Awakened
What do you do when you are awakened from a dream? Awakened suddenly. Awakened to realize you've been betrayed by that dream. Betrayed despite how wonderful that dream was. Was the dream a lie? Was the dream a truth that you actually wanted? If so, what do you do about it all once you've been awakened?
He heard the door opening and realized he was trapped.
He wasn’t supposed to be where he was. The Executive Washroom was for, executives. And William Herrara was many things but an executive with Wilkins, Cortez, Simpson and Dawes wasn’t one of them. It wasn’t a job ending offense but it wasn’t something the regular employees of the firm were supposed to do. William did take liberties in sneaking into the washroom because he was the personal assistant to Mrs. Bianca Cortez and because he wanted the privacy of the Executive Washroom to clean himself up and repair what “damage” Mrs. Cortez did to him each Monday morning at 11:00 AM.
That was when he would report to her and she would inspect his outfit for the day. The outfit wouldn’t ever be a surprise to her as she’d have laid it out for him in the morning before she left for the gym. He would change out of his nightie, clean himself up, make sure to thoroughly douche himself, dress in the shirt and slacks she’d specified and then scurry himself in to work. She would then inspect not only his outerwear but also the lingerie she’d also specified for him to wear under that corporate wear shirt and pants. The inspections always left him frightfully turned on and he would also leak through the chastity cage she’d locked his cock away in. The wet spot in his panties was always something she’d comment on.
He was never perfect in those inspections and was soon over
her lap for a proper admonishment. It
was one which reddened his pert ass cheeks and made him squirm all the
more. With his rear end still stinging
he would promise his Mistress to do better the next time and she would open her
legs to him. He loved serving her that
way and felt he’d let her down if he hadn’t managed to bring her to at least
three climaxes with his tongue before she’d pull him away from her glorious
pussy.
But, pull him away she would and then she’d bend him over
her desk and pull out her strap-on.
Being plowed by his boss and mistress over her desk while he was in his
sexiest frillies was always a stupendous turn on for William. And of late, an enormous source of
frustration. It had been well over a
month since she’d granted him a release from that chastity cage. Instead, she edged him relentlessly during
those weeks. Even the regular prostate
milkings didn’t help. They just added to
the frustration as her relentless physical domination of him combined with the
mental domination that such milkings entailed.
True, it relieved the physical pressure of too much cum building up in
the poor man’s balls but the fact that she controlled him even to the level of
forcing him to express the cum without any sexual climax just turned him on
even more so. He felt so wonderfully
powerless in her grasp and under her control.
William, as the personal assistant to the firm’s senior
executives, had access to the daily calendars of each of the executives and was
responsible for scheduling their meetings and such. Under Ms. Cortez’s guidance, William
carefully scheduled time in Ms. Cortez’s daily meeting for her to have him in
her office and bent over her desk. Just
as carefully, he then also scheduled time for himself to run into the Executive
Washroom and “put himself back together” after his mistress had fucked him
silly. He scheduled meetings and events
for the other executives such that he could be assured of having the Executive
Washroom to himself as he cleaned himself up.
Mainly this meant combing out his hair and washing his face clean of
Bianca’s juices. She liked smearing his face with them as he licked her to
climax after climax. Plus he would
inspect his shirt and pants to be sure no lube or anything else had stained
them from when she had him bent over her desk and pegged his ass. Finally, he would gargle and brush his teeth
so that Mistress Cortez’s scent was only still in his mind and not also his
breath. He was a professional in a
professional office environment and thus such discretion was professionally
appropriate.
So, William was pretty confident that he would always have
uninterrupted time in that Washroom after each time his mistress had used him
and had her way with him. And also
whenever Terri Simpson took him in the same fashion. Being the “pussy boy toy” for two powerful
dominant women was a dream come true for William. It was Ms. Cortez who found him, roped him
and reeled him in as her submissive. She
found she wanted to keep him around all the time so that she truly could
overwhelm him with her dominance and keep him overwhelmed. Thus she soon had him submitting to her by
moving in with her to be her personal maid and body servant. And to keep her house in order. To further things, she then arranged to hire
him as her personal assistant at work.
