10 March 2011

Intimacy

By: Bea

"Miss Matson will see you now, Mr. Ellis, but she's asked me to tell
you that she has a busy schedule this morning and will not be able to
spare you much time."

I looked at this perfect example of a modern secretary. Immaculate,
frozen faced, and dressed in a most conservative – but extremely
feminine style. Wanted to put her in her place – SO badly, but knew
that I was in no position to annoy anyone in Gloria Matson's employ, so
smiled as nicely as I could. "Thank you very much," I said humbly. She
looked down her nose at me and flipped her head in a sideways motion to
indicate that I was to go in to Gloria's office. I edged past her into
where Gloria sat making notes on a paper on her desk in front of her.

"Yes? What do you want?" she asked rudely, without even looking up,
before her secretary had enough time to shut the door behind me. I
flushed.

"Gloria? I received your letter this morning. We need to talk. Please?"
She stopped writing and put her pen down. Looked up at me.

"NEED to talk? Harold? Maybe YOU need to talk to me – but I don't see
ME needing to talk to you!"

"Well, some professional courtesy wouldn't be amiss!" I retorted, my
face reddening.

"My goodness! The little bunny has a temper, does he?" she said, openly
sneering.

"Now as I heard Edna tell you, I don't have much time for you. But I
can make some – if you wish?"

Gloria Matson is a high priced attorney with a mind like a steel trap –
absolutely beautiful in a dark Mediterranean way. Always impeccably
dressed, no hair out of place, obviously rich from the custom designed
jewelry she wears – not chunky – but sleek and expensive – like her.
Frankly speaking, she scares and intimidates me normally – and at that
moment, she held my career in her hands – and knew it. Knowing that
retreat was my only viable option, I softened my tone. "That would be
very nice if you could do that Gloria. I'd really appreciate it."

She gave me a predatory smile. "I'll tell you this up front. I'm going
to humiliate you. Really put you down. I've looked forward to doing
something like this to you for a LONG time and I want you to know this
before I start. You understand what I'm saying? Accept this?" I could
see there was no give in her. Nodded.

"Very well. Both of us know why you're here and both of us know that
I'm the one person in this world that can help you. You have been very
naughty Harold so, know what I want you to do for a start?" She paused,
looking at me intently. Pointing at the corner of her office diagonally
across from her desk she told me, "Go over there and stand in the
corner. I'll let you know when you can come out again. Now?" she jerked
her thumb. "GIT!"

I looked at her in amazement. She meant it! Licked my lips. Swallowed.
"You gotta be kidding. Come on Gloria. Stop with this nonsense. Huh?"

A look of unholy glee crossed her face as she saw my weak indecision.
Somehow knew that I would do as she said. Showed her teeth as she bared
her lips. "You weakling! You namby pamby weakling! Go and stand in the
corner! Or leave this office and never come back. NOW!" I had no
choice. Went over to a corner and stood there. "Face INTO the corner!"
she barked. I did.

She actually kept me standing there for almost an hour! An hour in
which she chatted with friends on the telephone, ordered some clothes
the same way – made it very obvious that I was less important to her
than any of these minor chores. Then she called through to her
secretary. "Edna? Do you have a moment please?"

I heard Edna come in to the office. "Yes Miss Matson?" From the way her
voice changed I got the impression she saw me and was enjoying my
discomfiture.

"Grab a chair. Make yourself comfy. Is there any coffee in the
machine?"

"Yes. Would you like me to get you a cup?"

"No. Not yet. Harold?"

I breathed a sigh of relief, my legs were killing me! I turned around.

"Yes Gloria?"

"I did NOT tell you to turn around! Face back into that corner! And
from now on? I'm MISS Matson to you! Understand?"

Shamefaced at allowing myself to be talked to in this manner, I turned
around again. "Yes, Miss Matson." I said meekly. Was sure I heard a
giggle from Edna.

"Very well! Now you can come and stand over here in front of my desk!"
The humiliation was so intense that I felt the tears come into my eyes.
Gloria's keen eyes saw this immediately. "Would you just LOOK at this
pussy, Edna. Crying! Like a goddam woman!"

She pointed to a spot on the floor. "Stand there – and while you're at
it? Clasp your hands in front of you and place them down over your lap.
That's how maids stand when talking to their mistresses. That's how you
will stand when I address you from now on. Good!"

She turned to Edna. "Isn't he just the nicest, softest, marshmallow?
Standing there, just waiting for his mistress to tell him what to do?"
Edna giggled, then Gloria turned her attention back to me. "Tell you
what pussy. Go to the outer office there and get me and Miss Edna a cup
of coffee. You'll find a tray there. Both of us like our coffee black.
Don't dawdle! Off you go!"

I reddened at what I was about to say. "Yes Miss Matson – but is there
a bathroom I can use? Please?"

She smiled gleefully, "Pussy need a wee wee?" I nodded, shame faced.

"Okay – you can use ours. It's a LADIES room. You won't mind using it,
I trust?"

"No, Miss Matson."

"Very well! But if you are going to tinkle in a Ladies? Please sit down
like one. Can I trust you to sit and pee like a good girl?"

"Yes Miss," I said – so desperate that I'd have promised the moon..
She waved her hand in dismissal and I rushed into their private
bathroom – which WAS very feminine in it's set up. Sat down as
requested, and relieved myself. This turned out to be more difficult
than I had anticipated because I had an erection, and it took me some
desperate mental exercises to get it down to where I could pee
satisfactorily.

When I finally came out, I saw the coffee machine and the tray. Set up
the two cups – and saucers and filled them with the aromatic brew that
was in the machine. Took them into the ladies – who regarded my
approach with bright, shining, predatory eyes. Took their coffees from
me with polite 'thank you's', then settled back in their chairs,
waiting for me to return to my servant's stance.

"You were very naughty – stealing all that money from your poor old
clients, weren't you?" Gloria said after taking a sip of her coffee.
I felt my knees almost buckle. "Gloria! You know I wouldn't . . "
"Oh hush, you silly pansy! I know damn well you don't have the smarts
to pull that scam!"

I was thoroughly confused. "Well then, why are you treating me this
way? You have been very mean . ." and to my own outrage, felt the tears
begin to well in my eyes again.

"Dearie? The perception one gets from reading all the documentation is
that you ARE guilty. Your partner – Dorothy? That ditzy blonde that
everyone takes for a lamebrain? It was her. But she's got that audit
trail leading ALL the way back to you – your offshore accounts in the
Cayman
islands – your sweet little partnerships? None of which contain any
money of course. Did you just sign EVERY goddam piece of paper she put
in front of you – you stupid idiot?"

"I trusted her!" I wailed, "But if you KNOW she's the guilty one? Why
are you coming after ME?"

"Because sweetie? You're easy meat, she's not. The way things are? I
can get most of the money from you – but don't have a hope in hell of
getting it from Dorothy unless I get your cooperation. I mean to say,
what jury would ever find someone like her guilty? So listen up. Here's
what is going to happen dearie. I'm buying your share in your
partnership with her. Once I'm in? She'll end up refunding most
everything she's stolen back into the proper places. Then? I'll resell
you your share in the partnership – at a considerable discount of
course, I'll tell you up front."

She smiled at me like a Cheshire cat. Sighed happily and took another
sip of her coffee.

I felt relief surge through me. Okay, my stupidity was going to cost
me, I knew, being fully aware that if money was involved, Gloria was
going to pocket a good percentage of it – but at least my family name
wasn't going to be dragged through the mud. "Okay Gloria. Thanks. I
know I deserve to be. . ."

"MISS MATSON you silly cow!" she snarled loudly, almost spilling her
coffee.

"I'm terribly sorry Miss Matson," I groveled. "I forgot. But may I ask
how long this will take?"

She shrugged, calmer now, "How long? A year – maybe two."

"A YEAR!" I squealed. "But what am I to do in the meantime?"

