THE LAYOFF  -  by Cindy V  -  femdom, TV, humiliation


     This is the era in business of mergers and acquisitions.  I left my last
employer when it was acquired by a larger company, thinking I had better leave
on my terms rather than wait until the layoffs began.  I swallowed my pride,
took a lesser job and a pay cut, and joined a bigger company.  This new
company will be a survivor.  I paid my dues, advanced in my new company, and
the next time there was a merger I was in a responsible position with the
company doing the acquiring.

     Our president spoke nobly about building a new organization with the best
aspects of both companies, but if you have ever been through one of these, you
know what happens. The company doing the acquiring wants the business of the
new company, offers jobs to the best salesmen and a few other key employees of
the acquired company, and lays off everyone else to save expenses.  Nobody
needs two payroll departments, two personnel departments, and so on.

     Unfortunately, I was put in charge of the transition team to merge the
two companies. That means I reviewed the performance records of the people in
the other company and recommended which people to keep and which ones to lay
off.  I was in a locked conference room at the acquired company poring over
files, entering sales performance data on my laptop.  By 6 pm, well past the
end of the workday, it was clear to me which people I wanted to keep, and I
fired off an email note to my president over my laptop's modem.  I packed up
and opened the conference room door to go home.

     I was surprised to find that at that hour I was not alone.  There were
three women, and as part of my assignment I knew them all.  Judy is about 55,
dark hair, quite a nice looking woman for her age, and one of the salespeople.
Susan is one of the computer staff, about 35, cute, very short blonde hair,
and a pixy kind of personality.  And then there was Debbie.  I had not seen
Debbie in - has it been eight years?  She used to be my secretary, but then
each of us switched companies.  Debbie, at 32,  looks as gorgeous as ever.
Long straight blonde hair, not as long as it had been eight years ago, but
still past her shoulders.  Beautiful green eyes.  Not a perfect face and
figure - but very close!  Debbie is not the most beautiful woman in the world,
but even eight years later she is still the most beautiful woman I have ever
known.

     "Debbie!  How have you been?" I asked.  As always, it is a pleasure to
gaze on Debbie's fantastic face.  "Hi Susan, Judy."

     "Oh, not bad George," Debbie replied.  "I heard you were here today."

     I had not expected to see anyone at this hour.  I certainly had not
expected to see Debbie.  But as lovely as Debbie is, I was embarrassed at what
I had been working on, and I wanted to get out of there quickly.

     "Oh, George," she purred at me, blocking my exit.  "You're not leaving
already, are you?  So - what have you been working on?"

     "Nothing much,"  I lied.  "Just looking at the sales figures."

     "Is that all you've been doing all day?"  Debbie put both arms around me.
Her face was uncomfortably close to mine.  I could smell her perfume.  I could
feel her breasts press against me.  I was getting very nervous.  Judy and
Susan came over to either side of me.  Debbie had me trapped in her arms, and
Judy and Susan started playing with my ears.

     "Well, I, uh?"  I couldn't lie quickly enough.  I was certainly too
distracted to think.

     Debbie started nibbling on my lips.  It was just as well - I had nothing
to say.  Someone was rubbing my crotch.  I was getting very confused.

     Susan whispered to me.  "George, do you know that our two companies are
on the same computer system now?  And did you know that I can read anyone's
email, including the one you just sent?"

     Now I was very confused.  "How could you read an email I sent to someone
else?"

     Susan was toying with my right ear with her fingertips.  She whispered to
me, "Oh, George, you're so naive!  You just used your modem to dial into the
company mainframe.  Then you sent an email.  The email system administrator
can see every incoming message. And now that the companies are merged and the
computer systems are connected, I have the same system capabilities on your
company's mainframe as I do on my company's mainframe.  I've been sitting here
for hours, waiting to see if you were going to send an email.  And sure
enough, you did!  Guess what?  I read it - in fact the three of us read it."

      Debbie, who was gently kissing me all over my face, looked deeply in my
eyes.  "Are you really going to lay all these people off?  Including us?
Isn't there any way we can convince you to let us keep our jobs?"  She licked
her lips suggestively at me.

     "Debbie.  Susan.  Judy.  I'm so sorry.  But, no, there isn't."

     "Let me make sure I understand this," Debbie said.  "No matter what I, or
we, were to do to you, nothing would change your mind?"  And with that she put
her arms around me and gave me one of the deepest, most thorough kisses I have
ever had.  Wow!  I guess I shouldn't have been surprised that someone as hot
as Debbie is also one of the all-time great kissers.

