Mailboys Uncaged by storymac,storymac

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Elena was an assistant purchasing manager at D-Flowco and her best friend, Gloria, was a mailgirl. Gloria was only three months away from completing her two-year mailgirl contract when both her parents asked her to come home because they’d been seriously injured in a car crash and needed her to help them. D-Flowco was willing to let her leave on compassionate grounds, but she would forfeit her end of contract bonus payment which was substantial. She was given one option to preserve the bonus. Ms. Oyama said Gloria could recruit someone at the company to complete her contract. Elena was stunned when Gloria approached her after work, but after thinking about it overnight, agreed to help her friend.

The transition happened fast. In no time at all, Elena became the new Mailgirl 4. She walked into HR to sign the contract dressed for work as usual and walked out naked and barefoot with Gloria carrying her clothes down to the change room in a paper bag. Elena and Gloria, both Latinas, were gorgeous with collar-length brown hair, generous lips, 38D breasts and similar five-foot-eight-inch-tall body types. Few people even noticed the change. Their faces were different, but not many people looked at the faces of the mailgirls at all, as most focused on their breasts and bare pussies as they walked toward them and their asses as they walked away. The smartphone photo shooting that had been intense when the mailgirl program began had faded out, so no one noticed her photos online and told Elena’s family what she had become. She certainly wasn’t about to start that conversation and face the inevitable harsh criticism.

Felipe, Mailgirl 4’s brother, was unemployed and deeply in debt. He took on big student loans when studying to become a veterinarian, but his poor study habits and lack of focus led to him to dropping out of vet school. He had big debts and no professional salary to pay them off. He got evicted from his apartment for falling behind paying the rent and he moved onto his older sister’s couch.

Felipe knew his sister did some sort of office work at D-Flowco, but had no idea she did it naked. Without revealing her secret she told him about how the new mailboy program could help him get out of debt and off her couch. She also thought it would instill some of the self-discipline she thought he lacked. He was a good looking Latino man with curly, black hair. He had a great body from surfing, soccer and workouts at the gym, but he resisted the idea of working without any clothing. She reminded him he didn’t have a problem playing volleyball naked in front of dozens of people on a nude beach. He was desperate enough to agree. They filled in the application form on the website together, and listed her as his emergency contact.

D-Flowco had recruited all its mailgirls from within. The work was highly confidential and some of the data was very sensitive, so a high level of security was required. All of its employees had passed security and reference checks before being hired. Mailgirl 4 was a perfect ten and Naomi wanted to sign her to a full two-year contract after her three months was complete. When she read Felipe’s application, she saw it as a way to encourage Mailgirl 4 to stay to look out for her little brother.

Two days later, Elena was standing naked in feet position with her hands behind her back when Felipe walked into the office for his interview. He was shocked and asked her what she thought she was doing? She stayed silent and Ms. Oyama, answered for her. “When you are at work, you will address her as Mailgirl 4. Your catch-up on family news can wait until you have left the building at the end of your shift,” she said. Ms. Oyama offered to pay off half his debts as part of a two-year contract with the option to pay off the rest for another two years as a mailboy. He signed the contract.

An attractive, dark-haired woman stood nearby. He noticed some sort of leather strap hanging from her belt. He did not know it at the time, but this was his first meeting with a woman who would own him in ways he could not imagine. Mistress M ordered him to strip and he did as he was told.

Mistress M sat in a chair, and the new Mailboy 22 stood in front of her as she selected a metal ring to encircle his cock and balls which she held in one hand. Before she could slide his cock into the cage, he started to get an erection in front of the three women. “Erections are not permitted,” she said, and used her hand to slap his penis which continued to grow. “Being naked with your big sister must be a turn on for you. 4, get a bowl of ice cubes and cold water from the break room down the hall.”

She returned quickly. “4 and 22, knees position, side by side,” Mistress M said. “Place the bowl beneath, 22, so his cock and balls are fully immersed.” He gasped as his genitals dipped into the icy bath and he was soft in a few seconds. Passing 4 a tube of cooling lubricant, she told her to generously cover his cock and stuff it into the cage. Mailboy 22 was shocked to have his naked sister holding and rubbing his cock, but her fingers moved fast and he was caged before his erection could return.

Mistress M locked a collar around his neck and summoned 21 to take him on a training run with their MMUs synchronized. Two mailboys walking together was something new and many people took notice as the two of them moved from office to office.

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On his third day, 22 was getting used to his new reality as a mailboy. He swallowed the anti-erection pill provided by Mistress M, undressed in full view of everyone watching from the coffee shop and folded his clothes neatly into the cubbyhole with his number. He relieved himself in one of the row of metal toilets. They had no partitions and offered no privacy from people in the change room, but could not be seen from outside the room.

After his shave and shower he returned to his cubbyhole to remove his MMU from the charger. He dropped into the knees position in front of Mistress M, who locked his collar around his neck. A number 22 dog tag hung from his collar. “Toes,” she said. She reached between his legs to fondle his cock and balls and check to be sure he was shaved to mailboy standards. Her inspection also confirmed that the pill was working as his penis remained limp. “You’re on your own today starting with the 7:00am shift on the yoga mat,” she said.

Mistress M was the only regular D-Flowco employee allowed to touch a mailgirl or mailboy. The mailgirls sometimes touched each other in the showers where some of them rubbed themselves, or each other, to an orgasm when the sexual tension of walking around the office naked grew too much to ignore.

After the yoga show, and a couple of hours into his morning, he encountered his sister on the floor of the elevator lobby surrounded by guys with smartphones taking her picture.

4 was having a busy morning and welcomed the chance to rest in knees position on the mailgirl mat in the foyer on the third floor. As she bent forward to drink from the dog water dish in front of her, she steadied herself with one hand and held her hair to the side with the other. She was aware of how much she was showing to anyone who walked up behind her, but after several weeks of being a naked mailgirl, she didn’t worry about it too much. After three months, it would be over. All her life she’d been reminded of how to sit politely when wearing a dress to keep certain things hidden. Now she was doing the opposite.

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