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Harriet's Hamper
By Rebecca Goldstein (address withheld)

***

A man with a penchant for wearing women's clothes is
taught a lesson by his female boss. (Fdom/M, cd, v,
huml)

***

Okay, I admit it. I've got the hots for my boss in a
big way. Ever since I came to work in Harriet's
department two years ago, I've fantasized endlessly
about her sexually. But I always thought it would
remain just that - a fantasy.

Harriet's a beautiful woman in her early thirties with
blonde hair, a lean, curvaceous figure and a
deliciously tight butt. But Harriet dressed to play
down and hide her feminine attributes. I guess she felt
that she wouldn't be taken seriously otherwise. She was
such a ruthless careerist her staff called her "The
Barracuda" behind her back.

Every day Harriet would come to work in drab, neutral-
colored suits and man-tailored "working woman" blouses.
She went to great lengths to wear frumpy haircuts and
understated makeup. What a crime, I thought. Didn't
this woman have ANY Style?

The answer came one afternoon when I was working in her
office. As usual, I was working with the database on
her computer, which she steadfastly refuses to share
with anyone outside the department.

Anyway, Harriet works out during lunch and sneaks out
for a bite later in the afternoon. I was sitting at her
desk when I kicked something at my feet. When I looked
down there was her gym bag, wide open with a pair of
her panties hanging out.

And what panties they were! Exquisite, expensive Lejaby
panties made of the loveliest gossamer lace. It excited
me terribly to think of her wearing such lovely undies
under her drab clothing! But when I pulled them out to
take a closer look, the room filled with the dank,
musky scent of sweaty pussy.

I couldn't control myself! I took out my cock and
masturbated furiously while sniffing her delicious
panties! It was so hot; so perverted; so wicked!
Jerking off while sniffing the Boss' panties, knowing I
could be caught any second!

I was so excited I came almost immediately, spurting my
hot cum into a Kleenex and tossing it into the waste
basket. I quickly put Harriet's panties back into the
gym bag before my luck gave out.

No sooner had I done so than the door burst open and
there was Harriet! She growled that the Client was on
the phone and wanted me to explain the billing to him
RIGHT NOW!!! If she had not been so preoccupied with
business she might have caught a whiff of her own pussy
in the air! I snickered to myself. The close call made
my stolen erotic moment all the sweeter!

Harriet was one of those heartless career women who
lives for her job. She was devious and unscrupulous; a
major player at the company despite her seemingly
middle- management status. Everyone saw her as a
"rising star" and knew she would one day penetrate the
upper management and perhaps even the Board itself!
Even the top brass was afraid to mess with her; she
masterfully played one against the other!

"The Barracuda," was endlessly demanding and completely
intolerant of even the slightest mistake. She'd been
known to fire people for things like misspellings in
memos and not bringing files quick enough. She
routinely fired secretaries every other month!

So when Harriet announced she was having a Christmas
Party at her palatial house in Westchester, I was none
too enthusiastic. Just what I needed, to go schlepping
all the way up there after a brutal work week.

It was the last thing I wanted to do, but I knew too
well that this was a "social" event where attendance
was mandatory! If I blew off the party I would be
branded as "not a team player." Careers often rise and
fall on such trivialities! So I sucked it up and took
the Metro North train out of Grand Central.

When I got there the party was exactly the way I
thought - dreadfully boring! All the people hung out in
their little cliques and exchanged half-hearted
greetings of the season. Disgusted, I bellied up to the
bar and ordered up a strong one. I could see I was
going to need it, but I didn't yet know how much!
Things looked better after a few drinks. I got
pleasantly tipsy but not sloppy drunk like I wanted to
be. Eventually, the drinks caught up with me and I had
to relieve myself. There was a long line of women by
the foyer bathroom so I decided to try my luck
upstairs.

I found the bathroom, which adjoined the Master
bedroom. As I was peeing something caught my attention
in the corner of my eye. I couldn't believe my luck!
There was a wicker hamper, completely full! Who could
tell what panty delights it held?

I was so hard! My cock was throbbing in my pants even
before I had the hamper lid open. I began digging
through it, searching for buried panty treasures!

My search was rewarded with several exquisite items of
lingerie. Harriet wore lovely, expensive Lejaby and
Felina undies. I couldn't help but wonder how she could
be such a cold fish at work and still be so sensual in
her personal life. Why, I pondered, she might even be a
real woman outside the office!

I pulled out a luscious pair of Lejaby bikinis that
were just filthy! The bathroom filled with their
delicious aroma as I fished them out of the hamper. I
almost went off in my pants right then and there as my
cock throbbed with joy at the sight of them!

