Lisbeth Moon

Chapter One

Lisbeth pushed through the morning throng towards the Underground escalator. She glanced at her watch. 08:45 am. Plenty of time. Her long dark hair, tied in a ponytail, bounced as she strode to the platform. She glanced at the indicator board. One minute to arrival.

A fading poster proclaiming ‘Sexual Liberation’ flapped as the train shuddered to a stop. She stood aside respectfully as people jostled past to get on the train, doors swishing shut just as she boarded. An elbow from a portly gentleman caught her in the left breast. They exchanged brief smiles and half-apologetic nods. Lisbeth did have rather large breasts for her slender frame.

The journey was twenty minutes, the last ten of which an elderly gentleman, a veteran from the Liberation Wars, allowed her to perch on his knee. It was exceedingly kind of him, and the arse fondling was a suitable reward for that kindness. She judged he had been a young boy at best during the conflict, but she respected her elders, and he was polite.

Taking a deep breath as she exited the station, Lisbeth Moon headed for the large office block that dominated this part of town. A few minutes later, she entered the ground floor reception for ASS, Agency for Sexual Satisfaction – a government organisation that sought to provide sexual services for the country’s citizens 24/7.

A young woman and man, both blonde, attractive and shining with good health, sat behind the reception desk and greeted her with matching smiles.

“I’m Lisbeth Moon, starting today,” announced Lisbeth.

“Welcome, Lisbeth. Here is your temporary ID. HR is on the first floor, and they will take you through orientation. On behalf of ASS, we hope you will enjoy being with us.” The woman’s breasts strained against her tight top as she handed Lisbeth her welcome pack.

“Thank you.” The friendly greeting and the warm smiles put Lisbeth at ease. Collecting the pack, she hung the ID around her neck and entered a waiting lift to access the first floor.

A striking brunette in her mid-thirties was waiting for her as she exited.

“Lisbeth Moon, I assume,” she smiled. “I’m Karen Jones, head of HR. Follow me, please.”

Dutifully, Lisbeth trotted after the woman who launched into her practised spiel.

“Your first week will just be getting used to the various departments. As you know, we cater for all sexual orientations: straight, gay, pan, trans, furries, cosplay, BBW, hairy bears and hairy cats – no matter your taste, we will provide it, either in person, by phone, viewscreen or messaging. Most of our employees tend to be on the younger side, but we are age-inclusive. Our Granny and Grandad dept is very popular. This is Mr Edward Jones, no relation.” She waved to a man, also mid-thirties, who rose to greet her with a smile.

“Please call me Ted, and delighted to have you join us, Lisbeth! Your volunteer work on sexual outreach programs is most impressive!” he said enthusiastically.

Lisbeth smiled her thanks as Karen took her through to a small room. “Have a read through your welcome pack, and I’ll fetch some refreshments. Tea, coffee?”

“Coffee, thank you.” Lisbeth sat in the comfy chair and leafed through the small booklet. Pictures of smiling employees and motivational messages filled the glossy pages. She looked up as Ms Jones returned with coffee.

“Now, Lisbeth. You will need a proper employee profile and permanent ID, which will allow you to access the upper levels. I want to run through some basic details to make sure our records are correct. Please state your full name and age, please.”

“Lisbeth Ann Moon, twenty.”

“Sexual inclination?”

“Pan sexual.”

“Preferred pronoun?”

“She.”

“Interests and hobbies? Any kinks or fetishes?”

“Cooking, the environment, exhibitionism, I’m a natural exhibitionist. That is my primary kink.”

“Humiliation? Bondage? Pain?”

“Humiliation, yes, light bondage, light spanking, but no real pain. Although I do enjoy a good paddling when the mood is right.”

“Toilet play?”

“Mild. Being peed, or spat or cum on is hot. That’s about it.”

“Height? Measurements?”

“5’6’, 34c-24-32”

“Excellent. We will now move on to the image mapping room.”

Lisbeth followed Karen into a larger room, which was semi-partitioned via a perspex window. Ted was standing at an array of controls behind the glass. He turned to smile at her, floppy brown hair falling over his face.

“Please stand on the other side of the window and undress down to your underwear,” instructed Karen.

“Of course, Ms Jones.” Lisbeth walked around, unbuttoning her blouse as she did so.

“And please stand on the X marked on the floor,” continued Karen. “Stand up straight, arms by your side.”

A series of green lasers raced down her body, highlighting Lisbeth’s dark, floral-patterned bra and panties.

“Thank you, Lisbeth. We have a 3D map of your body stored on our system as well as upper body photos for your ID.”

“Shall I get dressed?”

“Not just yet,” replied Ted. “We need to complete some forms. If you could step out and leave your clothes here for the time being.”

“Yes, Mr Jones.” Lisbeth followed them back to the holding room.

“Now, Lisbeth,” Ted beamed at her. “The 3D mapping will be used to make a sex doll in your image for customers to purchase. Are you happy for us to use your real name, or do you want us to use an alias?”

“Oh,” Lisbeth pondered this. “Can I think about it and get back to you later?” The Lisbeth Moon Sex Doll had an attractive ring to it.

“No problem. There is no immediate rush.”

“For the doll, would you not need details of my breasts and pussy?”

“I’m glad you asked. Yes, we would. Once the 3D scan has been approved, we will conduct a more detailed examination. Nipple shape and colouring, pussy shape and size. We can then make a cast and market your pussy as a masturbatory toy alongside the life-size doll.” Ted unconsciously licked his lips.

Sensing that Ted was enjoying the conversation, Lisbeth glanced at Karen, who was watching her closely. Quite possibly, this was a test of her suitability at ASS.

Fixing her best smile, Lisbeth nodded enthusiastically. “I look forward to it, Mr Jones. Will you be assisting in the more detailed examination?”

“Please, it’s Ted, and yes, I would be delighted to fill in the blanks, as it were.”

“That will be for later, Lisbeth,” interrupted Karen. “First, you need to orient yourself at ASS, and then we can proceed to the next stage.”

“As you wish, Ms Jones. I’m eager to get started.”

“Excellent, Lisbeth. We will start you in the erotica packaging section.” Karen rose. “Please follow me.”

Lisbeth grabbed her handbag and the welcome pack, gave Ted a goodbye smile and followed Karen to the lifts.

“You should get your permanent ID later this morning. This will allow you to access all of our facilities.”

The door hissed open, and Lisbeth entered. The mirror panelling allowed her to see her underwear-clad form from all angles. Ted eyeing her up had given her a delightful frisson, and being in her underwear added to that pleasurable sensation.

As if sensing her thoughts, Karen pressed the button for the third floor and said: “Your clothes will be returned this afternoon. Junior employees are often picked at random for ‘Dress Day’ duties. Underwear, topless, boxers with no seat. Leather, fetish, slut, biker. If you chosen, you will be informed of your dress code via text message in the morning.”

“That sounds interesting and fun! Did you decide I should work in my underwear?”

“Yes. I thought it would be a good way to test your aptitude, given your liking for exhibitionism. Senior employees are permitted to indulge in their kink of choice.”

Lisbeth felt her senses tingle. “May I ask your kink, Ms Jones?”

“Why, of course! We encourage sharing. I have a liking for extreme insertions – anal specifically.”

Karen shifted slightly as the doors hissed open, her hand straying to her rear. She stepped out with Lisbeth in tow. “I will show you to your department workstation.”

“Is it a large one?” asked Lisbeth.

“Yes, but anally I am well trained. Even so, it took a lot of lube and some effort this morning. I will remove it at lunchtime for thirty minutes.”

“I’m sorry, I meant the department. But I would be happy to help you with your insertion later.”

“Why, thank you, Lisbeth. It is kind of you to offer. Yes, I would like that. You can also appraise me of your thoughts on your first morning.”

“I look forward to it, Ms Jones.”

“Right, here we are. This is Mr Reginald Canning’s office. He is head of this section.” Karen pushed open the door. “Reg?”

“Karen!” A plump man in his fifties smiled at them. “Our new recruit, I take it. And in underwear, too! Most fetching!”

“Thank you, Mr Canning.” Lisbeth’s hand was clasped between two fat, clammy palms. Wet lips brushed her cheek.

“Capital, capital!” Mr Canning enthused, her hand still enveloped in his pudginess. His eyes raked her body. Lisbeth felt herself reacting positively. She enjoyed displaying herself to an appreciative audience.

Gently, Lisbeth removed her hand as Reg and Karen ushered Lisbeth to a workstation. Reg’s hand rested lightly on her rear as he pulled out the chair. “All yours, my dear,” he beamed.

“Thank you, Mr Canning, you are very kind.” Lisbeth gazed at the blank terminal and nudged the mouse to awaken the screen. A naked couple appeared, and the words, ‘Welcome to Erotic Packaging!

Reg leaned over, his hand on her shoulder and his cheek touching Lisbeth’s. “This is the lower end of our services. Every morning our poorer citizens receive a State-sponsored porn package by email. It is automated, but sometimes the algorithm goes awry, and your senior citizen receives clips and pics of young lads buggering each other when they really want to see young ladies getting it up the arse. Imagine their surprise!” Reg cackled loudly. “Anyway, it is your job to wade through the complaints and glitches and make sure they get the correct porn. Okay?” He straightened and squeezed her shoulders in encouragement.

“Yes, Mr Canning,” replied Lisbeth dutifully.

“Excellent, I’ll leave you to it. Toby!” Reg yelled.

“Mr Canning?” A young man, tall and slim with an easy grace and a shock of dark hair, came over. He was wearing a T-shirt and a thong, which housed an impressive package.

