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Chapter
1
Being tied up at the
office used to mean work. Now thanks to my 23-year-old secretary,
and her friend, it's a pleasure.
Rainy days and Mondays
always get me down, and this being a typical Seattle workday happened
to be a little of both. The appearance of Agnes Gruer, our director
of Administrative Services, at my door added to the gloom. The gloom
dissipated quickly as Jessica VanBelle, followed her in. Jessica
was my 9 o'clock interview for the administrative assistant's position.
The contrast between the stern looking Ms. Gruer and the applicant
was so pronounced that it was almost comical.
Whereas Ms. Gruer was
in her mid-forties, slightly overweight, more than slightly overbearing,
and severely groomed, Jessica was in her mid-twenties, 5 foot 4
inches (in heels, that is), 105 pounds with very neatly attended
blond hair and a set of blue eyes that a man could get lost in.
Whereas Jesica was wearing
a business suit that showed her professionalism yet revealed her
femininity, Ms. Gruer wore a suit designed to conceal the fact that
she was a woman. It wasn't that Ms. Gruer couldn't be a good looking
woman, she simply went out of her way not to be. The only acknowledgement
of her sex was the title of "bitch" everyone murmured behind her
back
The interview with Jessica
went exceptionally well. Although young and perky, she carried herself
with an air of confidence, and was extremely knowledgeable in all
the areas we needed help. I made up my mind to hire her on the spot.
Technical competence, professional attitude, and a definite flair
for team play will do it every time. That she was easy on the eyes
was just another benefit.
I was surprised to find
myself thinking this way. I was happily married, and I didn't fool
around, especially on the job. Of course, I had my deep dark sexual
secrets, but I kept them well hidden, or at least I thought I did.
That was then. This
is now. My whole life unraveled about 3 months after Jessica's arrival.
I was working late one night, and Jessica, as usual, wasn't going
to leave until she was sure I wasn't going to need her anymore.
It was getting close
to 7 o'clock and almost everybody else had gone home. Jessica walked
into my office and closed the door. She handed me a document and
asked me to read it aloud. After reading the first few words, I
tried to object, but Jessica stared me down and forced me to continue
reading it in full. After the first few words, I realized I had
to:
"I, Richard LaConner,
do hereby surrender my total will to Ms. Jessica VanBelle and agree
to live by the following 10 commandments:
1. I am male. I am inferior
to female.
2. I am a slave to my
penis. My penis belongs to my mistress. My mistress controls my
penis. She controls me.
3. I renounce the sexual
bondage imposed my malehood. My highest aspiration is to be female.
I put total faith in my mistress to make me so.
4. My mistress is my
sole source of sexual pleasure. I must serve her and all those females
she asks me to serve.
5. I lack the discipline
to attain total sexual satisfaction by myself. Only under the discipline
of my mistress will I attain true pleasure.
6. I exist only to provide
pleasure for my mistress. I can expect no wants of my own to be
fulfilled except at her desire.
7. My mistress' body
is sacred, only with my tongue, and at her bidding will I touch
it. My body is hers to do with as she pleases.
8. I have no secrets.
As I stand naked before my mistress in body, I must also stand naked
before her in mind. I must confess to her my deepest fantasies.
9. There is no thought
I can think unless it be to honor my mistress. There is no word
I can speak unless it is to praise her. There is no action I can
take unless it be to please her.
10. I am not female.
Until I have the courage to become one, I must worship all those
who are."
I could feel my pulse
racing as I read the words. I could actually hear the pounding of
my heart in my ears, and that wasn't the only place the blood pressure
was up. In the few seconds it took to read the rather short document,
I was fully aroused. Nonetheless, I tried bluffing, "What is all
this?" I asked her.
"What this is," she
said, "is your total and unconditional surrender to me. Before you
say anything else, let me continue. When I first got here, Ms. Gruer
assigned me the task of handling your mail. As I was doing so, one
day, the contents of one of the packages marked 'personal' fell
out. Normally, I wouldn't read anything private or personal of yours,
but the picture of a leather clad lady with her boot on the head
of a naked and prostrate man was hard to ignore. I thumbed through
it quickly before putting it back in the package.
I noted the return address,
and I confess, I spied. I started opening other personal packages
addressed to you and resealed them before passing them on. I found
an interesting assortment of magazines and an invoice or two for
some of your 'toys.' I confided in Ms. Gruer about my findings,
and she helped me interpret them. It seems you have two interesting
hobbies: female domination and a rubber fetish. Furthermore, since
you receive these magazines at work, your wife doesn't know about
this. You don't want her to know, do you?"
I knew enough from my
readings how to reply properly, "No mistress VanBelle."
My submissiveness didn't
go unnoticed as she said, "Good boy!"
"Now, you will sign
that paper, or I will tell your wife. I have copies of the mail
receipts. Also, I'm sure the company wouldn't appreciate your using
the mail service for your sexual perversions. Think about it. Your
job or this!" she said waiving the paper in front of my face.
