The Research Institute

Early March, Janet and Mark's House

Janet sat looking at the equipment in front of her, normally Mark did all this, but he'd left for the airport, admittedly when he'd first told her he was off to Europe for two weeks she was excited, but now the reality had set in she was despondent.

It would have looked strange if she had have gone with him, mother accompanying her son, tongues would have wagged, so she refused his offer to take her.

Now she sat staring at the breast pump, and began to undo her blouse, Mark would do this while she sat in silence, concentration on his face, then he would go behind her and undo her bra, he would pick up the breast pump and smile as he placed it over her breast but only after he had stimulated her, making sure she was ready to produce milk. After both breasts had been milked, he would carefully put the milk in the fridge, take the breast pump, wash it and put it away. All the time she sat with her breasts exposed waiting for him to check she was empty. He did this by suckling on them, pressing them gently, and say to her "yep, empty", at which she would smile.

They would then make love, not that it went on for long, the anticipation was so extreme she often came just by him inserting his penis, on those occasions she would have multiple orgasms.

She lay with her eyes closed, remembering his enthusiasm when the CEO had singled him out for a troubleshooting mission. She remembered the conversation with the CEO, as told to her by Mark, he was so pleased by the recognition, the CEO, visited him in his office, most bosses would call you to see them, always a period of trepidatious uncertainty.

'I want you to sort out the European operations, it'll take you a couple of weeks, you'll be working with John and Gillian.'

Mark knew them reasonably well, they were both highfliers, yet Mark would be in overall control.

'They've got staffing problems, well Gillian has, John has a solution, and I want you to back him if,' here the CEO paused, if you agree with him that is, but I don't want to lose Gillian, so you'll be walking a tightrope.'

The CEO looked at Mark, 'you know I started the research institute as a hobby, I didn't need it to make a profit, but thanks to you, John and Gillian it's my best performing company, seems sex, especially kinky sex will never go out of fashion.'

Mark blushed, if fucking your mother was kinky sex than the CEO was right.

She looked down at the almost full bottle of breastmilk. Even though Mark wasn't there the milking action was turning her on, before she began on the second breast, she went to her drawer which contained sex toys, there was a monster vibrator very lifelike, a full eight inches with a scrotum, this has a rubber stopper on the end which was designed to be fitted to a flat surface such as a wall or a table leg, this allowed the woman using it to get down on all fours and back onto it, she'd never used it because she thought it too big and heavy, but maybe later today she mused. Instead, she pulled out her favourite, it was an awful shade of green, but she could fit it entirely in her vagina, so the colour was immaterial. It also ran on remote control, no awkward wires.

She inserted it easily, checking it was okay as she walked back to the milking room, it was secure, after fitting the pump to her second breast she switched on the remote, the pleasure was instantaneous, milk splurged as she writhed to the vibrator, it was one of those days when she was in the mood, Mark really loved days like this, his penis was never out of her mouth or pussy, but today the vibrator would have to do.

When her milk finally stopped flowing, she wondered how she was to keep it fresh until Mark's return, she just hoped that he'd not be away as long as predicted.

She switched the remote off and walked back to the bedroom, she opened her legs and pushed the vibrator out onto the bed. She took it into the bathroom and left it in the sink; she'd sort it out later but right now it was the turn of the monster to make its debut.

She wasn't sure of the height she needed so moistened the stopper and with difficulty inserted it into her pussy, getting down on all fours she backed onto one of the dressing table legs. It was the perfect height.

She began to agitate back and forth, it was definitely attached, however she realised she didn't have the remote and after a few minutes decided she wanted more, she inched forward until she was free, stood up and went over to the draw, found the remote and backed onto the "monster" as she thought of it.

Once she'd taken a few deep breathes and slid herself along it to moisten the shaft she switched it on.

It had nine settings; the tip would circle round on some of them moving inside her pussy walls, it was thicker than her green one and she felt it, it was almost as though it was searching for something. She carried on until she found the setting she wanted, the "thruster", it added two inches to its already considerable length. She rested her head on her arms, resting on the carpet, she purred with the pleasure, "why have I waited so long to use this", she thought, moving her body back and forth along the wet shaft.

