Women Rule V Bill sat at his desk his arse was on fire and sitting was far from comfortable. He could still taste Stephan's cum in his mouth and it seemed no amount of coffee could remove it, but what hurt more than anything were the pictures that were almost streaming onto his computer there were dozens of images of him sucking Stephan, this was going to cost him his job of that he was aware, it was only a question of time before someone saw them who shouldn't. He had worked there for five years established himself as a strong member of the team, but in just a few days Tracey and her gang had found his weakness and totally exploited it. If he left this place there was no guarantee that these images wouldn't follow him. Pat watched him amused at the man who sat across from her, he was a shell of the man he had been. "I want to swap desks Bill, you can have my tiny desk and I want your big one with the big chair.OK?" She asked knowing that Bill would not displease her. "Yes, yes of course Pa,..er Mistress Pat," he corrected himself. And he went about moving his computer and files to Pat's desk as she watched him in half an hour Pat sat behind his large desk and Bill squeezed in behind Pat's old desk. "I'll have a coffee in a minute too Bill," She told him, and Bill obediently made his secretary a coffee. As soon as he gave Pat her coffee he put his hard hat on and was about to leave the office, he needed to get out for an hour. '"Where are you going?" Pat demanded to know. "I've got a job to do; and its out there." Bill said try to add a little authority to his voice "You ask for my permission to leave the office." Pat replied without a slight hint of humour. Bill looked at his tiny secretary behind his old desk, and nearly ignored the remark but found he couldn't. "Please Mistress Pat, my I do my rounds please," he asked. "Not yet. You will go when I say you can go. Sit down" Pat told him. And he meekly obeyed. At that moment she knew she had him; she knew he was her's to control and mould. Bill also knew that he could no longer stay in this job, he was no longer in control no longer able to do his job the way it needed to be done. He opened his computer and started to look for another job. "OK, Bill you can go and do your rounds but be back here at two or phone me to tell me where you are." Pat told him. "Oh and whats your computer password?" She demanded to know. "Why?" "Because I want to know." Bill thought for a few seconds, and told her "Window2010" he told her. and made his way to the door. "Wait!" She got up from her desk and walked across to Bill's computer and and punched in the password, waited for a few seconds "OK You can go." And Bill quickly left his office. Pat went straight to his history and found that he, as she had suspected, had been applying for another job. She checked the address and sent them two of the more disgusting photos that he had recently received, and she wrote that he was 'prepared to do almost anything to secure a postion with your company.' "You are going nowhere Bill." Pat said as she pressed send. She was going to delete the sent message, but thought she leave it in his sent mail, it would give him a better understanding of her power when he found out what Pat had done. Bill didn't want to return to his office, he wanted to absorb himself in his work and try and push the morning behind him, but he wasn't allowed to Tracey phoned him almost as soon as he walked into the workshop. "Mistress Tracey," he said covering his intense dislike of the Woman. "Bill, Where are you?" Tracey demaded to know. "In the workshop Mistress Tracey,' he told her. "Stay there. I'll be down in a few minutes." He used to be king of the workshop but when Tracey walked in with a small entourage, he felt his kingdom slipping away. he felt very small in Traceys presents. He just hoped that she would not humiliate him in front of his men. She was carrying a small box about the size of a small bag of sugar. "Is there somewhere we can talk," she asked. "Yes come with me. "No this will do." She handed him the box, a few of his crew were watching, he didn't know what to, do She had him so confused this parcle could be almost anything. "Whats this?" he asked knowing it would be something designed to erode his confidence even further. "Open it and find out." Trcaey told him, a few more people in his crew gathered, bringing to number to about six. "Please Tracey, not here." "Open it." Tracey demanded, the atmosphere changed immediately, she was intimidating him in front of his own men. "Please Tracey, not here, he whispered. "Call me Mistress Tracey," she demaded loud enough for all to here, more people gathered to watch what was unfolding. He was about to walk away. "Walk away and I will send those pictures everywhere I promise." She said with a small hint of a smile. Bill was well and truly fucked she had him every which way. The workshop was silent as his entire crew watched him, but unsure of what they were witnessing.. "I want you on your knees now Bill, kneel before me." Tracey demanded. It happened very slowly almost too slow to watch but Bill crumbled and slowly fell to his knees before Tracey, it hadn't been a battle of will She never doubted that her fire would melt his very thin ice. Bill knelt before Tracey. "Kiss my boot." She ordered, Bill hesitated for a second before bowing before her and kissed her boot. There was a stunned silence. "Now open the box." Tracey ordered. It contained a CB2000 penis restraint. "Oh No." Bill murmered. "Put it on." Tracey commanded. "Here. Now?" he wanted to know, looking up at her emploring her to say otherwise. The women in Tracey's entourage were growing in power with every second as they witnessed what a Woman was capable of doing. "YES HERE AND NOW!" Tracey ordered. He knelt before his Mistress and unfastened his belt and unclipped the top of his pants and then unzipped his fly the men were growing very uncomfortable with what they were watching, Nadine shouted above the murmer that rising. "Shut up and watch!" She shouted and the men became silent and watched as Bill pulled his pants over his hips, there was an audible gasp when they saw the mess his arse was in, it was almost raw. He took the device from the box and started to fit it, it took him just a few minutes, his penis was shrivelled and tiny and it slipped into the device easily he was shaved so no hair was snagged the Women laughed, he was aware of everyeye watching him "He hasn't got a cock, he's got a clit." Nadine mocked. The women laughed; the men didn't. He finally snapped the lock inyo place and knelt head bowed eyes brimming in front of the crowd. "GIVE ME THE KEY." Pat demanded, the tiny secretary stood before Bill almost as tall as him even though Bill was on his knees. He handed Pat the key and she put it on a chain around her neck. "Go back to work." Pat told them, and the men quickly dispersed leaving Bill on his knees before Tracey and Pat. "Who owns you?" Pat wanted to know. "You do Mistress Pat." And She never let him forget it. Liverpool Kiss can be contacted on fiodeb_6@hotmail.com