15 April 2017

Sissified Husband

 By: Rikki

Max was very busy hand washing all of Tonya's underwear and lingerie in
the kitchen sink. He dipped a pair of her panties in the clean rinse
water dunking them several times before twisting them and squeezing out
the excess water. He then placed them in the clothes basket on the
counter.

Tonya insisted he wear 6" heels around the house especially when doing
his chores. After all 6" heels are what sissies wore. Not just because
they made his legs look sexy and feminine but also because they became
very uncomfortable very quickly. The balls of his feet ached as did his
shins from the high arching of his feet. This made him work quicker so he
could get off his feet for a little bit. He was also wearing a pink
little girl's design dress with white petticoats.

"Max darling," Tonya said entering the kitchen with a dress in her hands.
"I need you to iron this for me when you are finished with underwear. I
think this one is the one I am going to wear tonight, or do you like this
one better?" she said holding up a sexy short black dress for him to see.

"Tonya, you promised me if I acted like this at home you would stop
seeing other men," he whined looking to her pleadingly.

"No, that's not what I said Max. I don't want you acting sweetie. I said
I would try and be more sympathetic to your concerns about me seeing
other men if you accepted being what you really are. A sissy. I still
need to be fucked by a real man Max. I have desires of a woman you know.
Now which one would you wear tonight?" she said holding them both up now.

"Where are you going?" he said softly.

"Max, if you must know, I am meeting the girls at the club. Todd will be
there I'm sure and Lisa said he was bringing a friend along tonight. Just
some drinks, dancing and maybe a little snuggling and kissing in the
corners. That's all baby."

She now handed him one of the dresses. It was the black one.

"Tonya." He looked at her surprised.

"Max, relax. Here put your hands up by your shoulders and let your wrist
hang limp out the side," she said giving him an exaggerated example of
what she was talking about. 

She gently posed him with both wrist hanging limp. She held his red
manicured fingers for a moment. She then stepped back and looked at him.

"Now flap your fingers up and down like a little bird for me. Faster.
There, and wiggle your toes for me. That is much better. Don't you feel
better now? Honey you are a sissy you need to act like one. You are
getting too wound up in your masculinity again sweetie. Do I need to help
you with that again?" she said raising an eyebrow of seriousness. "Is
that thing hanging between your legs making you feel embarrassed about
how you dress and act again?"

"No Tonya. I need you to........"

"Hush! Finish washing my panties and bras and get it hung out on the
clothesline. Once they are dry I want them all ironed, and this dress
too. Understood?" she said gently touching his cheek. "Get the kitchen
straightened up and the bathrooms cleaned too."

Max finished washing Tanya's underwear and carried the basket outside to
the clothesline. He hurried out to get done as fast as he could. His hair
was split into high pigtails on the back corners of his head. Each
pigtail had six wire brush curlers in it so they would be appropriately
curly later in the day. He wore the frilly little girl party dress and
hoped no one  saw him before he was finished. He hurriedly pinned the
under garments up on the line and sashayed in on his high heels.

When Max had finished his chores he relaxed in a nice bubble bath. Tanya
came in unexpectedly and hung a full pink enema bag on the shower curtain
rod. The bag was bloated with warm soapy water.

"Having a nice bath?" she said pleasantly.

"Tanya. No," he said looking up at the bloated bag of warm soapy water.
Tanya just turned and left the room.

"TANYA. Please, I don't need an enema," he said looking at the bag.

Tanya returned a few minutes later stepped into the bathroom and closed
the door.

When Tanya opened the door 20 minutes later enema the bag hung empty from
the shower curtain and Max was sitting on the toilet. Max had protested,
but Tanya administered the enema for her own reasons. It was now done.

Later Max entered the living room and Tanya asked him to have a seat
beside her. She removed the curlers form his hair and twirled the curls
of his pigtails on her finger.

"Max," she said gently, "I love you honey and I want you to be happy.
That's why I try so hard to help you realize and accept who you really
are."

"This is not me Tanya. I have desires for you. Please, understand that.
Why do you want me dressed like a girl?"

"I do understand Max. It tells me you are having trouble coping with the
reality of it. Listen sweetie, just because you have a penis and
testicles doesn't mean you are not suppose to dress like this. You are
not dressed like a girl honey, you are dressed like a sissy. It doesn't
mean you can't desire women, but honey you can't have relations with
women either. See, honey you need to accept that though you feel desires
for women, you need to focus more on men."

"No Tanya," he said teary eyed.

"Baby, I have gotten you a few gay magazines. They are full of pictures
of men having sex and sucking dicks."

"What? I don't want those. That is not me," he said disgusted.

"Max. Do I need to tie you down and massage your testicles for awhile.
Hmmm? Show you what your sissy testicles are really for." she said
looking a little more serious.

"No. Please don't do that again." he said shaking his head. "I don't find
men attractive. It's not my nature." he pleaded softly.

"Max, listen baby. I have arranged for two men to meet us next week. They
are good looking too by the way. They know you are a sissy and they want
help you through your confusion."

"I'm not confused."

She put her hand on his thigh and gave him a gentle smile.

"It will be a special day. I'm going to want you to turn around on the
couch and put your legs up over the back."

"No," he whined again knowing now what she was getting at..

"Put your hands under your bottom and let your head lay back off the edge
of the cushions like a proper sissy."

"No." Max was now tearing up shaking his head no.

"Then I want you to open your mouth wide, I'll paint those lips a fire
red, and let these men put there dicks in your mouth and have their way
with you. That's what they are coming here to do next week."

"I'm not doing it Tonya. I don't want to have a sexual relations with a
man."

"I'm not asking you what you want Max. I'm telling you what you're going
to do. You're doing it for me baby."

"No," he whined."

She said nothing.

"Why do you want me to do this Tonya?" he asked as a few tears ran down
his face. "It's degrading to me."

"Because you need to do this Max. You are a sissy honey and sissies suck
dicks. You will feel much better about yourself and the way you dress
after you have done this."

"I'm not a sissy, why won't you acknowledge that Tanya?" he snapped.

"I will be sitting right here next to you like I am now. I'll even hold
your hand," she said ignoring him.

"I can't."

"Sweetie, you have a week to get ready. It will be just fine. You've
given a couple of hand jobs before and the guys enjoyed that."

The handjobs had not been free. In addition to the total humiliation he
felt dressed in a frilly dress while masturbating those men, he also had
to pay them $50.00 each for allowing him to masturbate them.

"Now, I want you to spend time looking through your new gay magazines."
She picked one up and opened it. "Look Max. Look at the size of the dick
that man has his lips around, and he's not ashamed of what he's doing at
all. In fact he looks like he enjoys it. See baby you will too once you
do it a few times."

"Stop it!" He pushed the magazine away.

"That's enough Max. I'm going to get dressed now for my date. I am very
disappointed with your attitude. I think when I get home tonight I'm
going to give you a testicle massage."

"NO," Max said standing and stumbling back in his high heels.

"I expect you to be in bed, no panties on. Have the lube and plastic
gloves on the nightstand where I can easily find them. Of course have the
handcuff and ankle manacles hooked to the bed headboard already when I
get here."

"Tonya please. I'll look at the magazines. I'm just not this fag you keep
insisting I become for you."

"It's more than that Max. You haven't accepted responsibility for the
fact you are a sissy yet. You should be excited about those two men
coming over here and doing this for you. You shouldn't react to pussy and
titties like a man does." she said unbuttoning her blouse.

Tanya undressed right in front of Max. She was completely naked when she
had him sit back down. She put her hand behind his head.

Tanya rubbed her nipples across his face and then his lips. She gave him
a very sensuous look and pressed her breast hard against his lips, but he
knew better than to move his lips.

"You know Max, in a couple of hours a real man is going to be sucking on
these nipples and making my toes curl under with desire, while my husband
sits at home looking through his gay magazines and masturbates."

His eyes closed when she made that statement. She stood up and looked at
his penis that was now almost erect.

"That's what I thought," she said backing away and sounding a bit
disgusted at what she saw. "Come along with me."

Tanya took Max into their bedroom and stood him facing the corner like
some child.

"Put your palms together behind your back Max, fingers down."

Max did as he was instructed.

"Now you just stand there like that while I get dressed. You shouldn't be
having erections over women's titties. You should be desiring women's
titties of your own."

As Tonya was leaving she stepped back in the bedroom where Max was still
standing in the corner.

"Have the lube and gloves ready when I get home."

Tanya came very early in the morning. It was very apparent she had a good
time. Max heard her heels on the hard floors as she walked across the
house to the bedroom and came in. It was dark and the lights were out.

"Hi Max," she said walking over to the side of the bed. "Did you have a
good evening masturbating with your boy magazines?" she asked.

"Tonya, I looked at them but I.........."

"But you couldn't masturbate? Still letting these things hanging between
your legs define who you are." she said.

"Please Tonya," he almost begged.

"I had a very good time. The man I met was a lot of fun. We danced and
made out. We did go out to his truck early on and I sucked his dick and
finished him off with a handjob."

Max just grimaced at what she was saying.

"Well, at the end of the night we were all worked up again, so I let him
fuck me in his pick up truck. Oh Max it was really good to. I had an
orgasm before he did. Mmmm! That's the way it should be."

She looked around the room.

"Are you ready you get started?" she asked. "I'm really tired and want to
get this over with."

"Tonya, you don't have to do this."

Tonya pulled his arms over his head and cuffed his wrist to the brass
post. She then pulled his foot up over his head an attached his ankles to
each of the corner post. This left his penis and testicle exposed hanging
above his ass.

Tonya crossed her legs and started putting the gloves on.

"You know Max I don't like having to do this to you, but you have to let
those masculine feeling go."

"Tanya...."

She looked at him as she put the other glove on.

"I am your wife and your are my sissy husband. So tell me why do you look
at girls? What's the acceptable reasons?" she asked holding the lube
bottle in her hand as she waited.

"Because, I am..........I am looking at her dress?" he said unable to say
the demeaning truth.

"You are checking out her nailpoilsh color, and her shoes, as well as her
dress, earrings and things like that, not to see how sexy she looks but
because you are wondering how nice you would look wearing those things."
She looked at him now as she squirted the lubricant in her hand.

"Do you want to suck a man's dick now?" she asked very matter of fact.

"I don't think......"

He hesitated when he felt her rubbing the lubricant all over his
testicles.

"Yes. Yes I do," he said frantically knowing what she was about to do..

"So you will cooperated when these young men show up?" she asked again
the lubricant being spread more aggressively.

"Yes Tanya, please don't do this."

"Are you a sissy Max?"

"Yes," he said softly.

"Then why are you fighting me. My little sissy boy is going to suck some
dicks." She took the ball gag from the night stand and wrapped it around
his head filling his mouth with the red ball. She the placed a pillow
gently over his face to muffle even more his gagged voice.