“Toby, I want you to sit with Lisbeth and show her the system.” As with Lisbeth, Reg’s hand was on the young man’s pert rear.

“I would be happy too. I’m Toby Moore,” he smiled and held out his hand.

“Lisbeth Moon.” Lisbeth shook his hand and smiled with genuine pleasure.

“I’ll be off. If you need anything, and I mean anything, Lisbeth, my door is always open.” With that, Reg waddled off in his soft leather shoes.

“I’ll be off too,” said Karen. “Meet me at one in my office, Lisbeth, if you are still keen to help.”

“Yes, Ms Jones.”

“Toby, lovely to see you in your outfit of choice. I didn’t see you on the random dress list today?”

“Oh, I wasn’t. I just know ladies of certain years enjoy the thrill of seeing me in a thong.”

“Don’t be cheeky!” Karen swatted him playfully on the bum. “But it certainly lifts the spirits!” Laughing, she walked off, leaving Toby and Lisbeth together.

“Did you see what Randy Reg did to my bum?” Toby said in mock indignation. He presented his rear to Lisbeth, showing a dark red mark where he had been pinched.

“Goes with the light red smack on the other cheek,” replied Lisbeth.

“Hmm, I can see you won’t be much use when I need sympathy and a shoulder to cry on!”

Lisbeth leaned forward and kissed the red mark. “Better?” she smiled.

“Much! I’ve decided I am going to like you, and we will be besties.” He pulled up a chair alongside Lisbeth. “Tell me all the juicy and salacious gossip about yourself!”

“So you can spread it around the office and ruin my reputation?”

“Honey, you are spending your first day in your underwear. The only way is up for you.”

“Says the man in the thong.”

“Oh, you like my thong, I can tell. I have great thongdar.”

“Thongdar?”

“You’ve never heard of it?”

“Never,” replied Lisbeth solemnly. “I obviously have a lot to learn.”

“Lisbeth Moon. Are you mocking me?”

“Me?” Lisbeth replied with feigned innocence.

“Hmm, I can see we will need to keep an eye on you. Now let’s get to work, girl.”

“Aye, aye, Sir.” Lisbeth peered at the screen. There were 54 logged complaints. “Why do they call it the packaging dept?” She pressed the first complaint and waited for it to open.

“Did you not see my thong?”

Lisbeth glanced down. “The shipping cost for that package would be very cheap.”

“You absolute bitch!” Toby laughed. “Back in the day, the porn parcels were sent out by post, and there were hundreds of people working in this dept in depots all over the country. Now it’s all digital.”

“Wow! Imagine that.” Lisbeth read out the complaint. “The gentleman wants ‘big-titted mature brunettes’ and he’s getting…”

“Open the setting. At the top on the left.”

“Got it.”

“Ah, his account is configured for small-breasted East Asian girls. Probably a glitch, although sometimes they check the wrong box.”

“Okay, I’ve tabbed off East Asian girls and checked big-titted milfs and brunettes,” said Lisbeth.

“And that’s basically it. Dull, I know, but later you get to put porn feeds together, add some personality and style to them, then move up to regional account handling or even field work if that’s your thing.”

“I’ve done outreach sex work at university. Did it for the credits initially but found I enjoyed it.”

“I bet ASS has you on the fast-track program. What sort of outreach did you do?”

“Initially just lending an ear to those with sexual issues, Guilt over a fetish, difficulty reaching orgasm for women, erection issues for men. Then, I started doing more hands-on work after my initial training. Mutual masturbation sessions with women, exploring fantasies, kinks, hang-ups. Then, I did similar work with older men. Stimulation at first, then I asked for full-service work.”

“You liked it, huh?”

“I found I enjoyed helping people, and I was good at it too. I also discovered I had a taste for older men and women and exhibitionism. I enjoy showing myself off, as you can see.”

“I did notice, hun.”

“I like exploring the mental side of sex, arousal and attraction. What makes a person tick? What makes me tick and why? It’s fascinating work.”

“Well, you are wasted in this dept, Lisbeth. Me as well, but we have to start somewhere.”

“Very true, so let’s get to work. Thanks for making me feel so welcome. I appreciate that.” Lisbeth leaned over and kissed Toby on the cheek.

“I can definitely tell we are going to be best friends. I’ll leave you to it. Any problems let me know. Oh, and watch out for Reg. He’s a leech with the personality of a slug. He creeps out the younger members of staff, male and female, especially the newer ones.”

“I’ve dealt with similar before, but thanks for the warning.” Lisbeth set about her duties diligently. It wasn’t tasking work, but Lisbeth was always interested to see what appealed to people.

One customer kept cropping up. A woman, Catherine, sixties and a widower. She was unhappy with the sim-novels—stories illustrated with animation and partially spoken word. Nothing was right for her, and Lisbeth sensed the frustration in the complaints.

Lisbeth caught Toby’s attention.

“If you check her history, she is always dissatisfied, changing her mind, feeling that we are not responding to her needs,” she said.

“You get a lot of that,” replied Toby. “Best to send the standard apology and try different combinations.”

“I guess.” Lisbeth wasn’t convinced.

“You have a better idea?”

“Not better, it’s just that I don’t think her issue is what we are sending her; I think she is frustrated that we haven’t guessed what she wants or needs, and she feels unable to tell us.”

“Why?”

“Shame, guilt, or even she isn’t aware herself.”

“Okay, makes sense. What can you tell from her correspondence and profile?”

Lisbeth made a show of studying the woman’s profile. She already had an idea. It was a gift she couldn’t explain. “I think we’ll try this.”

It was an illustrated novella, Madam Sands Correctional Home for Young Men.

“Catchy title,” Toby observed sarcastically.

“It does what it says,” shrugged Lisbeth. “The tale of a middle-aged woman who dishes out punishment for wayward young men with impure thoughts.”

“You mean lots of spanking and caning on the bottoms of gorgeous young men.”

“I think she’ll like it.”

“Worth a try. I’d best get back. Catch you later.”

Toby swayed as he walked to his station. Lisbeth called out: “I think Catherine would love to spank your bottom!”

“Wouldn’t everyone, darling,” replied Toby with a grin.

Fetching herself a cup of tea, Lisbeth saw Mr Canning signalling to her. “Come through to my office, dear!” He patted Lisbeth on the bottom as he ushered her in.

“What can I do for you, Mr Canning?”

Canning sat down and took off his glasses, polishing them earnestly as he looked Lisbeth over. “I thought we should get to know one another, my dear.”

“Of course, Mr Canning. What did you have in mind?”

There was a brief hesitation, Canning’s tongue wetted his lips, and Lisbeth’s intuition, her ‘sex sense’ tingled. Immediately, she knew what to do.

“Well, Lisbeth—”

“Be quiet, Mr Canning,” Lisbeth’s tone was sharp.

Canning’s eyes bulged in astonishment.

“People will be expecting you to put your office in private mode. Please do so, Mr Canning.”

“Eh?”

“At once, Mr Canning!” Lisbeth rose and stood over the portly figure who was struggling to make sense of what was happening.

“Yes,” he stammered, blanking out the glass walls.

“Very good, Mr Canning. Now get on the floor.” Lisbeth picked up a metal ruler on Canning’s desk.

“The floor?”

Sighing, Lisbeth gave his hand a light rap. “Yes. The floor!”

Sucking his fingers, Canning got onto his knees without further protest.

“Unbuckle your trousers and pull them down, then get on all fours. Quickly! I haven’t got all day!” Lisbeth tapped her leg impatiently.

“My apologies, Lisbeth!”

“Now, I assume you called me in ‘to test me out and have some fun’ didn’t you?”

“Yes, Lisbeth.” Canning’s frilly pink panties were tenting nicely.

“Grope me, stick your fat fingers in my young pussy?”

“Yes, I’m sorry, Lisbeth!” Canning groaned.

“Yet, here you are, with pink frilly knickers on and what you really wanted was me to smack your fat bottom, isn’t it, Mr Canning?” Lisbeth brought the metal ruler down on his behind.

“Lisbeth, I’m sorry! I disgust myself with my appalling behaviour!”

“You disgust me, Mr Canning! You revolt me with your sordid thoughts of pawing me! A young innocent girl!” Thwack! Thwack! Thwack! Lisbeth fired off a volley across his arse.

“Please, please forgive me!” Canning bent down and kissed Lisbeth’s heels.

“Better. Tomorrow morning, when I arrive, I will enter your office, and you will kiss my shoes and lick them clean with your tongue. You will also display the female underwear you have chosen for the day and have my morning coffee ready for me. Is that clear, Mr Canning?”

“Yes, yes! Thank you, Lisbeth!”

“Good.” Lisbeth planted two further smacks on Canning’s posterior. “Now pull your trousers up and sit back at your desk.”

Canning scrambled up and hastily buckled his trousers. “Thank you, Lisbeth!” His eyes were wide as he stared at her. “How did you know?”

“I always know, Mr Canning,” smiled Lisbeth.

****

Karen Jones leaned against her desk, skirt bunched around her hips and panties around her ankles.

“This is so humiliating!” Karen’s face was puce with pleasurable embarrassment.

Lisbeth examined the base of the large butt plug impaled in the woman’s arse. Her tortured ring was stretched over the shiny black silicone.

“It must be mortifying having a new employee seeing you like this.” Lisbeth didn’t need her gift to know Karen was enjoying her mortification. “Your arse must be well used to get that monster up there.”

“Well, I wouldn’t say well used,” stammered Karen. “What are you doing now?”

“I’m taking some pictures to look at and share later. Perhaps a video next.”

“A video!”

“Yes, Miss Jones. How long have you been indulging your anal fetish, your desire to have large objects inserted into your arsehole? What about elsewhere? Do you like hard objects rammed up your pussy as well?”

