13 October 2013

Cross-training

 By: Belladonna

"Are you ready, pet?"

"Yes, mistress," George Bloom responded as Celene knocked upon the iron
door. George heard the loud clink of the old fashion knocker upon the door
as he pulled at the hem of his short skirt.

He anxiously waited for the door to open, hopeful that he would not be
noticed by those passing by on the street below the staircase leading to
the porch he was standing upon. George had never been to a Dom-sub party
like the one that his mistress had been telling him she was bringing him to
despite his many years of paying for his mistress's services.

George was by all accounts a successful man. He owned a company that had
offices in a number of states in the American Northeast and Midwest. He had
inherited the company from his parents and had expanded it over the years.
Prior to joining his parents' company, he had been an All-State hurdler in
high school and had been a marginally successful collegiate athlete in
track and field.

Despite his success in all his endeavors, George always felt that there was
something missing from his life. A large part of that had to do with his
failure to maintain a successful relationship. His job entailed working
long hours that kept him from giving the women he dated the kind of
attention they expected from a man.

In addition to the long hours, his job also carried with it a lot of
pressure. That pressure wore on him and caused him to prematurely age.

George's constant winning in the workplace, however, helped foster his
boredom with his life. George felt the need to lose at something beyond
relationships, so he sought out an outlet he found online.

George started to obtain the services of online dominatrixes. The way they
talked down to him and degraded him stirred a different sort of arousal
within him that he was not used to.  The idea of being dictated to instead
of being the one with the power became his greatest source of pleasure.

After a few years of only using online services to obtain his thrills
through fantasy and occasionally carrying out his mistresses' orders in the
comfort of his own home, George needed more. George actively sought out and
found for hire mistresses who were located not far from where he worked.

George contacted a few of them before he got the nerve to actually go to
Mistress Celene. Mistress Celene was one of the more successful
dominatrixes in the area. She had a number of high roller clients when she
took George on. She enjoyed dominating men as a way to earn extra income.
The moonlighting served two ends for her. There was the financial side and
then there was her ability to exercise the kind of control she did not have
in her personal and professional lives.

Celene was successful in her field as an assistant District Attorney, but
she did not have much authority at her job. She handled mid-level crimes
and was overseen by others she considered not as smart or capable as her.
The dominatrix outlet proved to alluring for her to pass up even though it
was prohibited by her the terms of her employment.

While she was successful in professional life, Celene viewed her personal
life as a failure. She had few friends and few admirers. Her 6 foot 2
height without heels intimidated a lot of men as did her line of work. Her
generally cold and distant demeanor did not help things either. It was only
by playing the part of a dominatrix that she found an ability to connect
with people on a basic level.

Over the years that George had been employing Celene's services, he had
risen among her ranks of submissive clients. During the first couple of
years of their relationship, Celene never considered bringing George to one
of the mixers she attended with other dominatrixes. However, George had
shown an increasing willingness to let her dominate him totally as they
spent more time together.

Their mutual need to keep their time together a secret was not lost on
either of them. While some of Celene's clients were less shy in public
about their fixation on being dominated, Celene knew that she could count
on George to never spill the secrets of their time together.

George, accordingly, became the natural selection for that year's mixer.
George was happy to be selected by her as he had never really met other
submissive men who had the same previsions that he had. Still, he was more
than a little nervous about waited for him beyond the door.

The door buzzed and drew open before Celene tugged on the leash that was
attached to George's collar. George followed her through the door as she
led him through the hallway of the turn of the 20th Century building.
George stared at the ornate woodworks and grand staircase that were
somewhat neglected.

As they walked through the hallway, George heard voices growing closer to
him. His heart started to race as he wondered how the other submissives
were dressed. He hoped that at least some of them were dressed in outfits
as humiliating as the one he found himself dressed in at his mistress's
command.

George and Celene were led into the great room where the guests were
gathered. George stared off at the sea of faces as they entered the room.
Some of the men there were submissives like himself, while others were
masters with their own slave girls. George turned his attention to the
other male slaves and looked at the humiliating manner of their dress as
Celene walked him around and introduced him to the others.

Some of the men were wearing PVC garments not unlike what he was wearing,
but some of the men were dressed in Lolita fashions that George felt that
he was mercifully spared having to wear to the party. While his own outfit
was humiliating, the men he saw in white tights and petticoats seemed to
want anything to come to end their night of extreme humiliation.

Celene stopped and spoke to one of the Mistress's with such a slave. George
was introduced to the man who's name he was told was Slave Robby.

George squirmed as she said hello to the man who was unable to meet his
glance as he stood with beet red cheeks as he was paraded around dressed in
a frilly pink dress, with a big pink floppy bow in his hair, white tights
and pink Mary Janes. George could not shake the feeling that he was happy
that he was not in Robby's shoes.

As Celene pulled George away from Slave Robby, she led him towards another
mistress and her submissive.  George froze as he saw the face of the
Dominatrix. Celene glared at him as she came to a stop as her arm jerked
back as George failed to follow her.

George placed his head down as he expected to be berated, but the woman he
recognized came over to Celene and said hello first. George peered up at
her before she stared down to address him.

The woman's face lost all expression as she stared at George. Lisa noted
the unease on George and Lisa's faces. She looked at Lisa and asked, "Do
you know this slave?"

Lisa nodded as she felt her heart racing as she stared down at the cowering
male in front of her. George seemed so different than he normally did when
he was in front of her. She had never noticed anything about him that would
give her an inkling that he was into the sort of thing she moonlighted in.

Celene stared at George as he squirmed about, unable to meet Lisa's gaze.
"Slave, how do you know this woman?" Lisa barked as she wondered if George
was using another Mistress's services.

George shook his head in silence before Celene shouted, "Answer me!"

Celene's shout caused others to look at them. George felt more
uncomfortable than he had ever felt in his life. He had never expected to
see anyone he knew at the mixer.

George said in a low voice, "We work together."

Celene stepped away from George and looked at Lisa for confirmation. Lisa
nodded her head as she looked away from George, who was noticeably
blushing.

"You work together? Okay. What's your relationship?" Celene asked Lisa.

"George's my boss."

"Boss? This little worm is your boss," Celene said as regained her
composure and remembered the role she was supposed to be playing at that
moment.

Lisa, still worried about the consequences that might follow from their
chance meeting that night, only nodded in response. George blushed
furiously as he tried to not to think about what would happen if Lisa
accidentally told anyone how he was dressed that night or that he employed
a dominatrix.

Lisa was not just another employee at the company either. She was one of
his executives. George promoted her because was forceful at work and knew
how to get what she wanted. Still, he had no idea that her need for control
was so much that she would actually work as a dominatrix.

"Slave look at Mistress Lisa," Celene ordered George as he continued to
stare at the floor. George peered up at her and saw the leather catsuit
that hugged every contour of her voluptuous body.

Lisa squirmed almost as much as George did as she stared down at her boss
dressed in a short PVC skirt, stocking with garters that were exposed,
heels and a black, sheer silk blouse that showed his red bra.

"Slave do you have anything to say to Mistress Lisa?" Celene asked as she
was beginning to enjoy Lisa and George's mutual discomfort.

"You look nice," George said weakly.

"Oh, no. That won't do slave!" Celene retorted as she yanked George's leash
causing him to lurch forward.

Celene turned to Lisa and asked, "Has my pet ever done anything to you?"

"No, nothing," Lisa responded.

"Really. This slave never scolded you for anything."

"Well, I screwed up once and..."

"Slave did you berate this Mistress."

George nodded and put his head down.

"How dare you!" Celene shouted.

George squirmed again before Celene pulled on George's leash and said, "I
demand that you apologize this instant."

"I'm sorry, Lisa."

"Such insolence! You shall address her properly," Celene retorted.

"I'm sorry, Mistress Lisa."

"That's a start, but why don't you make it sincere."

"That's really not necessary," Lisa interjected as she nervously rubbed her
neck.

"Nonsense. This slave mistreated you and apparently forget itself. Now,
slave, apologize properly."

"I'm very sorry, Mistress Lisa. You're are a goddess and I'm but a slave
here to serve you," George replied using the apology that Celene frequently
made him use with her when she was unhappy with him.

Celene turned to Lisa who promptly replied, "Apology accepted."

"Good," Celene said.

Lisa then asked Celene, "Can I speak with your slave in private?"

Celene nodded and handed Lisa the leash that was attached to George's
collar before she took the hand of Celene's submissive who was just as
mortified about what had gone as George and Lisa before they walked away
from them.

