Black Tie Affair: Part Two

[Pantzlurkington]

"So, babe, I have a teensy little request..."
 
It was a lazy Saturday morning, a few weeks after we'd attended my girlfriend Mel's work gala. The gala where Mel's boss, Esme Buxfield, owner of Buxfield PR, had made every male guest strip naked upon entry. Well, naked aside from a black bow tie, that is.
 
"You have no idea how much Esme enjoyed making all the men take their clothes off," Mel said, as we lingered over breakfast. "I mean, we know she likes to depants men, but this was the most she'd ever been able to strip at once!"
 
"Well I'm glad someone's happy about it," I said. I'd only just got a replacement tuxedo – Mel had felt guilty and paid for half – and was eager to forget the whole affair had ever happened.
 
"Oh, she is," Mel continued. "She's been going on and on about how amazing it was to do that," Mel said. "And I think she wants us all to keep it up. Like, not allow our men to wear pants any more."
 
"Ha!" I said. "Well, it's a good thing she's not coming to visit. She'd certainly be disappointed."
 
Mel was silent. She took a sip of her coffee, looked down at her toast and bit her lip.
 
"What?" I said.
 
"She might be coming over."
 
Mel looked away. There was more.
 
"Okay," I said. "Tell me the rest."
 
"And..." Mel's face got slightly red, and she shrunk into her chair a bit. "And she thinks I took all your pants away."
 
"You told her that?!!"
 
"No no, no," Mel quickly said. "Definitely not. No. She um, made the assumption, and I just... didn't correct her." Mel looked sheepishly at me. "So now she thinks I took all your clothes and make you wear maid outfits like the one they gave you at the gala."
 
"Mel!!" I exclaimed.
 
"I'm really really sorry babe!" Mel looked at me with a very apologetic look. "Esme was going on and on about how women should be in charge, and men should be our playthings and not be allowed to wear pants, and that we all had a role to play in making that happen, and I just kept nodding and laughing and before I knew it I'd let her assume that we had that arrangement here. I never thought I'd actually have to prove it!" 
 
I stared. Mel squirmed in her seat.
 
"And now she and the senior staff are coming over to discuss a project this weekend. And...and..." Mel looked more sheepish and apologetic the more she went on. "And they're assuming you'll be serving us tea in a maid outfit!"
 
"Mel!" I said. "Come on now. One humiliating time with your co-workers was enough."
 
"You're right," Mel sighed. "You're definitely right. But what if..."
 
Okay, I thought. Here it comes.
 
"What if you did it, and Esme was so impressed that I got a promotion and a raise?"
 
She actually had a point. Given how much her boss liked to see men stripped and humiliated, that actually could happen. And you know, when it really came down to it, I could never say no to Mel. She's too amazing and beautiful and cool. If you ever meet her, trust me, you'll get it.  
 
"Okay," I said after a last awkward pause. "I'll do it."
 
The weekend arrived. I stood in our little condo foyer, ready to open the front door and greet Mel's boss and co-workers in a little black mini-dress maid uniform, complete with black and white striped knee-high socks and a little apron.
 
We'd actually got the maid outfit from Amazon for the occasion. Back at the work gala, I'd been given a pink maid outfit as a "party favor" to wear home. But Mel figured, if we made it look like I had more than one uniform, it would make the illusion more convincing. And somehow, black and white seemed a little less embarrassing. The socks were Mel's. On her, they looked amazing. On me, well, they were at least a little cute.
 
Still, I felt extremely awkward. Part of the reason was, I wasn't wearing anything underneath the dress! "We have to go all in," Mel had said. "So no boy undies!" It felt a little weird, but it's not like I kept a pair of panties kicking around in case we had to fool Mel's boss.  
 
We'd also packed all my clothes into a big plastic storage box. Just in case Esme started exploring around our condo, we could convincingly say Mel had taken everything and only let me wear the maid outfits. It was all a pretty crazy idea, I thought. But, we hoped, just crazy enough to work.
 
KNOCK KNOCK!!
 
The PR ladies had arrived. I took a deep breath and opened the condo front door.  
 
Esme Buxfield and four other women stood waiting. I recognized all of them from the work gala. Every one of them had seen me naked that night.
 
"Well now," Esme said, smiling as she took in my little maid uniform. "I almost didn't recognize you with clothes on!" The women behind her giggled. I couldn't help it, I blushed.
 