“Lisbeth, please! I don’t think this is the right environment!”

“Please answer my questions. This is excellent research for my blog and my thesis on sexuality and the pursuit of pleasure. The tyranny of the sexual id.”

Karen surrendered to her need to humiliate herself. “I have been experimenting since my early twenties. I was fucked in the arse on a regular basis and used stretching anal rings. That feeling of being invaded, used in such a gross manner, well, it’s intoxicating!”

Lisbeth moved around the desk to face Karen. “Do you entertain thoughts and desires of being ruined? Of being permanently stretched? Perhaps mounted in the wall for anyone to use? A sort of handy anal masturbation aid?”

The orgasm raced through Karen, her frame trembling in its grip. “How, how did you know?”

“A lucky guess. It is as much my fantasy as yours.” This was true. Lisbeth’s gift allowed her to share and enjoy the other person’s needs and fantasies. “Shall I remove it and then take some pics of your gaping hole?”

“Please, Lisbeth.”

“I will share them online, anonymously, but it will allow people to entertain themselves with your shame.”

Lisbeth wondered if Karen was going to orgasm again, but the woman settled for another breathless thank you.

The plug was enormous. Lisbeth pulled on the slippery base. It remained firmly embedded. “Excuse me, Ms Jones.” Lisbeth tugged harder, feeling it move. The fattest part of the plug was designed so that it remained inside, and it wasn’t coming out without a fight. With a determined set to her delicate jaw, Lisbeth gave it several wriggles and then pulled sharply. An intense groan and the sight of Ms Jones’s ring stretching even further over the plug’s widest part was her reward. Lisbeth tugged again until a good quarter of the plug’s 30cm length was now showing, its surface glistening with lube and juices.

Keeping a tight hold, Lisbeth rotated the plug. The diameter was not at its widest part, but wide enough for Lisbeth’s manipulation to send ripples of delight through Ms Jones, her fingers rubbing her pussy as she reached between her legs to fully enjoy Lisbeth’s ministrations.

Slowly, Lisbeth removed the anal monster, appreciating the gaping hole that remained, a circular wound, testimony to the ravaging impact of the plug. Reverentially, Lisbeth pressed her lips to the gaping arsehole, her tongue flicking inside, more waves of delight rippled through Ms Jones as Lisbeth lapped at the event horizon.

Mindful of her intention to take pics, Lisbeth snapped them with her phone and then switched to video. “What you see is the gaping arse of an anal fetish freak. A woman who desires to be anally ruined. It is my intention to chart her progress for my research and for you, the viewer’s, enjoyment.

“Have you been forced to wear a diaper, Ms Jones?” Lisbeth asked as she straightened.

“Diaper? Why no-”

“Anticipating the immediate effect of the plug in your arse, I took the precaution of buying one just before lunch. Mr Canning was happy to give me the time to do so. You will wear the diaper until three pm. Then, you will reinsert the plug until five-thirty. On your commute home, you will wear neither the diaper nor the plug. Do you understand, Ms Jones?”

“Yes, Lisbeth, thank you!” squeaked Ms Jones.

“In the meantime, I will take your plug. Please see me at three.”

“Yes, Lisbeth!”

****

Sitting on the toilet pan with the lid down, Lisbeth debated trying the plug itself. The idea of inserting a plug recently impaled in someone else’s arse was appealing, but she suspected it would be too much.

Tentatively, Lisbeth bent forward and pressed it against her freshly lubed hole. The pressure was pleasurable, and the partial penetration satisfying, but it was too big for her. Perhaps she could get tips from Ms Jones. They could become butt buddies.

Returning to her desk, Lisbeth placed the giant plug on the small shelf to the side and went back to work.

“I see you are starting to personalise your workspace,” smiled Toby.

“It’s not mine. I’m looking after it for someone.”

“Really? Looks freshly used.”

“It has been, but not by me, although I did give it a try!” Lisbeth laughed.

“It does look tempting.”

“Get your own. This one is spoken for.”

“Tease. Everything okay?”

“Yes, fairly routine complaints so far.”

Toby wandered off and left her to it. Lisbeth began getting through the complaints at a steady rate. The butt plug proved to be a conversational opener for other staff. Betty, a busty, plump blonde woman in her forties, complimented Lisbeth on her good taste, and two other younger girls, Fiona and Katie, giggled and wondered how it would feel.

Fiona was a slim brunette with glasses, and Katie a sturdy girl with fair hair.

“May I touch it?” asked Fiona.

Lisbeth hesitated, then saw Ms Jones discussing a matter with another member of staff. “A moment, Fiona.” She caught Ms Jone’s attention and watched closely as the woman walked toward her. Karen had the slightly open waddle of a woman wearing a diaper.

“Yes, Lisbeth?”

“Fiona wants to touch this obscenely huge butt plug which has been entrusted to me. Is there a company policy on this?” The two girls giggled at the question, assuming Lisbeth was making a joke.

Ms Jones reddened. “Not as such, Lisbeth, no, but—”

Lisbeth cut the woman short. “Thank you. Try it, Fiona, it’s very heavy.”

“Ooh, it is! And so huge!”

“Imagine having that rammed inside you; imagine how slack your arsehole must be to accommodate it!” said Lisbeth, keeping an eye on Ms Jones.

“I can’t imagine using it! I wouldn’t be able to walk with this monster inside me.”

“Tempted?” Katie asked her friend.

“I guess. I like insertions, but would this be more painful than pleasurable?”

“A good question. What do you think, Ms Jones?” asked Lisbeth.

Ms Jones was beet red. “I imagine there is an element of pain and pleasure in using it.”

“But it would take a lot of anal usage to get comfortable with it.”

“Their arse would be a gaping black hole!” laughed Katie.

“Huge, probably end up wearing a diaper!” Lisbeth smiled at Ms Jones as the two girls burst into more laughter.

“Fancy waddling around with a nappy to cope with a great big hole in your arse!” Fiona began mimicking a waddle.

“Yes, fancy,” agreed Lisbeth, her eyes boring into a humiliated Ms Jones. “Oh, what time is it?”

“Nearly 3 o’clock,” stammered Ms Jones.

“Perhaps you should take care of this monster plug, Ms Jones?”

“Yes, Lisbeth. It appears to be distracting staff from their work.”

Composing herself, Ms Jones took the butt plug. “Now, back to work, everyone. Lisbeth if I could see you in my office in ten minutes. I have a query about your application.”

“Of course, Ms Jones. Will you need me to add or insert anything on my—-application?”

The red hue deepened on Ms Jones. “Possibly. I prefer to discuss it in private.”

“As you wish.”

“Excellent. I will be ready for you, Lisbeth.” Ms Jones swept away, gripping the butt plug firmly.

The other two girls drifted away, and Lisbeth gave it twenty minutes before taking the stairs to Ms Jones’s office.

“Lisbeth,” smiled Cathy, Ms Jones’s secretary. She had a thin smile, with blonde hair in a strict bun and stern glasses. “Ms Jones said to let you straight through.”

Lisbeth pushed through and closed the door behind her. Ms Jones was bent over her desk, holding open her arse cheeks and presenting herself to Lisbeth.

“You’re late!” gasped Ms Jones.

“Yes.”

“I’ve been in an agony of expectation!”

“Yes. I hoped you would be.”

“As for humiliating me like that in front of Fiona and Katie.” Ms Jones gave a strangled moan as she relived the experience.

“Yes, that was wicked of me. And fun.” Lisbeth ran her hand up Ms Jones’s inner thigh and caressed her pussy. “You are very wet.”

“Oh God, yes!”

“Do you need that monster plug inserting?”

“Yes!’

“How was the diaper experience?”

“Humiliating! Please, Lisbeth!”

“Is your arsehole desperate to be filled?”

“Yes!” Ms Jones almost screamed the words.

“I trust your secretary can’t hear us.”

“Cathy knows my secrets as I know hers. We are very close. Please, I’m begging you!”

Smiling, Lisbeth positioned the plug against Ms Jones’s slack and abused hole. “Ready, Ms Jones?”

“Yes! Yes! Oh, my FUCKING GOD!!” Ms Jones shrieked as Lisbeth rammed it home.

The intercom beeped on the desk.

Ms Jones scrabbled for the intercom button and gasped: “Yes, Cathy?”

“Just wondering if you are okay, Ms Jones?” Cathy’s voice contained a hint of amusement.

Lisbeth leaned forward. “Ms Jones is fine, Cathy. I just stuffed her huge hole with the plug. I will take pictures and share them with you if you like?”

“Thank you, Lisbeth. That would be most…acceptable.”

Ms Jones’s finger slipped off the intercom button. “You are an intoxicating minx, Lisbeth Moon!”

“I strive to satisfy Ms Jones. Now, please hold your arse open so I can get some good shots. Excellent. They look very provocative. ‘Lady Boss Abused Arse’ will be the working tags.”

Ms Jones shuddered as she fingered her wet pussy to orgasm.

****

It had been a rewarding first day at ASS. Lisbeth masturbated the elderly gentleman she had been chatting to on the tube home. He was very grateful as he squashed against her in the doorway as they sheltered from the rain.

“Thank you, young lady,” the man breathed, his hand squeezing her bottom.

Lisbeth gently wanked his fleshy cock. It felt good in her hand, warm and vibrant. “You can put your hand up my skirt,” she said softly.

He needed no second bidding. His clammy hand fondled her arse cheek through her thin panties. Lisbeth concentrated on the task at hand as he groped her, rewarded by his strained gasps and hot cum spilling into her palm.

“Thank you again,” he sighed.

