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Chapter Seven – It Gets Even Worse
One morning, I arrived early to work. It was a week after Carissa had first kicked "the starch" out of me. She'd done the exact same thing yesterday after I had fucked up another account. Even worse, Joan had taken a video of the racking with her digital camera. After it was over, Carissa reviewed the humiliating ballbusting with me. She focused on one kick in particular since it was a perfect kick in the nuts and featured both of our faces in the frame.
“Look at the look of composure on my face,” said Carissa. “Do you see how focused and calm I look?”
“Yes, boss.”
“Now look at you. Look at how flustered and dominated you look. See the expression of angst on your face as I drill you?”
“Yes, boss.”
“Now, look at that perfect kick. Look at your balls and penis at the point of impact. Look at the way they recoil from the blow, how they flop around so haplessly. Now, look at your reaction!” She laughed in my face as she played the moment of impact in super slow-motion backwards and forwards. “Boom! Bang! Wham!” she said after each replay.
“Yes, boss. Thank you, boss.”
“You’re welcome. That’s what it’s all about,” she said finally.
I didn't seem to be having a great deal of sales success lately, but the company was doing better than ever. I had to admit it was due to Carissa's leadership. She was selling up a storm, more than Saul ever did.
Checking my email, I saw there was a note from Carissa ordering me to come to her office as soon as I got in. When I entered her office, she was reviewing something on the computer. She motioned me over and as I got closer I got a whiff of my boss' lovely scent. She looked stunning as usual today, dressed in fall colors - a brown leather skirt and an orange blouse. She wore a garish belt with a huge buckle that highlighted her superiority. Her brown leather boots matched the skirt.
"Good morning, ass clown. Stop staring at my body and go fetch me some coffee," she ordered.
I went back into the kitchen. I heard the click of high heels and Joan marched in behind me. "Oh," she said, chuckling. "I still haven't gotten used to you marching bare-assed around the office."
"Good morning superior Miss Joan," I said. I turned and presented my ass to her as I was now instructed to do when I crossed paths with the secretaries. She gave me a half-hearted slap, but otherwise ignored me. Seconds later, Gina marched in. I presented my ass to her, but she also ignored me.
"Joanie, the video is SPECTACULAR. I swear it's just wonderful to see such lovely female dominance at the exact point of impact!"
"I thought you'd like it, thanks."
"I love them. The look on this dipshit's face is priceless," said Gina. With that, she reached out her hand and gave my balls an underhanded slap. The pain almost caused me to drop the coffee as I stumbled, but I made sure to say, "Thank you, superior Miss Gina."
I walked back to Carissa's office. She motioned me to come stand beside her and look at her computer screen. On the screen was another scene from yesterday.
"Look at this photo we made from the video, lackey. It's my favorite." If the video wasn’t enough, now I had to look at her giant 25" monitor. It was a particularly vivid femdom photograph. Carissa was wearing her all black outfit yesterday - skirt, blouse, heels, and stockings. In the photo, she's got me pinned up in front of the hall mirror. It's a rear view of her sleek body. The woman has the balance of a gymnast. Her right foot is planted firmly on the ground, while her left foot is planted firmly between my legs. Joan managed to capture the worst moment of impact. You can't see the tip of her shoe because it's embedded in my groin, but the bridge of her foot has crashed into my balls and they are compressed against her lovely foot. My penis, meanwhile is pointing straight up in the air as her foot drives me up off my feet. Only the very tips of my toes are on the ground. I remember this kick well since it put me on the floor for several minutes. You can see the look of total agony on my face and in the mirror you can see Carissa's face. Her mouth is open slightly as she exerts herself. It looks like she's groaning with satisfaction. You can also see Joanie holding the video camera. She has a big smile on her face. Gina is also there in her blue dress. She has her hands together (I think she was clapping) and a look of sheer joy as she watches intently.
"Just look at how badly I'm racking those balls," she said. "Look at your penis! Look at how exposed and humiliated you are! Look at how happy all the women are! Now that's female power right there. And to think you actually enjoy having your ego - and balls - racked." She laughed heartily.
Carissa tossed her head back until her pretty blonde hair cascaded with it. It was a decidedly feminine maneuver. "Now, what's this I hear about you fucking up another account?"
I stammered, "Yes, I- I'm so sorry, boss. I tried so hard to keep it."
"You tried so hard to keep it? It's all about the bottom line, dummy. It's amazing that despite all of my efforts you are still underperforming. Ok, listen lackey. You need to be punished again. However, I'm going to be busy today training Amy and don't have time to do it myself. Here's a list of what you need to get from Home Depot. I'll explain when you return."