"Work for me, silly! What do you expect? I'm buying you out – amn't
I?"

"But I'm not a lawyer," I said slowly.

"You're not much of anything!" she said snidely. "But I'll make you my
Associate in the running of the office here."

"That's very kind of you Glo – Miss Matson," I said.

She waved her hand airily, "Don't thank me, sweetie. It's Edna here
you'll be reporting to."

"But doing . . what, exactly?" I asked.

"Whatever she tells you, I'd imagine. I trust her implicitly – and
anything she tells you to do? I want you to see it as word coming
directly from God – namely me." Both women smirked. Gloria sniggered
some more. "Now that I think of it? You DO see me as some sort of
goddess I hope?"

I tried to make light of it. "Of course! How else?"

"Let's see," she said, getting up out of her chair and walking to right
in front of me where she stopped. "Get down on your knees!" she purred.
"Show some respect for your new goddess."

"Please miss Matson. Please don't . . ," I started to say, but she
smiled and put a hand on my shoulders, gently forcing her hand
downwards.. "Down you go! There you are. That's it!" she exulted as I
slowly sank to my knees. "Now? Take my shoes off!" she commanded.

She had very elegant feet and shoes whose glossy perfection and obvious
workmanship indicated a very high price tag. Carefully, I took each of
her silken ankles in turn, lifted them and removed the shoes.

"Now kiss my feet sweetie! Nice big sucky kisses! Take my toes into
your mouth and suck on them real good! I'll enjoy it more if you
slobber a little bit."

She made me perform this subservient act while she stood – and had a
conversation with Edna about some movie she'd seen a few nights before.
Then, she finally patted me on the head as if I were a pet.

"That was very nice sweetheart. Did you enjoy that?"

"Yes Miss," I mumbled.

"But isn't Edna your new boss? Don't want to disrespect her, do you?"

"No ma'am"

"Very good! So why don't you crawl over to her and do the same thing,
huh?"

I did start to cry as I crawled over the office floor and performed the
same act for Edna, the only difference being that she was not quite as
elegantly shod – remaining seated, and constantly wiggling her toes
inside my mouth and sighing with pleasure as I attended to her. To
humiliate me further, Gloria came and sat beside her – and put her feet
up on my back as if I was a footstool!

Finally, I was allowed to leave the office after signing some papers –
which Gloria refused to let me read. "Just sign those sweetie. Please
don't try to read them – they'll just confuse your pretty head! And
when you get here tomorrow – eight o'clock SHARP! Report to Edna.
She'll tell you what to do."

Emotionally exhausted I arrived home about an hour later. Pamela, my
lovely sweet wife, was there to greet me. Looked at me and gave me a
lovely, sympathetic hug. "Oh dear! You've been crying. Was it that
bad? Here, come sit beside mummy and tell her all about it."

"It was awful! Really awful! The way Gloria and Edna humiliated me!" I
started and, as she pulled my head into her shoulder, started to weep
copiously.

"What did she do?" she asked dabbing at my eyes with a dainty,
perfumed, handkerchief after my crying had abated.

I didn't tell her everything of course – I mean, a man has his pride
don't you think? I also may have exaggerated my own responses as well,
but all in all, Pamela was suitably impressed by my revised version of
the actual events. "Oh, you wonderfully brave man! To suffer such
indignities for me! No, NO! I cannot let you go on with this! We'll
tell her to do her worst! Tell her to go to HELL!"

I was SO encouraged by my wife's reaction. Felt it to be somewhat on
the melodramatic side, but was strengthened by it. "No dear!" I said
bravely. "It is a sacrifice I'm making, but with you by my side? I can
make it – and do so willingly!"

She shook her head admiringly. "My MAN!" she said. "You may be small
in stature – but you're a GIANT in my eyes!"

Then she smiled tentatively. "But dear? If you're going to go through
with this? We'll have to do what Jenny suggested, don't you think? I
feel just awful asking it of you. But she's been very accurate in
forecasting what Gloria would do so far."

"Damn lawyers! They're all monsters! Takes one to know one!" I growled.
"Yes dear – but Jenny's my friend – she wouldn't steer us wrong. If
you sign the house and bank accounts over to me? Gloria won't have a
chance of laying her sticky hands on them – and that way, when this is
all over? We can simply reverse the process." A hurt look came into her
eyes. "Of course – if you don't trust me?"

I felt a rush of shame for my attitude towards my loving wife. "Oh
darling! Of course I trust you! Did you get all the paperwork from
Jenny?"

"Yes dear. They're over on the table, but are you REALLY sure you want
to go through with this?" She looked at me coyly, her beautiful eyes
shining.

"Of course, my darling!" I said happily.

I had just finished signing a mess of documents, with Pamela taking up
each one into her hands as I signed it. "Well!" I said, clapping my
hands.

"That's that! Gloria will probably be mad – but ask me if I care!"

"My HERO!" she then said, taking me into her arms and kissing me. Not
for the first time, I was surprised by the strength in her arms. Then
she disengaged her lips from mine. "Oh I forgot! She called when you
were on your way home. Said she'd forgotten to talk salary with you."

"Guess I can discuss it with her tomorrow," I said, shrugging.
"No need darling. She discussed it with me. Actually? Considering that
what you're going to be doing – a sort of assistant to her secretary?
I thought her offer most generous, and accepted it for you. She's going
to make out your paychecks to me – putting them directly into my
account."

"I don't understand that." I said, a little put out with the idea of
her discussing my salary with Gloria.

"What's to understand?" she asked.

"I didn't know you had a separate bank account," I said.

"Well – it WAS our joint account," she said "But didn't you just sign
it over to me?"

"I see. I'm sorry, just didn't think. How much is she going to pay
me?"

"More than enough my dear. And don't worry. I'll make sure that you
get enough pocket money." Then she paused. "But something else about
money I'm afraid? Please don't be angry with me darling?" She was
using her little girl voice now, one that always won me over.

"I never could be angry with you sweetheart!" I assured her.

"Well? Gloria said that I've to take your credit cards away . . and .
. you've got to tell me every cent you spend in a day."

"WHAT!" I yelled.

"Well sweetheart? She thinks that you're silly with money – and now
that you're working for her? She just wants me to keep an eye on you is
all. I mean it sounds reasonable – don't you think?"

"I guess so . . I guess." I stammered, seeing everything that amounted
to my independence being removed, item by item.

"Very good then!" she smiled widely. "Now, would you go and pour us
both drinks? We can drink a toast to our new arrangement!"

"Okay dear . . but won't you even give me a hint about how much I'm to
be paid?"

Her smile dimmed. "Drinks please, pet!"

I could see that she was getting a little aggravated, so took off and
poured the drinks. Then she said she was a mite puckish, so I put a
little tray of munchies together for her, then started making dinner.
We chatted quite a long time, then I was stupid and asked her about my
salary again. Her eyes got cold. "Don't you trust me darling?
Frightened I'll steal your money from you?"

"Oh no! It's not that at all! It's just . ."

"Don't you have dishes to do dear?" she said this with a considerable
amount of ice in her tone.

Later on, she wandered into the kitchen when I was just about finished.
She was nice enough to put some dishes away though she was somewhat
distant in her manner. But after I apologized for bugging her about
my wages, she returned to her normal sweet demeanor. "Wonderful! Thank
you dear. We don't need to mention this distasteful subject again, do
we?"

"Not if you don't want to darling." I said, grateful to see myself back
in my wife's good books. Was even more grateful when she took me in her
arms again and kissed me.

The following morning I had to wait outside Gloria's office door until
Edna appeared. She opened the door, and ushered me in. Good morning
Harold," she said, pleasantly enough. "You can go and put a pot of
coffee on. Miss Matson likes that special mix in the cupboard there –
put six heaped measures and make a full pot. But here, before you
start? I have a little present for you to wear while your doing chores
here," and she pulled out a frilly, dainty little half apron of some
filmy material. "Here. get this on. After you've made the coffee, I
want you to dust and vacuum Miss Matson's office – so look sharp!"