"Please come in," I said. Mel and I had agreed that I should act like a subservient maid as much as possible, to maintain our little illusion. As the women entered, looking me up and down and smirking, I took their coats, hung them all in our front closet, then ushered the ladies into our living room where Mel waited.
 
"Ah, Mel, you look lovely as always," Esme said. "And I commend you on your cute little maid." This got another round of giggles from the other four women.  
 
As they got seated on our couch and various chairs in our living room, I brought in coffee and snacks, give the ladies a little curtsy (hey, might as well have fun with it), then retreated to the kitchen and tried to stay out of sight while the women discussed their project. I had to admit, they were good at their work. After an hour of intense planning, they had created a whole new PR campaign for their client, a women's activewear brand.  
 
When I sensed the work was wrapping up, I returned to the living room to collect the empty coffee cups. The women watched me with looks of amusement. Holy smokes, I thought. Mel and I actually had them convinced that she wore the pants in our relationship, and really did make me dress as a maid. We might just pull off this little deception after all.  
 
And that was the exact moment when things went south.   
 
"Mel, you've done an excellent job with him," Esme Buxfield said. "I can see you're a kindred spirit. You're definitely going places at Buxfield PR."
 
"Oh," laughed Mel. "Yes. I've got him totally wrapped around my little finger."
 
"Men!" Esme said as she rolled her eyes. "Take their pants away and they're helpless. As they should be."
 
"Right!" Mel said. "I totally own him."
 
"Really?" Esme replied, a sneaky little smile spreading across her face. "Well then, now that our work is done, why don't we have a little fun." She gave the other ladies a mischievous look. I suddenly sensed that our plan was about to go off the rails.
 
"Strip him."
 
Both Mel and I stopped cold and looked at each other in panic. I almost dropped a coffee cup. Now what?! Thinking quickly, Mel attempted a save.
 
"No way," she said as she put her arms around me protectively. "He's all mine. No sharesies."
 
"Oh, come now," Esme said. "Everyone here has already seen your man naked. You said you owned him. Prove it."
 
"Hey, I'm right here," I said.
 
"No one asked you," Esme said coldly.
 
"Yeah, we'll tell you when you can talk," said the woman beside her. 
 
"Which is never!" said another. The whole group laughed.
 
Crap! We were trapped. No matter what, we had to keep up the illusion that Mel had turned me into a subservient maid, or her boss and co-workers would know that everything we were doing was an act. There would go Mel's chance for a promotion. In fact, her standing at the company would probably take a major hit. Wherever this went, we had to play it out. Die with the lie, so to speak. And I was pretty sure I wasn't going to like it.
 
"Stand still you!" Mel said as she stepped in front of me, her back to Esme and her co-workers. She whispered, "sorry babe," then grabbed my shoulders, turned me around, and unzipped my maid dress. She carefully pulled the dress off my shoulders, then down and down, finally letting it crumple around my ankles. She'd done this on purpose: in addition to the dress, my outfit came with a little white ruffled apron that tied around my waist. Mel had made sure the apron stayed in place. My butt was totally bare, but at least I had something, however flimsy, to maintain some dignity in front. For now.
 
Mel grabbed my shoulders again and turned me around to face Esme and her staff, who were all smirking at me from the couch. 
 
"Aw, isn't he a fuzzy little beast," said one of the ladies. "We'd be happy to shave him for you." I seriously wanted to curl up into a ball and disappear. Even though it was a smaller group than last month's big naked work gala, I felt even more awkward and embarrassed. At the gala, I was one among many. Here, I was the single focus of attention. Every pair of eyes was on me as the PR women stared hungrily, almost salivating.
 
"Give me your hands," Esme said. She stood and pointed at me, then at a spot on the floor directly in front of her. Oh god, now what?
 
I stepped over to face her, extending my arms towards her. She pulled a long black scarf from her bag, wrapped it around my wrists and tied them tightly together.

"Well it seems you're attending another black tie event after all," she said. The PR ladies all laughed.  
 
"On your knees."
 
As I knelt down in front of Esme, she sat back down, then stretched out her leg. Her right foot, clad in a shiny black four-inch-heeled Louboutin pump, bobbed playfully in front of my face.
 
"Well?" she said impatiently.  
 
I suddenly realized, she was expecting me to massage her foot! I looked over at Mel, who sat, wide-eyed and staring, at a loss for how to interrupt.
 
"Unh unh," Esme said to me. "Focus."
 
Well, if we wanted to keep up our little deception, I had no choice but to play along. With my wrists tied, I struggled to pull off Esme's shoe, but I eventually got it off and let it drop to the floor. Esme wiggled her toes, and I began to massage her foot.
 