I went to the hardware store and purchased the required items. I could only imagine what it was for. On the way there, I thought about Amy. Carissa had decided to hire the little bitch in some capacity. Amy might have been little and cute, but gosh what a cunt she was. I recalled how she took such joy in my destruction. It was like she never forgave me for those times I tried to get with her. Just great. Now we had another woman in the office to participate in my daily humiliation. I wondered what Amy would be doing and why Carissa had to train her.
I returned to the office with the hardware Carissa had requested. It was several 2x4"s, a hammer, a saw, nails and a triangular-shaped piece of hardwood. I couldn't imagine what she had in mind. When I returned, Carissa was busy with Amy in her office. Carissa took one look at me and said, "Why are your fucking clothes still on? Strip and come back in here when you are properly exposed.
I returned and Amy smiled brightly when she saw me. "Well, hello Chuck," she said. She was so hot in her little purple skirt and white button-down shirt. She wore 5" high heels that helped accent her feminine curves even though she was a little wisp of a young lady, probably 4'10" and not 100 pounds.
"Hello, superior Miss Amy," I said. Both women nodded their head in smug acknowledgement of my addressing a woman by her proper title.
"I see your training is paying off, Cariss," said Amy.
"It’s a slow process, but I’m starting to see results," said Carissa. "Ok, lackey, we need to measure you. Stand here on your tippie toes." I did as I was told. Carissa measured the distance from the floor to my groin and jotted down the number. She tucked the tape measure beneath my dangling balls, and held her hand there – an intentional maneuver designed to arouse me (It worked). She pulled a piece of paper off her note pad and handed it to me. It was a crude diagram of some kind of weird wooden structure.
"I want you to work on this in your office this afternoon. I expect it to be complete by four. Bring it in here when you're done," said Carissa.
"Yes boss."
"Well, what are you waiting for? Get your hairy rear end out of my office and get to work."
I immediately turned and left, with Amy's sweet high-pitched laughter trailing me out the door.
All afternoon I worked on the project. It called for me to build a frame of 2x'4s and then place the triangular piece of wood on top, sort of like a balance beam - except Carissa had ordered me to have a sharp angle of the triangular beam facing upwards. I was actually pretty good at construction and took pride in doing a thorough job. Once I had the job done, I returned to the office, naked of course, at four. Carissa was still working with Amy, but they both smiled when I walked in.
"Let's see how it turned out. Oh, perfect," exclaimed Carissa. "If only you could sell so well, maybe you wouldn't be in this predicament." Again, Amy the kiss-ass laughed at my boss.
I was ordered to position the beam in the middle of the room. "Good, now climb right on top of it, one leg on each side." ordered Carissa.
I never imagined I was building something for my own punishment! I felt tricked and outsmarted yet again. As I struggled to climb aboard the object, Carissa explained it to Amy.
"I needed something that would rack his balls without any effort from any of us. Don't get me wrong, sometimes there's no substitute for a good healthy kick in the groin, but we're busy and this will solve all our problems."
They watched as I struggled onto the beam. Amy laughed as she saw me strain with effort. I had to stand on my very tip toes to keep the sharp wood from digging into my groin. "You're a genius, Cariss," Amy said giggling.
"You haven't seen anything yet, girlfriend. Check this out. Ass clown - there's one more set of instructions when you're using your new balance beam. Not only do I want one leg on each side of the beam, I want to see one BALL on each side of the beam."
Amy began squealing with delight. I struggled to comply with Carissa's orders. I felt the triangle dig into my scrotum as I strained to stay on my toes. Any time I relaxed my ankles I would sink down onto the sharp hardwood and it would dig into my sack. Also, if I shifted my weight from one side or the other it would cause one of my balls to get trapped between my inner leg and the wood.
The two women stood next to me. "Now that's just perfect," said Amy.
"Needless to say, if we check on you and your pent-up ball bag isn’t properly straddling my balance beam, you will end up over the lap of a woman in this office. Am I clear?" said Carissa.
"Yes boss," I grunted. As exhausting as this was, I had grown to become terrified of bare-assed spankings and would do ANYTHING to avoid them.
Amy couldn't stop laughing. "You are awesome, Carissa. Just awesome. You've taught me things about men I never knew."
"Glad to help. You’re my protégé," said Carissa suddenly quite serious. Then she turned to me. "I'm giving you a half hour for starters. Keep quiet while we do our work."
I stood there for a half hour. After fifteen minutes, my leg muscles ached sp badly. I had to rest them. As I did my balls were punished by the devious contraption. I had no choice but to grunt from time to time. Each time I did, the ladies would look over and share a good laugh.
To top it off, I could hear that Carissa was training Amy on selling techniques. It began to occur to me that I might be replaced. I felt panic!
The women reached a break and Carissa announced that it was time to bring Joan and Gina in. They ushered the other women in who crowded in front of me and laughed at my predicament.