“My pleasure.” Lisbeth pulled out a tissue and wiped her fingers. “If I could ask you to affirm that I serviced you for my work experience credits?”

“Delighted too, my dear.” He pressed his thumb against the biometric scan on her phone screen.

Pleased, Lisbeth put her phone away, and they both peered out into the rain. Gallantly, he opened his umbrella. “If I can walk you to your destination?”

Lisbeth looped her arm through his and kissed him on the cheek. “Thank you, kind sir.”

 

 

 

Chapter Two

Lisbeth desired morning sex.

She masturbated in her shower at 7 am, using the jet of water from the shower nozzle onto her clit. She tweaked her dark, almost black nipples to complement the pulsing sensation and hasten her orgasm.

Buttering her morning toast, Lisbeth knew it wasn’t enough. She still wanted sex.

7:51 am. Time to get moving. Lisbeth smoothed down her charcoal grey skirt and adjusted the front line of her blouse. Her breasts looked full and inviting as they strained against the fabric. Satisfied, she collected her handbag and jacket, popped on her black and orange framed glasses and walked to the lift.

Mr Bagley, an executive at an oil company, joined her. A slightly pompous man in his early forties, he used his firm’s flat during the week rather than commute. Briefcase and newspaper in hand, he nodded politely.

“Ms Moon.”

“Mr Bagley.”

“A crisp morning.”

“Yes. A hint of frost, I believe.”

“No rain, though.”

“Thankfully.”

They stepped into the lift.

“Ground floor, Ms Moon?”

“Thank you. Unless—?”

Mr Bagley raised an eyebrow.

“Unless you have time to poke me, in which case can I suggest basement-level parking behind the bins?”

“Poke you, Ms Moon?”

Lisbeth gave him a wide smile and pressed basement parking. “Yes, Mr Bagley. Poke. Fuck. Bang my brains out. I am very horny this morning. And fertile. I am at the peak of my cycle.”

“Well, if I can be of assistance. One likes to be neighbourly.”

Reaching out, Lisbeth pulled at the zip on his pinstripe trousers, tugging it over the growing bulge. “I am pleased to hear that, Mr Bagley.”

His cock sprung out full of vim and vigour. It had good girth and length and rested nicely in her palm. The doors hissed open, and they exited in cock step.

“Behind the bins, you say?” He licked his lips, a gleam behind his horn-rimmed spectacles.

“Yes, it just popped into my head.” Lisbeth’s sex sense had detected his sexual interest. Specifically, his interest in sordid, dirty sex with the risk of exposure.

“Well, let’s see what else we can pop inside you.” He quickly guided Lisbeth to the communal bins, a faint rotting smell adding to the ambience.

“How—?” He queried, fondling himself.

Lisbeth turned and bent over, presenting herself to him. She braced herself against the metal bins. “Lift my skirt, Mr Bagley.” She shivered as his hands bundled her skirt around her hips, stubby fingers hooking into her panties, pulling them down, and then fingering her wetness.

“Oh, you dirty girl!” panted Mr Bagley.

“I aim to be, Mr Bagley. Can I suggest we get on with it? Neither of us wants to be late for work.”

Hands gripped her hips, Lisbeth bent further forward, allowing him better access.

“You have an exquisite pussy, Ms Moon!”

“Thank you—” Lisbeth gave a sudden and heartfelt moan as he burrowed inside her. “You are a bad man, Mr Bagley! Not only do you pollute the planet, but you pollute young women with your seed!”

“Yes! Yes!” he panted. “I enjoy spilling my pollutant! Pouring it into innocent, fertile earth, where my twisted offspring will rise!”

Lisbeth grasped hold of the bins, her cheek pressing against the metal as he slammed into her, ravishing her tight young hole with a snarling joy.

“I am your virgin earth, Mr Bagley. Ruin me, rape me, despoil my innocence!”

“Yes! YES! I am going to ruin you, rot you, turn you into a decaying hag! FUCK!!” With one last desperate thrust, he pumped his emission into her eager pussy.

Lisbeth, too, came at the feel of his foul seed filling her most sacred place, the font of her young womanhood. She had tapped into his fantasies and shared his pleasure, enhancing her own. She felt his cock slide out of her, a cool nip of air on her suddenly exposed cunt. Warm juices dripped down the back of her legs.

“Oh, my, Ms Moon. I do apologise. I got carried away,” stammered Mr Bagley, hunting for some tissues.

Lisbeth picked up her handbag and fished out some wipes. “If you could do the honours, Mr Bagley. And please, there is no need to apologise. I enjoyed sharing your fantasy, especially in this setting, behind the bins and fucking in such a crude fashion.”

“Thank you, Ms Moon,” he gave a small chuckle. “With your permission?”

“Please, Mr Bagley,” Lisbeth closed her eyes and enjoyed him cleaning her exposed lady parts.

****

This was Lisbeth’s third week and her last morning in packaging. Management was so impressed with her ability to divine the needs of their subscribers that she stayed a few days longer than originally intended.

Reginald Canning was especially sorry to lose Lisbeth and said as much as she examined his see-through, lacy black panties before laying a few well-aimed strokes across his ample posterior.

Lisbeth put down the metal ruler, perched herself on his desk and crossed her smooth legs, her black high heels inches from his sweaty red face.

“Do you have an erection, Mr Canning?”

“Yes, Lisbeth. I do apologise.”

“I only ask because it is difficult to tell.”

Reg gave a small groan, his nub twitching in response. “Apologies, Lisbeth!” He kissed her heel and then licked the sole of her shoe.

“You have a very small dick. Mrs Canning must be very frustrated.”

“I—I—I’m not sure. I give her everything she wants.”

“Except a good hard fucking. But then, she is probably getting porked silly as we speak. Just not by you and your tiny mushroom.”

“Do you think so, Lisbeth?” Reg almost orgasmed at the idea.

“Yes, Mr Canning, I do. What have you brought me today?”

“A cinnamon Danish and a latte.”

Lisbeth took a bite before picking up her coffee. “Stand up, Mr Canning.”

Reg scrambled to his feet, his white belly hanging over the silk panties and his cock pressing against the mesh. Lisbeth took another bite of her Danish, then hooked her fingers into the panties, pulling them open.

His small todger peered up at her. Under her instructions, he had taken to shaving his parts. Swallowing the pastry, Lisbeth spat into his panties and then massaged his cock through the mesh.

“That is a nasty little thing, isn’t it, Mr Canning?”

“Yes, Lisbeth, I do apologise for its miserable foulness.”

“This is my last morning in the dept. What is your one wish before I go?” Lisbeth watched Reg lick his fat lips. She knew what he wanted, yet denial would be far more enjoyable.

“To see you,” he whispered.

“To see what, Mr Canning?”

“Your sacred pussy, Lisbeth, I would happily worship it all day!”

“You will be first in line for my pussy toy then, Mr Canning.” Lisbeth smiled, running her nail over his mouth. Such an odious mouth, the mouth of a toad! Oddly, Lisbeth found it erotic.

“Only with your permission, Lisbeth!”

“We shall see, Mr Canning.” She wondered what he would think if she told him her ‘sacred pussy’ had been rattled behind the communal bins this morning. Cum on the spot, probably. “I have to see Ms Jones at 10:00. In the meantime, let me see you spill your seed into your panties. Be quick about it!”

“Yes, Lisbeth!” Reg gripped his cock through his panties and began tugging.

****

“We have been told to give you some fieldwork, Lisbeth. Orders from high. It seems you have attracted attention.” Karen Jones eyed Lisbeth keenly. She was aware that if this young woman was being fast-tracked to the top, then she could be a key relationship for her own career.

“That sounds wonderful, Ms Jones. What do you have in mind?”

“We do regular checks on the state brothels. Make sure conditions are up to spec, the workers are content, and the customers are satisfied. The Sexual Freedom Act states that access to good sex is a human right irrespective of age, gender, race, or disability. We ensure those provisions are being met and that the providers are working in a clean and safe environment and are being respected.”

Lisbeth nodded vigorously in approval.

“Here is your assignment. The first is to visit the brothel on King Street as a customer. This is a button video, and everything will be recorded to complement your report. Then, you will be assigned to the William Road brothel as a freelance provider. In these two instances, you will not disclose your identity so that we can assess both in natural conditions.”

“What services will I specialise in?”

“The choice will be yours, Lisbeth. Visiting the Kings Street premises as a customer will give you some idea of the services on offer and allow you to pick one that appeals.”

“It sounds very exciting! Thank you for allowing me this opportunity, Ms Jones.”

“The pleasure is mine, Lisbeth, and talking of pleasure, if you could join me and my secretary in my office for lunch before this afternoon’s assignment, I would appreciate that.”

Lisbeth covered Karen’s hand with her own. “I look forward to it, Ms Jones.”

****

Toby was sorry to see Lisbeth move on. “I’m not surprised, though; you have an uncanny knack of seeing what people want.”

“I guess so. I think I just pick up on micro clues, or maybe I’m lucky!”

They were standing by the vending machine as Toby punched in an order. “No, you’re gifted, Lisbeth.” Toby was wearing a light blush and lip gloss. His false eyelashes were dark and thick. A small halter top and short skirt completed his outfit. “That toad Canning was mean to me today, gave me quite a painful groping.”

Lisbeth smiled to herself. For all of Toby’s complaining, a part of him enjoyed being the focus of ‘unwanted attention’. She had hinted this to Canning and suggested Toby be made to feminise himself.

“I think Mr Canning has repressed gay tendencies but only with regard to more feminine-looking men. He is also a leech. You are ticking all his boxes.”

“I think he would like to tick your box,” laughed Toby.

