Imagine yourself... dressed professionally.... a career minded professional woman at work among your Male peers.
you are happy. you have friends, family and a good job. you've worked so hard to get where you are.
Then, something changes. Something happens... something that makes you start to doubt your life's choices. you begin to see Men differently. More powerful. Stronger. Better...
Better than you are, surely. It's not simply one of them around you, however. It's all of them. Every Man around you is better at everything than you are.
you start to feel small.... then smaller still. Insignificant, stupid and pathetic... paling in comparison to the Men around you in every way.
your confidence in yourself slips and you make your first mistake. you're even more embarrassed at your stupidity than you normally would be simply because of the Male presence around you. It's not what you think that matters any longer... It's what They think.
you can feel Them looking down on you... judging you... seeing you as this stupid thing that is not now nor ever really was Their equal in any way. It was just an act.
It starts to occur to you that you are massively underqualified for this job. you don't even deserve to stand in Their presence.
One of them asks you a question as your self-confidence plummets even further and faster... you respond with "Sir" without even realizing. you've never done that before but, while you're instantly embarrassed, the title seems right.
He smirks at you as if to say, "Damned right, bitch!" and, for the first time, you feel your knees get weak and a wetness begins to grow between your legs.
Flustered at your behavior, you apologize to Him, which only makes the wetness increase.
As your own humiliation increases, more thoughts and questions begin to creep into your mind. Naturally, you overthink them as you always have...
Is it normal for you to feel this horny at the thought of His natural superiority? Does He feel the same at the clear evidence of your own inferiority?
Unable to control your eyes, you find yourself staring at the bulge in His pants, which He catches.
By now, the crotch of your panties is soaked and your nipples have hardened against the material of your bra.
More questions invade your mind.
Should you be dressed so professionally around so many Superiors? Wouldn't that be naturally offensive to those so much better, talented and professional themselves?
By now the wetness of your cunt has overwhelmed you and you excuse yourself from the Men in the room and hurry to the ladies' room.
By now, your mind is spiraling. How could you possibly make yourself more presentable to Men so much better at so much?
Quickly you remove your suit jacket and toss it in the trash. you never deserved something so professional. your wet panties come next, followed by the bra restraining larger than average tits. Both go in the trash as well. One last look in the mirror reveals a female that still has further to go....
you let your hair down and unbutton your blouse to the top of your tits... then another... then another until you are certain they will no longer see you as anything even close to resembling their equal.... but is that even enough?
Upon returning to work, you instantly recognize that the Men are now indeed looking at you differently.
you have never gone without a bra and, the feeling of your tits as they sway are keeping your nipples rock hard.
They've stopped looking at your face which makes you even hornier and more naturally inferior.
Again, "Sir" slips from your mouth as another one of Them addresses you.
It feels normal already, but you still feel like there is so much more to do to show each of Them how important they are and how unimportant you are in contrast.
As one of them "accidentally" brushes against you and cups your tit under your blouse, you finally realize what needs to be done.
Excusing yourself from Them one last time, you grab a pair of scissors off your desk and hurry once more to the ladies' room and stare at yourself in the mirror. Looking down at the jacket, bra and soaked black panties in the trash, you know the right answer to the question in your mind....
Now devoid of any rational thought, you reach for the placket of your blouse and tear it open, shooting buttons in all directions. Pulling the ruined garment off, you toss it in the trash, reach for the scissors and cut up the entire right side of your skirt to let it fall to the floor.
For the first time, the inferior cunt in the mirror stares back at its reflection and smiles with satisfaction. its nipples are hard enough to cut glass, the fuck hole between its legs is a sloppy mess and its inner thighs are coated and sticky with its own juices.
This was always what needed to be done and, even if it wanted to change its mind, there would be no turning back now.
Kicking its heels off, it drops to the floor and slowly crawls out to meet its fate...
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