This not only allowed her to have him service her at work but also for
her to share him with her friend, Terri.
She had similar tastes in dominating and controlling her men and William
quickly found himself without a moment’s rest as he was passed back and forth
between the two women. When he wasn’t bent
over Bianca’s desk at work he was bent over Terri’s. When he wasn’t scurrying off at day’s end to
rush home and prepare dinner for Bianca he was rushing over to Terri’s home to
prepare dinner for her and serve her throughout the evening. The two dominatrixes alternated weekends in
having William be their house maid and body servant at their homes. Thus, for the past year William hadn’t had a
moment to himself. It was all becoming a
blur to the man. A lovely, sex charged,
dominance imbued, chastity inducing frustration filled year. And he loved it all.
So as William had just finished drying off his face after
washing his mistress’s juices from it, the last thing he expected was for the
Executive Washroom door to be opened. A
flash of panic burst through him. His
hands flew to his shirt as he feverishly made sure it was buttoned up enough to
high the lacy teddy he was wearing underneath it. Luckily for William, he found all his buttons
buttoned so he brought his hands up to his collar and began adjusting his tie. His mind reeled in trying to come up with
appropriate excuses for his being where he shouldn’t be. If it was Mr. Wilkins, the firm’s owner, he
could probably get away with some earnest apologies for his transgression. The man was in his eighties and seemed more
concerned setting up “T” times at the various golf courses than anything else. But it couldn’t be Mr. Wilkins as William was
sure he was already out of the office for a “working golf game” session. And it couldn’t be his mistress nor Ms.
Simpson as they both were at the same meeting.
That left only… Mr. Dawes.
William wasn’t sure what to make of Mike Dawes. The man was about the living embodiment of
what an “alpha male” should be. At least
in the legal field. He was in his
forties, powerfully built, handsome, and had an air about him that just reeked
of confidence, capability, and aggression.
William had heard enough chatter from the girls in the office that he
knew every one of them would be only too willing if Mr. Dawes “put the moves”
on them. William had watched as Mr.
Dawes happily flirted right back at the girls in the office. And how the man wasn’t at all subtle in
admiring when an attractive woman wandered past his gaze. He wasn’t subtle but nor was he leering. Of late, William had caught himself feeling
somewhat put out when it wasn’t him who caught the eye of Mr. Dawes like that.
Which was even more confusing and troubling for William
because William was straight. He
rationalized to himself that his feelings were only because Ms. Cortez and Ms.
Simpson always and only used him in a feminine role. And he was always wearing such wonderfully
feminine things underneath his corporate attire. It troubled him still though. He consoled himself that it was just due to
his being somewhat over emotional during the past several months. And that, he was assured by the doctor Ms.
Cortez had sent him to, was simply due to his being so overworked. He’d started giving William regular shots to
help him “maintain a more even emotional state” and also to “help with his
energy level.”
If those shots were supposed to help, they hadn’t. William was now even more emotional of
late. He never had time to rest, really,
unless it was after being well and truly fucked out by his mistress Bianca or
Terri and thus able to get some sleep in their bed. He’d still have the chastity cage on and they
always put his hands in bondage mitts but at least he could get some sleep.
William was a bundle of nerves as Mr. Dawes stepped into the
Executive Washroom and closed the door behind him, locking it as he did
so. He didn’t seem either surprised or
upset to find William in the Washroom either.
“I thought I saw you slinking in here” Mr. Dawes said,
pleasantly, as he strode over to stand next to William at the sinks. Right next to him, William noticed. Not at the end of the three sinks but right
next to the one William was standing in front of. William felt a wave of heat flush through his
body and he began to stammer an excuse to Mr. Dawes.