Lisa led George back towards the hallway. George stared up at the back of
Lisa's head as she led him away from the others. At 5'11," Lisa was three
inches taller than George, but his one inch higher heels had cut down their
difference in size for the night. Lisa brought him into the middle of the
hallway they had entered in and said, "I'm sorry, George about what went on
in there."

"Don't worry about it," George replied.

"No. I'm sorry. I hope this won't affect our relationship."

"I'm fine with it. We just can't talk about it, ever."

"No. Never. No one can ever know about this who isn't part of this scene."

"Exactly," George replied.

"So we're on the same page."

"We sure are, Mistress Lisa," George said with a smirk.

"Okay, slave," Lisa responded with a smile in response before she asked,
"How long have you been going to Mistress Celene?"

"Six years," George answered.

"Six years? I can't believe I never noticed anything."

"Well, I can keep a secret," George replied.

"I can see that."

"I guess you can too," George said.

Lisa nodded and said, "I've been keeping this a secret for 11 years."

"11 years? You've been doing this for..."

"It's my passion."

"I can understand."

"Very good, slave."

"Mistress Lisa can I ask you a question?" George asked.

Lisa nodded before George asked, "Why do you do this?"

"I suppose for the opposite reason of you. I like to dominate. I like
power, while you, apparently, like to be the one who has a heeled foot on
his throat."

George blushed at her accurate characterization of him and only nodded in
response.

Lisa felt more secure about her position as she watched her boss squirm in
front of her. She pulled on his leash and said, "Maybe we shouldn't leave
this here."

"What?" George asked as a feeling of trepidation rose up inside of him.

"Well, we're cross-training on each others jobs at work. That was your new
little program to make sure that each cog in your machine is easily
replaceable. Why don't you join in on the program?"

"How would I..."

"We would have someone cross-training for your job, while you could cross-
train for one of the secretary's jobs."

"I'd look ridiculous."

Lisa smirked as she ran her finger tips under George's skirt and snapped
his garters against his skin before she said, "Not anymore ridiculous than
you look right now, girly."

George blushed and turned away from her before Lisa grabbed his face and
turned his head towards her and said, "I don't want you to fight me on this
slave."

George nodded and said, "I suppose it wouldn't be that bad."

"No. No one would think much of it. It would be a gesture of good will on
your part. It might even be fun for you. You can make a game of it by
wearing panties and your pretty garters and stockings beneath your
clothes."

"Mistress only makes me do that on Tuesdays and Thursdays."

Lisa smirked at George's response and says, "She does? Well, I'll have to
talk to her about making it an everyday affair. In fact, I'm going to check
you everyday, just to make sure that you're not wearing any boys' underwear
like a man."

George blushed prompting Lisa to push even more by adding, "Because clearly
you're not a man. Are you?"

George shook his head as he tried to fight his increasing arousal. Lisa
peered down and saw the bulge in George's panties that was pushing his
pleated PVC skirt away from his body and smirked. She knew that George was
far more willing to take their roles into the real world than he had let on
earlier.

Lisa moved towards George and squeezed his ass between her hands as she
whispered into his ear, "You're my slave now."

George blushed and said, "Of course, Mistress Lisa."

Lisa released him and said, "Let's join the others."

George followed Lisa as she pulled on his leash and led him back into the
room where the other dominatrixes and submissives were. She returned him to
Celene before they spoke about their new work relationship.

Celene nodded at Lisa and said that she was happy that they had worked
things out in a way that enable both of them to be in their "proper
places."

Celene then led George around the room as they continued to talk with the
others for a few hours until it was time to leave.  Once that time came,
George left with Celene and went back to her car. Celene drove him back to
her place where George dressed in his male clothes before returning home.

The events of that night weighed heavily on George as he made the trip back
to his home. He wondered just how much his relationship with Lisa would
change as he climbed into bed that night.


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The next day, George awoke and went about his typical Sunday morning
routine of lounging around his home after eating breakfast. As he read the
newspaper, he heard his cell phone ring. George picked up the phone and saw
from the caller identification that it was Lisa calling.

George was hesitant to answer it, but he knew that he would eventually have
to confront what had happened the night before.  Figuring it was better to
discuss it outside of work hours, George picked up the phone and answered,
"Hello."

"George, how are you?" Lisa replied in a strained tone. George could tell
that Lisa felt awkward about the situation they were in.

"I'm good, how about you?" George replied after a brief silence.

"Great...Now, about last night..."

"We were just getting caught up in the moment," George interjected.

"Right. Right," Lisa answered.

George scratched the back of his neck as he replied, "Lisa, I need you to
keep what happened last night confidential."

"Oh, totally. Totally. I'm with you on that. I don't want the others
knowing about my side job. It could make things awkward."

"Yes, I can imagine," George replied before letting out a nervous laugh.

Lisa smirked as she heard George's laugh as she replied, "I know! Just
imagine if people thought about you being led around on a leash by me while
you're dressed like some bondage slut. I don't think either one of us could
live that down."

George blushed as he replied, "No, we couldn't."

Lisa heard the quake in George's voice and added, "And God knows what they
would think if they pulled up your pants legs and saw the stockings you
were wearing for your mistress."

"I wasn't planning on..."

"You were going to disobey, your mistress? She'll be disappointed to hear
that."

"This should just stay between us."

"Well, your mistress is a friend. I can't keep that her slave is running
afoul of her from her."

George cleared his throat as he retorted, "No, I'm telling you as your boss
not to tell her."

Lisa went silent for a moment before she replied, "I understand, George,
but aren't you the least bit curious as to what it would be like."

"Curious about it? Sure. Do I want to be stupid about it?  Not so much."

"Oh, come on. What are the odds that anyone will notice your underwear?"

"Slim, but existent. And I've done from time to time already," George
countered.

"But don't you love the feeling of hosiery on your legs."

"Uh, well...," George replied before trailing off as he did not want to admit
to Lisa that he enjoyed the feeling as much as he did.

"And the thrill of exposure? You're going to tell me that you don't want
that thrill after what I saw you doing last night?"

"The thrill is there, but..."

"You're just afraid of things getting too real. You have for a hire
relationship with your Mistress and you don't want to get that kind of
stuff added to your personal life by a girl just looking to have her own
fun with you on her own time."

George blushed as she responded after a brief, "Well, we have an employment
relationship..."

"We do, but we could have so much more," Lisa responded causing George's
already engorged member to throb. George was unsure of what Lisa meant. He
went to respond, but Lisa continued, "We can even make a game of it."

"What kind of game?"

"I want you to let me train you to be my girl."

"Your girl?"

"That's the prize."

"What does that entail?" George asked

"Telling you now would ruin the surprise," Lisa responded.

Lisa cryptic answer concerned and excited George before he said, "Well
what's the game?"

"I was thinking of a point system for girly behavior."

"Like what?"

"Like if I teach you to do something and you keep doing it, you'll get a
treat commensurate with the points you've earned."

Lisa's proposal excited George. He responded, "That's sound like it could
be a lot of fun."

"It's a lot of fun for me. It's a lot of work for you, but I'm sure you'd
enjoy parts of it."

"When would you teach me?"

"I'd come to your home after work and train you, and I'd check up on you
throughout the workday to make sure that you're putting my lessons into
effect."

"So you'd be spending time with me at my home?" George asked as he became
even more intrigued with the nature of Lisa's unspecified treats.

Lisa smirked as she responded, "Yes, I would, but don't get any ideas. Just
remember the golden rule here is I am always in charge."

Lisa's remark made George's member surge forward as he responded as Celene
had trained him, "Of course, Mistress."

George blushed as the remark to his subordinate left his lips, but he could
not take it back no matter how much he wanted to. Lisa responded, "That's a
good pet. Now, tomorrow morning, I'm going to go into your office and check
to make sure you're wearing panties and stockings like a good girl."

George nodded in silence, prompting Lisa to ask, "George, do you
understand?"

"Yes," he forced himself to respond.

"Good, this going to be so much fun. I can't wait to see you tomorrow."

"Neither can I," George responded truthfully.

Lisa laughed as she said goodbye to him. George hung up the phone with a
smile on his face while he contemplated what his agreement with Lisa would
bring. The smile faded as he wondered if she really could convince him to
go through with it. The thrill of being caught made him excited even as he
knew it would be potentially devastating to his business.


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George waited patiently for Lisa to enter his office the next morning for
his morning inspection. George heard a knock upon his open door and peered
up at Lisa as she stepped through his doorway.

Lisa smiled as she asked, "Can I speak with you for a moment, George?"'

George nodded and said, "Sure. Can you please close the door?"

