boy!"

Naturally, I had to do what she said. It didn't taste as bad as I thought it would...kind of salty.

When I came out of my orgasmic reverie I was acutely aware I was the only one naked, but for some reason, it didn't matter to me. 

"Shouldn't you thank Bradley for his efforts, Cutie?" said Mistress. 

I shrugged my shoulders and turned to kiss him but Mistress stopped me.

"No, Cutie, you will thank him on your knees..."

A minor alarm went off in my head; a sinking feeling gnawed at the pit of my belly. Deep down I knew I would have to do this sooner or later...I just didn't think it would be sooner.

Mistress stood and came around the desk and sat in one of the leather chairs...to get a better view, I guessed.

"Cutie, always ask the man if you can take down his slacks!" she instructed.

"Y-Yes, Mistress."

"Bradley, may I take down your slacks?"

"I didn't hear the word 'please'!" she scolded me.

"I'm sorry, Mistress---Bradley, may I PLEASE take down your slacks?" I corrected myself.

"Now why would you want to do that, Sweetie?" he teased me.

I hesitated---I didn't know what they wanted to hear.

Without missing a beat, Mistress said, "Cutie, do you want to take down his slacks so you can suck his hard cock?"

And, as if I didn't already know, it was for sure that I would leave this room a totally different person than the one who walked in only a few minutes before...

"Yes, Mistress," I said. "I want to take down Bradley's slacks so I can suck his hard cock."

"No-no, silly...you have to ask Bradley for permission to suck his cock, okay?"

"Yes, Mistress...Bradley, may I please take down your slacks so I can suck your hard cock?" I said, and again, I didn't recognize my own voice.

"Only if you promise to suck it good and swallow all my cum, Sweetie!"

Ohhhh---Godddd....why are they making this so difficult?

"Yes, Bradley...I promise to suck your cock good and swallow all your cum!"

"You may suck it now!"

"Thank you, Bradley!"

I opened his slacks but had difficulty lowering the zipper---his erection was fiercely tenting-out his crotch. I gingerly worked down the zipper then lowered his slacks. 

Surprise-surprise---he was wearing a crisp, white jockstrap. I briefly wondered if that would be in my future as well.

I pulled the jock down his legs. I audibly gasped when his erection popped into my view. I hoped they hadn't heard me.

I must have stared at his cock too long because Mistress urged me on.

"Cutie, does Sarah suck your little dinky for you?"

Did she have to ask me that question?

"Yes, Mistress---Sarah sucks my, uh little dinky."

"Is she a good dinky-sucker?"

Ohhh God...she just won't let up on me....

"Yes, Mistress---Sarah is a good dinky-sucker."

"Well then, you know how you like her to do it...so just suck Bradley's cock the way Sarah sucks your little dinky, okay Cutie?"

"Yes, Mistress."

I was deathly afraid if I sucked Bradley the way Sarah sucked me I would like it too much.

And my worst fears were realized when I opened my mouth and slid my lips around his velvety soft glans. I moaned into his flesh and prayed to God they didn't hear me.

I sucked him a good ten-minutes before I felt his balls contract in my hand. When his first stream shot into my mouth I almost panicked...I wasn't prepared for the deluge of cum that kept filling my mouth. I swallowed frantically, and often.

When he was done he presented his softened penis to my lips and simply said, "Clean it!"

I knew what he meant because Sarah always 'cleaned' me, too.

"Oh look, Mistress---someone REALLY LOVED what he was doing!" exclaimed Bradley pointing at my boner.

My worst fear had come true...having Bradley's erection in my mouth excited me!

I was still naked on my knees when I heard Mistress say, "Okay, Cutie, my turn...you can prove to me now that you are a good cunt-licker---get busy!"

She had already taken off her panties so I dove right in. Her pubes had been styled to a short and neat bush. I loved her aroma.

By the time I gave her a screaming orgasm, my prick was throbbing again. She took it in her hand, squeezed it, and said , "What a cute little dinky" then told me to get dressed.

"Bradley, I think we found ourselves a keeper, don't you?" she asked her assistant.

"Yes, Mistress," he replied. "He's definitely worth a try!"

I signed the contracts she presented to me with no questions or protestations. I recognized the second contract as the same 'Personal Assistant' contract my mother had signed for Mr. Bagley.

My prick was bulging the front of my slacks as Bradley guided me from the room with his hand pinching and fondling my buttocks. Just before we exited the room I heard Mistress say, "Be here at 6:30-sharp so Bradley can shave you!"

Oh my God! "Yes, Mistress!" I replied.

"OH, by the way---are you seeing Sarah tonight?" she asked.

"No, Mistress," I answered.

"Well then---no jerking-off tonight---your little dinky now belongs to Bradley and me---do you understand me, boy?"

The old John would have been defiant, and told her off---how dare you tell me what I can and can't do in private...the new John simply said, "Yes, Mistress!"

"I didn't hear a complete sentence, boy...what is it you're promising me? She asked with a snarky smile on her gorgeous face.

"I'm sorry, Mistress...I, um, I promise you I won't masturbate tonight, Mistress!" I said. My final indignation for the day.

When I walked outside the world looked somehow different to me. Brighter than I remembered---the sun almost blinded me. As I walked by the Employment Office I had to lower my hands to hide my erection from the people in line.

I was breathing hard, my head lost in a white-hot haze. It wasn't until I almost hit another car pulling out of the parking lot that my mind could focus. 

On the drive home, from time-to-time I squeezed my hard-on---the damn thing would not go down. A violent shiver raced up my spine---OH MY GOD---does this mean I'm queer?

Luckily, when I arrived home I had the house to myself. I knew what had to be done.

I marched to my bedroom, closed the door, stripped-off all my clothes and lay on the bed and stroked myself to orgasm...it took longer than usual---my fantasy of licking her cunt kept being interrupted by the image of his hard cock ingrained in my mind.

A single teardrop rolled from the corner of my eye. I took a thirty-minute hot shower but it did no good---I could still feel Bradley's hands all over my body.

Sarah needed her mother to take photos of her in just her underwear. 

She'd selected her sexiest bras and panties, and made frequent changes while her mom grudgingly clicked-away on the camera.

"Sweetheart, I don't like this one bit---a 'good girl' does not post pictures like this of herself on the internet!"

"Mom, we've already gone over all this...." she said.

And indeed, Sarah and her mother had talked at length about her plan to sell her virginity to the highest bidder. They had a special mother-daughter relationship: Sarah could speak openly and honestly with her mother about anything, and her mother gave her advice and opinions that she always found wise and valuable.

"Do you know what they call girls who do what you want to do?" her mother asked.

"Yes, mother---Personal Assistants!"

"Well, that wasn't quite the term I was thinking of, but, well, these days...." her mother's voice trailed-off.

Sarah stopped in the middle of her final 'costume change' and sat on the edge of the bed. She suddenly became overwhelmed by the enormity of her decision.

"Mom...I really don't want to do this...I want Johnny to be the first...but, well, you know...."

Her mother sat beside her and tried to comfort her.

"Dear, you are a bright and motivated young woman...I admit I was totally shocked when you told me your plan---I still am numb...but, I understand what many women are going thru these days...I am so scared for you and your future I can't think straight...in a perfect world your wedding night would have been very, very special for both you and John, but now...I just don't know anymore...."

"I know, mom, I'm afraid, too...I think I'm more scared for Johnny---there's a good chance he'll never have the opportunity to earn enough money to support me and a few kids...I'm going to have to be the strong one---I love him with my heart and soul, but a girl has to be pragmatic these days and well, unfortunately sex is one of the last few areas a girl still has some control over men!"

Her mom kissed her cheek then Sarah added:

"...and to be blunt about it, mom---a girl can only shake her money-maker for so long before men find someone younger and prettier...."

Sarah saw her mother's eyes mist-over; she threw her arms around her held her close.

"Momma...everything works out for the best...please don't worry...."

"Sweetheart, you are so brave! I am so very proud of you! I didn't want to tell you this, but it wouldn't be right for you not to know..."

"What is it, Momma? Are you okay?" Sarah suddenly felt alarmed for her mother.

She gave a soft, wry laugh then said to her daughter: "Sweetheart, I have done some things that I'm not very proud of, either..."

"Huh? What are you saying, mom?"

"Well, dear, with your father's wages being lowered, and the cost of just about everything going up-and-up, I've had to do some 'negotiating' myself...."

Sarah had a bad feeling about this. "Mother---what have you done?" she asked.

"Well, sweetheart, let's just say at the Chevron gas station I've been able to fill-up the car for ten-dollars...." she said with an impish grin on her face.

"TEN DOLLARS---THAT'S IMPOSSIBLE! How do you manage that?" 

But as soon as the words came out of Sarah's mouth, she figured out the answer. 

"OH-MY-GOD----is it Mr. Tarantino, mother?" she asked. Her mother slowly nodded her head. "MY GOODNESS, MOTHER---you're having sex with the owner of the gas station in exchange for gasoline?"

"Sweetheart, you're the one who has adamantly said these past few years, that if a girl just uses her hands and mouth then it's NOT sex!"

OH-MY-GOD...the sordid image of her mother on her knee's before that greasy man made her shudder with revulsion. It had never occurred to her that 'older women' were doing these sorts of things.

"Well, uh...he is, uh...is he the only one you 'negotiate' with, mother?"

"Oh heavens no, dear...you would not believe what me and my friends have to do for our families these days!"

WOW---the pretty girl was stunned into speechlessness.

"Don't be so shocked, sweetheart...men still find women my age desirable...you know the old saying---'A hard cock has no conscience'---well, dear, we all know men are basically rutting animals, and the only thing women have going for them these days are their 'natural charms'...frankly, dear, I don't know how many of these men stay in business, or keep their jobs!"

Her mother was open and honest, almost to the point of a 'who-cares—everybody-does-it' attitude. The girl had no idea all this was taking place in their small town.

Her mother continued: "You know, dear, I grew up during the 'women's rights' era---I saw dramatic improvements in the way men treated women in the workplace...and even men's attitudes in general...but in a few, short months we've lost every gain we ever made...every advancement in the quality of our lives have been rolled-back, or eliminated all-together---it is very scary!"

Sarah nodded her agreement.

"In the past year, women have gone from being equals in a 21st century world to chattel, concubines and whores serving men who have a medieval mindset---it's absolutely heartbreaking to see the challenges our daughter's are faced with now...I am so,so sorry for what you have to do to survive, sweetheart...but you know, it could be worse..."

"How so, mother?"

"Dear, we're only talking about sex---it's not the end of the world...you know, most women won't openly admit it, but many of my friends love the 'sexual freedom' they feel these days...sex had always been more of a chore for them---something only their husbands enjoyed...but in this new world, women are not only encouraged into having more sex, but to enjoy it, as well...women no longer feel the shame and stigma of sluttiness---they are now freely involved in sexual activities they only fantasized about."




Secrets of The New World Order Ch. 03



Sarah's heart swelled with pride as she heard her mother speak so open and rationally about what has become 'a woman's place in life'...she wanted to share with her what Pizza-Face makes her do at work, but decided against it...for now.

"One thing troubles me about your goals, though, dear..."

"What's that, mom?"

"Why do you think a college degree will help you so much? I haven't heard of ANY powerful women in this new world...what makes you think you can challenge men on their terms...and there won't be any repercussions from them?"

It was a question Sarah had been debating in her mind for some time.

"I've researched this on the internet, mom...there are still some uncensored sites where they profile strong, and important women---women you don't read about in the newspaper or see on Fox news...in fact, Johnny interviewed with one of these women today at All-American Hardware...I read her profile---she is an amazing woman...her mindset is work hard, be smarter than the men around you, and take shit from NO-ONE!"

"Hahaha...yes, dear, she does sound like an impressive woman! Did Johnny get the job?"

"HE DID, MOM!" she beamed. "He starts in the morning."

"REALLY? Good for him! What will he be doing?"

"He was a little vague on that...almost like he wasn't sure what his job was going to be..."

"You know, I had lunch with his mother last week---she's an amazing woman! She's become something of a 'rock-star' with all our friends...she was the first woman in town to sign a PA contract with a high-powered man...of course, at first she was somewhat ostracized and shunned by the other women...but as soon as everyone woke-up to the 'new realities' of life, well, we're all very proud of Judith for what she has done for her family!"

"Well, I don't think Johnny has quite come to accept his mother's new role...he's still kind of a prude, you know..."

"I think it's more difficult for a son to picture his mother with another man than it is for the daughter...I'm sure he'll be able to cope with it fairly soon...c'mon, dear, you have one more costume, right?"

My mother helped me with the low-cut, pink lace brassiere; the flimsy material barely contained my breasts. I slid into the sheer, pink panties and pulled them tight against my pussy. My wispy, blonde pubes, and the outline of the folds of my sex clearly, and quite starkly visible.

"OH MY GOD, DEAR!" exclaimed my mother when she stared between my legs. "You look like that poor girl who does the news on channel eight!"

I looked down and saw my pussy-lips bulging out the crotch of my panties and had to agree with her.

"I know...it's hard to believe that girl would expose herself like that before millions of people..." I said.

I heard my mother chuckle then she said sardonically, "Sweetheart, people who live in glass houses---or should I say, see-thru panties---shouldn't throw stones---or spread their legs!"

I laughed...mom never allowed me to get away with either bull-shit or hypocrisy.

"Yeah, I know it has to be a man's idea to make her show herself like that, it looks so gross that a woman wouldn't do it on her own...but still...." I said.

"They make her do it for the ratings, dear, just one more example of how the mindless men in this country have willingly been transformed into oinking and squealing pigs---not that they weren't that way before!"

We shared another hearty laugh.

She began clicking-away; she directed me in a number of innocent sitting and standing poses then suggested I lay on the bed.

"That's it, dear---open your legs slightly...good girl...now play with your breasts---yes, that 's good, dear...ruffle your hair---make it look like you're coming up for air after going down on Johnny!"

"MOTHER!" I exclaimed, and we both laughed again.

"Now dear, place your feet flat on the bed---yes, good---now wider apart---wider---wider---Oh my God, you should see yourself----you're going to earn a fortune! Now reach into the panties and open your lips for the camera!"

"MOTHER---THAT'S GROSS!"

"Sweetheart, if you're going to do this---do it right! Show all the piggies what it is you're offering them...oh nice, dear---very nice...you just made every man seeing these photos cum in his shorts!"

I laughed and she joined-in.

"Oh mother," I said, "I love you so much!"

"I love you with all my heart, my sweet darling, baby girl!" she said even though her heart-ached and felt like it was breaking into a million pieces.

"Did you watch the video clip I sent you?" Mr. Mellon asked me.

"Yes, sir, " I replied. 

On their previous evening's newscast, Fox news had taken their blonde-bimbo, Megyn, out from behind the desk and sat her in the same-type, upright chair I have been using.

The one difference between our newscasts now, was the Fox news girl wore no panties...her legs would be closed then on cue she would slowly open them until it became a full-on, bare-beaver shot for what appeared to be a two-count then slowly she'd close her legs again.

I was mortified the moment I saw it...I figured I'd too have to do my show sans panties.

"That bastard Rupert stole my idea..." he said, showing no sign of anger. "...and did me one better!"

"Sir, you're the innovative genius in this business---I know you'll think of something to top him!" said Miss Bevis standing nearby.

"Hon, I'll let you kiss my ass later—-right now I have to fight fire-with-fire!" he said to her.

"Take off your blouse and bra!" he instructed me.

OH NO---is he going to make me read the news topless?

When I was bare from the waist-up I timidly asked, Panties, too?"

"No...I think Rupert went too far there...men like a little mystery to fuel their imaginations!"

I breathed a sigh of relief.

He took the garments from me and gave me a halter top to wear...a very small and tight halter top. My breasts crushed against the thin material.

"Much better!" he declared.

I caught a glimpse of myself in a mirror...short-short skirt and a tiny top with a bare midriff---I looked like a well-endowed, teenage tramp! The only thing missing were pigtails.

Then came three sharp raps on the dressing room door. "FIVE MINUTES TO SHOWTIME, LIPS!" shouted Freddie the Stagehand.

"OKAY, THANKS!" I yelled back. I no longer protested my nickname.

Then Mr. Mellon said sternly: "A very important man will be on stage, watching the show with me...he is the Director of Region Eight---the most powerful man you'll ever come in contact with...he wants to meet you...after the show you will go with him...you will be on your best behavior---you will do whatever he wants---you will obey him just as you do me---do you understand"

I knew it was only a matter of time before he pimped me out to another man, it was in the contract I signed. BUT I never thought it would be to one of the most powerful and influential men in the country...for some reason, I was looking forward to meeting the man.

"What's his name, Sir?" I asked.

"That's none of your concern...you'll address him as 'Sir'---unless he tells you otherwise---understand?"

"Yes, Sir," I replied.

He looked at his watch and said to Miss Bevis, "It's time."

Miss Bevis came right up to me, put her arms around me and pulled me into her. She then kissed me hard on the lips. I tried to pull away but she ominously stared into my eyes and warned, "Don't fight me, bitch or I'll have 'Sir' make you blow all the stagehands!"

I relaxed and let her have her way. She mashed her breasts into mine; she kissed me deeply, our tongues melded together. I had no clue why she was doing this at this time---minutes before my newscast but I knew I wasn't allowed to resist.

Her skillful hands kneaded my breasts; I gave into her soft, warm lips and kissed her back; my long and thick nipples were hard as diamonds; she dropped one hand and began stroking my thighs.

"Open your legs!" she ordered.

I obeyed and she cupped my sex in her hand and lightly rubbed me thru the sheer panties. I began to moisten; my yellow panties dampened.

"Let's go!" I heard Mr. Mellon say.

Miss Bevis took my hand and led me out of the dressing room and directly on stage to the high-chair. A few strands of hair on my head were out of place and I moved to straighten them but she stopped me and said, "You look beautiful just like that, dear!"

I heard the director counting down, "FIVE-FOUR---" Miss Bevis moved offstage. "THREE-TWO-ONE---ACTION!"

I managed to read the teleprompter thru glazed eyes; my head was swirling and dizzy.

When I saw the director open his fist, I automatically followed the script and slowly spread my legs...only then did I understand the meaning of the woman's actions---when my legs were fully opened, I knew all of America could see my excitement---the dampened crotch of my panties, and not only that, but my stiff nipples threatened to burst thru the flimsy material of the tiny halter top, as well.

If I was still capable of feeling those emotions, I would have absolutely died of shame and humiliation!

The first segment seemed to go on forever. A wave of relief washed over me when I saw the director counting me down to the first commercial break. I managed to time it perfectly.

"AND WE'RE OUT," he shouted.

I took a deep gulp of air, but before I knew it, Miss Bevis was standing before me. She pulled me off the stool and kissed me. Her hands wasted no time in finding their intended targets. 

A moan of helpless desperation escaped my throat. Mr. Mellon's plan was painfully obvious to me now---Miss Bevis would keep me in a state of arousal for the entire newscast. 

"FIVE-FOUR..." She moved offstage. "THREE-TWO-ONE---ACTION!"

I tried hard to concentrate on what I was reading. Since all I did was read the teleprompter, I never knew what stories I'd be 'reporting.' 

There seemed to me to be an over-abundant use of the words TERROR and TERRORISTS and ISIS and AL QUEDA...at least more than usual.

When the director gave me the sign and I opened my legs I could feel the dampness had spread on my yellow panties. In all sincerity, I literally envisioned millions of men across America opening their pants and taking out their hard schlongs and begin stroking them.

The next commercial break came and Miss Bevis performed her ministrations once again. By the time we returned on-air, I was breathing heavily and my nipples were now painfully hard. I found myself hoping the director would give me the signal so I could feel cool air between my legs.

By the time the final commercial break came, I was beside myself with lust and desire. I had figured out what Mr. Mellon's intentions had been: after each break, I would increasingly appear more disheveled, and out of breath. He wanted every man in the country to fantasize I was playing with myself; that during the commercials I was masturbating!

By the time the director gave me the countdown for the last segment, Miss Bevis had successfully managed to get the entire crotch of my panties glistening wet; she had vigorously tousled and ruffled my hair so when the camera went 'live' it gave the allusion I had either climaxed, or was very close to it (which was the absolute truth!).

I pictured millions of hard-on's squirting gobs of semen and sperm straight up in the air when I spread my legs. I had to fight the urge to finish myself-off. I had never been so thankful as when the director yelled, "AND WE'RE OUT!"and the huge and hot overhead lighting went dark.

Miss Bevis helped me off the stool and ushered me to where I saw Mr. Mellon and a another man standing. I knew he had to be The Director of Region Eight, the man who would be fucking me tonight, and I searched his face and body for any redeeming qualities that would arouse me into actually 'wanting' to fuck him.

There were none---he was bald, fat and ugly...why are most powerful men either bald or fat or ugly---or all three? I asked myself.

"Sir, this is Jennifer," said Mr. Mellon to the man. 

For Mr. Mellon to address him as 'Sir'---I KNEW he was a powerful man!

"A pleasure to meet you, Sir!" I said feeling his sweaty hand in mine.

OH GOOD, I thought sarcastically, he's a glandular case, too!

He smiled and almost appeared to blush as he oh-so delicately shook my hand.

He remained silent as the redness spread across his face.

Oh my God, I thought. What do we have here---A SHY MAN?---THAT'S INCREDIBLE!

His eyes dropped to stare at my boobs and I took the occasion to look down at his crotch.

YES, my mind shouted. He had a sizable bulge in his expensive slacks. Is that a spot of pre-cum I see?

I was so worked-up from the newscast I wanted to reach down and measure his cock with my hand. I was hoping he'd take me back to my dressing room and fuck me immediately, but no such luck....

"I'll leave you two alone so you can get acquainted..." said Mr. Mellon. "The only thing I ask of you, Sir, is to bring her back tomorrow before her show!"

Mr. Mellon laughed then he and Miss Bevis left us standing there alone.

There was an awkward pause before he finally spoke.

"Um, uh, Miss McBride, I was wondering if, uh, maybe you'd like to join me for dinner?"

"That would be wonderful," I said with a huge smile. Lying to men had become second-nature to me now, but in this case, I really did want to get to know him.

In the backseat of his limo, he sat on one side and I on the other side. This man truly was shy! I wondered how to get him out of his shell. 

Suddenly, he asked: "Would you like some champagne, Miss McBride?"

"I absolutely adore champagne, Sir, yes I would like some...and please---please call me Jennifer, Sir!"

"OH---okay then--'Jennifer,'" he said with a nervous laugh. 

There was a small fridge against the front seat and I watched his trembling hands find the bottle (it had already been uncorked) then his attempt to fill our glasses; he spilled some on the floor.

He was about to sip when I said, "Here's to meeting you, Sir,!" and raised my glass for a toast.

I took the opportunity to move over to him until our thighs were touching. We clinked glasses and drank.

I looked at the glass partition separating us from the driver: it was very dark for privacy, the driver couldn't see us.

This man was so shy I wondered if I should make the first move. My heart began racing when I decided 'to-go-for-it'---Mellon was right about one thing: this was probably the most important man I'd ever meet in my life...and I'd better take advantage of my opportunity.

I placed my hand on his upper thigh and felt him flinch; I slowly squeezed and stroked his thigh and forced a catch in his throat. 

"Sir, I'm sorry...I don't mean to be so bold, but I thought I felt a connection with you from the moment we met!" I lied with the most sincerity I could manage.

"I---um, oh, it's okay Miss---I mean 'Jennifer'...I know what you mean...I was mesmerized by your newscast tonight!" he said in a soft, stammering voice.

I'LL BET YOU WERE!! I thought. I leaned-over and kissed his cheek. His face was as sweaty as his hand---he tasted of salt and English Leather.

"Ooooo, that's so sweet of you to say...." I cooed.

I teasingly slid my hand very slowly from his thigh to his crotch. My open palm brushed over his erection; his hips jerked and I heard him gasp.

My fingers found his hardness and traced the outline back-and-forth in his slacks.

He moaned and his hips began moving in time with my hand. I had to make an instant decision...any more of this and he'd cum in his slacks and I didn't want to risk embarrassing him.

I licked and gently nipped his ear lobe then thrust my tongue inside his ear and in a throaty, hot-air whisper I murmured: "Please, Sir---please let me take it out and suck it for you---I promise I'll suck it good for you---pleeeezzzzz....okay?"

He could barely speak; all he managed was a breathless "ohhh---okay"

I was delighted to find a thick and sturdy piece of meat---somewhat above average...I stroked it twice then dove down and took it in my mouth. I decided to make short-work of him, and in less than two-minutes he repeatedly filled my mouth with his warm gruel and I swallowed down every drop he gave me..it didn't taste as bad as I thought it would.

Once his body calmed down and his breathing returned to normal I cleaned his soft penis and pubic area with my tongue.

When I sat upright I whispered in his ear: "Would you like me to hold your balls?"

"Ohhhhhh..." he groaned, "...yes, please...."

We rode the rest of the way in silence. A curious sense of hope and purpose washed over me. I was bound and determined to give this rich and powerful man the greatest night of sexual satisfaction he had ever experienced.



Secrets of The New World Order Ch. 04



"Judith, you're awfully quiet tonight... is something wrong?" asked Mary. 

I heard her voice, but not the words. I was holding up a cute bra and panty set pretending to be admiring the sexy lingerie, when in reality my mind was a million - miles away.

"I'm sorry - what did you say?" I asked my friend.

"Sweetie, you've been distracted all night...your eyes have had that blank stare ever since I picked you up...you barely touched your dinner - what's going on? Is this about Johnny?" she asked me. 

The mere mention of my son's name brought tears to my eyes.

"C'mon, I'm taking you out of here," she said, grabbing the lingerie from my hand and replacing it on the rack. She led me to the front door of the store, abruptly stopped, then discretely pointed at a woman talking with a sales clerk.

"Do you know who that woman is?" she asked me in a whisper.

"No...I don't recognize her," I answered softly.

"That's Mr. Mellon's PA...I've seen her here before...she buys all the trashy underwear that poor girl on channel eight has to wear," said Mary, then she added with a chuckle, "She's the reason my knees have carpet - burn...that Goddamn husband of mine is watching her newscast when I get home from work and he makes me blow him while he watches the spectacle she puts on."

"Oh, dear - I'm so sorry!" I said to her. I was grateful to be thinking about something besides my son.

She laughed then said, "That's all I do for him these days...I blow him a couple times a day - he doesn't fuck me anymore - he says he's not going to 'soil his dick' in the same holes where 'that bastard banker shoots his load'!"

"He doesn't think Mr. Bagley uses your mouth, too?" I asked her incredulously.

"You know men, sweetie - smart and logical they are not! I have my fun though...whenever I still have a fresh coating of Lawrence's spunk on my tongue when I get home, I give Fred the sloppiest French - kiss I can...the stupid - shit doesn't suspect a thing!" 

I laughed and said, "I'm really sorry he doesn't want to satisfy you anymore, dear..."

Mary laughed again and said, "Oh please, sweetie - his scrawny dick has never given me an orgasm...all he ever did was climb on top - hump wildly for a couple minutes then shoot a puny load inside me...it was over before I knew it had begun - I have no idea how he was able to father three children!"

We both laughed. "Honey," I said, squeezing her hand. "I'm going to be 'extra attentive' to your needs tonight!"

I felt her hunger as she gazed into my eyes. If it had been socially acceptable, I would have taken her in my arms right there in the store and given her a long, and tongue - filled kiss.

"Oh my..." she said smiling, "...I'm feeling a sudden 'heat' down there..."

"Not as hot as it will be, dear," I said not missing a beat.

"Ohhh - Mary - Judith - Hi, how are you ladies?" said Beth, an old classmate of ours.

Mary responded: "Beth - Sandi - Hi...are you gals here for the latest line of 'Jennifer McBride slut - apparel'?"

We all laughed.

Sandi said, "Isn't it amazing that no matter how much the world has changed, men have remained the same? I mean, Eddie and I have our hottest sex now while he watches the 'news', of all things!"

Mary smiled and said, "Men are simple creatures - they'll never change...just model a pair of too - small panties for them and they'll turn into drooling idiots!"

We all laughed again then bid each other good - bye.

"Beth sure looks tired," I remarked.

"Well, you know, Sweetie..." said Mary. "She's a PA now for some construction foreman and I hear he likes it rough...and poor Sandi, did you hear she just did a thirty - day stint in the brothel? The moment she got out she signed a PA contract with the produce manager at Wal - Mart...you and I are lucky we signed contracts early - on with important men, otherwise we'd be in their shoes, or should I say 'kneepads'?"

I laughed out loud and said, "Mary, you're absolutely incorrigible!"

She immediately replied: "And that's why you love me so much, Sweetie!"

"Yes, I do," I said wistfully. "Can we find someplace private so I can wear kneepads for you tonight?"

"Oh goodness yes!" she smiled. "We'll go to my place - Fred moved down to the basement last week...all he does now is get drunk and pass - out - he'll be unconscious by the time we get home."

"Oh no, I'm so sorry," I said.

She smiled and took my hand in hers. "Don't be, dear...we never had much of a marriage anyway...in fact, I've been working on Lawrence to help me out."

"What do you mean?" I asked.

"Well, remember when Fred took out a second mortgage on our house? (I nodded) I'm trying to get Lawrence to force Fred into a huge balloon payment - he could never afford it...and when he defaults, Lawrence can have him sent to the BCC!"

"That's pretty harsh!" I said.

"Do you know why he moved to the basement, dear? (I shook my head) He told me he wanted to get as far away as possible from my 'skanky pussy' - I've had it up to here with the insults from that needle - dick prick!"

"I don't blame you," I said and squeezed her hand tight. "Mary, if it's any consolation - I can hardly wait to taste your skanky pussy!"

That brought a huge laugh from her. 

"Sweetie, I can hardly wait to sit on your face and grind my skanky pussy all - over your lips and cheeks!" she said in a hoarse whisper while squeezing my hand hard.

I finally broke down and told my mom I signed a PA contract with Ms. Hatfield. I had also mentioned to her what Mr. Massengale would have expected from me if I'd gone to work for him - I figured it would soften her disappointment.

"Good for you, dear," she'd said. She is always able to put a positive spin on bad situations. "At least, you're, uh, with a woman!"

I didn't tell her about Bradley and what I had to do for him. Why break her heart?

I still think about my first day at work. It was a day I'll never forget:

At 6:25 I arrived to find Bradley waiting for me. He marched me to the bathroom in Mistress's office and had me strip naked; I was surprised when he stripped as well.

"You will address me as 'Sir' at all times, do you understand, Sweetie?"

"Y - Yes, Sir," I replied.

"Clasp your hands behind your head!" he instructed.

I said, "Yes, Sir" and obeyed his command.

"You will arrive for work at this time every morning, come into this bathroom, remove all your clothes and wait for my arrival in this very position...do you understand me, Sweetie?"

"Y - Yes, Sir!"

I stood in the bathtub as he carefully applied some sort of hair removal cream to my chest, under my arms, on my legs and finally on my crotch. It stung slightly but the worst part was the erection I'd sprung feeling his hands on my body. I noticed, he too was hard.

He then said, "Bend over and open your asscheeks for me - display your 'pussy' to me!"

"Display my pussy?" It was the dirtiest thing anyone had ever said to me. My prick jumped and oozed pre - cum. I was grateful he couldn't see my face. 

I felt an oily finger between my cheeks; it slowly worked itself from my perineum to my anus. I felt more cream applied to my nether region. I jumped in total shock when his finger relentlessly burrowed thru my anus into my asshole.

He laughed at my reaction, but said nothing. He told me to stand and assume my position. 

When my body was covered with foam, he climbed into the tub with me and stood inches from my face.

"Now we wait fifteen - minutes," he said, then took my head in his hands and drew me to his lips; he kissed me long and hard; my prick began throbbing.

"Use your hands on me!" he ordered. "One hand stroking my cock - the other one massaging my balls."

"Yes, Sir!" I said blinking away the moisture in my eyes.

I did as I was told. The second I took hold of his cock my own prick jumped and twitched. I hated my reaction to feeling the soft flesh of his hard cock.

"Look me in the eyes whenever you play with my cock, boy!" he said with a slight smile on his face.

"Y - Yes, Sir!" I said. He had me stroke him slowly at first. I could feel every ridge and vein as I moved my hand back - and - forth on his hot flesh.

His big brown eyes bore into my skull. I felt his power and control over me. The expression on his face was one of mild amusement, and lust. He knew I was his to do his bidding, and it seemed to inflame him even more.

"Tell me how much you love having a man's hard penis in your hand!" he commanded me.

Oh no...here we go again! I had no other choice but to obey him, and tell him what he wanted to hear.

"Y - Yes, Sir...I love having your hard penis in my hand..."

"No, boy - that's not what I said...you love feeling any man's hard penis, do you not?"

What? No, that's not right...I've never done this for any other man.

"Johnny, from your reactions yesterday, and this morning (he looked at my erection), you are bi - sexual - don't be ashamed of it - embrace it...Mistress and I own you, and you will be having sex not only with her and me, but other women and men, too...the sooner you accept your sexuality - the sooner you will be able to enjoy being a sex toy for men and women!"

'A sex toy for men and women'? Oh my God...

His erection began pulsating in my hand; his reaction caused my own prick to jump and my balls to ache for release. Oh my God - can he be right? I DO like feeling his cock in my hands...and I liked it in my mouth, too! Ohhh, I'm so - so sorry my sweet, sweet Sarah!

"Let's try this again: you love hard cocks as much as you love wet pussies, is this correct?"

Oh - God - oh - God - oh God...

My head exploded: "YES - YES, SIR - I LOVE HARD COCKS AS MUCH AS I LOVE WET PUSSIES!"

"What do you love about hard cocks?"

Ooo - noooo...please don't make me answer that question...

"WELL - SPEAK - UP, BOY!"

"I LOVE A HOT AND SMOOTH COCK - I LOVE FEELING IT IN MY HANDS - I LOVED TAKING YOUR COCK IN MY MOUTH - I LOVE MAKING A HARD COCK SPURT IT'S CUM - IT MAKES ME CRAZY - I LOVE PLEASING PEOPLE...oh my God, I'm going to hell..."

His lips on mine were warm and pliant. I eagerly took his tongue into my open mouth.

"Do you want to make me cum now, boy? Do you want to watch and feel the cum shooting out of my cock?"

"Ohhhhhh - yes, I want to make you, cum, Sir - YES - I WANT TO WATCH IT SHOOTING OUT OF YOUR HARD COCK!"

"Good boy," he said stroking my hair. "Go faster now - make me cum - FASTER BOY!"

OOHHHH—YES, SIR - THANK YOU, SIR!"

My balls felt heavy and painful as I stared at my hand frigging his cock as fast as I could. My breath caught in my throat—my jaw dropped open - my eyes glued to his cockhead waiting - waiting for his sperm and semen to shoot out his slit - my ears waiting to hear his cries of joy - I wanted desperately to see and hear his climax.

My hand became a blur...the moans escaping his throat were music to my ears - my own prick swelled bigger - my balls felt even heavier in my scrotum.

His balls grew larger in my hand and I squeezed his cock harder and stroked him even faster...he announced his orgasm with a shout and his body gyrated and contorted with spasms as the first jet of cum shot straight - out of his cock and landed square on my belly - I watched rope - after - rope of semen squirt from his slit like it was shot out of a cannon...suddenly, I got so excited handling his pulsating cock my own balls exploded—my pent - up lust rushed out of my balls and sprayed all over Bradley's stomach...I cried - out "OH - GOD—OH - GOD—OH - GOD—YES - YES - YESSSSSSS..."

He took my head and kissed me deeply. I returned the kiss with a passion and fervor I'd never known. 

When our breathing returned to normal he looked me in the eyes and said, "Sweetie, welcome to my world - you're as easy as a two - dollar whore!"

His words echoed in my mind. Oh God - he's right - I AM a whore! I'm so sorry Sarah - I do love hard cocks as much as your sweet pussy!!

He wore rubber gloves; he turned on the shower and ran his hands over my body as he rinsed the cream off me. I watched my body hair rush down the swirling drain with amazement, and a strange sense of sadness.

The old me was gone forever...

Once I was dry and clean, he walked me into the office and positioned me in front of mistress's desk.

"Keep your hands clasped behind your head - eyes looking at her chair...legs further apart - wider - wider than that...yes, good boy..."

His hand massaged my buttocks - my penis twitched...his finger was pressing my anus - he pushed it inside me - oh my God, I am so weak, I thought, when his ministrations caused my prick to rise to full erection once again.

"Remain like this until Mistress inspects you!" he said sharply.

"Yes, Sir!" I replied, and heard him leave the office.

I waited like that for what seemed like a long time. Standing naked with an erection in my bosses office made my life now seem surreal - no, unreal; 'new realities' were everywhere, and I was now living my own.

Everything I'd learned in school and life lessons my parents taught me were irrelevant, obsolete. What was true six - months ago is now false; up is now down - black is now white. 