“That’s alright, no need to make excuses there,
William. I know that Bianca can be quite
demanding of you. Thus it’s quite
alright for you take a few minutes after her morning meetings with you to catch
your breath.” He said, smilingly, as he waved aside William’s attempt at
excusing himself. William felt himself
blush when he realized Mr. Dawes seemed to know just exactly how “demanding”
Ms. Cortez, his mistress as well as his boss, was in those meetings. “Or was it just his turn of phrase?” William
wondered, trying to not overthink what Mr. Dawes had said to him. Mr. Dawes gave him no further time to ponder
his comments as he moved even closer to William.
“You having some difficulty with that tie there?” he
asked. “Here, let me help you with
that.” He continued, not giving William the chance to make any objection before
he stepped behind William and wrapped his arms around him to reach his
tie. “I find it easier to tie these
things when I’m looking at them in a mirror myself. Trying to get the knot right when looking
directly at them doesn’t work for me.” He beamed at William.
William felt himself start to sweat at how close Mr. Dawes
suddenly was. Even though Mr. Dawes was
just an inch or so taller than him, William felt small with the way that Mr.
Dawes had suddenly taken control of him.
Mr. Dawes was quickly and assuredly getting the knot on William’s tie
straightened out and he leaned forward to see it more clearly in the mirror,
audibly inhaling through his nose as he did so.
“Mmm… that’s an interesting scent there, William” he
commented as he worked the knot and sniffed next to William’s cheek. “That’s not cologne, and that’s not perfume
either” he observed. William blushed
more furiously. “I’ve always wondered
what Bianca smelled like. Now I know.” Mr. Dawes said, contentedly. William once again started to stammer an
explanation but, once again, Mr. Dawes would have none of it and deftly switched
the subject before William could get his words in edgewise.
“You know, William, shirts like yours really aren’t meant to
be worn with ties. Particularly not
women’s blouses like this.” Mr. Dawes
casually observed.
“Women’s? No.. sir…
No, Mr. Dawes, this isn’t a woman’s shirt”
William objected.
“Really?” Mr. Dawes
dryly replied. “Then why are the buttons
on the wrong side? That’s a woman’s
blouse you have on there, William.” Mr.
Dawes continued as he let his hands trail down William’s torso after he’d
finished knotting the man’s tie. Mr.
Dawes trailed his fingers along the side of William’s pants and around his
backside. William was frozen in place as
the sensations were coursing through him and the realization of the fact that
Mr. Dawes was essentially feeling him up.
“Hmm… and these aren’t men’s pants either.” Mr. Dawes,
again, observed. “The material’s too
light, the buttons are on the wrong side again as well.” He continued. Then, as his fingers trailed along William’s
flanks, “Hmm… garters too, I see. One,
two, three, four, five… oh my, that’s quite a lot of garter straps there you
have on William. Ten? Is that a vintage garter belt you’re
wearing? I admire such taste. Don’t worry, they don’t show. Much.
You would really have to know what to look for under pants – even ones
as otherwise sheer as these – to see the traces of them.”
William’s head was spinning.
He’d no idea his lingerie had been so obvious to anyone. Especially to someone like one of the senior
executives of his firm. He was trying to
come up with something to say to Mr. Dawes but the man kept touching William
and his comments kept William too off balance, mentally, for him to say
anything other than half-hearted attempts at excuses. Excuses which Mr. Dawes never allowed William
the time or the space to truly make. Mr.
Dawes then trailed his hands up the sides of Williams body and brought them up
to William’s chest.
“And I wouldn’t worry about the lingerie you’re wearing
under this blouse. The straps aren’t
making enough of an indentation in your shoulders to show. And the blouse material is thick enough that
you can’t see whatever it is you’ve on under it. But, that shirt isn’t doing enough to hide
these…” he finished as his hands came to rest on William’s nipples. Even through the material of his shirt, Mr.
Dawes’ touching his nipples sent waves of pleasure through William that made
him pant. He barely managed to stifle the
moan that emanated from his core.