As Lisa closed the door behind her, George got to his feet and walked
towards her dressed in his business suit. Lisa strolled up to him with a
seductive wiggle at her waist and ran her fingers down his chest as she
whispered, "Are wearing your panties for me like a good girl?"

George blushed as he nodded. Lisa smiled back at him as she pulled the
pants away from his waist and reached down and pulled out his tucked shirt.
Lisa smirked at the black satin panties that were covering George's tucked
away manhood. George squirmed as she tucked his shirt back into his pants
and stepped away from him.

As Lisa looked him over with a grin, George continued to squirm and grew
excited as he felt the pulling sensation of his garters as he nervously
moved his legs. Lisa noticed the mixed emotions on his face as she reached
out and pulled him towards her. She then blew into his ear for a second
before she whispered, "And are you wearing your stockings for me?"

As Lisa's hot breath lingered on his neck as she moved away from him,
George nodded once more.

Lisa stroked her chin as she whispered, "Show them to me?"

George blushed as he slowly pulled up his pant legs. Lisa watched as she
saw the black sheer stockings exposed above George's high black socks as he
kept moving his pant legs up.

A knock on the door forced George to hurriedly push down his pant legs as a
voice asked, "George, is this a good time?"

"No. I need a moment with Lisa," George answered his secretary in haste.

"Okay," Elizabeth answered.

George's heart raced as he turned his attention back to Lisa. She winked at
him and said, "So which girl are you going to be cross training with?"

"I haven't really given it any thought."

"Really?"

"Yes, it's kind of a strange request to ask one of the girls to train me."

"I suppose you're right, George, but that's the beauty of it isn't it?
You're not going to be very comfortable asking her and you won't be
comfortable doing it and that's what turns you on."

George blushed and nodded before Lisa continued, "So which girl is it going
to be?"

"I don't want it to be one of the personal secretaries. That would just be
too weird for me."

Lisa smirked as she replied, "I suppose I should be pushing you to do that
then, but I'll let it slide for now."

George nodded as she said, "So that leaves the girls in the bullpen."

"Which one of our lovely cubicle dwellers will it be then?" Lisa asked.

"I've got six options..."

"Let's go through them then," Lisa interjected as she took a seat in one
George's guest chairs and gazed up at him.

George stared down at her and looked over long and well toned, nude sheer
stocking covered legs that peeked out from beneath the above the knee hem
line of her sleeveless, teal, Ponte dress. Lisa crossed her legs and let
the suede, teal, 4 ½ high heeled pump on her right foot dangle from her
toes as she asked, "So where do we start?"

"Well there's Karen..."

Lisa shook her head and said, "Karen's too old and conservative. She'd be
going nuts if she had to train her boss. She's been a secretary for forty
years. She remembers when she would have to call a someone in your position
by his last name. She struggles to call you George. I think she might quit
if she had to teach you her job."

"Well, I see that you given this some thought," George answered.

"No. I can just size each of them up."

"Well, which one would you chose?"

"I have it down to three?"

"Who?"

"I'll let you guess."

"Kristen?"

"The office manager?" Lisa answered with a laugh before she continued, "No,
she's the only one them with any authority."

George nodded and said, "What about Victoria?"

"She's a definite option.  She's thirty-five. She's got a young kid and
needs the job. She might question why you're doing it, but anyone of them
will, but she'll do her best to make sure that you're satisfied that's
she's teaching you it right."

George nodded before he said, "So by that logic, the other two girls I
should chose are Emma and Alice."

"Well, I'd put Emma in that category."

"What about Alice? She's got a kid in college. She's need the job."

"Not really. Alice's husband makes a lot more than he did when she first
started here. She mostly works, now, because she wants to, not because she
needs to."

"What effect would that have..."

"She's fairly conservative too. She might be disturbed enough with the idea
of training you to do her job that she might quit. We don't want our little
game messing up the business, do we?"

George shook his head before he said, "So that just leaves Tristan."

"She needs the job."

"But she's really young," George countered.

"While she might have that on her side, she also has significant student
loans that this job barely makes a dent in. She's over qualified, but she
can't get anything better."

"I don't want to be trained by a kid."

"I don't think you should either. That leaves us with Alice and Victoria.
They both know how to do their jobs and will train you well."

"Who do you think will be better?" George asked.

"I'd say Victoria. That's it. She's the one," Lisa replied as she uncrossed
her legs and stood up.

"Victoria?"

Lisa nodded as George leaned against his credenza. Lisa grinned at him
while she said, "I'll leave you to get some work done."

George nodded in response as she sauntered over to him and placed a brief
kiss upon his lips before she said, "I'm really looking forward to
tonight."

George stared at her as she smirked back at him before she opened the door
and walked towards her office. George stood in stunned silence as he tried
to understand the meaning behind the brief kiss.

George's mental struggles were broken up by Elizabeth who asked, "Is it a
good time, now?"

George nodded and listened to the message she had for him. George responded
to the client before he did a little quality control work before his vice
president joined him as George trained the man to do his job.

As George's vice president did some of his work, George got to his feet and
decided that it was the right time to approach Victoria. Victoria's desk
was located amongst five other cubicles.

To get to Victoria's desk, George had to walk past Lisa's office. As he did
so, he glanced into it and saw Lisa peer up at him. George saw the smile
come across her face as he made his way towards Victoria.

"Victoria, can I have a word with you?"

Victoria gave George a concerned look as she was genuinely confused. She
answered, "What did I do wrong?"

George shook his head as he answered, "No, it's nothing like that."

"Oh, okay," Victoria said with evident relief in her tone.

Victoria got up and joined George in a conference room where George
announced, "Victoria, as you know we are instituting cross-training in the
office."

Victoria nodded as she answered, "I know. Kristen's training me to do her
office manager functions."

"That's right. You're learning to deal with the office supply vendors and
scheduling vacations and the like, right?"

"Yes, sir."

"Please don't call me sir, it makes me feel old," George answered with a
smile.

"I'm sorry, George," Victoria replied, feeling more comfortable speaking
with her boss.

"No, don't be. I just wanted to speak with you to see how you're coming
along."

"Good, I guess," Victoria answered as she began to wonder if George was
considering replacing Kristen.

"Well, I'm glad to hear it. I just want to speak with you about your job."

"I'm happy with it. Kristen's great to work for," she answered as she
instinctively tried to protect the woman who had gotten her a job in the
company in the first instance.

"That's great to hear. I just wanted to speak with you about the whole
cross-training thing."

"Okay."

"Well, you see it's like this. I'm the only one here who isn't involved in
this program that I've initiated here to make sure that things go smoothly
if some takes another job or, God forbid, something unfortunate happens."

Victoria nodded as George paused before he continued, "Well, I know I have
to include myself in this program, as a measure of good faith, so you were
chosen at random for me to learn from."

Victoria stared at George and asked, "Are you being serious?"

"Yes," George answered.

"Why not any of the executives?"

"I know how to do their jobs. I was doing it when I started with this
company. They're all doing a piece of what I used to do."

"I'm sure you also made your own copies and coffee back then too."

"I did."

"Then I don't really see the need, George..."

"I know it's crazy, Victoria. It's just to show that I'm one of you."

"One of whom?"

"One of the people at this company. I can't hold myself above the rest of
you and have each of you learning someone else's job and not including
myself in this whole thing."

"I appreciate that, sir..."

"Victoria, again with the sir."

"I'm sorry, George."

"It's okay. Please continue."

 "Are you sure that you don't want have someone else do it?"

"No, you're the name I picked out of the hat. I think I know how to do just
about everything here, but I want you to teach me over the new few weeks a
few things that might be new around here."

Victoria nodded. She resigned herself to training George to do her job and
said, "Okay. When do you want to start?"

"Well, Roger's doing my work right, now. So, now's as good a time as any."

Victoria nodded again as George stood up and opened the conference room
door and said, "Lead the way."

Victoria got up and walked towards her desk. George wheeled a chair over as
the other secretaries gave odds stares at Victoria and George.

The confused secretaries looked at each other for an explanation before
Kristen asked, "George, what's going on?"

George explained that he was taking part in the cross-training program and
that Victoria was training him to do her the job. The secretaries gave each
other incredulous looks and wondered if George's explanation was pretext
from him trying to get Victoria to have an affair with him.

George tried to keep his mind focused on Victoria's instructions as he felt
his garters shifting with his every movement in his chair. The feminine
feeling on his legs made him excited as he listened to his subordinate give
him instructions on how to do her job.

