Oh yeah.

You have very little time to consider what you've just done, before your phone jingles, causing your pulse to race. You pull up the new text message from Mrs. Adams, and just reading it causes you to let out a light moan.

"Read it out loud. You're going to need to entertain me if I'm going to waste my time with this little thing." She says, grabbing your erect cock lightly in her right hand.

"It says 'Aw. I was kind of hoping you were a grower. I guess you'll always be Mr. Little Johnson. BTW, my husband is twice your size. Lol see you tomorrow.'"

"It's true." says Ms. Victoria. "She's sent me pictures. That man is quite gifted. " While she's telling you this, she begins to lightly stroke your cock. "Do you like that, Eli? Do you like hearing that other men have much, much bigger cocks than you?"

You can't bring yourself to speak. You can only nod. "Ooooh." she says. "That gives me an idea..." The way she says it sends a shiver down your spine, and it only gets worse when she pulls out her phone and starts texting somebody.

"Who...who..." you start to ask, but she grips your cock just a little harder, making you lose the question.

"Don't you worry about who. You'll find out soon enough." she whispers in your ear, as she stops stroking you, and begins to unbutton your shirt, kissing your chest on the way down. "One thing I will tell you is that if you behave and obey my every word, tonight is going to be the most amazing night of your life." She slides your shirt down off your shoulders, leaving you completely naked.

"Now, we can't have you just running around unrestrained." She grabs a pair of handcuffs from a drawer, and pulls your hands behind your back, clasping them tightly, before giving your ass a nice healthy smack. "Men with little cocks don't get to cover themselves. Now, bend over the couch."

You hesitate, but obey, bending over the arm of the couch, and sticking your ass out behind you. She steps up to you, and delivers another smack, this one harder. A squeak escapes from your mouth. "I don't want to hear any complaining. If you want me to play with little Eli anymore, you'll keep quiet, and... if you can't keep quiet... we can head out on the balcony and continue our night with whatever audience happens to walk by."

She gives you another spank, and you try desperately to stay silent. "That's better." she says, "We'll make an obedient little baby dick out of you yet. Now, while we're waiting for my special guest to arrive, it occurs to me that I haven't picked up my mail in a couple days. That's where you come in." She gives your exposed ass another slap, reminding you that you really don't have much of a choice. "I'm gonna send you down to get it for me."

"You, you can't just send me down there naked. I'm in a building full of my co-workers."

"You're right," she says, a sense of relief flooding you. "You could get arrested. Hold on one second." she steps out of the room, your sense of relief gone entirely. When she comes back, what she's holding makes your heart jump into your throat. It's a tiny pink thong with a small triangle of incredibly thin cloth in the front. You can only stand there, as she slides the thong up over your legs, wedging it firmly in your backside. She then turns you around, adjusting your cock so it's all contained behind the little triangle.

"There we go!" she says, "Your little cock fits perfectly. Now..." She takes a key off her key ring, and slides it between your teeth. "Go on down, and try not to let too many people see you. If everyone finds out you have a little baby cock, I can't **** you anymore, and that's no fun for either of us." With that, she shoves you out the door, into the currently empty hallway.