William too had noticed how much more sensitive his nipples
were of late. So too had his mistresses
and they’d made relentless use of that sensitivity. When William had asked Bianca if she thought
his nipples and the flesh around them looked swollen she dismissed his
concerns. She’d said it was all due to
the “nipple torture” play she liked “inflicting” on him and the effects of the
little pumping cylinders she had him use to enlarge his nipples. She told him she thought large nipples on a
man were sexy so he should use the nipple pump set she given him to make his
nipples bigger. That it wasn’t just the
nipples themselves which were getting swollen didn’t seem to bother her. And she kept William too busy otherwise – and
could bring him to his knees just playing with those nipples – for him to have
much time to worry about his “puffy and flabby” chest. But now with Mr. Dawes cupping those lumps on
his chest, William’s worries came back with force.
“They’re just swollen from my… my playing with them. They’re very… sensit… oooo” William’s lustful
moan managed to escape his mouth this time as Mr. Dawes smoothly worked the
man’s engorged nipples. William tried
not to writhe under Mr. Dawes’ touch and then the man took his fingers off of
the nipples and, instead, cupped the mounds William’s nipples were attached to.
“Nipple play? Sorry,
William, nipple play doesn’t create these” Mr. Dawes said confidently as he
cupped and jiggled the handfuls of swollen pleasure that stuck out from
William’s torso. “I’d say these are now
at least a full A cup – if not actually B’s” Mr. Dawes mused. “I’ve been watching you change for months
now. Your shirts – your blouses – are
usually loose enough that they don’t stand out too much but they’re getting
harder and harder not to notice. You
didn’t have these when you started a year ago.”
Mr. Dawes concluded as he began rubbing his thumb over the protruding
nipples atop William’s fleshy mounds.
Even through the material of his blouse, the sensation was electric to
him. William had to brace himself on the
sink countertop as Mr. Dawes continued to overwhelm him. William felt Mr. Dawes step fully into him
and press his hips into the countertop with his own hips. When William felt Mr. Dawes’s hardon press
itself between his cheeks he let out a cry of surprise. And his eyes fluttered as Mr. Dawes slowly
ground his pants covered cock into William’s ass.
“So, what’s your dosage?
Which ones are you on?
Lupron? Estradiol? Something else?” Mr. Dawes asked in an almost
breathless voice as he brought his face close to William’s throat. William shivered as he felt the man’s hot
breath on his neck. Mr. Dawes’ touch was
so sensual but so powerful. William felt
weak and helpless and out of control and was burning for more it. Even as his lust was becoming all consuming,
William also recognized how completely wrong it all was. He was a man!
He wasn’t gay. He was only
interested in women. Yes, he was wearing
women’s lingerie and he loved when women bent him over and put their fake
penises into him and fucked him like he was the girl. But… he was straight.
In a voice drenched with lust, Mr. Dawes purred into
William’s ear, “For weeks now - a month or two, actually – I’ve been expecting
you to show up at work in a skirt and heels.
I’ve been expecting you to publicly make known that you’re
“transitioning” and that you’re now to be treated as a woman. You realize I know how to treat a woman very,
very well. Don’t you? Don’t you, ‘William?’”
Mr. Dawes took one of his hands away from the mounds on
William’s chest – leaving his other hand there to continue pleasuring the cross
dressed man who was whimpering in lust before him – and brought it down to the
front of William’s groin, pushing him away from the countertop and harder
against Mr. Dawes’ rampant cock. His fingers
sought and found the expected thing between William’s legs and he was soon
tapping out a rhythm upon it.
“As I thought, she has you caged.” William could practically see the smirk on
Mr. Dawes’s face even as he had his eyes squeezed shut and was trying to
concentrate on anything other than then waves of pleasure Mr. Dawes was intent
on washing away his resistance with.
“Tell me, pretty boy, does it still work? Or have you doused yourself with so much of
those hormones it’s just become a limp little thing between your legs? Just there to look pretty? Are you going to go all the way and have it
turned inside out to make yourself a little pussy? When’s the last time she let you out of that
cage?”
The questions were coming too fast for William to even
coherently follow let alone respond to.