Victoria showed George how the business card scanner worked for adding
addresses to the company's directory. She had George try it out and he was
impressed by the device. He had seen a number of business innovations over
the years cut down on the number of secretaries he had to employ and began
to wonder if six was too many in addition to the personal secretaries.

Victoria then illustrated for George how the secretaries where taught to
answer the phone. When the phone rang next, George field the call and sent
it to one of his executive's secretaries. The girl was surprised to hear
George's voice announce that he was transferring the call.

As Victoria went to teach George something else, Kristen called over to
Victoria, "Victoria, can you go pull the Williams file."

"Sure," Victoria responded as she stood up and walked past George.

Kristen smiled at George and said, "Why don't you go help her?"

"Help her?" George asked with a laugh.

Kristen nodded and said, "You're the one training to do her job. She has to
follow my orders. So why don't you? It's all part of the training."

George stared at her for a second before Kristen started to laugh. George
began to laugh as well as did the other secretaries.

George decided to play along and walked over to the file cabinets to help
Victoria retrieve the file. George carried it over to Kristen for Victoria
and said, "Here you go, Kristen."

"Thank you, dear," Kristen replied with a smile.

George rolled his eyes and told Victoria that he had to get back to
training Roger. George walked back to his office and checked Roger's work
and found that it was more than satisfactory.

George dismissed Roger from his office and caught up on his work as the end
of the workday came. He kept working at his desk until 7 that night when
Lisa walked into his office.

She smiled and asked, "Are you going to be ready to go anytime soon?"

"You're really coming to my place tonight?"

"I've packed my overnight bag. It'll be good for me to see you in your
element after work."

George shrugged and said, "Just let me finish up and we'll get going."

George finished reviewing the document in front of him. He picked it up and
put on his secretary's desk and went down to Lisa's office.

He knocked on the door and said, "Are you ready?"

Lisa nodded. She swung her feet to the side and stood up. She slipped on
her jacket and picked up her purse. She handed George her overnight bag and
led George out of the office.

They went to George's car and got in. While Lisa lived several blocks from
the office and always walked there as part of her daily exercise routine,
George resided thirty minutes away from the office.

 As George drove them towards his home, Lisa asked, "How was your training
session with Victoria?"

"It was good. I learned a little bit about the new technology we got for
the company. I don't think a secretary's life has ever been easier."

"Well, technology has increased productivity, but secretaries have to do
the same amount of work as they always did. It's just more varied now since
they don't have to have a different secretary assigned for each different
task."

George nodded as he replied, "Yes, but sexual harassment laws have made it
easier for them."

"Well, some of them are still sleeping with their bosses, but that's not as
common as it once was."

George turned towards her and said, "Are any of my executives sleeping with
any of them?"

The noticeable alarm in George's voice made Lisa smile. She replied, "No,
but the Albert's Group across the hall..."

"Yes."

"Let's just say Mr. Albert has been having an affair with his secretary for
many years."

"How do you know that?"

"They come to some of our little parties."

"Our parties or our parties?"

"Our parties."

"Really, which one is the..."

"Mr. Albert is a total dom."

"I should have guessed that, but it's weird that there are four of us on
the same floor."

"Well, he got me into it."

"What?" George shrieked in a tone that embarrassed him.

"We dated for about three months and then he brought me to the first
party."

"You were a sub?"

"Well, he was trying to make me one, but things did not go as he planned."

"Did you know what he was bringing you to?"

"No, much like Jeri Ryan, I had no idea, I just reacted differently."

"How'd you react?"

"I told him that if he wanted me to play a part he was going to have to be
my pet."

"How'd that go for you?" George asked with a laugh as he thought about the
blustering man from the office across the hall.

"About as well as you would think. He wasn't having any of that. I enjoyed
my time there though and once I realized that the mistresses there were
getting paid well, I kind of saw something that was really up my alley."

"To each his own, I guess," George replied as he continued driving down the
road to his home.

George pulled the car into his garage and led Lisa inside. George led Lisa
up to the guest bedroom and said, "I guess you can stay here tonight."

"Why not your room?"

"What?" George asked as his heart started to race.

"Well, you're a sub. Shouldn't you be in the smaller bedroom?"

"Oh, you meant...okay...oh, yes. I guess, but..."

"But what? You agreed to this little experiment."

George shrugged and said, "Okay. We can do it."

Lisa smirked and said, "Great."

As she turned to walk towards the master bedroom, she stopped and kissed
George again.

George stared at her in silence as she took her overnight bag from his hand
and put it in his bedroom. Lisa smirked as his confused look and said,
"Come on, babe, let's get you ready for your nightly training session."

George smiled and said, "Of course, Mistress Lisa."

"Well, trained. I like that. Celene did a nice job with you."

"Well, my mistress is very strict."

"Well, anyway, dear. Let's get started. Now, what do you usually do each
evening?"

"I go to the gym first thing after work, but I couldn't do it today,
obviously."

"Okay. So, you're a gym rat."

"Well, I keep myself in shape."

"I can tell that. You've got a very hard body."

"Thanks."

"It wasn't a compliment. I like my pets soft to the touch."

"I don't know how we'll fix that."

"I've got a plan."

George stared at her and asked, "What's that?"

"You will see," Celene said with a smile as she looked him over. After a
brief period of silence, she said, "Why don't you take off those clothes?"

"Right here?"

"Why not? Is it anymore humiliating for you than what I saw you dressed at
the party as?"

George shook his head and began to disrobe in the guest room. As George
removed his shirt, Lisa stared at his hairless chest and six-pack abs. She
smiled as she said, "Now, I noticed at the party that your legs were
shaven, and now, I'm seeing..."

"Yes, I've shaved my whole body for years. I like the way it feels and I
tell everyone that it's just to show off my muscles. Most people I know
believe it."

"I bet they do," Lisa replied as George removed his pants exposing his
panties and stockings to her.

Lisa smirked at George's body. George was a lean muscular man. He did not
have much muscle mass, but what he did have was well sculpted.

George asked, "What's next?"

"Well, you have some lingerie, so I'm figuring that you probably have some
pretty clothes for yourself around here somewhere."

George blushed and said, "Yes, Mistress. Would you like to see them?"

Lisa nodded and followed George into his room. George opened the doors to
his walk in closet and showed Lisa his feminine clothing.

George's feminine wardrobe consisted exclusively of fetish wear including
latex dresses, skirts, tops and Lolita fashions and costumes that he had
purchased pursuant to Celene's orders.

Lisa shook her head as she looked through the clothing and said, "I see
that you're a real sissy, aren't you?"

"It's my Mistress's taste not mine."

"I don't think it's anyone's taste really. This stuff is just meant to
humiliate you. It's not the kind of stuff you can really wear out."

George nodded and said, "I only wear it when I'm with her."

"Well, you'll be wearing it with me too, but we'll have to go shopping soon
to get you some real girls stuff. I like my pets to be a little more
realistically girly than Mistress Celene does."

George nodded and said, "Of course, whatever you think is best."

"That's a good frame of mind to be in, George. I'd suggest you always kept
that thought in mind," Lisa replied before she reached into his panties and
grabbed George's erect manhood.

George blushed as she pulled him towards the rack of his feminine clothing
and asked, "What do you want to wear tonight?"

George looked at her askew and selected the least frilly dress he had. The
red and white gingham dress with white lace edging was still something that
no woman would wear without the express intent of garnering attention, but
it was the best choice that George figured he had.

Lisa pulled the dress off of his clothes rack and handed it to him. George
blushed as he slipped into the dress and pulled up the back zipper.

Lisa giggled at him as he looked humiliated to be dressed as he was in
front of her even though he had worn much more degrading outfits for
Celene.

With the dress on him, Lisa turned her attention to this footwear. George's
feminine shoes were all of the same style that struck Lisa as more than a
little ridiculous. Each pair of shoes had at least a five inch heel except
for a single pair of Mary Janes with a one inch heel. While she wanted to
train George to be her girl and not her sissy, Lisa knew that she had to
make due with he was providing her that evening.

Lisa pointed to a pair of black five inch heeled shoes and told George to
put them on. George did so without questing her. As George stood before her
in his pumps, he clutched nervously at his hem as Lisa looked him over from
head to toe.

"Well, that's good enough for five points, plus your initiation to a
secretary's role is worth another ten points."

"I've got 15 points, what's that get me?"

"Well, now you have five because you just lost ten for speaking out of
turn."

"Oh, sorry."

"And there goes the other five," Lisa replied with a smile that was quickly
replaced with a stern look.

George put his head down as Lisa ordered him out of his closet. George
walked out of it and waited for her instructions. Lisa's first order was
for him to make dinner.

