He always threatened me with being exposed to my coworkers, to the world as the sissy I am to him. Usually it was part of what I thought was his dirty talk, sex talk. He'd tease me with it. He'd be deep inside of me, slow fucking me, talking dirty into my ear. Or he'd have me restrained and be masturbating me as part of 'my reward', as he called it, and would tease me when I was at the height of my sexual frenzy about the people at his business 'knowing' about me. He'd taken me to clubs before. He'd taken me out to gay bars very discreetly and he even got off on watching me dance with other men while dressed all girly girl femme for him, for them. But I never thought he'd actually expose me to my coworkers, to his employees. And I never thought he'd do it in front of them at a holiday party...
"Pull your pants down."
I look at him. He can't be serious. There are probably thirty-plus people in the room. It's our company holiday party. I feel my heart jump to my throat. He stares at me coldly.
"Please, don't do this. Not here. You can't be serious."
I look sheepishly to him, implore him, whisper to him. My hushed tone heard by just a few standing near. I feel my face flush red.
"Oh my. This party just got very interesting."
A woman standing next to her husband leans in and smiles at him, then looks at back at me, then to my boss.
"He's actually going to do it people. He said he would, didn't believe him."
She laughs loudly, leans in and stares. He ignores her.
"Pull your pants down. Don't make me tell you again."
He glares at me, says it louder.
I'm standing next to him. He sits in a chair and looks up at me. I feel his hand go to my rear. He slaps it hard over the top of my pants. As I bounce slightly forward I feel my face turn bright red. I choke up, can hardly breathe, many have turned to look at me.
"It's not like we don't know you're a faggot sissy boy."
A man from the warehouse shouts out from the middle of the room. He and two others laugh. The man that sits next to me, my boss, has had this man over to my house. He watched my boss whip me with a belt before I sucked both of them. He knows me all too well.
I start to take my pants down. I feel a tear in my eye, my face about to explode, bright, bright red. I take them down to my ankles exposing the pink lace underpants I wear underneath. They are the panties he specifically requested I wear.
"Ooooo, cute. And a little dick too, that is cute, cute, cute. You are robbing the cradle."
A lady on the other side of me laughs, comments to my boss. She reaches down and runs her hand up the lace on the side of my panties.
"They're almost like the ones I'm wearing."
She smiles at my boss. He smiles back at her. He turns to me.
"All the way off, shoes and sox too."
My boss looks up at me.
I do as he says. He is not only my boss. He's the man that owns me. I am his sex slave and have been in a deep S&M relationship with him for almost two years. I've done things for others but never been exposed at work. I've never been 'outed' to those I work with, not most anyway. Some know but have never seen me like this before.
"Does anyone need a drink? If you do, Princess will get it for you. Won't you, Princess?"
I can hardly speak.
"Yes."
"Yes, what!??!!
He shouts at me so the entire room can hear.