She then picked up her cell phone and dialed up the guy she had just
spent the evening out with. In a very low and seductive voice she said,

"Hello Frank, I missed you all the way home."

As Tonya spoke she squeezed Max's testicles firmly and rolled them in her
fingers with both hand. Back and forth as Max violently pulled at his
bonds his legs frantically kicking against the chains that held them over
his head.

"I would love to be sucking that big dick right now."

She continued the massage of Max's testicles as she talked.

"Oh no Frank my husband wouldn't care at all. He doesn't want his dick
sucked by me, he'd rather I paint his toenails red like a girl."

Tonya laughed in a way that it was obvious the guy on the phone was
laughing with her.

"I just wanted to tell you thank you for riding me good and hard in the
truck before I left. It was wonderful. I had such an orgasm."

"No, thank you. Ok. You have a good evening sweetie and we will do it
again sometime."

Max was screaming into his gag almost exhausted from all the resistance
he was trying but unable to give. Finally she stopped by allowing his
balls to slowly slide through lubricated fingers.

Max was crying.

"Are we ready to be the sissy now Max."

He shook his head yes.

"Good," she said holding up a used rubber full of semen.

Tonya removed the gag and turned his head slightly toward her. She
squeezed his cheeks and had him open his mouth. He was still tied up and
resistance could cause her to start squeezing his ball all over again.

"This is Frank's cum sweetie," she said putting the end of the rubber
inside his open lips.

She then slid her fingers down the rubber and emptied out the contents in
his mouth.

"Swallow it Max," she said watching him gag trying not to throw up. Max
swallowed it in one big gulp, and then sobbed softly.

He was released from his bonds and rolled over in his frilly babydoll
nightie.

"Get some sleep sissy boy. I want you to be on your best tomorrow."

"The Public Adventure of Mark" Exhibitionist or Submissive

By: Rikki

Mark was nervous as usual never really knowing what Cindy had in store
for him and today was no different. All he knew was they were headed out
once again so he could be observed in public dressed like a girl and be
humiliated. The anticipation was very exciting and he squirmed in the car
seat.

"What's the matter Mark? Getting a little excited there?" She smiled
glancing down at his crotch as she drove.

"Where are we going?" he asked looking about for any clues to today's
adventures. He felt deep passions for these trips of unknown public
humiliation, but the reality of it all caused more apprehension and fear
of the unknown.

Finally the car pulled into a parking lot of a small and she parked with
the engine still running. She looked at Mark and took a bag from the back
seat.

"OK sweetheart," she turned and looked at him, "I want you to put these
on." She held up a pair of red 6" spike heel, jeweled sandals.

"Cindy. You want me to wear those out there, in public, for people to see
me?" he asked tentatively. "Nobody wears heels like that in public. Not
even women."

"Oh, I know that Mark, but that's why I want you to wear them for me."
She smiled at his nervous look. "C'mon, put them on."

Mark took of his shoes and socks off and slipped his feet in the heels.
His bright red toenails adding to the bold look of his feet. He looked at
the heels and liked what he saw.

"Like them baby?" she said giving him a kiss on the cheek, as she giggled
looking at his feet with him.

"Yeah. They're nice, but wearing them in public?"

"Why not? I think they look great on you. We do want people to notice you
don't we sweetie? Take your gloves off too. Let's see those new red
fingernails." She laughed as Mark nervously removed the gloves to expose
his nails.

"I think they are so pretty Mark. Any girl with fashion sense would love
to wear these nails." She smiled at him holding his hands. "Take your
jacket off. It's time to step out and let the public see what our sissy
boy is wearing today," she said helping him off with his jacket.

Mark was wearing white capris that reached just below his knees. The fact
Cindy was rubbing his crotch causing an obvious bulge to develop in the
front didn't help. They were too tight to start with. His top once again
was meant for summer time. It was a loose fitting brightly colored
flowered, sleeveless blouse that was pressed out by a D-cup padded bra.
He lowered his eyes as she clipped on some red button earrings and a
large red beaded choker. The bright red belt that went around his waist
was thin and metallic looking. She handed him a red shoulder purse.

"Look at me sweetie," she said as she turned to face him. "Oh you look so
darling. I want you to do as I say now without any questions. It will be
a little nerve racking I'm sure, but the experience for you will be
priceless." She got out of the car. "No makeup and no hairdo today. Just
a nice young man out for the day in his feminine attire." she giggled.
She walked around to his side of the car.

"Ok. When I call you on your cell phone I want you to follow me up to the
back of that building. I will make sure all is clear." She smiled and
turned and walked away. Mark watched her as she walked up and into the
breezeway then she disappeared. As the moments went by he became more and
more nervous about what she had in mind. He was startled when his phone
rang.

"Hello," he said a little choked up.

"Hi sweetie. Get out of the car now and walk across the parking lot and
go in where you saw me go. I'll be waiting for you there."

Mark slowly got out of the car and stood up. The frigid air was cold on
his sandaled feet and toes, the wind cut through the light weight blouse
he was wearing. He looked around and took a couple of steps in his 6"
spike heels. He looked around again. Adjusting the purse on his shoulder,
he headed for the breezeway where Cindy had gone. The wind was strong and
he hurried now to get across the parking lot. The 6" heels were difficult
to manage in normal circumstances, much less when he was trying to hurry.
As he got near the building a pleasant looking elderly woman came out of
one of the doors and went to her car that was right by where Mark had to
pass by. As she unlocked the car she noticed him coming and stopped and
just stared at him. Mark didn't know what to do, but he trusted Cindy and
continued walking towards her. As Mark reached the sidewalk he glanced
over to her and smiled and gave her a nervous look and said, "Hi." His
male voice made this scene rather uneasy with his look.

"You should be ashamed of yourself young man. Walking around dressed like
that. Is this some kind of joke or something?" She looked him over as he
walked by.

"Oh no ma'am. I dress like this normally," he spat out a little rather
unconvincingly not knowing what to say.

"Uh huh. Sure you do. You might as well be wearing a dress. Does your
mother know you do this?" she said as she opened her car door.

"Yes, Mark said moving on by the woman.

"Oh I bet she does," she said getting in her car shaking her head still
looking at him.

Mark hurried into the breezeway where he had seen Cindy walk. What was
Cindy thinking? Didn't she see this woman coming? He looked for her and
as he came out the other side Cindy was waiting for him with her big
winter coat on.

"Hi sweetie. I see you made it." She smiled giving him a kiss.

"Cindy that woman back there seemed upset at the way I was dressed.
Didn't you see her before you called me?"

"Oh Mark, what does she know? She's so old fashioned. She needed a piece
of gossip for the gals at the bingo hall, don't you think? I can just see
her describing the way this guy was dressed she saw in the parking lot
today and what's this world coming too," Cindy giggled as Mark was
looking around for anybody else that might come around.

"Are we going in one of the places? I'm freezing in this wind," Mark said
holding himself and shivering.

"No sweetie we are going right over here," she said pointing to a little
trail that led to a small tree covered area.

Mark walked with Cindy over to the area and behind the trees there was a
parking lot for an adult bookstore and lingerie modeling establishment.
There was a chain link fence around the parking area and but you could
see that there were quite a few cars there and Mark looked to Cindy.

"Oh Cindy. We're not going in there are we?" he said with fear in his
voice.

"No Mark. That's where real men go to look at girls. I'm afraid you
wouldn't fit in darling," she said unbuckling the red belt he wore. "Just
relax baby. You're fine." Cindy gave him a long kiss as her hands slipped
around his waist to the zipper on the back of his capris. She pulled the
zipper down and opened his pants, dropping them slightly, sliding her
hand into his panties to massage his half erect penis.

"Cindy!" he said looking around. Cindy stood close to him with her back
to the parking lot. She laughed at his distress.

"What's the matter Mark? You look a little flustered. Are you having
conflicts honey? Am I treating you too much like a man while you're
dressed like a sissy?" she said massaging his groin.

"Cindy someone is coming out." Mark urgently tried to move but she held
him in place. Cindy looked over her shoulder at the man that was leaving
the building. She stroked Mark's penis as she looked back to Mark.

"I seriously doubt he can see what I'm doing Mark," she smiled.

"He can see the way I'm dressed though, and my pants are down."

"There is nothing wrong with the way you are dressed sweetie. I think you
are a very cute transvestite." she giggled at his uneasiness he seemed to
have with that phrase. "And besides I'm sure a lot of handjobs and
blowjobs take place in the parking lot behind a place like this."

The man was almost to his car when he noticed them. He looked curious as
all he could really see was the back of Cindy's fur coat hugging Mark.
There was the steady movement of her arm though. Mark looked away
standing in his heels and clutching his purse with one hand and his other
arm around Cindy. The guy smiled and shook his head as he got in his car.
"Just another weirdo paying and getting his jollies," the man thought
getting in his car and leaving.

"I can't believe you just did that," he was so relieved that the guy was
gone. Cindy gave him a knowing look.

"Turn sideways babe," she said turning him.

"What are you doing now?"

"Hush. Now put this hand on your hip so your nails show and this hand on
your purse," she said helping him in the pose. "Now keep your feet
together, that's it baby," she said as she hugged up against him again.
"Don't move," she said kissing him on the lips. The door opened again and
two guys walked out. Once again Cindy hugged him close and stroked his
erection.

"On Mark. You think they'll notice you are over here wearing women's
clothes getting jerked off by your girlfriend?" she said with a
distressed sound in her voice. She looked into his eyes very concerned.

"What?" Mark looked panicked.

"Oh Mark, I hope they don't notice." she said in false concern. She
backed from so it was perfectly obvious mark was being jerked off.
Standing sideways Cindy rapidly jerked his erect cock where they could be
seen.

The men got in there car without seeming to take notice.

"They didn't notice," Cindy said as she watched them.

But then Mark saw one of them point his way and the other guy looked.
They both started laughing as they stopped for a moment and watched and
then pulled away. That's when the panic stricken Mark realized that Cindy
was laughing too.

"That wasn't funny Cindy. You scared me half to death," he said looking
away from her. She let go of his erect penis and looked at him seriously.

"Yes it was funny!" as she burst out laughing again. "You should have
seen your face. Oh my god you were, well very special let's say. "How do
you like those heels babe?" she said looking down at his 6" sandals.

"My toes are freezing."

"I bet they are," she said looking at them unsympathetic to his lack of
comfort. "Well that's the price you pay for fashion."

"Cindy can I pull my pants back up?" he asked.

"No, you can not. You just hold that pose." She gave him a sexy look and
a little kiss on the lips.

They heard commotion and this time it was three of the girls who worked
there headed out. One was holding the door talking back into the shop and
waiting on the other two.

"Don't you dare move," Cindy said as she flipped his pants down below his
butt. She quickly knelt down and took Mark's erect cock in her mouth. She
began to give him a headjob. Mark looked around in a panic.

