Breathing fast, not yet relaxed from having just cum, I rested on my knees, looking right at Noreen's bare foot, in front of me, her leg still bent, still stable while her right arm rested lightly on Judy's arm next to her. My little gasping moans as I came had the attention of the other four women. This only heightened the deep feelings of girly submissiveness that still coursed thru me, even after my juices had flowed onto Noreen's bare foot.

"Go ahead, Jenny," she said, "clean me up."

I eagerly leaned forward, tongue out, and licked my cum off of her sole, then up to the space behind her toes, and then - rising up a bit - taking her toes between my lips and taking all the cum I could see into my mouth. As I did, I swallowed.

Noreen put her bare foot down now, on the floor, not back into her black open-toe leather shoe. She reached down to slip off her other shoe, then held both shoes out to me.

"Hold these, Jenny," she said.

I took them and hugged her shoes to my chest. The scenario was exquisite. I wanted so much to show my true subby self to these strong women, for them to know that I'd do whatever they wanted. I could feel my clitty respond a bit, even this soon, and more so because with my tap pants down at my ankles, whatever excitement I felt was openly evident to the women.

"Yeth, Miss," I said, as I took her shoes into my arms, my speech reflecting the little subby way I felt.

She turned and headed into the short corridor, making her way to the restroom. I scrambled after her, managing to get my tap pants up to my waist as I did. I followed her into the restroom.

She didn't go to the toilet. Instead, she walked over to the sink. She raised one leg so that her foot - the one on which I had cum - was in the sink. "Wash my foot," she said.

I put her shoes down and I eagerly moved to her side, squeezed soap from the container and made suds with warm running water. Then I took her foot in my hands - the touch of course exciting me anew - and washed her. After rinsing her foot, I took two hand towels from the rack and dried her. She took her shoes from me and slipped them on. I was hoping so much that she would use the toilet but she walked out instead, and back to the small conference room where the other women were still gathered. I followed her there, of course.

Now she turned toward me, the other women watching us. I was in my usual subdued posture in the presence of women, my eyes cast down, hands in front, my usual soft pose, as if wearing silky tap pants and a cami top, with my bare feet in think pink tongs wasn't enough to announce my status and desires to anyone who saw me.

"So Jenny," she said, "tell us what you love so much about our feet."

"Your feet are beautiful," I said, "especially your toes. But what I love the most when I'm touching or touched by your feet is that I'm being submissive, a little subby girly sissy, and that you know it."

"What about men's feet?" she asked.

"I'm a girly sissy," I said. "So I'll do whatever anyone - including men - wants of me. So if a man wants me to, I'll kiss and lick his feet. But it's not the same thrill for me. With men, I like to be a subby cocksucker for him, or I want to be fucked. I love being subby like that!"

I glanced up to see all of the women looking at me. Some of them shifted their posture or had expressions of amusement. I wondered if any were aroused. I hoped so. I yearned to be played with by them - any of them - so much! Then another woman - Katy, in her 20s, single I knew, a young confident professional - spoke up. She was smiling.

"You'll do whatever we want," she said, without waiting for my answer, but I nodded. "What about housework?" she asked. "Will you come home with me and clean up and do laundry?"

"Yes, definitely," I said. "As long as I can be dressed girly when I do. And I hope you'll tease me at times when I'm there, working or not. That'll have me excited, and feeling that way I'll do anything for you."

The women laughed and gave each other high fives. "Now you're talking!" one of them said.

What I told them was true. Even when I had been in a straight relationship in the past, there were times I was doing chores, and needed some instruction from the woman I was with, and that always excited me. It was the same at the office. Even though I was also one of the professionals, when one of the women was explaining something to me, that excited me. It was as if she was cooperating in my submissive fantasy, even without knowing it. But these days, my role was evident and my arousal, when I was aroused, also always evident. My silky pants were almost transparent. When I wasn't aroused, I liked that my cock seemed small, 'like a clit'. Similarly, when aroused, my nipples became little hard nubs, also very visible through my nearly transparent top.

Now Katy seemed to make up her mind about something. She nodded at me and said, "Follow me."

I eagerly did, trailing behind her. She entered one of the shared office spaces and closed the door. She turned toward me.

"You talk a lot about being 'girly'," she said. "But there's a lot more to being a real girl. Let me show you a bit."

She unzipped her skirt and stepped out of it, hanging it nearly on the desk chair. Her panties were short, white and tight, a silky cotton mix, not a thong but not loose either. She fixed her eyes on mine (I glanced up to meet her gaze) and pushed her panties down. Her pussy was neatly shaved at the edges but not completely bare. I then saw a short, thin string hanging down. She took the end of it in her fingers and spread her lips apart a bit, pulling out a tampon, obviously soaked with blood.

"This is real 'girly' stuff," she said. "My period."

She held it out to me. "Take it, Jenny," she said.

I held out my hands, cupping them to let her rest the tampon between them. The tampon was holding the blood enough so that it didn't drip, just lay there deep red and both moist and hard, a bloody tube.

"This is real female," Katy said. "Bloody and sweaty in all our glory."

She leaned back against the desk, facing me. She lifted her leg so that her ankle was between my thighs, the top of her foot then touching my groin.

"What do you think?" she said. "Excited yet."

I actually was, a combination of fascination and arousal. I nodded yes. She put her leg down and stood fully up. She reached behind her to her purse and pulled out two tampons from a package. There was a bottle of hand lotion on the desk (most of my co-workers had those around these days - a valuable accompaniment to the sex we were having). She unwrapped one and, bending over a bit, smoothed the lotion around her vaginal lips and inserted the clean tube inside her. She pulled up her panties and stood up.

"You keep that one," she said, pointing to the tube I was still holding. "And just so you can have your own period and feel it, let's give you one for yourself. Turn around," she said.

I did, and she pulled my silky pants down.

"Bend over," she said. "And spread your cheeks."

I obeyed her, half-bent over, cheeks held apart, the used tampon still in one hand. I didn't hear her use the lotion bottle pump but felt her spread the cream between my cheeks and then her two well-lubricated fingers entering me, creaming my 'pussy'. Next, she pushed the clean tampon inside of me, causing a little gasp and moan from me, my usual girly higher-pitched 'uh'. I felt the soft touch of the tampon string rest against my cheek.

"Now you're more of a girl," she said.

She pulled up my pants and I stood up. I turned around. She was smiling at me.

"Now be a good slutty little girl, and go find a man to cum in your mouth and fuck you!"

I considered it an order!