"I have an announcement to make," said Carissa. "Effective immediately, Amy is replacing Chuck as Regional Sales Manager. I've decided to keep Chuck on as Amy's secretary. Joan, you're being promoted to executive assistant for me. Chuck, you no longer report to me. You report directly to Amy, and you have a dotted line to Gina."
The room exploded in celebration and laughter while I turned red-faced and angry. Of course I was upset, but didn't show it. Carissa removed me from the beam and the women showed me my new cubicle out in the middle of the office next to Gina.
"I know this must be hard for you," said Carissa in front of all the other ladies, "to be outmaneuvered and outsmarted by women. But just think - you still have a job. I suggest you make damn sure my new sales manager is happy. If I get bad reports from her or Gina, you'll be out on your ass."
Before I left the room, Amy informed me that she wanted me in at seven in the morning from now on so I could make her fresh coffee and be ready to answer her calls. "Oh, and even though I'm your boss, I'd actually prefer if you continue to refer to me as Superior Miss Amy," she said, smiling. “Do you understand?”
As angry as I was, I fell to the floor and kissed each of Amy’s high heels. “Yes, superior Miss Amy.” The women seemed satisfied with my performance and I managed to avoid any OTK correction. Thank god.
"Let me know if he gives you trouble," said Gina. "I'll blister his ass for you."
"Thank you, Gina. I think it will be best if we all share in keeping his ego in line," said a very confident Amy.
Just great, I thought. I had gone from being supervised by a little blonde pussy to being supervised by a tiny red-headed pussy.
When I got home that night, I had to relay the news to Lydia. To my surprise, she had heard the news and wasn't upset. "I know you'll be getting a pay cut," she laughed. "That's ok - my trust fund kicked in two months ago. I didn't tell you. I don't need your money anymore. But I think I'll keep you around just as long as you do a good job cleaning and tending to my needs. You've been a much more loyal and subservient husband since I took control of your orgasms. I suggest you keep it that way."
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At work, Amy was such a bitch. It was as though she had taken a cue from Carissa. She was so high handed with me. Most of the time, she just ignored me. When she needed me it was for the most menial of tasks, like mailing envelopes. When I displeased her, she preferred to just put me onto the beam rather than deal with me herself. She usually gave me an hour on the beam. This caused me a great deal of trouble, for I could not hang on for more than 35 minutes, tops. Then, for the last 25 minutes, I would literally have no choice but to shift painfully from one nut to the other, a self-busting that would result in an extremely swollen scrotum, something Amy happily pointed out to the other ladies in the office.
One afternoon, she called me into her office.
"Cariss and I are going on a sales trip tomorrow. We'll need you to join us, as there is some heavy lifting that needs to be done and it's the one thing your good for."
She instructed me to book them at a boutique hotel while I was to book myself in a cheap motel down the street. "This is the O'Leary account, the one that you fucked up," she said in that rapid-fire sassy tone of hers that reminded me of a younger Carissa.
I thought of the O'Leary account and that horrible bitch, Kara, who I didn't get along with. I only hoped she wouldn't see me, though I suspected she would. Kara had to be the stupidest cunt alive. Of course, I probably shouldn't have told her that, but I had done it in frustration.
Amy brought me back from my thoughts. "Yeah, you remember, the woman you called a stupid cunt? Well, we've convinced Kara to sign back up with us. It was easy once Carissa explained what has become of you. We’re going to make sure Kara gets to witness your humiliation first hand. Yes, Chucky, you'll be eating your words. Now get the fuck out of my office."
I didn't sleep much that night. The following I picked up Amy and Carissa and we drove off to the hotel.
"We're meeting Kara in our hotel room at three. That should give us enough time to prepare you for show time," laughed Carissa.
For the rest of the two-hour ride, the two of them chatted with each other about various work and non work related stuff. They sat in back as I chauffeured them around.
When we got to the hotel, I was forced to immediately strip down. "Kara will be here in forty minutes," said Carissa, pulling out a pair of lipsticks and tossing one to Amy. "Let's do this."
I was made to lie on the bed, naked, while the ladies went to work with the lipstick. Amy put her dainty hands on my thighs, which immediately caused pressure in my groin. She wrote "Kick them please" on the inside of each thigh and an arrow pointing to my balls. Carissa sat on my stomach and wrote "LOSER" in big block letters across my chest. She then had an arrow pointing to my face.
"Turn over, ass clown," said Carissa. The two of them started writing on my back and upper legs. Then my ass. They were giggling the entire time. When they were done I was made to look in the mirror. They had written, "Spank me please," in big letters on my back with arrows pointing to my ass. Then on my thighs it said "Teach me respect," again with arrows pointing to my ass. Then finally, each ass cheek had a bull’s-eye drawn on it, with the center of the bull’s-eye focused on the most sensitive piece of flesh on my ass. I hadn't been spanked for five days, which I've come to learn, is an eternity, so other than a few old bruises my ass was due for a feminine whupping.
