As we got in the car, my wife slowly slid up her skirt ~ teasing me with a glimpse of her sexy black stockings. Reaching over, her hand traced my own stockings, hidden beneath my business suit, and followed the line of my suspenders up until she reached my pantied cock. With one fingernail, she teased and stroked me through my trousers causing me to moan. "This morning in the shower was very, very nice..." she told me huskily, "but it is the last time you are going to be allowed to take control. It was a mistake, one that shouldn't have happened, and from now on we are only going to have sex on my terms and my terms only!" Her hand clenched, squeezing me tight. "Now sit there and stroke yourself through your panties all the way to work as your punishment!" She ordered, "by the time we reach the office, I want you all nice and horny! But don't cum or else you will be walking round in hot, sticky panties all day!" As she started the car, I proceeded to do as she told me. By the time we reached the office, I was right on the edge and begging for release but I knew if I came, I would have to walk round all day feeling sticky, wet, soiled and dirty. You would not believe how hard it was for me to get out of the car and enter my building as normal...every step jiggled the plug that sat inside of me and, as horny as I was, it was almost impossible for me to walk without wriggling my bottom and increasing the sensations I was feeling....I felt a hand reaching down and caressing my arse through my trousers as I walked. "See," my wife told me as we entered our offices and went our seperate ways, "You're even walking like a Slut now! See you later on...lover!" She paused, blew me a kiss then licked her lips suggestively, her tongue gliding across her heavily painted mouth. How on earth, I wondered, was I going to get through the day?
I knew my challenge was going to be made even more difficult as soon as I stepped off the elevator and onto the floor where I worked. There were a lot of highly attractive girls working in my department at the



My secretary, Rachael, was waiting for me as I finally turned the corner and reached the sanctuary of my office but it almost looked to me as though she too had seemingly dressed extra provocatively for work this morning! I had always had a problem with Rachael anyway; blonde, incredibly sexy and just 19, she was always coming on to me, flirting with me and letting me know, in no uncertain terms, that she found me attractive. Today, dressed as I was in my new business suit, the last thing I wanted was for her getting too close and discovering what I was wearing underneath! I wondered if Rachael was one of the reasons my wife had insisted I wear her dirty panties; almost as though marking me with her scent so that nobody else came near her Sissy husband? I knew that my wife knew of Rachael's attraction to me and had commented

"Nice suit Mr.J," Rachael commented as I went to pass her and head into my office,"is it a new design?" "Errrm..yes," I replied nervously, "it's a new unisex look my wife wanted me to try out. Personally, I think it looks a bit feminine!" I tried to choke back my words but it was too late, they were out before I could stop them. "Oh no, Mr.J, " Rachael countered, "Actually I think it does wonders for your figure!" She stood up and ran her fingers down my chest, slowly and seductively. Was that really the suit doing wonders, I pondered or the sexy, figure-hugging basque I was wearing underneath? I felt my clitty jump in its satin prison as Rachael continued to stroke me softly. "Ahem..well. yes...is there anything I need to know?" I asked, trying to get back down to business. "Not much," Rachael admitted, "Just the usual....oh, but your boss did put a new advertising proposal on your desk yesterday for you to look at. A new product the Company wants us to promote....a new feminine scent called 'Cute As Candi'? " I felt my stomach leap! That was the spray my wife had insisted I wear last night; the new scent that had been waiting in our bathroom. Surely it had to be a coincidence?
"Well, errm...thanks Rachael," I stammered, trying desperately to act and think normally. "Let me know if I get any calls..." I darted inside my office and quickly shut the door. On my computer, an icon was flashing to say I had recieved an inter-office E-mail and, o

What followed was a short web-cam clip of my wife playing with herself and masturbating under her desk. I could hear her soft moans and deepening sighs as her fingers deftly explored her tight, w

I scrolled down and read the text that came with the E-mail. "HAS A

(To Be Continued....)