The sensations Mr. Dawes was now rapping onto his trapped cock was even
more erotic and distracting. Mr. Dawes
wrapping his arms around William so commandingly and his so sensuously
breathing onto William’s bared throat was all almost overwhelming to him. Mr. Dawes took his one hand away from
tweaking William’s nipples and quickly popped open several of the buttons on
his blouse. Mr. Dawes deftly pushed the
shirt out of the way and resumed his overwhelming William’s nipples.
William finally squeezed his eyes shut even tighter and drew
in a deep breath to compose himself even if for but a moment and then blurted
out his denial in the seconds he knew he had before he’d completely lose himself
to Mr. Dawes’s overwhelming touch and embrace.
“No! I’m… I’m not on
any… anything. I’m not on any hormones…
I’m not! I’m… I… They’re… They’re just
energy shots… not hormones. And….
They’re not hormones…. It’s just temporary swelling… It’s just…” he was almost begging in his
tone. Begging for Mr. Dawes to believe
him.
“So, do you cum when she fucks with her plastic cock?” Mr. Dawes continued his overwhelming of the
lust consumed man. “Have you ever had a
real cock inside you? The cock of a real
man? A man who knows how to treat a girl
like you? You know there’s no comparison
between a real cock and those pieces of silicon and plastic, right? The heat of a real cock as it fills you is so
very, very different. I bet you’d be
cumming, helplessly, the moment a real man’s cock pushed its way into your cute
little ass…”
William had to squeeze his legs together as the thought of
being so thoroughly possessed and filled by an actual cock caused his own
trapped penis to throb even more painfully in its tight little chastity
cage. He recognized then that he’d have
to do something – do something immediately – or else he’d utterly lose all
control to this man overwhelming him so wonderfully.
Quickly then, William released his grip on the countertop
and pulled Mr. Dawes’ hand off his nipple and his trapped penis. He opened his eyes and looked at Mr. Dawes in
the mirror in front of them both. He
took several more deep breaths and fought to compose himself even as the image
before him threatened to undo it all.
What he saw was a handsome, powerful man with his arms being
held away from a lovely, pretty, soft, and achingly effeminate man. A “pretty, pretty boy” as William’s mistress
kept calling him. A man who’s hair was
styled so prettily in an androgynous cut that only emphasized how feminine his
features had become. He stared at
himself and the contrast between that pretty, pretty boy and the absolutely
alpha male standing behind him and overwhelming him in such an irresistible and
masculine a manner.
William’s eyes grew wide as he suddenly understood what he
was seeing. The mounds on his chest
weren’t just swellings they were… breasts.
Small ones but, clearly, breasts.
And his hips, they’d become wider.
Wider, not thinner, due to all the leg work Ms. Cortez insisted he
concentrate on with the personal trainer she had him go to. “We’ll get to your upper body once we’ve got
that weight situation under control” she’d told him. But now his upper body had thinned out while
his legs had toned up and his ass had become wonderfully pert and tight. And looked so good in panties and garters and
thongs and with the way she would touch him there. With the way Mr. Dawes was touching him
there….
“No… No..” William said to himself as the realization
finally came through to him. A
realization as if he were just awakening from a dream. A lovely, wonderful, erotic, happy
dream. But, it was only a dream – until
he finally opened his eyes and awakened himself fully.
“No?” Mr. Dawes asked, amusedly. “No, what?
That you’ve never been made love to be a man? That you’ve never cum while wearing that
cage? That you’re not a pretty girly
boy? Well, you are very pretty one. And if you’ve never had a man make love to
you, William, then you’re doing a very good job of hiding how little you want
one to.” He concluded with a smile.
“No… I’m… I’m straight.
And… I’m not on any hormones…. No, I never… I’m… a man… not a girl. I don’t want to be a… No… I’m straight… Please… Please stop.”
William blurted out in a voice clearly sincere.
