Humbled -- Final Edition

As she continued to suck on my member, she reached between my legs and began to fondle my balls. She squeezed them slowly, one at a time, in rhythm to her magnificent mouth movements. I quickly got that old feeling in my groin. It didn't take long. She was giving me one of the best blowjobs I have ever had. It was great. Too quickly I was spurting my man juice all over her face and tits. After withdrawing those lovely lips from my now limp member, she simply reached up with her hands and massaged my man juice into her face and tits. I told her that there was a towel in my private bathroom, but she said that Carol did not allow her to clean up after sex of any kind. Cleaning up her face was a duty was reserved for 'someone else'. I did not know who that lucky 'someone else' would be, but I would have loved to volunteer to do it myself.

Just as I was about to turn back to my computer, I noticed the details on her new body jewelry. First, I noticed that the medallion dangling from her neck collar was encrypted with the words 'Carol's Bitch'. I also noticed that she now had loops embedded in each tit, with a little silver chain connecting them. She also had four similar loops dangling from her pussy lips (two on each side), with a small chain connecting them in pairs. I also noticed that her pussy was now shaved bare, with the words 'Carol's Cunt' tattooed just above her slit. When she turned to walk back to her desk, I also noticed that her ass now had a new tattoo. Yes, you guessed it. 'Carol's Ass' was now tattooed on her butt. There was no doubt that Joyce was in love with Carol.

When I finally reviewed my schedule for the day, I noticed that Henrietta had scheduled a meeting at 9 AM to 'Discuss the New Corporate Structure'. What new corporate structure? I hadn't heard of any such plans, and definitely had not approved any changes. Henrietta also had scheduled a 'New Employee Meet and Greet' at 10 AM. Again, I knew of no such new employee. I don't get involved when a department head hires a new employee as long as that person's salary is within the departmental budget. But, this sounded like a new corporate official that she was planning to introduce. All such new corporate executive hires had to be approved by me personally, and I did not approve any such person within the last two months.

Just as I finished reviewing my daily schedule, Donald, the corporate legal director, walked into the office and asked for time "To discuss the latest new laws." This was getting to be a daily occurrence, for the PPP was very active in Congress changing existing laws to the benefit of women and the detriment of men. Doug simply wanted to keep me advised so that I would not get caught in the spider web these devious black widows were weaving.

"Well, boss, they were busy again last night," he began. "Effective midnight tonight, all men must be totally naked when in any public place, both indoors and outdoors. And the PPP defines a 'public place' as any building, structure, or occupancy, or land that is owned by, or considered open to, the public in general. I have been able to discover that buildings owned by private individuals or privately held corporations are exempt. But, starting at midnight tonight, it looks like we will be naked anywhere but here or in our homes." Obviously he did not know that I was now required to be naked when at home.

This was not a shock to my system, for I had anticipated that eventually all men would be kept naked until they were able to regain power. Since the voting public in the country was now 60% female, that probably would not happen for a long time. Besides, I was getting used to women starring at my big cock as it bounced whenever I walked.

Just as Donald was finishing our discussion, the door burst open and Carol and Joyce came bouncing into my office.

"Greetings, Daddy Pig," Carol commented. My jaw must have dropped a foot. The only person to ever call me "Daddy Pig" was my step daughter, Monica.

"That's right, Daddy Pig," she added. "Guess whom I met at the Big L Club last night. Your lovely step daughter. She's a real knockout. And a great carpet muncher. Joyce better watch out. But, then Joyce is a true subby, and Monica is a natural domme who occasionally switches as a sub."

"Carol, don't you have some work to do?" Donald asked his admin assistant.

"Yes, in fact I do," she responded. "Joyce, can you ask our guests to come into the room and collect their prisoner."

Suddenly three new ladies entered my office. All three were dressed as expected – naked except for a garter belt, stockings, and stiletto heels. Except that their adornments were all medium blue instead of black. And each also had pierced nipples connected by a small silver chain with a small medallion dangling between each tit. On two of them, the medallions said 'SCA Posse' and on the third the medallion said 'SCA Judge'. The two with 'SCA Posse' medallions were carrying a set of handcuffs, a ring gag, and ankle shackles. This did not look good.