"I don't really need that apron though, do I?" I replied.

She just stared at me for a second without replying, then handed it to
me. "Put a nice bow in the back. Think you can do that?"

"Yes," I whispered.

It took me some time to get over wearing such a feminine garment but I
had made coffee and dusted Miss Matson's office by the time she came
in. I was just beginning to vacuum when she entered. "Very good. That
apron looks nice on you. But you can vacuum later. I'm expecting a
client shortly. So put your vacuum away and go and get my coffee."

"Yes Miss Matson," I said and was just about to leave her office when I
heard Edna's voice on the intercom. Gloria? You have a Mrs. Trellis
here to see you. You ready for her?"

Gloria was obviously about to say yes, but stopped when she saw my
expression. "Something wrong?" she asked. "She's a good friend of
Pamela's" I said "and please, I don't want her to see me like this?
Can I take the apron off?"

"Yes – but only if Edna okays it."

"But Edna's out there with Mrs. Trellis. Please let me take it off?"

"No! Find yourself somewhere to hide if it bothers you that much!" She
snapped.

I looked around the office. Okay, I'm very small, but there was
nowhere that I could use. "But there's nowhere . ." I started. She
pursed her lips impatiently and beckoned me around to her side of the
desk, then rolled her chair back to reveal the depth of the well. Go in
there!" she said. Lots of room for a tiny thing like you! Just think of
yourself as a bunny in her burrow. In you go now – quick!"

Seconds later, she was telling Edna to let Mrs. Trellis in, as I
crouched under her desk on my knees.

Gloria did get up to greet her client, but then came back and sat down.
As she did, she hiked her skirt up to reveal a gorgeous black satin
slip, with ultra delicate lace around the hem. Then, after they had
discussed what was going on, she asked Mrs. Trellis to define what she
saw as the problem in her own words.

Mrs. Trellis being a real chatterbox was only too happy and started in
talking. As soon as she did so, Gloria kicked off one of her shoes –
and started probing at my face with it. What she wanted was immediately
clear. Obediently, I took her toes into my mouth and started to lick
and suck them through her nylons. To my amazement and chagrin, her
right hand dropped under the desk, and hiked up her dress and slip to
reveal matching black panties. Slowly, she began to finger herself.
Right in front of me!

When Mrs. Trellis gave signs of slowing down, Gloria let out a small
sigh of contentment before getting back down to work again. Altogether
I was under her desk for over twenty minutes and, once I heard Mrs.
Trellis leave I slowly uncorked myself from my hiding space – legs
cramping - and immediately found myself in an entirely different form
of trouble – Edna!

Her face was a little blotchy and her breathing a little fast and, to
my dismay, she was holding a riding crop in one hand – smacking it into
the palm of the other – a most disconcerting sight to see. "Where WERE
you!" The words formed a question, but it was a statement more than a
question.

"I was hiding from Mrs. Trellis. She's a friend of ours and . . ."

"Did you ASK for my permission to hide?" she snapped.

I felt my knees start to shake. "No Miss Edna. I didn't have time –
and I got permission from Miss Gloria. It was her that suggested it!"

"But you know that you report directly to me?" she was now speaking in
a silky smooth voice.

"Yes Miss Edna."

"Okay? Just to remind you for next time? Drop your pants and bend
over!"

I paused in obeying her, just enough to infuriate her all the more. "If
you don't hurry up?" she hissed, "I'll give you SUCH a hiding!" With
that, she swished the crop venomously through the air! Terrified, I
undid my belt buckle and the fasteners that held my pants.

"Let them fall! And bend over!"

As I obeyed her, from the corner of my eye I saw Gloria return from the
Ladies room. "What's all this then?" she asked at the same time as the
crop whistled through the air and seared my buttocks.

I had not anticipated such a pain. Let out a shriek and jumped about
six inches straight up into the air! Scared both women for a second,
then they started laughing so hard because when I landed, I had a
problem keeping my balance and with my pants down about my ankles was
hopping about the office like an offended kangaroo, rubbing my
posterior and weeping with the pain.

"Oh dear Oh dear!" Gloria was hiccupping, "Thank god I just had a pee!
But why are you punishing him Edna? He just gave me a dreamy toesuck!
Wonderful!"

"He hadn't told me he was going to hide, and anyway? I just felt like
giving him a whipping!" Edna said, the color mounting on her face
again. She whistled the crop through the air again. "C'mere you damn
pansy! I want to give you another couple!"

I wept and pleaded but she just pointed to a spot in front of her. "I'm
not coming to you, dearie! Better get your ass over here! I was just
gonna give you two more. Now? It's three. Keep fooling around, and I'm
gonna raise the count some more!"

They both giggled as I shuffled and hopped to where she pointed,
because she wouldn't let me pull my pants up. Then I was in front of
her, my backside in the air – weeping still and pleading, when Gloria –
of all people – saved me! "Edna? That's a pretty good welt you've
raised on his buttocks. Very unsightly, don't you think?"

"Can't make an omelet without breaking eggs, huh?" Edna replied, then
started to take her stance again.

"It must be very painful – that crop really whistles Edna. Harold?
Does it hurt?"

"Oh YES! Miss Matson, it really DOES!" I whimpered.

I saw her nodding sagely. "Yes, I thought so. Tell me sweetie, would
you rather be hit with the crop or put over her knee and spanked?" she
asked me.

"A spanking! Oh YES!" I answered promptly.

"Aw Gloria! That sounds okay – but I think he's more humiliated this
way!" Edna grumbled.

"Well, maybe we could even it up a little?" Gloria commented. "Harold?
Suppose I told you that if you come in tomorrow, dressed as you are,
you'd get your punishment with the crop?" She paused for a second as if
waiting for an answer. Then, getting none from me. "Or? If you were
wearing nice, satiny, panties – you'd get a spanking instead? Just by
hand?"

"They'd have to be PINK!" Edna stated firmly.

"I think we should leave it up to Harold," Gloria said. "See Harold?
Wear nice panties – pink panties, you simply get a spanking. Don't?
Edna practices her crop technique on you. That simple. Your choice.
That okay by you Edna?"

"I guess!" Edna said grudgingly.

I looked at it this way. I could argue the point – and get whipped by
the crop. Or? Just tell them I'd wear panties tomorrow – give myself
time to think? If she whipped me tomorrow because I wasn't wearing
panties? I'd be no worse off, would I? Eager to defer the punishment
any way I could, I nodded, eagerly.

Edna kept me busy filing and cleaning out the Ladies room and didn't
punish me any more. But by the time the end of the day came, I'd
reconsidered. Hey, I'd told them I'd wear panties – and god knows what
Edna would do to me if I didn't. And who was to know anyway - other
than her and Gloria? Sure, it might be difficult to sneak them past
Pamela – but I did the laundry anyway, so I could probably get away
with it. I wasn't too keen on the idea of buying panties – but I could
always tell the salesgirl that they were for my wife, huh? No problem.

I don't know what possessed me to look in my wallet at quitting time.
I nearly fainted! There was about two dollars there – and my credit
cards were all gone! Pamela must have taken them without telling me!

My delectable wife greeted me with a big hug. "Hi sweetie! I've been
waiting and waiting for you to tell me all about your day! Why don't
you pour us drinks, then you can tell me all about it before you make
dinner."

"Pamela darling? You didn't leave me very much money – and you took
my credit cards. May I have some money?"

"Certainly darling! But what do you need money for? And how much?"

I had absolutely no idea of what panties cost – and it suddenly dawned
on me that I'd no idea where to buy satin panties either!

"I lost a bet," I said, grabbing for the only explanation I could think
of.