“I’m sure he would.”

“So, has he? We’re all dying to know what goes on when he blanks the office with you in there.”

“A lady never kisses and tells,” smiled Lisbeth.

“Oh, you bitch! But I do like you!”

****

“Ah, Lisbeth, please come through.” Cathy Mane ushered Lisbeth into Ms Jones’s office and locked the door. “As you can see, we have set up the luncheon area.”

“I notice Ms Mane.” Lisbeth eyed the two high chairs with a naked Ms Jones on all fours in front of them. Between the two chairs was a table with a variety of pasta salads and yoghurts.

“Please call me Cathy. If you could take a seat. Please use Ms Jones here if you need assistance.”

Lisbeth spied the spike marks already imprinted on Karen’s back. Deliberately, Lisbeth stood on Ms Jones’s fingers as she levered herself into the chair.

“It’s a light lunch. Please help yourself.” Cathy picked up a salad tub and a plastic fork. She crossed her legs and dug her left heel into Ms Jones’s flank.

“This is excellent salad, Cathy,” said Lisbeth appreciatively. She was hungrier than she realised. Placing both heels on Ms Jones, she happily tucked in.

“You have made quite the impression, Lisbeth. Word is that the higher-ups are impressed.”

“Thank you. That is nice to hear.”

“Which is, to be frank, partly why we have invited you for lunch. A degree of shameless sucking up on our part—well on her part.” Cathy waved her fork in the direction of Ms Jones. “Normally, we lunch alone like this, but in addition to sucking up, we are also fond of you. Aren’t we?” Cathy jammed her heel into Ms Jones’s rump and got a vigorous nod in return.

“I am flattered, but I am not as confident of my future success as you appear to be.”

“Nonsense. You have a government assigned flat in Victory Square. For a young trainee, that is unheard of. Ms Jones was most intrigued when she saw this on your file.”

“It is true I have several connected patrons who are keen to help, but ultimately, I will succeed or fail on my own merits.”

“Well, from what Ms Jones has seen, we are banking on success, and we are willing to do anything to help you. And I do mean anything.” Cathy’s eyes bored into Lisbeth.

“I understand, Cathy. And as Ms Jones rises, so do you.”

“Yes. Better salary, more perks.”

“And Ms Jones at your beck and call. She is the front for your ambition.” Lisbeth could almost smell the domination laced with sadism that came from the secretary.

“It is a mutually beneficial relationship. Isn’t it?” Cathy jabbed her heel painfully into Ms Jones.

Watching Ms Jones nodding, Lisbeth asked: “Does she speak?”

“No. Well, the occasional oink, if that counts?”

“Not really,” smiled Lisbeth.

“No, I guess not. She will be getting hungry.”

Fascinated, Lisbeth watched as Cathy pulled out a large Tupperware bowl from the shelf below the table.

“Would you like to feed her?” asked Cathy.

“I would be delighted.” Lisbeth peeled off the lid. To her surprise, it contained a mix of pasta, coleslaw, chickpeas and lentils with an oil dressing. It smelt appetising.

“Expecting rotten fruit and mouldy potato peelings?”

“To be honest, yes.”

“Why, Lisbeth, I do believe you are disappointed!” laughed Cathy. “Ms Jones is my meal ticket. Got to keep her healthy.”

Lisbeth reappraised the secretary. “That makes sense. Heads up, Ms Jones!”

Ms Jones jerked her head back and opened her mouth as Lisbeth tipped some of the contents over her face. Most ended up on the floor. Ms Jones chewed happily on the bits that ended up in her mouth.

“Make sure you clean up the mess on the floor!” ordered Cathy.

Ms Jones bobbed down and began to gobble the food on the floor. Deliberately, Lisbeth spiked her heel into the side of Ms Jones’s breast.

“Disgusting little piggie,” said Lisbeth sweetly. She was being infused with Cathy’s sadism, surfing the woman’s pleasure in small acts of cruelty to enhance her own.

“Pour the rest of the container over her head.”

Lisbeth did so, the tasty gloop landing with a splat over the back of Ms Jones’s head, while Cathy bent down and began to spank her boss, eliciting delighted squeals amidst the chomping.

Flushed, Cathy returned to her lunch. “I would appreciate you picking out an anal plug for the piggie to wear this afternoon.”

“Of course.” Lisbeth had spied the array of plugs on the desk. “I think, squat and fat. Stretch that gaping hole. The purple one looks especially fearsome.”

“An excellent choice, Lisbeth.”

****

The Kings Street brothel was a Tier 2 establishment, catering for the well-to-do rather than the elite. It offered a wide and impressive range of services, from straight sex to a multitude of fetishes and kinks.

Lisbeth had flipped through the offerings online but still hadn’t quite made up her mind which to review. Straight sex with either man or woman was out. It didn’t capture her mood, which was still in flux as she approached reception.

By law, there were three on reception: male, female and trans. The trans man smiled at her. “Who would you like to interact with?”

“I am happy to discuss my requirements with you,” replied Lisbeth.

“Thank you for choosing me. My name is Harry. How can I be of assistance?”

Uncertainty still milled within Lisbeth, so she was surprised to hear herself say. “The wet nurse option, please.” As soon as it was said, Lisbeth knew she had made the right choice. Sometimes, her sex sense intuited her own requirements. Lisbeth needed reassurance and comfort.

“Of course, our specialist personnel will be delighted to nurse you. Will you be wanting breast or bottle, male, female or trans?”

“Female and breast, please.”

“Of course, we have five women currently available, milk production ranked as you can see here.” Harry tapped the screen he had swivelled to face her. “All ladies provide a variety of scenarios, nurturing, punishing, weaning. Whatever your desire, we at Xedos are committed to providing satisfaction.”

Lisbeth felt herself relaxing in the warm and inviting atmosphere. She booked a room with the shower option and followed Harry’s directions.

The room was small but tasteful and inviting. An en suite, one bed, a chaise lounge and an elegant bucket chair. Lisbeth stripped and took the shower, sloughing off the workday tensions. This was her first field assignment for ASS, so there was an element of nerves.

Drying herself, she checked that the button camera on her jacket had a wide sweep of the room. The woman she had chosen was Martha, late thirties, with a kindly face. Martha was an A + milker with large breasts and a matronly figure. Nurturing was foremost in Lisbeth’s mind. The need to relax in strong arms and against a bosomy cloud. Lisbeth could feel her tensions unwinding.

There was a soft knock, and the door pushed open. Martha was dressed in a colourful wrap. She had shoulder-length curly auburn hair and a soft, dimpled smile.

“Please come in,” said Lisbeth, not bothering to cover her nakedness.

“Thank you, and oh, aren’t you the sweetest thing!” Martha enveloped Lisbeth in a hug before releasing her. “I’m sorry, but you look so delicious, and I just had to fold you into my arms.”

“Please, keep doing that!” Lisbeth moved back into Martha’s arms, enjoying being held and the swell of Martha’s breasts pressing against her.

“You poor thing! You are all skin and bone and look so stressed. Tell Martha everything, and if you need a good cry, then cry away.”

“Thank you, Martha.” Lisbeth kissed Martha gratefully. It was a long, deep and sensuous kiss.

“Oh, my. You are simply a gorgeous kisser, Lizzy. May I call you Lizzy? Shall we get comfortable?”

“Of course.” Lisbeth lay face up on Martha’s lap and tucked her knees up on the small sofa.

“You have come at a good time. I was scheduled to be milked in an hour. Relieve some of the pressure. I have bottled milk if you want to take some away with you.” Martha pulled down her wrap to expose her pendulous breasts.

Lisbeth gazed at the small smear of milk oozing from the protruding right nipple atop the large areola and the faint veins crisscrossing the woman’s breast. Slowly, Lisbeth poked out her tongue and lapped at the milk. It was warm and sweet, with almond notes.

“That’s a good girl. Let Martha feed and nourish you,” said Martha gently. She cupped her breast and pushed her nipple into Lisbeth’s mouth. “You suckle on that, dear. I’ve got a lot of rich milk for you.”

Lisbeth clamped on the nipple. It was rough, almost rubbery, through countless feedings. She closed her eyes and began to suckle. It was a creamy trickle at first, then began to gather steam as Lisbeth pumped on Martha’s teat. Slowly, the milky goodness began to fill her mouth, the act of suckling regressing Lisbeth to a warm, safe space. Worries and stresses faded and were replaced by a feeling of well-being and contentment.

“That’s it, baby girl, you suckle on Martha’s teat and fill your belly.” Martha began stroking Lisbeth’s hair and humming an old English nursery rhyme.

Oranges and lemons,
Say the bells of St. Clement’s.

You owe me five farthings,
Say the bells of St. Martin’s.

When will you pay me?
Say the bells of Old Bailey.

The rhythm of the words and the nourishing milk started to make Lisbeth drowsy. Her hand strayed down between her legs, gently masturbating herself, increasing the waves of well-being washing through her.

“Oh, sweet baby girl, do you like that? Touching yourself? Would you like Martha to do it for you?”

Lisbeth gulped more of the milk that was flowing strongly and bubbled assent, then sighed as Martha’s strong fingers cupped and fondled her pussy.

“Time to change titties soon, dear.” Martha bent and kissed Lisbeth on the forehead.

Lisbeth didn’t want to let go of the milky teat and gave a small squeal of protest.

“Now, be a good girl; there is lots of goodness still to come, but only for well-behaved babies. Are you a well-behaved baby?” Martha slipped her finger into Lisbeth’s wet pussy.

“Good baby, good Lisbeth,” mumbled Lisbeth, her hips moving in sync with Martha’s finger.