The lady with the 'SCA Judge' medallion was first to speak. "Is there a Donald Eugene McHenry here?"

"That's the dirty rotten scumbag," Carol quickly commented as she pointed to her boss.

"Cuff him and strip him," the SCA Judge quickly ordered to the two SCA Posse girls. Quickly they had Donald's hands cuffed behind his back, the shackles attached to both ankles, a ring gag inserted into his mouth. Then they borrowed a pair of scissors and cut off his clothes, leaving him totally naked and in bondage.

I had not noticed, but as the SCA Posse girls were securing Donald three more of our admin assistants had entered the room. The SCA Judge then turned to address the five admin assistants.

"Ladies, is this the scumbag that forced you to give blowjobs, as well as anal and pussy sex, daily in order to keep your jobs?"

One by one, Carol, Joyce and the three other admin assistants all pointed directly at Donald and said, "Yes, that's him."

Then, the SCA Judge turned to face Donald and announced, "Donald Eugene McHenry, I hereby find you guilty of five counts of SCA violations, and therefore are convicted as a SCA Level Two Violator. I hereby sentence you to a public flogging of 50 lashes for each SCA violation, branded as a convicted Chauvinist with the letter 'C' on each ass cheek, then sold into slavery. And as a warning, any future violations convictions will by law require that you do the Air Dance until you are dead."

She then turned back to the SCA Posse girls and ordered, "Take this dirty chauvinist away and see that he's immediately flogged and branded. Schedule him for tonight's Slave Auction." The two SCA Posse girls then grabbed Donald by his arms and led him out of the building.

Then as the SCA Judge exited the room, Carol turned and looked directly at me with an evil grin on her face and said, "Well, Daddy Pig. See what can happen if you fuck with me?"

Just as she uttered that threat, Henrietta entered the room. "Carol, get your fat ass back to work unless you want to join Donald!" Carol gave Henrietta a nasty stare, but she quietly exited my office and was quickly followed by Joyce and the other three admin assistants.

"Well, well, well," Henrietta said as she gave me a sly grin. "Did you enjoy the entertainment?"

Suddenly it dawned on me that Donald's situation was not Carol's idea. He was an obstacle to be removed so that she could improve her position within my company.

"Yes, what you are thinking is true," she added. "And unless you want to join your friend tonight, please approve the following proposal."

"Your company is unique, for through careful planning by your father and your administration of those plans, you and your company have managed to evade all the new laws the PPP is instituting. This company is officially an offshore corporation that is wholly owned by you and you alone. The PPP can't change that. However, you personally could still be convicted of SCA violations. There's nothing about your offshore ownership that will save you from those regulations. And I hope that our demonstration this morning has proven that it doesn't take much to get a conviction."

"Now, here's what the PPP wants from you and your company," she continued. "Even though this is a private company, the PPP has decided that from now on it will be governed by a Board of Directors. You will be allowed to serve as the Chairman of the Board and Chief Technical Officer. All engineering and other new product projects will still be under your control. You and only you will have three votes on the Board of Directors."

"In addition, you will make a public announcement that effective immediately, I have been promoted from CFO to President and Chief Operating Officer (COO). I will have two votes on the Board. Very soon you will our new CFO and Board member, Susan Wright. And because she is the heir apparent to your empire, your step daughter, Monica, will also be on the Board. Both your daughter and Susan will have one vote each. That's seven votes total. Therefore, as long as your step daughter votes with you, you will still have controlling interest in your company."

"Of course, if you don't agree I can get Carol and her friends to include you in the complaint against Donald," she concluded. Naturally I had no choice and agreed to her terms. She immediately presented me with a document proclaiming her changes to our corporate structure. Funny, the document appeared to be written by me. All I had to do was sign it and it would become corporate policy. It was either sign the doc, or spend the night getting sold at the Slave Auction with Donald.

"OK, you just received an email from me. Open the attachment in that email, and send it to Joyce with your approval. She knows what do to, and within minutes our new structure will be corporate law." I did as ordered. Five minutes later there was a broadcast email bearing my signature to the entire company announcing Henrietta's promotion and the appointment of our new CFO, Susan Wright.

