Rand arrived after running practically naked through the streets wearing no pants, only his red briefs hiding his feminine scarlet panties barely containing his erection. The voice of the traffic officer who was holding his car for ransom demanded he take off his pants before allowing him to run to his office after parking his vehicle. She knew well he would be wearing red panties beneath his equally red briefs. The panties were extremely frilly and feminine which would show outwardly to anyone looking his way.

He got into this predicament ever since his wife Sharie decided that Amanda, his loyal assistant who did whatever her boss needed, should take on the role of being Rand's Mistress at work. Like any Mistress, Amanda now had total control over him, which she gleefully demonstrated by regularly spanking him and demanding complete obedience.

In just the one week since Amanda assumed her new role, it was apparent that Sharie was right. She said it would improve his efficiency at work and make him a better man. He should not have balked at her idea at first as he did for two reasons. First. as his Mistress she always was right in knowing what was best for her husband. Secondly, as slave to his Mistress, he would be punished (as he was in this case with a hard spanking) for questioning the wisdom of his Mistress. Sharie became the ultimate Mistress of them both in that Amanda served under her and had been ceremoniously spanked herself when Sharie's new arrangements had been finalized.

As he reached the outside door rotted with egg stained cracks and peeled paint, he blanched as he encountered a young couple in their twenties walking together hand in hand. Relieved they were not police, he nonetheless turned as red in the face as the skimpy clothing he wore. Never refusing to do as he was told, he was understandably anxious. He knew the difficult part would come when he had to walk from the car to the outside door of his office.

Ironically, the order did not come from either of his two Mistresses. It came from the disembodied voice of an auburn-haired traffic officer who had insisted he leave his car to get fixed if he wanted to avoid a ticket for reckless driving. Her captivating voice held such sway over him that he would rather risk arrest than refuse to comply. She demanded that he make his journey wearing nothing but undergarments and holding his shirt up for all to see.

As with his Amanda, he pleased each by meticulously obeying them even if it caused embarrassment to himself. He also readily endured physical pain if that's what it took to display his submission.

He was hurrying to get inside hoping the two street urchins would not notice him. Little did he know that the five hundred feet to the door would be impossible to achieve without acute humiliation as the young lady decided not to let an older man roaming the streets in his undergarments get away scot-free. Her shrill voice stopped him in his tracks.

"Hey Mister! Red underwear and panties? Got a hook-up inside and ya can't wait to get started, huh?"

Rand gawked at her with his jaw wide open. He stared but did not speak. Finally, he shook his head no and turned away until he heard her speak once more.

"What if I call my friend Lala and send her upstairs. She's always ready to take down old dudes like you. She gets a kick out of getting you older guys out of breath just looking at a young hot body."

"No thanks. I got all I can handle right now!"

As he turned to escape, the young man blocked the doorway. As Rand spun away looking for another way out, the twenty-something young lady approached and backed him against the wall. She advanced further as she pressed up against him, running her hand up his right thigh, dangerously close to the explosive zone. She placed her left hand directly on his package while her right hand was continuously stroking his thigh. She looked at him as he began to sweat. She loved the predicament she put him in and was in no hurry to ease his awkwardness.

Rand knew he should be upstairs. After all, Amanda wouldn't wait long, and the more he looked at her hands and his panties and briefs, the more embarrassed he felt knowing more people would be passing by.

Something about her kept him there. He gazed at her young, tight, and surprisingly hot body. Her tits were quite small, not not able to reveal much cleavage without a good sports bra. The rest of her body was not nearly as generously proportioned in all the right areas as the two other Mistresses that he adored so much. This person was nothing like them. She was thin, hard looking, almost tomboyish, not his type at all. He liked a woman soft with curves, yet her bold approach and dominant nature of reducing an older man to mush in two minutes appealed to his submissive nature.

He wanted to leave and get inside so that Amanda could still be in the mood to let him worship her ass. On the other hand, he adored the "hands on approach" of his tormentor. He could have just pushed passed her and her companion easily and been gone to his desired reward but seemed frozen by her touch.

"Please, I must go. I have someone waiting for me upstairs and she might not let me do what I want if I'm late."

"REALLY? Is it your old lady?"

"No."

He looked down as her hand got busy. The firm grasp she had on his cock held him but he made no move to slide away or remove her hand, even as she began strumming his balls and cock through his underwear and panties as if she were daintily striking symbols on a drum set.