I heard Mr. Jensvold's parting advice to me: "John, regardless who you work for, I am afraid you will be required to perform duties you will find objectionable and distasteful - I am sorry, but you will be forced to grow - up quicker than a boy your age in the old world...listen and learn and obey...'they' will attempt to transform you into a boy you are not - do not judge yourself too harshly - do not judge yourself at all...at this moment in time you have only two options: resist and rebel against 'them' and your life will become short, painful and meaningless...conform to the 'new realities' and you may find yourself on the 'inside' of The New World Order, and it is only from there you can make a difference - listen, learn and obey but more importantly - be aware of your surroundings - people, places and things - take nothing for granted - study how the self - appointed 'Superiors' live and think, and react accordingly...this will be a long war, don't invest too much of yourself in individual battles...you will be tested and challenged, accept the challenges and always remind yourself whatever actions are required of you, no matter how distasteful - perform the tasks with the understanding they are for the greater good - survival of you and your family is now your only goal in life - listen, learn and obey and sometime in the future, you will have the experience and knowledge to fight them on your terms."

Mr. Jensvold knew my fate - he KNEW I would be required to use my body for survival...he was telling me to be patient; to observe and study everything and everyone around me until I could make informed decisions and formulate my own plan!

I heard the office door open. Bradley was informing Mistress of the days meetings and items that required her personal attention. I remained frozen in place. My heart beat faster.

An old cliché came to mind: The longest journey begins with a single step...then I repeated what would become a lifetime mantra: 'Listen, learn and obey.'

"That will be all, Bradley," I heard her finally say.

"But Mistress - can't I stay - I mean - "

"THAT WILL BE ALL, BRADLEY!"

The power and force in her tone of voice sent shivers up my spine. I guessed it had the same affect on Bradley because I heard him meekly say, "Yes, Mistress - I'm sorry, Mistress!" and the office door closed and I was alone with my boss for the first time.

"Good morning, Cutie," she said from behind me.

"Good morning, Mistress," I replied.

I felt her hand on my back. She softly stroked my flesh. Her hands lightly rubbed my underarms and chest; I figured she was making sure my body hair was gone, but her touches her were causing my hard prick to twitch and jump. I wondered if she noticed my excitement.

"Very nice..." she said, "...your skin is as soft and smooth as a girls..."

I remained silent but blushed a deep red.

Her hand began kneading and squeezing the soft and sensitive flesh of my buttocks. My mind began melting away again into a lusty haze; I was hoping she'd take my erection in her skilled hand, but to my surprise, she slipped a long finger between my buttocks and stroked my perineum; I was absolutely mortified when her finger massaged my anus.

She abruptly stopped and stood before me. She was at least five - inches taller than me and when I dared to look up at her beautiful face she frowned and said, "Did I give you permission to look at me?"

I embarrassingly stammered, "No, Mistress - I'm sorry Mistress!"

She chuckled and said, "Good answer, boy..."

Then both of her hands were on me 'down there'...she lifted my scrotum and felt all around...she squeezed my erection and gave it three - four strokes.

"It feels so much better and even looks bigger without all that nasty hair, don't you agree?" she asked.

I looked down for the first time, and she was right - it DID appear bigger now.

"Y - Yes, Mistress..." I replied.

I hadn't realized I was leaking pre - cum until her finger scooped it up and she presented it to my lips.

"Clean my finger, boy," she commanded.

"Yes, Mistress," I said and immediately sucked her finger into my mouth and tasted my discharge.

She once again ran the palms of her hands over my shaved armpits then up - and - down my smooth legs. 

"Very nice!" she repeated then went around the desk and sat down.

"I understand you pleasured Bradley with your hands this morning..." she said.

It was a statement, not a question...I wasn't sure if she wanted me to respond. I figured it would be best to say something.

"Yes, Mistress...I pleasured Bradley with my hands this morning."

"...and he tells me you loved it so much you ejaculated without even being touched..."

My face flushed red again. My eyes blinked - away the moisture as I held her gaze as instructed.

"I - uh, yes, Mistress..." I stammered. She made it sound so dirty. "I, uh, yes, I ejaculated without being touched - I'm sorry if that was wrong, Mistress!"

That beautiful smile spread across her face. My erection continued twitching.

"This is only our second meeting and you've already learned something very important about yourself...tell me what you have learned, boy?"

What does she want me to say? Oh no...THAT? She wants me to say THAT? She's a smart woman, she can see right thru me - I better be truthful with her.

"I, uh...Mistress, I've learned I'm queer!" I said.

She laughed and said, "Cutie - does Sarah's pussy and tits give you a boner? Did your dick get hard yesterday when you sucked my cunt?"

DAMNIT - my face turned beet - red again.

"Uh, well, yes, Mistress - Sarah's pussy and tits give me a boner...and yes, sucking your cunt yesterday gave me a hard - on!"

"Well, dear, that makes you bisexual - not homosexual...ten - percent of the population is homosexual...there haven't been definitive studies done on bisexuality, but I would guess the number is much larger than ten - percent - especially in this new world...so that means Bradley is limited to just men, but you and I can enjoy both men AND women - we have a much larger pool for potential partners...accept who you are and enjoy it, dear."

"Uh, yes, okay, Mistress."

And then she surprised me by using my name. "John, you're off to a good start here...continue like you are and your future with us will be long and profitable, and, ha - ha - ha - filled with thousands of orgasms!"

She smiled at my embarrassment.

"Don't worry, Cutie, we'll rid you of that troublesome shyness very soon...by this time next week you will have sucked the cunts of my executive staff - and some of their subordinates, as well...I do have to commend your girlfriend for training you so well in the art of pussy - eating!"




Secrets of The New World Order Ch. 04



It was difficult getting used to hearing such vulgarity coming from a woman.

Her demeanor suddenly changed; I saw the seriousness on her face.

"Before we begin your training today, I will explain how you came to be here, and what is expected of you...you will then have one final opportunity to walk away from here...BUT - if you choose to stay remember this: I will OWN you for the rest of your life! This is not temporary or part - time employment - you will be mine for 24/7/365..."

A cold shiver raced up my spine.

"Now, you may think running into me at your former place of employment was purely coincidental, but I assure you - there are NO random coincidences in my life - everything is planned down to the smallest detail...yes, I wanted to speak with your boss about his inventory, but I chose the time and day knowing you would be there!"

My goodness! Why would she plan to meet me?

"We did our homework when we arrived in Flowerton...we know the names and backgrounds of everyone in town who can possibly help us further our goals and agenda..."

Goals and agenda? What on earth is she talking about?

"...we have plans to do far more than to just sell hardware to schmucks and assholes - AND - even though YOU will never achieve a position of influence and power within this company - you CAN become an integral member of our team!"

WOW - heady words...but, I'm smart - I'm sharp - why can't I 'achieve a position of influence and power'?

"I see confusion all over your face...look down at 'THAT THING' sticking out from your crotch!" she ordered.

My eyes went to my boner.

"'THAT THING' is your worst enemy - for 99% of the men on this planet, 'THAT THING' is the difference between making intelligent, well - informed decisions versus rushing to ill - advised, and illogical conclusions...'THAT THING' transforms men into pleasure - seeking simpletons concerned only with which orifice to stick it into for instant gratification...'THAT THING' is the reason YOU will always be a 'worker - bee', submitting to, and obeying your 'queen - bees!"

She continued: "...and some of your confusion may concern the society in which we now live...the society that has returned women to second - class status - has reduced them to sex objects who exist to pleasure men...that is a false paradigm - that is the construct and result of small - minded, greedy men to consolidate their power and wealth...POWER AND WEALTH - that is their only agenda and they will stop at nothing to enslave the average human being..."

I trembled imperceptibly - she was sounding like Mr. Jensvold now and it scared me. 

She shook her head and said, "I am giving you too much information, but I have a gut - feeling about you...we know your academic record, and we studied the results of your CCE..."

Once again I showed visible surprise. The results of the 'Comprehensive Character Evaluation' which high school seniors completed is supposed to be private and confidential - available only to professional career and educational counselors. 

She laughed and said, "Yes, Cutie, we got our hands on all the results for the past five years, and that is the reason you are here - your beliefs and attitudes toward women mesh perfectly with our objectives...your answers on the questionnaire proved to us your natural deference to women, and your conviction that women are superior to you - which of course - we are! And your mental agility and intelligence will enable you to learn quickly; most importantly, your submissiveness will allow us to mold you into the acceptable male - role in our society." 

My face was as red as possible. How in the world did they come to that conclusion based on a silly questionnaire? Just because I respect and admire women doesn't mean I'm 'submissive' does it? And, my goodness, what does she mean by an 'acceptable male - role in our society'? What is going on here - she makes it sound as though all these women are planning some sort of revolution!

"John, this your your final chance to get out of your contracts with us...if you don't think you can serve and obey women - tell me right now and you can leave and we will never have contact again!"

My heart pounded - I WAS having second thoughts - when you're nineteen years old, a 'lifetime contract' is inconceivable. Surely at some point in the future I'll be able to re - negotiate the contract, won't I? 

My head was dizzy; swimming in a fog of doubt and confusion. My erection throbbed, pulsated. I was sure by the slight smile on her face she already knew what my answer would be.

She casually stood and walked until she was standing a foot from my face. She towered over me; I trembled when I looked into her deep blue eyes. I felt her strength and power.

She reached down and squeezed my excited prick; she slowly stroked it. I felt my free - will melt away forever.

"M - Mistress, I want to stay and serve and obey women!" I said.

"Good boy...you are going to be privy to sensitive and secret information...you must be willing to sign and abide by, our 'confidentiality and nondisclosure agreement'...any violation of this agreement will result in your termination, and incarceration into the BCC...and, Cutie, when released from the BCC I will make sure the only job you will ever be able to get will be in a male brothel...and I don't mean a brothel that caters to female clients!"

"M - Mistress, I won't say a word about this to anyone...whatever I learn here, I promise, will remain a secret with me!" I blurted out. The thought of servicing twenty men a day in the brothel made me violently shiver. 

She smiled and said, "Good boy...our system here is very simple, Cutie...obedience is rewarded with orgasms - disobedience is punished with spankings...do you accept our terms for employment?" she asked.

And thru the haze in my head I found myself saying, ":Yes, Mistress, I accept your terms for employment!"

"And do you accept the fact that your sole purpose here will be to serve and obey me and all the women here?"

"Y - Yes, Mistress...I want to serve and obey all the women here...I will serve and obey you for as long as you will allow me, Mistress!"

"Good boy," she said with a smile. 

She stared down at me and asked: "So tell me, Cutie, what did you fantasize about last night when you masturbated?"

"I, uh..." Tell her the truth, John - she'll see right thru you. "Mistress, I fantasized about eating your cunt, and, uh, Bradley's, uh - cock."

A wide smile formed on her face. "What did I tell you yesterday before you left this office?"

OH MY GOD - she tricked me into admitting I had masturbated!!

"Well, I...uh, I'm sorry, Mistress...you told me not to masturbate."

"So you disobeyed a direct order from me?"

"Yes - I'm so sorry, Mistress - it won't happen again!"

"Do you believe there should be consequences for your disobedience?"

"I...yes, I guess so, Mistress."

"YOU GUESS SO? YOU DON"T BELIEVE YOU SHOULD BE PUNISHED?"

I began trembling. Her use of words, the way she twisted them to mean something vague and uncertain scared me. I didn't know how to answer her.

"I, uh...um, uh...I - "

"If you believe you should be punished, I will give you a spanking...much of what you'll be doing here will be on the 'honor system'...if you knowingly break one of our rules, or blatantly disobey our orders - you will bring it to my attention and politely ask me to spank you...what do you have to say for yourself now?"

OH MY GOD - HUH? - WHAT?

I thought it out and said the only thing I believed she wanted to hear.

"MISTRESS, I, uh, I disobeyed you and deserve a spanking - please give me a spanking, Mistress!"

"Good boy," she said, "I think you and I will get along just fine!"

She sat on the edge of one of the plush leather chairs and hiked - up her dress and bared her long legs.

"Do you see the paddle hanging on the wall behind my desk?"

I searched the wall and saw the paddle...and on either side of the paddle were hanging a thick belt, and what appeared to be a cane.

"Yes, Mistress - I see the paddle!"

"Bring it to me, boy!"

"Yes, Mistress," I said.

I'd never felt so self - conscious in my life as I walked naked and retrieved the paddle, all - the - while my erection bobbing up - and - down in front of me. I saw a smirk on her face when I handed her the paddle.

She said, "Lay across my lap, boy!"

"Yes, Mistress," I said and immediately obeyed her.

To say she was skillful with the paddle would be an understatement. She was expert at making each stroke of the paddle as painful as possible. From time - to - time she stopped to rest and she would reach below me and give my erection a firm tugging.

I held out as long as I possibly could from crying - out in pain, but after the tenth SMACK of the paddle I began blurting - out "OOHHHH" and she SMACKED my buttocks even harder.

Actually, I wasn't sure what was worse: the pain she was inflicting, or the fact that her hand was bringing me to the brink of orgasm, and that I was about to humiliate myself by cumming on the floor below us.

After one particularly brutal SMACK she stopped spanking and frigged me hard and fast. In less than a minute I cried - out, "OH - GOD - OH - GOD - OH - GODDDDDDD" and my balls erupted and sperm and semen shot out of my prick like never before.

The moment my body came to rest, she said, "You made a helluva mess on my hardwood floor, boy - get down there and lick it up!"

"Y - Yes, Mistress - I'm sorry, Mistress!" I said while gasping for air.

When she was satisfied with my work, she said, "Okay, boy, time to pleasure a Superior Woman!" and I watched as she peeled down her dampened panties and opened her thighs for me.

"Yes, Mistress - thank you, Mistress!" I said and wasted no time burying my face in her pussy.

I gave her the best I had. She demanded not one, but two orgasms from my mouth. I had her crying - out and shaking ; I'd never felt such pride in my abilities. Satisfying her had become the most important thing in my life!

She made me wipe her pussy dry using her panties. She abruptly stood and said, "Put on the panties!"

HUH? WHAT?

"WEAR THE PANTIES AND ASSUME THE POSITION, BOY!"

"YES, MISTRESS - I'M SORRY, MISTRESS!" I replied, and obediently did as I was told. 

The sheer, yellow panties were much too large for my small hips, but the elastic waistband held them in place. I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror on the wall behind her desk and thought I looked ridiculous.

"BOY - time for work...you're going to be a valuable member of my team...All - American Hardware is venturing into a new territory...we are going to supply what will soon become, the largest weapons - maker in the country with raw material and supplies - we'll sell them everything they will need...they will be your only account...you are in charge of purchasing/receiving and distribution...you will do all receivables, payables and general ledger...don't worry - you will be thoroughly trained to perform every aspect of your job...see the desk in the corner? (she pointed to the corner of her office; I nodded) - that will be your desk...you will NOT discuss your job with ANYONE but me and your immediate superior! I have complete faith in your intelligence and abilities...if you have any problems or questions - you will talk with me immediately! Do you understand?"

WOW! Her speech scared me - this sounded like a very important job and I knew I wasn't qualified for the duties she described. 

"Y - Yes, Mistress - thank you, Mistress, I will do the best I can!"

Her face softened and she said, "I know you will, Cutie!" 

She pressed a button on her phone and I heard Bradley ask: "Yes, Mistress?"

"Send in Rebecca!" she ordered.

He replied: "Yes, Mistress!"

My heart sank: OH MY GOD - another woman was going to see me wearing panties?

I remained standing with my hands clasped behind my head. I heard footsteps then suddenly a woman as tall as Mistress was standing beside me.

"Rebecca, this is the boy I told you about..."

With my face a dark crimson, I turned to greet her. "Nice to meet you."

She had a smirk on her face as she looked me up - and - down. I wondered if my humiliation would ever end.

"Boy, Rebecca is my IT Manager, she will get you set - up on the computer and teach you what you'll need to know...you will obey her as you do me! You will address her as 'Mistress Rebecca' - is that clear?"

"Y - Y - Yes, M - Mistress!" I barely managed to say.

The woman boldly ran her hand over my hairless chest. She pinched and rolled my nipples until my prick was hard, and tenting - out the front of the wet panties.

"NOT MUCH OF A DICK!" she said loudly.

Oh no...oh my God...

"Very true, but his mouth is sublime - feel free to use him anytime you wish!" said Mistress.

She smiled down at me and said, "Follow me, pantyboy!" 

"Yes, Mistress Rebecca, " I meekly said.

She was just as beautiful and shapely as Mistress and I watched her buttocks swaying beneath her dress as I followed her to my new desk.

To my horror, she made me sit on her lap as she configured my computer, and taught me how to access the programs I would be using. I felt small and foolish. She explained everything to me as if I were a child.

The pain from the spanking Mistress had administered was subsiding, but the humiliation of sitting on a strange woman's lap kept me quiet and docile.

To make matters worse, she would occasionally take my hard prick in her hand and stroke it thru the panties. I was becoming increasingly agitated and my mind wandered from her teachings.

After an hour or so, she shut - down the computer and said, "Okay, pantyboy, show me what you learned...fire it up and go to your general ledger package!"

I fought hard to clear the fog in my mind and remember everything she'd shown me. It wasn't easy...she now had two free hands and she used them both to try and distract me.

She squeezed my erection, and massaged my breasts and nipples. It was like she was trying to force me into making mistakes. I took deep breaths and fought - off the lust that was overwhelming my body. I was ashamed to admit I loved the feel of my erection inside the nylon panties.

When I successfully navigated to the page she had demanded, I felt a surge of pride and accomplishment; even though my penis twitched and jumped with her slightest touch, and the pressure in my balls threatened to erupt at any time, I had managed to prove to her I could overcome adversity and follow instructions.

"Good boy!" she said as if she were speaking once again to a child. "Now open your emails!"

"Yes, Mistress Rebecca!" I said.

It surprised me to see I had an email. It was from Mistress.

"Open it and read it out loud!" she ordered.

"Yes, Mistress Rebecca!" I said.

I immediately saw there were three sentences, and they were repeated ten times.

I read out loud: "I was born to serve and obey women!"

"I CAN'T HEAR YOU!" Mistress shouted from her desk. "Read the entire email so I can hear you!"

"Y - YES, MISTRESS," I said. "I WAS BORN TO SERVE AND OBEY WOMEN!"

Mistress Rebecca began stroking my prick thru the panties.

"MY PURPOSE IN LIFE IS TO SERVE AND OBEY WOMEN!"

I felt her hot breath in my ear; she nipped at my ear lobe.

"MY SOLE REASON FOR LIVING IS TO SERVE AND OBEY WOMEN!"

Her tongue darted in - and - out of my ear. "Keep repeating it!" she ordered.

"Yes, Mistress," I answered. "I WAS BORN TO SERVE AND OBEY WOMEN!"

Snake - like, her tongue slowed to a crawl and she buried it in my ear.

"MY PURPOSE IN LIFE IS TO SERVE AND OBEY WOMEN!"

Her hot breath caused me to groan.

"MY SOLE REASON FOR LIVING IS TO SERVE AND OBEY WOMEN!"

She rolled first one hardened nipple between her thumb and forefinger; then the other.

"I WAS BORN TO SERVE AND OBEY WOMEN!"

She pinched my nipples hard - I made a loud yelping noise.

"MY PURPOSE IN LIFE IS TO SERVE AND OBEY WOMEN!"

The hand stroking my prick was now driving me completely insane with lust. 

"MY SOLE REASON FOR LIVING IS TO SERVE AND OBEY WOMEN!"

She whispered in my ear, "What is your purpose in life?"

Without missing a beat I shouted: "MY PURPOSE IN LIFE IS TO SERVE AND OBEY WOMEN!"

"Keep saying it!" she commanded.

"MY PURPOSE IN LIFE IS TO SERVE AND OBEY WOMEN!"

Her hand squeezed me tighter.

"MY PURPOSE IN LIFE IS TO SERVE AND OBEY WOMEN!"

"Good boy," she whispered, "...you're doing just fine...what were you born to do?"

"I WAS BORN TO SERVE AND OBEY WOMEN!"

"And what is your purpose in life?"

"MY PURPOSE IN LIFE IS TO SERVE AND OBEY WOMEN!"

"What is your sole reason for living?"

Ohhh - Goddd..."MY SOLE REASON FOR LIVING IS TO SERVE AND OBEY WOMEN!"

Her hand stroked me faster and harder.

"Now put all three of those together."

"Y - Y - YES, MISTRESS!" I said with a shaky voice. The pressure I felt in my balls was becoming unbearable.

"I WAS BORN TO SERVE AND OBEY WOMEN! - MY PURPOSE IN LIFE IS TO SERVE AND OBEY WOMEN! - MY SOLE REASON FOR LIVING IS TO SERVE AND OBEY WOMEN!"

"Good boy," she cooed in my ear. "Say it again!"

"I WAS BORN TO SERVE AND OBEY WOMEN! - MY PURPOSE IN LIFE IS TO SERVE AND OBEY WOMEN! - MY SOLE REASON FOR LIVING IS TO SERVE AND OBEY WOMEN!"

"And again..."

"I WAS BORN TO SERVE AND OBEY WOMEN! - MY PURPOSE IN LIFE IS TO SERVE AND OBEY WOMEN! - MY SOLE REASON FOR LIVING IS TO SERVE AND OBEY WOMEN!"

My hips began moving in time with her hand.

"I WAS BORN TO SERVE AND OBEY WOMEN! - MY PURPOSE IN LIFE IS TO SERVE AND OBEY WOMEN! - MY SOLE REASON FOR LIVING IS TO SERVE AND OBEY WOMEN!"

"You will not climax until I give you permission!"

"Y - Y - Yes, Mistress Rebecca!" I said. I prayed she would allow me to climax real soon.

"Why are you here?"

"I WAS BORN TO SERVE AND OBEY WOMEN! - MY PURPOSE IN LIFE IS TO SERVE AND OBEY WOMEN! - MY SOLE REASON FOR LIVING IS TO SERVE AND OBEY WOMEN!"

Her hand moved up - and - down my prick as fast as it could. It became obvious I would climax before she gave me permission.

"Keep talking - don't stop!"

"Y - Yes, Mistress Rebecca!" I said as my balls began to hurt.

"I WAS BORN TO SERVE AND OBEY WOMEN! - MY PURPOSE IN LIFE IS TO SERVE AND OBEY WOMEN! - MY SOLE REASON FOR LIVING IS TO SERVE AND OBEY WOMEN!"

Ohhh - God - it would be any second now...

"I WAS BORN TO SERVE AND OBEY WOMEN! - MY PURPOSE IN LIFE IS TO SERVE AND OBEY WOMEN! - MY SOLE REASON FOR LIVING IS TO SERVE AND OBEY WOMEN!"

And then it happened - I couldn't stop myself - my balls simply exploded and unleashed a torrent of sperm and semen inside the panties. Instead of shouting the ecstasy I was feeling, I continued screaming:

"I WAS BORN TO SERVE AND OBEY WOMEN! - MY PURPOSE IN LIFE IS TO SERVE AND OBEY WOMEN! - MY SOLE REASON FOR LIVING IS TO SERVE AND OBEY WOMEN! - I WAS BORN TO SERVE AND OBEY WOMEN! - MY PURPOSE IN LIFE IS TO SERVE AND OBEY WOMEN! - MY SOLE REASON FOR LIVING IS TO SERVE AND OBEY WOMEN!"

She held me tight to her as she milked every last ounce of cum from my balls.

"I WAS BORN TO SERVE AND OBEY WOMEN! - MY PURPOSE IN LIFE IS TO SERVE AND OBEY WOMEN! - MY SOLE REASON FOR LIVING IS TO SERVE AND OBEY WOMEN!"

When my body came to rest she wasted no time.

"THIS NAUGHTY BOY EJACULATED INSIDE HIS PANTIES WITHOUT PERMISSION, MISTRESS!"

I heard Mistress from across the room ask me:

"IS THAT TRUE BOY - DID YOU DISOBEY MISTRESS REBECCA?"

Oh my God...what do they want from me?

"I'M SORRY, MISTRESS - I'M SO - SO SORRY!!" I blurted out. "I COULDN'T HELP IT!!"

"WHAT DO YOU SAY WHEN YOU DISOBEY A WOMAN?"

Oh God - please no...I had no other choice. I turned to Mistress Rebecca and said:

"I'm sorry I disobeyed you, Mistress Rebecca - I deserve to be punished - please spank me, Mistress Rebecca!" I said, wondering if my buttocks could withstand another beating.




Secrets of The New World Order Ch. 04



"Stand up, boy!" she ordered.

"Yes, Mistress Rebecca!" I did as I was told.

"Go retrieve that cane hanging on the wall!" she commanded.

"Y - Y - Yes, Mistress Rebecca," I said in a pitiful and pathetic little voice.

"Assume the position!" she said sharply when I gave her the thin, whippy cane.

"Y - Yes, Mistress Rebecca," I replied with a catch in my throat.

I felt her hands slide beneath the waistband of the panties and push them down to just above my knees exposing my reddened buttocks to her.

"Open your legs wider," she ordered, "...and hold your panties up with your knees...I'm going to give you ten - strokes of the cane - if your panties fall to the floor at any time - we will start over...do you understand me, you impudent little boy?"

"Y - Yes, M - Mistress Rebecca!" I stammered. 

She made me wait a half - a - minute before she brought the first stroke of the cane down hard on my red buttocks. When I'd brought the instrument to her, I noted with relief how thin and light - weight it was, I figured it wouldn't hurt nearly like the paddle...boy, was I wrong!

While the paddle struck most of each asscheek making a resounding SMACK...the cane cut almost silently thru the air but when it made contact with my flesh, it seemed to cut a straight line into my skin...I gave a surprised YELP as my legs made me jump with pain.

"STAND STILL, BOY!" she shouted.

"YES, MISTRESS REBECCA - I'm sorry, Mistress Rebecca!"

The worst part of the whipping was I could watch Mistress Rebecca in a mirror ahead of me. I watched her use all the strength and power she had every time she brought the cane down viciously on my raw flesh. 

I managed to suppress my screams of pain into small, almost inaudible yelps of discomfort. By the time she was done, my buttocks were burning with purple, horizontal stripes.

"ON YOUR KNEES, BOY!" she commanded.

She stood towering over me; glaring down hard into my moisture - laden eyes.

A smirk crossed her pretty face; she presented to me her left shoe and asked, "Why are you here, boy?"

I took her foot in my hands, bent over and kissed her shoe. I stared up at her and replied, "I was born to serve and obey women, Mistress Rebecca - my purpose in life is to serve and obey women, Mistress Rebecca - my sole reason for living is to serve and obey women, Mistress Rebecca!"

She then presented her other foot and I kissed that too and repeated the words I would be saying to women for the rest of my life: "I was born to serve and obey women, Mistress Rebecca - my purpose in life is to serve and obey women, Mistress Rebecca - my sole reason for living is to serve and obey women, Mistress Rebecca!" 

"Good boy, " she said and patted my head. She lifted the hem of her dress exposing her black lace panties to my view.

"You will now pleasure me, boy!" she said firmly.

"Yes, Mistress Rebecca - thank you Mistress Rebecca!"

My hands were no longer trembling. I knew what was expected of me; I understood why I was here...to serve and obey women - why hadn't I figured this out a long time ago?

"May I lower your panties, Mistress Rebecca?" I asked staring up into her big brown eyes.

"Yes, you may, boy!" she replied with a grin on her pretty face.

"Thank you, Mistress Rebecca!" I said and took down her sexy lace panties.

By the time she flooded my mouth with her juices, my face was glistening wet; my cheeks and chin suffering a slight 'rug - burn' from her small patch of wiry pubic hair. Mistress Rebecca and Mistress were all shaved into neat, small, upside down triangles. I wondered if Bradley was made to kneel and trim their bushes.

"Stand - up and remove your panties, boy!" I obeyed without question or hesitation.

She handed me her panties and said, "These are now yours - put them on!"

"Yes, Mistress Rebecca - thank you, Mistress Rebecca!"

She slid open a desk drawer and retrieved two small stick pins. 

"You will display your panties on the wall behind your desk," she said then showed me what she wanted. A stick pin thru either side of the waistband spread the panties flat against the wall.

"Stand beside your desk!" she said and I immediately 'assumed the position.'

Mistress Rebecca left the room. I watched Mistress working at her desk while standing and waiting. I had no idea what I was waiting for; I was just following the orders of a woman.

Five - minutes later another tall, statuesque beautiful woman entered the room.

OH MY GOD - THESE WOMEN ARE UNREAL!! 

She walked right to me and stood over me, staring me up - and - down. These women made me feel small and insignificant; I didn't feel worthy to look her in their eyes; I stared at the floor and continued waiting.

She ran her hands over my shaved body and exclaimed, "What a precious little boy, Mistress!"

I heard Mistress say, "He is, isn't he? And he's a virgin, too!"

The woman laughed and said, "That is incredible for this day and age!"

"BOY!" Mistress shouted. 

Startled, I quickly looked at her.

"This is Mistress Karen, she's my Chief Financial Officer - she is your superior and you will work directly under her...show Mistress Karen how you greet a woman!" she said.

"Yes, Mistress," I said and fell to my knees. 

'Mistress Karen' was familiar with the drill. She kicked - off her shoes and presented a foot to me; I took it in my hands and kissed it then said, ""I was born to serve and obey women, Mistress Karen - my purpose in life is to serve and obey women, Mistress Karen - my sole reason for living is to serve and obey women, Mistress Karen!"

Mistress Karen giggled and said, "Hard to believe this is just his first day - you've done your usual superb job of training him, Mistress!"

I heard Mistress reply, "I can't take all the credit - he's a natural 'submissive' - he's going to make an excellent employee—AND - provide us with some very interesting entertainment!"

Both women laughed. Mistress Karen said, "Come with me, boy!"

"Yes, Mistress Karen!" I replied.

She sat in the chair at my desk and said, "Sit on my lap, pretty boy!"

Ohhh - noooo - again?

"Y - Yes, Mistress Karen!"

I winced when I lowered my bruised and battered buttocks onto her soft lap. The lace material of my panties felt more like burlap as it scraped against my sore flesh. 

For the next hour she explained the system features, and all the programs I would be using on a daily basis. She demonstrated each one in great detail. I listened intently; trying to remember as much as possible. All the while her hand stroked and caressed my thighs, and the burgeoning erection inside my panties. 

Finally, she picked - up the phone on my desk and dialed an extension.

"Gloria, bring me the files I have on my desk!" she said.

Less than a minute later, a short, rather stocky woman who appeared to be my mother's age entered the room; her hands held a large stack of manilla folders; she brought them to my desk and set them down.

"Thank you, Gloria!" said Mistress Karen.

"Thank you, Mistress Karen!" said the woman who appeared to almost curtsey before her boss.

Gloria turned to leave, but Mistress Karen stopped her.

"How long has it been since you've felt a tongue inside your pussy, Gloria?" asked Mistress Karen.

The woman briefly blushed but immediately replied saying, "It's been over two - weeks since I felt a tongue inside my pussy, Mistress Karen!"

The hair on the back of my neck stood straight. Uh - oh, looks like I'll be a 'boytoy' for not only the bosses, but the office workers as well!

"This little boy lives to pleasure women...would you like to feel his tongue inside you?" she asked the woman.

"I would LOVE to feel his tongue inside me, Mistress Karen!" said the woman who was suddenly smiling.

Mistress Karen said to me, "Boy, why don't you get on your knees, and introduce yourself to Gloria...if you ask her nicely, maybe she will allow you to pleasure her cunt!"

"Y - Yes, Mistress Karen!" I said while carefully going to my knees once again on the hardwood floor. 

How do they ever get any work done around here? I wondered as 'Gloria' lifted her dress and showed me her plain white cotton panties.

I recalled my training with Bradley the day before and said, "Mistress Gloria, may I please lower your panties and pleasure your cunt with my lips and tongue?"

At the urging of Mistress Karen, the trembling woman asked me, "Who are you, boy?"

I immediately replied: "I was born to serve and obey women, Mistress Gloria - my purpose in life is to serve and obey women, Mistress Gloria - my sole reason for living is to serve and obey women, Mistress Gloria!"

"Yes, boy, you may now lower my panties and eat my cunt!" she said in a throaty whisper. 

"Thank you, Mistress Gloria!" I said.

Her panties were already wet with anticipation. I was semi - surprised to see her bare pussy; it seemed the bosses here kept their pubic hair while their underlings were required to shave theirs.

I made quick work of the woman's plump pussy - lips. I had her juices oozing out of her in less than five - minutes. She came with such force that my face was momentarily trapped between her pudgy thighs making me gasp for air. When she finally relaxed, I gulped down as much oxygen as I could.

"This dirty little pantyboy loves to wear women's underwear," Mistress Karen said to the woman. Then to me she added: "Is there something you wish to ask Mistress Gloria?"

There was no way out...it was best to go along to get along...I couldn't bear another hard spanking. I was getting good at deciphering the women's wants and intentions.

"Mistress Gloria, may I please wear your panties?" I asked softly.

Even the accounting clerk knew how to stay with the script.

"You mean you want to put your nasty little boner inside my panties?" she scowled down at me.

"Y - Yes, Mistress Gloria...please allow me to put my nasty little boner inside your panties!" I pleaded with her.

She gave me her panties and had me dry her pussy with them. I then slipped out of Mistress Rebecca's black lace panties and easily pulled Mistress Gloria's panties up into place. Once again, the only thing that prevented them from falling was the elastic waistband.

"You know where those belong!" said Mistress Karen referring to the discarded black panties; and I retrieved two stick pins from the drawer and fastened the black undies on the wall beside the yellow ones. I was beginning to sense a pattern here.

Mistress Karen spoke to the older woman: "Thank you, Gloria, you may return to work now!"

"Thank you, Mistress Karen!" she replied and left the office.

"Okay, boy, break - time is over - back to work - come over here!" she commanded me to sit on her lap again before the computer screen.

She opened the top folder of the large stack her subordinate had laid on the desk.

"You are now going to learn how to input all this data..." said Mistress Karen. "...once you are finished, I will teach you what we do with the information."

"Yes, Mistress Karen!" I said.

I watched attentively as she inputted the numbers from the first folder. When she was done, it was my turn.

The moment she sat back and watched me do the work, her hands tried their best to distract me. She gently stroked and kneaded my flesh until my penis was twitching and pulsating inside the panties.

I was grateful the material was cotton, like my own briefs, they did not excite me nearly as much as the nylon and lace panties I'd worn earlier.

I was sure Mistress Karen was trying to get me to cum in the panties so she had an excuse to spank me, but I somehow managed to focus and concentrate on the job I was doing. Even when my balls swelled and mercilessly ached, I was able to control myself from ejaculating before I received permission from her.

I worked for over an hour; I had entered the contents of five of the folders; and while her hands had caressed and kneaded and stroked my quivering flesh, driving me absolutely insane with lust, I refused to give in to my desire to cum.

When I was finished with the sixth folder, Mistress Karen announced, "You're such a good boy! - Mistress, pantyboy has shown such remarkable restraint and self - control - I believe he deserves a reward!"

I heard Mistress reply from behind her desk, "Cutie, what is the greatest reward a woman can offer you?"

UH - OH - how do I answer that question? What do they expect me to say?

I looked at the thick, leather strap hanging on the wall, the lone remaining instrument of punishment that hadn't been used on my butt, and shuddered with fear. Mistress Karen had the strength and power to tear open my flesh if she chose to use the strap on me. 

And then it struck me like a bolt of lightening. I fell to my knees and proclaimed: "Mistress Karen, the greatest reward you could give me would be to allow me to serve and obey you - to pleasure you...please allow me to eat your cunt, Mistress Karen...I was born to serve and obey women, Mistress Karen - my purpose in life is to serve and obey women, Mistress Karen - my sole reason for living is to serve and obey women, Mistress Karen - the greatest reward a woman could give me is to allow me the honor and privilege of sexually satisfying her...Mistress Karen, please allow me to lick your pussy and eat your cunt - please grant me permission to use my lips and tongue and hands to make you orgasm!"

Both women were delighted with my answer. 

While working away between Mistress Karen's legs, the sudden and odd realization that I was going to love this job struck me hard. 

I already understood the meaning of the word 'submissive,' but it never occurred to me that my behavior towards women was a prime definition of the word. 

While eliciting "Oooo's" and "Ahhh's" from Mistress Karen with my tongue, I thought back to all my meaningful relationships with women and my behavior with them; yes, I afforded strong women great respect; sometimes to the extent I would suppress my own personality in order to please them. I would be unusually agreeable; careful not to anger or disappoint them. 

My own sweet Sarah was a good example. I never thought it possible that the prettiest girl in school would be interested in me; but one year when we sat side - by - side in geometry class, I found myself excited that she wanted to actually talk with me, and I did my best to make her laugh, and keep up my end of the conversation without saying anything I thought she wouldn't like.

Well, she fell in love with me, and I with her. It never struck me as unusual that everything we did on dates...the when's - the where's - the what's - were always her ideas. It makes me perfectly happy to go along with whatever she wants to do. 

It seems to me women naturally have the upper - hand in relationships. I mean, if you want to see them naked and have sex with them - doesn't a guy have to be flexible and sometimes do things he wouldn't normally do?

And don't get me started on the intricate wiring of the female brain.

I am a pragmatic, and logical man, but Sarah has the natural ability to bend my thoughts and arguments into pretzel - shaped ruins; leaving me confused as to what we were discussing in the first place.