"Cindy!" he said quietly but sternly. She ignored him and continued to
suck his dick. Mark stood there not knowing what to do. He looked over
and the girls had caught sight of them.

"Hey, why don't you get a room some where you pervert," the one girl
yelled at Mark and they all laughed.

"Oh my god, he's wearing women's clothes." the other girl noticed. They
all laughed as he stood there. The girls were amused at the sight and
watched for a bit as Mark received his blowjob. It was no mistaking what
was happening as Cindy had turned Mark to profile and the high heels were
so obvious now as were the size of his tits. He stood there looking
stupid with his hand on his hip and the other on his purse, as Cindy had
his dick pulled straight out so it was clear to see her lips sliding back
and forth on it. Cindy quickened the pace as Mark shuffled his feet a bit
a wiggled his toes as he felt the excitement growing in his groin. The
girls were all still looking at him and laughing.

"Hey you faggot," one of the girls yelled. "I have a special for you.
There are guys that will do that for you for free." They all broke up
laughing.

Mark's toes curled under as his legs began to shake. He was reaching
orgasm now. It was too late. No matter what happened or who was watching,
Mark was about to cum in Cindy's mouth. His head bowed slightly as his
one leg shook vigorously and his body spasmed. He ejaculated his first
load of semen into Cindy's mouth. She never stopped or hesitated as Mark
again delivered more of his cum.

"EEEWWWW!!" the girls all said together as they watched Mark have his
orgasm. They got in the car as one yelled, "Pervert."

Mark looked over as they drove away. Pervert? You were the ones that
stood there watching, he thought.

Cindy finished up and stood up and pulled his capris back up. She gave
him a tender smile and said, "Thank you. That was nice." She had
swallowed ever bit of his cum and had never hesitated or pulled back as
he had his orgasms. She was good.

After getting his capris back on, she walked with him arm and arm back to
the car. Passing a couple of people along the way it didn't matter as she
was looking to him so adoringly. As they reached the car he said, "Cindy,
you can't just do things like that in public. What if those girls say
something, I mean.........."

She held up her hand. "They are were all professional girls Mark. They do
that kind of stuff all the time there for money. It is all about money
for those girls," she smiled. "Trust me Mark. I wouldn't let you get into
too much trouble."

Besides three days before she had stopped in and given the girls $100.00
to watch what had just happened and to make a few comments. It was easy
money for them. Mark didn't need to know all those details though. Cindy
didn't share her plan, she just let him think it was a real chance
encounter with a few cute unsuspecting girls. It would be better for him
later as he recalled the event while he masturbated.

Humiliated Sissy Husband

By: Rikki

"Come on Max, I don't have all day."

Tanya was running the water in the kitchen sink making sure it was hot
enough to shampoo Max's hair.

Max stood just out of reach shaking his head. He was wearing a girdle,
padded bra and a slip. He had a towel around his neck. He was wearing 6"
red high heels because, that's what Tanya said sissies wore around the
house. His feet turned shyly inward so his toes almost touched, and his
heels were far apart. He had nude stockings hooked to the garters on his
girdle.

Max's wrist were tied cross wrist in front of him with rope and then tied
around his waist so he could not lift his hands.

"You look very nice today Max sweetie. Very mature in your undies."

"Tanya no, don't do this to me," he said in a whimpy voice.

"Do what Max," Tanya said opening the box of hair color she was bout to
use on him.

He watched as she emptied the contents of the box.

"I don't want my hair dyed Tanya."

"I know you don't sweetheart, but I do. Sissy's need instructions on
their appearance. Now step up here on this box and have a seat on the
counter top." she said helping him up, holding his arms.

"What color is that?" he asked trying to tell from the box.

"Max honey you worry too much, just relax. Does it really matter? I'm
going to dye your hair this color no matter what you say, so what's the
use of discussing it?" she said now laying him back in the sink.

Max now lay on the counter top with his head tilted back in the sink.
Tanya stepped back and unbuttoned her blouse and then removed it, She
reached her hands around behind her and unfastened her bra and took it
off also.

"Ooww!"

She adjusted Max's head in the sink by pulling his hair. When she had him
where he needed to be she began shampooing his hair. Max's face
repeatedly bumped up against Tanya's bare breast while he was being
shampooed. Max watched her breast as the dangled just out of reach, then
she added more shampoo in her hands.

"Close your eyes," she said then quickly swirled the shampoo on his face
and neck.

Max clenched up tight as the now long shampoo was not just his hair but
his entire head and neck. He was lathered up and Tanya's cell phone rang.
She looked to see who was calling.

"You just stay right there. You're going to be a red head when I'm done,"
she told Max."

"Well hello Gary darling. What a pleasant surprise."

It must of been one of her many boyfriends. She never talked to Max so
excited. Here this guy was calling up to have a night out with Tanya,
receive all of her passionate affections and probably get a blowjob at
the end over even better sex, while Max, her husband lay with his head in
the sink, wearing vintage women's underwear, just moments away from
having his hair dyed red because Tanya insisted he was a sissy and not a
real man.

"Sure, I'd love to meet up with you tonight. Sounds wonderful."

She went back to rinsing Max's hair. After all the shampoo was removed
she sat Max up.

"I have a date tonight sweetie. I'll need you to iron a dress for me and
my underwear."

"Tanya don't this to me" he whined as he was helped down from the
counter."

"Do what Max? I am going out tonight and I'm dying your hair red so sit
right here in this chair, cross your legs and hold your head up for me.
Be a proud sissy"

With a towel around his neck Max felt her applying the chemicals to his
hair.

"You should be excited I'm dying your hair a new color. Sissy's like
having their hair cared for by a woman who knows what they really need."

"People will laugh at me if I suddenly have red hair Tanya."

"As well they should. Nothing wrong with a sissy like yourself being
laughed at because of the way he looks or the things he does. Walking
around wearing little girly dresses and women's high heels. How do you
expect them to react. You must learn to accept what you are." she said
leaning his head over so she could do the sides.

"Oh Tanya," Max broke down in tears.

"Max, the two men that I have been telling you about will be here
tomorrow evening to administer a face fucking for you. Isn't that
exciting? I was thinking we could use the love seat in the living room.
Put your legs up over the back......"

"NO!!! I don't want to do that," Max cried out while she continued the
coloring process.

"And lay your head back over the front of the cushions. Open your mouth
real wide and the guys will take care of the rest," she continued as if
he hadn't interrupted her at all.

"I'm not doing that," he sobbed even harder.

"Oh yes you are, and I'm going to watch you do it."

He looked up at her through the tears.

"Tanya please, I'm not gay. I don't want to look like this anymore."

She stopped for a moment.

"Max. This is all about that thing hanging between your legs again isn't
it."

"I am a man. I want to be a man."

"No you're not a man and you're not gay. You're a sissy. That's the only
reason you have that thing between your legs because sissy's have a penis
but desire the softer looks of being a woman and a little girl combined.
That has to be done in the right proportion though. Now you know all
this. Sissy's suck dicks and have sex with other men. We're not talking
about relationships, just sexual encounters. I prefer one night stands
for you. I don't want you getting attached to some guy."

"I can't do this any more Tanya."

"You can and you will. Now, obviously you are having a little anxiety
today about being yourself. After your chores are done I think I need to
polish your knob."

"No, please don't do that."

"Max obviously you need it. We will do it with you tied to the bedpost."

"Please.....it hurts when you do that," he cried

"I'm sure it does. The conversation is over Max. You are getting the head
of your dick brushed with a hairbrush tonight and that is final. Sissy's
need to have this done from time to time to remind them just why they
have a penis between their legs."

Max sobbed quietly as Tanya worked on his hair. While he was sitting with
the dye on his hair she brought out a portable hair dryer.

After Max was rinsed and the dye job was done, he was placed under the
dryer. Tanya placed a box of curlers out on he counter. A hair set would
be next.

Tanya looked at the new red head sitting in the chair after the dryer was
removed.

"You know Max, I like it. Vibrant and exciting. It will help attract men
your way that's for sure," she said leading him back to the sink to be
shampooed for his hair set.

Max sat in the chair ready for Tanya to begin setting his hair in
curlers. She pulled a belt around the chair and his waist and another
around his chest. She put three strips of tape tightly across his mouth
before she started.

Tanya then made another call before she started.

"Hi Tom. Baby I'm afraid I have to cancel our date tonight. I'm so sorry
sweetie. I know honey. It was so unexpected," Tanya said sounding very
sorry.

She started pulling up strands of Max's now red hair with a comb and
rolling Max's hair in curlers while she held the phone on her shoulder.

"Sure baby, I'll do that for you. Let me know when you're ready and I'll
get ready too."

She was working quickly putting the curlers in one after the other.

"You ready sweetie," she said on the phone. "Are you naked," she asked
Tom on the phone, "Do you have that big cock in your hand? Oh I wish I
could be there sucking it for you sweetie. You know I'm naked in my bed
using my vibrator and just the thought of that cock makes me hot. I need
to have an orgasm too," she said breathing hard.

She was lying and giving this man phone sex while she was really busy
giving Max a hair set.

"I know baby. I don't have much time. Does it feel good when you pull up
on our cock? OMG, I just want to do that for you baby. I was going to
spread my legs for you tonight. I was so looking forward to being fucked
by you. Your big thick dick filling my pussy. Oh yes baby, that's it cum
for me." she grimaced as if she were near orgasm.

This guy thought he had her undivided attention and that she was really
feeling what he was. Her voice sounded so sexy, but she had Max's head
pushed over and was rolling the sides.

"Oh, oh baby, I'm cumming too. Oh Tom, I'm cumming. OOHHH!!!!" she
screamed out, "Oh that was so good."

Right after saying that she pushed Max's head forward so she could roll
the hair in the back. During the entire I'm cumming she had twisted two
new curlers down on Max's head.

"Oh darling that was so nice. Did you have a nice orgasm too. Oh that's
so wonderful baby. You did save your semen for me in a condom didn't you.
Oh thank you so much. You know how much I love drinking your semen."

She never drank any man's semen out of a condom. She brought them home
and forced Max to drink them.

"Oh baby I need to roll over. I'm exhausted. I love you. I miss you.
Bye."

She hung up the phone and continued tightly rolling curlers in her
husband Max's hair. After Max's hair was fully set she sat down in his
lap facing him.

She pulled his head forward and put his face between her tits.

"Oh Max, what am I going to do with you," she said hugging him. "You
won't accept what you really are. Honey I'm here for you and I'm not
going to stop helping you. I think you need to start having more sexual
activity with men. I know it makes me feel better."

"Uummppph!!!" a muffled cry came from her chest.

"I know it will make you feel much better too," she said rocking him back
and forth.

"Uummppphhh!!!" he squealed again.

