His Submission Will Be Filmed…And Graded

Long ago, before the internet existed, I knew a woman who had an office manager job. That meant she had reasonable amounts of authority and status, but she was by no means “the boss”, especially since the office provided services for a lot of “suits” from other corporate divisions. I believe she was fed up with butt pinches and lazy passes, because she had a prominent sign in her office: “Sexual harassment attempts in this office will be reported… and they will be graded!”

There’s at least a little bit of dominatrix energy there. “Pull your male bullshit in here? Me and the other office ladies will not only punish you, we will humiliate you!”

Of course, some guys like that. Those guys get turned over to human resources. Nobody ever got off on being investigated and fired by the HR department. I hope?

This was all so long ago, I don’t even think that office had video camera surveillance. It might have; the cams existed. But they were bulky and expensive. So I doubt it. As the world has marched along, though, cheaper and smaller cameras can now be found everywhere. They’re great for gathering evidence, but they’re also pretty excellent for deepening and prolonging a sub’s humiliation. And if that fails, there’s always blackmail, right?

It’s been a long time since I worked in an office. The stories I hear suggest that the most blatantly sexist bullshit has been forced underground by corporate policies with at least a few teeth. These days, men who want abuse from strong women mostly know they’re better off finding a real-world dominant mistress in their community, or camming with an online dominatrix at a site like Mistress World. That’s good, because not every woman has the status, the poise, or the economic security to assert her power in the workplace. Nor should they have to. Besides, the guys who like this sort of thing say it always works out to be a lot more fun when they actually pay for it:

Messier, too!

Image credits, from top to bottom: Office lady working hard while getting her pussy eaten is by Kerorin aka Kerolin. Unhappy mistress with phone cam, sitting on man in suit, is by Olg. Blushing man being pegged in the ass with a huge strap-on is by Or. Woman sitting on a submissive guy’s face and filming it is by Ole-M. Aloof mistress giving a footjob and documenting it with her digi-cam is by Momio. Phonecam recording of explosive footjob by a domina wearing baggy socks is by Hentaix.

Harassing The Cocktail Waitress

I’m pretty sure these are precisely the kind of parties that rich private-club-idiot “gentlemen” are finally starting to get the message about not throwing any more:

The artwork is from the cover of The Cock-Tail Maid by Clarence Symonette (LLP-162, Liverpool Library Press 1969).

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Fatal Sexual Harassment, 1909

Here lies George Spencer, who died on his fifteen birthday in 1909, the victim of some rather spectacular office sexual harassment that culminated in a tragic and fatal accident that took his life:

Atlas Obscura has the story, although they make rather too light of it in my opinion, never once using the word “harassment” and headlining it “Kissed To Death”:

George Spencer Millet worked as office boy for a well-known insurance company in Manhattan. To celebrate his 15th birthday, a pack of stenographers are said to have teased the young George with threats of a birthday kissing spree, promising to execute their love trap once office hours were over. Later that day, they struck, charging lips first at the golden-haired kid who, overwhelmed and panicked, dodged the furies and fell on the floor, crying “I’m stabbed” before he collapsed, unconscious in a pool of his own blood. Confused and shocked by the tragedy of a scene that began as a Benny Hill chase, the office members called an ambulance, but unfortunately George died on his way to the hospital. The autopsy, conducted by a Dr. Lebane, the coroner’s physician, gave the final answer…the fatal wound was due to an ink eraser, a little knife shaped like a bloodletting instrument, that George had placed in his shirt pocket. During the episode, the ink eraser stabbed him right in the heart, and he died from hemorrhaging.

The ink eraser in question probably looked like one of these (images are from a 1909 stationery catalog published by the Collier Stationery Company of Keokuk, Iowa):

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