Mmmm, to say these panties were scrumptious would be to
damn with faint praise! They reeked of pungent pussy
and piss. The crotch was yellow and discolored, with a
thick long shit streak across the center. All silky and
dripping with lace, and best of all they'd nuzzled
Harriet's luscious vulva the way I wanted to! Oh, how I
longed to be a pair of her lucky panties!

Harriet's undies were a panty fetishist's wet dream!
Before I could even stop myself I put the cover down on
the commode and pulled my pants down around my ankles.
I pulled the filthy panty treats snugly over my face
with the yellow piss stain tightly over my flaring
nostrils. I was transfixed by the heavenly aroma of
Harriet's secretions; excited to the point of madness!

I took two more of her sinfully silky panties and began
rubbing them over my raging erection. I began jerking
madly and the lacy lovelies glided effortlessly over my
throbbing cock. The lace and ruffles scratched
sensuously against my glans and I knew I was seconds
away from coming!

Suddenly the door burst open and I realized too late
that I'd forgotten to lock it! As my rotten luck would
have it, there was Harriet standing there. My erection
wilted and I prepared myself for the worst. My boss had
caught me red- handed doing naughty things with her
panties!

Harriet stood transfixed. Her eyes narrowed into the
piercing look she gives you just before you get
shredded. I'd seen it given to people who displeased
her several times, and it always meant unemployment!
"What the hell do you think you're doing," she snarled
through clenched teeth.

I sputtered and stammered but no intelligible words
came out of my mouth! How could I possibly explain
myself in my present position? Harriet had me dead to
rights! Or was it just plain dead?

Harriet didn't wait for an answer. "Stay right here
until I come back," she growled.

I was miserable! Caught red-handed by the Boss... in
her bathroom fondling her panties! She was so fond of
humiliating people who angered her. Would she tell
everyone at the party and then make me face them? Hell,
I would have considered myself lucky just o get fired!
My mind raced as I cursed my luck and imagined all the
terrible things she might do to me!

Eventually, Harriet came back. I was about to fall to
my knees and beg her forgiveness, hoping a display of
shameless groveling might move her.

Harriet held a pair of big pink briefs in her hand.
"So! You like panties, do you? You disgusting little
pervert, now I know who's been rifling my gym bag too!
It was you, wasn't it?"

I hung my head and nodded. I thought she might go
easier on me if I came clean.

"I thought so. Now, listen closely, you disgusting
little shit. You will do exactly as I tell you, or
getting fired will be the least of your problems! Don't
think you're getting away scot free. Oh, no!"

She tossed me the pink panties she was holding. "You
will take off your pants and put these on. Then you
will leave your male briefs in my hamper so I know
you've got them on. You will remain at the party after
everyone goes home. Then I'll punish you properly, in a
manner befitting your crime!"

The next two hours seemed to drag on like years! I
tried to drink and be somewhat sociable with the other
guests, but all the time I had this feeling of dread
over what Harriet had in store for me. She was so
ruthless and had such a cruel streak!

But in spite of myself my body betrayed me as I kept
getting huge erections from my cock sliding back and
forth in the sensuous, silky panties I was wearing.
Several times I was compelled to stand behind the bar
or stay seated until the unsightly bulge subsided in my
pants.

Eventually, the party began to break up and people
started home. I lingered in the kitchen so I'd be
inconspicuous. Eventually after the last guest had
left, Harriet came in and gave the caterers final
instructions for clean-up.

With that out of the way, Harriet turned her attention
to me. I was instructed to return to the "scene of the
crime," the upstairs bathroom.

I waited in silence, expecting the worst. She was going
to humiliate me thoroughly then fire me, I just knew
it! This was going to be some Christmas, on the
Unemployment Line!

Harriet strutted in the room like the cat who swallowed
the canary. In her hands she held lingerie that matched
the pink panties I was wearing. She dangled each item
before tossing it to me: a pink garter belt; pink
stockings; pink bra, camisole, slip and finally a pair
of pink high heels.

She glowered at me. "Put them on; they'll go with your
little panties!"

I tried to protest. "But... but..."

"Put them on or getting fired will be the least of your
problems!" With that, she turned and exited the
bathroom.

Knowing I had no choice, I donned the lingerie. I felt
a strange mixture of fear and excitement as I slipped
each silky, sensual item over my body. In spite of my
predicament - or perhaps because of it - my cock
stiffened into a huge erection that tented out the
front of my slip with a telltale bulge that was
unmistakable!

"OKAY PERVERT, ON YOUR KNEES!" a voice from the next
room commanded. I knelt down on the cold tile floor and
became aware of a slight draft along the base of the
sink as it blew against my legs, which were covered
only by the sheerest nylon.

