Party for the Staff (EmmaS Tribute 2) (Patreon)

Dr. Michael Stanford stepped into the room that months ago had been his personal library and office. The pink ballet boots made it difficult for him to keep his balance, a task only made harder by the heavy steel chain connecting his ankles at about two feet distance. His eyes rested on the glasses set up onto the serving tray fastened around his waist. They were gently sliding from left to right with every short, exhausting step he took. The tray was held in its position by chains running from each corner to Dr. Stanford nipples. He hated this painful burden, but he knew it was nothing compared to what Stella would do to him should he spill only a drop of champagne, let alone drop a glass.

For a while, the former college professor was happy with his role under his new wife Caroline. A submissive guy in the first place, Caroline had taken full control of him in no time. During the course of just a few months after their wedding, she had turned him from boss into a chastised, cuckolded and sissified slave. He let it all happen, and although Caroline had continuously pushed his limits, he had still enjoyed his journey down the rabbit hole. Then Caroline’s daughter from her previous marriage had moved in. Stella was young, spoiled and her greatest pleasure seemed to come from humiliating her stepfather. Once Caroline had made sure she had unhindered access to all her hubby’s accounts and assets, she had moved to Miami and left Michael alone with her bratty monster. He probably would have thrown that bitch out of his house and filed for divorce. Unfortunately, at that point he had already vanished from the public eye for several months, disconnected from all his former contacts, fully sissified and kept in heavy bondage 24/7. He could only stare and cry into his gag when Caroline walked out the door and did not even turn around.

That was two months ago, a time Michael had spent in pain, humiliation and – despite the miserable predicament he was in – constant sexual arousal. Stella just loved to walk around him in her sexiest outfits while he was tied up and in chastity. In the meantime, she had gotten herself comfortable in what was now her home. Today, she had decided to throw a little housewarming party and of course, it was up to Michael to serve the drinks. He had expected some of Stella’s friends to show up, which would have already been incredibly humiliating. To his utmost horror though, he identified the small group he was slowly approaching as former members of his staff: From left to right, he stared into the laughing faces of his secretary Vivian, his maid Lola and, probably the worst and most humiliating of all persons Stella could have assembled, his student Claire. Claire had always hated him for his strict demeanor at college and the bad grades he constantly had given her. Before he had left college to have more time for studies, that is. She was accompanied by her quarterback boyfriend, whose name Michael did not even remember. As Stella got behind him and grabbed the small chain connecting his elbows, the guests cheered and seemed way happier about the party than Michael.

“So, what do you think of your former employer’s brand-new attire?”, Stella asked the group. Michael was sweating, his calves hurting from his unnatural forced position. The embarrassment of the whole situation made his face glow red, while simultaneously his locked-up cock strained against its steel prison, contradicting all his other feelings. “Suits him so nice!”, Vivian answered, walked over to him, and casually grabbed a glass from the tray he was presenting. “Thank you, boss! How kind of you to take care of the drinks!” She strolled back to the others, obviously walking extra-slow so he could take in her perfect ass and legs. Lola chuckled. “You still can’t take your eyes away, can you? I remember how you always used to slap my ass when I was cleaning in here and you walked past me… Well, I guess now you’re the maid for everyone to stare at! Oh, pink is definitely your color, by the way!” The group broke out in laughter, except for Claire. Her expression was a mixture of delight and cruelty, as if she was already planning something for him. She leaned at her boyfriend and obviously enjoyed his hand on her shoulder while staring directly into Michael’ eyes, softly licking her lips. “All right everyone, thank you so much for taking the time!”, Stella said, “Have a seat and get yourself comfortable. If you need anything, Michelle here will be glad to serve you with… absolutely anything!”