"Who do you owe the money to?" she said, knitting her brows with
disapproval. "I can see why Gloria had this idea to control your fiscal
activities! Harold? That is disgraceful behavior!"

"Edna." I quavered – everything was going wrong!

"Well, I shall have a nice long chat with Edna tomorrow! Taking
advantage of her position like that!"

I felt my face begin to crumple, felt tears well in my eyes. "Please
Pamela. Please?"

"No! Harold? I'm not being mean! This is for your own good!" She
suddenly looked at me shrewdly."I have the feeling that you're telling
mummy big fibs. Am I right?"

"Yes Pamela," I mumbled, and the humiliations of the day overcame me
again, and I started to cry.

"Well, come and tell me all about it," she said kindly then took me
over to the sofa. Like the previous evening she embraced me and patted
my eyes with her perfumed handkerchief – but this time, it finally
dawned on me that I was sitting on her lap! Telling her all about my
day – this time a little more honestly.

Her response surprised me. Yes, she was as supporting as ever – but
where I'd expected nothing but scorn from her with regard to the
panties, she was as pragmatic as could be. "I don't know why you're
making so much fuss about wearing panties," was the first thing she
said. "You are simply playing into their hands by reacting this way!"

"I don't understand Pamela. What do you mean?"

"Harold! You knew yesterday that Gloria was going to humiliate you. She
told you that for goodness sake! Right?" I couldn't remember telling
Pamela this, but nodded in agreement. "So now they spank you – and you
act all humiliated – and tell you to wear panties – and you act
humiliated all over again! They're just acting like bullies the world
over. Do something - and get a reaction from you, so think that it was
fun – let's do it some more! And you're humiliated! Just a vicious
circle!"

"But what are you suggesting? That I act like I'm NOT humiliated?"

"EXACTLY! Wear the panties – but not just tomorrow – EVERY day! I've
got lots of pretty ones and can give you all that you need. Let's go
and look you out some right now!"

"You mean that by doing that, they'll stop?"

"Oh, they'll think up something else, I'm sure – but if you still want
to keep the promises you made last night and put up with it? All you
have to do is go along with what they tell you to do – but don't let
out a single PEEP about how embarrassed or humiliated you feel!
Understand?"

It made sense, in a convoluted sort of way – but I was so relieved to
have escaped the scorn I'd thought I'd get from Pamela that I accepted
her ideas enthusiastically. She went to our bedroom while I made the
drinks. When I got there with them, she had about a dozen pair of
panties laid out on the bed. Happy and smiling, she kept pressing one
pair after another into my hands making me say how nice they felt – and
admire the lace, etc. Actually? They did feel very nice to the touch.

"You're blushing!" she accused me.

"Well? It IS kinda embarrassing, you know!" I replied.

"Can't have you acting like this at work tomorrow! Let's get you used
to them!" she said. "Get your shoes, socks, and pants off. Let's see.
Those pink ones are lovely – and just a little shade pinker than that
other pair – these you can wear tomorrow. Okay sweetie! Panty time!"

It was bad enough wearing the panties, but my embarrassment was made
worst a hundredfold and she compounded that by not letting me put my
other clothes on, tying me into a frilled opaque half apron that I'd
never seen before, with a large bow at the back – then made me make,
serve, and eat dinner – then clean up, with nothing but the panties and
apron underneath my waist. Teasing me of course, she caressed and
patted my backside often, commenting on how pretty I was. We had very
good sex that night – although I found her to be a little more
aggressive than she was normally.

When Edna spanked me the following day, it wasn't sore at all. She did
sting my buttocks with the first slap – which was STILL a lot less
painful than the crop – but then said that if I kicked my feet prettily
and squealed, she would take things easy on me. Later, she and Gloria
both commented on how well I'd emulated a girl being spanked – but
they'd noticed some hair on the backs of my thighs – told me to borrow
a depilatory from Pamela and get rid of all my body hair that night –
except to have my pubic hair formed into a heart shape – and dyed pink!

What could I do? I asked Pamela to help me – and she was ecstatic about
the results! Helped me to apply the depilatory – even shaped and dyed
the hair around my privates! Raved about how wonderful my buttocks felt
under my panties afterwards! Then after we'd almost settled in for the
evening, she started to giggle and, saying she had a great idea, ran
off to the bedroom. When she returned, I almost fainted with desire –
she was dressed in a beautiful set of pink baby dolls and a shortie
peignoir!

"WOW!" I gasped as she sauntered up to me in a sexy provocative
manner.

"You like, sailor?" she said in a fair imitation of Marlene Dietrich.
"Here! Touch me here!"

"You bet doll! Wow! Do you feel nice!" I said.

"You want to feel nice too?" she purred playfully.

"Oh Yeah!" I replied.

A little while later, she had me parading around our bedroom together –
me in my pale blue baby dolls, her in her pink ( The blue looks so
masculine on you darling!" she sniggered).

I'd objected of course, but she persuaded me with a very logical
argument.

"Look! Edna and Gloria are still embarrassing you, right? Dressing you
in girl's clothes! Spanking you on your panties – and when you act like
a little girl? Taking it easy on you!" Her voice was quite scornful.
"They're wanting you to act like a sissy! Making you more girly every
day!"

"But you said . . ," I wailed.

"Oh Tush! They're introducing you to all the girlish things! But what
would it be like if you actually got ahead of them? Then your reaction
will be that much less, won't it?" her voice got firmer, a little
angry.

"Why don't you stop arguing with me! Trust me, I know I'm right! And
anyway? This is also for ME! I want to feel how pretty you feel with
nice clothes on! Now, let's get these baby dolls on you!"

That night she taught me a lot of things I didn't know about pleasing
her – where to stroke her body and face gently – where to caress
firmly. How to use my lips, fingers and tongue to please her – while
she used the same techniques to drive me to distraction. Our lovemaking
– when she allowed it to happen, was spectacular – her being on top as
usual. When we finished, I was lying on my back, while she was propped
up on one elbow, looking down on me with a strange smile on her face.
She fondled some ruffles at my breasts. "My sweet little lesbian lover
– my husband!"

But Pamela was correct. Gloria and Edna continued to feminize me but
as I'd learned to mute my reactions – mostly by becoming more and more
feminine at home, they appeared to get less and less enjoyment from it.
One day, Gloria called me into her office. Edna was there as well.
Both of them were smiling.

"Hi sweetie!" Gloria said. "We've just been talking about you. Finally
decided on your title here."

"I'm not an associate any more?" I asked.

"No. We thought that Office Girl was more appropriate. More in line
with what you've been doing. What do you think?"

I'd been learning to accept what was done to me with equanimity, but
this did shake me. "Office girl?" I mumbled. "But I'm a man."

"Yes, we thought you might say that. Realize that you must get over
that silly mental stumbling block you have. So first thing? We thought
we'd start calling you Carole. Harold is such a masculine name, don't
you think, while Carole is pretty and even sounds a lot like it. On top
of that? Seeing as you're going to be the office girl – and have a name
like Carole? – We're of the opinion that you should get your hair done
properly – in a girl's style of course – and wear nicer clothes. We
won't rush you into that aspect of course – but start wearing a bra
tomorrow, would you? And don't forget – get some nice breast forms to
fit inside it!"

She saw my look of horror. "Just do as you're told dear, and don't you
have some filing to do?"

"Yes Miss Matson.."

" Okay Carole, you can go now. But by the way?"

"Yes Miss?"

"Mrs. Trellis will be coming in shortly. I think you should hide
again, don't you?"

"If Miss Edna doesn't mind?" I said.

"Of course you can hide dear! Sweet of you to ask!" Edna said.

"See? When you don't fuss and act like a girl should? See how
reasonable we are?" Gloria said softly. "Off with you now. I'll call
you when it's time for you to come in."

"Thank you Miss Matson," I said.