As soon as I confirmed the email had been delivered company wide, Henrietta reached over to my phone and paged Joyce on our inter-office intercom.

"Joyce, get your pretty cunt in here right now," she demanded. Joyce quickly waddled into my office, shaking her big beautiful tits the entire way.

"Now, as my first action as the corporation's new President and COO, I hereby declare this property to be clothes free," she ordered. "Effective at midnight tonight, the dress code for all women is a garter belt, stockings, and stilettos or total nudity. All tits, pussies, and assholes must be totally on display. The dress code for all men is total nudity. No exceptions. Any woman caught violating the dress code is subject to immediate dismissal. Any man caught violating the dress code will be arrested and convicted as SCA Law violators."

"Joyce, please draft another corporate broadcast email to this effect bearing my signature," she added. "Then go get Carol and get your pretty asses back into here. His cock and my pussy need some relief, and your mouths will do just fine."

As we both watched Joyce's lovely ass wiggle as she left my office, Henrietta next turned to face me.

"Strip, Daddy Pig," she ordered. "You're officially out of uniform."

Chapter Nine: Seventh Heaven

Just before arriving home, I figured that the Flogging Party that Monica and her mother, Mistress Michelle, were forcing me to attend tonight could not be any worse. Upon arriving home, I stripped at the front door as required by Monica. As I placed cuffs on both my wrists and ankles as also required, I could hear Monica in the middle of sexual pleasure. When walking past the main parlor, I fully expected to see Slave Sam or Mistress Michelle providing the satisfaction that my step daughter was obviously experiencing. Instead I only saw Monica in the room. Totally naked, with a gigantic dildo plunging in and out of her obviously fully aroused cunt as she was screaming in obvious sexual delight. I could not help but to watch her pleasure herself to completion. When she opened her eyes and saw me staring, I figured that I was in serious trouble. I tried to sneak away, but she quickly ordered me to stop.

"Oh, Daddy Pig, please come here," she requested. Only I knew that it was more than a request.

"I have some news for you. And I understand that you have a lot of news for me, too." Obviously she had already been talking with Henrietta and knew that she was now on my corporate Board of Directors.

"Hands," she ordered. I immediately presented my hands and she temporarily removed the cuffs from my wrists.

"Back," she added. I immediately turned and placed my wrists together behind my back. She quickly reattached the cuffs around my wrists behind my back.

"Floor," she instructed while pointing at her feet. I immediately assumed the proper position lying on my back with my head positioned near her feet. She immediately stepped forward, placing a foot on each side of my head, then squatted down and slowly lowered her legs so that both her pussy and asshole were positioned directly atop my face.

"Pleasure!" she commanded. "Get that tongue busy until I tell you to stop!"

"Slut Sam, BJ!" Monica ordered to her Mother's private sexual slave. Slut Sam immediately knelt beside me and began sucking my cock. I was now in seventh heaven. One beautiful woman was sitting on my face while another was sucking my cock. I couldn't have asked for a more fitting end to a very busy day.

"Now, let me tell you about my day," she commented as I continued to lick her pussy.

"Mistress Michelle, Slut Sam, and I were in the living room enjoying a little pussy licking chain when the doorbell rang. Slut Sam looked out the front door safety keyhole, and then came back into the room and announced that two ladies wearing PPP (Pussy Power Party) Medallion necklaces were at the front door. Slut Sam was afraid that they were going to arrest her, so we told her to go upstairs and stay there until called. I wanted to clean the pussy juice from my face and thighs, but Mistress Michelle said that a little pussy juice drying on your face is good for your complexion. So we both greeted the PPP ladies with wet pussy juice on our faces. After we let the PPP ladies in, they asked to speak to me privately. I told them that Mistress Michelle was my Mother, and anything that they had to say to me they could say to her.

"Monica," they replied. "This is private and personal PPP business. We must insist that we speak to you alone."

"Well, I never..." Mistress Michelle started to say. But, she was quickly interrupted by one of the PPP ladies.

"That's right, and you never will," the PPP lady answered. She then turned back to me and asked if we could talk privately, promising some good news. Mother was turning bright red with jealousy, which made their visit even more enjoyable. I agreed, told Mistress Michelle that we would be in your office if she needed anything. We then went into the office and closed the door on Mistress Michelle.