Harriet came in and strutted around me, snickering
softly. Then as she was behind me she suddenly seized
my hands and cuffed them behind my back! "Now you're
all mine, you panty sniffing jerkoff!" With that, she
walked out of the bathroom.

Suddenly I heard the sound of women giggling. Harriet
entered the room once again, followed by Charlene, a
woman I work closely with in my Creative Group and
Lisa, my Secretary! I was livid! The humiliation of
letting them see me like this! Handcuffed and helpless
in lingerie on Harriet's bathroom floor! How could I
ever show my face at work again?

"Oh Harriet, you're right! He does look adorable in
Pink," chuckled Charlene as she stood cavalierly over
me.

"He looks simply scrumptious," snorted Lisa.

"I found the little shit fondling my underwear. Caught
him red-handed with my panties over his face and
jerking off with another pair!"

"Oooh, naughty, naughty," giggled Lisa.

"What a disgusting little pervert," snarled Charlene.

"Go over to the mirror and see how ridiculous... er,
adorable you look," sneered Harriet. "You probably
think you look pretty, don't you? Well?"

"I..."

"SHUT UP, YOU BITCH! Wait till we get through with you.
You'll wish I had just fired you and had done with it!"

"He looks pretty, but he needs some work yet," said
Harriet. "I'll fix it!" She led me into the bedroom
where she sat me down at her vanity table and turned me
towards her, facing away from the mirror. Then, she
covered my face liberally with perfumed cosmetics.
Coverup, base, blush, eyeliner, mascara, even eyebrow
wax!

Harriet looked me up and down and said, "You still need
something... and I have just the thing!" She went into
the closet and returned with a big bouffant blonde wig.
She placed it on my head and brushed it a little as
Charlene and Lisa stood and giggled. "Perfect,"
chuckled Lisa.

Harriet walked into the hallway and returned with a
Polaroid Camera. She quickly raised it and said, "Smile
sissy!" Then she snapped two quick shots and let them
drop to the floor.

Then, I was forcibly raised from my seat at the vanity
table and placed down on my knees. Charlene pushed me
down and I was helpless to do anything but kneel
prostrate with my face pressing into the deep shag pile
with my hands still cuffed behind my back. I was
commanded to maintain this position, terribly
uncomfortable as it was!

A pair of shoes appeared in front of me. They were
slutty looking black patent heels that belonged to
Lisa, my secretary. No one else wore heels like that.
"Now sissy," she sneered, "you may shine my shoes with
your tongue! You've probably always wanted to and even
if you didn't you will anyway. Now, get busy!"

I hesitated slightly, and felt a sharp jab in my left
buttock. Then I heard Charlene spit, "get to work,
slut! Lick her shoes before I give as a whole new
meaning to the phrase 'spike heels!'" I quickly
complied as she dug her heel painfully deeper into my
flesh. Suddenly I saw two bright flashes and heard two
more Polaroids grind out of Harriet's camera.

I lapped on Lisa's shoes for what seemed like a long
time as she presented her toes, heels and soles for
oral cleaning. My mouth tasted like I'd eaten a mud
pie, but I had no time to dwell on it as I was quickly
yanked back up on my knees.

"Now look what I have for you sissy," snickered Harriet
as she brandished a wooden paddle with Greek letters
carved in it. It was a wicked-looking thing, I thought.
It was thirty inches long and ten inches wide at the
bottom with a tapered handle complete with a rubber
grip. "I haven't used this since my sorority days, but
everything comes in handy if you hold on to it long
enough. I used to be quite good with this! Now! Face on
the carpet, sissy!"

THUD! The paddle sent a dull ache through my buttocks
as Harriet muscled it against my backside. THUD! THUD!
THUD! "You disgusting little pervert," Harriet growled,
"I'll teach you to try and fondle MY underwear!" THUD!

I was helpless to resist whatever degradations these
women had in store for me as I was prostrate on the
floor in my little pink lingerie, hands cuffed behind
my back.

Harriet paddled me a few more times, but soon tired of
it and handed the paddle to someone with much more
motivation - my secretary Lisa!

"Okay sissy, it's PAY BACK TIME!" Lisa snickered
gleefully as she spit on her hands to get a good grip
on the paddle. She was about to live out every
secretary's fantasy - to paddle her Boss for being such
a pain in the ass and giving HIM a pain in the ass!

Lisa began paddling me across the backside, punctuating
each blow with a particular complaint.

"This is for making me stay late last Friday night when
I had a date!" THUD!

"This is for making me retype the Campbell presentation
fourteen times!" THUD!