She called me in a while later. I was surprised to see that she'd
changed her skirt. Where before it had been a straight sheath in a dark
color to meet her jacket, she was now in a full skirt with the hem well
beneath her knees. She saw me looking. Twirled gracefully. "Like it?"

"It's very pretty Miss Matson," I said.

"Thought you'd like it," she said, giving me a peculiar smile. "Now
into your burrow, bunny Carole. In you go!"

She was talking quite nicely to me now – but her tone was the one you'd
use to a young girl. Blushing, I dropped to my hands and knees and
backed in. She sat down. "Comfy Carole?"

As I replied, "Yes, thank you Miss Matson," she pulled her skirt back
and opened her legs until I was looking directly into her crotch. Okay
Carole, come forward and put your head between my legs and lick me."

"Lick you Miss Matson?" She stretched an arm under the desk and, before
I knew it, she had a hold of my ear! I squealed with pain but moved my
face forward until my nose was practically rubbing against her panties.
Then, she closed her thighs, clamping me in place – then pulled her
long skirt down, over my head so that my head and shoulders were
enclosed in it.

"Now sweetie? Can you hear me alright?" I heard her say.

"Yes Miss Matson, " I said, nodding my head in case she couldn't hear
me.

"Have you ever masturbated Carole?"

I blushed and nodded.

"I just wondered if sissies actually did things like that. So this time
Carole? I'll give you a signal and you can stop licking me, and give me
one of your wonderful 'toe-jobs'" she giggled. But this time? While you
do that, I want you to enjoy yourself too. I want you to caress
yourself until you come into your pretty panties – that way I'll know
you had a good time. Okay?"

"But that will make a mess Miss . ." I never got the chance to finish
as she reached under the desk and rapped my head with her knuckles.

"Just do as you're told!" she snapped – then rang Edna to allow Mrs.
Trellis into the office.

Under her skirt was pungent with a musky scent of a woman in heat and
very warm. She relaxed her thigh muscles which gave me more freedom
of movement, but I knew very well that a retreat was out of the
question – so proceeded to work my tongue. The air under her skirt grew
even more dense and humid as she started to rub herself up against the
bridge of my nose – and then, as her undulations continued, to my
amazement I felt her start to quiver as if an electric shock was
running through her – and her hands stretched down and grabbed my ears
– pulling me into her while the air filled with a strong musky odor and
I knew she had come.

I'm not a hundred percent sure, but there was a definite pause above me
as the older woman seemed to be aware that something sexual was going
on in front of her – but had the sense - or decency – to allow whatever
it was to come to a close. Gloria had signaled she was finished by
widening her thighs to free me, and I pulled back, to start working on
her toes, just as she instructed. I really didn't need any reminding to
then complete what she had ordered. Slowly, luxuriously, I stroked my
erection through my pants as I did so, feeling the satin of my panties
as I slid my erection up and down against them. I felt my eyes close
slowly and came – gushing freely – feeling my whole front become warm
and sticky as I spewed forth.

When I was allowed to come out, Gloria's reasoning became clear. "Look
at that MESS!" she said to Edna. "Can't have Carole walking around
like that." She turned to me. "Have you no sense of office decorum
young lady? I hope you have a change of clothes with you!"

I was well aware that she expected me to say that I was in the mess I
was simply because of what she'd told me. Having no intention of making
more trouble for myself, I simply replied to her question.

"No Miss Matson, I don't have any clothes here. May I go home and
change?"

"No, you may NOT!" Edna said indignantly. "You have work to do here!"

"Didn't that girl – the last office girl leave some clothes in her
locker – Carole's locker now?" Gloria asked. "If she did? I'll bet
there's something that'll fit her in there."

(Somehow? I had the feeling there would be). Later.

"Isn't Carole pretty in her dress? Gloria said semi-seriously as
Edna nodded agreeably. The dress in question was rather new appearing
for a dress that had somehow been left in error – and naturally, it
fitted perfectly – although it was a little large in the bust area. (To
tell the truth, I was surprised that my unknown benefactress hadn't
left me a bra as well). It was a print dress, rather dark background
with orchids. It had a flirty skirt, with a built in slip and puffed
sleeves that Claudia and Edna both swore set off my white weak arms
perfectly.

It fastened in the back and as Edna did the honors, Gloria said, "It'll
probably be too difficult for you to undo those fasteners Carole. Maybe
you can ask Pamela to help you undress when you get home?'

They weren't too happy with how I walked in the dress, despite my best
efforts to imitate the mincing way of walking they were demanding.
Finally, Edna said, "I have an idea that'll speed this up – we don't
have all day to be fooling around teaching this little pansy how to
walk like one. Stand there in front of that chair, Carole!" She went
into the Ladies room and came out with something in her hands. Then she
sat down in the chair and smoothed out her skirt across her lap. "Get
over my knees Carole."

Reluctantly, I laid myself over her knees. "But I haven't done anything
wrong Miss Edna," I said pleadingly.

"Silly girl! I'm not going to spank you!" But as she said this, she
lifted my skirt and gave me a sharp contemptuous slap on my panties.
The quickly slid them down just enough to bare my backside.

"You might want to Relax, Carole," Gloria suggested as I felt Edna's
finger apply some sort of cool gel around and up my backside.

"Oh please – WHAT!" I squealed as something firm and hard was inserted
inside me at the rear! "Oh OH OH!" I whimpered as it was pushed deeper
and deeper inside me. Then, suddenly, the incredible pressure I'd been
feeling disappeared as my backside closed around the alien thing,
accepting it!

"There you go girlie!" Edna said, pulling my panties back into place
and giving me another slap, before adjusting my skirt downwards. "Up
you get!"

I felt as if I had an urgent need to go to the bathroom. Instinctively,
I tightened the muscles around my backside. Stood helplessly. Gloria
gave me a pat on the rear. "It's okay Carole. You have a butt plug in
you – you don't need to go to the bathroom – just walk over to the far
wall and back. Let's see if Edna's idea works."

They were almost in hysterics by the time they finished with me. The
plug did make it nearly impossible to walk in any way but a mincing
fashion, the skirts of my dress literally whipping around as I moved.
But this was not enough for my tormentors – Gloria went out and bought
me some high heeled shoes and thigh high stockings. The shoes were less
of a bother than I would have supposed, but the women had me walk with
my left hand on my hip and my right arm held straight down at a slight
angle to my body, and my hand twisted so that my palm faced forward.
After Edna took her crop out to make SURE that I understood what they
wanted, I learned very quickly.

Then Gloria got the idea that I should help her change back into the
skirt she'd worn originally – and that I should assist her. Edna
suggested that as I was acting in a Ladies maid function? An apron
might be appropriate? Some minutes later, in my dark little dress and a
white apron I was kneeling in front of a woman who at one time had been
my social inferior, undressing her while she reminded me casually of
how I'd once looked down on her – "But you much prefer looking up like
this, don't you Carole?" patting me on the head as one would a pet dog.
As I had learned to do, I smiled up at her subserviently.

"Oh yes Miss Matson."

Early that afternoon, Gloria came to the conclusion that it would be a
good idea for me to notify Pamela that I'd be needing a hairdo as well
as a bra and forms being purchased for me that night. "Give her some
notice you know? Why don't you call her?"

When I did, Pamela's reaction astonished me. "A bra? Breast forms? A
HAIRDO? A WOMAN'S hairdo! Oh, for goodness sake! Have you no pride you
- you simpering little sissy? I mean, you're an Associate in a thriving
law firm, aren't you?"

I wasn't sure if Gloria or Edna were listening in, so had to correct
the impression she was conveying that I'd keep her in ignorance about
my new title. "Actually darling? Gloria thought it would be best if I
got a new title . . ," I paused.

"WELL? Aren't you going to tell me what it is? I don't suppose she's
promoted you to Vice President?" she said, sarcasm dripping from every
word.

She wants me to take the name Carole – and I'm the new office girl!" I
said in a rush.

