My life seems so complex.
I am being blackmailed.
I have a boyfriend.
I have a girlfriend.
I have a wife.
Who apparently is a domme.
She has a boyfriend.
She has been cuckqueaning his wife
She has been cuckolding me.
My penis is in a chastity device,
I am being feminized.
I seem to be more Shauna than Shaun with all of them.
Except when at work.
Monday afternoon.
2 pm.
As I stood there in the hallway outside of the conference room I suddenly could feel all the lingerie I was wearing underneath my man clothes. I could feel my lingerie clinging to smooth skin of my hairless body. I was clad in pink today - lacy bra and garter belt, cotton panties and sheer stockings.
I was glad that no one could see through my business suit.
That would have been humiliating.
Very humiliating.
I was glad I still felt that way.
John Harding and my boss, Terrance, were in the conference room chatting. I had been lost in thought when I arrived for our meeting to see what John Harding and his company thought of our proposal. John and Terrance were reliving the old days so I stayed outside and kept my train of thought going,
This past weekend, heck this past week, threw me for a loop. Let alone the past month. I was thinking back to Friday night when I was at the bar with my boyfriend, done up as Shauna. I could feel him holding me with his muscular arms while we danced slowly. His large bulge pressed against me. I could feel the same muscular body as he draped over me while frantically fucking my ass in the staff room of that bar.
My breathing picked up.
My penis began to fill my cage.
Suddenly images of Saturday night came to mind. Of my wife Emma being pleasured by her boyfriend Jacques' large, thick cock. Of his flat chested wife, Teri, wearing a steel chastity belt, not allowed to get off while her husband fucked my big breasted, blonde wife Emma. In our marital bed. Of Teri seeming to be arousal at all of this.
I was breathing faster.
My penis got stiffer.
Of the revelation yesterday that Nick would continue to fuck Denise. My girlfriend Denise. Of learning that I would be attending Emma's company picnic on Saturday at the home of her boss, Dave, the man who has been breeding my wife. Of—
A young secretary, with her brunette hair tied back in a ponytail suddenly passed me by as I stood there a few feet from the mostly closed door.
My face felt flushed.
My breathing almost shallow.
I was glad she could not read my thoughts.
"Good afternoon Mr. Jacobs," she said with a smile before taking some coffee into the meeting room.
"Hello," I replied as I smiled back.
She left the door open behind her as her hands were full.
"I'm glad you have a man for the lead. There should be at least one man in the room when anything is discussed," John Harding stated. Their conversation was harder to tune out with the door much more open now.
"I concur," my boss Terrance said with a bit of a huff.
"Thank you Ellen," he mentioned to the young girl.
"You are most welcome Mr. Jones," the brunette secretary replied cheerfully.
Ellen smiled again as she passed by me on her way back to the Vice President's office. Ellen was Vanessa's secretary. At the last minute Terrance decided to leave Vanessa out of this meeting as he said that John Harding preferred doing business with men than with women. To say that Vanessa was not happy was a total understatement. She had put a lot of work into our proposal. More than me in fact. But she bit her lip and stayed in her office.
More like fumed in her office I figured.
"So I hear that a woman is heading up the project on your end. That's new for you John," Terrance said bluntly.
"Yes, my wife insisted that Rachael get the lead," John replied.
His wife insisted? Why?
"Your wife is involved in the company now?"
"Yeah, about six months or so ago she decided she wanted to take a more active role in our company. Since she technically owns half, it has been hard to keep her happy and work around it. Rachael has helped in that regard. Rachael—"
Just then Rachael arrived. I lost my focus on the conversation in the room and focussed on my former secretary.
My hot looking former secretary.
She was clad in a baby blue blouse and skirt that looked great with her long, red hair and green eyes. Her heels were also baby blue and contrasted well with her much darker blue stockings. She looked so amazing in that outfit.
Part of me wished I did not have to fire her earlier this year. She had been a good secretary. But then I would not have needed to hire Denise. Well, actually, then the company would not have hired Denise to be my secretary, And that was after I had several temps.
Rachael looked at me with a bit of a scowl on her face.
"You're waiting outside? Why?" Rachael asked in a demanding and more than slightly condescending voice.
Her lips looked so luscious coated in red gloss lipstick.
Much like Denise's often looked.
I was taken aback by her commanding presence and by her snippy comment. I had not known what to expect. I thought she might be not the happiest to work with me, but I did expect that she would at least feign professionalism and appear friendly towards me on the outside.
I certainly did not expect her to come in like a harpy.
My heart sank.
It did not bode well for our proposal.
"Hmm?" Rachael added impatiently and with some disdain as I had not responded to her yet.
"Well, I could hear that they were having a conversation, and I thought I might interrupt it," I stammered out still taken aback by her.
Rachel rolled her eyes at me, turned and strode into the conference room.
I followed her.
"Here is Rachael," Mr Harding said. "She is the great asset to our company that I told you about," he added.
"I certainly hope that John only had good things to say about me," Rachael stated with a professional smile as she reached her hand out to my boss.
My boss took it and shook it.
"Yes he did. And my, you look just as lovely as I had also heard," Terrance complimented the hot looking redhead.
She just smiled in return. I thought I caught a glimpse of an 'I am more than just a pretty face' look on her.
Or maybe I just imagined that.
"And this is Shaun," Terrance said as he introduced me.
I followed suit and shook Mr Harding's hand.
"I am honoured to be meeting you in person Mr. Harding," I said.
"You can call me John. I have been hearing good things about you, and not all from your boss or Rachael," he replied with a slight wink.
Good things from Rachael?
"You always were one to check out your dance partners before offering them your hand," Terrance said with a chuckle.
Mr Harding chuckled a bit too.
"I know you two know each other, so no introductions needed," John Harding said as he looked from Rachael to me and back to Rachael.
"Shall we begin?" Rachael asked sounding very professional and not at all warm.
We all sat down. Us on one side, them on the other of the heavy, oak boardroom table. It was wide and a bit taller than most tables. I think it was bought to seem a bit intimidating. I heard that the first CEO and most of the board were rather tall and large.
Or so the story goes.
They had their folders of documents and we had ours. Both Terrance and John were old school. We brought files to meetings, not laptops. It could have been a long meeting.
Fortunately or unfortunately, that wasn't going to be the case.
"Let's cut to the chase," John said. "We like your proposal."