Martha gripped her breast and pulled her nipple from Lisbeth’s mouth, milk trickling down the side of her face. “Oh, you messy girl!”

“Kiss,” pouted Lisbeth. She raised herself and pressed her lips to Martha’s. Milk mixed with saliva flowed between them, the finger in Lisbeth’s cunt making sloppy squelching sounds.

“Titty!” Lisbeth sank back into Martha’s lap.

“My baby girl wants more titty goodness?” Martha shifted and pushed her dripping left teat into Lisbeth’s mouth. “That’s it, dear, you grab hold and squeeze my udder.”

Lisbeth gripped Martha’s breast and started suckling hard, wanting that flow to coincide with the orgasm that was building.

Sensing Lisbeth was close, Martha let the young girl dictate the milk flow, which, judging by the gusting gulps, was coming through thick and fast.

Lisbeth’s teeth clamped on the teat as she came, and then she relaxed back to finish her breast meal, with Martha rocking and stroking her hair.

With her belly full and her pussy sated, Lisbeth let the teat fall from her mouth. She didn’t want to move; indeed could have slept quite happily in Martha’s arms, but time was running out. Lisbeth’s eyes fluttered open. “Thank you, Martha, that was a deeply satisfying experience.”

“It was a pleasure, dear. I do hope you come back and see me again. Would you like to be notified when I need milking? Sync your calendar to mine? And don’t forget you can also purchase my milk in a bottle.” Martha pulled Lisbeth to her and kissed her warmly.

****

Lisbeth filed her Kings Street report and made sure Martha received a glowing report for her services. To the question. ‘Would you go back and use the same service?’ Lisbeth gave a whole-hearted ‘yes’.

Tidying up her workstation. Lisbeth smiled goodbye to her colleagues and headed for the lift. Ms Jones spied her and walked over to Lisbeth.

“Heading home?”

“Yes, Ms Jones, unless you need me for anything?”

“Not this evening, but I would like to thank you for this lunchtime. It meant a lot to me that you could join us.” Ms Jones leaned in and brushed her lips against Lisbeth’s cheek.

“It was a pleasure, and if I could make an observation?”

“Of course, Lisbeth.”

“I can still smell the vinaigrette dressing in your hair. It is faintly unpleasant. You will not rise in this organisation without attention to detail. Very sloppy.”

Ms Jones chewed her lip, a spasm of delight gripping her. “I apologise for offending you, Lisbeth. I will try harder next time.”

“Please do so, Ms Jones. Good night.”

“Good night, Lisbeth.” Ms Jones resisted the urge to prostrate herself. “I will see you tomorrow. I believe you will be on the special outfit list.”

Lisbeth smiled and entered the lift. “I look forward to it,” were her parting words.

****

As luck would have it, Mr Bagley was in the lobby retrieving his mail when Lisbeth walked into Victory Square Flats.

“Ms Moon.”

“Mr Bagley.”

“Good day at work?”

“Very rewarding. Yourself?”

Mr Bagley pulled a face. “Tedious. Reports and endless meetings. Fortunately, I had our encounter this morning to reminisce on.”

“I’m glad it helped you through the day.” Lisbeth cocked her head slightly, sensing a need. Curious, she asked: “And how do you deal with the frustrations at the end of the day, Mr Bagley?”

“Well, I’d rather not say, Ms Moon,” replied Mr Bagley, his round face reddening.

“Please, I would be interested. It may prove useful for my thesis, and I do work for ASS, so sexual fetishes and kinks are treated in the utmost confidence.”

Mr Bagley hesitated, then shrugged. “I go to the basement and piss behind the bins. It’s weird, but it relaxes me as if I’m striking back at the world.”

“I see. That is interesting. I would suggest it is more primal than that, Mr Bagley. You are a man of gross tastes and instincts. I think you are marking your territory, your mating area, as a warning to other males. I think I picked up on that when I chose the basement-level bins this morning.”

“That is interesting, Ms Moon. I was delighted when you suggested it. Do you think, subconsciously, you picked up my scent when you emptied your garbage?”

“Very possible. As a female, I may have detected your mating scent and linked it to you in the close confines of the elevator. I am also at the peak of my fertility cycle, which probably helped.”

“As if you are in heat?”

“In a manner of speaking. This is extremely interesting, and I appreciate you sharing. Can I make a suggestion?”

“Of course, Ms Moon.”

“I wonder if I could accompany you the next time you urinate and mark your territory? There are several elements at play here. First to display to the female you recently mated with, and my submissive instinct to watch your display.”

“I would be delighted. Ms Moon. I was going to make my way there now, or would you prefer to freshen up and change first?”

“I think the female should be dragged to your territory and made to witness the display.”

“A capital suggestion. This way, Ms Moon.” Mr Bagley took Lisbeth by the arm and guided her rather than dragged. Lisbeth put up a token show of reluctance as they clattered down the stairs.

The dominant/submissive play excited Lisbeth as he ‘pushed’ her to the bins, the scene of their coupling this morning.

“Stand there, Ms Moon.”

“Yes, Mr Bagley,” replied Lisbeth demurely.

The unveiling of his cock had an element of theatre. Semi-flaccid, he pulled it from his pants and aimed it squarely at the bins. With a satisfied grunt, Mr Bagley began to urinate, slowly at first, then building a head of steam.

Lisbeth eyed his fleshy cock with fascination. She adored cock, the differing shapes and lengths. His piss splashed off the bins and splattered on her legs. A growing pool threatened to surround her heels.

It was a confident display from a middle-aged, portly gentleman, and that confidence sold the performance to Lisbeth. The marking of his scent on her was undoubtedly deliberate, yet there was no hint of apology, as indeed, given the dynamics, there shouldn’t be. Mr Bagley was marking his territory and his most recent mate, and rightly so.

He shook his cock vigorously, several drops hitting Lisbeth’s skirt, yet she made no reaction.

“Come here,” he ordered.

Lisbeth splashed through the urine and obediently bent to take his member in her mouth. The ultimate in submission as she cleansed his cock.

“Good,” he grunted.

Lisbeth straightened and bowed her head. “May I leave, sir?”

“Yes.” He swatted her rump as she turned.

Lisbeth enjoyed the sharp rap to her bottom and savoured the taste of urine in her mouth. Without a word, she pressed for the lift and entered with Mr Bagley following behind her.

They exited on their floor, turning in opposite directions.

“Good evening, Ms Moon.”

“Good evening, Mr Bagley.”

****

Lisbeth stirred some of Martha’s milk into her coffee and sat down in front of the screen. The blog entry with today’s date was blank as she mused where to start.

The beginning.

Lisbeth laid out the encounter with Mr Bagley—-code name Wolfie, giving him the connotations of an animal. Her sex sense had, she was now convinced, picked up his scent over the past few months and, being horny and at peak fertility, had sub-consciously linked the scent to him whilst in the elevator.

I acted like an animal in heat. Lisbeth underlined this. It gave her an atavistic thrill. To act and to be reacted to in this matter was highly erotic. To be made to watch his mating display and territorial marking added deeper layers of excitement to the experience. That he had also marked her and made her perform a humiliating act was the icing on a very delicious cake. She would masturbate at length over this later.

She sipped her coffee, enjoying the sweeter, almost nutty, taste. Her thoughts turned to Ms Jones. This was a reversal of the workplace dynamic between boss and subordinate. This, too, would prove to be interesting. Add in Mr Canning, and there was potential advancement, not to mention enjoyment, on the agenda.

Lisbeth dictated a brief synopsis of today’s events, took her coffee through to the lounge, and keyed up a music selection on her sound system. She slipped off her skirt and panties and lay on the sofa. Holding the skirt to her face and drinking in the aroma of Mr Bagley’s potent piss, she began to masturbate.

Chapter Three

The young girl awakened, her eyes wide and anxious. Slowly, she adjusted to the gloom and then gasped in fear as the menacing figure loomed over her.

“Be quiet, you fucking bitch!” The figure hissed, his voice low and laden with desire and aggression.

A gloved hand clamped over her mouth. “You keep quiet or else, okay?” She nodded, tasting the leather. Restraints pulled at her arms; bed covers fell to the floor. The man clicked on a small bedroom light and drank in the naked trembling girl.

“Nice, very fucking nice!” he grunted, undoing his pants.

“Please!” she gasped.

“Don’t mind if I do, sweetheart.” A grin creased his weathered features. A bald head atop a stocky build. His cock, hard and menacing, transfixed the girl in the bed.

He slapped her legs apart and eased his bulk between them. The girl felt as if she was being squeezed open, her legs sticking out on either side of him. Wet lips pressed against hers. Instinctively, she tried to turn away, but his hand gripped her jaw. Again, the girl tried a spluttered plea, but his tongue filled her mouth. Then she shuddered as he penetrated her, his weight bearing down and pinning her to the bed.

“You like that, bitch? You want my cock in your tight pussy?” he panted. Her answers forestalled as he pressed his mouth against hers.

Again, she tried to squirm and pull away from him, but it was pointless; he was too strong, too heavy for her slim frame, and she collapsed into passive acceptance.

As he felt her give up hope and fight, it spurred in him a surge of savage joy, a desire to fuck her into oblivion, sadism and lust spiking his climax as he claimed his victim.

The minutes ticked by as he lay on top of her. Not moving, as if savouring his triumph. Slowly, the lights brightened, and then the audible click of the restraints unfastening.

Reluctantly, he rolled off the girl, who, now that her hands were free, attended to the condom and wiped him clean.

“I trust that was an enjoyable and satisfying experience for you, Mr Watkins,” said Lisbeth.

