I was living my dreamy life in the office! Every day when I arrived, I changed into my girly clothes, eagerly dropping all of my boy clothes, sometimes with so much energy they ended up on the floor. Standing naked in my office, my door open, my smooth-shaved body fully on display for anyone who walked by, was already a thrill. My toenails and fingernails were polished pink, and I slipped on my pair of thin pink thongs - a match! Just like that, my 'clitty' was already showing my arousal.
I then used the 'supplies' I kept in the office - various lotions - to make myself ready for pleasuring. I loved applying lotion to my legs and my 'pussy', using two fingers there. My clitty became fully erect when I lotioned it as well. And my little nubs always hardened a bit when I rubbed lotion on my titties. I dressed in little cotton see-through tap pants and a cami top that showed my flat belly. That was it!
A big part of the thrill for me was being out in the office with others. In my office, the majority of the 'others' were strong, confident women, most of them younger than me, though there was an occasional woman in her forties. I loved having all of them know (let alone see) the real me. They all knew everything about me, including the way the mere sight of their bare feet aroused me to the point of a helpless state of excitement - and my deep submissive yearnings.
I loved being with them when they were talking business with each other. I always stood behind them, quietly and passively, not speaking up unless one of them spoke to me, needing an answer to some business question. When I spoke, I spoke quietly, in a soft voice, almost a whisper, eyes cast down but not so much I couldn't peek up at them. I envied them so much! They had all the things I yearned for. I wished I had a vagina instead of my small 'clit', that I had breasts instead of my flat 'titties', that I had their beautiful, strong, smooth butts and legs and feet. At least I could polish my nails, just as they did, and sometimes gloss my lips and cheeks. But even if I was a real woman, like them, I knew I would still be submissive, a little plaything for the big sisters and mommies I wanted them to be for me.
They let me freely wander around the office, being wherever they were. I was especially aware of the staff restrooms and often hovered around them, hoping one of them would invite me in with them. If no one did, I often entered the restroom after one of the ladies exited. I would kneel down in front of the toilet, my forearms resting on the seat, feeling the warmth where their butt and thighs had rested. I always licked the seat and felt my arousal deepen in doing so. The restroom door was always open (I never closed it behind me). How I wished the lady was still sitting there, so I'd be kneeling between her legs, facing her bare pussy, eager to taste her and drink her pee, if she let me.
That day, I followed their voices, hearing a few of the ladies having a conversation in a staff room near my office. I approached and stood behind the circle of them. They noticed me, but no one motioned me closer. I was standing right behind Ellen, an athletic, tall, beautiful woman with long brown hair. She was wearing a dress, the hem just below her knees, with black leather open-toe pumps, with no stockings. No one spoke to me, so I sank down to my knees, kneeling behind her, my eyes locked on the strong calves of her legs and her bare feet in the leather pumps. Noticing me now, she laughed and reached down behind her to pat me on the head, as if I were a pet. This interaction also thrilled me, since that role - her pet - was one I was glad to play. She shifted her posture, moving her leg back a bit.
Taking these actions as permission, I scooted up a bit so that my knees were spread and her leg was between my thighs. I pressed forward so that my groin touched the back of her leg. She didn't move away. My fully aroused clitty was now pressed against her calf. The other women glanced at me, seeing what I was doing. But this was nothing special for them to see. They all knew everything about me so deeply as to easily understand that this scene - me on my knees, so aroused by this contact with a mommy's leg - was what I yearned for so much.
"Good girl," Ellen said. "Go ahead, rub your little clitty on me."
Hearing this aloud, excited by it, I moved my hips a little, pressing in little motions against her calf. She let me, standing still as I did. Encouraged, I put my hands on her leg, holding her as I moved. Knowing the other women were seeing me in this abject submissive posture was the fulfillment of a dream, even without yet cumming. I moaned a little, just a soft 'uh', and felt a slight wetness on my silky short pants.
Ellen moved her leg forward then, so that I wasn't touching her. But she then did something even more exciting. She slipped her bare foot out of her shoe and bent her knee so that her foot was raised, her sole pointed toward me. Her balance was so good, she could stand on one leg like that, but she put out a hand to the arm of the woman next to her so that she was more stable. I took her ankle in my hands, holding her so that I could lean down and kiss her sole, many little kisses on her bare soft sole. Beyond aroused, I then slid my tap pants down and pressed my bare groin, clitty fully erect, against her sole. I gasped and noticed myself drooling, while my clitty dripped a little cum on her foot. I was senselessly, helplessly lost in my arousal now, my hips making little jerking motions as I moved against her foot.
"Good girl," she said again, 'make your little cummy on my foot!"
Her words touched me deeply. I began to cum, my juices spurting out onto her sole, my moaning sounds, 'uh' 'uh' 'uh' louder. The other women turned to watch now. I felt completely subby and in thrall to them, so obviously subby and helplessly theirs.