There was a silence at the other end of the line for a few seconds.
Then Pamela spoke again, in an amused tone. "Ah! I see? You want to
look the part? Of course dear, I understand. But why don't you ask –
nicely now – if you can have the rest of the day off? Suzette, my
hairdresser? She'll be over here today – and she can probably handle
you as well. So go and ask."

"Oh sure Pamela," Gloria's voice broke in on the line. "I was just
listening to make sure Carole didn't forget to ask you properly. She
can be quite forgetful at times. I'll send her home right now. Carole?
Go and tell Miss Edna that I want you to go home! Hurry now – like a
little bunny!"

She HAD been listening in to our conversation after all!

Edna was very nice. "Alright dear. You can go now. No, you can't wear
those nasty yucky clothes you were wearing – that dress is much nicer.
But can I say something?"

"Yes, Miss Edna. Of course," I replied.

"Well? Right now, you look like a man in a dress. With a little work,
you might look a lot more like a girl? Not generate so much notice
while you're getting to your car – or driving home?"

"Will it take long?" I whispered.

"Not at all dear," she said.

She was absolutely correct. Less than ten minutes later she was
escorting me to my car. From somewhere she'd produced a wig, laughingly
stuffed some facial tissues into the front of my dress, than applied
blusher, eyeshadow, eyeliner, mascara, and lipstick. My skirt swishing
about me probably drew more eyes that would otherwise have been
expected – I mean I did look more like a real woman now – but was
certainly not THAT attractive – it was the style of walking that she
demanded from me that drew the stares. The women that saw me looked
scornful – the men, interested. She and I parted – as women do – with
an embrace and a brushing of cheeks.

As I made my way home, I worried. What on earth had got into Pamela?
How would she react to seeing me in a dress, high heels, and makeup?
In our garage, I was surprised to see a brand new Jaguar sitting in her
spot. Wondered who owned it, then let myself into the house embarrassed
by how my heels sounded on the hardwood floors, and ashamed at how I
was walking – even somewhat frightened that I couldn't seem to change
now..

I heard her calling "Who's that?" Then she came around a corner and
gasped, putting her hand to her bosom and looking frightened.

"It's me! Harold!" I said.

"Harold?" Then she gave me a dazzling smile! "I didn't recognize you
darling!" Came and gave me a kiss. "You didn't tell me you would be
wearing a dress!" she said accusingly, but with a smile to soften her
words. Then she backed off. "Actually dear? You look quite good! Did I
ever tell you that I loved you?"

"You certainly didn't sound like it when we spoke on the phone!" I
grumbled.

"Oh! You poor thing! You didn't take me seriously, did you?"

I blinked in surprise. "Yes, Kinda."

She looked quite surprised. "But why? I wasn't sure – thought that one
of them might be listening in! And I was right, wasn't I?"

"I never thought of that," I admitted.

"Oh Carole! You little silly! I love you! You didn't think you're
mummy would be so cruel? Surely not!"

"You just called me Carole!" I protested.

"So? Don't you think you should get used to that name? How do you think
they'll react at the office if you don't answer to it when they speak
to you? I only did that for your own good. Don't you see?"

She was getting a hurt look and my heart went out to her. "I'm sorry
Pamela," I said apologetically. Then, I noticed something. "Those are
really striking earrings – and is that a new ring?"

She beamed a smile at me touching her ear with one finger, then
fluttering her hand. "Aren't they beautiful? The ring is a flawless two
carat diamond – and the matching earrings are one carat each."

"But weren't they dreadfully expensive?" I asked. Then added, "That
Jaguar in the garage?"

"Isn't it a dream? I've always wanted one in that shade of red. They
just delivered it this morning!"

"But didn't these things cost a lot of money?" I asked.

"Maybe – but I have lots, don't I?" she said flippantly. "After all,
what's the use of having money if you can't spend it!"

"But are you talking about the money from our account?" I asked,
worried.

"No. I'm spending the money from MY account. It's mine, isn't it?
And there's still tons of it left!"

I looked at her aghast. Yes, we were rich – but it was money my family
– not hers – had accumulated by conservative means over the generations
– and she seemed to be spending like a drunken sailor! I sighed to
myself. After all, I had signed our money over to her – and what she
had spent so far? It was really a drop in the bucket. My musings were
cut short. She had said something.

"What was that darling?" I asked, "Didn't hear what you said."

"We have a new member in our little family!" she whispered excitedly.

Then spoke loudly. "Bridget! You there?"

A large, swarthy, woman appeared immediately, looking admiringly at
Pamela. "Yes Mistress?" she said.

"Bridget! I'd like you to meet my husband! "

"Your husband ma'am?" the woman said, looking appraisingly at me, her
eyes taking in my hair, makeup – and the dress of course. Then she
came over, with her hand out as if to shake hands. Instinctively I held
mine out – and watched it get engulfed in hers. "Hi!" she said.

"Carole? Bridget is our new housekeeper!" Pamela said. "I think I need
some help around here – so it seemed the most sensible thing to do."

"Pleased to meet you Bridget," I said, my voice small. "But my name is
Harold."

"Carole! Please! I told you why I want you to start accepting your new
name! You'll just confuse Bridget! Say that you're sorry – please?"
Pamela was upset – and it showed.

"Oh! He doesn't have to apologize to me. I want Carole and I to be the
best of friends," Bridget said softly, still holding on to my hand. "I
like your dress Carole. Did you pick it yourself? It looks nice on
you."

She was soft spoken and quite deferential, but she scared the hell out
of me. In my recent experiences with women – even my own WIFE for
goodness sake – I'd discovered a trepidation within myself, a feeling
that I was inadequate beside them. Here, with her holding onto my hand?
I literally felt frozen with fear! At the same time? Should I admit
that I was dressed in the fashion I was because I'd been forced into
it? I mumbled something incoherent.

"Oh Carole!" Pamela said sharply. "Your diction is becoming atrocious!
You must learn to speak UP!"

"I was saying that maybe I should change before Suzette gets here?" I
said, managing a little more clarity.

Pamela gave me an impatient grimace. "Whatever for? Honestly Carole,
you're beginning to THINK like a woman! It's most disconcerting!" She
made a tutting sound.

"Mistress?" Bridget said. "May I suggest that Carole and I have a
little chat? Get to know each other?"

"Yes! Good idea. I'm glad that someone can think straight around here!"

Pamela said, obviously aggravated, and left the room. I became even
more fearful. Bridget had never let go of my hand and was staring quite
hard at me now, a glint of amusement in her eyes.

"Carole? I asked you a question a little while ago, and you never
answered. Now, I consider that a very rude way to treat a servant,
don't you?"

"I'm . .I'm . . terribly . .frightfully . .. sorry Bridget. I got
distracted."

She was taking me over to the sofa, sitting down and pulling me down to
sit in her lap! Finally, let my hand go and put an arm around my
shoulders, then pulling me into her embrace, gently chucked me under
the chin! Smiled possessively at me. "That's all right pet. But you
won't be rude to Bridget again, will you? Ever again?"

"Oh no, Bridget !"

"Know something? You're the prettiest master I've ever had! Do you
like dressing up like a girl? And, like I said? That's a very pretty
dress. And mistress tells me that you're going to get a makeover
tonight!"

I started to try and answer her questions, but she put a large finger
on my lips. "That's all right dearie. I don't mean to be so nosy!
Mistress tells me that you're the office girl for a law firm?"

Horrified, I looked at her. Pamela had told her that? Nodded.

"She's very generous you know! Bought you a LOT of nice clothes for you
to wear to the office."

"I didn't know that," I whispered.

"Well, I thought you didn't, because if you had, you'd never have upset
her now, would you?"

"No."

"Of course you wouldn't have – a nice girl like you! But I understand
that you're rather careless with money?"

"What? What do you mean?"

"Didn't your employer ask mistress to keep an eye on your daily
expenditures? And didn't she say she would?"