"There is nothing to be ashamed of Max. People laugh at the way you look
and the way you carry yourself, that's normal honey. They are suppose to
laugh at you. You need to keep your head held high and accept it. It's
not for pride sake but so everyone can truly see you and what a fag you
really are. You are a sissy, and I will have to punish you when you deny
what you really are just because you are ashamed of a little public
embarrassment."

"Uuummpphhh!!!" he snorted trying to remove his face from between her
tits.

A few hours later Max had finished ironing his wife's dress that she
would be wearing this evening. He was wearing was wearing his yellow
sissy dress and white 6" pumps. As he finished Tanya came in the bedroom.

"Come here Max it's time."

"No Tanya, I'm sorry," he pleaded.

She turned him around and unzipped the dress he was wearing. He stepped
out of it.

"Don't do this," he said taking the dress from here and then hanging it
up.

"Back up against the bedpost," she said pushing him.

Max was wearing 6" heels, stockings and a garter belt. He had a bullet
bra and his hair still in curlers.

Tanya tied his ankles together with a rope. She then tied his knees
together and wrapped the rope around the post. Tanya ignored him as she
tied his waist and then under his arms. She pulled his wrist over his
shoulder and behind his head and tied them both to the top of the post.

"No," was the last thing he said before she taped his mouth shut.

Tanya placed a chair in front of him and had a seat. He noticed the
hairbrush in her hands. She picked up his penis in her hand and crossed
her legs.

"Now, Max you are a fag and you are nice looking sissy. You carry
yourself well and as soon as you accept the fact, all these people that
are commenting won't bother you anymore. Now I'm going to polish your
knob and you can think about why, and how often you wish to do this."

"UUUMMMPPHHHH!!!!!!" Max's body lunged against his bonds, jerking about
but he couldn't stop the steady vigorous brushing the head of his dick
was receiving.

Amongst his constant muffled screams Tanya talked calmly to him.

"Oh you like that don't you Max. How about here under the edges of the
knob. Oh yeah, my sissy likes that under there. Let's do under the edges
of the knob again," she said brushing all the way around the edges again.

"If I decide to dye your hair you will thank me right?" she said
scrubbing the top near the tip.

"UUMMMPPPHHH!!!!!" he groaned shaking his head.

"If I decide your fingernails should be longer, you will agree and thank
me." she said again continuing the brushing.

Max agreed.

"If I decide I want you to have long toenails too, you will not say a
word. You will allow the nail tech to do them paint them a color I
choose, then you will present them to the public to see and form their
own opinions."

"AAAAGGGHHHH!!!!!" he screamed because he didn't want to say yes but the
brushing was continuing. He then shook his head.

"That's good baby, and that's why you are a sissy. You are so pretty in
your high heels."

She hadn't eased up at all.

"I really hated having to cancel my date tonight. Tom rides my pussy so
good. He's a real man with a big cock and it really turns me on. I told
him I needed a real man to fuck me because my husband's a sissy and wears
girls clothes."

She looked at his knob now. Max was teary and looking down at her. She
turned his penis as if she was assessing the progress. She looked up at
him.

"Oh I'm not done yet sweetie. Let's do the tip, then we can do the entire
knob a couple of more times."

She began the brushing the knob of his penis with a new vigor. Holding it
down and scrubbing the sides with more pressure.

Later that evening Tanya had Max all decked out as the pretty sissy he
really was. She had removed his curlers and teased and sprayed his new
red hair into and adult feminine looking style. She then placed a very
large red sissy bow in the back. He was wearing dangling earrings in his
pierced ears and she had done his face up with heavy makeup, red lipstick
and false eyelashes. He wore a white with red polka dot dress. It wasn't
the usual childish girls dress but a woman's dress. He wore his vintage
underwear ensemble underneath, with black stockings and a pair of 6" red
high heel sandals.

Tanya sat next to him on the couch. She had a piece of rope in her hand.

"Do you feel better now sweetheart? You look very sweet."

"I guess," Max said softly still feeling the tender tip of his penis
inside his girdle.

She was dressed in the dress Max had ironed.

"Put your feet together for me Max so I can tie your ankles together."

Max did as she said and she pulled the rope very tight before tying it
off. She then wrapped rope around his thighs and tied it very tight. Max
hung his down submissively as she had him turn so she could bind his
wrist behind his back.

"There you go Max. All pretty and trussed up. Do you feel better now,"
she asked. "Does your knob still feel tender?"

"Tanya, do you have to tie me up."

She smiled at him and kissed his cheek.

"I do tonight," she said.

Max sat on the couch for half an hour. Then there was a knock at the
door.

"I'll get it," Tanya said hurrying to the door.

There two young men standing at the door.

"Hi I'm Gary," he said as she had them come in.

Without saying a word Tanya put both her arms around his neck and began
kissing him deeply sticking her tongue in his mouth. She then rubbed his
crotch as she slowly pulled out of the kiss.

"My name is Tanya," she said then looking to the other guy.

"I'm Tony," he said smiling.

"Hi Tony," she said giving Tony the same treatment.

She looked over to Max.

"And this is Max," she said holding her hand out toward him.

"Tanya, what's going on here. Untie me," he said looking frantic.

"These are the two guys I was telling you about sweetie."

"You said that was tomorrow," he said nervously.

"Yes, but they called me earlier and I didn't want you to worry about it
all day, so here we are."

"So where are we doing this?" Gary asked,

"Right here. Go ahead and undress," she said.

"Tanya!" Max yelled to get her attention but she was watching the two
young men undress and when they pulled their underwear down she admired
their dicks.

"Oh my. Those are some nice dicks guys. Can I touch them," she said
taking one in each hand before they answered. "Oooohhh....very impressive
guys.

Tanya turned and went to Max. She picked up his feet and turning him on
the couch.

"NO!!" he said trying not to be turned.

One of the guys turned Max's shoulders as Tanya lifted his legs. As his
leg reached the top of the couch Max began to plead with his wife.

"Tanya, don't do this," he said as his legs were now adjusted over the
back of the sofa.

Tanya tied his legs over the back to the feet of the sofa, Max tried
desperately to hold his head up and not allow it fall back. He struggled
to roll over but Tanya sat down next to him and pushed his shoulders
down.

"Tanya, stop this," he said holding his head up still.

"Are you ready," she said looking at Gary.

Gary acknowledged he was ready to go.

"Put your head back Max and open your mouth wide like a good sissy."

"No, let me up."

"Come on Max. Lean back be a good girl now. Time to suck dick," she said
gently as she now pushed his head down.

"No," he said again as his head fell back.

"Open your mouth Max. It is very easy," she said looking at him.

Gary straddled Max's head. He put his hand behind Max's neck and lifted
him up. Max saw the man's erect dick right above his lips. Gary rubbed
the tip on Max's red lipsticked lips. The urge to cry only made his mouth
want to open.

"Open your mouth Max so Gary can put his dick in. Come on sweetie."

"AACCKKKK!!!!!" came a sudden sound.

Max now had Gary's dick in his mouth. Gary slowly pushed the full length
in as Max fought with his bonds and twisted but his head was held firm
and now he gagged as Gary's hairy balls were resting on Max's nostrils.
Gary pulled back some allowing Max to get some air, then Gary started
humping Max's face hard holding the dick deep and then thrusting faster
again.

Max was choking so much he lost track of everything else that was
happening, just trying to get some air. Gary humped his face till he was
ready to have an orgasm. He pulled Max's lips all the way to his and held
him there while he ejaculated his semen directly into Max's throat.

There was a lot of gasping from Martin when Gary pulled out.

"Oh that was so good Max," Tanya said as Tony now straddled him.

Max tried to move his head but it was no use and Tony soon had his dick
fully inserted in Max's mouth and was riding Max even harder than Gary
did.

Max's face was red, and tears came out the sides of his eyes while Tony
enjoyed the feel of the sissy's lips. Terrible noises came from Max's
throat as Tony held his head for orgasm. It was finally over.

Tanya took a handkerchief and wrapped it around her finger. She inserted
in one of Max's nostrils and twisted it back and forth then did his other
nostril. She was removing the semen that went in his nose, but she left
all the semen on his face, around his eyes and in his hair.

"That was very good Max. See I told you that you would feel much better
after you did this."

"I only feel better because it stopped. Can you wipe my face?"

"No honey," she said seeing a stream of semen dripping down the side of
his face now.

Max regained some of his composure. He could feel in his throat where the
men's dicks were hitting as they thrust in passion in his mouth.

"Tanya, can I get up now. Please untie me," he said looking at the
ceiling.

"Not quite yet Max," she said looking up.

Gary was back and ready to go again.

"NO!!!!" he said as Gary straddled his head.

"Max, they are going to each have one more ride with you. Be a good sissy
and relax."

"No, stop..........AAAUUUCCKK!!!!!"

It all started again.

A couple of hours after it was over Max was laying in the bed one of his
ankles tied to the bed post and his hands behind his back.

"Max darling I will be late tonight. Going to the club. Do you need
anything before I go," she said standing over him.

"Would you please wash my face?"

"No honey. Anything else? You were wonderful tonight."

Max didn't respond.

"Well then, I'm off to spend some time sucking a dick myself. A real man
and not to one that dresses like a woman and sucks other men's dicks."
She pulled his hair so he looked at her, "You're just a little faggot.
Maybe I'll take you into town tomorrow so you can get your toenails
painted red. You'd like that wouldn't you. Toodaloo," she said as she
left.

06 January 2017

My Working Life

By: Kirsten

Humiliation of Kirsten: This is a third part of the story and I thought the initial 2 parts were not that good. So sharing the third parts onwards.

I'm sitting here, waiting for Pippa to arrive for our shopping trip.
Which I am dreading. I don't know why she's late, or what she has in
store. Knowing Pippa, I'm sure I won't get away with choosing a few Blu-
rays and then heading for home to watch a movie. So I'm just passing
time. I can hear my wife on the phone downstairs to her closest, best
friend, but it's only one side of the conversation.....undecipherable
snippets like "Oh, she'll love that", "That's going to be so cute," and
"I'll see you in a little while."

It's my day off work. I don't get many of those, anymore.

I used to be a manager in an Argos store. A big retail chain across the
UK. Lots of unpaid OT. An extremely unfair balance of life and work. My
wife used to send me off in my panties, but was always disappointed she
couldn't do more to me.

I spoke to her about changing jobs and we decided we could afford the
leap to get more time together. So for the last half a year I've been
working at a garden centre. Working four days on, four days off. I don't
see too many customers in my section (designing summer houses), so my
wife saw it as a great opportunity to further her games.

For the last six months I've come to work wearing panties and a bra, and
girly socks. Now the winter months are closing in, she's switched the
socks to tights and instructed that I have to remove my shoes when I'm in
the office. Which is quite scary because when I am with customers I do
have to stand and shake their hands, see them out........All they have to
do is look down and see my toes in the delightful fabric. It's not too
bad when the tights are opaque, but sometimes they are 15 or even 10
denier.

