Originally posted at https://samanthasummersinstitute.org/community/other-fetishes/gynocracy/#post-381
By AsianHotwifesCuck
I woke up, showered, and headed in to work. I was read to get back to work after a week vacation. I was single, so I always enjoyed going on vacation. This time it was Thailand. There were never a shortage of beautiful Thai women who enjoyed a rich American man and were willing to please in any way possible.
When I got to work, someone else was in my assigned parking spot. I glanced at the sign in front of the car to read “Reserved for Ms. Summers”. I checked to make certain I was on the right floor. I was. This had been my parking spot since I made Vice president of my division over 3 years ago. Confused and a more than a little ticked off, I found an open parking spot elsewhere and headed in to the office.
I swiped on access card on the executive elevator and headed up the elevator to my office on the upper floor. Having a great view of the city from my office was one of my favorite perks of being a leader. Yes, I took advantage of my good fortune to have been born male and tall. In the business world, I knew it gave me an advantage. However, everyone uses their advantages in business. Although, I sometimes felt like an imposter. I knew I beat out more qualified people because of what I looked like. I was fully aware of being someone who got where he was because of his advantages.
On the way into my office, I stopped by my administrative assistant’s desk. She was always such a pleasure to see in the morning. Her long black hair was always pulled back into a neat pony tail. Her blouse always hid her medium size breasts. Everytime I saw her, I wondered what those breast looked like under that blouse. Were her nipples high or low on her breast. Was her areola wide or narrow? Were he nipple sensitive? I have made several passes at her over the years but she keeps saying she needs to get back to her husband or some other bullshit like that. She has no idea that I often locked my office door and jerked off thinking about what she must look like naked. Maybe if she paid a little more attention to my personal needs, I would have put in for that raise she kept asking me about.
I snapped back to reality as she looked up at me. I tried not to be obvious as I stared down the front of her blouse before she looked up at me, but she caught my eyes lingering on her cleavage and said “Yes?”
“I come back from vacation and my parking spot is gone? Was it moved?”
“Um, no” she responded
“Well what happened?” I asked getting annoyed
“I was told to send you up to Ms. Summers as soon as you came in, top floor” she replied
“What the Hell is going on?” I lowered my voice suddenly realizing everyone was staring at me “Who the hell is Ms. Summers?”
“There have been some….changes this past week. Ms. Summers will explain.”
“Fuck Ms. Summers!” I whispered under my breath, “I’m going straight to Bob’s office.” I knew Bob would straighten everything out. We had been friends for 5 years and climbed our way to the top of the company together. Hell, he worked his way into a partnership, then bought out the partners until he owned the company. Unfortunately, his success put his marriage on the rocks. I never met her, but she sounded like an ugly, cold bitch. Somehow Bob always found the most attractive assistants to help him with anything he needed, though. And I know the couch in his office saw sexy action from several of them.
If I was confused earlier, I was more confused now. I headed back to the elevator, swiped my elevator key, and went up to the top executive floor to find Bob.
As I got off the elevator I noticed things had changed. In place of the photos of golf resorts, there were photos of flowers and beaches. Also sitting at the assistants desk was a man who looked more like a model than an assistant.
“Can I help you? Do you have an appointment?” He asked.
“Since when do I need an appointment to see Bob?” I asked
“Oh, you still need to talk with Ms. Samantha, I guess. I thought we had been through everyone. Wait here please.” He motioned to a small, stiff wooden chair next to the wall. I sat down and waited. I waited for about 10 minutes before a door at the end of the hallway opened and a tall woman came towards me. I could hear her heels clicking on the floor before I could see her face. Well, Bob must have hired a new assistant, I thought.
“Come with me.” She spoke with authority before turning and heading back to down to corridor towards Bob’s office.
I followed behind her noting the perfect black seems running up the back of her leg and disappearing under the hem of her tight pencil skirt. I watched her ass sway with each step she took. I thought that Bob really out did himself with this new administrative assistant. I pictured what it must be like to bend her over an office chair and pull that skirt up. My cock stirred as I thought about how lucky Bob would be to fuck the sexy ass walking down the hall in front of me.