She knew his mind was racing. If he was being transparent, he would confirm that he loved her touch on his sweet spot, as the bulge in his double red clothing couldn't deny. Yet she figured he would be guilty about his feelings. As for Rand, he wished she would just let him get on his way so he could get to Amanda before she got mad that he was late. His young captor smiled as she decided to amp up his torment.

"Are you lying to me?"

"N-no."

"N-no?"

She dropped her hand below his genitals and placed it on his bare inner thigh. He jumped in surprise as her hand touched his bare skin once more.

"N-no, I'm not...lying."

"Are you sure?"

His breath quickened as his answer almost sounded like Frankie Valli's falsetto.

"N-no...uh,..yes! I mean, no...wait...yes. YES!"

"Really?"

"Yes. Yes, definitely yes!"

She waited before speaking again, slowly stroking his thigh with the knuckles of her hand.

"Stepping out on her?"

Rand's normal speaking voice returned as he protected his principles. He would never disrespect her that way.

"OH NO! She knows all about it. It was her idea to turn my assistant into my dominant. She told me that I must follow her orders meticulously no matter what. I follow every command of Mistress Amanda without question but only because Mistress Sharie convinced the both of us it would be best for me."

"Why do you listen? Why don't you tell her off?"

"Who? Mistress Amanda?"

"Sure. Both of them as a matter of fact!" Her voice was soft and seductive but his answer was bold.

"I could NEVER do that."

"Of course you could. You're a big, strong man."

As she said this, she allowed her hand to glide upwards, stroking his balls again through the underthings. She squeezed hard. Rand emitted a low grunt but made no move to disengage himself from her clamp-like grip.

A glimmer of understanding came over her as she looked deeply into his eyes. She paused before smiling broadly.

"No, you would never tell her off. You would never disobey. You would embarrass yourself for her if that's what she wanted, whether it was Sharie or Amanda. Wouldn't you?"

He looked down, embarrassed. She was right. He was not embarrassed that as a man he listened and obeyed every word the women in his life said but that in this very brief encounter she was able to see through him right to his very soul. Finally he admitted the truth.

"Yes."

She released him and smacked his cloth covered balls.

"Yes, what?"

Rand looked stunned. He was being punished by this stranger but to his surprise, was not objecting.

"You would not answer the lady upstairs that way. Answer me the same way."

"Yes, Ma'am."

She smacked his balls again, sharply.

"Do that every time you address me from now on!"

"Yes, Ma'am."

She smacked him again, even harder.

"Unless I change my mind."

"Yes, Ma'am."

"Excellent. You are a good submissive. I love the way you as a businessman stand out here in your underwear just because you were told to."

"Please Ma'am, I mustn't stay out here too long. I could get arrested."

"Yes, you could. But you survived so far. I will make sure nobody will."

She patted him sensually between his legs, not surprisingly feeling another huge growth. She hoped they would meet again, knowing how her mere touch would control him to the point where he would do almost anything she wanted. But instead of staying to enjoy her attentions, he squirmed away from her for the first time, finally finding that he could pull himself away although it was a weak action that would not last long.

"I'm sorry, Ma'am. It's just that I was ordered not to stain my panties and Mistress Amanda may not let me serve her if she noticed."

"MISTRESS? I like that even better. Maybe later on I will be a Mistress of yours. I love how you obey. Did Mistress Amanda order you to run through the streets dressed this way?"

"No. Ma'am. I mean, Mistress.. I mean, Ma'am. OOO!"

She watched silently as he refocused himself.

"It was a voice from a traffic officer who would not let me have my car back and get to Mistress Amanda on time unless I did so without pants!"

"A third Mistress?"

"No Ma'am. That is...I don't know. She only spoke to me this morning..."

"Okay, never mind."

She held his face between her thumb and forefingers until he settled down. Rand was amazed at how she took control so easily.

She waited before speaking again.

"You can't wait to serve Amanda, can you?"

"It is my desire to serve her."

"Are you serving her in any specific way this time?"

"She said she might let me worship her ass, Ma'am."

"Well, that is a treat. I better let you go then."

Rand started running up the stairs.

"WAIT! She said might?"

"Yes, Ma'am. She could change her mind and put me to work without even letting me SEE her nude at all."

"And what would you do if this happened?"