She brought herself off, slumping on the carpet, she lay there and switched it off, she couldn't take anymore. "This should be a daily event" she decided, "as least while Mark's away. "I'll need to stock up on batteries."

She stayed like this for a full five minutes, reluctantly pulling forward to release it from her pussy, she could always reinsert it whenever she wanted, unlike a man's penis it stayed hard and firm. "I used to be a soccer mom, sedate and sexless, what am I now, she wondered, how should I be categorised?"

She decided to leave it there, on the leg of the dressing table and went to shower, she cleaned the green one, easy enough, and the monster which she washed and dried in situ.

She sighed and wondered what Mark was doing at that moment.

Chapter Two; The Research Institute; England

People in this story

Amanda; lesbian and sex toy maker and tester.

Elliot/Ellie; transgender male, claimed to be bisexual, sex toy maker and tester.

Angela; inventor and improver of sex toys, Gillian's second in command and close confident.

Gillian Forsythe; The head of the European Branch of the Research Institue

John Brown, Departmental Assessor (troubleshooter), most of this story is seen through his eyes.

Mark, Janet's son and Vice CEO of the world-wide research institute.

I, Gillian and Mark waited in the office. Mark spoke, casual conversation, 'never going to Germany again, waited almost four hours at customs, even flying first class didn't impress, sick to death of living in hotels as well, so I appreciate you allowing me to share your flat John.'

I nodded my appreciation.

Mark was regretting taking on what had started off as a reasonable assignment, he initially thought it a good idea to take his mother to Europe, she had the good sense to veto the idea, an executive from a sex industry company taking his mother with him, staying in hotels, people might put two and two together and get four, after all they were committing incest, his mother provided him with the best sex he'd ever had, plus she provided him with fresh breast milk, he told himself the first chance he had after he had landed back home would be to latch on to those magnificent breasts and suck them dry, he sighed inwardly, he was close to an erection and crossed his legs.

Just then there was a knock on the door, 'ah, Angela, thanks for coming in, I know it's been tough on you these last few months.'

She nodded her recognition at his genuine show of concern. 'As you know John and I have been sent over to take pressure of you and Gillian, any problems and the finger can be pointed at me. It's thanks to you that will largely allow us to win this case.'

She smiled, revenge was sweet, if they won that is.

'So,' Mark addressed the room, 'we have video evidence obtained by Angela on her personal phone of Elliot standing outside her toilet cubicle on numerous occasions, and a sound recording of Amanda sexually harassing her,' he looked over to Angela, 'we can't thank you enough.'

Gillian and I nodded our agreement.

We went for lunch and finalised the strategy, we arranged to meet up again at 9 o'clock, the next day, confident of victory, 'but remember we don't let on that I've ever met you guys was Mark's final remark.

The Following Day.

We were car sharing and had arrived early, 'so, how long have you known Gillian,' Mark asked?

'I first met Gillian when we were setting up the UK office, she had already made a start, so I was very much the junior, we fancied each other but nothing came of it.'

'When I came here the first time I found it was strange seeing the name Gillian Forsythe on the door, we'd started at the same time and I wondered how she had shot ahead of me, older, more experienced I figured, I tell you it was not due to preferential treatment because she was a woman.'

Mark was impressed by his candour, 'and when you came back this time?'

I looked over to Mark, 'I discovered she was a stocking wearer and from that moment on I was smitten.'

'Suitable attire for the Research Institute,' Mark said.

I grinned, 'totally suitable, though woman have an advantage in the range of clothing that they can wear, anyway I turned up one day and found her at her desk, she was distraught, it turned out she had sacked two of the staff who had broken their contracts, now she didn't know how we could finish on time. Between us, and Angela, we reached the deadline by the skin of our teeth, after that it was plain sailing, and the office became a happier place.

'Yes, you did well,' Mark agreed.