As I followed her into the office, I noticed that Bob was not behind the desk. The woman I was following pointed to two chairs across from the desk. I sat down in a chair as the woman walked behind the desk. “I don’t recall asking you to sit down.” She said coldy.
I don’t know why, but immediately stood up as she sat down at the desk. I was suddenly very uncomfortable. “Much better.” She smile “We may have room for you afterall.”
For the next 30 minutes I was in shock as she told me that Bob’s divorce was final, and he lost the company in the process. In fact, the company was never really his to begin with. It was his wife’s money. His wife had trusted him with running the company while she tended to more lucrative business. His wife found out how chauvenistically he ran the company and was both angry and embarrassed. She decided she could not set foot inside the company and sold it to a new owner at a fraction of what it was worth. Meanwhile, Bob is now facing civil and criminal charges for how he mistreated the woman at the company. At the time of the sale, there were no female executives at all. The new owners saw the problem and promptly fired every male executive and replaced them with more capable women.
I was given a choice. I could either accept a new position in the company accounting pool as a manager, or leave. I would have no more assistants, no more parking space, and no more access to the upper floors of the company. It would be a significant pay cut. I would need to atone for the way I treated the woman employees or face civil and potentially criminal charges.
I was assured that the new owners wanted this company would be non-discriminatory. I would have the chance to work my way up again, but it would be hard this time. I would have to earn every promotion through hard work. I would need to impress the new all female executives any way I could. Lastly, I would need to work within the new policies which would be more favorable to the women employees.
I was also told that I could leave the company and risk civil or criminal penalties. Furthermore, if I left, my entire retirement plan would be forefit unless I stayed with the company for another 5 years. If I stayed, how much of my retirement I would receive would depend on my performance evaluations. I had managed to build up about $2.7 million in my retirement account. I was counting on that money to be released to me in about 5 years. I had very little savings as I was relying on the big payout. My own finances were a mess as I realized that I wasted it on a fancy apartment, trips, women, and expensive car leases.
She put the new contract in front of me. 80 hours per week. No vacation time. A much lower wage. In fact, it wasn’t really a wage at all, but a high interest monthly loan paid to me against my retirement account. I would need to downgrade my apartment and car to live on this salary. There were also very strict with performance evaluations ever 30 days. She made it clear how hard I would be working if I decided to stay. She also made it clear that I would be blackballed from any other job if I did not sign due to the legal trouble I would be in.
I was trapped. I had no money to defend myself. Tears ran down my cheeks as I pictured my new life. Working hard, no executive benefits, and monthly evaluations, any mistakes could subject me to immense legal trouble. I was fucked. My hand shook as I traded my executive elevator key for the pen in front of me.
After signing, she handed me a plastic object that looked like a phallus. I looked at her with confusion showing on my face. I had no idea what that plastic lump was, but I knew I wasn’t going to like it. A broad smile was clearly showing on hers.
“It is your cock cage. You will put it on and give me the key. We will not have you fucking anyone else at this company. You must wear this 24/7 according to your new contract’s atonement clause. Failure to do so will result in immediate termination, loss of your retirement, and the requirement to pay back any salary received.”
I took the cage and turned away to find a bathroom to put it on. “No,” she stated sternly. “Here. Now.”
I could only look at the floor as I unbuckled my belt. I could feel her staring at me, but I could not look up at her. As I heard the sound of my belt buckle hitting the floor when my pants dropped, I was suddenly ashamed at how I had treated others at the company. My new bosses would be those woman that I stepped over to climb the ladder. Even my sexuality will be controlled if I want to stay out of legal trouble and have any chance at getting my retirement account. She had me exactly where she wanted me, and I was completely under her control.
“Welcome to the new Gynocracy” she whispered into my ear.
Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/k9byqw/the_new_gynocracy_mf_blackmail_femdom