“Very, thank you, and do please call me Ronnie. You were an excellent mix of fear and then acceptance. I was delighted that you made no move or sound. Sometimes, the girls forget this and feel like they must act as if they are enjoying it. Totally ruins the experience.” he added with a grumble.

“It is understandable. For me, the passive acceptance of my ‘fate worse than death’ was enjoyable. Any outward display of enjoyment would have ruined the narrative.”

“Exactly!” Ronnie pulled his pants back on, conscious of the time constraints and not wishing to overrun. “Thank you, Lisbeth.”

“My pleasure, Ronnie.”

“Are you working here permanently?”

Lisbeth shook her head. “Two days a week, and this is my last week. It has been a very enjoyable experience. I am thinking of working in the sexual therapy field with occasional sex work to keep myself abreast of developments.”

The lights brightened to full, indicating the session was at an end.

“Well, that is a shame. Thank you again, Lisbeth.”

****

Mr Bagley sighed with pleasure as Lisbeth held his cock while he urinated in the basement carpark. She shook it for him when he had finished and sucked him clean. It had become a ritual for them both.

“How was your day, Ms Moon?” He tucked his cock away. Conversation pre-urination was sparse and largely consisted of grunting.

“Very enjoyable. I am back in the office tomorrow. My extended fieldwork is over, unfortunately.”

Mr Bagley summoned the lift. “That is a shame. You make an excellent State sanctioned whore.”

Smiling, Lisbeth delved a deeper intent from his comment. “Are not all women whores to you, Mr Bagley?”

“Yes.” They stepped into the lift. “I will be around your apartment later to stick my cock in your hole. See to it that you are ready. I will give you five minutes notice.”

The doors opened to their floor, and they stepped out. “See to it that you bring your money card, Mr Bagley. My hole is not cheap.”

Mr Bagley grunted, but a hint of a smile tugged at his fleshy mouth. “As I said, nothing but whores.”

Lisbeth laughed as she made her way to her apartment.

****

“Your new office, Lisbeth!” announced Miss Jones with a flourish that the small space barely warranted.

“It’s wonderful, Ms Jones, thank you!” beamed a delighted Lisbeth. She had been told she would be on the second floor, but an office? It was an unexpected bonus.

“The fifth floor is delighted with you, Lisbeth. I think we all feel that you are destined for great things at ASS.” Ms Jones simpered as she lay on the praise.

“Well, that is heartening.” Lisbeth placed her bag on the desk. “And talking of ass, how are you doing on the anal insertion and stretching routine that Cathy and I devised for you?” Cathy was Miss Jones’s secretary. “I hope you kept up with the plan.”

“Of course. It has been an honour to have you take a personal interest in my need for extreme insertions. May I?” Miss Jones indicated the glass walls of the office.

Lisbeth nodded as Miss Jones blanked out the view. “Technically, the obscure function is only available for senior management, but we had some in stock, so I pulled a few strings.” Ms Jones hitched up her skirt and adjusted her stocking tops.

Turning, Ms Jones pulled down her panties and bent over, parting her arse cheeks to reveal the monster butt plug. “It is not especially long, but it is wide. I am also getting a regular fisting from one of my male friends. He adores pummelling my gaping arse.”

“How does it feel? Not the physical sensations, but emotionally?”

“The humiliation is exquisite. Exposing myself like this knots my tummy. I am conditioned to think of myself as little more than a hole for others to abuse. That it is my arse makes it more sordid and wicked.”

“And does it satisfy you? Emotionally and sexually?”

“Yes, but I fear it is becoming an addiction. I want more people to know how debased I have become. I want strangers to pass comment on my hole, have them push things inside me, even fuck or fist me anally.”

“The more you debase yourself, the bigger the hit and the more you seek to debase yourself.” Lisbeth nodded in understanding. Her sex sense allowed Lisbeth to empathise with the woman.

“Yes, exactly that!” gasped Miss Jones. She unconsciously stretched her arse cheeks further apart.

“You wish to become nothing more than an anal fuck hole? Your life narrowed down to that one function?” Lisbeth cupped the woman’s pussy, feeling the heat and wetness.

“Yes-s!”

“There are venues that allow for such experiences.” Lisbeth slipped her finger into Miss Jones’s cunt. “Unlicensed venues.”

The older woman moaned and moved herself on Lisbeth’s hand. “You—you know of such places?”

“Yes, my aunt is addicted to them. She tried to sell me to one of them when I turned eighteen. Poor woman was in thrall to the proprietor. Still is. Fortunately, I became very friendly with him, and that has given me knowledge of black-market sex dens.”

“I couldn’t, Lisbeth. My position!” stuttered Ms Jones.

“Your sopping cunt says otherwise,” smiled Lisbeth as Ms Jones ground herself on Lisbeth’s hand.

“Forgive me, Lisbeth, what must you think of me!”

“The truth, Ms Jones? I think you are an anal addict. Your every waking moment is fixated on having your arsehole abused and fucked. You should be branded, thereby alerting decent people to the corruption seeped into your bones and your soul—” Lisbeth stopped as Ms Jones climaxed with a sobbing orgasm.

Lisbeth gently disengaged as Ms Jones sank to her knees, her body trembling. “As I said, an anal slut. Frankly, putting you into a black-market sex den would be doing you a kindness.”

The only reply was a burbling whimper. Lisbeth stepped over the prostrate woman, her heels inches from the woman’s face. “When you feel able, you can show yourself out, Ms Jones, and please make yourself decent before you do.”

Ms Jones groaned assent and pressed her lips to Lisbeth’s heels.

“Use your tongue, Ms Jones.”

“Yeth, Lithbet.” Ms Jones’s tongue pressed against Lisbeth’s red leather pumps.

“Quite disgusting but behaviour befitting an anal whore.” Lisbeth opened the door and exited.

****

“Toby is in with Mr Canning. Again,” added Julie with a smirk. She was one of the longest serving employees in the Packing Dept. Mid-forties with a pleasing round face and plump figure. “Can I be of service, Ms Moon?”

“No. Thank you, Julie.” Lisbeth was surprised to be addressed so formally but made no comment. All offices were quick to pick up on those who were on the rise and to suck up accordingly. And on occasions, literally.

The windows to Mr Canning’s office were blanked, piquing Lisbeth’s curiosity. Entering was out of the question. Strict etiquette demanded privacy be respected.

Lisbeth decided to wait five minutes and then leave a message for Toby. Six minutes later, the glass walls cleared just as Lisbeth was about to give up.

Toby was smoothing down his skirt in front of a red-faced Mr Canning and then headed for the door, stopping as he saw Lisbeth. She smiled, and Mr Canning waved her in eagerly.

“Toby.” Lisbeth kissed him gently on the cheek. He had been crying, and she automatically sought out his hand. “Poor baby,” she whispered.

“Lisbeth, my dear!” Mr Canning rose and ushered her in. “Please have a seat.” Like the fawning toad he was, Canning placed his sweaty palm on her arm and directed her to the chair.

“I would like Toby to stay, Mr Canning,” said Lisbeth with a hint of sharpness.

“What? Yes, of course. Stay, Toby.” Canning sat back down behind his desk. “What can I do for you, Lisbeth?”

“It is about Toby. I intend to recommend him for the job of my assistant, but out of courtesy, I wanted to let you know personally and, of course, only if Toby is agreeable.”

A crestfallen Canning stammered a protest. “I do really need Toby on hand, Lisbeth. Isn’t that right, Toby?”

To Lisbeth’s surprise, Toby didn’t seem keen to leave either. Her intuition began to tingle. Toby, despite his tears, was secretly enjoying Mr Canning’s attentions. “Perhaps we can come to an arrangement, Mr Canning? Share Toby? Half day with me and then he is all yours to do with as you please?”

Both Toby and Reg perked up at the idea. The latter did not want to cross Lisbeth and was pleased a solution had been proffered.

“I think that would work.”

“If I could have some idea of the tasks you wish Toby to undertake for you, that would be helpful.” Lisbeth enjoyed watching Reg squirm.

“Oh, nothing special, Lisbeth.”

“Nothing special? Maybe you can find someone else to do the work then?”

“Well, Toby has special talents that I find invaluable.”

“May I talk to you in private, Mr Canning?” continued Lisbeth.

“Yes, yes, of course. Wait outside, Toby.”

Lisbeth waited until Toby was outside. “These special talents. They wouldn’t be his willingness to have you grope and molest him, would they?”

“I assure you, Lisbeth. I would not abuse my position of authority in such a way!”

“Really? That is a shame. If I thought his role was sexual, I would be more than happy to share him.”

Reg damped his lips, then cleared his throat. “Well, I didn’t want to embarrass Toby, but the little slut was flashing his wares at me and naturally—”

“You couldn’t resist.”

“No, the shameless tart was practically begging to be felt up and abused! Frankly, it would have been rude to ignore him!”

“I understand. Are you fucking him?”

Reg mopped his brow. “Yes,” came the hoarse reply.

“Ramming your tiny dick into his sweet ass?”

Reg nodded.

“Blank the walls, Mr Canning.”

Mutely, Reg did as instructed. His frog eyes bulging as Lisbeth stood and hitched up her skirt. Her hand disappeared down her tiny panties. Reg watched, mesmerised by the prospect of seeing Lisbeth’s pussy.

“Carry on, Mr Canning. Tell me exactly what you do to Toby.” Lisbeth sat back in the chair and closed her eyes.

“I have him enter and stand by me. I tell him I will be blanking the walls. He begs me not to and that he doesn’t want to do these things, but he is always wearing tiny skirts and wispy panties, and he smells so fresh and gorgeous, and his cock!” Mr Canning gulped, his hand straying to his groin, his eyes fixed on Lisbeth’s hand moving in her panties.