'Over the course of our time together I showed that I fancied Gillian, but she told me one day that our age difference of almost ten years, this was wrong, it's nearer five years but I let it go, however one interesting aspect did happen. We were winding down and I was awaiting a new assignment, so I had time to read a copy of the Daily Telegraph, she'd left on her desk, I subscribed to the paper on-line, but the rustle of newsprint felt good. It was open at a "help" page, it was a letter from a female high-flying executive who had a desire to be spanked'

Mark sat up taking notice.

'Yes, I put two and two together, was this from Gillian? So, I kept on reading, the next bit intrigued me, she fancied her young male "junior" almost five years younger than herself, she had a stressful job and his ability to take carry some of the load made her life less stressful.'

I set my phone on the Daily Telegraph app and handed to Mark, 'here you read it.'

It said, "she needed an assertive man; she wrote that the thought of him spanking her made her weak-kneed."

Just then Gillian and Angela arrived, Mark hastily handed back the phone.

'Are you ready to begin,' she asked, 'they're waiting outside

As we had planned, Gillian gave no indication that we were former colleagues, I realised after meeting the other people in the room this was the best course of action.

She made the introductions, 'this is Elliot, though I think it's Ellie today?' She looked across to "Ellie".

A large ugly man in woman's clothes extended his hand, ignoring Gillian, his boss.

'I suppose you're here to wreak havoc on our little group,' he spoke, extruding antagonism. 'Oh, and by the way, I'm female today.'

'I began to speak, 'I can never tell....,' but was immediately interrupted.

'What do you mean?' Ellie blurted out, angrily.

'Well, I can never tell if a man dressed as a woman is a transvestite or transgender, or again, just wants to be noticed,' I smiled. 'Also, it helps if you shave.'

Elliot brushed his hand across the stubble on his chin, 'I have a certificate, it says I'm a female.'

But by this time, I'd turned to Amanda and exchanged pleasantries, she was dressed in a man's clothing, ill-fitting to say the least. 'We share a flat together,' pointing to Ellie, 'it's very cost effective,' she added.

Share clothes as well I thought.

'No disrespect intended but if you are having a "relationship", does this mean that you Elliot, are a lesbian?'

'No disrespect intended on my part either but it's none of your business,' Elliot responded in a deep voice.

I nodded my acknowledgement and turned to Angela, she said nothing, finding the other two overbearing? She also acted as if we'd never met.

'I'm here to implement new ideas and procedures as advocated by head office, let's start, shall we?'

They all sat down, Gillian opposite me, crossing her legs I had a glimpse of stocking tops, a good start, I thought. Her skirt was slightly flared and of thick material, it didn't cling to her legs.

I classed skirts in one of two categories, tight; which meant if I lifted it to a woman's hips, it stayed there and ones that didn't, simple. This one came in-between those two ideals.

'According to head office you two had been sacked by Ms. Forsythe but subsequently appealed and were reinstated.'

'Yes, and rightly so,' insisted "Ellie"

'Can you explain why you intend to bring an action against Gillian, Angela and the company,' I asked.

'Harassment, lack of respect for minorities,' he nodded in the direction of Amanda, that and the fact we've both been dismissed once already.'

'Yes, you were, and it was justified, I'm afraid Gillian showed too much compassion and now the problem has worsened, you do know we have enough evidence to dismiss you both twice over.'

'Huh, nonsense,' Elliot snorted.

I nodded to Gillian, 'you can leave now Angela,' I said, she jumped up and was gone in seconds. Just as the door slammed shut, the screen on the wall lit up, it showed a few instances of Elliot harassing Angela.

Elliot and Amanda were silent, white faced and panicking. 'The company will take sanctions against you both and Gillian for allowing this situation to develop and drag on for as long as it has.'

'Does that mean you are getting rid of Gillian? In that case I'll apply for her job,' Ellie turned to Amanda and laughed.

'But if you leave the company of your own free will and accord, signing these documents, they're NDA's and a few others, we will also provide you with documents promising that we will not pursue this matter any further.

'This means you've put camera in the toilets, do you think we're stupid, we'll get you for this,' he spluttered.

'No, no cameras, that was Angela doing it of her own will, we knew nothing about it.'