Being an experienced cook, George had no trouble doing it even though he
was unused to doing it in heels and a dress. Lisa smirked as she watched
George cook with ease and remarked, "Well, you're a regular domestic
goddess, aren't you?"

George blushed as he continued cooking as he replied, "I only cook for
myself. I have a cleaning lady for the rest."

Lisa shook her head as she replied, "That won't do. I expect you to learn
how to clean up after yourself. Is that clear?"

"Yes, Mistress Lisa," George replied as he turned his attention back to
cooking.

He brought the food over to her and set the table. He served Lisa first
before he sat down and served himself.

Lisa smiled as she ate his cooking and replied, "Well, dear, you're quite
the little cook."

"Thank you," George replied as he took a bite of his food.

"Well, this is good enough for thirty points."

George nodded unsure, if he should speak given his reduction in points the
last time he answered her remark about the points he had earned.

After dinner, George cleared the table and washed the dishes and pans,
earning him another twenty points. Once George finished, Lisa called him
over to her for his first lesson. George minced over to her in ungainly
steps.

Lisa shook her head and said, "You're walking like a man in heels. If
you're going to become my girl, you'd better walk like a girl."

As the song Walk Like a Man briefly began to play in his head, Lisa began
to instruct him how to walk in heels. George listened closely and followed
her instructions to keep his stride short and straight, he kept his legs
together and worked a wiggle into his walk at Lisa's instruction.

George's feet began to grow pained within thirty minutes, but the practice
continued on for another two hours as he paced around the home and had to
go up and down the stairs, careful to walk down at angle to make sure the
heel and toe of his shoes were properly supported on each step.

Lisa then let George rest, calling him over to the couch. There she put him
through his paces on the proper ways to sit. George listened and practiced
sitting alternatively with his legs together and to the side, with his legs
crossed at the ankle and with his legs crossed at the knee.

As George practiced sitting, Lisa gave him a chocolate treat for his
progress in walking in heels. George carefully unwrapped it and placed it
in his mouth as he crossed and recrossed his legs at Lisa's direction.

After an hour of practice, Lisa decided that it was time for bed. At Lisa's
insistence, George slipped under the covers of the guestroom bed still
dressed in the fetish dress, stockings and heels.

George situated himself as best he could in the bed as the pain in his feet
continued while the heels remained resting on his feet. He drifted to sleep
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George spent his following weeks training with Lisa at home and spending at
least an hour a day with Victoria at work as she trained him how to do her
job. Lisa carried their training into the workplace as well.

Lisa made sure that they spent their first weekend together shopping for
George. George was a bit concerned when she dressed him that Saturday
morning in unisex shorts and a t-shirt in addition to the blue flip-flops
she got him.

George hated the sound they made as slapped against his feet as he walked
past the store frontages with her. Lisa brought him into a store and let
him decide what clothing he would need for his feminine alter ego that she
had taken to calling Marianne.

George selected a number of tops and skirts as well as simple dresses for
around the home when he was alone Lisa. Lisa graded each one of his choices
and gave him the highest marks for the most realistically girly choices he
made.

While she disliked the childishly girly clothing Celene had made him buy in
addition to bondage wear, she wanted to make him feel like a girly girl
when he wore feminine clothing. Since George enjoyed feeling feminine, this
was not an issue for him.

After they finished shopping at the store, George was taken to a specialty
store for his underwear. George selected several different pairs of
panties, stockings, tights and pantyhose in addition to bras and camisoles
for wearing underneath his clothing at all times.

As the second workweek started after their training began, George found
himself wearing a white camisole underneath his blue shirt. George felt
relieved that Lisa allowed him to wear a colored shirt over it as he feared
that his white shirts would expose the straps and scooped neckline of the
cotton camisole that rested on his body.

On the Thursday of that week, Lisa decided to raise the stakes even further
by giving him a camisole leotard she had purchased the day before during
her lunch break. George dreaded putting it on that morning, but he found
that the polyester/cotton fabric that stretched along with his body was a
turn on for him.

It was not until after he got to work and had to use the rest room that he
realized why Lisa had been so eager to have him wear it. George found that
he had to undress himself in the stall to relieve himself.

As George felt the intense urge to urinate, he fumbled with removing his
shirt and pants. He was careful to make sure that the others in the stalls
beside him could see nothing more than his socks and not the black tights
that extended up his legs as he pulled the leotard down his body.

George turned suddenly and clutched the leotard as it almost fell to the
ground as he pulled it down away from his groin with his tights. George
heart raced as he feared what anyone would think if they saw the
unmistakably feminine spaghetti straps of his camisole leotard top. As
George redressed, he decided to limit his fluid intake the rest of the day
to cut down on the number of times he would have to use the restroom.

George's efforts did not go unrewarded as Lisa continued to give him points
and chocolates for his successes each evening. George was happy enough to
take it even as he felt he could do without the chocolates. He was gaining
a little weight and the physical exertion that his training with Lisa
entailed was not nearly as strenuous as his typical workouts.

George felt that his body was getting softer and he saw that his six pack
abs were starting to fade off his frame. Still, George had never been as
aroused as he was when Lisa was training him each weeknight.

Celene noticed during their Saturday night session that George's mind
seemed to be elsewhere and she confronted him about his more feminine gait.
George admitted that Lisa had been training him at work and at home.

Celene shook her head as she dismissed him and said, "I don't need someone
around me who's falling in love with another mistress."

George tried to get her to reconsider, but Celene decided that it was best
that she no longer see him. George told Lisa what Celene had said, and Lisa
smirked while she said that Celene had done the right thing.

The next day, Lisa took George to the salon she frequented. She paid the
girls to give George a pedicure and manicure. George watched with a sense
of relief as his nails were only coated with clear nail polish that would
not be that difficult to explain away.

George was far less relieved when one of the girls began to pluck his
eyebrows, he went to object, but Lisa's scowl told him not to. George felt
a sense of relief when the woman stopped and showed him his eyebrows. While
they were more defined and sculpted, they were not overly feminine. George
was sure they were mannish enough to avoid scrutiny.

In addition to increasing the femininity of his body and clothing, Lisa
continued giving him daily training to improve his mannerisms. George found
himself being forced to walk with his chest out and back straight each
night. Lisa continued to make sure that he had a wiggle in his walk that
even presented itself when he walked around at work.

His altered gait was not the only part of his training that bled into his
work life. Lisa's daily speech regimen required him to use greater
inflection in his tones and to speak with his hands. As the weeks past,
George found himself unconsciously doing so whenever he talked with anyone
at work or elsewhere.

It caused him some consternation, but he noticed that no one said anything
to him about it. Consequently, George figured that no one considered it a
big deal.

While his weekend wardrobe became exclusively feminine, George found that
Lisa wanted him to make even more changes to his appearance on the weekend.
George was required to apply and remove makeup to train himself each night.
Each weekend George was expected to wear makeup at all times. As the weeks
went on, George caught himself refreshing his lipstick every two hours
without prompt as Lisa trained him.  George would have to laugh during the
week when he would look for his pocketbook to refresh his makeup only to
realize that he was wearing pants and sitting behind his executive's desk.

At home, he was further expected to keep his previously unkempt hair in a
feminine style. George worked on perfecting the look each night and wore it
out each weekend whenever Lisa required him to go out with her. He tried to
make his short hair more feminine by wearing headbands, hairclips and the
barrettes that he purchased.

Shopping for Marianne by himself always made George smile as the female
clerks would tell him how much they thought his girlfriend would enjoy the
clothing, accessories or the necklaces, bracelets and rings he had taken to
wearing at home at Lisa's insistence. George often caught himself wondering
what the female clerks would think if they knew that he was really buying
them for a woman, but for the purpose of pleasing her by wearing them
himself.

As the fourth week of the training began, George was given unisexual shoes
to work in. While they came for the ladies department, the male inspired
oxfords were not feminine enough to draw any attention to him. Once the
shoes were firmly part of his wardrobe, Lisa bought him a few blouses to
start wearing in place of his dress shirts.

The first few blouses George wore were not overtly feminine. The only thing
that gave away that they were intended for women was the location of the
buttons of the shirt. Still, no one said anything when he started wearing
them to work.

Once George realized that no one either notice or cared that he was wearing
blouses, Lisa decided to switch his almost unisexual shoes to shoes that
were more vaguely feminine. The first pair Lisa got for him did not seem
that much more feminine to George than the shoes he had been wearing. The
only thing that George felt was feminine about the black oxford style shoes
was their one and half inch heel.