"Now I think he's ready for punishment," said Amy.
"Indeed," smiled Carissa. "Now lackey, when the WOMAN who you referred to as a stupid cunt gets here, you are to put on an immediate show. I want you to get on your hands and knees, wiggle your ass, and spank your ass with one hand and your balls with the other. You are to apologize and absolutely BEG her to spank your sorry behind. If Amy or I don't think you're doing a good enough job, we'll inform Lydia and I'm sure your chastity will be extended. And I hear you're so close to release, so DON'T disappoint us."
"Yes boss."
This was going to be horrible. I hated Kara. She was in her early 30s and had always acted so aloof with me, as though I was her inferior. Now as it turned out, she was right. She was one of those squeaky wheel customers who always wanted extra service. One day I had had enough and thus the "stupid cunt" comment. I remember how her voice dropped and she said, "What did you just call me?" And I repeated it. It didn't matter that she was an important customer. And now I would pay the price.
At three, there was a knock on the hotel room and there was Kara. She was a skinny brunette with a narrow pointy nose. She kept her hair short, but even I had to admit she had pretty eyes and looked quite feminine. Today she wore a casual floral skirt with sturdy black leather shoes and a lime colored top, which matched some of the color on her skirt.
We hadn't spoken since the famous incident. I assumed my position on the floor as instructed while my two superiors greeted Kara warmly and invited her in. Once they were done I crawled to her feet and kissed each toe. Then I began slapping my ass and saying "I'm sorry I called you those horrible names. I'm the stupid cunt. Please punish me, superior Miss Kara. I’m the stupid cunt! I’m the stupid cunt!"
Kara took a deep breath and then began absolutely cackling with laughter. "Oh my god," she said and began to laugh some more as Amy and Carissa just smiled.
I continued to kiss her feet and beg. She kicked me in the mouth somewhat firmly, enough to stun me and said, "Ok, wimp. That’s enough.”
I moved back away from her. "Roll over and spread 'em!" ordered Carissa to help break the awkward silence. I rolled onto my back and spread my legs. "I'm sorry, Superior Miss Kara," I said again. "Please kick my balls for me."
"With pleasure," she said, stepping forward and delivering a well placed kick in my groin.
"Kick him again," encouraged Carissa.
She stepped forward and kicked me again. I squeezed my legs together and attempted to roll onto my side, but I heard Amy’s tyrannical high-pitched voice, “Roll back onto your ass and spread ‘em! Thank her properly and ask her to kick you again!”
"Thank you, ma’am," I gasped. “Please kick me again.”
"I had no idea that could be so satisfying," said Kara. "This is fantastic. [Kick, Kick] Thanks so much for arranging this."
"For a client like you, it's our pleasure," said Carissa. "He's been fired from his sales position. And I can assure you Amy will manage your account with a great deal more energy and care."
"I have no doubts," said Kara. "What do you have to say for yourself, you stupid cunt?" she asked me, planting her foot in the middle of my scrotum. She wore pointy shoes that splayed my balls apart, much like the contraption back at the office.
I had no idea what to say. "I'm sorry. I've learned my lesson," I managed to sputter.
Then to my surprise, Amy took over. "Like hell he's learned his lesson. He has a lot more learning to do." She reached into her pocketbook and pulled out a hairbrush. "Kara, I haven't had the opportunity to give him a good hard spanking since I took over his position. Make yourself comfortable. I think you'll enjoy this."
"I think so too," said Kara.
With that, for the first time I went over Amy's little lap for a little OTK discipline. Or should I say, a LOT of OTK discipline. Amy blistered my bottom fiercely. It was as though she was making up for her little size. I won't go into too much detail, but let's just say I did a lot of crying Amy led an enjoyable (for them) male hating verbal session.
Toward the end of my punishment, Carissa took my head and made me face Kara. "Who is the stupid cunt now?" asked Carissa.
"I am!"
"Then tell Kara."
"I'm a stupid cunt, Kara." Kara just laughed.
When it was over and many tears had been shed, Carissa asked Kara is there was anything else they could do.
"Now that you mention it," said Kara. "I think it would be really cool if you, like, turned him into a sissy and made him suck cock. You've done everything else there is to do. But why not turn him into a dick-loving whore? Then he really would be a stupid cunt!" She laughed. I had no idea she could possibly be this devious.
Amy and Carissa turned to each other. "What a wonderful suggestion!" Carissa said. "I'll call his wife tonight."
"Ladies, this has been an incredibly satisfying day. Well done. I know we're going to do great work together. Thanks again."
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