Elliot looked over to Amanda, she realised she was defeated, 'we'll get some form of redundancy pay,' it was a demand not a question.

'What you're entitled to and no more, oh, a word of advice, the world is turning against this "woke" nonsense of being a man one day and a woman the next. Have you seen the news today, Sussex University has been fined £585,000-00 for failing to protect free speech, they allowed a few students to harass a professor into resigning because of her views on trans rights.' America has led the way and as an American company,' I emphasised the last remark.

Mark stood and spoke, 'I've come straight from the CEO, when I report back, he'll agree with this outcome.'

I gave Mark the car keys, 'I'll go and pack, when you've finished here give me a call and I'll pick you up, you can drop me off at the airport?'

After they had signed the documents and cleared their desks of personal belongings, Gillian spoke, 'so I'm being dismissed as well?'

'No.'

'Demoted, transferred?'

'No. I've decided to give you an over the knee spanking.'

She gasped and went red in the face.

'A spanking? But you're my junior.'

'No, I've been promoted since we last worked together, so I'm not your junior and I'm not ten years younger than you.'

She looked over at the open newspaper on her desk, understanding shown on her face.

She stood up, shaken and unsteady on her feet, 'I suppose I have no choice.'

'You can refuse.'

'No, it's okay, getting off lightly really,' resigned, she accepted my offer.

I took my time placing a chair in the middle of the room then took my jacket off, I sat down and waved her over, she moved slowly towards me, without saying a word I bent her across my knee.

I adjusted her position then waited for a second or two, the anticipation of what was going to happen wouldn't hurt her.

I reached for the hem of her skirt and raised it slowly, so it lay neatly over her back, the view of her stocking tops, the tension in her suspender straps, the almost see-through thinness of her underwear, her rounded bottom.

I slapped her bottom; she gave out a muffled cry, not of pain, that wasn't my intention, I wanted her to experience one of her desires, and so far, so good.

After each slap I ran my palm across her bottom, it was hot, she squirmed a bit but didn't protest or ask for me to stop.

I realised when I was about to stop that she was approaching orgasm, grinding herself into my thigh so I carried on. She tried to hide it but couldn't control her pleasure, she cried out loud and then gradually subsided as my spanking became slower and lighter, finally a deep sigh and a body totally relaxed.

'Ok, you can get up now,' I said, after a minute or two, she slowly hauled herself to her feet, I rose and moved the chair out of the way.

'I suppose you think I enjoyed that, don't you?'

I looked around, she stood in front of me, defiant, 'well, I know I did,' I responded.

We were facing each other, she stood hands on hips, I saw her right arm move down and behind her, I was expecting it, if it had landed, I'd be out on my feet, but I managed to grasp her wrist, she struggled but couldn't break free, needless to say she tried it with her other hand, again I was expecting it and held onto the other wrist.

I maneuverer her wrists so her arms were behind her back, I held her close against me, I could see the anger in her face, then my hands touched her bottom through her skirt. She slowly calmed and her body sagged against mine, I took a chance and released her arms, my hands were slowly lifting her skirt, fingertips on her stockings, then the thicker welt, the suspender straps, finally my fingertips probed into her panties and on her bottom, she was finding it difficult to stand so I walked her back just a few inches to rest against the desk.

My fingers now went between her legs, tracing her labia and then her opening, she frantically raised the front of her skirt and tucked her thumbs into her panties, within seconds they were around her ankles. I lifted her onto the desk; her panties were now dangling from one shoe. I undid my zip and pulled out my entire tackle, balls and all, my penis seemed to have a mind of its own as it snuggled momentarily against her labia before brushing them aside and entering her.

We were in close contact and there wasn't a lot of room for me to make deep or long thrusts, it wasn't necessary, she orgasmed in less than a minute, the second time in ten minutes.

And as for me, I came a few seconds later, we held onto each other until my penis became a shrivelled piece of flesh, we relaxed and kissed, she sighed, 'I've got plans for this company, let's go to my place and I'll tell you all about them,' and so we did.