George walked around work in them without any real issue. One of the girls
noted that he seemed a little taller and George countered that he was
wearing lifts. George did not think that the girl believed him since it was
obviously the heel of his shoe that made him seem slightly taller, but no
one made any mention about it.

From then on Lisa got more daring with her selections for George. She got
him oxford silhouette style shoes without laces to wear on casual Friday.
George thought they were too feminine, but he only received easygoing jokes
about them from some of his male employees.

It was not long after that Lisa decided that he should pair his casual
Friday shoes with a woman's jacket. George grimaced when he saw the style
of the jacket, but he wore it to work. Some of his employees noted the
small lapels, but George explained that it was a European fashion that went
with narrow ties.

As George's work clothing grew more unambiguously feminine, he began to
worry that his employees were talking and laughing about him behind his
back.  Those worries, however, did not prompt him to change his behavior as
he noticed that there was no drop off in productivity at work. George felt
that as long as his behavior was not affecting the bottom line, he should
do what was making him happy.

While George was working in his feminine clothing, Victoria was teaching
him her job. George spent at least an hour a day with her working on
mastering her many simple tasks. George found that it was a welcome break
from the many stressful hours behind his own desk. More than anyone in the
office besides George or Lisa, Victoria was aware of George's increasingly
feminine wardrobe and behavior.

Knowing that George was lifelong bachelor, Victoria believed that George
was slowly coming out of the closet as a homosexual, so she did not pay
much attention to it. She began to treat him like one of the girls when
they worked together, which George picked up and assumed was simply because
she was growing increasingly at ease around him.

George's own secretary also noticed the changes that were affecting George.
She did not speak about them, however, for fear of endangering her job.

George felt that he had achieved an interesting equilibrium in his life.
His professional life was as successful as ever, but his personal life was
more exciting than it had ever been. George was pleased by the effect that
Lisa had on his life and wondered where they would go once she deemed his
training complete.

As the workday ended after the sixth week, Lisa walked into George's office
and closed the door behind her. George smirked up at her and said, "What do
you have planned for tomorrow?"

"George, I believe it's time for us to talk."

George nodded and said, "Okay."

Lisa sat down and leaned back in her chair as she said, "I think we've have
taken this as far as we can here."

"Come on there's got be something else we can do," George countered.

"There is."

"What?"

"You need to be overtly a woman."

"How can I do that?"

"Start living fulltime as my girl."

"I can't do that. My whole male life would be ruined."

"Then let's do it someplace far away from here."

"Where?"

"We're looking for a new regional manager in Kansas City."

"So?"

"We should go."

"What you want me to put myself in there as the female boss?"

"No. I want you to put me there as the female boss."

"And what about me?"

"You'd be my secretary."

"I can't do that."

"That's what Victoria's been training you to do. You're telling me you
still haven't mastered the tasks yet."

"I can do it just fine, but I'm not a secretary."

"You're too good to be a secretary? I don't see you having a problem with
them when you're out there. You're already one of the girls and they know
you're a guy. Imagine if they didn't."

"I can't!"

"Keep your voice down. We don't want any of the cleaning crew girls hearing
about this."

George nodded as he replied, "Right. They don't think of me as one of the
girls, do they?"

"You tell me."

George closed his eyes as he thought about the laughter he had shared with
the secretaries in the office and his playful banter with them. It seemed
so much different than his experiences with them before Lisa had began to
train him.

"Maybe you're right, but it would be humiliating."

"More humiliating than being the guy walking around here in girls
clothing."

"But that's just between us."

"Sweetie, please, everyone knows you've been cross-dressing. No one's
saying anything because you're the boss and you can fire them."

"Are you serious," George answered as he began to feel sick.

"Of course. You couldn't possibly think you can walk around in shoes with
that big of a heel, blouses with the buttons on the other side, a woman's
coat and those groomed eyebrows and not think it wouldn't lead to the
obvious conclusion."

George sunk in his chair and clutched his head.

Lisa leaned over onto the desk and said, "Come on, baby. Just give it a
try. If you don't like in a month, we'll come back here. I promise."

"So what am I supposed to say to that?"

"Just say yes. Have I steered you wrong yet?"

George clutched at his jacket and blouse and said with some hesitation,
"I'm not sure."

Lisa smiled at George and said, "You know it could be worse."

As with many of the things Lisa did and said, George was unsure of what she
meant. George figured, however, that while he had not seen her take
pictures of him in his feminine best or training with her, she may have
managed to record it in someway.

George knew, however, that Celene did have pictures of him in his fetish
wear. He wondered if those pictures had migrated over to Lisa.

While he feared potential disclosures by Lisa, George was also intrigued by
her idea. George wondered if he could really pass himself off as a woman.
Even if he failed, he figured, none of the people who found out that he was
really man would know who his true identity. George found that he was not
particularly disturbed by the prospect of strangers discovering his true
gender.

George smiled back at Lisa and said, "I suppose a one month leave of
absence wouldn't be the worst thing in the world for me to explain."

Lisa smirked at George and said, "You won't be sorry."

George nodded and put his head down as he wondered what it would be like to
work for Lisa. The prospect excited him and George felt the familiar
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Shortly before George was scheduled to move to Kansas City, he went out to
run some errands for Lisa. While there business lives were tied up in neat
packages as Roger was scheduled to take his position during his one month
leave of absence and another worker had been promoted to take Lisa's
position, George still had things to do to get ready for the move. As he
walked out of a store carrying packing tape, he heard a familiar voice
behind him.

George turned and looked at Celene as she talked on her cell phone. She
smiled at him as she hung up the phone and said, "George, how are you?"

"I'm good," George replied, unsure of how to address her.

Celene looked around them before she said in a low voice, "I heard you're
taking a leave of absence."

"How did you hear that?"

"Lisa's ex-clients are looking for new ladies to give them what they want.
A couple of them have reached out to me."

"They know about me?"

"Someone did."

"Jesus. I don't think I can come back."

"Is this my fault?" Celene asked.

"Is what you're fault?"

Celene leaned towards him and whispered, "Is she blackmailing you?"

George smiled as he replied, "No. She's not."

"If she is, you tell me. I don't care about my career. I'll come clean and
we'll prosecute her."

George laughed as he answered, "No. It's her idea, but I'm going along with
it. I like being with her."

Celene smiled at George as she replied, "I'm glad to hear it. That's a big
load off my mind."

"Well, I've got to get going. I've got more packing to do."

"Sure. I hope you enjoy your new life."

George thanked her as they parted ways. As he made his way home, George
wondered if Celene was right in suggesting that he was starting a new life.
George knew that that no one at the subsidiary knew him or Lisa. They were
only going to be introduced as who they presented themselves as.

Lisa was going to be her, but he was going to be introduced as a woman.
That's what everyone would think he was, George figured.

George got to his home and packed up his things to load onto the moving
truck. Lisa came by later with some of her belongings and they were moved
onto the truck as well.

George and Lisa then went inside to await the cab that was going to take
them to the airport. George had paid to have his car transported to the
home they purchased in Kansas City so he was forced to hire someone to
drive them to the airport.

Lisa smiled at George as she saw him staring wistfully around his empty
home that he was keeping for the time being. Lisa put her arm around him
and kissed him on his cheek as she said, "Once we get set into our new
lives, this won't mean anything to you anymore. Besides do you know what we
could get in Kansas City for the price of this place?"

George smiled back at her as he knew the cost of living was much lower in
Kansas City than it was in the Philadelphia suburb he had spent most of his
life in. As the cab pulled up in front of the home, he felt Lisa tugging on
his arm. George put his head down and picked up his luggage that contained
only his knew female wardrobe and headed off to his new life.


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After settling in at their new home, George and Lisa relaxed before their
first day at the office. George feared that despite all of Lisa's training,
that everyone around him would figure out that he was not really a woman.
While Lisa constantly assured him that he had nothing to worry about, he
could not put his worries out of his mind for long.

The night before their first day, George laid in his bed with his stomach
in knots.  The idea of being seen in nothing but women's clothing, while
trying to pass himself off, unambiguously, as a woman still struck George
as odd. He feared the reaction of his new coworkers if they noticed what he
felt was obvious.

The next morning, George got out of bed and went through his new morning
routine. He shaved his body before he got dressed in his intimates. George
put on his gaffe and black panties before he tucked away his member and
walked back into his bedroom.

George took out his black tights from the dresser and sat down on his bed.
As he had many times before, George rolled the tights down into an o-shape
and began to draw them slowly up his leg, careful to savor every moment as
the silky feminine feeling moved up his legs.