I'll say one thing. I'm actually a very experienced foot massager. Just ask Mel! Not that I was giving Esme my best effort. Just enough to make it look good. But that was still pretty good.
 
"Ooh, very nice," Esme said as she leaned back and bit her lip. "You've got him trained well, Mel."
 
Mel still didn't know what to say. She stared, open-mouthed, watching her nearly-naked boyfriend massaging her boss's foot, Esme's expensive black shoe lying on its side.
 
"Good eye, Mel," Esme said, noticing Mel's longing look at her shoe. "Nothing like a pair of Louboutin heels to make a girl feel powerful."
 
After a while I switched to massaging Esme's left foot. I felt extremely vulnerable, even a little silly, with nothing on but the flimsy little apron, drooping dangerously off my hips, and stripey girls' knee socks. All of Mel's co-workers were staring, looking like they were ready to pounce on me and eat me up.
 
"Now you see ladies," Esme said. "This is what men are good for. Serving their natural masters while wearing as little as possible." The women snickered at my predicament. After a while my hands, tied together with the black tie and constantly rubbing Esme's feet, started to get sore.
 
"Looks like he's running out of energy," Esme said. She placed her bare foot square on my face and pushed until I fell on my back. Then she turned to the ladies on the couch and said, "See if he's ticklish."
 
"OhMyGodNo!!" I cried as the women knelt down on either side of me and began tickling my sides. "AHAHAHAHAHAHA!!" I laughed, squirming desperately. The apron around my waist, already loose, fell away. I rolled on to my stomach and tried to crawl out of reach, but the women had me surrounded. Two tickled my sides, another two grabbed my legs, pulled off my knee socks and began tickling my feet. Every so often one of the women slapped my bare butt, then immediately resumed tickling.
 
"AHAHAHA!!" I cried again, rolling on to my back. I was helpless, completely naked aside from the black tie around my wrists, at the mercy of the women surrounding me. They were relentless, pushing my hands up above my head to get at the even more sensitive area under my arms. I couldn't help it, I started to get hard, very fast. The women's eyes widened, their giggles got louder, and the tickling got even more intense. I thought I was going to lose my mind.
 
"Looks like your man has a weakness for tickles," Esme laughed.
 
"Oh...My...God!" I gasped, sweating and completely out of breath. "Please... have mercy..."
 
Finally, Mel came to my rescue. She grabbed my arms and pulled me away from the laughing women.
 
"Esme, guys, come on now," she said. "You're going to ruin him!"
 
Despite herself Mel couldn't help smiling. I must have made a ridiculous sight, naked, sweating, my hands tied together, aroused in front of a group of assertive, fully clothed women. All of whom were thoroughly enjoying my complete helplessness.
 
"Okay, we've had our fun," Esme said. "It's time to let Mel take it from here. And Mel, thank you for hosting us and for such excellent work today. Including getting rid of all your man's clothes."
 
"Oh! Yes," said Mel. "Um, they're all packed up, ready to be donated."
 
"Oh his clothes are still here?" Esme said. "We could take them away for you right now. I often contribute to a charity that recycles old boy clothes into usable things, like quilts."
 
"Crap!" I thought. Whatever you do, Mel, don't say yes! 
 
"Um... yes," Mel said. "That... that would be very helpful."
 
My clothes! No! This whole day had turned into a complete disaster. It was bad enough I had ended up naked and humiliated again. But now the ladies were taking all my clothes with them! I would literally have nothing to wear. But we still had to play along to keep up the deception. The minute the women left, I'd be online, ordering some pants from Amazon – rush delivery. Oh Mel, I thought. You owe me big time for this!
 
For the moment, however, I was still on the floor, sweating, breathing hard, and spent from all the tickling. Finally, thankfully, the women rose to leave. They filed into our foyer, two of the women carrying the big plastic storage box with every stitch of my clothes.
 
"Thanks for a fun afternoon," Esme said to me with a smirk. "And you can keep the black tie." This got more giggles from the other ladies. As they all donned their coats, Esme turned to Mel.
 
"Mel, I can really see a place for you on our senior staff," she said. "That would mean a significant raise."
 
"Oh wow," Mel exclaimed. "That would be... that would be amazing!"
 
"There's just one thing we need before we can make it official," Esme said. Then she looked directly at me.  
 
"We'd like to borrow him next weekend."
 

[Pantzlurkington]

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