"Well, yes . . but you see . ."

"Well mistress has asked me to take that function over. Says that
though she's never had to chastise you, the day could come when you'd
need discipline, and she's too fond of you to administer it."

"Discipline?" I croaked.

"Oh nothing much – a spanking would probably be all that would be
required. That's fair, don't you think?"

Stunned, I could only stare at this huge woman. I was to report to HER!
A servant!

"Oh yes. Very fair!" I stammered.

"Wonderful!" she enthused. "Now, go over my knee," she added, starting
to pull me in that direction.

"But I haven't done anything wrong! Please don't spank me. Please?"

She reached into a pocket and pulled out a latex glove, which she put
on her hand. "I'm not going to spank you – you silly little sissy!" she
said, pulling my panties down. "I'm just going to remove your plug! But
keep in mind, if you don't continue to walk properly? I'll have to
replace it! You won't forget, will you?"

"No." I panted, humiliated beyond words.

"Then every morning before work? You can report to me and I'll insert
it for you. Okay?"

"Mmmm – yes. Oh yes!" I gasped as I felt her withdraw the plug.

"Oh! You and I? We're going to be friends, aren't we? Such intimate
friends!" she whispered, now sticking a finger into me and wiggling
it, then slowly extracting it – then forcing it in again!

Naturally, Pamela chose that particular moment to return – and bring
Suzette, her hairdresser with her! She was in the room before she took
in what was going on.. "Oh Carole! I didn't mean to disturb your fun!
But while we're here, why don't you say hello to Suzette?"

With Bridget's hand on the small of my back, and her finger continuing
to rape me, I could only gape upwards a little, so didn't see much of
Suzette's face, though I knew she had come up and was fingering my
hair.

"Pamela? This will be NO problem at all! I'll be able to shape and fix
it for tonight – no sweat!" Then she giggled, "I'm sorry Harold. I'm
usually better mannered – but business always comes first, right? Nice
to meet you!"

I groaned unintelligibly, but she seemed to take it as an appropriate
answer. Then, chatting amicably, the two women left me under Bridget's
care as if nothing was amiss!

Then, finally, Bridget's finger was out of me. I felt her rearrange the
waist band of my panties, then she was sitting me upright again.

"Wasn't that fun?" she asked rhetorically, a sly expression on her
face. "But now Carole? Walk over to the far wall, and back. I want to
make sure that you haven't forgotten how to walk properly!"

Knowing that she was still holding my plug close by – I remembered all
too well how to walk, and delighted her with my mincing effeminacy as I
sauntered to the wall she'd pointed at – and returned.

Suzette seemed to have a good reputation as both a cosmetician and
hairdresser – and working in conjunction with Pamela had me essentially
feminized before dinner time. It was particularly galling to me to
discover how easily she 'converted' me – especially with her going on
and on about my beautiful complexion, my lack of facial hair and, most
upsetting, my eyelashes – which she raved about. She spent most of the
time until then doing 'odds and sods' as she put it. Hair shampooed,
then trussed up in a turban. Eyebrows waxed (That was painful!) and a
quick manicure and pedicure. Ears pierced.

Pamela decided that it was silly for me to have to cook dinner then
have the clean up etcetera, so we ordered pizza – (of which I got one
tiny slice) and salad – which I was allowed to eat as much as I wanted
– but with minimum dressing, I didn't care for rabbit food – memories
of Gloria referring to me as a 'bunny' still fresh in my mind.

After dinner, I was finally allowed to take my dress off – only to
discover that I was now being fitted with breast forms. To tell the
truth, I'd always thought of them as the old fashioned 'falsies' – you
know, something formed to fit inside a bra? But this was quite
different.

Aghast, I discovered that they were going to be adhered to my body –
and for DAYS at a time! I also found out that, as Suzette
enthusiastically reported, they would feel and act 'just like the real
thing!' So after quite a time taken in measuring me, and making tiny
little indexing marks on my chest, I was introduced to the joys of
semi-permanent breast forms with, naturally, a lacy bra to keep them in
place.

Suzette had wanted me to feel them with my hands and they had felt
surprisingly light.. But once they were affixed? It felt strange – as
if my whole center of gravity had changed – and my new style of walking
seemed to accentuate the strangeness considerably. Another thing that
compounded my strange feeling? Pamela's reaction!

Once my 'breasts' were attached and I was having my hair 'done'? She
grew a little distant from me. Still referred to me as her 'hero' and
'macho husband' – but there was an underlying mockery there that was
becoming more and more evident.. Started telling me how 'gorgeous' I
was now – and how I'd be the 'prettiest office girl' in the whole
building when I returned to work the following day. She produced my new
baby dolls – Pink now – while she wore yellow. She smiled when she saw
me walk – then hung over us as Suzette finally finished with my hair
and applied my make up.

Bridget had disappeared by the time that Suzette started packing all
the tools of her trade – with a tiny application of a very expensive
perfume to my wrists, ears, and bosom. In my high heeled slippers –
pink naturally, and a saucy ribbon in my styled hair – also pink? My
makeup, artfully applied? Glistening nails on both fingers and toes?
My bracelets? I was almost a match for my lovely wife, Pamela. Who
seemed excited for some reason now.

Not by me – obviously. I was now nothing more than a girl companion,
someone to discuss makeup, movies, TV, and magazine articles with.
After a few disapproving glances I learned what responses were 'valid'
and what were not. Accordingly, I spent a leisurely half hour talking
'girl talk' with my wife. During this period, I found out that she had
quite a crush on Jenny – the lawyer who'd been advising us – only she
now referred to her as 'Jen'.

"Oh! Wait until you meet her! So strong! So intelligent! So masculine!
You'll love her, just wait and see!"

Then, the doorbell rang. It was normally my job to answer it but,
dressed as I was – and the fact that Pamela raced to answer it – I
suddenly had the premonition as to who it was going to be. Feminine
intuition? I don't know – but it was Jen.

She (?) Though I'm now used to thinking of her as a 'he' – though
taller than me, was a fairly stocky, muscular woman. Fair hair, bright
blue eyes – a very penetrating stare that she focused on me as she
advanced to be introduced. "You're Carole? Used to be Harold? You're
much prettier than I'd supposed you'd be. Matter of fact! You make a
damn fine looking woman! Come here and give me a kiss."

Meekly, I advanced on her – Pamela walking and smiling alongside me.
"Didn't I SAY that Jen would appeal to you, huh? Isn't she the
greatest?" she said, more than once. And she said to Jen. "Look at how
she's walking. Isn't she CUTE?"

That my wife had referred to me as a 'she' didn't seem to bother me
too much. Jen didn't reply, just stared at me until I minced into her
arms. She took my arms and draped them around her neck and with her
being taller than me, I had to stretch against her. For some reason, I
found this most erotic – especially when she put her hands on my
buttocks to pull me into her. Surprisingly, her kiss was very chaste.
When she disengaged, she smiled at me. 'Nice teeth,' I thought.

"Let's dance?" she said softly. "Pamela? Put on some music, huh?"

I heard Pamela giggle a little. Then the lights dimmed and soft music
surrounded us. Jen felt so strong, and I felt so weak. It seemed
absolutely natural that I played the woman's role. Gradually, I felt my
aversion to femininity disappear – it was if my body were melting into
hers. She was whispering words that were soft and enticing, and I was
nodding my head and making soft mewling noises as she led me over to
sit on a chair.

"I'll be back in a minute. Okay honey?" she whispered. Speechless with
soft lust, I could only nod.

Pamela was taking a hold of my hand and tugging me gently over to sit
beside her at the dressing table bench. I looked at the two women in
the mirror. "My lipstick's all mussed up!" I said, distracted a little
by the fact that one of the women in the mirror was lip syncing what I
was saying.

"Yes! I know! Time to freshen up! Here let me do it for you. Don't want
you all smeared up for Jen, do we?"