As George finished pulling up his tights, he adjusted their control top
before he took hold of the black bra. He hooked it behind his back and
stuffed it before he put on his long white silk robe with long chiffon,
raglan sleeves and a shawl collar and walked down the stairs to make
breakfast for Lisa and himself.

Lisa smiled as she came down the stairs and heard the sound of George
working in the kitchen. She looked him over and saw his tights covered
ankles beneath the robe as they poked out of the leopard print loafers she
had bought him to wear around the home.

Lisa smiled as she sat down at the kitchen table and asked, "Are you ready
for your first day?"

George nodded and said, "As ready as I imagine I'll ever be."

"I'm glad to hear that," Lisa said as George carried over a plate of food
for her.

As George placed it down in front of her, Lisa reached for George's hand
and said, "I know that you've done a lot for me."

George looked at her oddly as she stroked his hand. He was unsure if she
was doing it in a friendly way or if she wanted something more from him.
George felt that it was not his place to inquire giving their arrangement
so he smiled and walked away when she released him.

George ate beside Lisa in the kitchen before they each headed up the stairs
to finish getting ready for their first day. George dressed in a skirt
suit. The black and champagne colored, floral medallion print skirt hit
above his knee, and George felt it constrict his stride as he went over to
his closet to take out the white blouse he was pairing with the suit.

After putting the blouse on, George went into the bathroom and put on his
makeup. Given Lisa's prior instructions and his many hours of practice,
George had no trouble putting on his foundation, lipstick, eyeliner and
mascara.

With his makeup finished, George went back into his bedroom. He slipped his
arms into the solid black jacket of his skirt suit and then reached down
and took hold of a pair of floral lace, platform d'Orsay heels with a bow
atop the peep toe. He carried them down the stairs and put them next to the
door next to the server upon which his pocketbook was resting.

Lisa came down the stairs not long after he did. She picked up her
pocketbook and told him to follow her. Lisa got into the driver's seat of
George's car and pulled it out of their driveway.

George felt odd being in the passenger seat of his own car, but he figured
it was something he was going to have to get used to. As Lisa drove down
the highway, George felt a bit queasy as all of his worries about his
appearance remerged. He frequently found himself checking out his
appearance in the vanity mirror and in the side view mirror.

Lisa noticed and shook her head. She was well aware of George's worries,
but she knew that there was no mistaking George for a guy.

Lisa pulled the car up in front of the small office building and said,
"Here we go."

George nodded and opened the passenger side door. He walked along beside
her and followed her into the building. They got on the elevator together
and went to their second floor office.

George followed Lisa through the office doors and saw a number of the staff
workers staring at them. Lisa and George went around introducing themselves
to each of the fifteen people that worked at the regional headquarters. To
George's relief not one of them showed any signs that they believed that
George was not the woman he was presenting himself as.

George grew more self-assured as he walked around beside Lisa introducing
himself to the various workers. During George's conversations with the
employees, George found out that there were only two support staff workers
besides him, Lily, the receptionist, and the office manager, Hedy.

George knew that he would be working with Lily and Hedy more than he would
anyone else in the office besides Lisa. He made a mental note of trying to
spend more time with them while Lisa kept him by her side as they continued
to introduce themselves to the employees.

After they finished greeting George's new coworkers, George helped Lisa set
up her office. They situated everything on her large wooden desk before
George walked out of her office to setup his own desk.

George's desk was located just outside of Lisa's office. His desk was
slightly to the side of her door and dead-ended into a wall. George
carefully situated himself at his desk and looked around. He saw a printer
on the corner of his desk as well as may of the same devices that Victoria
had on her desk back at the company's Philadelphia headquarters.

As George logged into the system, he looked around the office at all the
employees. They all were going about their business while Lisa was
acclimating herself to being the boss of the office. George smiled as he
figured that Lisa should not have much trouble asserting herself as an
authority given what he knew about her.

Shortly after he sat down, his telephone rang. George picked up and said,
"Hello."

"Hey, Marianne. I've got a call for Lisa I need to send over to you."

"Okay, who is it?" George asked Lily.

"It's someone from corporate."

"Oh," George replied as his heart started to race.

"Are you okay?" Lily asked, noticing the concern in his tone.

"No, I'm fine. Thanks. Please send the call over."

George's heart raced as heard his phone ring with the number of his old
office. George picked up the phone and said, "Desk of Lisa Tilly. Marianne
speaking, how can I help you?"

George nervously tapped his feet on the ground as he hoped that whoever was
on the other side of the telephone line could not recognize his voice,
which he had become skilled in distorting.

"Yes, this is Roger Montague."

George swallowed hard as he asked the Vice President he had worked so
closely with, "What can I do for you, Mr. Montague?'

"I'm just checking in on Lisa. It's her first day in the field, and I want
to make sure she's well aware of what's expected of her."

"Of course, Mr. Montague. Hold on just one moment."

George got up and alerted Lisa about the call. Lisa nodded and told George
to send Roger's call in. George did so and breathed a sigh of relief as
Roger had not let on that he knew that George was acting as Lisa's female
secretary.

After Lisa finished with her call, she called George into her office.
George felt sick to his stomach as he wondered if Roger had figured out the
truth.

George sat down in Lisa's guest chair at her insistence and crossed his
legs at the knee just as Lisa had taught him. Lisa smirked at the nervous
secretary in front of her that had once been her boss. She smiled as she
said, "Roger called to give us our quarterly expectations. I told him that
I have no doubt that we will meet Corporate's target, but to do that,
however, you're going to have to take a proactive role in the company."

"What do you mean?" George asked.

"Well, we can't have our workers here wasting their time doing clerical
work that can be done by Lily and Hedy."

"Sure. Of course."

"What that means for you, however, is that I want you to help them out when
you're not tied up with me."

George looked at Lisa and asked, "You want me to help them out, right?"

"Yes. You're going to be doing a lot of stuff for me and working with me
closely, but, most of the time, I figure you can spend your time doing
whatever Hedy needs you to do to make this place run more efficiently."

George nodded since he understood Lisa's productivity concerns. He had been
the one who increased his regions' goals each year and knew that Lisa was
under the same pressure he imposed on every regional manager in the
company.

Lisa stared at George as he waited for her to continue. She leaned towards
him and said, "Now. I meant do it right, now. I don't have anything for you
to do so go over and ask Hedy if she needs any help."

"Okay," George replied in haste as he got to his feet. George walked
through the office and went to Hedy's desk.

Hedy smiled up at George as he asked, "Hey, Hedy, is there anything you
need help with this morning?"

The middle aged woman smiled and said, "Of course, dear. There's a whole
bunch of files by Lily. Please be a dear and file those away for me."

"Do we have a system here?" George asked.

Hedy laughed and said, "Of course," before she explained the regional
office's filing system. With the knowledge in mind, George walked over to
Lily's desk and asked her where the files Hedy was referring to where.

Lily pointed the files out to George before she fielded a phone call and
transferred it to Lisa. George looked at her and asked if he should have
handled the call.

Lily shook her head and explained that the prior regional manager did not
have a personal secretary to field his calls. George shrugged and said,
"Lisa came from corporate, I'm sure that's why they afforded a little
special privilege."

Lily smiled back at George as he picked up the files from the floor beside
her desk as she said, "Don't get me wrong, I'm happy we have another girl
to help out around here. I wish the prior manager had his own secretary. It
would have made my life a lot easier."

George smiled and nodded as Lily laughed. George spent the next hour filing
away the many files before he walked back over to Lisa's office and knocked
upon her open door.

Lisa looked up at George. George smiled at her while he asked, "Is there
anything I can do for you, Lisa?"

Lisa grinned as she leaned back in her chair and said, "Yes, there's
something I've been waiting for you to do for me for a while."

"What?" George asked as he gave her an inquisitive look.

"Get me a cup of coffee."

George smiled at her and could tell that she was trying to make him feel
his new position in the company. She had driven home earlier that he was
now beneath the office manager in the office hierarchy and now she was
assigning him the most menial task in the office.

George nodded and said, "Sure thing."

George went to the kitchen and took out a coffee mug. He then poured Lisa a
cup of coffee and made it the way he knew she liked it given their weekend
morning together.

As George carried it back over to her desk, he could not help but smile at
his predicament. He had been the CEO, president and majority shareholder of
the company the week before, now, everyone around him knew him only as a
secretary who was fetching coffee for her boss.

George had been used to dealing primarily with employees who were scared of
him. Now, there was no around him that feared him. Those that paid him any
attention saw him as someone beneath them who was there to make the office
run smoothly or as a woman of less than average attractiveness.