She also added a lacey vest or camisole to my underwear. So sometimes
I'll have to catch myself from adjusting my straps if people are around.
Sometimes I do it for fun when I am near customers. Occasionally I open
my shirt a button lower, just enough to show a hint of lace or bra.

She's acknowledged that she can't go to extremes while she has to protect
my employment. She won't send me in dresses or skirts, but I do have to
wear women's trousers which have a different fit to men's clothing so
even though it doesn't sound like much it is a constant reminder of who I
am and what is happening to me. She won't send me in high heels, but has
instructed me to find an appropriate pair of women's shoes as long as I
am there. And I'm not allowed to wear acrylic nails at the moment, which
bums me out a little bit because I do enjoy having them despite the
embarrassment. My nails are painted clear, and on my day off cycle our
first stop is Heather's Salon for acrylics and hair.

And my diary for customer appointments, work events, etc, is nice and
floral. Pink trim on the pages and a butterfly motif. I've lost track of
the amount of comments I've received from customers about my 'masculine'
dairy, how 'pretty it is'.

Sometimes my hair is in a bob, sometimes a pixie cut. Whatever she
decides that week. And I try to brush it off when people joke, but I
wonder should I just start accepting what is happening. I do enjoy all
the feminine finery in life. I love wearing jewellery when I drive to and
from work. A couple of rings, a bracelet, clip-on earrings (for now, I've
been told). My hair, the clothes and make-up. I love it all.

For a while, Maggie has been looking for work for me dressed. More
fitting to my wife status. And with the two interviews I've recently had
she believes she's made a breakthrough. And then, of course, there's
this:

My work as a maid, even though unpaid, has increased dramatically, as her
close circle of friends aware of her games has grown. I used to help one
of her friends, once a month. But now, to accommodate everyone, I must
work a minimum of one day a week in my maid's uniform. To keep everyone
happy as I cycle through a make-shift rotation I sometimes work two or
three days.

Cindy is my favorite. She has always kept things friendly, even though
she does like her tricks. The others are quite strict about my work and
boss me about a lot. It's a role they are getting used to. Cindy likes to
chat while I work, and keeps things real. There's never really been
anything fake about her.

Of course, Pippa is the worst. I hate it. And never know what is going to
happen. I've only visited her home twice, and each time she has insisted
I arrive dressed in my maid uniform (that sweet, sexy Ann Summers
number), whereas the others allow me to change when I arrive. The work is
okay, but it's what she does. The first time she deliberately invited
friends outside of our circle for drinks. I had to answer the door and
curtsey each time the bell rang. From their reactions I couldn't tell
whether they knew I was going to be present or not. I honestly don't
think they were as Pippa continually used phrases like 'Oh, don't mind
the maid'.

I served them tea and biscuits and inevitably they started to ask
questions. I had to stand and explain myself while they giggled and
laughed. Some of them asked to spank me and Pippa consented. I had to
lower my panties and show them my small clit. Which was awful because I
was on my period and they saw my panty-liner.

"Oh, does he wear a tampon, too?" one of them exclaimed.

Pippa grinned knowingly and opened my handbag. She pulled one out.

The woman actually clapped as she cried: "Delightful!"

I'd say I've never blushed so red, but truth be told over the last
several months I probably have.

That might sound bad, but consider this. Two days ago I was at Pippa's
for the second time. I worked on my chores. Typical stuff: ironing,
dishes, laundry....she instructed me to hand-wash all her delicates, but
mostly left me alone.

Then the doorbell rang. I looked to her, hoping she would not have me
answer it. She merely nodded and I walked nervously to the door,
wondering who it might be. I opened it to her boyfriend, the co-pilot
from my flight to America. He'd seen me then in a flight attendant's
uniform, but this just cracked him up. He burst into laughter at the
sight of Pippa's maid as I curtsied and brushed by me.

They retired to the bedroom and I thought I was going to escape without
further humiliation. But just as my shift was nearly over Pippa called
out and I was summoned to the bedroom.

I was instructed to remove my maid's uniform. Then I was to stand and
watch in my panties, bra, suspenders, stockings and heels as they had
sex. Even in the throes of passion, Pippa kept looking at me, smiling,
occasionally winking. She was playing with him, like she was playing with
me. Unknowing to the co-pilot, she grinned at me as she faked her orgasm.
Pippa is one cruel bitch and has quickly become my nemesis in all this.

He withdrew and I couldn't take my eyes off him. He was so big. My own
tiny clit tried to get hard at the sight of his giant, dribbling erection
and dripping juices oozing from her, but it felt so inadequate, barely
tenting in my soft, lace panties.

Pippa laughed at it and looked at me expectantly. I didn't know what to
do as the man stepped away from the bed, his penis still strong and big.

Pippa moved to the edge of the bed.

"You might not have your uniform on, but you're still my maid. Clean me
now."

I kneeled down, but she shook her head.

"On all fours. I've got a surprise for you."

She giggled as a damp spot appeared on my panties and I went down before
her, licking cum from her thighs, finding her sweet spot with my tongue.
I started to enjoy myself, tasting her lovely juices mixed with his cum
when suddenly-

I felt my panties being pulled to my ankles.

I tried to turn, but Pippa held my head strong. My face was buried in her
pussy and I tried to cry out, tried to shout no as I felt his still hard
penis probing at my butt. He was massaging himself in my crack. He didn't
enter, but it was a horrible taste of what could happen.

"Please don't," I managed to cry out.

I could feel a fresh, final spurt of his cum dribble over my ass. He held
my hips and pretended to push and heave. Pippa burst into giggles as I
closed my eyes and continued to eat her out. I felt my own orgasm begin.
Couldn't hold it as he slapped my butt and stepped away, laughing. My
sperm sprayed out, soaking through my panties and dripping onto the
carpet.

Pippa sat up as my spasms ended. "Jesus, Kirsten, can't you control
yourself."

"I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I didn't mean-"

"Just get a cloth."

I stood and Pippa smiled.

"There's no time. Just get down there."

I scooped my cum from the carpet and from my soaked panties, looking for
somewhere to wipe it off. I knew what Pippa wanted to see, and again,
there was that cruel nod. A look. Enough to tell me I knew better.

I slowly began to eat my own cum from my palm, and then suck it from my
fingers.

"That better not stain," Pippa said, indicating the carpet.

God, it was frightening how quickly things were moving. I don't know who
I am, what I enjoy. But I was on a bullet train moving at the speed of
light from willingly giving a handjob, and enjoying doing it, to the
possibility of giving oral sex, and suddenly finding myself.....well,
despite some fantasies, that's something I had not considered. But if
I've talked about anal penetration with my wife, could that actually be
far behind?

So, I work as a maid on a variety of days, doing a real variety of tasks.

Of course, I'm still writing. My manager is currently marketing one of my
scripts. No sale yet, but we've been getting great feedback. Maybe I'll
get that break soon, but even that worries me as I think about the
clauses that were put in my contract after she met me. How can I ever
meet movie executives and producers as a......not merely a cross-dresser,
anymore........as a sissy? There, I can say it. Might not believe it with
all my heart, but..........Am I a sissy, or is it something even more? It
seems through all my life I've been taking steps towards a goal I still
can't see. What is beyond these games? Something more permanent.

I think about that. What it would mean to me and those around me, those
closest. What they might say if I actually dared to mention
transitioning. Is that a part of Maggie's game? Would I do it? I have
sacred childhood memories that have been rising within me: of wishing I
was a girl, wondering why I was trapped in a boy's body. I was
circumcised when I was little, and because I was going to be operated on
my private parts, I was convinced that everything was going to be fixed,
that my parents were going to put things right. I was finally going to be
a real girl. Of course, that didn't happen, and I was heartbroken, crying
for months until I finally realised nobody knew what had happened to me
and that I was going to have to be a man all my life.

And now these games were happening and I was becoming more open to
possibilities, but at the same time more confused and scared about who I
was.

I bet you didn't know you were going into therapy when you started this
story.

Anyway, my wife and Pippa set up two job interviews for me. So, if you
want to meet me at the garden centre and have a giggle at my mildly
feminised state you best hurry as I won't be there much longer.

The first interview was with Heather at her salon. I didn't know the
position so I arrived classily dressed. A nice suit, and heels. Bag on my
shoulder. I was trying to portray a professional woman. I was a
professional woman. I had the outfit. My make-up looked appropriate and
natural. My hair......Considering where I was interviewing at, I'd spent
ages teasing my hair into a pleasing shape. I'd worked at home as my
wife's secretary for long enough that I could pull that look off.

When I entered the salon Heather, Jo and Tina all laughed.

I stopped, dismayed.

"No, no," Heather said quickly, putting me at ease. "You look beautiful,
Sweetie. But what position do you think you're interviewing for?"

"I'm not sure," I said. "I don't know anything about hair, so I figured
you needed some help in the office, perhaps."

"Office?" Heather grinned.

Jo smiled. "You've seen Tina's room when you've been in for your nails?"

I nod.

"Well, there's a break room back there," she continued. "And a rest-room.
We don't have an office, Honey."

"God, she's so precious," Tina smiled at my confusion.

"But-" I began.

"The position," Heather explained, nice and slowly to be sure I grasped
it, "is for an errand girl."

I blanked. Not even sure I'd heard her right.

"A shampoo girl," Jo grinned. "You'll be washing our clients hair,
getting them ready for us. Maybe making them a drink."

"But I graduated university-"

"Well, what use is that here if you don't know how to cut hair? But don't
worry, once you settle in we'll start to teach you and you can help out
even more."

"But-"

"It's not just washing hair," Jo informed me. "We always need somebody to
nip to the shops. Pick things up. We're all on different cycles so
several times a month you can buy our hygiene products."

I baulked at the idea.

"You'll also be brushing the floor regularly. That's a full time job
right there."

"Wait. Back up. I can't go to the shops here. We're right near town.
People might see me."

"That's part of your job description," Heather told me, quite sternly.
"Maggie specifically said you need to start getting outside closer to
home. She thought this would be a good start and I do agree. Besides, you
don't even have the job yet. Step through to my office."

She led me to the break room and had me make her a cup of coffee.

"Good start," she smiled.

The interview went well. Being good neighbors for years, we got along. It
was more of a pleasant chat. She asked how I was doing, was impressed
that I was fitting into my role well and coping with the humiliations,
some of which she had been a part of.

"And I'll be part of future one's, too," she grinned. "I love watching
you squirm. Which brings me to your uniform."

"I've got the job!" I suddenly exclaimed, surprised by my own excitement.

"Do you actually think I was interviewing other girls?" she laughed.
"You're so sweet, Kirsten. I'm going to love having you around here."

"I think what I'm wearing is quite-" I began.