"Slut Sam told me that after we went into your study without her, Mistress Michelle immediately returned to her bedroom and turned on her computer. I had forgotten that everything in your study is monitored by our computers, and Mistress Michelle was able to watch and hear what we were saying and doing in your study. Slut Sam said that Mistress Michelle was raging with jealousy over the special treatment I was receiving from the PPP ladies."

"After entering your study," Monica explained, "The head PPP lady told me: "Monica, I know you are probably very confused right now. My name is PPP Goddess Irene, and this is PPP Goddess Katrina, or Kat for short. As you remember, both you and your Mother, Mistress Michelle, applied for membership into the PPP about three months ago. Until now we have not acted on your applications, for there was no reason to admit you to our group. In order to join you must be of value to our organization. As of today we would like you to join as a full member, not an associate or probationary one. And I am sure that you know all the additional rights and privileges you will receive as a full PPP member.""

Monica was now humping my face with vigor. "My memory was racing in overdrive," Monica continued to explain.

Monica already knew that under the new PPP political structure, a feudal caste or social class system was back in place. All people now belonged to one of five social class or caste levels -- each one with different rights and privileges. The first and highest is the PPP itself. Everyone who is not a full PPP member is beneath them. They have the most rights and privileges, and only answer to other PPP members. Naturally, all political and business leaders were PPP members. And to belong to the PPP, one had to be born with a pussy.

The Free Women are the next highest social class or caste, followed immediately by the Voluntary Pussy Slaves (Slut Sam is a VPS). Then the Free Men (Men always were below all Free Women and VPSs in the PPP world). Below the Free Men are the L1 Criminals (women and men convicted of any Level One crime, including SCA violations). Lastly are the Sex Slaves (women and men convicted of Level Two crimes are sold into sexual slavery). Of course, there was one other caste, but those members have a very short life expectancy. Those convicted of any Level Three crime, SCA or otherwise, always receive the mandatory public whipping followed by the required 'Air Dance' (PPP jargon for public hanging).

"PPP Goddess Irene went on to explain the changes that had occurred at your company earlier in the day," Monica added,"and how they wanted me to serve on its Board of Directors. But to serve on the Board, I have to be a PPP member. Therefore, I was immediately invited to join the PPP. As soon as I agreed, I was granted the official title of PPP Goddess Monica. (She now outranked all living in Daddy Pig's mansion, including her mother or step father.) Then PPP Goddess Kat placed an official PPP Medallion necklace around my neck, dropped to her knees and granted me the traditional Pussy Power Party greeting (a quick pussy lick with her tongue)."

Later Monica learned that after the PPP Goddesses left, Mistress Michelle was furious. Her daughter was now a member of the PPP, something Mistress Michelle had been trying to gain her entire life. She not only was richer than her mother, but now more powerful, too. Something Mistress Michelle vowed to change. But, she needed a plan.

After PPP ladies left, Goddess Monica, Mistress Michelle, and Slut Sam had a pussy licking lunch. Shortly afterwards, Mistress Michelle observed her daughter placing her PPP Medallion necklace into her purse, then she went to her bedroom for an afternoon siesta. Michelle waited until her daughter closed her door, then snuck back down and removed her daughters PPP Medallion necklace and Bank ID Card from her purse. She then told Slut Sam, who was busy cleaning the kitchen, that she was going shopping and would be back in about two hours. What she did not tell either Monica or Slut Sam was that if her scheme worked as planned, Michelle would never be back. But, Michelle did not know how true that prediction would become.

Monica also later learned that Mistress Michelle then proceeded to the Bank branch that administered Monica's trust fund. Michelle's goal was to use her daughter's Bank Card and PPP Medallion necklace as identification, then withdraw all her daughter's money and re-deposit it at another bank in her own name. Then she would have enough money to start a new life in another town. But, when Michelle arrived that the Bank and made her withdrawal request, the Bank teller, a VPS slave, saw that Michelle appeared much older than the lady pictured on the Bank ID Card. But, she also knew that the penalty for incorrectly questioning any PPP member's ID would be sexual slavery. Therefore, she immediately got her manager involved.