     By the time she let me up for air, I was light-headed!  But it was clear
that Debbie had asked me a question, and was waiting for an answer.  Sadly, I
shook my head "No."

     Debbie sighed.  "Well, if nothing will change your mind, then I guess it
doesn't really matter what we do to you."  Debbie gave me her prettiest smile,
put her hands on my shoulders, and without warning drove her knee into my
groin.  

     I had never felt so much pain concentrated in one place at one time.  I
tried to cover my groin with my hands, but someone grabbed my wrists.  With my
groin unprotected, Debbie gave me another shot to my balls.  I struggled to
clear my head, but I couldn't do it.  

     The three women had no trouble moving me into one of the offices.  I was
happy that the pain started to slowly subside, and I couldn't worry about what
the women were doing to me.  What they were doing to me is leaning me over a
desk, bent at the waist with my feet on the ground.  They removed my shirt and
tie, stretched my arms in front of me, and used a stocking to tie my wrists to
the legs of the front of the desk.  I quickly realized I was in a very
helpless and vulnerable position.

     Judy leaned down in front of me.  She put my face in her hands, and she
kissed me. I had known Judy for years and had never thought about her in an
erotic sense.  But she was a wonderful kisser and I felt her kiss through my
whole body.  I wiggled my hips.

     Debbie was standing behind me where I couldn't see her.  She could not
have missed me swaying my hips to Judy's kiss.  She leaned over me, and began
kissing my neck. I could feel her body press against mine.  I felt her breasts
rub against my bare back.  Debbie rubbed her body against my ass.  "Kiss him
some more, Judy," Debbie said.  "I want to make sure I didn't hurt him too
badly."

     Judy continued to kiss me, and I could do nothing but enjoy it.  Suddenly
I felt a third pair of hands unbuckling my belt.  Judy held me tightly and I
couldn't move either forward or backward.  Susan and Debbie removed my shoes
and socks, slid off my pants, and then slid off my underpants. They
unceremoniously threw my clothes on a chair.  I was naked.  Then someone
spread my feet further apart, and tied each of my ankles to the legs of the
desk.

     "Anyone have a hairbrush?" Debbie asked.  The three women giggled as they
emptied their handbags onto a table behind me, as apparently they had all
sorts of devices they were going to use on me.  Someone produced a hairbrush,
and Debbie ran the bristle side of it down my naked ass.  It had an odd,
irritating, prickly feel to it.

     "Debbie, what are you doing?" asked Susan.  "Oooh, disgusting.  Do you
really want his ass hair coming off in your hairbrush?"

     "No, not really," replied Debbie.  "But why do you propose instead?"

     "I think we have just the thing," said Judy.  I could hear Susan and Judy
fumbling through the things on the table.  "Here it is!"

     All three women laughed hysterically.  I strained to turn my head to see
what was so funny, but I was bound tightly and couldn't see behind me.  I
could hear a can being shaken.  Then the contents were sprayed on my ass.  It
felt cold like whipped cream, and for the briefest moment I imagined that
these three beautiful women were going to lick whipped cream off my ass.  My
cock hardened with this delicious thought.  This did not escape their notice.

     "Oh look," remarked Susan.  "He's getting hard thinking about getting his
ass shaved!"

     "Oh no," I replied.  "Now you're going too far.  Don't you dare think for
a minute that you're going to ..."  Before I could finish, Debbie appeared in
front of me.  She took two of her fingers and pinched my nose shut.  I opened
my mouth to breathe.  She quickly stuffed something in my mouth, released her
fingers from my nose, and taped my mouth shut with a piece of adhesive tape.
"George, I don't want to hear your complaining," she said to me.  "And in case
you're wondering, yes, those are my panties you have in your mouth."  I rolled
them around in mouth, and yes, I recognized the taste of a woman's juices.  So
I was finally tasting the delicious Debbie.

     With no further verbal interference, Debbie, Judy and Susan stood behind
me, and I could feel two razors going down each cheek of my ass.  I had never
thought about it before, but as I felt each shaving stroke start at the top
and go in a single smooth motion down the length of my ass, an ass is a pretty
big area.  I wondered how ridiculous I was going to look at my health club
when I changed, with my rather hairy back and legs, and what now would be a
hairless ass.