"I would thank her for giving me hope and ask her if she'd like to smack my ass or even my face as a reminder of who is in charge in the office, Ma'am."

"And has she?"

"It only started this past week but yes, Ma'am."

"When you show poor behavior?"

"Whenever she wants."

"Well, you are well-trained. Now go before Amanda changes her mind."

As he was was about to go to the stairs, he turned back as if to thank her for their encounter. He watched as her gaze met his. She approached him closely, giving him a chaste kiss on the lips. She patted his left cheek and tousled his hair as a mother would a child. Her hand roamed downward, clutching the waistband of both his red briefs and panties, pulling back and letting go, snapping against his skin. She laughed at his uncomfortable position and watched him closely as he dared not complain. Satisfied with his reaction, she started to walk away. Before she left, she turned back to him sharply.

"Oh, one final thing. Since you are an older man, do you mind that a young woman started ordering you around as I did? Would it bother you if you were forced to one day call me Mistress?"

"No. No, not at all. Mistress Sharie appointed Amanda as my Office Mistress. It's true she is older than you but not by much. Although she was my assistant at the time, Amanda always had a confident presence which Sharie knew I needed to do better no matter the age difference. Sharie decided Amanda would rule over me at work and that was that. It has been a boon to me which I now crave. Sharie rightfully spanked me for doubting her decision at first. I am a lucky man. My life is run by her. The fact that Amanda is pretty is something else that appealed to Mistress Sharie as well. Both of my Mistresses are gorgeous with curvy bodies and commanding personalities. I love it."

A husky male voice suddenly chimed in.

"Ah, he only likes big, busty types. He wouldn't want you anyway, he's just playing you..."

Suddenly, he stopped. Rand knew that look well and saw in him a kindred spirit. It happened whenever he strayed from the path of obedience with the dominant women in his life. Without a word, she turned to her companion and snapped her fingers. He instantly looked up at her. She crooked her fingers at him and held her right hand out. Without hesitation he placed his face directly where her hand was. She reared back and slapped him hard, causing fingerprints on his left cheek. He grasped her hand and kissed it reverently.

He began to speak but she placed her fingers upon his lips. She slid her hand and gently pinched his cheek. She turned to Rand and asked in a most courteous and professional manner for a favor.

"Do you have an empty office? I wish to spank him."

She reached around and smacked his ass.

Rand looked with sympathy at her companion. For him, the best way to ease his anxiety would be for her to spank him as much as she wanted until she felt sated and for it to happen as soon as possible so he wouldn't be nervous waiting for it to come. Rand tried to accommodate both parties as best he could.

"We probably do. I'd just have to tell Mistress Amanda. I'm sure she would let me find a nice quiet office somewhere, especially if I tell her what you plan to do in there. Who knows, if she's not too busy she might like to join you."

"By spanking you?"

Rand blushed as he nodded in agreement. His whole face turned crimson. She could tell he liked the idea and was tempted but decided against it.

"That does sound intriguing. It is tempting to watch you get spanked. but maybe another time. I can't wait. We are going home right now."

She left her companion and went straight up to Rand. She placed her right hand on his inner left thigh and ran her fingers upward, flicking gently over his hard erection fighting to get out of his panties until she heard him gasp. She leaned into him and whispered in his ear.

"I can take care of myself, you know...and him. "

"I can...see that. Will...will you be around here again?"

She gave his cock a hard squeeze and smacked his balls firmly. While knowing this delay in getting to Amanda might cost him dearly, he waited until she answered him.

"Maybe."

She turned her back to him and started to walk away. Rand looked at her boyish figure, which never would have attracted him before but somehow he was totally smitten with her.

She took her companion's hand and walked with him, resting her head on his arm as if nothing had happened. As it was with Rand and his Mistress, the punishments were for correction and to enhance the relationship with her in charge. He could see they had a strong bond and that it was understood why it was vital to listen to the female at all times. Rand saw them as a loving couple able to outlast many obstacles even as he pictured her companion receiving an extremely sore bottom as soon as they got to their place. She would clear the air from any resentments and allow him to serve her for the rest of the evening.

Rand turned and ran up the stairs so fast he stumbled. He slowed down and climbed the stairs carefully. When he reached the top of the stairs he adjusted his undergarments. They had gotten a bit askew after his experience on the street and he wanted to be presentable for Amanda. He straightened his clothes, brushed his hair and prepared to enter.