George laughed to himself as he walked towards Lisa's office and knocked
upon her door. Lisa looked up as George walked over to her desk and placed
the coffee down before her. Lisa took hold of the cup and said, "Thank you,
Marianne. Now, go see if Hedy has anything else for you to do. I'm good
here for the time being."

After leaving Lisa's office, George walked over to Hedy and asked, "The
files have been put away, is there anything else I can help you with?'

"There's plenty. There's always something to do around here."

"That's a good thing."

"Yes, idle hands make the devil's playthings," Hedy replied as she got to
her feet and adjusted the gold cross pendant of her necklace over her bust
before she led George into the kitchen.

Hedy grimaced before she said, "I hate to do this to you, but there's been
a bit of a build up dirty dishes and cups in the sink because the guys
around here don't think it's part of their job to clean up after
themselves. So I do my kitchen bitch duties around here, but I've got some
documents to get out for the sales team. Do you think that maybe you could
clean the sink out?"

George nodded and said, "Of course. I'm happy to help. If I'm the kitchen
bitch, today, I'm the kitchen bitch."

Hedy grinned as she laughed and replied, "Thanks, you're a doll."

George smiled back at her and began to wash the dishes, cups and silverware
in the sink before he put it all on the drying rack. As he did so, George
realized that he had never had a job where he had to do such a menial task.
The more he thought about what he was doing, the more excited he got.
George tried to think about anything else as he began to become concerned
that his excitement might result in his aroused member poking the back of
his tight skirt away from his body.

As George finished in the kitchen, he saw Lisa standing next to Lily's
desk. She called George over and told him to fill out the forms in her
hand.

George took them without question. He walked back over to his desk and sat
down and began to fill out the forms for Lisa. He smirked as he thought
about how she told him to do it instead of asking him to do it. It was
similar to their training sessions and home life where there was no
questioning Lisa.

After he completed the forms, he brought them to Lisa for her review. She
told them to leave them on her desk and told him to review the mail that
came in.

George carried the mail back to his desk and slipped his feet out of his
heels. While his feet were not experiencing anything more than a mild pain
at the moment, George knew it was best to take preventive measures to
minimize the pain he would feel when he needed to wear them.

George reviewed the letters at his desk and summarized them briefly before
he carried them to Lisa and left them for her review. Lisa thanked him and
gave him back the forms that she advised were completed satisfactorily.

As George went to leave Lisa's office, she called over to him and advised
him to pickup her lunch. George asked where she ordered from prompting her
to smile as she replied, "I didn't order anywhere. I'm telling you to order
me lunch and pick it up for me."

"What would you like?"

Lisa smirked as she replied, "You know what I like. Surprise me."

George nodded and felt uneasy about following Lisa's directions. He walked
over to Hedy and asked what establishments were available in the area for
them to get lunch from. Hedy opened one of the drawers in her desk and
pulled out several menus and advised George which one's she believed where
the best.

George looked over the menus for Lisa and ordered what he thought she would
most like and ordered something for himself there as well. The eatery
advised when the food would be ready for pickup and George told Lisa. Lisa
told him to head on over to the establishment, which was three blocks away.

George walked out of the office and headed for the elevator. He exited the
building and walked the three city blocks. As he walked along, his feet
bothered him more and more as the heels slapped against the cement and
asphalt beneath him.

The leers George got from some men walking by excited him before he walked
into the eatery and picked up the meals he had ordered with Lisa's credit
card. He carried the bags containing the food back to the office and
brought them into the conference room so that he could have lunch with
Lisa.

Shortly after he laid out the food, Hedy asked if she could join them with
her lunch as she wanted to get better acquainted with her new boss. George
and Lisa raised no objections and invited her to sit down.

The three of them chatted about various things around the office and their
back grounds. George repeated to Hedy the carefully arranged back-story
Lisa had drilled into him.

Lisa finished first and got back to work, while George and Hedy continued
to eat and talk to each other. George felt a strange friendly connection
with her. He had not had a close friend since he was in Junior High School.
All of his adult friendships were matters of convenience. He tolerated the
yes-men that surrounded him and his various business contacts that looked
for work from him rather than being lonely. While they were better than
nothing, George wanted something more from a friendship and hoped he would
form one with Hedy.

After lunch, George went back over to Lisa and asked if she needed him to
do anything for her. Lisa gave George an order to schedule meetings with
the various branch managers in the region whom she was trying to get
acquainted with.

George nodded and got on his telephone and started making the arrangements
for Lisa to travel around the region meeting the various branch managers.
After George finished doing so, he went over to Hedy and asked if she
needed help.

Hedy advised that she needed a stack of papers copied. George looked at the
voluminous stack and sighed as he picked some of the documents up and
carried them to the copier machine. As the copier hummed beside him, George
daydreamed about what his night with Lisa would be like.

George wondered if she would give him any instructions on how to do his job
better. George felt great working for her and was fond of being ordered
around by her as much as he enjoyed just being one of the girls in the
office.

As the first stack of papers finished copying, George picked up the second
stack and began to make more copies as he saw a fax coming in on the fax
machine. George walked over to the machine and reviewed the fax. He carried
it over to the salesman it was for and gave it to him.

The man thanked George and asked, "Could you get me a cup of coffee?'

George shrugged and said, "Sure. How do you like it?"

"Black with a little sugar."

George nodded and took the cup from the man. Lisa noticed him walking
towards the kitchen with it and approached him and asked, "What are you
doing?"

"I'm getting a cup of coffee for Eddie over in sales."

Lisa smirked and said, "Carry on, Marianne."

George smiled at her as he knew that she was enjoying watching him get
coffee for one of her employees. George got the man the cup of coffee and
brought it back over to him before he went back to his desk.

The heels that were stinging his feet and ankles were the first thing to
come off before he checked Lisa's messages to make sure that there was
nothing he missed.

George then took a deep breath and put his heels back on and went back to
the copier machine. He carried the copies over to Hedy and then helped her
staple them together and prepare the mailings.

Shortly after they finished, the workday came to an end. The entire office
emptied out besides George and Lisa. George explained to Hedy and Lily that
Lisa expected him to stay after with her. They figured it was part of his
role as her personal secretary so they were not too surprised by the
requirement.

George helped Lisa get her office ready for the next day before they got
into their car and went home. George walked in the door and immediately
removed his heels before he walked into the kitchen and began making dinner
for the two of them while Lisa read the newspaper at the table.

As he placed the meal before her, Lisa took a bite and said "That's another
30 points with the two hundred and fifty points I figure you earned today.
Do you know how many that make?"

George looked at her and shrugged. Lisa laughed and said, "Good girl,
already sucking at math," before she continued, "That makes one thousand
points."

George nodded as he took a bite before Lisa added, "That means you're ready
to be my girl."

George looked at her strangely and wondered what that would mean. He had
promised it all along and, now, he would get to see what prize she had been
keeping from him.

"Don't you want to know what you get?" Lisa asked.

"Sure, I just didn't know if I was supposed to speak."

"You can always speak, now."

George looked at her strangely before she continued, "You're my girl, now.
Not my slave. That means that you get to have a say around here, but don't
get any ideas. I'm still the breadwinner and I wear the pants, but I'm only
going to be bossing you around at work, where you seem to enjoy it the
most."

George grinned at her as she got up and kissed him on the lips. "Now, how
does my little bride to be want to celebrate her new found womanhood?"

"Bride?" George asked.

"Well, Marianne, I think it would be a little odd for my girl to be
anything other than bride, don't you?"

George nodded before Lisa kissed him again and sat down. They finished
eating their meal as Lisa explained her plans for the two of them. They
were going to get married and stay in Kansas City permanently. George was
going to resign from his day to day affairs, but retain ownership, but
would rarely be heard from.

George grew increasingly excited as he heard Lisa's plans for them. His
member engorged between his legs as Lisa began to run her stocking covered
foot up his legs. George smiled at the thought of being Lisa's wife. He
enjoyed working for her and serving her and knew that there were far worse
things he could be doing with his life.

It was the best relationship he had ever had. All of his previous
relationships had failed spectacularly. The only way he had forged a
connection with a woman besides Lisa had been by paying Celene to dominate
him. George realized that he finally had a real relationship with a woman
even if it took him becoming her girl for him to do so. George figured that
he might as well embrace it.

As they finished eating, Lisa stood up and walked towards him. She took him
by the hand and led him away from the table. George followed her up the
stairs as her smooth hand continued to caress his. She opened the door to
the bedroom that they would be sharing from then on and said, "You're my
girl, now."

George smirked at her before she kissed him deeply and led him into their
bedroom.

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