     "Judy, would you spread his ass cheeks so we can shave his crack?" asked
Debbie.  "Boy, Debbie didn't miss a trick, did she?" I thought to myself as my
mouth was getting dry and I sucked the panties for some moisture.  Sure
enough, I felt my cheeks being spread, and two razors carefully were shaving
the outside of where the sun doesn't shine.

     They dried me off with paper towels, and then I could feel all six
feminine hands caressing my ass as they giggled and commented how smooth it
was.  I ignored the comments and closed my eyes.  Their hands felt wonderful,
and I began to grow hard.

     Suddenly there was a tremendous "Whap."  Someone was spanking with me the
business end of a hairbrush, hard. "Oww," I screamed through the adhesive
tape.  "Count them off, George," Judy commanded.  "Say one."

     "One," I said, quite muffled through the panties and the adhesive tape.  

     Since I was counting, it was clear how many spanks there were.  Thirty.
I guessed each woman took a turn and delivered ten each.  A sighed a sigh of
relief when they stopped, since they were really hitting me hard.  Judy had
delivered the last ten, and they were particularly brutal.  She had taken off
her shoes, and with a whiplike motion she wallopped me with the sole of her
shoe.

    When they were done they all ran their hands over my ass again, giggling
some more and commenting how hot my ass was.  No wonder.

     "That was sure fun," exclaimed Susan.  "What next?"

     "Well, there is something else I would like to do," said Judy.  "But I
will need him on his back.  Can we trust him if we untie him?" she asked.

     "Easy," replied Susan.  "We just hide his clothes.  Where is he going to
go without his clothes?  Right, cutie?"  she said, directed at me.  And with
that she gave my ass a barehanded swat.  I groaned through the adhesive tape.
My ass was still very tender.

     The three women each grabbed some of my clothes from the chair where they
had thrown them, and left me alone in the room. They were obviously going to
hide my clothes in the office. Since all three of them took some, they were
probably going to hide them in three different places.  I groaned, as I
realized that once they hid my clothes, I was really stuck.  I struggled with
my various arm, leg and mouth bonds, but to no avail - not that I would go
anywhere in my naked state.

     I don't know how long they were gone, but they returned without my
clothes.  Instead they had  - of all things - the company annual report.  What
were they going to do - instill the company spirit in me by smacking my ass
with it?

     Meanwhile they had all stripped down to their bras and panties.  Except
for Debbie, who was not wearing panties because they were in my mouth.  I
gasped at how lovely they all were.  Even Judy, at her age, still had quite
the figure.

     "We're going to untie you, George, and then retie you," explained Judy as
she looked seriously into my eyes.  "If you try anything, anything at all,
we're going to turn out the lights, leave you here naked as you try to find
your clothes, which won't be easy, believe me, and then call the police that
there is a naked man running around the office.  Is that want you want?"  I
shook my head no.

     The women untied both my arms and legs.  They also removed the adhesive
tape from my mouth with a sudden and painful jerk, and they removed the soggy
panties from my mouth.  They had me stand up, they turned me around, and they
sat me on the desk.  Then they pushed me down so that I was laying on the desk
on my back, hands at my sides, with my legs dangling down off the desk.  

     Judy said to Debbie, "Would you kneel on his chest and distract him while
we do our thing a little lower down?"

     Debbie climbed on the desk, spread her legs wide, and kneeled on my chest
as Judy said.  She pinned my arms under her knees.  I could see her small tuft
of pussy hair was truly blonde - which answered a question I had always had
about her.  Meanwhile the other two women were doing something in my groin
area.  They were stroking me to erection, but they were doing something else
too and I couldn't tell what.  Debbie was certainly blocking my view.

     Debbie shook her long mane of hair in my face, completely disorienting
me, as she ground her groin into my chest.   She wiggled around, seeking the
appropriate amount of friction, still keeping my arms immobilized.  She took
one breast out of her bra cup and pushed it very close to my lips, just
pulling it away before I could reach the nipple with my lips.  "You'd love it,
wouldn't you," she taunted me.  "But you'll never get it."

     She shifted positions so that she was sitting on my stomach.  She put the
sole of her foot to my mouth and commanded me to kiss it and lick it.
Meanwhile she was squirming around on my stomach faster and faster and she was
into a definite rhythm.

     I still couldn't figure out what the other women were doing at my groin.
They were stretching my balls, but not painfully.  They were keeping my penis
erect, but not with enough pressure that I was going to cum.  They were
rubbing me with something. It felt good, and exactly what they were doing I
didn't care.

