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I will make no promises, but I hope to add numerous chapters in the coming weeks. And please, if you would like to inflict some of this on me, get in touch.....

Chris sat at his desk, working harder than he had ever worked before. Jenn had dropped her weekly collation reports folder on his desk twenty minutes ago without a word, giving him an evil grin. They represented at least three hours of work, and he was a little behind in his own data-entry. Ideally, he would just stay late at the office to make sure he could get everything finished, but his presence was demanded by Rosa on cam tonight just thirty minutes after the close of the working day. He had her latest email open behind the spreadsheets that were making him crosseyed already, and despite himself he couldn't help clicking onto it and re-reading it from time to time. He read it one more time:

"Morning moron,

I hope you had fun getting the superglue out of your hair last night, how did it go?! I'm half imagining that you had to just cut it all out and now you're sitting there at work with bald patches all over your head to go with your missing eyebrows and bare legs and armpits and everything. You have NO idea how thrilling this is for me, Chrissy.

I bet you hate me calling you 'Chrissy', it sounds pretty girly doesn't it? I probably shouldn't tell you this and keep it as a surprise, but I've been looking into 'deed poll' - you know, where you legally change your name? It seems to be remarkably easy and straightforward, so I might be having you change your name in the very near future. Hmm, how does 'Crystal' sound to you, darling? HA HA HA HA HA ! I'll keep thinking on that.

Anyway, don't forget to do anything Jenn asks in the office. I'll be on constant touch with her so you can't get away with anything, my little blackmailed sissy, remember that. Make sure you do a good job on her collation reports by the way; you'll be harshly punished for the slightest mistake.

OK I've got better things to do than email the world's biggest dickhead. Be on cam at six, naked, with your lips and eyebrows painted with tippex, and a clothespeg on each nipple and one on your tongue. Bye for now"

Chris couldn't help himself, the email turned him on. He had wanted to witness and experience real, outright cruelty and sadism, and he was getting it in spades. He felt the cruel confines of the chastity lock around his manhood for the umpteenth time of the day. It was a terrible, cruel feeling, yet it wasn't entirely unpleasant; the lock allowed him room to get at least partially aroused, and this was better than nothing. Chris was trying to look on the bright side; he had brought all this upon himself and he was telling himself that he had to try to embrace it and accept that he was getting everything he had dreamed of and more. He even felt a strange pleasure in getting to experience things that almost nobody else did. "Who else knows what's involved in getting superglue out of your hair?!" he thought, and a wry smile twisted his lips.

He had been mightily relieved to find he could remove the glue. It hadn't been easy, but like the tippex before the superglue had come out with repeated rough shampooing. There were certainly still bits of it in his hair, but overall his hair looked just fine.

His musing was interrupted by Jenn's face coming into the periphery of his vision, as she leaned across the desk.

She spoke in a low voice. "I don't hear any typing, bitchboy. I want my reports done EARLY remember...."

He looked up. Jenn's face had an expression of disdain, superiority, amusement, satisfaction, pleasure.... Just two days ago he hadn't the slightest clue that she had this in her. People could be very surprising.

He blushed, and lied; "Sorry Jenn, I was just double-checking some of my entries".

She sat back. "Just get it done. But I want a cup of tea. Now!"

He nodded, and scurried to the office kitchen. Placing her mug of tea down a few minutes later, he couldn't help seeing that Jenn was chatting on MSN and he caught a glimpse of the name 'Rosa'.

Jenn didn't acknowledge or thank him for the tea, naturally, but said "Yes, I'm chatting with Rosa, Chrissy."

As he sat back down, she asked "So, are you going to try for a chance to wank this month, on the 28th?"

He went bright red. Rosa was telling Jenn EVERYTHING.

"Well?!" she asked, with a smile of pure amused contempt on her face.

"Um... maybe.. I don't know....."

"Well", said Jenn playfully, sitting back and taking a sip of the tea, "I'll throw you a bone Chrissy, I'll be one of the three people you need to watch, just to help you out. Just this once!"

He gaped at her.

"You're welcome!" she said, in a tinkly, sing-song voice. It was as if she had just offered to fetch him something from the stationery cupboard, rather than having just offered to watch him take his one monthly opportunity to unlock his genitals and then masturate on webcam in front of multiple viewers, dressed in outrageous drag.

Chris was getting as hard as he was able, for the umpteenth plus one time of the day.

He shook his head slightly, and turned back to the weekly collation report. He concentrated hard on the work, until Jenn spoke again after half an hour.

"By the way Chrissy, I can't BELIEVE what Rosa is planning to make you do tonight!"

He looked up. Jenn - beautiful Jenn who had always seemed like the archetypal 'nice girl' - was laughing at him.

"All I can say is YUK!" she added. She tossed her head as she giggled, and everything moved; her gorgeous dark hair, her full lips, her perfect white teeth, the round globes under her tight black sweater. What would it be like to be with her, to have her? 'I'll never know', Chris reflected, as he felt the cruel, unbending tube on his penis that would be there for as long as ruthless Rosa decided.

Suddenly, for all his positive thinking, he wasn't looking forward to tonight.