"But I thought that Jen was YOUR girlfriend?" I managed to ask trying
valiantly to keep the jealousy out of my voice, when she paused in
making my lips pretty again.

"Oh No! BOYfriend would be more like it – and anyway? Don't you like
her? Isn't she so strong and masculine? I thought you needed to meet
somebody like her. You DO like her! Don't try and pretend to me!"

I saw the girl in the mirror blush. Her lipstick was wet and scarlet
looking now. Saw her lips move again as I answered Pamela. "Yes – I
like her. But it's ME that is masculine . .there's something wrong here
. . ."

She patted my thigh – caressed it actually. "Masculine? Don't be silly!
You may be a male, because of that little thing you have in front of
you – but sweetie? I'M more masculine than you are!"

I opened my mouth to protest, but she over-rode me. "You're sweet,
soft, and girlish. Always were. Now? We're just introducing you to the
joys of being what you should have been all along – a girl! Now stand
up! Lean over this bench, please?"

"What for?" I asked, though I did as she'd said.

"A girl's gotta be ready at all times!" she giggled, lifting up the
back of my baby dolls and pulling down my panties.

"I've been walking properly!" I protested, almost crying as I felt what
she was doing.

"Huh?" she asked, continuing to lubricate my back passage. Then she
laughed. "Oh NO sweetie. It's Bridget's job to put your plugs in and
out now. Just relax." Then, to my surprise, she just pulled my panties
back into position and gave me a tiny slap on the posterior. "That's
it! Remember, just relax!"

I wasn't so stupid that what she was telling me didn't make sense, but
I didn't have any time to react as Jen was back in the room, smiling
dangerously as she came, took me by the hand and led me to the bed. I
didn't make any resistance – couldn't. She lay on one side of me, and
I felt the bed shift, and knew that Pamela was on the other.

Then, in a fog from some forceful necking, I found myself being
positioned into a kneeling position and pulled back until my backside
was hanging over the bed.. Discovered that Pamela was putting a condom
over my erection 'So's you won't mess your nice jammies," she
whispered. I could see the white of her teeth in the darkness as she
smiled.

Within minutes, Jen made me into her woman, entering me from the rear
and whispering pretty words. I still cried but, after a little while of
moving in rhythm with the dildo inside me, felt a pressure growing and,
to my surprise found I was ejaculating into the condom!

"There, there, Carole! Liked that, huh? Now it's time for you to come
and please mummy!"

And, where Pamela had watched me become Jen's woman – Jen now lay
and watched as I became Pamela's lesbian husband!

The following morning it didn't seem so bad, as I laid over Bridget's
knees so that I could have my plug inserted. She used her finger to
tickle me a bit there, but I was sore and asked her, nicely, to stop –
and she smiled understandingly and complied. I didn't quite understand
the clothes I was to wear though.

"Isn't this a maid's uniform?" I asked, fingering the pink, extremely
showy, satin dress with the mass of frilled petticoats – and the
particular lacy panties – also in satin. "I don't know if Miss Matson
or Miss Edna will approve!"

Bridget slid her hand up inside my dress and caressed my backside.
"Don't worry about it sweetheart – just tell them that Bridget dressed
you this morning!"

I left Jen and Pamela necking softly in bed. They both smiled as I
curtseyed (Bridget's 'suggestion') before I left. She (Bridget) then
drove me to work and escorted me to the office, coming in with me.
"Time I met the other ladies in your life Carole," she told me.

Neither Miss Gloria nor Miss Edna seemed put out about my attire – as a
matter of fact, I was surprised to discover that they had a frilled
maid's cap and matching apron that went very well with the dress. I
started feeling uneasy. So many things that didn't make much sense, –
how Pamela was aware of things that went on in the office – and vice
versa. How could Gloria and Edna have had an apron and cap that went
with my dress? How come Bridget knew her way to the office, when she'd
never been there before?

But I wasn't given much time. Had to make coffee and serve it to the
ladies, then Gloria called me into her office – and pointed under the
desk.

"Time for your burrow little bunny. In you go!"

I knew better than to argue – so backed in. She then sat in her chair
and pulled it in enclosing me, and hiking her skirt up and spread her
thighs. Sighed happily as I started to tongue her. Then I heard a
woman's voice – it was familiar, though it took me a few seconds to
realize that it was Dorothy – my old partner.

There was definitely something different about her voice that I
couldn't quite place – and then I realized what it was – she was no
longer speaking in the breathless feminine way she had in the past –
she sounded like a much more mature woman – with lots of confidence.

They spoke for a few minutes, then, to my amazement, Gloria stood up
from her desk and moved away. Then, someone else sat in the chair.
"This the chair that has magical powers?" Dorothy said, hiking her
skirt and slip up to reveal her panties! Then she spread her legs!

I knew what was expected of me now, so moved into her and started
licking and sucking. I could feel her relax – and then she was reaching
under the desk and patting me on the head. "MY! You've finally found
something at which you excel Harold – oh, sorry! Carole! Just keep it
up for a little while, okay? That's a good girl!"

Then, only a few minutes after she'd orgasmed, she was gone – and
someone else was in the chair. But this time? There were no panties
under the skirt – just a large dildo! I knew what I was supposed to do
but there wasn't enough room under that desk – then the chair rolled
back a little and still on my knees I followed it – then just as I
neared it, the chair rolled back some more – and again I neared it and
again it left – and then I was out in the light – and it moved away!

I looked up at Jen smiling at me and she beckoned me with her finger
and, in my pink satin dress, my lacy white apron getting in the way as
I moved along on my knees, my flounced maid's cap bobbing, I followed
her all the way to the center of the office. There, Jen looked down at
me.

"Want to be a good girl, Carole? Give Jen a nice blow job?"

"Yes," I said, near tears, seeing all of the women encircling me.
Pamela, my wife amongst them, smiling proudly and encouragingly.

"Hasn't he turned into the nicest girl?" she boasted as I took the
dildo into my mouth - and with my head bobbing as I moved up and down I
blushed at her praise as all of the women laughed and applauded.
Finally, something was ejaculated into my mouth. I choked, but taken by
surprise as I was, had to swallow!

"Good girl! What a natural!" Pamela said helping me to regain my feet
after Jen removed the dildo. Then, she put her arm around my shoulders
and, turning and making me follow, made a complete turn, making me
face all the women surrounding me.

"Carole? We did this to you today to let you know what you are. Here?
You're the office girl. At home, you're a maid. Here, your desk is that
one over there. At home, you'll have the maid's room adjoining Bridget.
There, you will address her as Miss Bridget, me you'll call Mistress,
and Jen – you will address as Master. Dorothy, Gloria, Jen, and myself
are setting up a new coalition of which you will own nothing . ."

"Though thanks for your money sweetie – we sure needed that!" Dorothy
interrupted.

Pamela smiled. "Very true – but you've been pleasing us four partners
– and as Edna and Bridget are going to be major forces in your life
from here on in and, as it's going to take some time for us to cross
the 'T's' and dot the 'I's' I'd suggest that the three of you go home –
and start becoming friends."

Edna was standing on one side of me, Bridget on the other. As Pamela
finished talking, each of them linked an arm in mine and started
walking me out of the door, with me too dazed to comprehend what I'd
just been told.

"Yeah! Intimate friends!" Bridget said.

"Sounds like a plan to me!" Edna said patting me possessively on the
ass..

1 comment:

  1. This could only be written by a woman with serious inadequacy issues. The story is so full of holes that defy logic or even a glimmer of sense as to be nauseating to read.
    I wish when women with inadequacy issues tried to write stories that show a male as not very bright they would at least qualify it a bit with showing a trend that set the individual out as especially stupid.
    But its written to suggest these numb skull women as incredibly intelligent and the guy as thick as two planks..
    Its just not plausible.
    Not even any good sex
    Bummer

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