     Debbie was really rocking on me stomach.  She made me suck her big toe,
and she was pinching my nipples with her long nails.  She had a glassy look in
her eyes and she was breathing very rapidly.  Judy announced that she and
Susan were done whenever Debbie was ready.  Debbie ignored them and kept
rocking faster and faster until she let out a load moan.  There was no doubt
that she had cum.

     Debbie sat there contently for a minute, and that climbed off me.  "OK,
let's see the finished product," she said.  She stood at the end of the desk
where my legs hung and examined me.  "Wonderful," she exclaimed with a glee.
"You did a great job.  Very authentic."

     I had no idea what she was talking about.  But now I was completely
unbound.  "Can I see what all the fuss is," I asked.  "Sure," someone replied.
I sat up and looked at my groin.  They had shaved me, or at least most of me,
but I still didn't see what the big deal was.  Susan opened up a compact with
a mirror and placed it facing my groin.  "Maybe this angle will help explain
it," she offered.

     I looked into the compact. She held her thumb over the powder puff so it
wouldn't fall. I looked into the mirror.  There was my erect penis, and my
shaven groin.  Well, not 100% shaven.  They had left a little pubic hair.  And
they had styled it and shaped it.  Into their corporate symbol!  The symbol of
the company we had bought!

     The three women howled in laughter as they saw the expression on my face.

     Judy said, "Let's get a picture before his erection goes down."  She
grabbed a Polaroid camera and backed up enough to get a full length shot.
"Smile, George."

     I made a face and said defiantly, "I will not smile!"

     Debbie sighed.  "Do you really think we don't have ways of making you
smile for the camera?"

     "We could shove a dildo up his ass.  I bet that would get him to smile,"
volunteered Judy.  I cringed at that thought, hoping they were not serious.

     "Let's leave that possibility for later," Debbie replied, to my relief.
"I have a better idea.  Help me tie his hands behind him again."  The women
quickly bound my hands behind me with stockings.

     "I know how to give him a nice pretty smile," said Debbie, with a gleam
in her eye.  She ripped off another piece of adhesive tape and taped it over
my mouth, as Susan and Jane looked on quizzically.  "Does the tape look too
white?" she asked them.  They nodded.

     "Well, then we'll just have to adjust the color a little bit."  With that
she reached for a bottle of liquid makeup, and she started dabbing it on my
face. I didn't like the idea of this and I started to struggle.  Debbie didn't
say a word;  she simply pinched my nose shut until I calmed down.  Clearly,
she was in full control of me.

     She continued dabbing the makeup on me and swishing it around with her
fingertip.  I could feel some of it going on the adhesive tape.  When she was
done Judy remarked, "Excellent, you can't see the tape over his mouth at all.
Of course, he has no mouth."

     Debbie reached for a lipstick and said, "Now I'll just draw in a happy
smile."  She unscrewed the lipstick, held my chin in one hand and slowly
painted lips over the adhesive tape with her other hand.  Her eyes were
serious, and her tongue sneaked out from the corner of her own very sexy
mouth.  I felt silly, but it was an erotic moment.

     "Oh, great mouth," exclaimed Jane.  "And what a hot shade of red.  You
know, George, when people see this picture they're going to ask, where'd you
get this lipstick?" teased Jane, mimicking a television commercial.

     "Do you think he's embarrassed enough?" asked Susan, as she grabbed a big
fluffy brush and brushed some color on my cheeks.  "There, that's better."
Like my cheeks were not burning with color without her attempts to accentuate
them.

     "I think his eyes need a wide-eyed look of surprise," Debbie added.
"Hold still, George," as she brushed mascara onto my eyelashes.  She waited
until they were dry, and then did a second coating of mascara.  My eyelashes
felt thick and stiff.

     "What do you think, is George done?" asked Debbie.  "We don't want to
overdue it - we want people to know it's still good old George."

     The women examined me critically.  They showed me my image in the compact
mirror.  My darkened and lengthened eyelashes.  My glowing red cheeks.  And my
very red smiling lips.  No matter what I did to my mouth under the adhesive
tape, those lips smiled back.

     I groaned and struggled with my bonds to no avail.  Jane was again
stroking my penis to erection, and although I was doing state capitals in my
head to avoid getting erect, Jane was winning out.

    "OK, George, smile," said Judy sarcastically as she focused the camera, as
if my painted lips could do anything different.  Flash.  Judy let the picture
develop, and the women all squealed when they saw it.  They showed it to me
and I cringed.  My male face with undeniable makeup, those stupid smiling red
lips, and - my erect cock framed by my pubic hair shaped into the corporate
symbol.  I knew the balance of power had changed forever.  

