Mailgirl Six Blog: Follow Up and a New Assignment

Good morning gentle readers. I hope you are all doing well. You must forgive me for the long delay between posts. In addition to my duties as Lead Mailgirl I have been given a special project which has been occupying my time as of late; But before I get into that I want to handle a couple follow-up questions to my last post.

The Big D brought up a point: “What if one of your girls starts abusing the Overstressed button?”

Good catch, Big D. In re-reading my last post it seems I neglected to mention the limits on the overstressed button. As you correctly surmised, the limit is five uses per week. A mailgirl can use the button as many times in a day as she likes, but after five uses in a work-week it will no longer function. The Mailgirl Manager or Trainer can alter this in the system of course and it may be a useful way to get more mailgirls to ease into the program. It would have been nice to have “training wheels” when I started, LOL.

In addition, if a mailgirl does not use the button all week the 5 uses are converted to bonuses which can be used to dismiss demerits. So there is an incentive not to use the “O Button” as it can counteract financial penalties, mandatory overtime, or corporal punishment.
It was smart of you to pick up on that Big D. Maybe there is a bit of a Program Director in you? Give a career change a think-over as this mailgirl would definitely appreciate the attention to detail the Big D can provide.

Readerman had a suggestion I am willing to explore:

“I do like to hear about other mailgirl stories out there and I like to be kept in the loop. So perhaps one day you could share one of those Thursday night decompressing sessions. We could get to know about one of your girls.”

Interesting idea Readerman. I’ve released little information about the women under me on purpose, it’s not my place to tell other ‘girls stories. It’s bad enough in the Internet Age I let you know what geographic area they are working in. With too much physical description or personal details someone with bad intentions could dox them. That is a thing right now, humanities latest form of ‘slut-shaming’.

The thing is I would have to let them know I have a blog. As I’ve only given false names and the broadest of descriptions I doubt people would be able to find them right now, but if I gave more information there could be trouble. But if they are willing they are willing. So I’ll ask if they want to be involved.

This begs the question, what questions would you have me ask?

Today’s question(s) comes from orflash64 who asked a series of related questions so I am going to tie them all together with my current situation:

“Six, now that you are management, have you ever been in a Board meeting over policies and how were you dressed or not dressed? Did you sit in a chair or kneel on a mat?
“Have you been a Mistress yet? If yes what do you wear? What’s your favorite weapon of ass destruction?
“As a Trainer, you are considered management, so do you go to management meetings and if you do, do you get to wear clothes for these meetings or naked Mailgirl uniform? Do you get to sit on a chair or kneel on a mat on the floor? When the other managers discuss Mailgirls and the things they want to do to them, do you have to give them a dose of reality of what is allowed. Do you have a long list of unrealistic ideas the other managers came up with? Which one was your favorite Pet Pev, worse fear, lol ridiculous idea?”

Oh orflash64, today is your day. When I first started at my latest company I was allowed and encouraged to give feedback at meetings about the Mailgirl Program and policies that directly affected me. If these meetings were scheduled ahead of time I was required to be there in full business-dress, sit in a chair, and speak in turn like any other manager at a large company. I am a professional and was recognized and treated that way. Once the meeting was over I would go to the locker room and change into uniform and commence my regular work-day.

Currently I am a DDE/Mailgirl Enterprises registered Corporate Trainer. While some companies have used this position to employ mistresses I have never worked at one until now. At my first company I was the lone mailgirl for most of my stay and there was no need for one.
At my second company, though we had a hundred mailgirls in the building we were all contracted to the building management company, not the tenants. The Lead Mailgirl, mean-ass Number One, she preferred to use public humiliation and degradation to keep the ‘girls in line. This was not out of the goodness of her heart however, with so many tenant companies as clients and every mailgirl being somebody’s favorite, she did not want to leave marks. Cuts or bruises would come back on her.

At my third company here, for the first year we did not have a mistress and now with Mrs. West brining in Ms. East it is a whole ‘nother story. Now I’m serving at the behest of an actual mistress who does have her preferred methods of motivation.

If it were me dishing out the punishments, I prefer to use an open hand on a bare bottom. I find the sound is as motivating as the pain, it tends to satisfy the aggrieved party, and does not leave much of a bruise besides a red hand-print. It is rather humbling for an experienced mailgirl to walk around for an hour with the evidence of her misdeed on her bottom.

Ms. East uses a wide array of motivational aids; clamps, paddles and riding crops. I find the worst to actually be her gloved hand. When administering required disciple she puts on these tight leather gloves to touch the dirty mailgirl with, correct the posture and push her subject into the position required for discipline. Invariably, those gloved fingers with pinch a nipple or split your slit, adding some aroused humiliation to the physical punishment. Then she picks up a spanking tools and will do her worst. But that’s fine. That’s just pain. Pain goes away. The feeling of her leather-clad fingers in my most intimate areas lingers a lot longer than physical pain.