"This is for always misplacing my files!" THUD!

"...And THIS is for making me get you coffee all the
time... it's so degrading!" THUD! THUD! THUD!

Waves of pain ran up and down my spine as Lisa
continued paddling my tormented buttocks. My ass had
long since become numb and despite everything I found
myself excited by my predicament; helpless to resist
the punishment of these women. I was bound in lingerie,
being paddled and I had a huge hard-on!

Finally, mercifully, Lisa tired of paddling me. Just as
she did Charlene re-entered the room. When asked if
she'd like to paddle me too, Charlene replied she had a
better idea.

Suddenly I was pulled back upright on my knees, where
Charlene was standing with her hands on her hips in a
haughty position. Dressed only in heels and a beige
bra, she dangled a pair of delightfully lacy beige
panties in my face.

I could see the crotch was darkened with moisture, but
then she lowered the panty and let it rest on my cheek.
From the warm wetness that dribbled down my face I had
a good idea what Charlene had done in her panties!

But I had little time to ponder or protest. I was
seized from behind by my hair and the dripping panties
were lowered into my mouth. "Now! Suck my piss!"
Charlene was reveling in my utter degradation. "You're
the one who likes to suck on panties, so you can suck
every last drop of piss from mine!"

All I could hear was the slurping as I sucked
Charlene's warm yellow fluid out of her panties. The
warm liquid trickled down my throat and the pungent
fabric clung to my face as my lips encircled the white
cotton crotch, now colored yellow.

And I loved it! Dear Reader, I was humiliated,
degraded... and I loved every second of it! My cock
throbbed in my panties even as my lips puckered from
the bitter taste of Charlene's urine.

Suddenly the room lit up again as Harriet snapped a few
more Polaroids and let them fall to the floor. I should
have been worried about them, but I was too busy
sucking every single drop of yellow nectar from
Charlene's pissed-in panties.

Eventually the ladies tired of watching me suck
Charlene's panties and I was pushed down on my back
with my hands still cuffed behind my back. I writhed
uncomfortably on the floor, trying to find a less
agonizing position as my arms were crushed under the
weight of my own body. But soon even that would seem
like pleasure!

Harriet unceremoniously lifted her skirt and straddled
my face, roughly lowering herself over my mouth. The
sheer white crotch of her gossamer panties was now
pressed tightly against my face as she began rubbing
her pelvis against my mouth.

"Well Sissy, what are you waiting for?" Harriet sneered
gleefully as she pulled her panty crotch to one side
and exposed the pert yellow tuft of her blonde pubis.
"Isn't this what you want, always lusted after? Isn't
this what you dream about when you sniff my panties?
Isn't it? ISN'T IT?"

"Harriet, I..." I sputtered.

WHAP! Harriet reached down and slapped my face sharply.
"YOU WILL ADDRESS ME AS MISTRESS HARRIET! YOU PATHETIC
LITTLE PANTY SUCKER! YOU NEEDLE DICKED LITTLE SISSY!
GOT THAT?"

"Yes, Mistress Harriet..."

"That's better. Now shut up and suck me through my
panties!"

"Yes Mist... ULPFFFF!" My mouth was suddenly stuffed
with Harriet's womanhood. She roughly ground it into my
face as she demanded I suck her. Her panty crotch got
caught between my teeth several times, and she just
laughed and ground her sex into my face without the
slightest regard for my comfort or need to breathe.

My tongue was soon raw and my jaw ached. Worse than
that, my arms were still bound behind my back and were
being painfully crushed, by my own weight and now
Harriet's as well! But Harriet took no pity at all and
merely held her pussy lips apart as I darted my tongue
in and out as she shouted out curt commands!

Harriet was really getting off on this. She was wild-
eyed as she pressed her mons into my face with all the
strength she could muster in her pelvis. "Now you pussy
faced little sissy... suck on my panties NOW... while
I'm still WEARING them!"

The torment seemed to go on forever! Yet for all the
abject humiliation and pain, there was something very
exciting about being at the mercy of these three
ruthless women. Yes, not the least of which was being
pressed up against my face.

Knowing the only way out was to bring Harriet to
climax; I gave her a spirited sucking as best I could
with my hands cuffed behind my back. Eventually she
came and got up from on top of my face.

But when she finally got up and I was helped to my
feet, it became obvious straight away that the torture
was not over. Charlene and Lisa waited with eager
appetites, already whetted by watching me service
Harriet with my tongue. Charlene sat on the sofa with
her panties already off and her legs spread, laughing.