     "Certainly nice of you to support the company by sporting the corporate
symbol," Debbie said laughingly to me.  "OUR corporate symbol."

     Judy left the room with the picture.  "I have an idea for another shot,"
said Susan.  "George, kneel down on the floor," she commanded.

     I did as she said.  Susan stood before me and removed her panties.  This
was going to be interesting.

     "Debbie, would you remove his adhesive tape?  He doesn't have to smile
for this one," Susan announced.  Debbie gleefully ripped off the tape from my
mouth, and it stung.  "Would you mind filling over the area of his face where
the tape was, to even out his color?" Susan asked.  Debbie smoothed more
makeup on me in the area around the mouth.

     Judy came back in the room and announced, "Yes, it worked just fine.
What can I do to help now?"  Susan, who was standing behind me, said, "Well,
Judy, you seem to have quite an effect on him, would you get him hard once
more?"  Judy playfully sat down in a chair in front of my kneeling form, took
off her shoes, and rubbed my penis between her  feet.  It felt wonderful, and
in no time I was hard again.

     Meanwhile Susan stepped in front of me, and she had made a slight
wardrobe change.  She was still without panties, but she had strapped herself
into a contraption with a dildo pointing out of her groin.  She stroked it as
if it were real, and then she slapped my face with it a couple of times for
fun.

     "Oh, but the poor sissy isn't wearing his smiling red lipstick anymore,"
Susan cooed at me.  "No matter.  I have the perfect shade for him."  She
unscrewed a lipstick, and I could see it had an angry purple color.  She bent
my head back and applied it to my lips with a vengeance.  It was uncomfortable
the way she was bending me, and it hurt.  She covered my lips back and forth
several times.  

     "You know what shade this is, George?" Susan asked me.  I shook my head
no.  "Purple fairy," she said with a sneer, "just perfect for a cocksucker
like you."

     And with that she tossed the lipstick aside and violently pushed the
dildo past my purple lipsticked lips.  "Suck it, you fairy," she commanded me
angrily.  Then to Judy and Debbie, " OK, someone take the picture."

     Flash.  

     Judy left the room with the camera, and Susan continued pumping the dildo
in my throat.  She was pumping with a vengeance, clearly angry at men in
general and using this occasion to take it out on me.  She had hold of my head
with both hands for leverage, and she was pumping away as if it were a real
cock.  I don't think she would have stopped, except that Judy returned to the
room.  Susan pulled the dildo out of my mouth with a pop.

     "What do you say, girls, have we had enough with him?" Debbie asked.

     "I don't know," said Judy.  "Sit down, George."  I sat on the floor, my
hands still bound behind me.  "I've always wondered about men's balls," Judy
said.  She gently put the sole of her foot on one of my balls.  This was the
same foot that moments earlier had stroked me to erection.  "Is there really a
little nut inside there?"  She pressed down slightly harder.  "Do you think if
I pressed down hard enough it would crack?" she asked.

     "NO", I screamed, closing my eyes, grimacing my face, waiting for the
worst.  Judy, of the three of them, turns out to be the most brutal of them.

     Suddenly Debbie pushed Judy away, off my balls.  "Debbie said, "It's a
good question, but let's save it for another time.  I think it's time to untie
him and give him his clothes back."

     Another time?  They untied me, and gave me some cream to remove my
makeup.  They gave me my clothes, and I dressed as quickly as I could.  The
women were silent, and were hunched over a computer.  "OK," I thought to
myself, "they have these pictures.  Now what?"

     A web page was loading.  I could see it was a pretty simple page, with no
text.  Two pictures were coming into view.  One was of a guy in smiling red
lipstick with his pubic hair in the shape of a corporate symbol.  The other
was of a guy in purple lipstick sucking a dildo.  No, you couldn't tell it was
a dildo, or that it was a woman wearing it; the angle of the photo was so it
just looked like a penis.  The guy was me in both pictures.  And I was hard in
both of them.

     "This is a web page, George," explained Judy.  "It's on the Internet
right now.  It's just that nobody knows that it's there.  For now."

     The implication was crystal clear.

     "Is there an email you'd like to unsend, George?  It hasn't been read
yet, so Susan can get it back for you.  Maybe you'd like us to help you edit
it a little," Debbie suggested sweetly.  She gave me her prettiest smile.  She
was so beautiful.  

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