I am constantly amazed that one word, or one look from a woman can tell me whether or not my thoughts or behavior is appropriate...I don't know - maybe I am the very definition of the word 'submissive'...so what's wrong with that?

Mistress Karen flooded my mouth and I eagerly swallowed her spendings. She was the fourth woman I tasted that day, and there were subtle differences with each one. I enjoyed them all; the very act of pressing my mouth to a woman's open and wet slit always made my balls ache for release.

I watched Mistress Karen wipe her pussy with the pink thong panties she'd been wearing. I nervously knew what was coming next.

"You'll wear these the rest of the day!" she said as she gave me the thong.

I removed the white cotton panties and pulled into place the tiny thong; once again, only the elastic waistband held it in place. My erection and swollen balls were barely contained; and quite visible thru the sheer material.

Mistress Karen was not satisfied until she pulled the thin strip between my buttocks completely in place flat against my perineum and anus.

I did not like it at all...I mean, a man goes thru his entire life yanking his underwear out of his butt - crack...it baffled me how a woman could walk around all day with a string pulled tightly against her asshole.

Without being told, I took two stick pins from the drawer and hung the cotton panties beside Mistress Rebecca's lace panties...my heart briefly fluttered with panic as I wondered if the intent was to cover the entire wall behind my desk with panties; a sight everyone entering the office would clearly see.

"Good boy," said Mistress Karen. "Come with me - assume the position - I'm going to introduce you to the rest of my office staff."

She held the office door open for me. It was as though she knocked the air out of me; I struggled for breath; alarm bells sounded in my head.

My eyes grew huge as I surveyed myself. OH MY GOD - EVERYONE IS GOING TO SEE ME LIKE THIS??!!

My balls had swollen to a size I'd never seen before; my prick was leaking pre - cum staining the tented - out sheer fabric of the pink thong. I felt her hand on the totally exposed flesh of my buttocks; she stroked the purple welts that had formed.

My heart sank with despair...any chance of regaining a semblance of dignity and self - respect were gone. I was to be paraded before my co - workers like a show - dog.

Going from the subdued lighting of Mistresses office to the bright and glaring work - area of Mistress Karen's people temporarily blinded me. When my eyes finally were able to focus, I became mortified, my skin broke out with goose - pimples...I estimated there to be twenty - five women behind desks, and I recognized almost half of them.

I saw a couple classmates of mine as well as recent graduates from the high school. There were several women who were the mother's of some of my friends. This was incredibly humiliating - just when I thought my situation couldn't get worse, I was proven wrong one more time.

With my hands clasped behind my head, I tried to hold myself high; defiant. I wanted to display a confidence that shouted to the females that my submissive pose, and pink, thonged - attire were the most natural things in the world - that I was proud to be shown - off like a prize bull.

But what my brain wanted and my emotions gave me were two different things. Moisture filled my eyes, and a dark red flush remained on my face the whole time.

And then - horror - of - horrors - I saw Sarah's best friend, Caroline, sitting at a desk with a wide smirk across her full lips; three nights earlier we'd been on a double - date with her and her boyfriend, Ted; her cold eyes were telling me: "I knew it - I knew there was something wrong with you!"

Mistress Karen said, "Ladies, I want you to meet 'Pantyboy'..."

OH MY GOD - IS THAT MY NAME FOREVER NOW?

There was a smattering of giggles and wolf - whistles. The older women, especially my mother's friends, appeared embarrassed for me, but the younger women were loving every second of my humiliation.

I'm not sure what was worse: my scantily clad appearance, or my meek and docile acceptance of the situation. A couple women approached me and ran their hands over my smooth and hairless skin. 

"What a pretty boy!" said one older woman as she rolled my hardened nipples between her fingers.

"And so submissive, too!" said a second woman who boldly grasped my erection thru the panties and squeezed.

My damn boner pulsated inside the panties flooding my mind with ever more shame. 

WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH ME?? The degradation I experienced should have made my dick as limp as a wet noodle...instead, it twitched and jumped and my balls ached for release.




Secrets of The New World Order Ch. 04



Mistress Karen spoke again: "Ladies, Pantyboy is part of your rewards package...if you want, you can spend reward points on him for an hour in 'The Play Room'...I can assure you his mouth and hands are well worth the investment!"

"I would hope so," I heard Caroline speak up, "...that puny dick of his will never satisfy a woman!"

WHAT DO PEOPLE WANT FROM ME? I WAS BORN THIS WAY!!

"Mistress Karen, how do we know he'll obey a woman?" asked Caroline.

I wanted to bitch - slap her in the worst way...she never cared much for me, and was constantly criticizing me to Sarah, and now she was going to bust my balls in front of the other women.

Mistress Karen motioned for Caroline to stand and approach us; she said to me loudly, "Pantyboy, introduce yourself properly to Caroline!"

It felt like a dagger to my heart as I sank to my knees and kissed the young woman's left shoe then looked into her cold, dead eyes and said, "I was born to serve and obey women, Mistress Caroline - my purpose in life is to serve and obey women, Mistress Caroline - my sole reason for living is to serve and obey women, Mistress Caroline."

I then kissed her right shoe and repeated my mantra.

"I CAN'T HEAR YOU, PANTYBOY - WHAT DID YOU SAY?" she shouted down at me.

What a vile cunt! She relished her humiliation of me. I wondered what Sarah would say to me tonight...I knew damn well this bitch would tell her everything that happened today.

"I WAS BORN TO SERVE AND OBEY WOMEN, MISTRESS CAROLINE - MY PURPOSE IN LIFE IS TO SERVE AND OBEY WOMEN, MISTRESS CAROLINE - MY SOLE REASON FOR LIVING IS TO SERVE AND OBEY WOMEN, MISTRESS CAROLINE."

"Mistress Karen, perhaps Pantyboy could 'perform' for us," Caroline asked, "...how do we know if that tiny thing even functions properly?"

The cunt was going to go the full distance with me. She loved my degradation. I had snuck a glance up her skirt and saw a sizable wet spot on the crotch of her panties.

"Stand up, boy, and assume the position!" ordered Mistress Karen.

"Yes, Mistress Karen," I said and did what I was told.

Mistress Karen stood behind me and I felt her hands push down my panties to my knees - I was now totally exposed to a roomful of women. My heart ached so much I wanted to cry, but I didn't want to give Caroline more satisfaction.

Then Mistress Karen said loudly: "Show your Superiors how a nasty little boy like you empties his balls!"

"Y - Yes, Mistress Karen," I said and grasped my aching prick with my left hand and began stroking it. I was careful to hold up the panties with my knees...I knew if I allowed them to drop to the floor I would be punished...a spanking before these women might just destroy whatever fragile ego I had remaining.

I could feel all eyes in the room on me. Thru my moisture laden gaze, I saw even my mother's friends intently watching me masturbate; the sadness and pity they'd expressed earlier were gone; all the women wore strange smiles and sneers on their faces.

It is logical they would enjoy my predicament, I thought. I have a penis, and in this New World, anyone with a penis is their enemy. 

In the last year, women had been made into second - class citizens with virtually no rights...so if they can witness the subjugation of a man - they would surely savor and enjoy the moment.

"Mistress Karen, may I assist this pathetic little boy?" asked Caroline.

Oh my God...why does this girl hate me so much? I have never done or said anything to her to earn this much spite.

She stood behind me and reached around and slapped my hand away from my prick. She began to vigorously frig me with her left hand. I hated to admit it, but her hand felt wonderful on my flesh.

She suddenly thrust the middle finger of her right hand into my mouth.

"Get it wet!" she ordered, and I lathered the finger with my tongue and coated it with saliva.

"You're a pitiful little boy..." she whispered in my ear. "Teddy's cock is twice the size of yours - he has a 'man's cock'...I have no idea what Sarah sees in you!"

I knew she was right having seen Ted in the showers after gym class. Her finger left my mouth and I felt it massaging my anus. 

OH NO - SHE WOULDN'T—WOULD SHE?

"Open your legs wider, and bend - over slightly!" she commanded me.

Thoroughly subjugated by her, I mumbled, 'Yes, Mistress Caroline..." and did what I was told.

She pushed her long middle finger into me in one thrust.

"OHHHHH!!" I cried out.

The women laughed and urged her on. Even Clara, who lived down the block from us was into it now.

"GO GIRL," she shouted. "FINGER - FUCK THAT SISSYBOY!!"

The heat in the room rose noticeably; I imagined twenty - five wet pussies all wanting a big cock inside them. I was sure the moment they got home after work they would either jump on their husbands, or masturbate with their favorite toy.

Caroline suddenly released my prick. I whimpered in frustration. She laughed in my ear and said, "Show your Superiors what kind of boy you are - jerk - off in front of all of us and when you cum - I want to hear you loud and clear! DO YOU UNDERSTAND ME, PANTYBOY?"

Her finger in my asshole was driving me crazy; she thrust it in - and - out; the walls of my rectum clinging to it. 

The only thought in my mind was ejaculating. Without thinking, I obeyed Mistress Caroline and further debased myself by frantically stroking my prick before these lust - fueled women. 

"YES, MISTRESS CAROLINE!" I shouted.

I heard laughter in the room when I began pushing my hips back to swallow more of her finger in my asshole. Then it happened: On one brutal plunge, her fingertip bumped my prostate and my balls exploded. 

"I'M - CUMMING - MISTRESS - CAROLINE - I'M - CUMMING - I'M - CUMMING - I'M - CUMMINGGGGGGGGGGGGG..."

I closed my eyes and rode the delicious waves of pleasure that rocked my body and mind. One spurt - another spurt - another spurt - another spurt...

The sperm and semen flew out of my dick and splashed to the tiled floor. The women laughed and applauded. I milked every drop out of my rapidly deflating prick.

"GET ON YOUR KNEES AND LICK - UP THE MESS YOU MADE, SISSY BOY!" Mistress Caroline shouted.

"Yes, Mistress Caroline," I said in defeat. 

I don't think the women saw the three teardrops that fell to the floor as my tongue lapped - up my discharge; they were too busy pointing out small puddles of cum.

"OVER HERE, PANTYBOY!"

"HEY, SISSY - YOU MISSED SOME THERE!"

And then I heard the cruelest remark of all from our neighbor Clara: "THAT'S IT, SISSYBOY - EAT YOUR OWN CUM - LIKE MOTHER - LIKE SON!"

I was made to walk thru the line of women with my panties still hanging just above my knees. This forced me to walk slowly, legs spread apart, my limp dick and empty ball sac dangling between my legs for all to see. 

It was surreal. A haze enveloped my brain. I was no longer John Strong, master of my own life...in two days, I had become PANTYBOY and SISSYBOY...I deserve the women's scorn and derision - I am far weaker than they - they are my Superiors in every sense...yes, I was born to serve and obey women!

When we reached the door, Mistress Karen said, "Raise your panties and go finish the paperwork on your desk!"

"Yes, Mistress Karen," I replied and gratefully tucked my small 'package' into the panties and returned to my desk.

I finished inputting the information in the folders just before 4pm. Mistress was busy at her desk; I wasn't sure if I should interrupt her. After several minutes I spoke up.

"Mistress, I'm done - is there any other way I may serve you?" I asked with all humble sincerity.

Without looking up she replied, "Come over here!"

I assumed the position before her desk. She finished writing something, looked at me and said, "Sit down, John."

I don't know why, but I was absolutely thrilled to hear her speak my name.

"Yes, Mistress," I said then sat in the leather chair directly across from her.

"We are very happy with your performance today - you have exceeded our expectations of you!" she said with a smile.

"Thank you, Mistress - I learned a lot today!" I blurted out. Her praise made me feel warm.

"What we did today was attempt to destroy the male stereotypes you hold to be true...I know the shame and humiliation you suffered was totally foreign to you...but you were able to discard your misguided beliefs of the roles men and women play in today's world, and you accepted the fact that women are far and away your Superiors!"

"Yes, Mistress - I know that now!" I replied.

"John, what we want you to work on from here - on - out is to embrace your new role in life...it is one thing to accept your fate - it is something altogether different to embrace it - to relish it - to happily free yourself to love your role in life - to willfully acknowledge that serving and obeying women is not only the right thing to do - it is something you derive great happiness, pleasure and self - satisfaction in doing..."

"I think I can do that, Mistress!" I said.

"You will find over time, that when you totally and without reservation submit to women, you will discover an inner peace of mind that very few men are willing to admit...what was embarrassing and humiliating for you today, will be standard operating procedure in your dealings with women in the future...you are a man so you are flawed by nature...but allowing women to nurture you - to teach you your rightful place in society - you will discover the hidden secret of joy and contentment that men have been stubbornly evading for centuries."

Her words both thrilled and scared me - to find that 'inner peace and contentment' I would have to give up my freedom and independence and rely strictly on the advice and judgment of the women in my life - I would lose all control over important decisions, and worse, what would Sarah think of me? Could she love and respect a man like me? 

"You will be ordered to perform many acts which in your old life you would have found demeaning and humiliating...now though, you will perform whatever act is asked of you eagerly, and without trepidation or hesitation...can you do that for us, John?"

"Yes, Mistress - I will do my best for you, Mistress!"

"You may not understand this right now, but you are a very lucky young man...millions of men live their entire lives in fear and frustration because they do not know their strengths and weaknesses and limitations - they continually make the same mistakes over and over simply due to trying to live up to antiquated male stereotypes...do you have anything you wish to say? Maybe a question or two?"

"Mistress...I, well..." I stammered.

"John, communication is going to be the key to our relationship...you will have NO secrets from me - you will discuss your thoughts and concerns with me and I will provide you with friendship and guidance...I want you to succeed and be happy!"

"Thank you, Mistress, it's just...well, I'm not sure how Sarah will react to the 'new' me - I love her with all my heart and I don't want to lose her but how can she accept a guy like me as her boyfriend? Won't she lose all respect for me?"

"John, we studied Sarah's CCE quite intensively - she's a remarkable young woman! I would venture a guess you already submit to her on most levels - that she is the dominant person in your relationship, is that correct?"

"I guess so - I want to make her happy, Mistress."

"John, come over here!"

I leapt out of the chair and hurried and stood beside her. She pointed at the computer screen and what I saw nearly knocked me off my feet. Icy fingers ran up my spine; I became dizzy and saw stars before my eyes.

"Your Sarah is a very resourceful girl!" said Mistress.

Mistress scrolled thru page after page of photos of Sarah wearing only bra and panties in lascivious poses on what I recognized to be her own bed.

"Did you take these pictures of her?" asked Mistress.

"No—MY GOD NO!...I - I don't understand..." I was dumbfounded; I couldn't believe my eyes.

"This website caters to the elite - it is priced too expensive for the average person to afford...it offers a variety of special goods and services only the very wealthy will purchase...and it appears your sweet Sarah is selling her virginity, hmm, both vaginal AND anal - interesting! Were you aware of this?"

"NO - I had no idea! How could she do this—I mean, oh my God..." I was at a loss for words.

"Take a deep breath, boy...what you find shocking, I think is not only brilliant, but quite intriguing...it says here she wants to use the money for college—for books, supplies and an apartment and car...goodness, your girlfriend is more impressive than we suspected!"

I stared open - mouthed at the screen. I was stunned!! How could my demure and sweet Sarah so lewdly display herself like this to the world?

And then it hit me hard: we had intentionally refrained from intercourse until our wedding night—we wanted that night to be special—meaningful...but now here she was offering herself to anyone with money! 

My first emotion was betrayal - I was sure that I would be her first...that I would be the only man in that part of her life!

But once I recovered from the initial shock, and logically thought about her reasons for this, my heart went out to her - I know the kind of woman she is and to have to resort to selling herself to the highest bidder something had gone horribly wrong in her life of which I was unaware. 

All I wanted now was to hold her in my arms and comfort her. To assure her everything would be alright - that I support her 100%.

"Are you going to see her tonight?" asked Mistress.

"Yes, Mistress," I replied.

"And what are you going to say to her about this?" she asked.

"Nothing - unless she mentions it...then I will support and help her any way I can!" I said with all sincerity.

Mistress patted my bare buttocks and said,"Good boy - you're learning quickly! Now take off your panties and pin them to the wall; then dress in your own clothes and you may go home for the day."

"Yes, Mistress - thank you, Mistress!"

"M - M - Miss McBride - I'm Mary Jane, Miss Bevis told me to come see you."

Jennifer drank in the girls beauty and figure. She understood immediately why they wanted this girl to appear on the show with her: A pretty young thing fresh out of high school with a clean, and wholesome appeal. It doesn't hurt she appears to be much younger than her nineteen years, too.

If she looks half as good naked as she does fully clothed, she will definitely give us a ratings boost, thought Jennifer.

"Do you know why you are here?" she asked the girl.

"N - Not really, Miss McBride - all Mr. Mellon and Miss Bevis said was to obey you like I do them!"

Jennifer felt her pussy moisten by the girls innocence and submissiveness. She cursed herself for reacting like Mellon and Bevis would, but it had been so long since she'd climaxed by any method beside using her own hands, she couldn't help but picture this pretty girl kneeling between her thighs.

"Well, dear, how would you like to be on my tv show?" she asked the shocked girl.

"REALLY, MISS MCBRIDE? OH MY GOSH - MY PARENTS WILL BE SO PROUD OF ME!" she screamed and jumped up - and - down.

Well, I'm not so sure about that, thought Jennifer. 

The girl's reputation preceded her (like everyone else these days): pretty, fresh - faced with a great body and not a clue in her empty head. Jennifer was sure Mellon and Bevis had already despoiled and subjugated the girl to the point she wouldn't be surprised by anything anyone may order her to do.

"Mary Jane, the role you'll be playing requires nudity—are you comfortable with that?" she asked the wide - eyed young girl.

"Oh sure, Miss McBride - I can do that!" she squealed and instantly began removing her clothes.

Jennifer felt a twinge of pity for the naïve young girl but quickly erased it from her mind: these days, feeling sorry for someone was a sign of weakness.

When she was naked, the girl stood smiling and unashamed before Jennifer with hands on hips, and legs open wide enough to expose her bare pussy. 

Wow, thought Jennifer, she possesses a total lack of self - awareness; standing nude before a woman she'd just met was no different than being naked alone in her own bedroom!

Staring at the beautiful and obedient young girl, Jennifer felt her will - power and self - control rapidly fading. Intellectually, she knew taking advantage of another female was wrong, but physically, her cunt was becoming wetter and wetter. Something had to give...

Jennifer raised her skirt and tucked the hem into the belt around her waist. Mellon did not allow her to wear panties to work so she opened her legs wide and gave the young girl the signal Miss Bevis gave her when she wanted service: she lowered two fingers to her labia and spread the lips apart until her inner pinkness was clearly visible to the girl.

The girl immediately understood what was required of her and went to her knees between Jennifer's wide - split thighs and used her lips, tongue and hands to satisfy the older woman.

Twenty - minutes, and two orgasms later, Jennifer, gasping for air, pushed the girls head from her crotch. 

"Oh God, Sweetie, that was fantastic!" she said, dizzy from the mind - crushing orgasms, and still breathing heavily, "I'm going to make you a STAR!"

"OH GOODIEEEEEE..." squealed the still - kneeling girl. 

Jennifer had the girl slip on her panties but remain topless - she loved looking and feeling the girl's gravity - defying breasts. 

She played the previous evenings news show from Fox. They now had their blonde bimbo, Megyn, naked, except for a very short, see - thru babydoll nightie, and between segments, she could be seen getting fucked on - camera by a rather long and thick cock. 

This damn 'Ratings War' is getting out of hand, thought Jennifer. Our news shows are almost as lewd and obscene as the 'primetime' shows!

Jennifer replayed the video from a few seconds before the first commercial break. She pointed out the background to Mary Jane:

"Now there she goes, opening her legs, but look behind her to the left—see the faded image of the bed? You can barely make it out but you can see a guy sitting on the edge of the bed with a hard - on - and it's a nice one, too...SEE? See that? Look closely over Megyn's left shoulder - he's stroking his cock..."

"Oh my gosh," said Mary Jane, "...if I knew the news was this exciting, I would've watched it before!"

When Megyn finished the last segment, the director's voice could be heard yelling "CUT" but instead of going straight to commercial, the camera does a slow - fade showing Megyn pulling - off the nightie and going to the man on the bed. 

For a woman her age, thought Jennifer, Megyn still has a remarkable body!

The blonde woman can be seen turning around facing the camera then lower herself very slowly onto the man's cock. The last thing viewers see is a closeup of the penetration until Megyn is fully impaled by the magnificent cock then the screen goes black and an Erectile Dysfunction commercial begins playing.

She fast - forwarded to the ending of the final commercial and they saw Megyn rapidly rising and falling on the cock then suddenly she stood, pulled on the nighty and returned to the stool and, slightly out of breath, begin reading the next story.

Jennifer sighed loudly and said, "Whew! How do we top THAT?"

It was a rhetorical question - Mellon had already given her explicit instructions for what she and Mary Jane were to do.

"Men don't want to see other men's hard - ons," he'd said. "Tits and ass and pussies - that's what men want to see!"

During the last three commercials the hard cock fucked Megyn in various positions (the man's face was never shown). The final segment showed Megyn, bending over with her elbows on the stool, facing the camera, her pretty face flush with ecstasy, as the man stood behind her, held her hips, and vigorously slammed in and out of her.




Secrets of The New World Order Ch. 04



Two seconds before the screen goes black, Megyn shouts - out then a closeup of her pretty face shows her beautiful blue eyes open wide; then she screams "I'M - CUMMING" and she makes the sexiest 'O Face' Jennifer had ever seen. The screen goes black.

She wondered if Megyn's climax was real or faked. Whatever - her own cunt was sopping wet from watching the spectacle. 

Jennifer turned to Mary Jane and saw the young girl frigging herself thru her panties.

"You can do that later!" she told the girl. It surprised her how hoarse her voice had become. "I need your mouth - NOW!"

The girl obediently dropped to her knees and buried her face between Jennifer's thighs.

Johnny and I sat in silence waiting for the channel 8 news to begin. I insisted we watch the show before we left for dinner. Mary Jane, the cute but dim - witted girl I worked with at Happy Burger bragged to everyone how she was going to be a tv star, I couldn't believe it, I had to see it for myself. 

I was still digesting the information Caroline had given me about my boyfriends new job. He had left out the fact he'd signed a PA contract along with the standard work agreement. In a way I was relieved. I had been scared to death that some rich man would want Johnny to be his bitch. I've seen the way some men look at my boyfriend. 

So when Caroline told me all about Johnny's day, and how he is now a boy - toy to a group of women, I was momentarily stunned, but soon came to appreciate the symmetry and irony of it all. 

That is, until Caroline told me what she had made Johnny do, and what she had done to him...that cunt actually bragged to me how she finger - fucked my boyfriends asshole while making him jerk - off in front of an office full of women!

I sat closer to him on my parent's sofa and put my arm around his shoulder, drew his face to mine, and kissed him. His lips were soft and pliant and parted eagerly to allow my tongue into his mouth. 

I saw the small bulge in his slacks and I didn't know if my kiss gave him an erection, or he was thinking of the upcoming news show. I know he has a crush on Jennifer McBride (hell, what man doesn't?}. I once surprised him at his house during her show and caught him masturbating. He was so embarrassed he gave me three orgasms with his wonderful mouth that night. 

I love Johnny with all my heart and all I want for him is happiness, but I worry about his lack of assertiveness, and his natural submissiveness. 

He's a wonderful boy—the key word being 'boy'...but he needs someone strong to guide him thru this treacherous New World. Ms. Hatfield sounds like the perfect boss for him. She can teach him his role at work, and I will take over when he's with me.

As for Caroline, I don't know why she dislikes Johnny so much. She told me every graphic detail she forced Johnny into doing at work and it made me sick to my stomach... I'll get even with that low - life, skanky bitch! 

We have been best friends since kindergarten, but she has changed into a petty, and vindictive bitch. She constantly argues I deserve better than Johnny—men with more ambition and drive—men with more money - men with bigger dicks who will give me orgasms when I finally have intercourse...

She doesn't understand - Johnny is my soulmate—I feel a connection to him unlike any other person I've ever known. I can't imagine going thru life without him. I will mold him into the ideal mate.

As for Caroline, I have to do something to put her in her place; she actually thinks she's better than me. The little bitch believes that being an accounting clerk at All - American Hardware for twelve - bucks an hour makes her special. I know with a 99% certainty she signed a PA agreement along with the work contract.

She's a stupid cunt - I've already had an offer for a hundred - thousand dollars for my two virginity's...in two - days when the bidding is over, I will have more than enough money to pay my father's debts, and live comfortably while I go to school. 

I smile at Johnny and he smiles back. He doesn't have a clue I'm picturing him wearing those women's panties at work, his cute little hard - on poking out the sheer material. Now that I think about it, he always has shown an unnatural interest with my underwear...heh - heh - heh - I wonder how he'll look wearing MY pink panties? 

Caroline also blabbed that he'd been made to go to his knees and satisfy at least four women with his mouth. When I heard that I felt a twinge of jealousy, I know darn well Johnny has NEVER been with another girl and everything he learned about pleasuring women was what I taught him...I guess I should take those women's orgasms as a compliment of my teaching abilities.

He and I are definitely going to begin a fun, new phase in our relationship! 

As always when the news show started, no one cared about what Jennifer McBride was saying, no, everyone wanted to see what she was wearing.

Tonight she was wearing a very skimpy, lace brassiere, the top half of her breasts clearly visible, her hard nipples poking out the flimsy material. Then I noticed she wasn't sitting on the usual stool...instead, she was on a loveseat, and she was not alone - a feminine thigh and leg was pressed against her leg.

Mid - way thru the second 'news' story, her eyelids fluttered and she sighed "Oooo"...the camera - shot switched to show a hand inside her translucent yellow panties; the fingers stroking Jennifer's pussy...I'll bet that's Mary Jane's hand.

Johnny shifted uncomfortably beside me...I placed my hand on his thigh and gently stroked it. I glanced at his bulge and saw a single wet drop of pre - cum leak thru his tan slacks. I decided our 'new relationship' would begin tonight.

Five - seconds before the first commercial break, Mary Jane's face appeared on - screen for the first time. She tilted Jennifer's face to hers and kissed her lips...when they returned from the commercials, the girls were still kissing, and Mary Jane's hand was moving faster inside Jennifer's panties...now you could hear them both moaning.

Mary Jane removed her hand and brought her wet and glistening fingers to Jennifer's mouth. The older woman eagerly sucked each finger into her mouth, cleaning the fingers of her pussy juice.

Jennifer went back to reading the 'news' while the camera showed Mary Jane's hand dip back inside her yellow panties.

Johnny was now squirming beside me...I knew his tiny balls were about to explode - it was time to have some fun with him.

I said, "I don't want you making a mess in your pants - you are not allowed to climax until I give you permission!" I squeezed his prick hard for emphasis. "DO YOU UNDERSTAND ME, BOY?"

"YES, MISTRESS—no, I mean, yes, Sarah - yes, I understand you!"

"WHAT DID YOU CALL ME, BOY - DID YOU SAY 'MISTRESS'?"

"Oh God—I—uh, please, I d - don't - "

"I LIKE IT - YOU WILL ADDRESS ME AS MISTRESS SARAH FROM NOW ON - DO YOU UNDERSTAND ME, BOY?"

I stared hard at his deeply blushing face...I saw his helplessness and confusion - I loved it - I felt a surge of power and excitement race thru my body all the way to my pussy...I was getting wetter and wetter...

"Yes, Mistress Sarah," he mumbled. His voice was small and pathetic; he knew immediately our relationship had changed forever; he understood I was aware of what he had become at work; and now his entire life - work AND home - he would be under total control of females.

On - screen, Mary Jane went to her knees and buried her face in Jennifer McBride's crotch. For two - seconds, they showed Mary Jane pull aside the panties, and thrust her tongue between the woman's slick labia.

For the next three 'news' stories, I was mightily impressed by Jennifer's concentration. She delivered her lines like a professional even though she moaned and gasped whenever the tongue flicked across her swollen clitoris.

I took hold of Johnny's prick thru his slacks and furiously stroked him. 

"Oh God, please, Mistress Sarah - I can't hold back - please, don't make me cum...oh God - oh God - Ohhhhhhhhh - I'M SORRY - I'M SORRY - OH - GOD - OH - GOD - OH - GOD - OH - GOD...I'm so sorry, Mistress Sarah...please forgive me, Mistress Sarah!"

I smiled at his shame for cumming in his slacks. I did it on purpose, of course, and now I would prove to him we were no longer equals - I am strong and he is weak - he belonged to me - he was MY property and he'd better obey me or else there would be hell to pay.

"STAND AND FACE ME!!" I commanded him.

"Y - Yes, Mistress Sarah," he meekly obeyed.

I smiled at the sizable wet spot on his slacks. My fingers rubbed the wetness and I presented my hand to him.

"Well - what are you waiting for - CLEAN MY FINGERS!" I snapped at him.

"Y - YES, MISTRESS - I'M SORRY, MISTRESS!" he said then quickly obeyed me and licked his semen from my hand.

I opened his belt and slacks then hooked my fingers in his briefs and pushed them down to his knees. 

OH MY GOODNESS - HE NO LONGER HAD PUBIC HAIR - MS. HATFIELD HAD HIM SHAVED!!

I scooped up more cum inside his briefs and made him lick my hand clean. I coated my hand with the remaining spunk off his prick and lower belly; he immediately licked my hand clean again. 

Caroline had also told me Johnny's buttocks were glowing red from a fresh spanking; my clitoris throbbed at the thought of having Johnny lay across my lap.

I stared into his moisture - laden eyes and said, "You were a naughty boy and disobeyed me...did I give you permission to shoot your nasty spunk inside your pants?"

I watched him try and blink away the tears in his eyes; an expression of hopeless resignation crossed his pretty face. 

"I'm s - sorry, Mistress Sarah - no, you did not give me permission to shoot my nasty spunk inside my pants..."

"...and what happens when a naughty boy disobeys a woman?" I asked him softly.

"He gets punished," he said. "I deserve a spanking, Mistress Sarah."

He looked so cute and helpless...so thoroughly defeated and humiliated it warmed my heart to know he was mine. I would do my best to assist Ms. Hatfield with his training. She had done an outstanding job in such a short time.

I furrowed my brow and said, "Well then?"

He instantly laid himself across my lap and I saw his reddened buttocks, and knew he was still feeling discomfort from his spankings at work...but decided I wouldn't be doing him any favors by going lightly on him - the sooner he knew his place in our relationship—the better off he'll be.

I raised my hand and spanked him hard. He muffled his cries and I was determined to hear him pleading for me to stop, or better yet, make him cry real tears.

An image on the tv screen caught my eyes: Mary Jane had her mouth firmly planted on Jennifer's pussy—her tongue diving into the older woman's wetness. Mary Jane abruptly stood, her lips and chin glistening with cunt juice. She kissed Jennifer and thrust her wet tongue into her mouth.

I had never been with a woman before...had never felt sexual attraction to them...but watching the hot scene between Jennifer and Mary Jane caused me to wonder what it would be like to feel a woman's tongue and mouth on my pussy. 

I couldn't wait any longer. I gave Johnny one last, very hard spank and pushed him off my lap. He fell to the floor sobbing like a little girl.

"Eat my pussy, little boy - AND IT BETTER BE GOOD!" I shouted down at him.

"YES, MISTRESS SARAH - I promise to make it good for you!" he said thru his choking sobs.

My cunt was flowing; spanking my boyfriend had brought me a new, different kind of thrill and excitement. I lifted my hips and allowed him to take down my drenched panties...I suddenly thought of Caroline telling me how Johnny was forced to wear panties at work, and how much he enjoyed it.

I snatched the underwear from his hand, and held them before his bulging, watery eyes. I ran the smooth material over his face and could not believe it when he sprung another boner so soon after cumming.

"You love my panties, don't you, baby?" I asked him sweetly, stroking his tear - streaked face. "You've always loved my panties, haven't you?"

His cheeks turned bright red."Oh God, please, Mistress Sarah, no, please..."

"Sweetie, look down at your nasty little boner - NOW!" I was ad libbing this whole scene, but it seemed logical that now was the appropriate time and occasion to forever cement our new relationship. I would finish what Ms. Hatfield had begun...

His eyes were blinking - away tears as he stared downward at his stiff dick. He looked so cute and little - boy - like, I almost hated myself for what I was about to say...but I was practicing 'tough - love' and it had to be done for his own good. 

"Sweetie, does that look like the penis of a real man to you?" I asked him softly. I saw the pain in his eyes. I knew this was his secret shame; he was sensitive and insecure over the size of his dick and I was about to tear - down his last barrier of pride and self - preservation.

"Johnny, look at me!" I said and waited until his watery eyes were staring intently at me. "You don't have the penis of a real man, do you?"

I slowly shook my head back and forth to plant the answer to my question in his vulnerable mind.

He followed my lead and began shaking his head as well then he said, "Nooo...I'm sorry Mistress Sarah - I don't have the penis of a real man."

His pitiful response tugged at my heart - strings but I had to remain strong and vigilant.

"Darling, it's okay - I love you anyway - I want us to be together a long, long time but there has to be major improvements in your attitude and behavior...I will help you with these, but I will need your total obedience and full cooperation to make you the boy I want to spend my life with...do you love me enough to obey my every command?"

He gave a soft whimper; his eyes were wide in thought; suddenly the flood - gates opened and his soul came rushing out.

"Ohhh, Mistress...yes, Mistress Sarah - I adore you - you are my Goddess - I love you more than I love life itself - I couldn't live without you - please make me into the boy you want - I will obey every order and command you give me - I promise - please - PLEASE MISTRESS SARAH - PLEASE!!"

His declaration of love and pledge of obedience brought a tear to my eye. Yes, I was going to put him thru drastic changes, but only because I know him better than he knows himself...he will be a contented and happier boy once he's totally under my control.

"Good boy," I said smiling at him and patting his head. "Now, let's begin again...you're not a real man, are you Johnny?"

He lowered his eyes and spoke softly. "N - No...I'm not a real man, Mistress Sarah."

"In fact," I continued, "...you're more of a girl than you are a boy, aren't you Sweetie?" 

I heard him whimper; he hung his head in shame and replied, "Y - Yes, Mistress Sarah...I am more of a girl than a guy..."

"...and men wear either boxers or briefs - what do girls wear, Sweetie?"

"G - Girls wear panties, Mistress Sarah."

"So what should YOU wear, Johnny?"

"I, uh...I should wear panties, Mistress Sarah..."

I leaned forward and kissed his trembling lips then said: "You're a good girl - I mean 'boy'...you are my boyfriend, after all...but you've always had a very strong feminine side, and we're going to work on bringing it out more and enhancing it...would you like that my sweet, little boy - girl?"

I chuckled to myself when he said, "Y - Yes, Mistress Sarah - I would like that!"

I mean, in his position, what else COULD he say? 

"Now be a dear, and slip into my panties!" I said.

"Y - Yes, Mistress Sarah," he replied.

He stood, and with visibly trembling hands pulled my panties up his legs into place. I noticed his legs were free of hair just like his crotch.

I was curious. "Take off your shirt!" I said to him.

"Yes, Mistress Sarah," he said and instantly obeyed. "Raise your arms!"

"Yes, Mistress Sarah."

Sure enough, his underarms were hairless, too. My respect and admiration for Ms. Hatfield continued to grow. She certainly is thorough!

"Get on your knees and eat my cunt, pantyboy!" I tried to keep the tone of my voice neutral...I wasn't mocking or deliberately trying to humiliate him...this was simply his new life and he needed to accept that fact.

"Yes, Mistress Sarah - thank you Mistress Sarah," he said then went to work on my pussy.

As Johnny ate me, I watched the final segment of the news show.

I saw Mary Jane, still kneeling between Jennifer's now wide open thighs, bring the older woman to orgasm. Jennifer's moans were so loud I figured it had to be real. 

I found myself wondering what another woman's mouth on my pussy would be like...and suddenly, out of no where I fantasized Caroline slavering away between my legs; sucking on my pussy knowing full - well she hated every second of it - that she despised me for having the power over her to force her into such a degrading position.

Johnny's wonderful tongue began flicking at my clit and I couldn't hold back any longer. I came with such a ferocity I almost smothered Johnny between my tightly clenched thighs. 

Oh my God I had trained him well. I couldn't imagine a woman's mouth could be any better than his, but then again, who knows?

On our ride to dinner, I had Johnny drive with his slacks lowered to his knees, displaying his pink panties to me. I sat close beside him and cooed lovingly in his ear; stroking his thighs, telling him what a beautiful, talented and intelligent boy he is for acknowledging my superiority over him; how his obedience will enhance his life, and we will live happily ever after.

By the time he parked the car, he had another throbbing boner. 

"Pull up your pants, little boy...if you're a good boy, I might let your little nasty thing shoot a load in your panties - would you like that, pantyboy?"

And he said softly, "Ohhh, yes please, Mistress Sarah!"

During dinner I asked him for the first time about his job; what his duties are, and if he was pleasing Ms. Hatfield.

"I—I, uh, I can't talk about it, Mistress Sarah," he replied.

His refusal made me angry.

"You have no secrets from me - you will tell me whatever I want to know - do you want another spanking, pantyboy?" I asked quietly, but sharply.