"Oh you ARE a sight!" She laughed as Harriet snapped
another Polaroid and threw it on the floor in front of
me. My makeup was a total mess and my wig was matted
with moisture from her drooling sex.

Mercifully, I was allowed to kneel and suck Charlene to
climax and then Lisa as well. When I was finished, my
mouth and jaw ached as never before! But they still
weren't through with me!

I was then taken to the basement, where Harriet had a
fully equipped dungeon! I was quickly strapped to a
bondage horse as Harriet brandished a cat-o-nine-tails
with great relish. "I'm really enjoying myself," she
sneered. "I just might have to keep you here all
weekend."

I had meanwhile lost all track of time. How long HAD I
been here? Hours? Days? My senses no longer could be
trusted. But there were new tortures to be endured.
Charlene tied a slip knot of nylon twine around my
scrotum above my balls, which was attached to a weight
of some kind (I couldn't see) that painfully pulled my
balls towards the floor. My nipples were clamped in a
similarly agonizing fashion; weighted towards the
floor.

Again there were more Polaroids left to develop in
front of me to underscore my helplessness. When I
looked up, there was Charlene standing in front of me
brandishing a big, black strap-on dildo. It was a good
twelve inches long and much thicker than a real cock.

Charlene stroked the big black appliance and sneered,
"Do you think he'll take it up his ass?"

"Oh Charlene," giggled Lisa. "I don't know but you'll
have a hell of a time trying!"

"No, I want first crack!" Harriet's voice called out
from behind me as I felt cold rubber prodding between
my upturned buttocks. "I'm going to give this little
sissy faggot a fucking he'll never forget!"

Suddenly I felt a hand working lubricant into my
asshole and gently stretching it. First it was one
finger... then two... then three. Before I knew it was
stretched wide open and the dildo's penetration was
only mildly agonizing!

I felt Harriet's frilly garters sliding up against the
back of my thigh as she inched the dildo deeper and
deeper inside me. Then, as she loosened me up she began
administering a spirited fucking as the dildo seemed to
come alive inside me. I marveled at the condition of
her abdominals as she seemed to go on fucking my sissy
ass forever, to the vociferous delight of her two
spectators, who took more Polaroids.

Finally, Harriet gave out and removed her dildo from my
ass. But then Charlene scurried behind me and took a
turn at me as Harriet pressed the filthy dildo up
against my lips. "Now this is a fitting punishment for
fondling my panties," laughed Harriet. "I get to fuck
you up the ass with a big dildo and now you're going to
lick your own shit off of it!"

"But Harriet," I tried to protest. But before another
word could come out she had the dildo in my mouth and
was proceeding to gag me with it. "Yes, clean my dildo,
sissy! Suck your poo-poo off it like a good little
sissy!" Charlene was still ramming her dildo up my ass
but I was already so loose and lubricated that is was
actually pleasurable!

And in spite of all the humiliation, it happened. Yes
Dear Reader, there I was strapped to the bondage horse
spread- eagled. Charlene was fucking my ass for all she
was worth, as my weighted balls were tormented as the
pendulum swung forward and back. Harriet was forcing
the fouled dildo into my mouth, treating me to a snack
of K-Y and my own excrement, and Lisa was pulling at
the cords attached to my nipple clamps.

Yes Dear Reader, in spite of everything I got a
terrible erection. The more I tried to control it, the
more I tried to get it out of my mind, the more
uncontrollable it became. The pain, the terrible pain
and humiliation was too much...exquisite pain! In spite
of everything I came, spurting my sissy cream all over
the tile floor!"

"Well, it seems our sissy is enjoying himself!" Harriet
reached for the riding crop and proceeded to mark it
vigorously with many welts. When she finished I was
released from the bondage horse and led into the guest
bedroom, where I promptly collapsed and fell asleep.

When I awoke I was still dressed in my lingerie. My
male clothes were on a hanger on the back of the door
and there was a brown paper bag. Inside was a set of
Polaroids from the previous night's torment, and a pair
of Harriet's most delicious panties. With these items
was a note. It read:

Dear Sissy:

We hope you've learned your lesson about stealing
women's underpants for your own carnal satisfaction. In
the bag you will find some Polaroids to remind you what
kind of punishment you'll receive if we ever hear about
womens' panties disappearing at the office again. We've
gone off for brunch. Please have the good taste not to
be there when we return. You will report to work as
usual on Monday.

The bright morning light hurt my eyes as I took the
Metro North train home to Grand Central. I had to stand
because my buttocks were so sore. Every muscle in my
body ached from the torment I'd suffered the night
before. But in spite of everything I'd been through,
the first thing I would do when I got home was to get
off with panties from Harriet's Hamper.

END

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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life.

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