Heather shook her head. "You do look pretty, but it's entirely
inappropriate. Your wife had me commission something special just for
you. It's in that box over there. Once you are changed just pop out so we
can get a good look at you."

She left. I walked to the box, aware that I was taking small lady-like
steps naturally. I peeked inside and-

-my stomach flipped. How the hell was I supposed to wear this? Be a
woman, Maggie constantly told me. Even when dressed in jeans or trousers.
Be the woman you are. But how could I be a woman wearing this? I pulled
the clothes from the box. All I could do was adapt to the role they
expected......But what would they do to me if I didn't pull it off.

A few minutes later I emerged from the break room with a giggly, "Hi,
girls!"

"Holy shit!" Jo exclaimed. "He's actually wearing it."

"She's wearing it," Heather quickly corrected.

I hesitated, Jo's exclamation immediately breaking the illusion and
belief I had built up in the break room. What was I doing here? I'm a
man. How can I be wearing this? I genuinely was trying to believe, but it
was so easy for the spell to be broken.

"Don't worry. You look great," Jo assured me. "First day jitters. That's
all you've got."

I caught my reflection in a mirror. My hair and make-up looked great. My
smooth stockinged legs quite hot in the high heels that accentuated my
calves. And then there was the short, pink skirt, pleated and flaring out
in an A-line effect. And the tight, fitted T-shirt that was scooped out
and sure did show off my cleavage. It was also pink, matching the skirt,
and emblazoned across the front in a large, glitter font:

Heather's Girl

My second interview was at the Riverside Inn. Pippa set that up. We'd
eaten there a few weeks earlier and our waitress, Charlotte, had made
sure I had special dressings on my salad and desert. She had really
gotten into what Pippa was doing.

Apparently Pippa had popped in to let Charlotte know she wanted to bring
me in to eat again. Charlotte had been promoted. She was now supervising
the part-time team. Pippa had asked if she needed any extra staff, and
Charlotte, knowing where Pippa was going, had told her she would have to
speak with her boss.

Pippa had gotten the call a few days later. I had to go and interview for
the position. Her boss didn't want to be seen as prejudiced or bigoted
and was basically protecting his own ass by giving me a chance. He didn't
care for me one way or the other. If I was successful I was to work
directly under Charlotte..........Which I was dreading as it had quickly
become apparent that she and Pippa had taken a shine to each other when
they met at the restaurant and humiliated me.

This interview went well. I dressed for the part. Looked good enough that
the boss didn't even realise I was the man (not that I see myself that
way, some days) coming in for the waitress position. I had on stockings
and suspenders, a really cute matching bra and pantie set that helped me
feel good and confident, black pencil skirt and a sheer, white blouse.
Heels of course. Make-up quite hot to help with the tips, and hair cute
as a button.

At the end of the interview, Charlotte offered me the job on the spot.

"Want to celebrate?" she said.

"That would be nice," I nodded, starting to relax.

She left for a moment. We were just two girls. Throughout the interview
we had talked about job skills, but also make-up, magazines, television,
clothes, accessories We got on really well. Sure, she was my new boss,
but she didn't see me as a man dressed up. It felt great. She saw me as a
woman.

Charlotte returned with two soda floats.

"It's been years since I've had one of these," she said, giving them both
a final stir. She handed me mine, which looked different. Before I could
comment she said: "It's just a different flavor of ice cream. I wasn't
sure which you'd like."

I tasted it. There was a familiar hint to it, the soda throwing it off
slightly. But it was nice. Very yummy.

"Do you like it?" Charlotte asked.

I nodded eagerly, eating it quite quickly. It was a taste I was becoming
addicted to, but I couldn't quite place it.

"Remember your special salad that the chef made just for you a few weeks
back?"

I hesitated. Slowed down on the tasty drink. My stomach turned.

"I asked him to make your a very special float," she grinned.

I stopped eating. My hand trembled.

"Oh, go on, girl," Charlotte encouraged. "You know you love it. So please
don't offend him. You never know, he might treat you once in a while once
you're on the team."

I slowly devour the last of the drink and wipe his juice from my lips. I
freshen my lipstick.

"Thank you, Miss Charlotte," I said. "Please tell the chef I loved it."

She bursts out laughing. "We're going to have so much fun!"

That was a few days ago. My first shift is next week. The same week I
start at Heather's Salon. I'm real busy these days. Something has to
give. I asked my wife if I could drop one of the new jobs and she merely
smiled, handing me a letter she had typed.

It was my resignation from the garden centre. I sighed deeply.

"Don't do this," I begged her.

"It will be great. Now you don't have to worry about hiding what you
wear. You're hair can look great all the time. You can have your nails
done as often as you like." Maggie smiled at me. "By as often as you
like, I mean, you'll have your nails done all the time."

The door bell rang, breaking my reverie at the computer, and I listen to
the voices downstairs.

Maggie: "You're late. It's nearly lunchtime."

Pippa: "Don't worry. I've made some special plans for her."

Maggie: "Nothing too harsh."

Pippa: "Maggie, please. We're besties forever, and I know, at the end of
the day, Kirsten's your girl. I'd never hurt her."

Maggie: "I thought you'd be out earlier."

Pippa: "You asked me to punish her remember. For the time she posted that
story late. So, it's late night for Christmas shopping.  I just wanted
time for it to get nice and busy. I'm going to have so much fun with
her."

I close my door for a second. What was she going to do to me? I started
to lock into the feminine part of my mind. I am a woman, I told myself. I
am a woman. But how could I believe that in this man's body? And while I
was in this man's body, whatever Pippa did would humiliate me regardless
of what I believed inside.

"Kirsten, come on down," my wife called. "Pippa's here."

I hesitated at the door.

"Hurry up, girl," Pippa added. "It's time to go shopping."

Happy New Year

Happy 2017

08 December 2016

The Interview

By: Mistress Dyvia

Chastity's alarm went off.  Her eyes blinked as tried to focus in on the
source of the sound.  She reached and her hand plopped around, until she
found the button.  Just weeks ago, she would have hit the snooze button,
but she didn't even think this alarm had one.  She turned it off and sat
up.  She was naked.  Less than an hour to get ready, which was fine no
one really needed the full hour unless it was their first week.

Today was the day of her interview to see where she would be assigned.

She looked across and saw the other fifteen or so girls in the room
getting up similar as she was.  They all started to walk towards the
washing area.  How she missed the days when she could have a cup of
coffee before morning rituals began.

The girls all silently walked into the bathroom, and Chastity was just
like the rest.  The water came on, and they were all washing themselves.
Chastity like the others, washed herself, she shaved, and she even
shampooed and conditioned her hair.  When she was done, she toweled
herself dry, and approached one of the sinks.  She used a brush and
blow-dryer units to do her hair.  Then she applied her makeup.  She took
a moment and looked at a couple of the more noticeable cosmetic
enhancements that she had been required to have.  Her lips were now so
much fuller than they should be, but they are there to entice.  Her
fingers ran over her breasts played with her rings, then lingered around
the scars on her nipples from when they augmented her to a pair of
pornstar-ish double-Ds.  She took her lipstick, and wrote the word
'slut' over her heart. And then a quick spritz of perfume.

She walked back out to her bed, it was already made.  The maids usually
came in while the girls were in the showers, make their beds and leave
their assigned outfits on their beds.  As she grabbed the box with her
outfit, she looked up and made contact with Mandy, the girl who slept in
the bed next to her.  She had a 'CS' written in lipstick on her chest.
'Cocksucker,' she either did really well at it, or gave them a hard time
when she first got here to have a specific specialization like that..
probably the latter.

Chastity opened the box, there wasn't much, but she didn't expect much
either.  She took out the thong, and slid it up her legs, she felt it
between her ass cheeks, which teased her senses, but it did cover her
chastity belt.  That in itself made her frown for just a second.  She
remembered when her sex was hers to choose, it belonged to her, now
locked away, it belonged to whoever the company gave the key to.  Next
was a pair of stockings, no garter belt necessary to hold them up.  The
shoes were ridiculously high, possibly six inch heels, chastity was a
bit concerned, but put them on.  Then the chains.  One of Mistress
Dyvia's new enjoyments.  There was a small chain, she attached it to the
inner rings of her nipple piercings.  It pulled her 'tits' together and
gave her extra cleavage.  The second chain was long, it went from her
outer nipple ring, around the back of her neck to the other outer nipple
ring, and helped lift her breasts to give her a more voluptuous
appearance.  Then lastly, a monoglove...

She looked around, everyone had a monoglove.  That was unusual, well
somewhat unusual.  But it was also bad, one person would be punished for
not coming dressed, as no girl could put on the glove by themselves.
Usually once a week, circumstances would happen so that the girls would
need others to get dressed.  And one girl was always punished.

All the girls in the room gathered in a circle, the girl who was
punished last would write a number down on her hand using her eyeliner,
we would all say a number between 1 and 14, and whoever guessed the
number she wrote on her hand, would be the girl to be punished as she
would help the last of us get dressed.  The method seemed harsh, but
there was a reasoning.  The girl who was punished last couldn't be
punished twice in a row, and as there was 15 of us, minus the girl
choosing the number left 14.  It was fair.  Chastity was lucky today.
Each of the barracks had their own way of dealing with this problem,
Chastity only knew of her room, and what her sisters/lovers did.

All the girls doubled up, and Chastity was helped into her harness by
Mandy.  She felt her arms pulled back and she slid her arms into the
monoglove.  At first it wasn't bad, but Mandy started lacing, and
tightening, then re-tightening until her shoulders felt like they were
going to pull out.  "Thank You." was all she said.  Then one of the
other free girls helped Mandy and so forth until there was only one girl
left.

It was time to leave, as they each walked past the-girl-who-would-be-
punished, each girl gave her a kiss on her cheek, and she had a
discolored cheek.  She might be punished for that because of all the
lipstick from fourteen girls, but it was their appreciation that it
symbolized.

They all walked out and walked in single file down the halls.  They were
in an office, and as they walked down the halls past the offices, they
passed several businessmen and women, some gave them amusing looks,
others didn't even seem to notice.  Chastity remembered how weird that
was the first time she walked the halls.  Each of the girls knew where
they were supposed to go.  Soon there was only three of them left.  A
hand was on her shoulder, and she was pressed face first against the
wall.

A woman's voice spoke behind her, "Slut, where are you going?"

Chastity's leg's were already spreading as she answered, "Room two-four-
six-nine, Mistress."

"Good." she answered, "Then you can make a deliver for me in "Three-
seven-zero-four?"

"Yes Mistress," Chastity replied.

A second later she heard paper rolling up, and metal being twisted and
waited for what was to come.  A silver dildo was in front of her lips.
Chastity opened her mouth, and used her tongue to make it wet.  And a
few seconds later, she felt it at her sphincter, and it was slowly
pushed in.  Was in place the woman said, "don't drop it, slut."