"It's not that, Mistress Sarah - I'm not ALLOWED to say ANYTHING about work - they have you sign a very strict, non - disclosure agreement...if I say anything at all about what happens on their property - they will send me to the Behavioral Correctional Center for 30 - days...and when I'm released, they'll make me work in a whorehouse...I'm so, so sorry Mistress Sarah but I'm not allowed to say anything!"

A red flag went off in my head. "Who signs the non - disclosure agreement - all the employees?" 

"Yes, Mistress Sarah - everyone except supervisors and managers signs the agreement."

"Do the employees in the accounting department have to sign the agreement?" I asked with a twinkle in my eye.

"Yes, Mistress Sarah - just like me - ALL the clerks signed the agreement!"

I casually reached below the table and found the bulge in his slacks. I squeezed and stroked it for several seconds - I believe in rewarding proper behavior.

"Good boy," I said to him and kissed his cheek.

I had that bitch Caroline right where I wanted her. All I had to do was figure out how to use this information to my advantage.

Jennifer took Mary Jane's hand and led her to the king - sized bed. As instructed, before laying the girl on the mattress, she took her in her arms and kissed her; deep loving kisses; Mary Jane's lips were warm and moist; they became lost in the passion of their probing tongues.

"Open your legs, girls!" said the man sitting in the chair beside the bed.

In unison they breathlessly replied, "Yes, Master!"

Each girl felt a hand cup her sex thru their sheer panties. Also as instructed, the girls began moving their hips back and forth rubbing their pussies over the palms of the mans hands.




Secrets of The New World Order Ch. 05



I was beginning to feel somewhat lightheaded. I wasn't sure if the second-hand smoke from the marijuana inside The Coral Reefer was affecting me, or whether my nerves were reacting to the fact I was about to meet a powerful man, perhaps someone I knew, who'd made an interesting bid on my virginity. 

There was a slight commotion at the podium. I looked and saw Monica welcoming a man and a woman. Her voice had become high-pitched, and her body language overly animated as she fawned over the man and woman.

The man was younger, and shorter than the impeccably dressed woman; he walked away from the woman and went towards the far-right corner of the room. The woman refused a menu from Monica, turned, and came in my direction.

I couldn't take my eyes off her; I tried my best to hide my stare. 

Tall, and elegant; she walked with the confidence only powerful women possess. Her blouse was silk, and expensive. Her skirt came several inches above her knees. She stood completely upright with shoulders thrown back. 

Most women these days didn't have the confidence, maybe even a touch of arrogance as well, to walk as tall and proudly as this woman. I was totally blown-away with her demeanor.

She was getting closer to my table so I had to avert my eyes. For some unfathomable reason, I felt my heart pounding.

She was standing beside my table as I took a deep gulp of water.

"Sarah, thank you very much for meeting me here!" I thought I heard her say.

I looked around to see who she was talking to-she was talking to me!

I was dumbfounded and tongue-tied. I couldn't imagine how she knew my name.

She had a low, pleasant laugh. "You weren't expecting to meet a woman here, were you?"

OH MY GOSH-NO-It had never-ever occurred to me a woman would make a bid for my virginity. 

Then she said something that made the hairs on my neck stand straight, and caused my hands to tremble.

"Sarah, my name is Missy Hatfield-it is a true pleasure to meet you!"

She offered me her hand. I momentarily froze, but recovered soon enough to stand, and shake her hand. Her handshake was as impressive as her appearance.

"Ms Hatfield-it is an honor to meet you...and, uh, well, no-no, I didn't think I'd be meeting a woman here today!" I said in a quivering voice.

I guessed she was a good four-inches taller than me. I gazed up at her beautiful face and found myself lost for words again. 

"Are you hungry, dear? I'm famished-please-sit!" she said and lowered herself into the seat across from mine. I took a deep breath and sat down.

Almost immediately, Barry the server was standing at our table.

"Ms Hatfield, it is an honor and a privilege to serve you again! May I bring you a cool beverage today?" he said in his most professional manner.

"Hi Barry, good to see you, too...Sarah, dear, would you join me in a glass of chardonnay?" she asked.

"Y-Yes, I would love to!" I said even though I'd never had a glass of wine in my life. Once again, I couldn't resist furtively glancing at the large bulge inside the servers speedo.

When Barry left the table Ms Hatfield said with a wide smile, "Yes, dear...he does have an impressive package, doesn't he? AND, he knows how to use it, too!"

OH-MY-GOD-she'd caught me looking at him! I fought the urge to bury my face in my hands.

"Don't be embarrassed, dear-you're SUPPOSED to look! That's why we chose these uniforms!" she said matter-of-factly.

My ears pricked up. "We? Do you OWN this place?"

"Oh, good catch, dear-yes, the corporation owns this company, as well as many other businesses...which is precisely why I invited you here today...you see, dear, All-American Hardware isn't about nuts and bolts and screwdrivers and hammers...no, we have a very wide portfolio of distinctly different businesses that keeps us busy, and, quite frankly, stretched very thin when it comes to finding talented management."

I couldn't believe how quickly Barry returned with our wine.

"Thank you, Barry," said Ms Hatfield. "I know it's only been two weeks, but how do you enjoy working here so far?"

I saw her hand slowly dip underneath the table, and I wasn't sure, but I swore she was massaging his thigh...and then I saw an almost imperceptible twitching inside Barry's speedo.

"Uh, well-I love it, Ms Hatfield," he nervously replied. 

"Are you earning an adequate income, Barry?" she said.

Her hand was still busy on his thigh, and OH-MY-GOD-Barry's speedo began tenting-out. She was deliberately teasing him into an erection for my benefit.

"Y-Y-Yes, Ms Hatfield...I make enough..." he said; obviously very uncomfortable with his growing problem.

She removed her hand from Barry and lifted her glass to me and said, "Cheers! Thank you for coming today!"

I clinked her glass and said, "Thank you for inviting me!"

"Sarah, do you like hamburgers? We make the best in town here-if you will allow me to order for you I think you'll enjoy it!"

"Oh-sure...that would be nice," I replied.

She is certainly accustomed to being in control...she's a definite alpha-type female...I was VERY impressed!

She ordered the food and Barry hurried away with a three-quarter hard-on opening the top of his speedo. I was thinking it is a good thing it's dark in here otherwise Barry could be in for some real embarrassment.

"See what kind of fun I have in my position, Sarah?" she asked with a smile.

I laughed and said, "Yes, your job does seem to have some interesting perks!"

"You don't know the half of it, dear," she laughed.

We sipped our wine. I had never felt so relaxed with such a powerful person. 

"You do know your boyfriend works for me, right dear?" she asked with a gleam in her eyes.

"Oh, yes-he told me the day you hired him...but he hasn't said anything about what his job actually entails," I said.

"No? Nothing at all?" she pressed me.

"Nothing...he said he signed some kind of agreement that forbids him from talking about anything that happens on company property...is that true?" I asked innocently.

"Yes, dear, all employees are required to sign a nondisclosure agreement-corporations have to be very careful these days in protecting their intellectual property!" she answered.

She gave me an opening to tell her about Caroline-to get even with that bitch...my heart screamed "DO IT-SAY SOMETHING" but my brain said "Not now-it's too early-you just met this woman-I don't want to appear to be some kind of vengeful cunt." I decided to wait.

"Tell me about your relationship with John...since you're offering to sell your virginity, that means you obviously haven't had intercourse with him...do you two do 'other' things to keep you satisfied?" she asked.

This time I blushed a deeper red and when I didn't respond fast enough she continued: "I'm not deliberately trying to make you uncomfortable, dear...but in this New World, women are experiencing a sexual freedom previously denied to us...granted, this 'freedom' has been forced on us, but it is nonetheless a step in the right direction...women have always shared intimate details of their sex lives with one other, and now we can do so without guilt or shame...are you the one who taught John his oral skills?" 

I smiled and looked into her eyes. "Yes, he is a wonderful-"

She finished my thought.

"Pussy-eater? Cunt-licker? Yes, he is, dear," she said. "You've done a magnificent job training him!"

I found myself saying, "Thank you."

"How about you, Sarah, almost all women these days need to use sex to get what they want or need...you are such a beautiful girl with a shapely figure, I have to assume you've been forced into situations where you have had to rely on your body to get what you need?" she asked.

There was no question I would tell this woman the truth...something deep in my mind said she would instinctively know whether I was truthful or not...what difference does it make anyhow? I asked myself. I might as well admit everything.

"Well, I worked at a burger place and to get more hours, I had to put-out for the owners son," I said calmly.

"Short of intercourse, naturally...what did he have you do?" she asked.

I averted her eyes and answered, "I had to show him my breasts as I sat on his lap and masturbated him."

"How was his cock, dear? Did he at least have a nice one?" she asked.

With a sheepish grin, I replied, "Yes...it was pretty nice, longer and thicker than-uh, well..."

"Bigger than Johns," she said; once again completing my thought.

"Yeah, I'm afraid so..." I sighed.

"Are you aware of your boyfriend's panty fetish?" she asked.

"I am now...I mean, yes...I discovered his little secret," I replied, not knowing how much I should admit knowing.

"Does he have a special name for you-do you insist he address you in a certain manner?" she asked softly.

"Well, uh...lately I've had him call me 'Mistress Sarah'..." I reluctantly said. I didn't understand where this conversation was going.

She sipped her wine, sat back and stared into my eyes.

"Sarah, you're a bright girl-I have a riddle for you to solve, okay?" she said.

"Well, uh, sure, I guess so," I answered.

"How is it that I know so many personal details about your boyfriend, and yet not once did you ask me how I know these things? For instance, how do I know he has a small penis? How do I know he's very good at eating pussy? How do I know he loves wearing panties? And, how is it you have lately insisted he address you as 'Mistress'-just as I insist he call me at the office? It seems to me, he has told you what goes on at work in direct violation of the non-disclosure agreement!"

Her narrowed eyes bore a hole thru my head. 

"No-no-he hasn't said a word, Ms Hatfield-I swear..." I said. And then I realized I was in the position I wanted to be in: she was forcing me to rat-out Caroline.

"Well then, dear, how do you know so much? Do you know someone inside my organization who told you what happens here-who is it, Sarah?" she asked.

"I, uh...I really don't want to get her in trouble, Ms Hatfield," I coyly said.

Her strange smile unnerved me. "Sarah," she said gazing into my eyes, "...are you 'playing' me? Are you deliberately trying to get your friend, Caroline, in trouble?"

It felt like I was hit by lightening! OH MY GOD-How on earth could she possibly know this? What do I do now?

"Sarah, you are here today because we've done extensive research into your life and I believe you have the mindset and abilities to become one of us," she calmly explained, "...however, honesty and truthfulness is an absolute prerequisite in all of our managerial candidates...if I choose to hire you-you will keep NO SECRETS from me! I think you will find that you will be able to discuss ANYTHING with me as long as you offer truthful statements and honest, well-thought out insights..."

MY GOODNESS-I've never met anyone like her...I was trembling out of both fear and simple awesome respect for this woman...her powerful and commanding presence was making my heart pound faster.

She continued, "Now, let's try this again: Did Caroline tell you details of what happens at work, or are you intentionally trying to get her in trouble?"

WOW...this woman sure has a way of phrasing questions that really backs you into corners!

She thinks I have "...the mindset and abilities to become ONE OF US?" From what I could surmise becoming ONE OF US would be a terrific and fantastic achievement...don't blow this now, girl, tell her the truth!

I steadied my hands, returned her intense gaze, and said, "Yes, Caroline told me all the details of what Johnny does at work, and yes-I am deliberately trying to get her in trouble with you...I am very sorry, Ms Hatfield, I will never lie, or try to deceive you again-I promise!"

At that moment, Barry came with our food and I couldn't have been more relieved. She attacked her burger with gusto.

"Tell me everything Caroline said to you," she said between mouthfuls.

It was a direct order so I began by saying, "Yes, Ms Hatfield..." and I launched into a full-blown narrative of what Caroline said took place in the office...of my love and concern for my submissive boyfriend...how I actually liked what Caroline had told me EXCEPT her abuse of him-it is not for her to treat Johnny in that manner. 

I told her how I appreciated the way he was being trained at the office, and how I intended to carry on with that training going so far as telling her every last detail that happened the night before. 

I finished with "...he's a wonderful boy-I love him with all my heart and I only want the best for him...and I think the best thing in the world for him is to serve and obey women!"

I reached for the wine glass but she took my hand in hers, and said, "This is how you and I will talk...there will be no secrets-you will discuss EVERYTHING in your life with me...we will train your boyfriend together...college at this time will do you no good-the game is fixed against women-your only chance at success is to come work for me...I have a feeling about you...I studied your high school mental and emotional evaluations and you know what? You and I are very similar people...if you choose to obey and serve me-you will become a very rich and powerful woman in the not-too-distant future."

I was overwhelmed by her praise, but there was still the matter of needing money, maybe not now for college, but I felt an obligation to my parents to help get them out of debt.

"B-But I still need to get my folks out of the hole they're in...and what would I do for you? I will be the first to admit I have no useful business skills-"

"Can you listen and learn?" she asked.

"Well, yes, I learn very quickly, but still-"

"Well then let me be the judge...I will decide what I think you can and can't do...the immediate plan is in two-three weeks, I expect to teach you enough to enable you to manage this place on your own...sure, you'll make mistakes, but you will learn from them...tell me the amount of money your parents need, and I will take care of it...trust not only in me-but most importantly in yourself!"

"I-I don't know what to say..."

"Tell me you want to serve and obey me...first though, I have a secret about your boyfriend I must share with you-remember-NO SECRETS BETWEEN US...did you see the young man I came here with? (I nodded) He is my Assistant, his name is Bradley—he's really my right-hand man...and he's gay, not a problem...anyway, every day John has worked for us he has sucked Bradley's cock and John loves it!"

My eyes and mouth flew wide open. HUH? WHAT?

She chuckled and continued: "Did you know that John is not only submissive, but he's also bi-sexual?"

"Oh my God-I had no idea!" I admitted to her. "I've never seen that side of him...I know he has a strong feminine side, but I didn't know he likes men's, uh-"

"COCKS?" she once again finished my sentence for me. "In our psychologists determination, he suffers a complex common to many men with small penises...it's really 'penis envy' but for the male...deep down he knows he cannot satisfy a woman thru the traditional method of intercourse so to earn her love and approval, he will perform virtually any act a woman demands of him...and because he is an insecure male-he possesses the natural instinct to become aroused by humiliation and subjugation..."

She finished her wine then quickly added: "Make no judgments of him-just consider the possibilities...your boyfriend's bi-sexuality and need to obey women opens a veritable Pandora's box of sexual experimentation that will provide you with great pleasure and innumerable orgasms...plus, you will be performing a great service for him by guiding him to accept and enjoy his role as an inferior male!"

To my dismay, I felt myself moistening at the very thought of complete control and power over Johnny. She's right, damnit-he was born to serve women and I love him dearly...I owe it to him to be a strong, Superior female and give him the humiliation and discipline all inferior males secretly desire!

WOW...this was the most heady and adult conversation I'd ever had in my nineteen years. She is the most impressive woman—no, the most impressive 'person' I've ever met.

"I-I think I would like to give this job a try, Ms Hatfield" I said softly to her.

"I haven't offered it to you yet...I will first show you around here, and explain some things to you-feel free to ask questions, and if I decide to offer you the position, you will look me in the eyes, and say: "Mistress, please allow me to serve and obey you!"

She chuckled at the surprised expression on my face then said, "To prove your sincerity to me, and that I'm not wasting my time with you-you will begin to address me as "Mistress' immediately...and obey any orders I may give you...do you understand me, girl?"

It just rolled off my tongue like it was the most natural thing in the world to say: "Yes, Mistress-I understand Mistress!"

Barry came to the table with the check. Ms Hatfield, err, Mistress, signed her account number. She stopped Barry just as he was leaving.

"Sarah," she said looking directly into my eyes, "...I think you should feel how smooth Barry's thighs are, don't you?"

A slight flush covered my face; my pulse quickened.

"Y-Yes, Mistress," I said as I reached under the table and began stroking Barry's strong thighs.

His reaction was almost immediate...the bulge in his speedo began twitching and growing.

I looked at Mistress and she mildly scolded me: "Don't look at me, girl, look where you WANT to look!"

I openly stared at his crotch as my hands worked him to a full erection. The top of his speedo pushed open far enough for me to see inside.

He was, indeed, very well endowed. Mistress laughed at my lusty gaze. 

"You may leave now, Barry!" she told the trembling boy.

She asked me, "Is John's dick the only one you've ever seen?"

I blushed and quietly said, "Yes, Mistress."

"Oh girl," she laughed. "If I hire you, the first few weeks here you'll be like a kid in a candy store!"

And from the heat I was feeling between my tightly closed legs, I suspected she was right.

"That reminds me, dear," she said. "If I choose to hire you, I will own your virginity and I will decide how you lose them-is that understood?"

"Y-Yes, Mistress," I gasped.

She abruptly stood, and said "Follow me!" then walked away.

When I replied, "Yes, Mistress" she was already too far away to hear me. I had to hurry to catch her...we only walked a short distance, but in that time I found I could not take my eyes off her swinging skirt and her rhythmically swaying buttocks. 

She led me everywhere in the club; introduced me to all the employees we encountered...she made exact and concise explanations of how she expected the business to be run...how to treat the employees in a courteous, yet no-nonsense style. 

I learned when customers could not hear us, the employees said, "Yes, Mistress" when spoken to...she told everyone "This is Sarah-you will obey her as you do me" and the workers, some of whom were my age, but mostly older, would unexpectedly bow to me and say "It will be an honor to serve and obey you, Mistress Sarah."

I took the differential treatment in stride knowing full-well that if I stupidly said or did anything that displeased Mistress, she could easily eviscerate and humiliate me before the very people I could soon be managing...if she chose to hire me.

It is not my custom or habit to blindly follow and obey another human being-male or female-I too am an alpha-type person...but I found myself overwhelmed by Mistresses entire persona...the ease and nonchalance with which she transitioned from mini-crisis-to-mini-crisis, and the instant decisions she made to solve problems, or give simple advice.

Maybe I said this before, but it is worth repeating: I could never, in my entire life, meet another human being who not only commanded my respect and admiration, but who also totally deserved it. 




Secrets of The New World Order Ch. 05



Yes, I was thrilled to be at her side, listening to her precise explanations of every facet of the business; watching the subtle ways she praised and reprimanded the employees...but it was intimidating as well...she set the standard so high, I wondered if I was prepared to meet the challenge.

"Lastly we come to our profit center..." she announced.

I looked around and found we were standing below the 'Gloryhole' sign I'd seen earlier.

I examined the area...there were two separate and narrow hallways, and I saw men standing, or leaning between partitions, similar to the ones found in men's restrooms...only I knew they were not standing there to pee.

"We have six stalls on both sides of the walls," she explained, then pointed at a neon board that displayed the numbers 1 - 12 in red. As we stared at the board, the number 6 suddenly switched from red to green.

She chuckled and said, "That means Gloryhole 6 is now open for the next customer."

"My goodness," I said. "Business is very good...how much do we charge the men...uh, per 'visit'?"

She laughed again and said, "They pay us thirty-dollars an orgasm-in many cases that equals about five-dollars a minute!" and that made me break out in laughter as well.

"I guess I don't understand," I said. "I've heard that men can have that done for them at the brothel for ten-dollars-why on earth would they come here and pay thirty?"

Her face lit up with the biggest smile I'd seen so far and without missing a beat she said, "Sarah, no business has ever gone broke by underestimating the intelligence of men!"

For some reason, I found that statement to be the funniest thing I'd ever heard and fell into a fit of laughter that made me bury my head between her bosom and shoulder to control myself...her silk blouse felt wonderful on my face.

She placed her hand on the back of my head, stroked my hair, and pressed me closer to her. That small, insignificant act of intimacy thrilled me to my very core.

"C'mon..." she said. 

There was a door in the corner with a sign that read "NOT AN EXIT-EMPLOYEES ONLY!" and I followed her thru it.

Inside was what appeared to be an employee break room complete with a long table and chairs; a refrigerator; a micowave oven; several comfortable chairs and a big screen tv...I was impressed-most employers these days didn't offer these amenities to their workers.

Seated at the table was a rather plain-looking, and overweight girl...she was eating a sandwich. When she saw Mistress she jumped up from her chair and squealed "OH MISTRESS-I'M SO HAPPY TO SEE YOU!" she then ran to us, fell to her knees and I was simply flabbergasted as I watched the girl kiss Mistresses shoes.

"Nice to see you too, Beth...which one are you working today?" Mistress asked the plump girl.

The kneeling girl looked up and said, "Oh, uh, number 2, Mistress, but I needed a break-I was hungry for something besides, uh, you know-that 'stuff' I have to swallow-I can get right back to work now though!"

"No-no, Beth, eat your sandwich-you're a good worker and you deserve a break!" said Mistress.

"THANK YOU, MISTRESS-AND THANKS AGAIN FOR GIVING ME THIS JOB, MISTRESS!"

"You're doing very well, Beth, we're happy to have you with us!"

"THANK YOU, MISTRESS!!"

We walked away from the still-kneeling girl around a corner to another door. She opened it and my breath caught in my throat as I peered inside. I watched in absolute amazement the bobbing heads sucking on the hard cocks that poked thru the dozen holes in the walls. I noted the empty hole must be where Beth worked.

Something didn't seem right-I squinted in the dim light at the workers and Mistress heard my "Oh my goodness!" and whispered in my ear, "As you can see, my dear, you don't have to be female to be a 'Gloryhole Girl'!"

I counted two young men on their knees, and two more sitting on small stools pleasuring their customers.

I turned to Mistress and softly asked, "Do the customers know a guy might be sucking them?"

She smiled and whispered, "Sarah, you are young, aren't you dear...there is an old saying: 'a hard cock hath no conscience'...the only thing that matters to them are warm lips, a moist mouth, and an active tongue!"

I was surprised to see the young man Mistress had arrived at the club with on his knees slurping away at a huge cock...he wore only a white jockstrap-the other workers wore casual attire, mainly jeans.

She pointed at the young man and whispered in my ear, "That's my assistant, Bradley, he was naughty this morning so his punishment is to spend a couple of hours in here."

"I guess I'm confused, Mistress," I whispered back. "I thought you said he is gay-isn't this what he likes to do?"

She chuckled and replied, "He considers himself a 'top'-a dominant gay male...his pleasure derives from other males on their knees sucking him-he is proud and arrogant and finds the act of sucking another man's cock demeaning and beneath him...I have found this to be the most effective method to punish him."

Just then we heard his slurping turn into gulping noises-the cock in his mouth was spurting its load and Bradley was having difficulty swallowing it all...in fact, a small stream of semen oozed from the corner of his mouth and ran down his chin onto the floor.

When the cock went flaccid, Bradley's lips and tongue cleaned the leftover fluids before the owner of the appendage withdrew it from the gloryhole. 

Mistress immediately bent over and said to him loud enough for all to hear, "Clean-up the mess on the floor!"

I think he was surprised we were in the room. 

"OH GOD-I"M SORRY, MISTRESS-YES, MISTRESS!" he said then instantly lowered his head and lapped-up the cold semen on the floor.

"Have you something to say to me?" she said sharply.

"Y-Yes, Mistress-I'm sorry I disobeyed you, Mistress, I'm sorry I didn't swallow all his cum, Mistress-I deserve a spanking, Mistress-please spank me at your leisure, Mistress!"

"Oh, you can count on it!" she said loudly. "That would have been your last cock, but now you're going to do at least four more-switch your light to green!"

"Yes, Mistress," he said and I watched him flick a switch on the wall beside the hole. I pictured the light on the board on the outside wall going from red to green. 

Amazingly, just twenty-seconds later an average-sized hard-on poked thru the hole and he immediately flicked the light back to red and took the cock into his mouth.

Mistress smiled and nodded at me, and I followed her out of the room.

Once in the hallway I asked her, "What do we pay the workers here, Mistress?"

She smiled approvingly and answered, "The bartenders and servers earn an automatic 15% gratuity-no hourly wage-we find this gives them the proper incentive for providing their best service...the bussers and barbacks earn $5 an-hour, plus a small percentage from the servers and bartenders...the hosts earn $6.50 an-hour-no gratuities...security—which includes the doormen and bouncers earn $10 an-hour...the cooks start at $10 an-hour and kitchen utility workers earn $7.50 an-hour...of course, if I choose to hire you to manage The Coral Reefer you will be free to review and make adjustments to the payroll."

"What about the, uh, workers in there?" I asked, pointing at the room we'd been in.

"Gloryhole Girls earn $5 per-customer-the house gets $25 per orgasm-you can understand why I call that our 'profit center' ...a good GG can earn $25 to $35 an-hour while the house on a busy day can take in over $1,800 an-hour."

"Is Bradley being paid for his, uh, services in there?" I asked.

"No-no...the company saves money whenever I put him in there!" she said with a smile. 

Then her eyes brightened as she stared at me, and added, "If you're thinking what I believe you're thinking-remember John belongs to me during the day...however, after he leaves my office you're free to use him any way you wish!"

We laughed then she motioned me to follow her down the hallway.

We came to a door and I saw an empty nameplate and below it were the words: Vice President & General Manager.

My heart skipped a beat when Mistress said, "I hope to see your name on this door very soon!"

I followed her thru the door and immediately saw it was a reception area complete with a desk, filing cabinets and comfortable chairs for people waiting to be summoned into the main office.

We went thru the door to the General Managers office and the size and elegant furnishings took my breath away. 

"Let's sit over here and talk," she said and led me to a loveseat. We sat side-by-side; I could feel the heat of her leg against mine.

"The most important aspect of this position is how you deal with your employees...like workers everywhere, some employees prosper with little or no supervision, while there will always be those who need guidance, encouragement and discipline..."

"Like Monica the host?" I said.

She flashed me another wide smile and said, "Very good-you dealt with her what-thirty-seconds-and you recognized her as a high-maintenance employee-excellent! Yes, she is one of several we have here..."

"Mistress, I do have a question...(she nodded)...driving in I saw this is clearly a rather large building, but after you gave me the tour inside, I'm wondering what the rest of the building is being used for?"

"Very good, girl, you are already smarter and sharper than my expectations of you!" she said as she put her arm around my shoulders and hugged me to her side. 

I blushed and said, "Thank you, Mistress."

"Yes, dear, as you already know, when you leave this office and turn left you go to the club you just saw...if you leave here and go to the right, it will take you to what we soon hope, will be a club exclusively for women."

"Oh my goodness-what a great idea!" I blurted out.

"You see, dear, as more women become PA's, and earn more-and-more disposable income, it only makes sense to cater to them, as well...we believe a club for women will eventually out-earn the men's club!"

"How close are we, uh, are you, to opening the women's club?" I asked.

"The club itself is ready to go...but we're still working out the logistics for the gloryholes..." she said.

Oh my goodness, I thought. Gloryholes for women? Another great idea!

"Naturally, it's a little more complicated for women than men...(I nodded)...as long as a man is having his dick sucked, he couldn't care less if he's standing only a foot or so away from another man...women, on the other hand, desire more privacy...(I nodded)...they want to feel free to moan or cry out when they receive pleasure-plus, we'll need some way to comfortably hold a woman's legs open wide...(I nodded)...AND, we also have small, private rooms with queen-sized beds if the women want to get fucked..."

"Another good idea!" I chimed in. "I think, uh, Barry would make a good employee in the women's club!"

She laughed and said, "Yes, I hired him with that thought in mind...I figured I'd better hire him before he found a job somewhere else!"

"Any more questions, dear?" she asked.

"Oh, I'm sure I'll have a million questions if I get the job...(I laughed)...but, for now, I think I know what I need to know," I said; my heart fluttering with nervous anticipation as to whether or not she would offer me the position.

"You're not curious what the position pays?" she asked.

"I wouldn't know the standard salary for a position like this, but I'm sure you do, and it will be very fair!" I answered.

"Yes, it is fair...a good salary WITH a percentage of gross profits as a bonus! Once the women's club is up and running-your bonus will easily double, and maybe triple your salary!"

I smiled and said, "That would be wonderful!"

"And on top of the money," she added. "You will receive a company car AND a condo to live in...it's a brand new, beautiful building with a pool, spa, exercise room and most importantly-privacy...the only residents are myself, and my five top executives-all women, by the way...and of course, their playmates...we have some rather interesting get-togethers...I think you and John will fit right in!"

HUH? WHAT? Live with John?

Mistress has an uncanny ability to read the expressions on my face.

"Yes, dear, all the girls bring something to the party, so-to-speak...we all have slaveboys living with us, well, except for Sandra-she has the cutest little slavegirl...most of the women have already tried John's mouth, and they all adore him!"

"OH-uh, yes, uh, good..." I stammered.

"And, dear, you've already met Barry..."

She once again read my face.

"Yes, dear, Barry is my slaveboy and I will give him to you whenever you want to use his wonderful cock...(she laughed)...you'll get the biggest thrill out of John eating your creampie...(she laughed again then explained)...dear, a creampie is when a male with a real cock cums inside you and you make your sissy boyfriend clean your pussy with his tongue!"

"Oh my goodness!" I exclaimed and my panties instantly became wetter than they already were. All this sex talk was getting me overheated.

Mistress leaned over and kissed my cheek. Her hand brazenly went to my blouse and squeezed my breasts.

She said, "Kiss me girl!" 

I stared at her gorgeous face thru the haze in my eyes and pressed my lips against hers. Our lips melded together in a soft, and hot kiss that sent electric shocks racing thru-out my quivering body. I groaned into her mouth as her hand boldly kneaded my breasts and pinched my hard nipples thru my clothing.

Her hand dropped lower to my thighs. We continued kissing; her hand gently stroking my flesh.

"Open your legs!" she commanded and I obeyed.

My thighs automatically parted wide enough to allow her hand access to my wet panties. Her fingers danced lightly up-and-down my slit. I moaned again into her mouth. She pressed her palm against me and I unashamedly ground my pussy on her hand.

I whimpered when she abruptly pulled away her hand from my seething crotch, and when she brought her glistening hand to my face and said, "Lick it clean!" I almost came in my panties.

"My dear," she said softly, as I tasted my juices on her hand. "I am absolutely smitten with you-your beauty, your figure, but most of all your wonderful mind-I could easily fall in love with you..."

I kissed her harder; my tongue searched-out hers and we licked and sucked at one another. I was lost in a fog of desire I never experienced with Johnny...this was pure passion and lust...here was the most wonderful human being I'd ever met telling me she could fall in love with me...I thought my head would explode.

"Sweetie, remove your clothes-I want to see you naked!" she said in a low and husky voice.

She helped me to my feet; my knees barely able to hold myself upright. I quickly undid, opened and stripped off everything until I stood before her in just bra and panties. I unhooked my brassiere, pushed the straps off my shoulders and let it fall to the floor.

I watched with love and pride her greedy eyes drinking in my breasts. I quickly pushed down my soaking panties and I stood naked before her. I parted my legs to allow her to view the thin strands of blonde hair I had 'down there.'

"Masturbate for me!" she commanded.

I couldn't believe I opened my legs wider and used my fingers on my flowering pussy before another person—I'd never done this in front of John, but with Mistress it seemed the most natural thing in the world. 

"Faster! Use both hands-play with your clit!" she ordered.

I closed my eyes and threw my head back as I frigged myself in front of her. I was well aware of how lewd and obscene I had to appear before her eyes but I couldn't help it now-I found my clit and massaged it with two fingers.

"OH-GOD-YES!!" I cried out.

"That's it, girl-I want to hear you shout it out...cum for me, girl-rub that clit harder and cum for your Mistress!"

"OOHHHHHHH-MISTRESSSSSS-OH-GOD-MISTRESS-OH-GODDDDD..."

"Do you love me, girl? Do you love your Mistress?"

"OH-GOD-MISTRESS-YES-MISTRESS-YES-I-LOVE-YOU-MISTRESS-I-LOVE-YOU-OH-GOD-I'M-CUMMING-MISTRESS-I'M-CUMMING-MISTRESS-I-LOVE-YOU-MISTRESS-I-LOVE-YOUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU..."

I stood before her in complete shock, shame and guilt. I couldn't bear to open my eyes and see the expression of disgust on her face that I knew she must feel. The 'old' me would never have succumbed to weakness; the 'old' me would have walked out of there instead of totally debasing and humiliating myself.

I heard her moving on the loveseat; a rustle of clothing.

"Open your eyes and look at me!" she commanded.

I was too weak to refuse. She had lifted her skirt and I was surprised to see she wore no panties. Once again she read my face, she laughed and said, "When we leave here you will follow us to my office...there you will see your sweet, little boyfriend wearing nothing but my black lace panties!"

"Oh my goodness!" I giggled.

She lowered herself on the seat and planted her feet on the cushions. Her entire crotch was open to my gaze.

"I want you to work for me-I want you to be the General Manager here," she said. "Are you ready and willing to serve and obey your boss and Mistress?"

With all resistance and inhibitions drained from my entire being, I said, "Yes, Mistress-please allow me to serve and obey you!"

I watched incredulous-my heart pounding in my chest as two of her fingers pried apart the lips of her wet sex. 

She said: "Get on your knees and service your Mistress with your lips and tongue, my beautiful little slavegirl!"

I dropped to my knees and said, "Yes, my Mistress-thank you, my Mistress-I will serve you and obey your every command!"

I burrowed my face between her wide-split thighs and tasted girl-flesh for the first time in my life.

"All-American Hardware, this is John speaking, how may I direct your call?" I spoke clearly into the telephone.

"Uh, yeah," said the voice on the phone, "...you guys have a 3/4" ratchet head torque wrench?"

"I'm sure we do, sir, but I will connect you with customer service...have an All-American day, sir," I replied, and transferred the phone call.

In the nearly two-hours that Mistress and Bradley had left for a meeting and assigned me the task of answering the phones, I came to the conclusion that Mistress was right-men are, indeed, either lazy, or stupid, and more often than not-both!

The only calls the offices were supposed to receive were strictly for back-of-house operations such as accounting, purchasing, security, warehouse, engineering...but the callers all seemed to ignore the large, bold printed 'CUSTOMER SERVICE' telephone number and called the smaller number below it.

At least it's keeping me busy, I thought. 

I had only a couple interruptions today and had already worked my way thru the stack of folders Mistress Gloria had slammed on my desk first thing in the morning. What a difference a day makes!

In fact, it was Bradley who somehow displeased Mistress early-on, and I heard her say to him, "That was inexcusable, Bradley-you know better than that-you will accompany me to The Coral Reefer for my meeting at one!"

It was the first time I saw his face turn red, and his voice almost sounded like he was crying when he replied: "I'm very, very sorry, Mistress."

Then she said something to him I didn't understand: "Don't eat lunch-you'll get all the protein you'll need at the club!"

He choked back a sob and stammered, "Y-Yes, Mistress."

Aside from the morning rituals with Bradley and Mistress, no one else came into the office and demanded my attention. I wasn't sure if I liked that or not-I was feeling kind of lonely...plus, these darn black lace panties had given me a hard-on that wouldn't go down without taking matters into my own hand, if you know what I mean...but if I did that I would have to own up to it, and I would receive another spanking; my butt was still sore with purple bruises and welts from the previous spankings.




Secrets of The New World Order Ch. 05



So when the door swung open and in walked Mistress Karen, I was feeling on edge; ready and willing to perform whatever acts she demanded of me.

She came directly to my desk and stared down at me...I don't think I'll ever get accustomed to these women's imposing stature-she exuded such power and control my dick could not help but throb inside my panties.

I began to tremble with anticipation.

"I've transferred the phones to my Assistant," she said to me. "What are you waiting for pantyboy-have you already forgotten how to greet your Superiors?"

"No, Mistress Karen-I'm sorry, Mistress Karen, " I stammered as I quickly went to my knees before her.

I was about to kiss her foot when she said, "Remove my shoes!"

"Yes, Mistress Karen," I replied and did as I was told. 

She presented me her silk-stocking encased left foot and I took it in my hands. My first instinct was to bow down and kiss her foot, but a thought popped into my head that said I'd better wait for her instructions, or else she may take me over her lap and spank me again for my impudence.

I stared up at her gorgeous yet menacing face; from my kneeling vantage, she appeared ten-feet tall.

"Who are you, boy?" she asked softly.

My original mantra had been modified-personalized to whichever woman was addressing me. I was deathly afraid I would forget my new lines...but they effortlessly rolled off my tongue:

"I belong to you, Mistress Karen-I was born to serve and obey you, Mistress Karen-my purpose in life is to serve and obey you, Mistress Karen-my sole reason for living is to serve and obey you, Mistress Karen!"

"Good boy, you may now kiss my foot!" she said.

"Thank you, Mistress Karen," I said.

I held her foot close to the floor, and instead of raising it to my mouth, I lowered my head and kissed it. I loved the feel of her silk stockings in my hands; my boner began leaking pre-cum.

I stroked her foot, reveling in the soft, silky touch. I inhaled deeply the aroma emanating from her foot. My erection pressed hard against my lace panties. 

"Pucker up and kiss each toe!" she commanded.

"Yes, Mistress Karen," I said and instantly pressed my lips to her big toe.

I made the mistake of first kissing her toe then licking at it with my tongue.

