• Harriet's Hamper ,By Rebecca Goldstein

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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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