"No Mistress," Chastity replied.

"Good slut, now where are you taking that correspondence?"

"Three-seven-zero-four."

"Good slut, now off with you. And be sure to give it to Mr. Rogers
yourself." and she pulled Chastity off the wall and gave her a little
slap on the ass.

She hurried down the hall in the impossible heels.  She didn't want to
miss her interview, but she couldn't refuse anyone either.  She was soon
standing in front of the door she needed to, and stood.  A good
secretary would be paying attention to the camera for visitors.

A moment later the door opened. "Yes?" the secretary asked.

"I have a correspondence for Mr. Rogers, and I must deliver it to him
personally."

The secretary looked at her, and her lack of hands to hold a letter.
Then her eyes opened in realization, and stepped aside to let her in.
Chastity was convinced the secretary thought the correspondence was a
sexual favor, not that she cared what anyone thought of her sexuality,
she was a trained slut after all.

The secretary knocked on the door, and opened it, as Chastity stepped
towards it she gave her a warning, "don't speak unless he commands you
to speak."

Chastity nodded her head.  "Thank You."  And she entered.  She stopped
and said nothing, but saw Mr. Rogers getting a blow job.  She recognized
the girl, she was Anna, she left shortly after Chastity arrived and was
replaced by a girl named Marie.

The man looked at Chastity.  "What do you want?"

She took the secretary's advice and kept her mouth shut, but walked over
to the man getting his blow job, turned around and bent over exposing
her ass to him.  He saw the silver toy, an reached out to pull it out,
and as soon as he did, she stood up and turned around waiting to be
dismissed.  He held it and while she waited to be dismissed she looked
around, his desk was strangely spartan, except for a men, a letter, and
a laptop computer.  The single open letter, but she had forgotten how to
read weeks ago, sluts are trained early on not to see things like that.
Though she still understood numbers, probably because it made it easier
to report to her supervisors.  Soon he seemed to finish in the girls
mouth as she almost made a gagging like sound.

He unscrewed the bottom of the dildo, and read the letter.  He pointed
to Anna, and then to Chastity.  Anna nodded her head, stood up and
approached the nervous slut.  She smiled and her arms went around
Chastity's neck as her lips came to Chastity's.  They started kissing,
but the kiss was a bit more insidious, as Anna unloaded every drop of
Mr. Rogers cum into her mouth.

He looked at Chastity as the kiss broke, "No swallowing, but if you
happen to kiss any other sluts today, you can pass it along with the
same instructions."  Then he wrote something on a blank piece of paper,
rolled it up and put it back in the same hollow dildo and screwed the
bottom back on.  "Cocksucker come here," he said to Anna as if that were
her name, not what she just did. She complied, and he bent her over the
desk and slid it into her ass.  Dry.  "Go deliver that to Debs upstairs,
and why don't you let the slut out on your way out."

Chastity nodded her head in appreciation and left with Anna.  As they
left the office, and the secretary the door was closed behind them.
Anna looked at Chastity, "You're looking good.  You've come along way in
a short time.  To say couldn't be your interview could it?  It's too
soon?"

Chastity just nodded her head not wanting to spill her cum.  Well his
cum.. whatever.

"Well good luck sis."  She wrapped her arms around Chastity.  "I hope
you get a great assignment."  And with that Anna turned and walked in
the direction chastity originally came from.

Chastity continued toward her interview.  She looked around hoping to
see a slut who would be able to be used.  Occasionally, one of the
business men or women would want to see a couple sluts make out...  she
knew the odds were against it, and that Mr. Rogers was really just going
to get  perverse pleasure out of the fact that cum would drip down her
face and chest next time she was required to give an answer. That didn't
bother her so much, her slut training did away with most of the shame
she might have had for such things.  But a remnant from her past, the
part of her that wanted to look good for a presentation hoped that she
would find that other slut.

She did not find any, and found herself in front of room 2469.  The door
opened for her and she stepped inside.  She saw that the door was
automatic, or at least mechanical as no one was near the door when she
entered.  She passed an empty desk for an absent secretary.  And entered
a room with a woman.

"Are you Chastity?" she asked, but the look on her face, and the file on
her desk told Chastity that this woman already knew.

"Yes Mistress," she said as Mr. Rogers' cum spilled done her chin and
onto her breasts. The only sign of negativity in Chastity was her
exhale.

The woman looked at her.  "Already been used, just on the way to this
office?  You must be a good slut.  Mr. Roger's cum I presume?"

"Yes Mistress, thank you."  Thank You?  Well she did say she must be
good slut.  She was trying not to smile, but it was probably obvious to
the interviewer.

"Don't worry slut, having cum all over your chest won't reflect
negatively on you during this interview."  She looked at her paper, "I
am Patricia, you may call me 'Mistress,' though you already have." the
last part was said with a smile as she checked something off on her
paper.

Chastity made a wider smile.  "Thank You mistress!"  And then she
realized she was a little too excited on that.  "Sorry Mistress."

The woman smiled and used her hand to gesture to a chair.  "Have a seat
and we'll get started."

Chastity complied with a "yes Mistress" and sat down with her legs
spread obscenely per her training, granted she had a chastity belt on
now, but it wouldn't always be there... she hoped.

"Chastity, who was you supervising trainer?"

"Mistress Dyvia."

"That will help you during this interview."  She looked back down at her
paper.  "Do you like sex?  And how do you feel about oral, anal, and
vaginal sex?"

"I love sex, I am a slut.  Nothing is hotter to me than fucking.  It
gives me purpose.  Oral sex is fun, because you can get through it
quickly, but often it can be wonderful foreplay that can last for hours.
Anal is gift.  It can be hard for untrained girls, as it feel icky, and
much like you have to go the restroom, but now its just so hot, I have
difficulty imagining saying no.  And I can't really comment on the last
part, My genitals have been in a chastity belt since my first week here.
With the exception of a clinical cleanings, it is unused... But I'd like
to think if I enjoy anal this much now, my real sex must be off the
charts from before I came here."

"How were your experiences before you came here?"

She had to think about it, "Well I never had anything in my ass before I
was recruited.  Oral sex was kinda hot, but I had little stamina for it,
three or four minutes I was done."

Patricia made some comments on her paper.  "What is your proficiency for
BDSM?"

"I am knowledgeable on the subject and enjoy it much.  I have been
restrained in very uncomfortable positions for hours at a time, and look
forward to the future on expanding that.  The Ds aspect of it, I take to
heart, and understand that I am a very submissive and slut, and try to
treat all of my superiors with the respect they have earned over me in
the eyes of the corporation.  And I can't say I enjoy pain, but I can
say that I have been conditioned to be aroused from it.  It's a love-
hate thing for me."

Patricia giggled as she wrote on her paper.  "Dyvia would do that to a
slut."  She looked up from her paper and looked her in the eyes, "How
were you recruited?"

"I had applied for a job here, entry level right out of college.  I had
ambitions of going up high.  I tried to set up another employee to take
a fall, and instead I was put into a position between being arrested, or
signing up for a reeducation program.  I picked the latter."

"Of course you did, was that a wise decision?"

"Yes.  I am very happy with my life and commitments to the corporation
and all of my masters and mistresses.  Though for the first week, I
think I was really angry, but its hard to put my mind back in that place
now.  There is nothing even remotely wrong with my life now.  Its
wonderful."

"Are you aroused right now?"

"Yes Mistress."

"Is it something we are talking about?  Or are you just always a horny
slut?"

"Well mistress, I am always horny, but I do get a bit of a sexual thrill
when I think of how mind fucked I am now."

Patricia let out a laugh, "I always get such a thrill when we interview
Dyvia's thralls.  Well that's what I like to call you, you've been so
well trained, it like you were born into this lifestyle.  But I think I
have a mistake here, How long has it been since you enrolled into the
program?"

"Ten weeks mistress."

"Ten weeks?"  Her eyes were wide.  "That is incredible.  Even for Dyvia,
I shouldn't be seeing you until your twenty-fifth week, yet she
recommended you for the interview.  Wow.  Kudos to you girl."

She blushed a bit in pride.  "Thank You mistress."

"Your welcome Slut, now tell me, why do you wear such colors in your
make up?"

"I like to wear colors that bring attention to my eyes and lips.  When
they make eye contact with me, I want them to see how much I want them
to put me on my knees and fuck me right there.  And my lips are always a
very bright or very dark color.  I want my masters and mistresses to
imagine things they could do with my mouth."

"Such as?"

"Such as fucking my mouth, having me wrap my lips around a cock, using
my tongue on a juicy pussy."

"How fast can you read?"

"I can no longer read, Mistress.  That part of my brain was altered to
retain more information on how to pleasure others."

"Good, good.  We wouldn't want any of you girls spilling one manager's
secrets to another."

"Of course not Mistress.  Sluts are here to be sexual toys of others.
We have no need for anything else."

"You do understand that most of your feeling towards sex are not
necessarily real?"  The way she said it almost sounded like it was a
question not worth asking, whether that was due to one of the sluts
previous answers, or because it was regularly asked question was not
really important.

"Of course mistress, as I said, I am a mind fucked slut.  I do depraved
things and delight in them every day."

Part of Patricia's cheek twitched as if to suppress a smile when
Chastity had mentioned 'depraved.'  "Do you understand depraved?  Do you
find them humiliating?"

"I only understand depraved through my memories, things I would have
been horrified at seeing, let alone doing, are normal for me.
Humiliation is more of a foreplay for me, I expect it, but I do not fear
it, or feel disgusted.  I know that almost seems like its not actually
'humiliation,' but Mistress wanted to make sure I understood it.

"I know this is a simple question, do you remember the name of this
corporation?"

Chastity simply shook her head, "No mistress.  I understand I applied
for the job, I remember signing my name on contract, I even remember the
letter head, but I can't remember what any of it actually meant.
Mistress Dyvia took that from my mind, and said it wasn't important, the
important things was just using my body for my superiors."

"Do you even know how to tell a superior from someone else?"

"Anyone who would use me."

"How would you know if the superior was from a rival corporation?"

Chastity looked down for a minute.  "I wouldn't know, I would have to do
what I was told."

Patricia laughed.  "Don't worry, that is the correct answer, sluts like
you are not supposed to think about business politics beyond making sure
your supervisors and our clients are well... entertained."

Chastity smiled again.  "Thank you Mistress,"

"You're welcome."  She looked down at her paper, and looked up with a
smile, "Now let me ask you this, if you worked hard for an entire month,
and we decided to give you a day off, and allow you to use any of the
corporation's resources, what would you do?"

Chastity giggled for a moment.  "Hmm, I'd be torn, I'd love a private
room with either a huge dungeon, or a room with a swimming room and sky
light, ask for like fifty people, and an orgy!" Chastity giggled again.