"I don't want to walk around the rest of the day with wet stockings, boy!" she scolded me. "When we have more time, I'll have you remove my stockings and suck each toe into your mouth, but for now, just kiss them!" 

"Y-Yes, Mistress Karen-I'm very sorry, Mistress Karen!" I quickly said and went about the task of covering each toe with dry kisses.

When she was satisfied with my performance, she presented her other foot to me and I kissed each of those toes, as well.

She pulled her foot from my hands and mouth and said, "Look at me, boy!"

I craned my neck to stare up at her.

"Who owns you, boy?" she asked with a slight smile on her beautiful face.

"Y-You own me, Mistress Karen-I belong to you, Mistress Karen-I was born to serve and obey you, Mistress Karen-my purpose in life is to serve and obey you, Mistress Karen-my sole reason for living is to serve and obey you, Mistress Karen!"

"Good boy," she said then added: "Follow me on your hands and knees!"

"Yes, Mistress Karen!" I replied and had to scramble fast behind her.

She walked to a door in the corner of the room. I'd noticed the door earlier and wondered what was behind it. She opened the door and I followed her inside, still on my hands and knees. The room was bathed in a soft, red glow.

OH MY, I thought when I saw the biggest bed I'd ever seen in the middle of the room. It was surrounded by comfortable-looking reclining chairs. My heart skipped a beat when I realized the bed must be a stage, and the chairs around it were for the audience.

She led me to the end of the bed and stopped. I watched her reach under her skirt and remove her panties...I took note she wore a red, sheer bikini because I knew I'd be wearing them when she was finished with me.

She climbed onto the bed, took a pillow and laid her rounded buttocks on the pillow, elevating her crotch; she laid back and said in a throaty voice: "Get up here and pleasure me, boy!"

"Yes, Mistress Karen-thank you, Mistress Karen!" I said as I scrambled between her wide-open legs.

I soon felt the smooth and luxurious satin sheets on my knees and legs 

She took her time to cum-she wanted it to last. I used my hands and lips and tongue the best I knew how, but it took a good fifteen-minutes for me to make her voluptuous body shudder and shake.

When she finally caught her breath she said, "Again-eat my pussy again, boy!"

"Yes, Mistress Karen-thank you, Mistress Karen!" I said obediently.

When I pleasure a woman I like to run my hands over her legs and thighs, but I found not only her silky stockings, but also the satin sheet so intoxicating, so erotic, I was afraid I would cum in my panties without her permission so I concentrated my hands and fingers on the folds of her sex.

This time when I made her climax, her screams and shouts of ecstasy reverberated off the walls and echoed thru-out the room. My face was saturated with her juices, and I massaged my sore jaw.

I was proud of myself, but my swollen and painful balls reminded me not to lose control-I knew I could cum at any time with the slightest provocation and she still had not given me permission.

She rolled off the bed and said, "Take off your panties!"

"Yes, Mistress Karen!" I was so thrilled at the prospect she was about to allow me to cum, I peeled them off in three-seconds.

"Lay down the way I did-with your butt on the pillow!" she commanded.

"Yes, Mistress Karen," I said excitedly.

"Pull your knees to your chest then pull them as far apart as you can!"

"Yes, Mistress Karen."

And when I felt a cool rush of air on my totally exposed anus, I shivered and realized the extreme vulnerability of this position and I felt the familiar rumbling in my balls.

I let go of one knee, encircled my thumb and forefinger around my scrotum, and pushed my balls low in their sac just in time to prevent them from exploding and my dick from spewing cum everywhere. I breathed a sigh of relief.

"DID I SAY YOU COULD TOUCH YOURSELF, BOY?" she screamed at me.

"OH GOD, I'M SORRY, MISTRESS KAREN-I'M SO SORRY BUT I COULDN'T HELP MYSELF-EATING YOUR PUSSY MADE ME SO EXCITED, MISTRESS KAREN, I WAS SCARED I WAS GOING TO SHOOT WITHOUT PERMISSION-PLEASE FORGIVE ME, MISTRESS KAREN-PLEEEEEZZZZZZZZ!!"

I heard her softly laughing then felt her weight beside me on the bed. To my absolute shock, she caressed my hair, and kissed me on the forehead. I looked up and saw her beautiful face inches from mine.

She continued stroking my hair and said, "Johnny, you've been a good boy up til now-I'm not going to punish you this time."

"T-Thank you, Mistress Karen-thank you!" I said, breathing easier.

She continued: "...and now you will get your reward...you will now have permission to ejaculate-would you like that, my cute little pantyboy?"

"Ohhhh, yes, Mistress Karen-I would like that a lot, Mistress Karen!" I forced a weak smile; she kissed my forehead one more time and then reached over to the nightstand next to the bed.

"Mistress and I have decided to take your training to the next level, sweetie...just lie back and enjoy it!" she said.

WOW, I thought. She not only called me 'sweetie,' but she even explained what she and Mistress talked about-she didn't have to say anything at all to me, but she did! 

A warm glow spread across my moist flesh. I watched as she coated a long, and thin cylindrical tube with an oily substance. The tube reminded me of a container for a cigar...and then I saw one end of it: it was bigger then the rest of the tube with a flared head...oh my God-it resembled a small cockhead.

Uh-oh, I thought, when it occurred to me what she might do with the tube.

I watched as she dipped her middle finger into the lubricating oil then brought it to the split in my buttocks. She pressed the finger against my anus rubbing it in a circular motion; my legs began to instinctively close; she gave my asscheeks two, sharp SMACKS and said: "Keep your legs open, boy!"

"Y-Yes, Mistress Karen," I replied.

Her finger suddenly pressed further into me; my sphincter involuntarily tightened around the intruding digit.

She pinched my asscheek hard, I yelped in pain, she then said, "You must learn to relax your hole at initial penetration...once your boypussy is filled...then you may clamp the walls of your pussy on whatever is inside."

BOYPUSSY? OH MY GOD!!

"Y-Yes, Mistress Karen," my voice quivered.

In a swift and smooth transition, she withdrew her finger then positioned the flared head of the tube on my anus then slowly pushed it into me. I had to concentrate hard to try not to reject the foreign object.

Oh so slowly she pushed the fake cock into me...the flared head opening my passage for the shaft...it wasn't really painful-just uncomfortable and odd to feel something inside me 'back there.'

"When was your last bowel movement?" she asked.

OH MY-what a strange and embarrassing question!

"I—uh, this morning, uh, maybe an hour before I saw you, Mistress Karen," I stammered.

"Good-we don't want any 'accidents' now, do we? You will be trained to keep your pussy cleaned-out and ready for use at all times," she said.

Oh my God...what are they going to turn me into? I wondered.

"OHHHH..." I moaned when the head of the tube lightly pressed against my prostate. I felt my prick tingle and dance from the contact; the sperm and semen began to boil inside my balls.

Mistress Karen slowly withdrew the fake cock until just the head was inside then, without hesitation, plunged it all the way to the hilt.

"OHHH-GOD!" I cried out when the head struck my prostate again. One more of those and I was sure I'd be spurting my cum.

She withdrew it to the tip again, but instead of ramming it back inside me, she replaced her hand with my hand; then gave me her panties in my other hand.

She kissed my forehead again. I opened my eyes and gazed into hers; I saw stars floating everywhere.

"Okay, sweetie, you're going to finish it yourself!" she said. "Wrap the panties around your clitty and move your hand up and down while you fuck your pussy with the fake cock...can you do that for me, baby?"

"Ohhhh-yes, Mistress Karen..." I groaned. I didn't care-all I wanted was to cum and cum and cum...

Her hands held my legs open and I obeyed her instructions. The sheer panties on the sensitive flesh of my cock, err, clitty, sent electric jolts of pleasure shooting thru-out my body. 

Slowly, tentatively, I pushed the fake cock into me then withdrew it to the tip. Something wasn't right-it didn't give me the pleasure the way she had.

"Sweetie," she said,"...this is no time to be gentle-take that cock inside you like your life depended on it-fuck yourself hard with it-let that cock make you squeal and thrust your hips!"

OH GOD-I knew she was right...I knew I had to lose my inhibitions and ram the cock inside me...but I also knew if I fucked myself with abandon I'd lose the last tiny sliver of dignity and self-respect I was stubbornly clinging to.

Then I felt her fingers on my balls pushing them lower in my sac. My prick was hard and throbbing but my orgasm was now delayed.

I whimpered in frustration and threw caution to the wind: I rammed the cock all the way inside me-I cried out when the head bumped my prostate-I'd never felt anything so wonderful-I furiously frigged the panties up and down my dick as I fucked myself silly with the fake cock.

Somewhere in my brain I heard her speaking to me.

"Sweetie, this is how you will masturbate from now on...but you will need permission from a woman to do this-do you understand me, cutie?"

"Ohhh-yes, Mistress Karen...permission...from...women...yes, Mistress Karen...OHHHHH-GOD-THIS-IS-WONDERFUL!!"

I was getting close again-I plunged the cock into me so hard I was afraid I would puncture something. My dick, trapped inside the panties, was almost numb from ecstasy...I would never be the same after this...the only way to duplicate this pleasure would be what I was doing now-or maybe, perhaps, having a REAL cock fucking my boypussy.

"Look into my eyes, sweetie," I heard her command and my eyelids fluttered open. 

"Fuck yourself harder and faster, baby...that's it-good boy...we love having you here, sweetie, and we know you love being here-we know you love to obey women, isn't that right?"

"Ohh-God-yes-Mistress-Karen-I-love-obeying-women!"

"And you know women are far-and-away superior to you, don't you sweetheart?"

"Ohhhh-yes-Mistress-Karen-women-are-far-superior-to-me..."

"...and it is not only your duty to obey women, but you love to obey women-obeying women feels natural to you-you NEED to obey women, don't you, sweetie?"

"OHHHHHHHH-YESSSSSSSS-I-LOVE-OBEYING-WOMEN, MISTRESS-KAREN!!"

"You're such a good, good boy...cum for me now, sweetie-cum for your Mistress-FILL YOUR PANTIES WITH CUM, BOY-CUM IN YOUR PANTIES NOW!!"

I was beside myself with blinding excitement; my balls had never been so large; my dick had never throbbed with such ecstasy.

I gave one final and brutal thrust of the fake cock and it crashed against my prostate.

"OOOHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH—YESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS..."

"WHO ARE YOU, BOY-WHAT KIND OF BOY ARE YOU?" she asked.

And as wave-after-wave of extreme pleasure rocked and rolled my gyrating body, I screamed over-and-over "I WAS BORN TO SERVE AND OBEY WOMEN, MISTRESS KAREN-MY PURPOSE IN LIFE IS TO SERVE AND OBEY WOMEN, MISTRESS KAREN-MY SOLE REASON FOR LIVING IS TO SERVE AND OBEY WOMEN, MISTRESS KAREN..."

I'd never ejaculated so much in my life...cumming in the panties was the most intense, mind-shattering pleasure I'd ever experienced.

"My-my..." said Mistress Karen. "Your tiny balls were filled to the brim, weren't they? Clean your panties, sweetie!"

"Yes, Mistress Karen," I replied.

I'd caught my sperm and semen in the folds of the rear of the panties...I licked the sizable pool of juices...it never ceased to amaze me how quickly hot semen turned cold.

I followed Mistress Karen from The Play Room the same as we'd entered: on my hands and knees. She snapped her fingers and said, "Wait for me by the chair!"

"Yes, Mistress Karen," I dutifully replied.

I snuck a glance over my shoulder and watched her pin the black lace panties on the wall behind my desk. It surprised me to count ten pairs of panties on the wall. I hadn't realized I'd pleasured that many pussies since my arrival here.

She was carrying something in her hand when she came to me; she sat in one of the leather chairs, opened her legs, then placed the object between her knees. It was the replica of Bradley's cock...the one they'd been training me with earlier...

"Take it in your mouth, dear!" she ordered me.

"Yes, Mistress Karen," I said and immediately opened my mouth wide and slid my lips over the rubber cockhead.

"Mistress and Bradley will be here shortly..." she said. "Once he is standing beside me, you will ask him if you may suck his cock...from what I understand, he is in a very agitated state and in no mood to tease or taunt you...once he gives you permission-you will lower his jock and proceed to pleasure him...it goes without saying you will drink down everything his balls give you!"

"Yes, Mistress Karen," I said then worked hard on the fake cock.

I always found this exercise frustrating and disheartening...no matter how hard and fast I sucked, it would never be able to give me my final reward-mouthfuls of man-cream.

It was maybe five minutes when I heard the door to the private entrance open. I thought I heard a female voice giggling, but it quickly stopped.

I saw Bradley's bare legs standing beside me; the front of his jock was bulging open; I was somewhat confused-the pouch of his jock was so wet I thought he'd already climaxed. Whatever he'd been doing had gotten him so excited he'd leaked a massive amount of pre-cum...I knew it wouldn't take long to get him to cum in my mouth.

"May I please suck your cock, Master Bradley?" I asked staring at his bulge.

I heard a gasp and sharp intake of air from someone standing behind me. It became obvious to me Mistress and Bradley had not come alone.

"Oh God, yesss..." he hissed. "Do it now-suck my cock, my little sissy faggot!"

There it was again-a gasp and someone sucking in air. I wondered if it was Sandra-the lesbian Mistress I had yet to meet.

I pulled down his jock and marveled at his size...it seemed bigger than this morning when he'd ordered me to my knees. He moaned loudly when he felt my lips and tongue working on him.

I massaged his balls with my right hand as I stroked his shaft with my left. Within two-minutes he was thrusting his hips, forcing more of his cock into my mouth. He was out-of-control, straining to climax. He held my head still and frantically fucked my face.

A low, non-stop "Ohhhhhhhhhhhhh..." came out of his open lips.

His sounds were so erotic and dirty my own prick stiffened inside the panties. I felt a hand squeeze my erection then disappear.

I readied myself for his load...with someone else in the room watching me, I knew if I spilled just one drop Mistress would be very unhappy with me and there would be hell to pay.

His balls rose in my hand and he cried out...his cockhead swelled and I plastered my tongue on his slit and waited.

Swallowing the first two streams were the most difficult purely due to the quantity of sperm and semen...as he shouted and screamed I shut-out the noise and concentrated on swallowing every drop. 

My throat was making loud, gulping noises and I became somewhat self-conscious because someone new was in the room watching me.

He had maybe, six or even seven spasms, and I did not allow a single drop to escape my lips. When his climax finally subsided, and his penis went soft in my mouth, I let it slip out and licked it clean. 

I heard Mistress say, "See what I mean, dear-your boyfriend loves being a little sissyboy faggot-look how hard his tiny dick is inside his panties!"

And then I heard her all-too-familiar voice say, "Oh my goodness!"

I wanted to crawl into a hole and die. Just when I thought I would never again feel shame and guilt, the women found even more ways to humiliate me. 

"You are dismissed, Bradley!" I heard Mistress say.

"Yes, Mistress," he replied, "...thank you Mistress!" and he was gone.

I stared at the floor; mortified, totally in shock. And then I recognized Sarah's shoes and Mistress said: "Have you properly introduced yourself to your girlfriend, John?"

"N-No, Mistress," I mumbled. I lowered my head to her feet, kissed her left shoe and said, "I am a panty-wearing sissyboy, Mistress Sarah-"Y-You own me, Mistress Sarah-I belong to you, Mistress Sarah-I was born to serve and obey women, Mistress Sarah-my purpose in life is to serve and obey women, Mistress Sarah-my sole reason for living is to serve and obey women, Mistress Sarah!"

"Oh my goodness!" exclaimed my girlfriend. "I knew you were a sissy-but a faggot as well? Tell me who you are boy-SAY IT SO WE CAN ALL HEAR IT!!" 

My shame and humiliation was now complete! 

I kissed her right foot and stammered "Y-Y-YES, M-MISTRESS SARAH-I AM A PANTY-WEARING, SISSYBOY FAGGOT-Y-YOU OWN ME , MISTRESS SARAH-I BELONG TO YOU, MISTRESS SARAH-I WAS BORN TO SERVE AND OBEY WOMEN, MISTRESS SARAH-MY SOLE PURPOSE IN LIFE IS TO SERVE AND OBEY WOMEN, MISTRESS SARAH-I EXIST ONLY TO SERVE AND OBEY WOMEN, MISTRESS SARAH!!"

"AND DON'T YOU EVER FORGET THAT!" she spat down at my cowering body.

"Assume the position, boy!" ordered Mistress.

"Y-Yes, Mistress," I dutifully responded.

Mistress Sarah sat in the chair to my left; Mistress Karen on my right. I stood in my 'position'-legs slightly apart, my hands laced together behind my neck. My erection tenting-out the sheer material of my red panties. 




Secrets of The New World Order Ch. 05



Could I be any more small and pathetic? I wondered.

Mistress was speaking to the women. She explained some things to Mistress Sarah that I didn't understand. It became obvious to me my girlfriend had decided to sell her virginity to Mistress. Papers were shuffled on the desk. I watched with a mixture of fear and excitement as my sweet, sweet Sarah signed the papers.

I loved the fact that maybe I would be spending more time with her, but also dreaded the idea of her seeing me like this every day. How could she love and respect a boy like me? 

Mistress said, "You and John can move into the condo on Saturday..."

Huh? What? "We're moving in together?" I blurted out.

I could feel their icy stares pierce my soul. I knew immediately I shouldn't have said a word.

"SILENCE," said Mistress. A fearful shiver raced up my spine when I saw the stern expression on her face. "WOMEN ARE TALKING!!"

My face turned a deep red. "I-I-I'm sorry, Mistress-I'm so, so sorry!"

She then turned to Sarah and said, "Your boyfriend still believes he has free-will and a mind of his own-how do you suggest we correct that behavior?"

I saw a scowl on the face of my girlfriend then saw her eyes light up and she said:

"I apologize for my boyfriends rude behavior, Mistress...when we move in together I will have more time to properly train him-"

Suddenly, Mistress Karen spoke up: "Before you ladies arrived, I taught the little sissy a new way of pleasuring himself-it's quite entertaining and exquisitely embarrassing for him-perhaps he should be made to demonstrate?"

Mistress Karen showed the women the dildo she'd had me use on myself earlier.

The women laughed while my face felt like it was on fire. OH MY GOD-they were going to force me to humiliate myself even more in front of the woman I loved.

"Oh my goodness!" I heard Sarah gasp and then giggle.

"Remove your panties, boy!" Mistress Karen commanded.

I slipped my fingers inside the elastic-suddenly my girlfriend shouted, "STOP!" and I froze.

Puzzled, I watched as she rummaged thru her purse as she spoke, "Mistress, if you don't object, since my dear little sissyboy loves his panties so much-he should be made to wear them while he entertains us."

Out of her purse, she showed the women a metal device; she pushed a lever and a razor blade popped out of one end.

"A box cutter," she explained to the women. "With this and a can of pepper spray I feel safer when I go out these days..."

"BEND OVER, SISSY AND SPREAD YOUR LEGS WIDER!" she said to me.

"Y-YES, MISTRESS SARAH," I said and did as she ordered.

To my utter shock I felt her hands on my panties 'back there' and she said: "Don't move, sissy-I don't want to hurt your boy-pussy!"

She grasped the sheer material and cut a slit in the fabric, directly in line with my anus.

I heard the women laughing then Mistress said, "Very good, girlfriend, I LOVE the way your mind works!"

I was momentarily confused until Mistress Karen handed me the fake cock and said, "Get it good and wet with your mouth-your boycunt should still be wet from your last fucking!"

Moisture formed in my eyes as I realized what they were going to make me do. I pushed the dildo into my mouth; I coated it with as much saliva as I could produce.

"Look how natural he takes a cock in his mouth!" said Mistress Karen.

"I hope so," said my girlfriend, "...he's going to be taking a lot of cocks in his sissy-mouth!"

The women laughed at my shame, and re-arranged their chairs for a better view.

"Okay, my little girly-boy..." I heard my sweet, sweet Sarah say, "...fuck your pussy with that cock while you masturbate for us-AND YOU'D BETTER GIVE US A GOOD SHOW!!"

Oh my God-is this really happening?

The dildo fit perfectly thru the slit in the panties. I gently pushed the cock to my anus; worked it slowly until the tip was inside me; held my breath and pushed it all the way inside me. I groaned and took my panty-encased hard dick in my other hand and began frigging myself. I had to admit the sensation of the material on my dick was absolutely delicious

"NOT LIKE THAT, SISSY!" shouted Sarah. "JERK YOURSELF OFF THE WAY I DO IT!!"

Oh no...I hated the way Sarah masturbated me but there was no question I would obey.

Instead of taking my erection in my hand, I used just my thumb and two fingers and slid them back and forth. To my dismay, Sarah had done this many times in the past, and I found it incredibly insulting and embarrassing.

"My sissy boyfriend doesn't need his entire hand to do this-his dick is so short and thin a thumb and a couple fingers are all that is necessary!" she explained to the women.

"Oh, this is absolutely delightful!" said Mistress Karen. Mistress laughed her approval, as well.

"Sissy," I heard Mistress Karen say, "...do better than that-fuck yourself harder and deeper or we'll take the leather strap to your girly buttocks!"

OH NO! "Y-Yes, Mistress Karen!" I stammered and plunged the fake cock into my pussy so far it bumped my prostate. "OHHHHHHHH..."

Women's laughter filled the air.

I abandoned all remaining caution and modesty. I rationalized I HAD to give them a good show for the sake of my girlfriend...I couldn't have them thinking less of her-I wanted the women to admire and respect my sweet, sweet Sarah-I was determined to make her proud of me.

Stars danced before my eyes...the women's talk and laughter was deaf to my ears...all that mattered was to give them what they wanted to see-a sissyboy faggot ejaculating inside a pair of women's panties.

My smallish thumb and fingers worked extra fast when I felt the familiar rumbling in my balls. Every thrust of the dildo rammed my prostate...I couldn't believe the sounds coming from my mouth. 

My girlfriend roughly pinched my nipples and said, "Cum for us, sweetie, and we want to hear you loud and clear..."

I rammed the dildo into me so hard I nearly fell to the floor.

"OHHHH-GOD," I cried out. "YES-YES-OH-GOD-YESSSS-I'M-CUMMING-IN-MY-PANTIES-MISTRESS-I'M-CUMMING-IN-MY-PANTIES-MISTRESS-KAREN-I'M-CUMMING-IN-MY-PANTIES-MISTRESS-SARAH-I-LOVE-YOU-MISTRESS-SARAH-I-LOVE-YOU-YES-YES-YES-YESSSSSSSS..."

I leaned on the desk gasping for air; my sperm and semen soaking the inside of my panties. 

A powerful, feminine scent was thick inside the room. The women were quiet-their eyes appeared glazed-over...suddenly I heard Mistress yell into the intercom "GET IN HERE, BRADLEY-NOW!!"

Mistress Karen then yelled into the intercom "GET YOUR LITTLE ASS IN HERE NOW, CONNIE!!"

By the time I regained my breath and composure, I watched in amazement the two women sans panties with their legs open wide and their subordinates on their knees sucking their pussies.

Mistress Sarah slapped my buttocks and pointed at her exposed and naked crotch...she used two fingers to pry open the lips of her sex and I immediately dropped to my knees and glued my mouth to her pussy.

"Good boy," she moaned. "Eat my cunt, my pretty little sissy-boy!"

It was a source of great pride for me to know my exhibition had inspired and aroused all three women. My wonderful sweet, sweet Mistress Sarah caressed my hair as I pleasured her sopping wet pussy.

Richard approached Thomas in the hallway outside the meeting room. Thomas saw the huge grin on his face.

"I want to thank you again for the use of the two sluts last night.." he said. "Those girls could suck the chrome off a trailer-hitch...and their pussies-my God-they were as tight-fitting as velvet gloves...they were simply exquisite!"

"You're very welcome," replied Thomas. "Feel free to use them whenever you want."

Richard said, "There is something deliciously nasty forcing a celebrity like that newswoman to grovel at your feet!"

"Yes, I enjoy it too!" said Thomas as he followed Richard into the meeting room.

Thomas took his seat mid-way down the long table; Richard took his customary chair at the head of the table.

Richard began the meeting by saying, "Thank you all for coming to Flowerton...I know it is inconvenient for some of you, but it will be necessary to meet here until further notice...the cities have become too dangerous to meet safely...we will address that issue today...first off, though, beginning this November, we have decided to resume holding elections...that decision is more cosmetic than meaningful-we want to give the impression that the people have a say in the government-of course that will be just an illusion-we will select the candidates-it won't matter who wins, or which party takes control-we own them both!"

Mild laughter filled the room.

"We decided to revive the false, left-right paradigm to keep the 'citizens'-hahaha-at each others throats...you know what I'm talking about: gay rights—abortion-prayer in school-gun control-and of course an old favorite-if you don't support our wars and the troops-you are unpatriotic...in other words-business as usual!"

More laughter.

"I want to give credit to the media for following our script-they print or show only what we want them to, and the sheeple are swallowing the bs like mother's milk...we are creating a 'new reality'-positive and uplifting messages reinforcing whatever it is we're selling at the moment, and demonizing our enemies who have improper thoughts and ideas ..."

"There are more pockets of resistance than anticipated-which is one more reason to bring back elections...we need to divide the country so the sheeple hate each other and NOT the government...divide and conquer goes the old adage..."

"The Baron and The Supreme Council have established population levels for all Regions, and it will be our duty to carry out their mandate...America is currently sixty-million over the desired goal-The Baron has concocted a series of wars we will fight to help us meet our goal, in addition, three new deadly viruses will be airborne in selected Regions...disease, more than war, is the best method for controlling the size, and scope of our population, but of course, not as profitable..."

"...and to that end, I am pleased to announce the RFID chip has been perfected, and is currently being mass-produced...the chip will not only track each and every individuals location, but also serves as a birth control device...after the elections and the new Congress is sworn-in, their first order of business will be to pass a bill requiring all males and females under the age of twenty-one to report to their Regional Health Center and be implanted with an RFID chip...the media narrative will be 'national security'-the true purpose is to monitor and control breeding-these chips effectively prevent conception in females...the bill will also make it illegal for females to conceive without government approval-The Supreme Council has deemed this 'Priority One'...once the herd has been culled to the desired level, breeding farms will be utilized to produce any and all increases in population-'breeding females' will be selected and interred, and impregnated by carefully chosen males...we will re-populate this planet with persons of our own choosing..."

"Needless to say, those of us with exemption papers and our families will not be affected."

"As I said, there are pockets of resistance out there...but the army is working 24/7 rounding-up the dissidents...larger Behavioral Correction Centers are being built...we have established the largest one in eastern Montana and western North Dakota...the inmates will provide cheap labor in the oil fields...and with that in mind, we are building numerous brothels thru-out the area to keep the workers happy...women have-true to their nature-passively accepted their roles as cum-sluts-many of them earning more money than the average male..."

"What are we doing to address the gun problem?" asked the Director of Region Ten. "There are hundreds of millions of weapons in the hands of the useless eaters...if they ever figure out what we're doing, it could be a huge problem for us!"

Richard smiled and nodded his head. "The key phrase being '...if they figure it out!'...once again the media is doing a masterful job of convincing the sheeple they can keep their guns-that the changes they are experiencing in their lives are due strictly for national security-to protect them and keep America safe from terrorists...between that explanation and their addiction to easy and cheap sex-the average man in this country is now more concerned with getting laid or blown than they are with the changing world around them..."

"Gentlemen, we are entering a critical juncture for the success of The New World Order...yes, we have encountered set-backs and small pockets of failure, but be assured, our ultimate goals WILL be realized-our agenda WILL shape the planet for decades to come...and those of you who remain loyal to the cause will be greatly enriched, and enjoy unimaginable power..."

Julie Strong sat at her brother John's computer, staring at the lewd images on the screen. 

WOW, she thought, there sure are a lot of pictures of men's dicks! He can't be queer, can he? He's been seeing Sarah for four years, and I've caught them a couple times 'doing things'...who knows anymore...I guess in this New World anything is possible! He is kind of a pretty, femmie-boy and I've seen the way some men look at him!

I heard a car pull into the driveway and looked out the window-it was John so I quickly powered-down his computer and left the room. 

It had been so easy figuring out his password I began to wonder about his intelligence...I could tell Sarah was in charge in their relationship, and lately, he has seemed especially quiet and respectful of me...almost like he is afraid of me.

I reached the living room at the same time as he.

"Oh, hi," he said. "how was your day?"

I smiled and said, "Great! Every day is great now that I'm finally out of school...how is your job? I've heard some rumors about your boss..."

His face turned red...why is he blushing? I wondered.

"Oh, uh, it's good-I like the job," he said rather quickly.

"How does it feel to be working for a beautiful woman?" I asked. "Tell me brother, do you have a real job, or one like moms?"

Oh my God-he's blushing again!

"I—I gotta date with Sarah-I have to take a shower!" he said then abruptly turned and left the room.

Something caught my eyes as he walked away. Somehow he'd tucked the back of his shirt inside his underwear, and I saw a red waistband, and...huh? What is he wearing?

I waited until I heard the shower in the bathroom then crept quietly into his bedroom. I saw his discarded shirt, slacks and socks on his bed, and wondered where he put his underpants.

I searched the room and was about to give up when I checked under his bed. 

Uh-huh-there it is! I reached for them and found them to be very cool and damp...oh my God-did he wet himself?

I picked them up with two fingers and hastily threw them on the bed.

OH-MY-GOD-they're women's panties-red, see-thru women's panties!! 

And then the aroma hit me square in the face...the aroma my mother and I had been smelling in his bedroom the past few years.

"It's perfectly normal for a boy his age to masturbate from time-to-time, dear," she'd said to me one day.

"Mother, his whole room smells like that!" I'd said. "He does it a lot more than from time-to-time! We've both washed his sheets-they get crusty in less than a week!"

My mother reluctantly agreed with me. "I know, dear...but I don't know what to say to him...I don't want to embarrass the boy...and I certainly don't want to inhibit him...he's going thru a phase, dear, he'll out-grow it eventually!"

The panties were drying and becoming, dare I say, crusty. I knew what he'd done with them, and to the extent almost the entire garment was wet, he'd masturbated more than once into the soggy panties.

My God-what a pervert!

Something in the pocket of his slacks caused it to bulge. I reached in and from the feel knew immediately what it was-another pair of women's panties-Good Grief-what is going on here?

I pulled them out of the pocket and held them up-a pretty powder blue with lace waist and leg bands...they were too big to be mine or moms...and then it struck me: Oh my God-SARAH MAKES HIM WEAR HER PANTIES-GOOD FOR HER!!

I heard the shower stop and stuffed the blue panties in his pocket and carefully picked up the red panties with two fingers and placed them back underneath his bed and silently crept out of his room.

For whatever reason, I found it difficult to breathe, and my own panties were becoming damp. I went straight to my room, stripped off my jeans and underwear, lay on the bed and opened my legs.

My hand encountered the familiar moist heat, and I did what I was increasingly doing more of since I'd learned what my mother did for a living-I pleasured myself-all the while fantasizing about the dirty things the men made her do for them...this time something new played in my mind-I pictured what Sarah made Johnny do for her and it was hot!!

You're a hypocrite, Julie, I said to myself. You call your brother a pervert and look what you're doing? I briefly felt shame but soon had to clamp my hand over my mouth so my brother would not hear me screaming as my body bucked off the bed with wild gyrations...

OH-MY-GOD, I thought afterwards, as I gasped for air...that was the best one yet!

When Sarah entered the back door of the house she first heard music, then the grunting and groaning.

GOOD GRIEF-THEY'RE AT IT AGAIN!?

She shook her head and found herself pining for the old days when her parents went to great lengths to make her think they never even thought about sex-much less actually did it. 

She tip-toed thru the kitchen and living room and sure enough, the door to her father's study was cracked open. Like other recent times, she found herself irresistibly drawn to look into the room.

She stifled a gasp of surprise: her mother was bent over her dad's desk, he was behind her pounding away. The front of her blouse was open, and her bra was dangling beneath her swaying breasts; he had her firm globes in his hands as he rhythmically sawed his impressive penis in-and-out of the clinging lips of her clearly wet sex.

She admired her father's hard-on-again. He had a manly man's pole of steel and judging by her mother's squeals of delight and cries of joy, he knew how to use it.

Once again she found herself wishing Johnny had been that well-endowed; and cursing Mother Nature for short-changing her boyfriend. 

It is what it is, she told herself. 

She couldn't tear herself away from the lewd tableau...she felt wetness begin to slide down her legs-she'd given Johnny her panties to wear tonight so she was naked beneath her skirt. She fought the urge to finger herself. 

You're stronger than that, girl, control yourself-you'll have Johnny's face between your thighs soon enough!

Then she heard her mother moan: "Ooohhhhh-Daddy...yes, Daddy-fuck me harder, Daddy!" 

Sarah broke away from the sex show, but only after taking one long, last look at her father's magnificently hard cock plowing deeply inside her mother.

She unconsciously moaned "Ohhhh-Daddy..."

She took a gulp of air, turned and went to her room vowing "Johnny is going to be a very busy little boy tonight..."



Secrets of The New World Order Ch. 06



Your child's eighteenth birthday marks a significant rite of passage every mother faces with ambivalent feelings...soon, the child will be out of the house on their own, meeting new challenges every day, and all you can do now is hope you've prepared them for the highs and lows the real world will throw at them.

In my case, it meant I had just one child remaining at home to care for and to raise-just two-years to watch her face light-up with smiles, or to hold and comfort her in times of teenage angst. Two short years to not only prepare her for this New World, but to protect her from it, as well. 

I went thru it with my son, John, and now my oldest daughter, Julie, was celebrating what she called her "day of liberation and freedom." 

How sadly naïve, I thought, with all the new rules and regulations, which I made sure she was well aware, she would equate her eighteenth birthday with 'freedom' when in fact, because she was born female, it doomed her to a life of subjugation and sexual servitude.

Fortunately, I had persuaded Mr. Bagley to sign a 'Letter of Exemption' that would permit her to go to college, and keep her from having to perform two-years of 'mandatory national service'...that phrase alone made me shudder with fear and revulsion since I understood the true meaning of it.

Your child's eighteenth birthday used to be cause for a celebration and party-not so much any more. Nowadays, no one held parties, inviting all their friends, no, 'the big day' was now almost mourned instead of celebrated; attended by family members only...there were few smiles and even fewer congratulatory hugs and kisses.

I baked a birthday cake instead of buying one; I didn't want the inevitable looks of pity and attitudes of condescension when the person learned your child was turning eighteen.

My son, John, my youngest Jenny, and myself were waiting for Julie's arrival. It was the first time I'd seen my son since he left the house and moved-in with Sarah, his girlfriend. 

I couldn't get over how polite, even differential, he was towards his sister and me. I'd always suspected Sarah 'wore the pants' in their relationship, but his amazing 'attitude adjustment' made me admire and respect the girl more than I already had. In this age of male machismo, Sarah had transformed John into a perfect gentleman.

He had insisted on cooking Julie's favorite meal, chicken piccata with pasta and veggies while Jenny and I concentrated on the birthday cake. I was impressed how he moved about the kitchen, and when I asked him, he admitted he did all the cooking at home. 

"Sarah's job takes-up a lot of her time," he'd said, "...she's tired when she gets home...the least I can do is help around the house."

After some coaxing, he admitted he not only did the cooking, but the cleaning and all the laundry, too. I found myself wondering what she had him do for her in the bedroom.

I had discovered thru my friend, Mary, that Sarah had offered her virginity to the highest online bidder...once I got over the initial shock, I was impressed by her business acumen...she knew a woman's place in this New World, and she made it work FOR her-AND she profited handsomely by taking advantage of men, and their lust for young girls. Yes, I am very happy my boy has a strong girlfriend like her.

Of course, those of us aware of her offer were surprised when she went to work for Missy Hatfield...was Ms. Hatfield the highest bidder? Is Sarah a concubine to the most powerful woman in town? 

No one knew for sure what their relationship consisted of, but quite honestly, it was mere fodder for the gossip mills because all women were in similar circumstances, and had scant time to be concerned with someones well-being other than their own.

Jenny and I finished decorating the cake at the same time we heard the side door open. In walked the birthday girl, smiling with head held high.

She waved a document at us, I recognized it immediately and my heart ached and pounded in my chest. 

"Mother," she announced, "...I won't need the letter from your boss-I got one all by myself!"

"JULIE...what have you done?" I asked; simply flabbergasted she'd signed a PA contract on her own without consulting me.

"Mother, I do not want to go to college," she said, "...I told you that but you went ahead on your own, anyway...a girl has only so many good money-making years-a pussy is like a new car-once it's driven off the lot it decreases in value every year!"

"JULIE-HUSH!!" I said loudly, rolling my eyes towards Jenny. The three of us had agreed not to speak of these matters in front of the young girl.

"My little sister needs to know what life is all about these days, mother," she went on: "You are not helping her by avoiding talking about the inevitable-how her best opportunity for a happy life is right there between her legs...she needs to understand a girls limited options these days...that no matter how smart and talented she may be-her only chance for success is using her body to her advantage!"

I was trembling and my blood began to boil. Julie had always been a head-strong girl, but she'd never spoken to me like this before...it were as though that signed contract had given her the arrogance to confront and rebel against her own mother.