As for “ass destruction”, please don’t! Mailgirls have to run. A sore bottom is bad enough but a sore anus could make the job too much to bear. As I’ve said before and I will again; ass-play is a Friday night activity. Mailgirls need the weekend to heal. So go easy on her. Happy Mailgirls are more productive.

If something must be used on me, I prefer the paddle. Riding crops can break the skin but the paddle spreads the pain out. It leaves skin discoloration without the criss-cross of welts. A few times in recent months I’ve been that red-assed mailgirl running around the office. Just when I thought I was fine with the public nudity my big, red ass causes new levels of embarrassment. I was already publicly disciplined, now I have to show everyone who wasn’t there that I’ve been naughty by presenting the evidence on my backside.

Now back to the meetings, for me they have changed a great deal. As I said, initially I was expected to wear normal business attire for scheduled meetings. Often I was called in to impromptu meetings which left me no time to change, so I would attend in uniform. After the first year the Board of Directors was quite used to seeing my naked body and I was comfortable with them, so I did not mind when I was called in. While in uniform I don’t use the furniture of course, so I would kneel near the wall until called on. Then I would stand and present whatever information or opinion was needed. For the first year it worked well.

Now under Mrs. West’s direction things have changed. I am required to attend all management meetings in uniform, kneeling two steps behind and over the right shoulder of Mrs. West. Often there is nothing for me to do for hours except kneel there and wait for it to be over. Rarely has my input been sought anymore, the decisions are made for me. I get to listen to all the ideas Mrs. West has for expanding the program, new punishment techniques, and “community outreach” (which is basically parading the mailgirls at job fairs to entice college kids to interview with the company). It’s all rather humiliating and useless but I guess that is the point. Mrs. West sits in the chair I used to sit in, and the fact she makes me stare at the back of it for the whole meeting does not escape me.

It’s funny how often Mrs. West requests more funds for “special equipment” for disciplining mailgirls. There are only five of us at the company. The point of the program was to attract more, not dissuade the few you have.

The last several management meetings have been exceptionally enlightening. For one the new positions I got approved had to be demonstrated and debated for the rest of the Board to see. So I was required to get up on the meeting table and be the living example, answer questions and try suggested variations.

The Alternate Rest position was one I spent the most time in. There was a lot of debate about what is basically a ‘weak plank’. I had to turn around on that table so many times I’m sure everyone got a good look inside me.

While that was stressful, the biggest debate however was about the overstressed break. Mrs. West was adamant that the mailgirl should remain as motionless as possible. Others on the Board, including the CEO, thought the best use of five minutes was required masturbation.

Most women on the Board said that was not enough time. I was asked to demonstrate if it was. Before I knew it someone pulled a timer app up on their phone. So yeah, there I was, flicking my bean on the boardroom table for all the execs to see.

I closed my eyes, tried to put my mind somewhere else but there was little use. Where I was and what I was doing was forefront in my mind. I did not have to look at Mrs. West to feel the smirk on her face. She was enjoying this humiliation. It didn’t help that I wasn’t in the mood to begin with, but I try to be a pressure-player. What started as a gentle rub intensified. By the third minute I had spread my lips with my index and ring fingers, strumming my button with the middle.

I was running out of time, getting flustered and red faced. My legs were spread wide, I was not being coy or shy anymore. It wasn’t worth it. I had to put in a good effort otherwise they would start forcing my ‘girls to masturbate instead of the rest and decompression they needed. I was going quick, hard, and trying not to make eye-contact with the board-members staring at me.

“Time.” One of them called.

I sat panting, legs spread wide open as I waited to come down. I was getting close by the end but was not there yet. Mrs. West accused me of holding back. The rest of the board disagreed.

When my heart slowed enough I climbed off the table and got some paper towels and Windex to clean up the sweaty ass-print I’d left on the table.

By the time I got back the board had voted. Quiet rest won over forced masturbation 7-to-1.

Mrs. West was not happy. After the meeting she scheduled me daily hour-long sessions with Ms. East for the next two weeks.

But I digress. The last thing on the agenda for that meeting was the special project I was assigned. The private equity firm that purchased my company was looking to build a portfolio of other mailgirl-forward companies. Not DDE or Mailgirl Enterprises, they want to look for unaffiliated companies that use contract mailgirls in their offices, like this compnay and the last two I worked for. The theory was the Mailgirls provide such a a boost in efficiency that it was worth investing or purchasing such a company and riding the upswing.

What was stopping them was how to project the worth of individual mailgirl contracts. A poorly performing mailgirl with two years left on her contract was worth more than a well-performing mailgirl with a month left. Was a commuting mailgirl more or less efficient than a 24/7? How much does that add to return on investment? They wanted a hard-number way to break down the valuation of individual Mailgirls.

Mrs. West had her own ideas but all eyes turned to me as I have more practical experience and a degree in human resources. So I was volunteered. I have to coordinate with board members but they want a theoretical system by next quarter.

So my work is cut out for me gentle-readers. I have a few weeks left and would love to bounce ideas off some of you. Let me know if you’d like to review. I could use the outside opinions.

Remember, until next time, Health and Efficiency matters!