Patricia smiled, closed her eyes, and shook her head, that answer hadn't
surprised her.  "If I were to change your job designation from 'slut' to
a 'cocksucker' how would you feel?"

Chastity thought for a moment.  "I would be a bit disappointed most of
my body wouldn't get as much use, but I like sucking cock, so I would
look at it as an opportunity to be better at that."

"Good answer, but don't worry you won't get that designation, we like
you just the way you are."

"Thank you Mistress."

"I see you know how to wear very little, and you obviously know how to
walk well in heels, but if you were given all of the appropriate
clothes, could you function as 'eye candy' for a client or supervisor
during a social event?"

"I think I could Mistress, but only from a superficial way.  I don't
think I could hold a regular conversation any more.  But yes, I could
wear feminine clothes without a problem, and I could hand off a man or
woman's arm with ease and smile. I'd probably be self-conscious about
sitting, as keeping my legs closed or crossing them isn't really natural
with my training."

"What is your preference? Men or women?"

"I don't think I have a true preference.  I love them both equally.  So
it would really come down to individuals."

"How so?"

"Mistress Dyvia wanted me to be extremely sexual.  And so I crave sex,
being used... giving and receiving pleasure.  If it came down to a true
preference between two individuals, I think I would choose whoever would
use me more."

"So you prefer Men?  Since they are almost always willing to drop what
they are doing for sex?"

Chastity shrugged.  "if mistress says so ,it must be true, I don't think
I ever noticed a difference."

"Well I say it is so."

"Then Mistress must be right I prefer men."  she said with a smile.

"How did you feel about that before you were enrolled in the program?"

"I preferred women, the idea of sex with a man made me feel very
unaroused."

"'Unaroused?' Is that even a word?"

Chastity shrugged.  "I don't know, it just fit."

Patricia smiled, and use her hand to tell chastity to stand, "thank you
Chastity, you've done very well.

"Thank You Mistress."

The interviewer stood up, "You've been very good, Chastity, and I think
I will agree with Mistress Dyvia's recommendation to put you into an
office.  Very few are given permanent assignments in just a 10 weeks of
training.  You should be proud."

She nodded her head.  "Very Much Mistress."

"Good, then you will be assigned to room 4666. You may want to wash up
before reporting there."

Chastity nodded her head as she looked at the slightly drier cum stains
on her chest.  "Yes Mistress, I think that's a good idea as well."

"Then you are dismissed."

Chastity wasted no time.  She stood up and walked to the door.  Patricia
called out, "One last question chastity."

"Yes mistress?"

"What was your name before you were recruited?"

"Evan Loman, Mistress."

"Thank you. Now you may leave."

As she exited, the secretary was there, but neither made an attempt to
speak.  She turned left when she exited the office, she knew that her
new assignment was up two floors just by the numbers, but she still
hadn't figured out the numbering system considering they were in a
skyscraper...  Or st the very least,given the windows, they worked hard
to make it seem like one.

Chastity saw the ladies room ahead and walked in.  There was one stall
at the end being used.  She wanted to take a few paper towels and start
to clean herself off, but given the arm harness, she couldn't exactly
grab anything.  The faucets were motion sensitive, so she could at least
wash her face, or hope that another slut or really any type of service
girl would come.  She bent over and held her jaw under the faucet for a
minute, and then switched sides of her face...  Holding the funny angle
in which she was bent over she 'walked' over to the hot air dryer.

She looked at herself in the mirror and had a huge grin on her face.
Ten weeks ago, she had been taken by force, well strong-armed into it,
she swore she'd never do anything they wanted, and here she was, happy
that being such a depraved slut had gained her a permanent assignment so
quickly.

She heard the toilet flush and decided it was time to leave.  She walked
to the waste basket and through her paper towels away and caught 'her'
in the mirror.  "Mistress Dyvia?"

And Mistress Dyvia nodded as she walked to Chastity, "You are a mess."

"Yes Mistress, I was being good," she said with a smile.

"I have no doubt."  And apparently Mistress Dyvia was feeling generous
as she took a paper towel, ran it under the water and started to clean
up the slut.  "Did you get an assignment?"

Chastity was excited to hear that her first Mistress was knowledgeable
and interested in her status, "Yes Mistress!  I am actually going there
right after I leave here.  To room-"

"4666?"

Chastity stopped, "Yes, Mistress, how did you know?"  she said with the
sound of delight in her voice.

"I have eyes and ears all around here"  she said as she finished
cleaning off the sluts chest.

Mistress Dyvia smiled.  "Besides, I know you and I know... 'Chastity is
chaste to the untouched.'"

And Chastity's head seemed to swim, and her eyes rolled for a second and
she spoke, but this time her voice seemed to lack emotion, but only a
lethargic and sleepy quality to it.  "To the untouched, chastity is
needed to remain chaste."

Mistress Dyvia smiled as her prize pupil went into trance as she had
been conditioned to do.  "Are you open to your true mistress?"

"Yes."

"Good, who owns you?"

"Mistress Dyvia."

"Who are you loyal to?"

"Mistress Dyvia."

"Who must you obey before all others?"

"Mistress Dyvia."

"Good.  Now you were in Roger's office today?"

"Yes."

"Did you see anything on his desk?"

"Yes, a letter from John Masters agreeing to a merchandise exchange
tonight at 6pm at the 'usual' club."

"very good, Chastity." She smiled, "Now you are going to be serving a
new dominant, and you will consciously embrace this.  Consciously you
will remember me as your dominant of the past, and eagerly embrace your
dominant of the future.  But deep down, who is your true Domme?"

"Mistress Dyvia."

"Very Good, and you will continue to be my eyes and ears.  You will make
note of everything you hear, and you will think you are not paying
attention.  You will convince yourself it is not of your concern.  But
when you do hear something important, you will wear pink nail polish
before work.  And I will meat you here before you report to your office.
Do you understand?"

"Yes."

"Good girl, Now count down aloud from five, and when you reach one...
awaken."

"Five, Four, three, two, one,"

"Hello Mistress to Chastity."

She blinked a couple times, "I'm sorry Mistress, I was just thinking how
much I would love to serve you on my knees." she hoped mistress would
buy that, after all, she always was attracted to Mistress Dyvia.
Sometimes she would just space out and day dream about Mistress chaining
her to a frame of some sort and her holes while using a crop on her
ass...  She shook her head again...

Mistress Dyvia smiled, "Of course." then her eyebrow raised, "What did I
tell you would be your reward if you got a permanent assignment within
15 weeks?"

"An orgasm, Mistress?"

Mistress Dyvia nodded, her head, and reached into her purse removing a
key.  She stepped over to the bathroom and locked the door, and came
back inserting the key into Chastity's belt.  It hit the floor with a
clang.  And Mistress's hand was on her cock.  It was still working, she
could feel it rising in Mistress' hand.  And mistress pumped away, and a
moment later several streams of thick white and musky fluid streaked
across the ladies room floor.  "Don't slip, cum can be a nasty slip and
fall hazard.  We wouldn't want OSHA coming around and asking
uncomfortable questions, would we?"  She chuckled, "A shame your new
boss will have the key by morning, I could have done that for you again.
Be sure to  put your belt back on.  As I said, your new boss will have
the key by morning"  and with that Mistress left.

Chastity stood there stunned.  She knew mistress made the promise, but
she didn't think a piece of meat like herself would be so lucky as to
have a mistress keep such a promise.  But it felt so strange, ten weeks
without an orgasm, and it was over in barely a minute. Part of her
wondered if she would get in trouble.  But then again, she hadn't
reported for her new position yet, which meant that Mistress Dyvia was
still in charge of her.  But then again, she was a slut, and depraved
acts of sex was what she had been made to enjoy.

Chastity left the bathroom once her belt was back in place.. and locked.
She walked down the hall until she got to the stairs.  She knew which
floors she could be on without setting off the alarms.  And she went up
two floors and looked for a door number.  She found one, and immediately
knew what direction to walk in.  Within a couple of minutes she was
standing in front of her new assignment.

The door opened and a secretary let her in.  "Are you the new service
girl?"

"Yes, my name is Chastity."

"The boss isn't here, but left instructions."  She looked at the word
'slut' on Chastity's chest.  "Good, just what the boss requested."  she
started to undo the monoglove, "No need for this, besides you might need
both hands depending on who comes in this afternoon.

"Thank you," she replied, as she felt her tight muscles try to loosen.

"Here is your seat," she said.

Chastity's eye brows squeezed together strangely as she looked at the
small pillow the secretary was handing her.  "Thank you?"

"Yes, I'll show you your work station."  She entered the office.  "Did
you have any specialization training?"

"I was taught to be a slut, and I am told I excelled at all aspects of
the training, but I don't think I am limited by any specialization."

"Limited by specialization?  That's supposed to.. oh, never mind..."
The way she said it suggested that she almost didn't understand the
slut's view on specialization.  The girl obviously thought
specialization was not good, but specialization technically meant better
proficiency, right?  The secretary wasn't going to try and figure out
the girl's thoughts.  They stopped at the desk.  "Who was your training
supervisor?"

"Mistress Dyvia."

"Ohhh..." she said as if the slut said the wrong thing.  "If the boss
asks you, be sure to answer truthfully, but I wouldn't volunteer that,
the boss hates Bitch Dyvia.  Be sure to refer to her as that if alone
with the boss.  They hate each other, strong rivalry and such."

"Okay thanks," Chastity said with a smile.  She looked around.  "Where
is the boss?"

"Been here very little today, there is a rumor that we have a traitor,
trying to sell out to John Masters. You know who that is?"

The name was alien to her.  "no, I've never heard of him."

"Well he runs a business like ours, but his conditioning techniques
aren't as good, he wants to get his hands on some of our girls.  Maybe
some of our toys and documents, the boss thinks if he can figure out who
it is, it would be instant promotion."

"Is it, uhh.. 'bitch Dyvia?'"

The secretary laughed, "Oh that would be the best thing, but most likely
not.  She's too ambitious, and the boss thinks, if she became a traitor,
she'd do it on her own, so she didn't owe favors to outsiders."

"Wow.  I never thought of her as the kind of person who would turn on
us."

"She probably wouldn't, but the boss would love it, and would try to
take the bitch down."

Chastity smiled.  "So anyway, What about my work station?"

"Oh, yes, right over here."  She pointed to the desk, specifically under
it.  The desk had no middle panel, so a visitor could see the boss' legs
from their seat.  "Your work station is down there, you may sit under
the desk when the boss is not here.  But when the boss or a client are
in the room, you are to kneel.  If the boss' legs are open, you are to
make all attempts to use your oral abilities to please.  If the boss has
a client, you should make it a point to make your ass available for
their use.  Got it?"

"Yes, thank you!"  She took her pillow, and placed it under the desk,
and knelt awaiting her new owner.  She knew she could sit, but she
wanted to prove to her new owner how good she was and how eager she was to serve.