I took a deep breath and waited until I was calm. Then I asked the only remaining pertinent question: "Sweetie...just who are you going to be, uh, 'working' for?"

My daughter's beautiful, fresh face twisted into a strange smile and it scared the hell out of me.

"Don't worry, mother, I won't be 'working under' any of the men you know in town..." she said. "In fact, I signed a PA contract with a woman-a woman you all have seen-my new boss is Ms. Jennifer McBride!"

I was so stunned all I could manage to say was "HUH? WHAT? HOW?"

John stammered, "OH MY GOD, JULIE-WHY? HOW DID YOU EVEN MEET HER?"

She stared at her brother with that twisted smirk and said, "I met her today at the lingerie store in the Mall...she was autographing her used panties for a long line of drooling men...who knows? She might still be there...maybe, dear brother, if you hurry down there she'll autograph YOUR panties, too!"

I had no idea what she meant by that, but I watched my son's face turn a deep red as he lowered his eyes.

"I will begin moving my things into her place tomorrow...you know, mother, I'm certainly not a virgin with boys, but I've never been with a woman before-I know how close you and Mary are-are there any tips or advice you can give me about sexually satisfying a woman?"

And then it was my turn to flush a deep crimson and lower my eyes.

I lied to my mom and brother and sister about how I met Mistress Jennifer.

She contacted me weeks ago, and after meeting with her she offered me the PA position. She swore me to secrecy until my eighteenth birthday when I went to the lingerie store to sign the contract.

There had been, indeed, a long line of idiot men forking out twenty bucks each for a pair of her used panties which she autographed before their bugged-out eyes. She used that example to reinforce my belief that men are weak-willed and stupid, and quite frankly, totally useless outside of the bedroom.

"BUT-" she said on my first night in her bed, "...you are going to learn how to be a whore-not just any whore, but the best cocksucking whore AND a whore who knows how to please a hard cock when it's in your cunt or asshole..."

I expressed my shock and dismay at her plans for me.

"You are a proud and insolent little girl," she said calmly, while stroking my hair, "...don't worry, when I'm finished training you those troublesome character traits like ego, pride and arrogance will be gone forever...you will become a valuable member of our team!"

I made the mistake of arguing with her. She patiently listened to me with a curious smile on her face. 

When I was done she said, "Sweetie, the language of the contract you signed is very explicit-the fact of the matter is I own you-I can legally do with you whatever I want...if you persist in defying me, I will have you interred into a brothel where you will be required to service, at the very least, thirty hard cocks every day for a minimum of sixty days...think of it, sweetie, 1,800 loads of men's nasty spunk in your mouth-your pussy-and your asshole..."

She gently wiped away the tear drops rolling down my cheeks. She took me in her arms and held me close; showering my face and neck with kisses.

In a soothing, almost breathless voice she continued: "When you and I met for the first time, you expressed a strong desire to become my PA...you are an intelligent girl-you knew exactly what PA's are required to do...in this New World, the words 'PA' and 'whore' are synonymous and 'whore' is no longer a term of derision or scorn...in fact, most women now are 'WHORES'-your mother is a WHORE-75% of the girls you went to high school with will become WHORES-being a WHORE is now the most common profession among women...and Julie dear, becoming an outstanding whore is not only smart and pragmatic-it is the honorable thing a woman can do for herself, and her gender."

"I—I don't understand-I thought I did—I mean, being a common whore means letting men use you for sex-isn't that right?" I asked her.

She laughed softly and said, "Sweetie, that is the old definition for whore...in this New World being a whore means YOU are using men for not only financial gain, but for pleasure, as well...simply put: the very best whores working today are earning large sums of money AND having fabulous orgasms while doing it!"

She was right-I know my mother is making a lot of money, and she seems very happy with what she is doing. 

"Julie dear, in recent years, men accidentally enlightened women about the power and control they have over men...we all know men are nothing more than children who grow taller and heavier than women-who grow hair in unlikely areas-and whose bodies produce obscene sounds, and even worse smells...and we also know when men think and make decisions, they use just 10-to-20% of their brains in their thought process..."

She turned and smiled at me and asked, "Sweetie, how do men make decisions if they only use 20% of their brains?"

I blurted out: "THEY THINK WITH THEIR HARD DICKS!"

She laughed and hugged me again. I enjoyed being held close; feeling her breasts mashed against my own.

"With everything men have going against themselves, it is a woman's DUTY-for the survival of our planet-to take charge and guide them into making reasonable decisions...do you understand what I'm saying, dear?"

My heart fluttered with excitement. WOW, I thought, this is so INTENSE... 

"Yes, uh, I think I understand," I said. 

"Julie dear, I've already said too much, but I want you to know that by allowing me to train you in the fine art of becoming a whore, you will not only live a more fulfilling and satisfying life...in time, you will be performing a great service for all of womankind!" 

"Oh wow, Mistress Jennifer, I-I don't know what to say!"

"Sweetie, just tell me you want to serve and obey me-that you will work hard to become the best whore you can be-that is all we want and expect from you, dear."

"Ohhh Mistress Jennifer-yes-YES-I want to serve and obey you-I want you to teach me how to be the best whore in the world-I want to do whatever I can to help women!"

She kissed me on my mouth. My first kiss with a woman. I loved her soft and persistent lips and tongue. I yielded to her power.

"Good girl," she said when she broke our kiss. "Not only does a good whore know what excites men physically, but psychologically, as well...you will encounter many men who derive pleasure not only from using you body-but abusing it as well..."

"I—I don't understand, Mistress Jennifer-are you going to hurt me?"

"I'm going to spank you, dear, and yes-it will hurt a great deal...spanking will be a regular part of your training."

I began to tremble. "I—I-is this necessary, Mistress Jennifer?"

"I'm afraid so, dear...let me explain: hundreds of years ago men routinely spanked women for any disobedience, or what they deemed as disrespect-it was strictly meant as punishment-to demonstrate their power and control over women...spanking evolved over the centuries as men gradually came to realize the sight and feel of a woman's soft and naked, up-turned buttocks sexually excited them...nowadays, it is common practice for men to spank women as part of foreplay-and some men get so excited they squirt their nasty spunk thru spanking alone..."

"Oh my, that is so weird-and GROSS!" I said. 

"Well, dear, we are talking about men after all!"

"I, uh, if this will help me become a good whore, Mistress Jennifer, I'll do whatever you tell me to do!" I said; she gave me another sweet kiss on my lips.

"Yes, dear, this is simply part of your training, but you must do one thing for me..."

"W-What is that, Mistress Jennifer?" I asked with a quivering voice.

"I want you to enjoy it!" she said with a smile. "A woman can have an extremely powerful and intense orgasm thru spanking, and I am going to help you with that-tonight, I am going to spank you long and hard and I guarantee before I'm finished-you will have a wonderful orgasm!"

"Oh my..." I said feeling a rush of heat and moisture between my thighs.

"But first, dear, you are going to do something for me!"

"Ohhh, yes, Mistress-anything!"

"Good girl," she said. "I can't wait any longer to feel your soft lips and tongue on my cunt-you will now take off all your clothes then remove mine...I will sit on the edge of the bed with open legs and you will kneel between them-I am going to give you your first lesson in eating a woman's cunt-I dare say, dear, in your lifetime, you will pleasure more women's pussies than suck men's cocks!"

"Oh my!" I gasped; my body was trembling and shaking as I quickly stripped-off my clothes. She assisted me with hers-I could tell she was in a hurry to feel my mouth on her 'down there.'

I kneeled between her wide-split legs-her crotch was incredibly wet and hot; my mouth was inches from her va-jay-jay when I breathed deeply thru my nose...OH-MY-GOD...I can say with an overwhelming passion and certainty that was the very moment I became addicted to women's pussies...without waiting for her command, I pressed my mouth to her sex and licked at her the way I liked it done to my own pussy.

The heat from both our cunts warmed the bedroom. I was moaning into her pussy when I heard her speak:

"Julie dear, I will allow you to masturbate while you eat me...go ahead and play with your cunt, sweetie!"

I mumbled into her pussy, "Mmmmm...thank you, Mistress Jennifer!"

At the time I'd thought nothing of it...just because I obediently followed her orders didn't mean I was a submissive like my mother and brother...

The first two weeks Sarah and I lived together, we rarely saw each other. I made sure our apartment was sparkling clean and the laundry was done. I was required to have her dinner ready by the time she came home at 9 o'clock. 

After she'd finished eating one night, she inspected the apartment as usual to make sure I'd done my chores correctly; to my horror, she found dust on one of the window sills and took me over her lap and paddled my butt until I broke down and cried. 

Trust me, there is nothing more humiliating than when the woman you love spanks you like you're a little boy...and it is even more embarrassing when, afterwards, she points at your hard prick and laughs at you and says, "You're not a real man-you could never satisfy a woman with that tiny thing-you are a pathetic, pantyboy-sissy, aren't you?"

And worst of all is when you have to admit to your beautiful, and sexy girlfriend, "I'm sorry, Mistress Sarah-I'm not a real man-I could never satisfy a woman with my tiny dinky-YES, I am a pathetic, little pantyboy-sissy!" 

And you have to say it convincingly or she'll take you over her knee again!

Our lovemaking consisted of me kneeling between her legs, satisfying her with my mouth and hands, and if she were in the mood, would hand me my dildo and say, "Do you want to fuck your pussy with this hard cock, sissyboy?"

And I would have to reply: "Yes, please, Mistress Sarah-please let me fuck my pussy with the hard cock-pleeeeezzzzzzz?"

Sometimes she would tease me and say, "Not tonight, my little bitch-get back down there and lick my asshole!"

Other times, when she wasn't too tired and wanted me to put on a show for her, she'd smile sweetly and say, "Go ahead, pantyboy-do what comes natural for a sissy-faggot like you-fuck your pussy while you jack-off into my panties!"

I couldn't believe how much her crude words excited me!

"Thank you, Mistress Sarah-thank you so much!" I would say every time.

She had me on my wide-split knees facing her. I had to stare into her eyes whenever she allowed me to pleasure myself...her large, deep blue eyes that penetrated me to my very soul...the knowing smirk on her face as I madly thrust the dildo into me, bumping my prostate, causing me to cry out in delight...I was aware of her hand between her legs, caressing the wet lips of her sex but I was not permitted to look anywhere but her eyes.

And finally, when my balls began to ache and I threw caution to the wind and vigorously rammed the fake cock in and out of my pussy-I saw myself in her eyes-I saw an impotent—powerless boy willing to shame and subjugate himself simply for his deep-seated need for a woman's acceptance and approval.

"I'M-CUMMING-IN-MY-PANTIES-MISTRESS-SARAH-OH-GOD-OH-GOD-YES-YES-YES-I'M-CUMMING-MISTRESS-SARAH-I'M-CUMMING-I-LOVE-YOU-MISTRESS-SARAH-I-LOVE-YOUUUUUUUUUUU..."

Yes, I was growing into my new role...I fully accepted and appreciated not only Sarah's control over me, but I embraced the notion that ALL women are my Superiors, and it made perfect sense it was my duty in life to serve and obey them.

Sarah's first day off from work was a Sunday, which is also my day off. Once I'd cleaned the kitchen after lunch, she said, "C'mon, we're going shopping!"

She always had me sit directly beside her whenever she drove us anywhere. It was just one more subtle method for emasculating me. 

And, like my previous trip in the car with her, she had me lower my slacks to my knees to expose the panties she had me wear that day, in this case, diaphanous pink panties with a darker pink, frilly waistband.

She dropped her hand to my crotch and gently caressed me to a full erection as she drove with her left hand. 

I guess I'll never get over how aroused I get wearing panties, and how super-excited my prick becomes when it is fondled and stroked thru the sheer material.

I noticed more construction on Highway 10, and reading the male-chauvinist billboards along the way it struck me like a bolt of lightening how odd my life had become in relation to the world around us.

I live in two different universes, I thought. 

My 'Outside Universe' is controlled and dominated by men, who in no way, shape or form would accept, much less tolerate, female equality, and domination. While in my "Inside Universe,' I was totally controlled and dominated by just about every woman with whom I had contact.

It occurred to me all I had to do to regain my self-respect, and control of my own life, was to go to the male authorities, file a complaint, and the women would be subject to punishment and imprisonment...case closed-problem solved!

My sweet, sweet Sarah grasped my hard-on with her thumb and two fingers and firmly stroked me thru the panties and my common sense suddenly returned:

I don't like The New World Order...I strongly disagree with everything it stands for—Endless War-Poverty-Enslavement of the average citizen for the profits of the 1%-brutal and senseless mayhem and murder and imprisonment...no, it is wrong and corrupt!




Secrets of The New World Order Ch. 06



Women have a better grasp on reality...men ARE weak and illogical, interested only in money and pussy...women understand fairness for all-peace and tranquility-improving the lives of ALL citizens and not the privileged few...

And then I thought about my Mistresses at work-something is going on there-all these strong and intelligent women in one company is more than a coincidence-they are there for a specific purpose-some other reason than simply running a corporation.

I felt my heart and spirits soar...YES, I am a pantyboy-sissy to these women, and YES-they are far Superior to me and my small mind...AND YES-I want to be on their side when they achieve whatever end-results they are planning.

I not only WANT to serve and obey them-I am proud they have included me in their world!

"Zip-up, boy!" I heard Sarah say to me; I hadn't noticed we'd arrived at the mall and she'd parked the car.

"Yes, Mistress Sarah," I responded.

I walked tall beside Sarah, matching her stride-for-stride as she purposefully walked thru the mall. I noted and took great pride in all the admiring glances she received from men and women alike. 

She had an air of confidence about her...not arrogance, but a true sense of herself as a strong woman in these days of male domination. I'd never felt so fortunate to be her boyfriend.

Then I saw where we were going...she was leading me directly to the lingerie store, and my small-minded fears and insecurities gripped me with panic.

The store was crowded with women, I didn't see any other males. I stayed beside Sarah as she marched straight to the area that was stocked with hundreds of pairs of panties. I felt my face begin to flush...I had a feeling something I was not going to like was about to take place.

I stood beside her as she went thru the huge piles of underwear...and then it happened, she found panties she liked, handed them to me and said, "Hold them up and show me what they'd look like on you!"

That's when I almost lost it—-tears came to my eyes as my face burned with shame.

"Hurry-up, boy-we don't have all day!" she scolded me.

"I—I'm sorry, Mistress Sarah," I said as low as possible so the women around us wouldn't hear me.

"I CAN'T HEAR YOU, PANTYBOY-WHAT DID YOU SAY?" she said forcefully, and I saw delight in her eyes; she was going to enjoy my embarrassment.

The women around us heard her loud and clear and spun their heads to stare at us. My heart sank as I realized there was no way out of this-I was trapped in my 'Inside Universe' and had to accept my role.

"I'm, uh, sorry, Mistress Sarah..." I mumbled then slowly held the panties up to my waist and I heard women giggling all around me.

"Oh, isn't he precious!" I heard a woman say.

Another woman spoke directly to Sarah. "He's the cutest little thing-is he trained?"

Sarah smiled and said, "Not fully trained, but we're working on it!"

"Good for you, girl!" replied the woman.

"SARAH—nice to see you, dear!" said a voice I immediately recognized; a voice that made me shrink and cringe with fear.

It was Mistress Sandra, the third most powerful woman at work...the only woman there who used strictly girls for her pleasure...she was my only Mistress who had yet to take advantage of my mouth and hands. 

"Sandra, a pleasure to see you-a beautiful Sunday, is it not?" said Sarah. I was always impressed how grown-up my girlfriend acted when dealing with the other women. She turned to me and said, "Johnny, say 'hi' to Mistress Sandra!"

I turned towards the woman remembering a warning from Mistress to void eye contact with her...I looked down at her feet and said, "Good afternoon, Mistress Sandra."

There was another round of laughter from the women around us, and it occurred to me what was going on here.

Much like the day in accounting when Caroline had humiliated me and her co-workers cheered her on, I was again caught in my 'Inside Universe'...the only place where women feel free to express themselves openly without fear of criticism or retribution from men.

It is a daunting universe for a male to find himself trapped; a universe where women will extract revenge on anyone with a penis for their subjugation by The New World Order.

While women have a great capacity for love and understanding, they also possess elephant-like memories of male wrong-doing, and their inherent cruelty can rear its ugly head at any time with little, or no provocation at all.

I heard my girlfriend explain with a sigh, "I'm tired of my pantyboy soiling and staining my underwear with his filthy spunk...it's time he wore his own panties!"

She gave me a pair of ultra-sheer, pink panties and said, "Hold these up for us to see, boy!"

"Y-Yes, Mistress Sarah," I said. It was now about obeying my girlfriend so she wouldn't appear weak in front of other women. 

More laughter came from the women as I held the panties before me. The soft and sensuous feel of the material in my hands caused my prick to twitch and jump. I hoped no one noticed.

"Sarah, dear..." I heard the scary woman say, "...it's difficult to see whether they fit him or not without him trying them on..."

I heard women's voices enthusiastically agree: "Yes, he must try them on" and "Oooo, yes-I've never seen a real pantyboy before" and "Make him do it for us girl" and "I bet he looks lovely in pink"... 

"What a marvelous idea, Sandra!" I heard my girlfriend say. And then to me she loudly said, "Go to that dressing room over there, boy-take off all of your clothes and put these on and come out and model them for us!"

"Y-Yes, Mistress Sarah," I replied with tears welling in my eyes.

She leaned in close and spoke so only I could hear her: "...and when you come out of the dressing room-you'd better have an erection!"

"Yes, Mistress Sarah," I said in a whisper.

Before I left the dressing room, I stared at myself in the mirror. These panties were much smaller and fit tighter than Sarah's. And I loved the feel of wearing them so much my boner pushed out the waistband in front, totally exposing myself to anyone who glanced downward.

I chuckled sardonically to myself. The only problem I would have had was if Sarah had ordered me NOT to have an erection!

I took a deep breath then forced my mind to go blank. I had discovered early on that to survive extreme humiliation, I had the ability to rise above the situation...to look down on what was taking place and pretend it was someone else performing acts of supreme embarrassment...I called it my 'safe place'-where I could escape and retain a semblance of dignity and self-respect.

I searched out my Sarah when I left the dressing room hands-on-hips; she smiled appreciatively when she saw me slowly saunter towards the growing group of women.

We locked eyes-I saw her love for me and my heart swelled with gratitude and pride.

The women giggled and some even applauded...I listened to their remarks like they were talking about someone else.

"Oh my, what a sissy-is he a faggot, too?" and "Oh look-he's shaved 'down there'! 

and "What a tiny dick-you don't let him stick that itty-bitty thing inside you, dear, do you?" 

Before I could reach Sarah, the women surrounded me and ran their hands over my hairless body. A couple of them brazenly squeezed my prick thru the panties...one of them went so far as to reach into the tented-open waistband and take my balls into her hand.

"My goodness, the boy has 'hamster balls'" and "My twelve-year-old has a bigger prick than that!"

One woman noticed the fading purple streaks on my buttocks from the last spanking Sarah had given me.

"Good girl-you spank him when he's naughty!" and "I'd love to take the little sissy over my knees!"

The women were becoming excited and plucked panties from the piles and demanded, "Have him try these on" and "Make the sissy wear the red lace ones" and "Have him wear a garter belt and stockings!"

Sarah took from one woman a pair of white, frilly lace panties, and was telling me to go to the dressing room to put them on.

"NO-NO-MAKE HIM CHANGE HERE IN FRONT OF US!"

Other women chimed in: "Yeah, let's see the little faggot naked!" and "I've never felt a hairless dick and balls-let me feel him!" 

When I obediently stripped off the pink panties to slip into the white ones, the women took advantage of my nudity and grabbed my prick, and squeezed my balls...my prick was throbbing, and the semen in my balls was beginning to boil from all the touching. 

I began to panic-Sarah was not about to give me permission to cum, and I was getting dangerously close to shooting a load and embarrass not only myself, but my girlfriend , as well.

The lace panties felt so good I had to close my eyes and 'will' myself not to climax. 

Hands everywhere-stroking my breasts-pinching my nipples-feeling my smooth legs and thighs-massaging my panty-encased buttocks.

"Have him try these on..." I heard Mistress Sandra tell Sarah.

Sarah handed me sheer, red panties and I removed the white ones and slid the red ones up my legs. It took total determination and effort to not climax.

My mind was lost in a fog of desire and lust so strong I saw only stars dancing before my half-closed eyes.

Then I heard Mistress Sandra say, "Kitten, why don't you take his nasty little dinky in your hand!"

Kitten? I'd heard her name before-she was Mistress Sandra's 'slavegirl!

I heard a soft voice say, "If you so desire, my Mistress!"

I opened my eyes and saw 'Kitten' approach me...the women parted to allow her access to me as if they too understood the power and danger of Mistress Sandra.

Oh my God, she's gorgeous, I thought, when I saw Kitten for the first time. The prettiest little redhead I'd ever seen! She was dressed provocatively in a tube top that barely contained her shapely breasts and showed-off her milky white belly, and the tiniest of mini-skirts that did nothing to hide her smooth, and shapely legs.

And then I noticed what appeared to be a dog collar fastened around her neck. My heart went out to her-I could only imagine the horrors she suffered at the hands of Mistress Sandra.

She walked right up to my face with the slightest of smiles playing across her pouty, full lips. She looked like an angel...then she boldly grasped my panty-encased boner and squeezed and stroked it so hard and fast I knew I was doomed—I knew I was about to make a spectacle of myself by cumming in my panties in front of all of these women, and worse yet, Mistress Sarah had not given me permission.

At the very moment my balls contracted and my body stiffened, she leaned in close to me and said so only I could hear her: "Cum in your panties you worthless, tiny-dicked, panty-wearing, sissy-faggot, pathetic excuse of a boy -if I owned you I'd lock your puny balls and dick in a cage and never let you cum again!"

She released her grip on my exploding prick and backed away leaving me alone-the center of attention as my body lurched and jumped and bucked as spurt-after-spurt of hot semen shot from my slit and soaked the entire surface of the red panties.

The women had suddenly become silent when my orgasm began, but as the last of the spasms shook my body, they became animated, and excitedly shouted lewd obscenities at me. 

It was all I could do to keep my mind in my 'safe place.'

When it was over, I knew there was only one recourse for my failure to control myself-I fell to my knees and kissed my girlfriends shoes.

"I'm so sorry, Mistress Sarah-please forgive me, Mistress Sarah...I deserve a spanking for disobeying you, Mistress Sarah!"

I continued apologizing and kissing her shoes, but I distinctly heard Mistress Sandra say to my girlfriend, "Tsk-tsk-the sissyboy has a long way to go in his training, Sarah, he humiliated you before all these women...I trust he'll be properly punished tonight!"

And my girlfriend replied with a chill in her voice I'd never heard before, "I promise you, Sandra, after I use the leather strap on him, he'll wish he were never born!"

Mistress Sandra walked away followed closely by Kitten. I breathed a sigh of relief they were gone, but the specter of a belt-whipping loomed large in my mind.

Sarah had given the saleslady a dozen pairs of panties that would snugly fit me and I thought our shopping was finished-wrong-to my consternation I followed Sarah to the 'Brassiere Bar.'

"Sweetie," she said to me, "...wearing panties is one thing, but wearing a brassiere all day will give you a constant reminder of who you are...by the time I'm done with you, you will know exactly what kind of boy you are..."

She found a small stock of size 32-A's and had me try on a red lace one that matched the color of my cum-soaked panties. It was the strangest sensation to feel the soft cups clinging to the contours of my breasts; my nipples hardened as I reached behind me to fasten the clasps. 

The few remaining women around us giggled and complimented my girlfriend.

"You go girl-make that sissy as femmie as you can!" and "Damn-I wish I had a little boy I could dress up like a girl!"

There were a half-dozen bra's in my size in stock, but the saleslady assured Sarah another shipment was due in a few days, and when she carried the bra's to the front counter I figured we were finally finished...wrong again!

To my chagrin I found us standing before flimsy, see-thru negligees. Sarah quickly found my size, and collected six of them in different colors. She made me hold them up in front of me-two seconds after I felt the sheer material in my hands I sprung another boner.

"What a little slut!" remarked one woman pointing at my erection. I couldn't tell for sure, but the woman's hand appeared to be furtively rubbing her crotch.

When I found myself staring at lacy garter belts my heart sank. I thought, my girlfriend really is turning me into a sissy!

Six garter belts later, with six pairs of sheer, nylon stockings, Sarah sent me to the dressing room to get ready for the trip home. When I was dressed, and returned to the checkout counter, Sarah handed me several bags to carry, and we finally left the store.

"Sweetie," she said in the car, "...I won't use the belt on you when we get home-I'll use the cane instead...but remember this-ALWAYS be very careful around Mistress Sandra...if it were up to her, she'd have your balls removed-she'd rather have you a eunich instead of a sissy!"

OH MY GOD...

"T-Thank you, Mistress Sarah-Yes, Mistress Sarah, I'll be VERY careful around her!"

My sweet, sweet Sarah put her right arm around me as she drove and pulled me closer to her. At the first stop light, she had me kiss her...she stroked my hair and face and cooed into my ear, "You are the sweetest boy-I know you will make me a proud and happy woman!"

"Yes, I will, Mistress Sarah-I love you, Mistress Sarah!" I replied.

I laid my head against her shoulder. We drove home in silence. I had been forbidden to clean myself and the strong odor from my wet panties wafted up into our faces. 

She kissed me again; her lips were soft and pliant; I could feel her trembling body and knew she was aroused; from experience, once she used the cane on me, she'd have me kneeling between her beautiful legs until she became exhausted by her orgasms.

Mary Jane was slightly nervous, but thrilled to be on an airplane for the first time in her life. It wasn't just any airplane, it was the corporate jet and not only was Mr. Mellon on board, but Mr. Pynchon, the most powerful man in Region Eight, as well.  

As she stared at the rushing runway outside her window, she felt Miss Bevis take her hand and squeeze; she squeezed her back. Even though she didn't like the way Miss Bevis ordered her around, the girl was smart enough to know not to anger the woman, who had considerable power of her own.

At least I'm not at Happy Burger anymore having to suck-off that pimply-faced asshole three-times-a-day, she thought. 

"Finish your water before we take off, dear," the older woman told Mary Jane.

"Yes, ma'am," she replied and obediently gulped down the last few swallows from the water bottle.

She felt a surge of adrenaline rush thru her body as the wheels rose from the runway and the Lear jet darted upwards. She found herself squeezing Miss Bevis' hand harder.

She stared down at Flowerton and watched until it disappeared behind them. The plane kept going higher and higher; she watched in rapt amazement as they soared above the puffy, white clouds. She released Miss Bevis' hand only when the plane leveled out.

Miss Bevis gave her another bottle of water and said, "Drink this-you need to stay hydrated on airplanes."

She wasn't the least bit thirsty, but heeded the older woman's advice. 

Ahead of them in the front of the plane, Pynchon and Mellon sat across from one another in comfortable cloth sofas. They sipped Bloody Mary's as they casually chatted.

Mellon complained to Pynchon: "I don't know why we have to go to New York City for a meeting-you guys send out directives and we follow them-we don't need a face-to-face-just tell us what you want and we'll do it!"

"The Baron thought it best to keep this as quiet as possible," replied Pynchon. "...the next step is the most critical one in the entire plan...we need everyone on the same page, and absolute secrecy is of the uppermost importance! It is essential the media sells this plan to the sheeple-they must buy into the notion that national security is at stake-that their very lives depend upon obeying our instructions!"

Pynchon took a swallow of his beverage, smiled, and added, "Besides old man, Rupert promised we both could have some 'quality time' with his star newswoman, Megyn-I'm getting a hard-on just thinking about the blonde slut! Which reminds me..."

Mellon nodded knowingly and said to his Chief of Security several rows away, "PRESTON-tell Bevis she has fifteen-minutes!"

The large woman jumped to her feet and said, "Yes, Mr. Mellon-immediately!"

The sight of Ms. Preston lumbering down the aisle caused Mary Jane's heart to skip a beat. The woman was 6'2" and at least two-hundred pounds of muscle and reeked of danger. To the small girl, she looked as big as King Kong-with a face to match.

The woman spoke brusquely to Miss Bevis: "You have fifteen-minutes, Bevis!"

"Oh, uh, yes, okay, Ms Preston!" she stammered.

It made Mary Jane uncomfortable watching the older woman cower before Ms. Preston...she didn't think Miss Bevis was afraid of anyone.

"Finish the water, dear," she told Mary Jane.

"I'm not thirsty, Miss Bevis, and I really have to pee!" she said.

"Sweetie-"

The look on the older woman's face scared the girl and she tipped the bottle and guzzled the remaining water.

"C'mon, dear, let's get comfortable..." she said to Mary Jane as she took the girl's hand and led her to a plush chair across the aisle. "Sit on my lap, cutie, and give me a kiss!"

The girl kissed her mentor all the while squeezing and straining to hold in her pee. Once the crisis passed, she began to enjoy the older woman's lips on hers, and her hands unbuttoning her blouse to free her pert breasts.

The older woman removed the girls bra; caressed and kneaded the girls firm, round globes and pinched her nipples into proud points.

"Sweetie..." began the older woman, "...it's a three-hour flight to New York, and the men want some entertainment to pass the time-you know how quickly men get bored and distracted-they have the attention span of gnats!"

Mary Jane giggled then sighed...she loved the way Miss Bevis stroked her flesh, but she couldn't help wonder what her role in the men's 'entertainment' would be.

"Sweetie..." she continued, "...do you remember last week when I taught you the 'Puppy Girl Game'?"

The tiny hairs on the back of Mary Jane's neck stood straight-a violent shiver raced up and down her spine.




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"Don't be afraid, dear, everything will be fine..." said Miss Bevis, softly stroking the girls face and hair. 

"P-Please, Ms Bevis-do I have to?" whimpered the young girl. "Please don't make me do THAT again!"

"Sweetie, you know you are not allowed to refuse any request...it will be okay, dear...when I take you up front pretend the men are not even there-do your business and get on with the rest of it...okay, dear-will you be a brave girl and do that for me, dear?"

Tears gathered in the young girl's eyes but she slowly nodded her head and said softly, "Yes, Miss Bevis..."

"Good girl...now let's get the rest of your clothes off..." 

Mary Jane hated the adjustable dog collar but moved her long hair out of the way so Miss Bevis could wrap it around her slender neck.

"I'll do my best not to choke you, but you know it has to be a tight fit, right dear?" asked the older woman.

"Y-Yes, Miss Bevis," replied the girl.

When she felt the metal rings around her neck, she shivered and said, "It's cold in here."

Miss Bevis hugged the girl and kissed her. She showed the girl the leash then attached it to one of the rings in the collar.

"This is why you had me drink all that water, isn't it?" Mary Jane softly asked.

"Sweetie, I have to follow orders just like you," said the older woman.

"I know...we ALL have to follow orders..." sighed Mary Jane.

Ms Preston suddenly appeared and barked, "IT'S TIME, 'LADIES'!"

Without a word from the older woman, Mary Jane went to the floor on her hands and knees.

Miss Bevis leaned down, whispered, "Good girl" then made sure the young girl's nipples were hard.

"Men like to see them sticking straight out...and dear, keep your legs well apart," she said to the girl.

Miss Bevis tugged on the leash and the collar closed tight around Mary Jane's neck causing her to choke and cough.

"I'm sorry, dear, I'll be more gentle!" said the older woman.

Mary Jane saw the bright light before her eyes as she followed Miss Bevis to the front of the airplane. It was the bright light she saw whenever she was required to perform an act so odious to her, she was thankfully able to go thru the motions without realizing she was doing it herself.

Out of the corner of her eye she saw the men sitting on the sofa on the right-side of the plane. They were wearing black robes, which were opened slightly. Between them sat the young girl Mary Jane had seen upon boarding the airplane, she guessed the girl was the flight attendant.

The girl was naked, and her hands were grasping and stroking the men's erections.

"Ohhhh, what a cute little puppy-girl!" she heard Mr. Mellon say. 

Miss Bevis gave him the leash and he yanked it so hard the girl had to fight-off the urge to cry out.

"Come over here, girl, come to your Master!"

Mary Jane went to him, bowed her head and began licking his bare feet.

"Ohhh, good girl," he said as he petted her hair and back.

Mary Jane understood what to do: she made small yelping noises, and shook her buttocks back and forth to show her happiness at being petted.

"You're such a pretty girl," Mellon cooed at her. "Obedient too..."

Then her worst fear was realized when she saw Ms Preston set down the small, circular tub beside her.

"Does my pretty girl have to do pee-pee?" asked Mellon, scratching behind her ears. "C'mon girl—you can do it-go pee-pee for us!"

And as Miss Bevis had taught her, she positioned herself near the tub, lifted her leg, and made sure she was aiming correctly.

She heard Mr. Mellon order, "Do it, pretty puppy-girl-pee for your Masters!" He then SMACKED her sharply on her buttocks.

Mary Jane yelped and released a mighty torrent of hot urine into the tub. To her, the noise it made splashing against the metal tub was deafening.

Miss Bevis looked at the men staring at the girl. Their beady eyes glued to the girl's hole watching the golden liquid shooting from her body; their mouths open wide with spittle forming on the corners of their lips.

What a pathetic sight, thought the older woman. Grown men getting excited watching a young girl pee!

She remembered Ms Hatfield's words to her: "Men have become so accustomed to freely available sex, they are finding it more and more difficult to achieve arousal...women will be subjected to extreme forms of debasement and humiliation simply so men can get erections and climax."

She heard the girl's urine stream slow then stop altogether.

Mellon said, "PRESTON-BEVIS-you bitches get naked too...once our cute little puppy-girl sucks us off, we'll need some time to recover...I don't believe Master Thomas has witnessed a four-girl daisy chain-I think he will find it quite invigorating!"

As she undressed, the older woman watched Mellon give the leash to Master Thomas who proceeded to give it a sharp tug which elicited a frantic, choking cry from Mary Jane. No matter, the man pulled on the leash until the young girl's face hovered over his erection.

Knowing her duty in life, the young girl immediately took the man's hard, stubby cock into her mouth.

As Miss Bevis watched the spectacle of the poor girl's lips stretched obscenely wide around the man's fat cock, and listened to him crudely order Mary Jane to "Suck my cock, puppy-girl" and "You better swallow every drop I give you, cunt" the older woman found herself thinking the day the women take control of The New World Order couldn't come soon enough.

When Sarah and I envisioned our special night, the night I'd finally take her virginity after waiting so long, neither one of us dreamed it would be like this...

The 'Party Room' at our condo complex was made to resemble 'The Play Room' at work with a large, four-poster bed in the center, surrounded by loveseats and an erotic, red-glowing spotlight hanging overhead. 

Mistress prepared me in private in the adjoining exercise room. She had me remove my bra and panties then massaged my breasts until my specially enlarged nipples became very prominent on my chest. 

Mistress attached leather cuffs with small ringlets to my wrists. She stood in front of me with a long, thin golden chain with clamps spaced in the middle. She opened the clamps, placed them on my nipples then closed them until they bit into my sensitive flesh. 

I grimaced in pain, but did not utter a sound. As usual, my tiny dick sprung an immediate boner-as I'd come to accept, real men with real cocks have 'erections'-a sissy like me gets a 'boner.'

As instructed, I placed my hands flat on my thighs, and Mistress attached each end of the golden chain to a ringlet on each wrist cuff until there was no slack in the chain. The effect was if I moved my hands outward, the chain would tug at my trapped nipples and greatly increase my pain and discomfort.

She ordered me to "Open your legs wider!" and I said "Yes, Mistress" and obeyed her.

As my balls dangled between my thighs, she used thumb and forefinger to encircle the top of my scrotum, pushed my balls low in their sac, then wrapped a thin leather strap tightly around the top of my scrotum. 

She stopped to admire her work; my balls appeared huge beneath the leather strap. She took them in her hand and gently squeezed and massaged them.

She smiled and said, "They almost look like a real man's balls now!"

I said, "Thank you, Mistress."

I saw her retrieve what appeared to be a leash for dogs. At one end were small metal rings. I hadn't noticed that the scrotum strap had ringlets like my wrist cuffs until she attached the leash to one of the ringlets. She tugged on the leash bringing a sharp jolt of pain to my balls and once again I grimaced but said nothing.

She stood close to me and kissed my forehead then said, "Little one, remain as you are until I come for you..."

"Yes, Mistress," I answered.

"...remember the instructions you've been given..."

"Yes, Mistress," I said.

"...if you deviate from the instructions, or disappoint us with your performance-Mistress Sandra will use her whip on you, and I guarantee you DO NOT want that to happen!"

"N-N-No, Mistress!" I stammered.

"Good boy," she said.

She smiled and kissed my forehead one more time before leaving me standing alone in the room.

A week earlier, I had the misfortune of witnessing Mistress Sandra's rage...her slavegirl, Kitten, had somehow disobeyed or disappointed her, and I watched in absolute shock and terror as the young girl was brutally whipped by Mistress Sandra...I can still hear the girl screaming in agony-if the woman did that to her own girl, I couldn't imagine what she'd do to me if she was presented with the opportunity.

I went over my role in my mind...over and over and over...

Mistress returned to the room and announced, "It is time for your girlfriend to be deflowered..." She took hold of the leash and led me into the Party Room.