“His cock, Mr Canning?” prompted Lisbeth.

“What? Oh, yes, of course. Well, it just pops out of the side of his panties and quivers in front of me, all erect and strong…”

“You suck him, Mr Canning?”

“Yes! He tastes so fresh and young—please Ms Moon, may I see your pussy!” panted Mr Canning.

“No, Mr Canning, you may not!” Lisbeth removed her hand and pulled her skirt down. She popped her finger into her mouth and gave Canning an arch look. “But you can taste it.” Lisbeth bent forward and brushed her lips against his.

“Ms Moon!” Reg licked his lips in a vain attempt to taste Lisbeth’s pussy.

“What is it, Mr Canning?”

“Please, please kiss me again; let me truly taste your cunt honey!”

“Kiss you, Mr Canning? Why would I kiss a repulsive creature such as yourself? You, with your tiny dick and foul depravity, are repellent to me.” Lisbeth stood over him and deliberately spat in his face. “Until next time, Mr Canning.” Her voice soft and seductive.

Reg came in his pants.

****

“You are a bad boy, Toby,” smiled Lisbeth as they made their way to her office.

“I know. I can’t help myself!”

“As for enjoying your trysts with Reginald Canning! I am positively shocked!”

Toby grinned. “Is that why you left him in a crumpled heap behind his desk?”

“A girl has to find fun where she can.” Lisbeth ushered Toby to a chair and sat behind her desk with pride. “Reg seemed to be rather taken with your cock.”

“The man positively slobbers over it. It’s very off-putting.”

“Hmmm, I am beginning to suspect your protests over Reg are not entirely genuine.”

“Ah, you got me. He’s not a bad old stick, to be honest. Although he is now obsessed with catching his wife fucking the handyman while he is at work. He’s having cameras installed.”

“Reg has a handyman?”

“It was a euphemism.”

Lisbeth pondered this for a moment. “I planted that idea as I thought would appeal. Seems I was right.”

“I should say so. If he catches her on camera copping a pork stuffing, he will probably keel over with excitement!”

“Interesting.” Lisbeth tapped into her desk computer and accessed the sex database. As part of her promotion, she had high level access.

Toby watched for a few moments. “So, what do you want me for, Lisbeth? Or do I call you Ms Moon?”

“Whatever gives you greater pleasure, Toby. As to why you are here, it is to assist me in my day-to-day work. Sexual outreach, monitoring what is in and what is out in the fetish world and also,” Lisbeth turned the screen round for Toby to see, “ensuring ASS employees are enjoying a healthy life-work balance and helping them achieve their optimum sex life.”

“Mrs Prudence Canning.” Toby reviewed the bio on Mrs Canning. The picture showed a slim brunette with a pinched face and rather severe glasses. “Big boobs for her size. She enjoys hiking, collecting ceramics and jam and ice-cream making. What does it say on her sex file?”

Lisbeth turned back the screen. Toby did not have clearance for the sex data. In truth, there wasn’t much listed. Completing the file was mandatory for employees and their partners, but Prudence had opted for saying as little as possible and making everything as vanilla as her ice cream.

“Well, put it this way, Toby. I don’t think Reg is going to catch that much on camera aside from how to make apricot jam and various delicious chutneys.”

“Poor old Reg. Still, you never know. She may surprise him and us.”

“Perhaps, but then why leave such things to chance?” smiled Lisbeth.

****

Prudence Canning stared suspiciously at the attractive young woman on her porch. No, correction. It was a young man or at least a trans woman or a femboy.

“Mrs Canning? I am Toby, and I work with your husband.” Toby held out his hand, which Prudence took in her bony grip. “And this young woman is my boss, Lisbeth Moon.” Toby indicated a stern-looking Lisbeth coming up the garden path.

“Oh.” Prudence was taken aback but intrigued by Toby. Her husband had hinted there was a flighty young filly acting in a shameless manner by the name of Toby. She had rightly presumed this was Reg speak for abusing the ‘shameless filly.’ As was his right under the Marriage Act. A right she secretly encouraged.

“Mrs Canning, I am Lisbeth Moon, and I am here to talk about yourself and Reg, as per his Employment Contract with ASS. Section 7 (b) (iii). My credentials.” Lisbeth flashed her ASS accreditation.

Prudence gave a small squeak of alarm.

“May we come in?” continued Lisbeth.

Prudence nodded and stepped aside to allow them through.

“May I offer you tea, coffee, biscuits?” asked Prudence anxiously.

“Tea would be wonderful. Too kind,”

Lisbeth and Toby settled down and waited until Prudence returned with a tea tray.

“Dash of milk and no sugar for us both,” smiled Lisbeth.

A trembling Prudence did the honours and then took a seat.

“First, can I assure you that we are here out of respect for you and your husband. Toby, for one, is very fond of Mr Canning,” said Lisbeth.

“Thank you! That is a relief. Reg has mentioned Toby.” She cast a lingering look at the young man.

“Good. We are here because Reg—are you okay if I call him Reg?”

Prudence nodded.

“Because Reg is seeking something from his marriage that you may be unaware of, and I don’t wish this to become a barrier between you. As you are aware, when it comes to sexual matters, I do have the authority to intervene.”

“Yes, yes, of course, Ms Moon.”

“But it does work both ways, and you may also have needs that are going unfulfilled. Needs that no amount of jam-making will satisfy.”

Prudence blushed.

“Shall we talk about Reg first?”

“Yes, please.” Prudence felt on safer ground talking about Reg.

“Toby informs me that Reg wants to install cameras in the house.”

“He does? Why?”

“Toby, if you could explain.”

“Oh, well-er-Reg, I mean Mr Canning, hopes to catch you in the act, so to speak.”

“The act?” Prudence was confused. “Making jam?”

“No. Hay.”

Prudence looked blank.

“What Toby is trying to say,” continued Lisbeth, “is Reg has become obsessed with you getting it on with a handyman or plumber while he is at work.”

“Oh. But I wouldn’t do that to Reg. I love him, and he is a good and kind husband.”

“And it pleases us at ASS to hear that. But that may be the part of the issue. A wife can be too good.”

“I don’t understand.” Prudence leaned forward. Lisbeth had captured her interest.

“Reg has his quirks.”

“You mean, Toby.” Prudence smiled for the first time. “I know he has a thing for him, sorry, is it her—?”

“I identify as male,” replied Toby.

“Apparently, you are a shameless filly!”

“Guilty!”

“Which I know is Reg’s way of saying he is groping and fondling you, and that is fine; I want him to be happy!”

“As do we,” replied Lisbeth. “But we also want you to be happy, and so does Reg.”

“And me getting caught on camera getting done by a lusty lad will make him happy,” laughed Prudence. “He is such a silly old stick!”

Lisbeth’s sex sense was beginning to see a path. “But that isn’t for you, is it?”

Prudence sipped her tea. “No. Lusty strapping lads have never been of interest to me.”

Which is why you married Reg. Another thought occurred to Lisbeth. “You buy Reg’s knickers?”

“Why, yes. How did you know? Oh!” Prudence giggled and gave a shy glance at Toby. “He loves wearing them, but it’s far as he will go. I think he looks so sexy in his frilly panties, his adorable little cockle all squished—” Prudence stopped. “I’m sorry.”

“That’s okay.” Toby caught Lisbeth’s eye. He frowned and then nodded in understanding. “I think he is sexy too.” Toby crossed over and sat next to Prudence. He took her hand. “You have good taste in panties!”

“Thank you. That is nice of you to say. I suspect you look very nice in panties, too,” added Prudence, her cheeks reddening.

“I like to think so!” Toby lifted his short skirt to reveal a tiny thong. “What do you think?”

“I think you should model them for us!” laughed Lisbeth.

Toby jumped up and twirled in front of Prudence.

“Oh, you naughty boy!” giggled Prudence. “Reg is right! You are a shameless and slutty young filly!”

Toby wriggled his bum in front of Prudence while giving Lisbeth a wink. “Do you think I should be spanked?”

“Definitely!” Prudence reached out and gave him a light slap, then dissolved into more giggles as Toby turned, his cock stretching his thong. “Oh, my!” she gasped.

“Sorry, Ms Canning, but I do enjoy flaunting myself!”

“I can see! Please call me Prudence.” She patted the sofa next to her. “Where do you shop for your clothes?”

“There is a lovely little femboy boutique down Chapel Street. You should come with me! We can shop, have a drink, there is a divine Trans bar—”

“I would love to!” Prudence blurted out.

Toby hooked his arm through hers. “That’s a date then! And maybe you can give me some make-up tips?”

Prudence all but swooned with excitement. “Ooh, yes! Can I get you more tea?”

Lisbeth shook her head. “I must be going, but Toby can stay. He has the afternoon off.”

“I do? Oh, yes, that’s right, I do. I would love another cup.”

Prudence rested her hand on his knee. “You wait there. We have lots to talk about, including what Reg and you get up to!”

Toby waited until Prudence had disappeared. “You are a witch, Lisbeth Moon! How do you do it?”

“I have no idea. But it wasn’t hard. Prudence likes feminine men. She wants to go shopping with them, share makeup tips and then—”

“Get fucked by them?”

“I guess. Reg and Prudence have the same tastes. All they need is to be honest and have a young femboy to share that they are both fond of.” Yet it had been her suggestion to Reg to have Toby feminise himself. A series of tiny suggestions culminated to the point where both husband and wife can begin to communicate with each other. Lisbeth laughed.

“Why are you laughing?” smiled Toby.

“Maybe you are right. Maybe I am a witch”!

© Jake Mantlin