I lowered my head and
nodded. She pushed the paper over to me, and I signed. "Now," she
said, "It's time for you to obey commandment number 8. Take off
your clothes."
I was suddenly faced
with the reality of what I did. I could feel my embarrassment grow
with each item of clothing I took off. Jessica was smiling evilly
as she took in my show. I felt more than naked as I finally stepped
out of my shorts before this fully dressed woman. I felt utter humiliation.
My penis which was fully engorged while I was thinking and talking
about my fantasy, now went limp when I was faced with the reality
of acting it out.
Jessica picked up the
phone and dialed an extension. "He's ready," is all she said. A
moment later, the Teutonic Bitch walked in. "Look at that. He's
a bad boy," she said in her slightly accented voice, "He has no
hard-on for us girls. Shame on him. We will teach him." Sitting
down and looking me straight in the eye, she said, "Come here and
get over my lap." I realized that I was about to put into practice
what I only studied before.
I did as she said, and
I could feel her clench my erecting cock in the silkiness of her
panty hose between her legs. SMACK! The first blow came as a shock
to me. I didn't know a woman could hit so hard. She noted my surprise.
"Before I graduated college, I worked at being, what you call in
this country, a nanny. I had many assignments including two little
boys who were always getting in trouble. I made them spend many
hours over my knee. I know what I'm doing."
She sure did! She swung
her arm and made contact again. It was like a stone being dropped
into a pond. The shock waves dissapated in concentric waves about
the point of impact until they were lapping against the shore of
my pubic area. With each slap, she was stimulating areas inside
my body that I couldn't get to my myself.
Oddly enough there was
little stinging at the surface, and the pain, though intense, was
very short lived. Everything was happening under the surface. It
was like a had an earthquake going on inside me. She certainly did
know how to give a boy a spanking!
She laid blow after
blow on my willing and receptive bottom. Things were getting hot
in front too. The internal stimulation produced by her expertly
wielded hand, and the external stimulation of her stocking clad
legs clenched around my cock produced a mini orgasm and a trickle
of precome every time she landed her palm on my ass.
In all of this, I lost
track of Jessica. With my spanking over, I was able to wipe the
tears from my eyes and was turn my head just in time to watch her
lower the video camera!
"Watching a bad boy
being disciplined properly is something a woman should be able to
enjoy over and over," she grinned devilishly, "You're not going
to back out of this situation without paying the penalties. I could
just as well put a label on this saying 'Orientation Video' and
leave it in the corporate film library. Now come here and kneel
before me."
Jessica sat on the edge
of my desk. She pulled up her skirt to reveal that she had previously
removed her panties. "Now eat me, you little shit." I worked my
head between her legs. I looked at her deliciously blond pussy,
closed my eyes, took a deep breath, and went in for the duration.
She lowered her skirt over my head, grabbed it with both hands and
held it close to her lap.
I touched my nose to
the very top of her slit and inhaled deeply relishing the smell
of her feminine aroma. I stuck out my tongue, touched the very top
of the slit and moved it down slowly until I found her clitoris.
I shaped my tongue into a sharp stabbing insrument and used it as
a rapier to duel with it. I touched it tip-to-tip, and then ran
it around in a spiral along the tiny shaft.
I could feel it swell,
and noticed the tremors going on inside Jessica's body. With one
of her thighs on each ear, it was difficult to hear her muffled
cries.
I felt something else
going on in back of me. Ms. Gruer was at my ass again. This time
with a dildo. She inserted it slowly but firmly. It felt as if the
dildo was going right up my anus and directly into my penis. My
erection was getting bigger and harder than ever. I couldn't believe
how much I was enjoying this!
I brought Jessica to
several shattering orgasms with my tongue, and my face was covered
with her juices by the time she finally dismounted. My cock, by
this time was aching as much as my rear was both inside and out.
Ms. Gruer laughed at
my condition, "Look at that, blue balls! Maybe he's not so much
a man after all. He can't take his punishment."
"Enough, Agnes", Jessica
said, "I think he did a good enough job for the first time. What
do you say? Should we let him come?"
"Oh please, please,"
my mind was begging.
"OK, Jessica, you can
let him come." Turning to me she said, "OK, little slut-boy, kneel
on your desk and face us."
I did as ordered as
my female audience took up their seats in my easy chairs facing
me.
Jessica calmly said,
"You may jerk off. Agnes, this time, you run the camera. I want
to watch this close up." With just few strokes had come flying everywhere
including on a report I had put in hours on.
Both women laughed at
my condition. Jessica then said, "Oh, too bad, it looks like you'll
have to come in this weekend to finish that up. You'll probably
need help doing that. Ms. Gruer and I will assist you. Be here at
9 AM sharp, this Saturday."
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