The big bed was illuminated in red. The rest of the room was dark, and all I could see were silhouettes of everyone gathered around the bed.

Mistress held the leash taut; pulling me forward by my balls. I heard murmurs of appreciation for my appearance. I stared straight ahead, careful not to look directly at any of my Mistresses seated around the bed.

When I was standing at the foot of the bed, Mistress sharply tugged the leash and I couldn't stop the painful YELP from escaping my mouth...soft laughter filled the room.

"KNEEL!" she commanded.

"Yes, Mistress," I said loud enough for everyone to hear.

I went to my knees and waited. I watched Mistress lay the leash on the bed then disappear thru a nearby door. In a matter of seconds, the door opened and Mistress emerged holding the hand of my sweet, sweet Sarah.

OH MY GOD, SHE'S BEAUTIFUL!! 

My girlfriend wore a sheer white, babydoll nightie that barely reached the top of her thighs. She was naked beneath the nightie and I stared at her spectacular breasts thrusting proudly forward, threatening to burst thru the sheer, diaphanous material.

I glanced at her neatly trimmed blonde pubic hair and felt pride at the work I'd done. 

Mistress led Sarah to the side of the bed, turned to her and kissed her full on the lips. The kissed lasted so long I became jealous it wasn't me kissing my girlfriend.

Mistress assisted Sarah onto the bed then turned and walked away. My girlfriend took the leash in her hand, tugged hard on it and said, "GET UP HERE, SISSYBOY!"

I once again yelped in pain, but immediately obeyed her command and kneeled on the mattress before my Goddess of a girlfriend.

She lay back, opened her legs wide exposing herself to everyone, and asked me, "WHY ARE YOU HERE, SISSYBOY?"

I spoke loudly, and clearly, as I fixed my gaze on the lips of her sex.

"I BELONG TO YOU, MISTRESS SARAH-I AM YOUR PROPERTY TO DO WITH AS YOU PLEASE-I WILL OBEY YOUR EVERY COMMAND-I WILL SERVE YOUR EVERY NEED AND DESIRE-I WAS BORN TO BE YOUR OBEDIENT SISSYBOY-PLEASE ALLOW ME TO PLEASURE YOU, MISTRESS SARAH!"

"PUSH YOUR TONGUE INTO MY CUNT AND LICK ME, SISSYBOY!"

"YES, MISTRESS SARAH-THANK YOU, MISTRESS SARAH!"

My head swooned and my prick throbbed when my face was close enough to her pussy and smelled her sweet fragrance. I pushed my tongue inside her as far as it would go until my face was firmly pressed against her soft feminine flesh.

I licked the folds of her sex and thrust my tongue in and out of her. I soon tasted the sweet nectar of her lust and desire. I carefully avoided her clitoris as instructed; she would tell me when she was ready for me to lick her there.

I settled into pleasuring her pussy. My lips and tongue working non-stop; her wetness growing; my mouth pressed firmly against her heat.

In our usual lovemaking, she was unpredictable. Sometimes she demanded a quick orgasm, and other times she would keep my face between her legs for long periods of time before allowing me to bring her off.

I knew this would be the later...she would want me to put on a good show for her peers. 

In fact, she had confided to me that I couldn't begin to work on her clit until we heard the exclamations of pleasure from the women in the room who were being similarly pleasured by their concubines.

I licked up and swallowed her flowing juices. I concentrated on my task, but also kept my ears open, and listened to the sighs and gasps of pleasure from the other women.

The sounds in the room grew louder, more pronounced.

"MAKE ME CUM, SISSYBOY-MAKE ME CUM NOW!!" she suddenly blurted out.

"YES, MISTRESS SARAH-THANK YOU, MISTRESS SARAH!" I shouted before I attacked her clitoris with all the talent and skill I possessed.

The noise in the room became a cacophony of feminine shrieks in the throes of orgasm...and I soon had my sweet, sweet Sarah singing along with the all-girl choir.

As my girlfriend gulped air; her body coming to rest, I said, "THANK YOU FOR ALLOWING ME TO EAT YOUR CUNT, MISTRESS SARAH!"

She stayed on script, as well. She hooked her hands behind her knees and pulled them back towards her heaving breasts.

"LICK MY ASSHOLE, SISSYBOY-PUSH YOUR TONGUE INSIDE MY ASSHOLE!!"

"YES, MISTRESS SARAH-THANK YOU FOR ALLOWING ME TO LICK YOUR ASSHOLE, MISTRESS SARAH!" was my reply we had rehearsed the previous evening.

I licked at her anus and when it was sufficiently wet, I thrust my tongue inside her. I licked the sandpaper-like walls of her asshole...my face planted firmly between her asscheeks; my nose struggling to breathe.

I lost track of time, but when I felt the juices from Sarah's pussy flowing onto my face I knew we were getting close. 

Suddenly, I heard the women in the room gasp then giggle then applaud. I knew what was coming next-it was a surprise to them, but not for Sarah and myself.

A hand took hold of my hair and brutally pulled me away from Sarah's asshole, and I fell back onto the mattress.

I looked up and gasped just as the women had earlier. I saw Mistress standing beside the bed wearing a sheer, black babydoll nightie, but what really grabbed my attention was the long and thick fake cock and balls protruding from her crotch. 

I knew what was going to happen but the sight of it still caught me by surprise. I had never before seen a woman wearing a strap-on dildo.

I watched Mistress lean over and kiss Sarah. She stroked my girlfriends hair, smiled, then said, "ARE YOU READY TO SURRENDER YOUR VIRGINITY TO ME?"

I saw the lust and desire in Sarah's eyes.

"YES, MISTRESS-I AM READY FOR YOU TO TAKE ME-PLEASE TAKE ME NOW, MISTRESS-PLEEEEZZZZZZZZ..."

Then Mistress looked at me and said, "GET ME READY FOR YOUR GIRLFRIEND, SISSYBOY-TAKE MY COCK IN YOUR MOUTH AND GET IT WET!!"

She turned and presented the fake cock to my face.

"YES, MISTRESS-THANK YOU, MISTRESS!" I said.

I heard the women giggling as I drew the dildo into my mouth, and ran my tongue over the warm, hard rubbery surface. Mistress had me lick it all around until it glistened with my saliva.

She said to me, "ENOUGH!" then turned to Sarah and said, "OPEN YOUR LEGS FOR ME, MY SWEET LITTLE BITCH!"

"YES, MISTRESS!" replied Sarah and she opened her legs for all to see her wet pussy.

Mistress positioned herself so the tip of the flared cockhead was at the entrance to my girlfriend's cunt.

She said to me, "TAKE MY COCK AND PUT IT INSIDE YOUR GIRLFRIEND, SISSYBOY-PLACE MY COCK BETWEEN HER PUSSYLIPS!"

"Y-YES, MISTRESS!" I nervously replied.

My hand was trembling as I took hold of the cock and guided the head to the flowering petals of Sarah's yawning cunt. I hesitated, but not long enough for anyone to notice then worked the tip between the lips of my girlfriend's virgin pussy.

Mistress then said to me, "HOLD MY BALLS WHILE I FUCK YOUR GIRLFRIEND, SISSYBOY!"

"Y-YES, MISTRESS," I said. 

And with a mighty lunge of her hips, she thrust the cock into Sarah. I heard my girlfriend whimper in pain as her hymen was broken...I saw streaks of blood escaping from her now-deflowered pussy.

And even though I'd had almost a week to get accustomed to the idea, an overwhelming sense of sorrow and sadness washed thru my entire being and soul. I had truly believed it would be me performing this sacred ritual for my beloved girlfriend. 

I didn't have time to feel sorry for myself-Mistress was fucking my girlfriend hard and fast and I needed to concentrate on holding the large, rubbery scrotum in my small hand.

I found myself mesmerized by the sight of the dildo madly plunging in and out of my sweet, sweet Sarah's cunt. I watched amazed, as Sarah's pussylips clung to the pistoning cock...and even more amazed when my girlfriend began thrusting her hips in time with her deep impalement.

I watched my girlfriend's legs seemingly rise on their own volition until they wrapped themselves around Mistresses back...opening herself so she could take more and more of the fake cock inside her.

I listened to the sounds in the room...all of my Mistresses totally uninhibited in taking their orgasms from their concubines. The room grew unbearably hot; the odor of feminine pleasure permeated the air.

As if on cue, the women began screaming and shouting...I intently watched Sarah's face contort in the throes of orgasm...she thrashed about wildly and it was all Mistress could do to keep plunging her cock in and out of my girlfriend.

And then I heard the sounds that felt like sharp daggers straight to my heart-Sarah came like she never came before-her shrill screams of joy repeatedly slapped my face and instantly deflated my ego-I'd never made her scream like that-I had never worked her into such an orgasmic frenzy her body almost leapt off the bed.

But as soon as I became lost in the fog of despair, I remembered Mistresses words to me-words I refused to believe at the time, but now know to be true:

"Once your girlfriend loses her virginity-she will never-ever allow you to climb between her legs and let you stick your tiny weenie inside her...if you truly love her, you will assist her any way she desires and you will take pleasure in maximizing her sexual satisfaction."

Yes, I will do whatever my girlfriend demands of me...I love her that much!

When I heard Mistress cry out it surprised the heck out of me...I couldn't understand how she could climax by fucking my girlfriend with a fake cock?

I have to admit, I was as excited as anyone in the room, but the darn scrotum strap prevented my balls from unleashing a torrent of sperm and semen inside my panties.

My body was literally shaking with desire as I continued holding the fake, rubber scrotum waiting for the next command from Mistress. I watched thru glazed-over eyes as Sarah climbed off the bed and disappeared in the darkness.

Mistress pointed the glistening rubber cock at my face and I knew enough to take it in my mouth and clean it of Sarah's juices.

"Remove your panties and give them to me!" she said. 

I obeyed her and she said, "Get on your hands and knees on the end of the bed!"

When I was in position, she SMACKED my butt and scolded, "GET THOSE LEGS WIDER APART THAN THAT, SISSYBOY!"

"Y-Yes, Mistress!" I replied and did as she said.

I felt the tip of the long and slender dildo I used for masturbation press against my anus. It was oily, and Mistress (or someone else?) pushed it inside me. It was removed, coated with more oil, then pushed inside me again.

My balls had never hurt so badly...had never been in such need for release...I prayed to God Mistress was going to allow me to climax.

The dildo was removed again and suddenly I felt the head of something much bigger press against my opening. My fuzzy mind was trying to process this development when suddenly the large object was brutally thrust into me.

I cried out in pain and tried to escape the assault but was held firmly in place. I twisted my head around to see what the heck was going on but had difficulty understanding what my eyes were looking at. 




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The object was withdrawn to the very tip then once again thrust into me.

OH MY GOD-MISTRESS IS FUCKING ME WITH HER STRAP-ON!! 

She not only took Sarah's virginity with it-she is taking mine, as well!!

Suddenly my sweet, sweet Sarah was at my side, stroking my hair and whispering in my ear.

"Show Mistress how much you love getting fucked in the ass-push your hips back-yes, like that-good boy-take that cock in your pussy!"

And then I felt the panties wrapped around my prick and a hand (Sarah's hand?) began to vigorously masturbate me.

OH MY GOD, IT FELT SOOO GOOOD!!

The hand diabolically stopped still which meant I had to move my hips back-and-forth in order for the hand to masturbate me. I heard the gasps and giggles of the women in the audience as I frantically fucked myself on the dildo in order to feel the hand on my prick.

"Tell Mistress how much you love having her cock in your pussy!" whispered Sarah.

"Ohhhhhh..." I groaned with every thrust of the fake cock. 

My head was swimming-I no longer could think rationally-all that mattered was the hand on my prick, and the dildo in my ass. I lost it when on one particularly deep thrust the cockhead battered my prostate.

OHHHH-MISTRESS-YES-YES-PLEASE FUCK ME, MISTRESS-RAM YOUR COCK IN MY PUSSY-OHHHH-YES-YES-YES-FUCK MY PUSSY, MISTRESS-PLEEEEZZZZZZZZZZ..."

I paid no attention to the smattering of laughter...I ignored Mistress Sandra's voice when she called out "FUCK THAT LITTLE FAGBOY, MISSY-GO GIRL-GIVE IT TO HIM GOOD...FAGBOYS ALWAYS REMEMBER THEIR FIRST ASS-FUCKING-MAKE HIM A SLAVE TO YOUR COCK, MISSY!"

Mistress was grunting with every thrust-the pain was completely gone—all I felt was pure pleasure. I couldn't believe how wonderful it felt being fucked...for a brief moment, I wished I'd had a real pussy so she could fuck me there, too.

I felt gentle hands on my balls (Sarah's hands?)...the scrotum strap was undone and removed...my girlfriend whispered in my ear:

"I give you permission to cum-do it for us, sweetie-CUM IN YOUR PANTIES NOW!"

And my balls absolutely exploded like never before!

OHHHHH-GODDDDD-YES-YES-YES-I'M-CUMMING-IN-MY-PANTIES-MISTRESS-I'M-CUMMING-IN-MY-PANTIES-THANK-YOU-MISTRESS-YES-YES-YES-YESSSSSSSSSS..."

The next thing I remembered was kneeling naked besides Mistress Sarah as the women drank champagne and ate caviar...still weak from the most powerful orgasm I'd ever experienced...my bottom hole sore, only now closing from being stretched open so wide...the flavor of the cum-drenched panties in my mouth...listening to the women talking, but not caring what they said...the loving caresses of my sweet, sweet Sarah absentmindedly stroking my hair as she listened to the women then spoke her mind...I found myself smiling-consumed by an inner peace I never knew existed...I found myself thinking: I love these women-I truly belong here with these women...I will obey and serve these women for the rest of my days...

"John, get dressed-you're going to be our chauffeur today!" I said to the boy as he sat working diligently at his desk.

"Yes, Mistress!" he instantly replied.

I watched him rise from his chair...I always found it cute to see his little boner tenting-out the front of his panties. Sarah had him in his hot pink, lace panties today-damn, he looks so adorable!

I had a feeling The Baroness would find him as cute and sexy as the rest of us here...perhaps even take advantage of his oral prowess-she seemed interested when I described him to her on the phone.

We had discovered it was much easier traveling around town if we had a male driver. The guards at the checkpoints only glanced at their 'Letters of Transit' and allowed them on their way. Females were routinely stopped and questioned...and sometimes arrested on phony charges...I am a patient woman, but the 'silent revolution' could not come soon enough-it was past time for sanity to rule the world again!

No surprise, The Baronesses plane was on-time. John held open the back door of the car as The Baroness and I approached...he was so cute standing at attention!

Before climbing into the backseat she stopped and stroked his cheek.

"My-my-who do we have here? Are you the boy I've heard so much about?" she asked him in her near-flawless English.

John's face was level with her bosom, he lowered his eyes and said, "My name is John, Mistress Baroness, I am here to serve and obey you-I was born to serve and obey women, Mistress Baroness-my purpose in life is to serve and obey women, Mistress Baroness!"

She softly laughed as her handsome face broke out in a wide smile. Her demeanor suddenly turned serious; she traced a fingertip over John's lips.

"Missy..." she said, "...is this lovely boy available to me tonight?"

I was glad she asked-we all wanted her to enjoy her trip to Flowerton.

"He is at your service whenever you desire, Baroness!" I said.

"Marvelous," she said with a smile, "...I will definitely put him thru his paces while I am here!"

We laughed then sat back and made small talk as John drove us to the office. I pointed out to her the various construction projects, and other sites of interest. My curiosity got the best of me-I had to ask the question that was on the minds of all my executives.

"Please excuse my impudence, Baroness, but I must ask how 'The Plan' is coming along-we are all quite excited and eager to see changes in this New World."

"Yes, I understand...I will explain the specifics during our meetings, but for now I guess I can tell you we are on schedule, maybe even ahead of schedule thanks to the Chinese," she said. "They are more fearful of our men than we are...they truly believe our men are on course to cause a world-wide nuclear armageddon and they want to prevent it-they want peace as much as we do-this is why they have been so cooperative with us!"

"And our men have no idea that China is working with us and not them?" I asked.

"My husband is an idiot, and of course, men in general are clueless...the RFID implants the Chinese are producing for our men have been modified to our specifications, and our men, as always, are lax in quality control...the chips will now produce a steady flow of estrogen to decrease their aggressive and violent behavior, while at the same time, the same ingredients used in ED pills will ensure an adequate flow of blood to the penis so they can still get their silly hard-ons and keep them addicted to sex...we are counting on their overpowering need for sex for our plan to be successful...and the beauty of all this is the men are unwittingly paying all the bills for their own emasculation!"

"Missy, dear," she continued, "...we still have much hard work ahead of us, but progress is being made every day, once the chips are implanted and the programming takes effect-we will see a New World Order concerned with peace and prosperity for all-not just for the Elite 1%."

"Have any alterations been made to the female RFID chip?" I asked the Baroness.

"No, we believe the chip the Chinese are currently producing will help us achieve our goals...some women may not be pleased with the mandatory birth control aspects of the chip, but dear, we are at a critical juncture in human history where we must make more informed decisions about the population of this planet...we are running out of water and arable farm land-hard choices have to be made for the survival of planet Earth."

"I think most women understand the problems we're facing as a species," I said. 

"True, dear, but there are still millions of old-fashioned 'don't-tell me-how-many-kids-I-can-have' women out there who will create problems for us...my biggest worry, dear, is at first, we may have to be just as brutal and cruel with women as the men have been!"

"Yes, I've thought about that myself..." I said. "We have to make sure our message is strong and clear...how is the 'media solution' coming along?"

"Beautifully...thanks to women like Jennifer and Megyn! Females now control the top creative and decision-making positions in five-out-of-six media corporations...when we give them the go-ahead, they will begin a subtle, yet persistent shift in paradigm-changing propaganda."

"That will be a refreshing!" I said.

"Yes it will..." The Baroness said with a smile. "By the time the RFID chip and the media-blitz has taken effect-men will worship and obey women like Mother Nature intended!"

I joined her in laughter and found myself looking forward to the NEW-New World Order.

When Missy bestowed upon me the title of 'Vice President and General Manager' of The Coral Reefer Club, she said, "Sarah, you will need an assistant/secretary to make your job more manageable-do you have anyone in mind?"

Without hesitation I said, "Caroline!"

She laughed and said, "Why doesn't that surprise me?"

"Also," I added, "...I want her boyfriend, Teddy, signed to a contract, as well...if he can use his big dick half as well as she claims-I want him to be a Gloryhole Boy when we open the Ladies Club next week!"

"Oh—excellent idea!" she said.

And now a week later, Caroline stood before my desk biting her lower-lip and throwing hateful stares in my direction. She understood the dire consequences of disobeying me and she hated every second of every day while she was at work.

Yes, I enjoyed her discomfort and humiliation, but it was bad business for my assistant to be miserable in her job. If I was going to be successful, I needed ALL my employees working for me, not against me."

"Caroline, dear," I began, "...with the opening of The Ladies Club, and the expected volume of clients, I'm afraid you will be required to refrain from engaging in intercourse with your boyfriend-he is going to need all the strength he has to meet the demand for his services...in fact, you are prohibited from allowing him to orgasm at all!"

Her eyes flew open; her fair skin turned ashen. I was pleased and amused by her reaction.

"To enforce this rule, both you and Teddy will take a polygraph test when you come to work every day...don't try to lie and beat the test-it can't be done anymore...I would prefer you don't have him eat you out either-once again, I want him at full-strength when he arrives for work!"

"B-B-But I, uh, how will I..." she blubbered.

I enjoyed the tears welling in her eyes.

"I will be in charge of your orgasms, dear...so don't worry and please trust me-I know a slut like you needs to get-off every day-I will allow you plenty of orgasms, dear, but how and when is strictly up to me-do you understand me, girl?"

What else could she say?

"Y-Yes, Mistress Sarah," she whimpered.

"Is Teddy in the Waiting Room?" I asked her.

"Y-Yes, Mistress Sarah," she replied.

"Bring him to me!" I ordered.

"Yes, Mistress Sarah!" she dutifully responded and obeyed my command.

I have to admit, Teddy has a wonderful body, and is very handsome, but he's not very bright, and like every man, is willing to fuck anything that moves. Several times he came-on to me behind Caroline's back, but I would have nothing to do with him. Now however...

They stood before me...Caroline with fear and mistrust in her eyes-Teddy with a slight smile on his face and a growing bulge in his slacks. The boy never could control his penis.

To Caroline's utter amazement, I reached under my skirt and pushed my panties down my legs. I kicked the panties aside, and grinned at the trembling girl.

"Sweetie," I said to her. "I'm going to have your boyfriend fuck me...come over here and get on your knees and make my pussy wet with that pretty mouth of yours!"

The look of horror on her face was priceless. She turned beet-red; and stood frozen in place.

"Caroline," I said with a scowl on my face as I lifted my skirt, and spread my legs wide showing her my crotch. "That was NOT a request, girl!"

She whimpered and scampered forward dropping to her knees. She placed her hands on my thighs and just stared at my pussy.

"Have you ever eaten cunt before, girl?" I asked.

"N-No...no, Mistress Sarah," she said softly.

I patted her head and said, "Don't worry, dear, you'll be an expert at this in no time at all-now get your mouth on my pussy-I want to feel your tongue on my lips and clit!"

She whimpered one last time and pressed her mouth to my pussy. 

I said to Teddy, "Take off your slacks and undies!"

"Yes, Mistress Sarah!" he said rather enthusiastically.

He pushed his slacks and boxers to the floor. I stifled a gasp when his big cock sprung into view. 

Oh my goodness-he's even longer and thicker than Barry! 

I motioned him to stand beside me near the desk. I immediately took his cock in one hand, while I weighed his balls with the other. He had the largest scrotum I'd ever seen. I wondered what it would feel like when he shot his load inside me.

My pussy became drenched; more from the feel of his 'junk' in my hands than what Caroline's mouth was doing to me. I made a mental note she would need extensive cuntlicking training.

I pushed her head from my pussy and told her to remain on her knees. I turned around and bent over until my head and shoulders were resting comfortably on the desk; my legs opened wide; my wet pussy exposed to my newest employees. 

I heard Teddy groan as he drank-in my obscene position. I couldn't wait any longer to feel his manly cock thrusting in-and-out of me. 

"Caroline, be a dear and put your boyfriend's cock inside me," I said. 

"Ohhh-y-yes, Mistress Sarah," she said with a shaky voice.

I could tell she was excited...that she was aroused by this unexpected and sordid tableau. Neither of them could see me smiling as I bent over the desk. 

Sure, I wanted to punish my high school rival for her constant harping and criticism of Johnny, but more than anything, I wanted to make her my female submissive...AND, I wanted her to enjoy her new role of serving and obeying me.

I moaned at first contact when Caroline worked Teddy's bulbous cockhead between the slippery lips of my sex. Oh God-his knob is bigger than Barry's...and when the head was inside, the impetuous boy could wait no longer and lunged forward burying his wonderful cock inside me to the hilt.

"Caroline dear, hold your boyfriend's balls while he fucks me!" I said. 

"Ooooo-yes, Mistress Sarah!"

Then I thought of another wicked thing she could do that would help keep her ego in check, and make her aware of her new status in life.

"Sweetie, there's enough room between my legs, scoot forward and lick my clitoris...yes, that's it-good girl...now massage your boyfriend's balls and lick my clit...oh, yes, dear-you are a sweetheart!"

I smiled as I recalled Missy's words to me a few weeks ago: "Sweetie, after you lose your virginity, you're going to be like a kid in a candy store-you're going to fuck every big cock you can find!"

She had been right, but now that I had Johnny's mouth and Barry and Teddy's cocks, well, now I can settle down and concentrate on business knowing my sexual needs will be taken care of.

I closed my eyes and focused on Teddy's manly cock pounding my pussy. It stretched my lips wide, and I could feel every ridge and vein as it filled me completely.

Caroline's tongue was becoming more adept and agile; swirling around and lapping at my clit. I decided to reward her.

"Caroline, dear, I give you permission to play with your pussy...do you want to play with yourself, sweetheart?"

Her hot breath on my clit sent thrills shooting up my spine as she screamed: "OH-GOD-YES-THANK-YOU-MISTRESS-SARAH-THANK-YOU-SO-MUCH!!"

And suddenly, I realized the girl might make a perfect little playmate for my Johnny...he has been so loyal and wonderful...I've been tough on him during his training, but now he deserves to have fun, too...

Teddy's pumping became harder and faster...he was getting close...it was time to give Caroline one final command.

"Caroline, dear, when your boyfriend finishes cumming inside me-get your mouth on my cunt and clean out all his spunk, okay sweetie?"

"UNGH—Yes, Mistress Sarah!" 

I found myself unconsciously grunting and groaning at his every thrust...my body began to quiver and shake...it began in my loins then shot up my spine until it felt like my head was exploding...and then I felt his first salvo of hot semen-it felt like a cannon shot-off in my cunt-OH-MY-GOD-the boy absolutely filled me with spunk...all three of us cried-out and I was happy my office had sound-proof walls.

I found it amusing that my first thought when my mind cleared was 'I think I'll stop at the lingerie store and buy Johnny a pretty pink thong he can wear when Teddy comes over and shares our bed!'



Secrets of The New World Order



"Y-Yes...Sir."

She heard the zipper on the back of her dress being lowered. He pushed the garment off her shoulders. The dress free-fell to the floor; his hands fondled her breasts through her bra. She felt sick to her stomach, but stood still and let him touch her.

"Good girl...you know, Judy, I've wanted to see your tits from the day we met – take off your bra and show them to me."

"Please, don't make me do this, Mr. Bagley," she said with a whimper.

"Sweetheart, all I want to hear from you is 'Yes, Sir' – do you understand me?"

"Y-Yes, Sir," she whispered then reached around her back and unclasped the bra and pulled the straps off her shoulders. 

In one last attempt at modesty she hugged the garment to her breasts, but the man easily snatched it from her and tossed it to the floor. He stood behind her and pulled her close. His hands held her naked breasts, kneading and squeezing her flesh.

When he pinched her hardening nipples she exclaimed, "OH," he squeezed them harder and rolled them between his fingers.

She felt his hot breath on her neck. He pushed his tongue in her ear and she shivered. Then he pressed the bulge in his slacks into her buttocks. She felt his hardness against her and gasped.

"Sweetheart," he said. "You are one sexy bitch – I can't wait any longer. Get on your knees and take out my cock. I've been dreaming about this blowjob since yesterday."

She wanted to scream. The rudeness of his talk, the very private act he demanded her to perform, it was one thing to use her mouth when she made love to her husband, but this was downright obscene.

"Please, I can't do that..." she began softly crying.

He forcefully twisted her body so she was facing him.

He sneered into her petrified face and snapped at her, "Well then, I'll have to pick up the phone and tell Mary to start your eviction papers...you have 48 hours to get out of your house!"

She coughed and choked. Judith gave one last cry before she fell silent. 

Her mind went numb as she knelt before the man. Her fingers trembled so much she had difficulty opening his slacks and extracting his hard prick. When she finally saw it she gasped. The only male erection she had ever seen was Jeffrey's, and Mr. Bagley's cock was longer and thicker than her husbands.

She heard his laughter.

"Yes, Sweetheart, it is a nice piece of meat, isn't it? Start sucking – those luscious tits of yours have me so horny it shouldn't take you long to suck the cum out of my balls...."

Judith cringed at his words, but was resigned to her fate. She decided to do her best and make him cum as fast as she could and get it over with.

She had sucked her husband's cock hundreds of times, and had become quite good at it. She remembered what Jeffrey had liked so her lips and tongue performed the way he would have wanted.

Mr. Bagley couldn't believe his good fortune. His own wife would never do this for him, but now, thanks to the new-found power the ruling elite had bestowed on him, a beautiful woman with gorgeous tits was on her knees servicing him. 

His eyes went back and forth from her swaying breasts to her sensuous lips and mouth.

His cock throbbed as a feeling of absolute power spread throughout his body. He laughed to himself.

The bank was handing out more than a dozen eviction notices a day. By the time the economy settled in, he figured the bank would own at least two thousand houses. 

Houses that had virtually no chance of selling any time soon because of tight money, and no credit being given to the average person; the bank would be stuck with thousands of houses whose value was depreciating daily. 

He had already allowed families to stay in their foreclosed homes rent-free until they found someplace else to live. He could have made the same arrangement with Judith, as well. He could have allowed her family to remain in the house rent-free.

His climax was getting close. He began thrusting his hips, forcing more of his cock into the pretty woman's mouth. 

I am the CEO of the bank, he thought to himself, and the ruling elite installed me as Town Manager. I am the most powerful man in town, and, by God, I am going to use that power and reap the rewards. 

He smiled down at the madly sucking woman – she was the first of what promised to be, many, many more women who would be forced to degrade themselves on their knees before him.  

Yes, he thought, I'm definitely going to love this New World Order crap.

He felt his balls contract; he held her head still and madly fucked her mouth. 

"SWALLOW IT, BITCH – SWALLOW IT ALL...."

She had allowed her husband to cum in her mouth out of her deep love for him. 

Now it was a necessity or she'd choke on it. She couldn't believe how much 'love-juice' he had in his balls. After three-four streams her husband would be finished, but this man kept cumming and cumming....

"Always lick it clean when I'm done," he snarled at her once his spasms ended.

The tears returned to her eyes as her tongue lapped at his nasty spunk. She softly cried when she realized this was her future now. 

God dammit, Jeffrey, her mind railed. How could you do this to us? Why did you leave us alone in this world? What is going to become of us?

The man pushed her way from him and fixed his clothing.

"Not bad, Sweetheart – you'll get better with more practice...look at me bitch!" he demanded.

Judith stared into his eyes and saw nothing but evil.

He fumbled in his pocket and produced a key.

"Do you know the old 'Flowerton Motel' on highway ten?" he asked her.

She nodded.

"This is a key to room 137...we are going to meet there every Tuesday and Friday at 2pm until I say differently!"

"No-no, please – I can't---"

He interrupted her. "If you want your family to remain in the house, you can – and you will."

"You need to understand the 'new reality', Sweetheart...the only way you're going to survive in this New World Order is with your body – you don't have anything else to offer anyone...you're going to be like Blanche DuBois in 'A Streetcar Named Desire' – you are going to have to 'rely on the kindness of strangers' to meet your family's needs...."

He threw her dress and bra at her and told her to get dressed. 

When she pulled herself together he gave her further instructions.

"I want you at the motel at 1:30...you're going to take a shower first...when I walk in at two I want to see you naked on the bed – with your legs spread wide...I'd advise you to make your pussy wet for me – I'm not into foreplay...if you have hair on your cunt get rid of it – I want you soft and smooth...you'll be out of the motel room by 4 o'clock – five at the latest...now get out of here – I'll see you in two days."

When she closed the door behind her she stood in absolute stunned silence. 

Oh my God, I can't believe this is happening to me. How is this possible in America?

She suddenly felt Mary's presence and tried to smile, but couldn't.

Mary brought a tissue to Judith's face and said, "You have some, ah, 'stuff' on your chin." And she tenderly wiped it off.

Judith turned beet red and began trembling again.

"Please," Mary said, "don't be embarrassed...these are crazy times we're living in now, we all have to do things we wouldn't have done before...."

Judith looked at the woman and saw the pain in her eyes. She guessed Mary had also been required to provide non-work related services for her boss

"What is going on in this town, Mary? The men all seem so different now," she asked.

Mary sadly shook her head then said: "It's not just here – it's everywhere! The New World Order is one nasty men's club, and to them, women are good for one thing only!"

Judith walked quickly to her car.

She thought to herself: If it wasn't for the kids – I'd take the cowards way out like Jeffrey did.





I decided to file a complaint against Mr. Blank with the Better Business Bureau.

I found a parking spot adjacent to the town square, across the street from 'Jensvold Hardware'. I walked to city hall and found The Better Business Bureau listed in room 325. The elevator was broken so I had to walk up three flights of stairs.

The office was at the end of a hallway, and as I strode past numerous offices with glass doors, it struck me as odd that many of the rooms were empty of people and furniture. The few offices that were open appeared to have very few employees working.

The Better Business Bureau was no different. I didn't see anyone working so I rang the bell on the counter.

After four minutes had passed, a haggard-looking older woman appeared at the counter. She seemed surprised to see me.

"Oh, the driver's license and taxation offices are on the first floor," she said. It sounded like she told that to people quite often.

"No, no," I said. "I want to file a complaint against a business in town."

Her tired-looking eyes narrowed as she stared at me.

"Why would you do that?" she asked suspiciously.

"My boss, ah...I want to file a sexual harassment complaint against my boss," I quietly said to her. My heart was pounding. 

She stared at me a long time as though I spoke a different language, and she couldn't understand what I was saying.

She finally said in a small frightened voice, "Are you one of those secret shoppers? Do you work for the Council? – are 'they' testing me?"

What is wrong with this woman? I wondered. What the heck is she talking about?

"No, I want to file a complaint against my boss at the 'Shop & Bag'!" I said exasperated.

She carefully studied me for thirty seconds. Suddenly her eyes grew wide. She leaned over the counter and whispered to me.

"Aren't you Jeffrey Strong's boy?" she asked.

My eyes misted over when she mentioned my dad's name.

"Y-Yes, I am," I managed to say without choking.

Her face softened. She continued to whisper.

"I'm sorry about your father," she said. "He was a down-to-earth, straight-talking man – he told you the truth – he never played mind games or try to bs you..."

She paused. It appeared she was actually thinking about him.

"Son," she suddenly said, "I'm going to forget about what you said to me - you know, I'm required to tell my boss if someone makes an allegation against a business...listen to me, you don't want to go through with this...everything has changed – we don't investigate businesses anymore – if a worker complains we investigate them."

I couldn't believe what she was telling me.

"I don't understand," I said. "Where can I go then? A lawyer?"

She grimaced then said, "Son, lawyers won't touch employee complaints anymore –most of the lawyers have been bought by the corporations - the ones that are still independent...well, they'd be committing suicide if they went up against big business."

I winced when she said 'suicide'.

"The only thing I can recommend to you is turn around and walk out of here...if someone asks me why you were here, I'll tell them it was a mistake – you were looking for a different office..."

She seemed genuinely afraid, and her fear was beginning to take hold of me.

"What am I supposed to do?" I asked in a daze. 

"Son, I'm sorry about your situation, but you'll have to figure it out yourself," she said sadly. "All I can tell you is there are a handful of men in this town controlling every aspect of business and government, if you piss them off – you'll never work in this town again."

"That's not right," I said. "What about unsafe workplaces and unfair practices by management? What about the United States Constitution?"

She lowered her eyes and whispered to me.

"Son, welcome to The New World Order."





A car horn woke me from my zombie-like stupor. I managed to stop before I was run over. My mind was swimming in confusion.

What is going on here? How did everything change overnight? Why hadn't I read about this in the paper or seen it on Fox News?

I was opening my car door when I heard the familiar voice of Mr. Jensvold calling my name. His hardware store was across the street from where I'd parked. I went over to speak with him. 

He was one of those 'radical liberals' that believed weak and lazy people deserved food stamps and money for doing nothing, but he had been one of my father's closest friends so I always treated him with respect.

We shook hands.

"John, good to see you. How are you holding up?" he asked.

He always called me by my name. Not like most people who'd say 'son' or 'boy' or 'kiddo' or 'young man'. I appreciated him doing that.

"I'm fine," I replied.

"I was thinking about you today," he said. "Earl gave me his two-week notice – yeah, he's finally going to retire...anyway, I thought about guys who might want his job and you came to mind. Would you be interested?"

I was momentarily speechless. Since my father's death, all I'd heard was bad news on top of more bad news. Now, seemingly out of nowhere, I was hearing the best news I could possibly hear. 

Then he added: "I'm sure you know the new Wal-Mart Super Center is opening next month...your boss is going to find himself in a tough situation; he won't be able to compete with their grocery prices – if he doesn't go out of business, he'll at the very least have to lay-off quite a few employees."

He must have thought my silence meant I didn't want the job.

He continued: "I believe you were making minimum wage at 'Shop & Bag', that is until Congress rolled back the minimum wage to $6.25. You know darn well that tight-ass owner of yours will pay only what the law says he has to...I'm still going to pay $8.00-an-hour. In this day and age, paying someone $6.25 is an outrage – hell, $8.00-an-hour is not a living wage either, but, unfortunately, that's all I can afford..."

Then he said something that made me feel like the weight of the world had been lifted from my shoulders.

"John, the job is yours if you want it!"

The birds were singing again; the sky was as blue as I'd ever seen it.

"Y-Yeah, Mr. Jensvold – yes I want the job!" I said with more enthusiasm than I'd felt in a long time. This man was my savior from Mr. Blank's nasty intentions.

We both smiled and shook hands again. I followed him into the store and back to his small, cramped office. A tv was turned on and sure enough, it was tuned to the Communist channel – MSNBC. 

I decided to keep my mouth shut. I certainly wasn't going to argue politics with the man who may have just saved my life.

He gave me some papers.

"I'll need you to fill out the application, and this one is for your insurance," he said.

"Insurance?" I said in a surprised voice. "I thought if you had fewer than five employees you didn't have to give them insurance?"

He looked sincerely into my eyes.

"John, what kind of employer would I be if I didn't look out for the welfare of my employees?"

Like all the other employers in this town, I thought to myself.

We shook hands for a third time and I was turning to leave when we heard a voice on the television announcing 'Breaking News'. We both stared at the screen and listened to the newswoman.

"Twenty minutes ago, the Supreme Court overturned a lower court's ruling that forbade private contracts – contracts entered into by one private individual with another private individual – from including in the language of the contract, indentured servitude. 

The 5-4 majority wrote that "...individuals are free to negotiate for specific periods of time, a specific price, and specific duties the 'employee' is expected to perform. Since the employee is free to negotiate terms they desire, once a contract is signed by both parties, that contract is valid and binding. The state has no overriding or compelling interest in said duties or services included in the language of the contract."

Hanson vs Vanderbilt had been a national circus. Newspapers and television networks offered around-the-clock coverage. I followed the case closely myself. 

Yes!! I thought when I heard the verdict. 

A victory for the free-enterprise system! The average person can still be an entrepreneur in this country.

I was feeling pretty good until I heard Mr. Jensvolds reaction.

"Oh my God," he said. "The United States Supreme Court just legalized prostitution and slavery!"

They did no such thing! What was he talking about? I wondered.

I didn't say a word. He may be a liberal, but I guess he's still entitled to his own opinion, besides, I really needed the job.

I would begin work the next day. I said 'good-bye' and left Mr. Jensvold as he stared with open mouth at the television.

The first thing I did when I got outside was call Mr. Blank on my cell phone.

It took a few minutes, but I finally heard his voice.

"Hello..." he said.

"Listen, you old bastard – I QUIT! I'm not going to be your butt-boy, you perverted creep!"

A chill ran up my spine when I heard him ask: "Who is this?" 

Good God, I thought. How many guys is he blackmailing?

"This is John Strong – go shove your dick up your own ass!" I ended the call before he said another word.

On the drive home, I briefly thought about the Hanson vs Vanderbilt decision, and Mr. Jensvold reaction.

He had been my father's closest friend. My dad always said he was the smartest man he'd ever known. I wondered why Mr. Jensvold thought the decision legalized prostitution and slavery.

The people on Fox News championed the case as 'individual rights vs government intrusion'. That it is a fundamental right that two people can enter into a binding contract with one another without government interference.

Vicky Hanson had applied to be Todd Vanderbilt's Personal Assistant (PA). Mr. Vanderbilt was the CEO of the biggest weapons manufacturer in California. They negotiated a contract that was acceptable to them both, then a few weeks later she violated the terms of the contract by refusing to perform a service that she had agreed to in the contract.

He stopped paying her, and even initiated a lawsuit against her for breach of contract. 

The California Ninth Circuit Court ruled against him, but he took the case all the way to the U.S. Supreme Court. And now today, the Supreme Court threw out that decision in favor of Mr. Vanderbilt and our system of free enterprise. 

What is so wrong about that? I'd wanted to ask Mr. Jensvold. The woman had willingly negotiated a contract and then weaseled out of it. Shouldn't individuals be held accountable for their actions?

Fox never got into the specifics or details of the contract, saying only it's the spirit of the law that matters in this case. 

They said if the Supreme Court overturned the Circuit Court decision, this would allow millions of people to negotiate their own contracts without outside interference from predator attorneys and the government.

Why shouldn't a person have the right to sell their labor for a fair price?





I was home twenty minutes when the phone rang.

"Hello, this is the Strong residence, John speaking," I said.

"Yeah, this is Fred from the city impound lot. The police are finished with the Honda Accord registered to Mr. Jeffrey Strong. Someone can come and pick it up."

"Oh – okay...thanks," I replied. The reality of my father's death suddenly shocked me back to reality.

"We cleaned it up the best we could, but you know, there's still some, ah, you know, blood on the window and front seat..."

I became sick to my stomach at the visual image of my father's last moments in that car.

And then for some reason I had the presence of mind to ask him how much we owed the impound lot for storing the car. I knew whatever the amount we could not afford it.

"Oh," he seemed to brighten up. "Not a thing! The bill says it's been 'paid in full'."

"By who?" I asked.

"Doesn't say...can you pick it up today – we need the space?"




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"Ah, yeah, sure," I said. Seeing that car was probably the last thing I wanted to do.

I called Sarah and she said she'd drive me to the impound lot. There was no way I was going to let my mother see the car until I saw the damage myself.





I thought I had prepared myself to see where my father had spent the last few minutes of his life, but I was wrong. 

The driver's side window looked like a million cobwebs with a single, round hole in the middle. Blood had seeped into the cracks. Dark red stains covered the driver's door and front seat. The passenger side window was down.

"You know," said 'Fred', "aside from the window and blood stains – the cars in good shape...a body shop can fix it right up for you!"

I barely heard him. I was feeling so sad I had to fight back my tears. Then something struck me as odd.

"Was the car like this when it was towed in?" I asked Fred.

"Yeah," he said. "I towed it myself."

"And there's nothing wrong with the passenger-side window?"

"Well, I don't know...it was down when I got there - I never thought about seeing if it works or not...the seat got all wet because of the rain that day, but the cops said to leave the car like I found it while they investigated."

A crushing wave of fear swept over me. I began to tremble.

"You know," said Fred. "If you want to sell it there was a woman who came here to look at it – she seemed awfully interested. She asked me the same questions as you...."

Huh? "She wasn't with the police?" I asked him.

"Nah, but she was busy scribbling stuff on her notepad...her name was 'Jennifer-something' – she took some photos, too – she might want to buy it."

He left me standing beside the car with the keys in my hand. The hair on my neck stood straight. Even though it was a warm afternoon a cold chill ran down my spine.

I thought to myself: There is something very, very wrong here.

I gulped down oxygen to calm myself. I closed my eyes, relaxed, and my head cleared. 

My friend, Eddie, worked at his dad's auto body shop. I called him and said I was bringing the car to him. 

It was all I could do to ignore the massive spider-web of shattered glass on the window. The bullet-hole was freaking me out, but I concentrated hard on more pressing issues.

Who was this 'Jennifer' woman, and why was she so interested in the car? I needed to find her. Maybe she had some answers.

None of this made any sense. My father was not the type of man to do this to himself. 

I theorized and speculated but everything came back to one fact that bothered the hell out of me. It began as a nagging concern then grew to a high-pitched scream in my head. I couldn't ignore it any longer.

The damage to the car says my father held the gun in his right-hand when he pulled the trigger. The mortician told me the bullet had entered thru my father's right temple and exited out the left.

If that was the case, it would have been impossible for my father to have committed suicide – he was left-handed, and not only that but his right-hand was weak and arthritic. He couldn't hold a drinking glass in his right-hand much less an eight-pound-eleven-ounce magnum forty-four. 

Oh my God – Oh my God – Oh my God....

My entire body shook with fear. It was all I could do to steady my hands and keep the car on the road.

There was no doubt in my mind that my father had been killed – murdered!

I left the car at the body shop and Eddie gave me a ride home.

"Sorry about your dad, dude," he said.

"Thanks, Eddie," was all I could say.

By the time I got home I was out of my mind. I paced back-and-forth in the living room desperately trying to figure out what to do next. 

The coroner ruled it a suicide. The police investigated and found nothing to suggest otherwise. The cops aren't stupid. For some reason they're covering up the truth. The investigation was a sham! 

I suddenly recalled Mr. Blank's statement: "The Better Business Bureau, the Chamber of Commerce - even the police are funded by corporations now!"

The police receive money from corporations? That's absurd! How can they possibly perform fair and unbiased investigations?

Why would someone kill my father anyway? Everyone respected him for his common sense, hard work and his dedication to his family. He was admired for his strength of character and personal integrity. 

Every which way I looked at it, I came up with the same conclusion: Someone so powerful they could buy-off, or bribe the police into a phony investigation, had to be responsible for my father's death.

But why? And who was this 'Jennifer' woman? What did she have to do with this? Asking questions, writing notes and taking photos – it sounds like she was doing her own investigation.

Was she a private investigator? If so, who did she work for? 

Maybe she's a reporter, I thought. Did she suspect it wasn't a suicide?

I sat in my dad's recliner and closed my eyes. I wanted my head to stop spinning. This was the most important moment in my life and I needed clear thinking.

After several minutes a thought came to mind. I sat at my laptop and went to the website of the town newspaper, 'The Flowerton Eagle'.

I began scanning articles, looking only at the bylines. I had gone back four editions when suddenly my eyes lit up. There was a story about Mr. Bagley being appointed the 'Town Manager' by the Governor. 

The reporter who wrote the story was 'Jennifer McBride'. 

I read the article. She was quite critical of the process that when a town was near bankruptcy, the Governor had the authority to disband the elected town council, and replace them with a 'Town Manager' of his choosing. It had been fashioned after Michigan's law, and was passed when the Tea Party won the most seats in the state legislature.

At the time I remember thinking, "If the council is so bad they nearly ruined our town, it's probably a good thing the governor intervened."

I found a phone number and called. A woman answered and asked "What is your party's extension, please."

"I don't know – her name is Jennifer McBride," I said.

"What department does she work in?" the nasally-voiced woman asked.

Really? The woman doesn't recognize the name of one her paper's reporters? Must not have a subscription, I thought.

"She's a reporter," I replied.

"I will transfer you to her extension – for future reference it is 321," she said with a snotty attitude.

"Jennifer McBride, how may I assist you?" she said. Her voice sounded young and energetic.

"Uh...hi...I'm not even sure if you're the person I'm looking for, but my name is John Strong and I was wondering if you might be able to help me...were you the woman at the police impound lot looking at my dad's car?" I quietly asked her.

There was such a long silence I had to ask "Are you still there?"

"I don't know what you're talking about!" she said. Her voice had suddenly turned icy cold; she sounded scared. 

She lied. I knew she was the right person. Now I was frightened, too.

"Please, I need your help! My father didn't commit suicide!" I said.

Another long pause.

"I know...." She finally whispered into the phone.

My heart began pounding so hard it hurt my chest.

"Please, can I meet you some place? I really need to talk with you," I asked.

She continued whispering into the phone. "There's nothing either of us can do – you don't know who you're dealing with – this is very dangerous – don't call me again!"

"PLEASE," I cried out before she ended the call. "You're the only one who can help me and my mom and sisters...please help us."

And after what seemed like an eternity, with a tired and sad-sounding voice she whispered, "Alright...."

Suddenly her voice became loud and animated as she spoke into the phone.

"Mother, how many times have I said not to call me at work?" 

Huh? I wondered. Then I figured someone was standing near her; someone she didn't want to overhear her conversation.

"Mom, I already told you I'd take you shopping on Saturday, remember? I said I'd pick you up at ten-o'clock...mother, we're going to 'Elaine's' to buy you a new brassiere – did you forget to take your memory pill this morning?"

Then she was quiet, as if she was listening to her mother.

Finally she said, "Oh, and thank you for the new blouse, mom, that shade of burgundy looks great with my black slacks...okay, mom, sure, sure – yes, mom...I have to get back to work, mom – I love you – see you Saturday!"

She ended the call.

I was both elated and scared out of my mind. The phrase she had used "This is very dangerous" filled my head with images of bad guys out to get us. This was heavy-duty intrigue; the likes you only saw on television or the movies.

Doubt and uncertainty crept into my mind.

Someone very powerful had gotten the police to perform a sham investigation. The coroner had to be in on it, too; he would surely have found my father's right-hand to be arthritic, and too weak to hold the heavy magnum.

A reporter was suspicious enough to ask questions at the impound lot. Since the whole affair had been kept quiet, how did she even know to go to the impound lot? She had to have been working on a story prior to my father's death. She knew he didn't commit suicide and it scared the hell out of her. 

This was serious business and by poking around and asking questions, I could very well be setting up my mom, sisters and myself to the same fate as my father.

It briefly occurred to me not to meet with her on Saturday; to walk away and forget about this mess. My father was gone, and nothing could bring him back. What good could possibly come from this?

I thought of my father. His dedication to his family; his kindness and fairness to everyone he met; he was the man friends and neighbors could rely on for help; never said a bad word about anyone.

One definition of 'integrity' is doing the right thing even when no one is watching. That was my father. 

I have to go through with this, I told myself. I can't allow my family and all the people in town forever believe he was a weak man who took his own life. I have to clear his good name and reputation. 

I sat back in my dad's recliner and stared into space; thinking, wondering. How can I do this without risking the lives of the people I love? 

My father had been murdered for a reason, and knowing him as I did, I knew it wasn't over something unimportant or trivial. 

It was my duty to find out why this happened, and make sure the killer didn't get away with it. My father would never be able to 'rest in peace' without my help.





My hours at the hardware store would be 12:30-8:30. Earl, the man who'd worked there for thirty years, would teach me everything I needed to know. On my first couple of days, I followed him around like a puppy-dog. He was amused by this, but I wanted to learn his routine.

Mr. Jensvold opened the store at 8am, six-days a week. Mrs. Bailey, another long-time employee worked from 8-12:30, and waited on customers and stocked the shelves while Mr. Jensvold did the daily paperwork. 

On Friday, I had put away the shipment we'd received, and went to the back office to give Mr. Jensvold the invoice. He was reading the newspaper, and he was slowly shaking his head.

"Something wrong?" I asked him.

"Here," he said, "read these...."

He pushed the paper in my direction and pointed. The pages were open to the employment section. He ran his finger down one column and I saw five ads that all began with "Personal Assistant Wanted". 

I read the first one: "Wanted: Physically fit, attractive young woman, 18 or above. Generous, wealthy male willing to negotiate duties and salary with open-minded, qualified female. Signed contract is required." It went on to list a Post Office box where interested women could reply. 

I quickly scanned the similar ads. They pretty much said the same thing. I'd never seen employment ads quite like these. They looked more appropriate for the "Personals" section.

"It didn't take long for the snakes to slither out from beneath their rocks...." I heard Mr. Jensvold say.

He must have seen the quizzical expression on my face.

He quickly added: "The Court's decision has opened the floodgates – we're going to see more and more 'ads' like this...may God help the young people who can't afford college or trade schools."

I was still confused why he objected to people negotiating their own contracts, but I wasn't going to say anything. I left the office and returned to work.





Judith lay naked, staring at the ceiling. She suddenly shivered and covered herself with a sheet. The motel room was hot and stuffy, but she felt cold and alone. 

She remembered Mr. Bagley's command and slid her left hand down and felt her clean-shaven pubic area. Tears formed in her eyes as her fingers slowly stroked the nether lips.

She glanced at the clock on the bedside table. It was 1:59. Her heart began pounding. She fought to block everything from her mind. She'd already resigned herself to do whatever was required to protect her family.

The gentle movements of her fingers brought a sigh from her lips. She felt herself moisten 'down there'. 

She tried to picture her husband's hard penis, but every time it was suddenly pushed from her mind by the image of Mr. Bagley's formidable cock. 

She was overtaken with shame and guilt for thinking of another man's erection.

When she heard a key turn in the door, she threw off the sheet, spread her legs wide, closed her eyes and played with her pussy; going so far as to push a finger in-and-out of her now-wet cunt. Mr.Bagley would clearly see she was complying with his demands.

When he came into the room she heard him chuckle then say "Good girl."

She had never experienced such humiliation in her life. 

I must look like a total whore, she thought to herself.

She could hear him removing his clothes. She felt her blood pressure rise. Then the bedsprings creaked as he climbed on top of her. She felt nauseous when his naked flesh came into contact with hers.

She suddenly couldn't feel his weight on top of her anymore; she opened her eyes to see he'd placed his knees to her sides, and was moving his body closer to her face. His hard cock was inches from her mouth. She didn't want to look at it and closed her eyes again.

"Give me a quick blowjob first...I've been thinking of those sweet lips wrapped around my cock all day – it won't take me long to blow my first wad into your mouth."

She cringed at his crude words. When his hot flesh pressed against her lips, she opened her mouth and he pushed forward until his cockhead hit the back of her throat. 

She gagged and coughed; he laughed and pulled back until she was comfortable with just a few inches of his shaft inside her mouth.

"Look me in the eyes when you suck me off!" he commanded.

He had a smirk on his face when she locked her gaze onto his cold, dead brown eyes. 

He gripped her ears and held her head still as he thrust his cock into her mouth. Then he withdrew to the tip and pushed forward again. He fucked her face as he gloated down at her.

"How does it feel, Mrs. Strong, to suck another man's cock while your dead husband isn't even cold in the ground yet?" he sneered down at her.

Oh my God – Oh my God....Oh my God....

Judith felt tears stream from her eyes and across her obscenely expanded cheeks.

Her crying seemed to excite him even more as he fucked her face faster. She felt his cock begin to pulse and throb. Then he cried out and the first salvo of cum struck the back of her throat.

"SWALLOW IT ALL, MRS. STRONG – EAT MY CUM, YOU SNOBBY-BITCH!!"

Mr. Bagley's hips and torso thrashed wildly about as he emptied his balls into her mouth. His grip on her head was so tight Judith's eyes bulged wide. 

Staring at the panic on her face sent electric jolts of excitement from his spine to his head. He couldn't believe the intensity of his climax; or the huge flow of semen he was forcing her to swallow. He watched tiny rivers of cum escape from the corners of her mouth and rush down her cheeks. 

The gulping noises she made as she swallowed were music to his ears; this haughty bitch who had barely acknowledged his existence was now eating his nasty spunk like a common streetwalker.

A perverse thrill shot thru his body when he realized just how much he loved degrading this beautiful and sexy woman. 

When his body finally came to rest, and his softened prick was still between her lips, he made her lick him clean - one more demeaning act he could force his new slut to perform.

When Mr. Bagley climbed off the woman, Judith wiped the excess semen from her face and dried her hands on the sheet. She watched him bend over to open his valise and had a clear rear-view of his scrotum dangling between his split thighs.

Yes, she thought, his ball sac was larger than Jeffrey's, but still, how in the world could it store so much semen?

His slime was turning putrid in her mouth. It coated her tongue and she thought about running into the bathroom and drinking a gallon of water.

"Mrs. Strong," she suddenly heard him call out. "Come over here – I have a couple papers I want you to sign."

She stood beside him and stared down at the papers on the table acutely aware of their nudity. It felt wrong to be naked with a man besides Jeffrey.

"Mrs. Strong," he began. "I was thinking about our 'arrangement' and I thought it would only be fair to you if you were reimbursed for the time we are together. I am willing to hire you as my employee and not only will you and your family live rent-free in the house, but I will also pay you four-hundred dollars a week...would you agree to that sum?"

His offer surprised her. She would have had to go along with his blackmail to remain in the house anyway, she wondered about his sudden generosity.

"Uh...okay, thank you," she said softly, immediately regretting the fact she thanked him for forcing her to have sex with him.

He pulled from his suit coat a pen and four one-hundred dollar bills and set them on the table. Judith felt a surge of joy when she the money.

Between this money, free rent and Johnny's paycheck she and the kids may be able to make it after all, she thought.

"This is a standard contract for your services...my expectations of your duties are clearly spelled out here and, of course, you will receive compensation in the form of free rent, AND four-hundred dollars in cash, per week, payable every Friday, here in this room."

He decided including the money in their arrangement was a good idea when his attorney suggested it. 

What difference does it make to me? He thought to himself. It's not my money – it'll come out of the bank's slush fund we use to pay bribes and hush money anyway. 

The 'contract' consisted of two pages of small print. He flipped the page for her to see then left it open to the last page, where she saw spaces for two signatures.

"H-How long is this for?" she asked quietly.

"It's a standard two-year contract with a clause where I can cancel it at any time for any reason...."

He offered her a pen. When she hesitated his voice turned soft and ominous.

"Mrs. Strong, if you refuse to sign this you will still have to meet me here anyway as long as you want to live in the house...do yourself a favor – be a good little girl and sign this contract. Or don't you want the extra four-hundred dollars a week?"

She took the pen, and with slightly trembling hands, she signed the original contract, and the copy that would be hers. She briefly scolded herself for not reading it first; her husband would have been furious with her. 

Mr. Bagley surprised her by producing a notary public stamp. He stamped the two copies then signed his name. He tucked the original into his suit coat pocket and gave her the copy.




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It suddenly occurred to Judith that she was going to receive cash for providing Mr. Bagley with sex.

Her face reddened, and with a deep sense of shame she softly said: "Oh my God...I'm going to receive money for providing you with sex? That makes me a---"

"Personal Assistant," he interrupted.

"Huh?" she said with a quizzical look on her face.

"Your official title is 'Personal Assistant'," he smiled down at her. 

He rubbed the soft flesh of her quivering buttocks and asked the pretty woman: "Have you ever performed analingous, Mrs. Strong?"

She cringed at his touch and replied: "No, I don't think so...."

"It will be required of you whenever we meet," he said with a grin, "I'll teach you everything you'll need to know..." 

He felt his cock coming back to life as he led his beautiful new employee to the bed.





John figured he'd have just enough time to meet with the reporter and not be late for work. He was starting earlier than usual at 10:30 because the store would be closing at 6:30. 

Today was the annual Flowerton 'Founders Day Festival', and the town square and adjacent streets would be filled with vendors, and just about every person in town older than fifty would be there. 

Mr. Jensvold had learned thru the years' that business dropped off to zero once the festival began so he closed the store earlier.

He found a parking place two blocks from the Town Square. Cars would not be allowed around the Square so he saved himself from having to move it later.

'Elaine's Plus Size Fashions' was three doors down from the hardware store next to 'Mom's Diner'. The closer he got to the store the more his heart began racing. The reporter's coded message made him nervous. 

Someone she didn't want to overhear her conversation must have been within earshot of her when they spoke. John felt like he was in a spy movie: a clandestine meeting with an intrepid reporter who might possibly have vital information that could help him solve his father's murder.

Quit being foolish, he said to himself. Calm down and focus - she's the only person who can help you.

He crossed the street and walked into the Square. The Town Square was a large park with trees and fountains. Workmen were busy setting up the stage where a band would perform tonight. He found a bench with a view of the stores and waited.

He flinched when the old courthouse clock rang out ten o'clock. Bile rising in his belly gave him a stomach ache. It wasn't very humid yet, but his hands were perspiring.

He watched as a silver Nissan settled into a parking space. As soon as the door opened and he saw a burgundy blouse, he almost ran to intercept the woman. 

He knew the stores' owner, Elaine, and she would wonder why he was in her shop. He didn't want to have to try and lie to her.

When he was close to the woman he called out: "Miss McBride?"

The woman's head swiveled around; she was obviously surprised to hear her name.

John's breath caught in his throat. Her good-looks stunned him for a moment. He hadn't expected to see such a young, and beautiful woman. Not only pretty, he thought, but a great body, too.

"Mr. Strong?" she asked when they were a few feet apart.

She didn't wait for a response. "Good – this is better – let's go into the park."

They found a secluded bench where they wouldn't be seen from the stores.

"Do you have your father's papers?" she asked.

Her abruptness startled him. She was going straight to the business at hand. 

"Uh, no – what papers?" he said.

The disappointment in her eyes was unmistakable.

"Damn," she exclaimed. "Without those papers we can't prove anything."

"What papers?" he asked, feeling slightly panicked.

She looked around as if searching for something or someone.

"May I call you, John?" she asked, he nodded. "John, your father had memos and emails that proved that Massengale Manufacturing was deliberately sabotaging their own business...."

"I don't understand," he responded. "Why would they do that?"

"They want to make a deal with Fidelity Investments from back East – they want to intentionally file bankruptcy so the shareholders would be left without anything...then they would sell the remaining assets to Fidelity and two or three people at Massengale would become very rich."

Then her voice trailed off as she said, "It's all about money...."

We both nearly jumped out of our skins when we heard a voice behind us.

"Ms. McBride, how fortuitous finding you here..."

A large woman appeared before us. If it weren't for her large bosom, and her hair tied into a bun, she could have passed for a man. A very strong man. 

She wore some sort of uniform – maybe a security uniform. I saw a patch over her large left breast that said, 'Mellon Inc.'. 

"Ms. Preston," I heard Jennifer say. Her voice quivered when she said the woman's name.

"Mr. Mellon would like a word with you," said the woman in a menacing tone.

"WHAT – Mr. Mellon is here? In Flowerton?" Jennifer replied with obvious shock.

"Yes, dear, and he's in the diner right now. I would suggest getting your cute little rear-end over there immediately!" she said.

I could tell it wasn't a request. 

Jennifer's face turned a ghostly white. Without looking at me she offered a weak, "Good bye, John."

The way she said it scared me. It sounded so final.

I watched the big woman follow Jennifer all the way to the diner. I sat there dumbfounded. My hands began to tremble and my heart was pounding.

"What the hell just happened here?" I wondered out loud. I was bitterly disappointed our meeting had been cut short.





Most of the tables and booths were filled with customers when Jennifer walked into the diner. She stood searching for Mr. Mellon, the owner of 'Mellon Communications'. She'd only seen photos of him. She couldn't remember him ever coming to Flowerton.

Jennifer winced when she felt the big woman's hand grip her arm.

"He's over there," said Ms. Preston. 

The woman squeezed Jennifer's arm tightly and pulled her to a corner booth where Mr. Mellon sat with Mr. Jones, the head of Security.

She stood before the table a short while before he acknowledged her presence. He was devouring his steak and eggs breakfast.

"Miss McBride, how nice of you to join us – please sit down," he finally said.

Jennifer was startled to see him in person. His photos showed him to be a stocky man with a round face and bulbous nose. She figured it was the camera that made him look like a troll. She was wrong.

The booth was small; she was forced to sit closer to him than she would have wished.

He began talking in a low voice; she had trouble hearing everything he said.

"Miss McBride, I understand you joined our company less than a year ago, straight out of school, is that correct?"

"Yes, sir," she replied.

"Well, Miss McBride, while I admire your work-ethic, and your desire to write 'important' articles, I'm afraid the idealism you acquired in college, doesn't quite mesh with life in the real world...I know you fancy yourself an 'investigative reporter', however, that is not what my companies are about..."

She felt her heart sink. She knew where this was going.

"I want the public who read my papers, and watch my television stations to be informed, but not at the expense of entertainment. I mean what service do we really want to provide? I don't want the public to be burdened with depressing news – unnecessary news that they really aren't interested in...everyone has to work harder and longer hours these days, and the last thing they want to see on tv or read in the papers when they finally do get home are depressing stories – stories that really have no purpose or public interest other than the aggrandizement of self-serving reporters, such as yourself."

He swallowed the last piece of steak then sipped at his coffee.

"Entertainment is what sells advertising – it's what the public wants. If we spend two weeks covering a high profile murder case, or if a woman goes missing, or even abuse or neglect of children, it's because that is what the public wants to know about...they don't give a damn about local politics or so-called 'in-depth' feature articles – they want to escape from their mundane lives - not be constantly reminded of it!"

He coughed and cleared his throat then spoke directly at her.

"Miss McBride, from now on we expect you to report whatever the assignments editor gives you and nothing else. If you are unable to accept this, you will no longer have a job with my company...tonight is a perfect example, I want you to write a story on the Founder's Festival...I will tell your editor you have been given the assignment...I expect to read your story tomorrow on the front page. Do I make myself clear, Miss McBride?"

She felt a void in the pit of her stomach. She pictured a lifetime of covering nothing but festivals and flower shows. 

A sudden chill gripped her body. A question popped into her head she wondered if she should ask. Of course, her reporter's instinct took over and she felt a need to know the answer.

"Mr. Mellon, how did you know where to find me this morning?" she asked softly.

A small smile spread across his lips.

"Why Miss McBride, I would have thought a sharp investigative reporter like yourself would know the answer to that...."

She blushed; she didn't know what to say.

"It's no secret that since the 9/11 the NSA has been 'monitoring' phone calls and emails...they run a software program that uses key words and phrases to seek out potential terrorists ...well, good news, Miss McBride, that software is now available to corporations, as well."

Jennifer felt the hairs on the back of her neck stand straight. She understood the dire implications of his words.

"Mr. Jones here, and his well-trained staff, enter words and phrases into the software program to search the data base to prevent theft, and even detect disloyalty to my company...it's an amazing breakthrough in technology...in your case, I believe the key phrase that enabled us to find you today was actually a name – 'John Strong'...the software scanned all emails and phone calls, and, sure enough, discovered your phone call with Mr. Strong."

Now she was petrified - for herself, for John, for the future of the entire country.   

"I want to leave you with one more thought, Miss McBride," he said, lowering his voice even more. "Myself, and five other corporations owns 90% percent of the mass media in this country...if you should lose your job here, word will spread and you won't get a job anywhere in this country in journalism."

He suddenly moved closer to her until their thighs were touching. He leaned over and whispered in her ear.

"A journalism degree may have been a mistake in this day and age. Investigative journalism is dead – maverick reporters will not be tolerated...Miss McBride, if you no longer could work in the communications field, what job are you possibly qualified for?"

His hand suddenly began rubbing her thigh. When she tried to push it away he chuckled then gripped her thigh hard. 

"Miss McBride, you are a very pretty young woman...I am certain you would have a bright future as a Personal Assistant – I know for a fact you'd earn more money than you ever will in journalism...if you decide to change careers, give me a call, I would offer you a very generous contract."

A cold chill ran up her spine. She knew full well he was threatening her and there was nothing she could do about it. Two years ago she would have filed a sexual harassment suit against him. Today, no attorney in his right mind would take the case.

He gave her thigh one final squeeze then said: "If you'll excuse me, Miss McBride, I must be going to the opening ceremony of the new prison, I mean - 'correctional center'. It will employ hundreds of people in this town, and God knows the economy needs that!"

She stood to the side and watched as Mr. Mellon left the diner with Mr. Jones. She suddenly became very aware of Ms. Preston standing close beside her.

"You know, honey, Mr. Mellon was right - you are a pretty little thing..." the big woman said. 

And then, just before the woman left, she winked and patted Jennifer's buttocks and said, "I'll be watching you, sweet-cheeks."





John and Judith drove home in silence. Normally, the mother and son would talk of what they'd done and seen, but tonight was different - both were reflecting on the days' events.

For Judith, her day had begun well. She saw her daughters off to a two-week summer camp then received a ride from her friend, Mary Ann to the Festival. They were on the decorating committee so they had arrived early.

Everything was fine until she saw Mr. Bagley in the crowd then the unspeakable sexual acts he'd forced her to perform the day before flooded her mind. 

Tears formed in her eyes and she turned her head so her son wouldn't notice.

She had always thought she and Jeffrey had a complete and satisfying love life until yesterday. Mr. Bagley changed all that. 

The second time they had intercourse he'd made her stand then forced her head and shoulders to the mattress so she was bent over and he took her from behind. Like an animal; like dogs.

Then something far worse happened – she liked it. Not only liked it, but experienced an orgasm for the first time in years. 

She was racked with guilt and shame. Deep in her heart she knew she had betrayed her husband, the man she was crazy in love with. She silently begged his forgiveness.





Dancing and having fun with Sarah at the Festival had calmed John, but he still couldn't get Jennifer McBride out of his mind. 

He was greatly relieved when he saw her there, she didn't appear any worse off, but it bothered him when she said, "We can't be seen together." 

Then to make matters worse, he eavesdropped on Mr. Jensvold and a couple other guys as they were discussing the new correctional center.

"...they say it can house over 25,000 people – how can that be? Why do they need something that big?"

"You can't see any of it from the highway – if it wasn't for the sign at the turn-off, you wouldn't even know it was there. And I thought it was supposed to be called the 'Anderson Behavior Correctional Center? The small sign they put up today says Region Eight Behavior Correctional Center – Region Eight? How many of these monstrosities have been built?"

Then Mr. Jensvold spoke: "You know what these private, for-profit prisons have done to this country? The U.S. now has the largest prison population in the world – more than Russia and China – the owners of these prisons have been paying-off judges for longer sentences, and bribing politicians into making tougher laws just to keep the prisons filled...it's another corporate scam where the very few get rich at the expense of everyone else."

As usual, I kept my mouth shut. These guys sounded more like paranoid conspiracy theorists instead of the smart businessmen they were known to be.

It made perfect sense to me that with rampant unemployment, people were doing stupid things to feed their families, and once caught, there had to be some place to punish them.

Then a man I didn't know spoke in hushed tones and I listened hard.

"Gentlemen," he said. "This isn't a prison like we know...think of the name: 'Behavior Correctional Center' – what kind of 'behavior' are they going to 'correct'? We're located in the middle of the country, and we're Region Eight? That would suggest there are at least sixteen 'regions' in the U.S. Why are they dividing the country up into regions? What the hell is going on?"

I tired of listening to this crazy talk. The job creators know what they're doing. Every decision is made with the sole purpose of making capitalism more profitable so the wealth can continue to trickle-down to the rest of us. Case closed!





When we approached our house we both knew something was wrong. The lights were on – we always turned them off to save money.

I told my mother to keep her distance when I inserted my key in the lock. The door was unlocked. I took a deep breath and slowly opened it and carefully peered inside. 

The living room was a mess. Our papers and books and dvds and trinkets were scattered around the floor. 

I called out: "WHO ARE YOU? WHERE ARE YOU HIDING?" I didn't hear anything.

I rang the doorbell a dozen times – nothing. Not a sound.

My mother barged past me into the house and I quickly followed her.

"OH MY GOD – WE'VE BEEN ROBBED!!" she cried out.

We slowly, carefully inspected the house. 

In every room the contents of drawers had been dumped on the floor. My mother's irreplaceable collections of glass figurines were smashed into a thousand pieces. My sisters' dolls were strewn about; some with their heads yanked off. All of the closets had been emptied and clothes were strewn everywhere. 

My room had been torn apart. The sports memorabilia was scattered all around. My bed had been tossed and the mattress was on the floor.

I was overtaken by a creeping, sick awareness that nothing was missing. All of our laptops, tv's and other valuables were still here. This wasn't a robbery. Why was this done to us?

I called the police and described the condition of our house.

The sergeant I spoke with said if nothing was stolen, there wasn't a thing they could do.

"What about someone breaking into our house?" I asked. "That's trespassing!"

"Frankly son, we don't investigate trivial matters in your area anymore!" he said coldly and hung up on me.

I was in shock! I found myself screaming into a dead telephone.

Mom and I cleaned up the broken glass. That took two-hours and it was late and we were tired.

I got my room into shape the best I could and fell on the bed exhausted. 

My head was spinning and my eyes were wired open. I replayed the days' events over-and-over in my mind.

Suddenly, I focused on something Jennifer had said to me.

"John, your father had memos and emails that proved Massengale Manufacturing was deliberately sabotaging their own business...."

HUH? MEMOS AND EMAILS??

I jumped out of bed, dressed and quietly went outside to the garage. I didn't want to wake my mother.

The sick feeling in my belly returned when I saw the lights were on in the garage. 

I opened the door and saw the same kind of destruction. Tools, equipment, and personal belongings of my dad were scattered on the floor. My dad had so much crap, as my mother used to say, there was no room to park the car in the garage.

A cold chill shivered down my spine and I ran out to where my mother parked her car. It surprised me to see it appeared undamaged. I checked inside and out, and sure enough, nothing had been touched.

I went back inside the garage and looked up at the beam that supported our American flag. I found the ladder in the debris and set it up so I could climb up to the beam.

My father had built a small platform on the beam and draped the flag in front of it so it couldn't be seen. 

My heart leapt with joy when I saw my dad's strongbox on the platform. It was heavy so I had to be careful climbing back down the ladder.

I told myself I'd clean up the mess in the morning and shut off the light and quietly returned to my room.

My father had recently given me a key to the box. 

He'd said, "Never know when it might come in handy."

I sat on my bed and juggled the box on my lap. It contained loose papers, notebooks and what appeared to be legal documents pertaining to what should be done in the event of his death. 

I found a notebook titled, 'Journal'. I took a deep breath and opened it to the last page.

The final entry read, "Meeting with LB early in the morning. Nervous and scared. Not sure how he will react when confronted with the evidence."




Secrets of The New World Order



OH MY GOD – OH MY GOD – OH MY GOD....

Lonnie Barnhouse, my dad's boss, killed him!! 'LB' – it had to have been him!!

I shifted my legs without thinking and the strongbox fell to the floor dumping the contents beside my bed. A two page document landed on my foot and as I leaned over to pick it up I read the heading on the top of the paper.

"Legal Contract between Mrs. Judith Strong and Mr. Lawrence Bagley"

It was dated yesterday, and it began: I, Judith Strong, enter freely and with no coercion into this contract with Lawrence Bagley. I accept and will perform all required duties of Personal Assistant to Mr. Bagley, and will receive agreed upon compensation in return for my services. I freely and willfully agree to provide and perform all the services listed in Section B."

What the hell is this? What am I reading here? 

I scanned lower and read Section B and what was expected from my mother – the services my mother 'freely accepted'.

When I read the 'list of duties' my mother was expected to perform I became violently ill. 

I raced to the bathroom and just as I lowered my head over the toilet bowl I lost it, and vomited into the toilet. I wretched and coughed and choked and puked everything I'd eaten at the Festival.

I stood over the toilet bowl in shock. This was beyond belief. Utterly mind-boggling. My head felt like it would explode into a million pieces. This made absolutely no sense. 

Oh-my-God – Oh my God -- my own mother signed a contract to become Mr. Bagley's whore!