Mr. Dawes looked more deeply into William’s eyes through the
mirror’s reflection and then lightly pulled his hands away and out of William’s
grasp. Standing back from William as he
did so. He then placed his hands on
William’s shoulders and gently turned him around to face Mr. Dawes directly. He gathered William’s hands in his own and
brought them up to his lips. Looking
William square in the eyes, Mr. Dawes lightly kissed William’s hands and spoke
to him once more.
“William, I’m not sure what is going on here. You are a beautiful man who clearly is on the
verge of becoming a beautiful woman. I
find that a wonderful thing and very attractive one as well. I find you attractive. But, if for whatever reason you don’t wish to
proceed then, that is your choice and I will respect that. And I will respect you whatever your
decision.” He said, earnestly and then brought one hand up under William’s chin
to raise the man’s face to his own.
“Just remember, that if you change your mind I will be delighted to be
that man to make love to you.” Mr. Dawes
then leaned forward and gently kissed William on his forehead. Then he turned and strode out of the
Executive Washroom. Leaving William
standing at the side of the countertop to contemplate just what, exactly, he’d
awaken himself to.
William turned and looked at himself in the mirror
again. The red haze of lust which had
been such a constant cloud to his vision over the past many months now seemed
to have finally dissipated. Perhaps not
entirely but enough for him to clearly see what he had become. He stepped over to the Washroom door and
locked it. Then he took off the tie that
Mr. Dawes had so carefully knotted and then he removed his blouse and the teddy
underneath it. He examined the mounds on
his chest. They were, undeniably,
breasts. He turned to the side and
looked at his reflection in the mirror, arching his back as he did so. He’d seen smaller breasted women – actual
women – who he thought had look beautiful and sexy. He turned fully back to the mirror and lost
himself in thought as his feminized form filled his vision.
He’d fantasized about being forcibly feminized. He’d read plenty of tales about it. But he’d never thought to actually do it to
himself. And he certainly hadn’t
consented to it being done to him. But,
despite that, here he was. Here he was:
a feminized man. His skin was smooth and
soft and hairless. His frame had thinned
out considerably since Ms. Cortez took him under her control. He was thinner but… he had some curves to
that thinness. Curves that could look
even more feminine and even sexier if he filled them out a bit more. A vision of himself in a skirt raced through
his mind. A skirt. A sexy skirt.
A nicely appropriate just above the knees skirt. A skirt like that flipped up over his pert
rounded ass cheeks. A skirt like that
flipped out of the way as his mistress drove her strap-on into that willing and
eager ass. A skirt like that flipped out
of the way… by a man… By a man who’s rampant cock pressed into him instead his
mistress’s fake one. William felt his
nipples harden again and a flush blossom through his body.
He opened his eyes again.
He realized he could do that. He
could do that vision he’d just had. He
could make that fantasy a reality. He
could now. He was now that close. He could become the feminine creature of his
vision. Not an actual woman. He didn’t want to lose that much of himself. But he could become… he could become…
different. He could become… more. William stood there, looking at himself in
the mirror and let his mind race contemplating who he was, what he was, and
what he could do about it all.
Some time later, William was outside Ms. Cortez’s
office. He’d checked her calendar and
cleared an hour on it after she’d returned from her meeting. Normally, this would have been impudent of
him to have cleared such time without clearing it through her first. But he needed the time with his
mistress. He needed the time to confront
her for what she had done.
He was a storm of emotions as he entered her office. She was somewhat surprised to see him there
as she hadn’t beckoned him to her side.
She was even more surprised when William turned and locked the door to
her office and then strode deliberately around her desk to come next to her
chair. She turned to rein her uppity
pretty, pretty boy in but William sank to his knees before her and grasped her
hands in his as he brought his face to her knees. Looking up from that position he spoke to her
in a voice wracked with emotion.
“I’m awake now. I’ve
been sleep walking for months but, I’m awake now. I see what you’ve done to me. Why?
Why didn’t you ask me first?” he said to his mistress as his voice
finally broke and his tears began flowing.
Ms. Bianca Cortez started to speak, then stopped. Then she thought to say something else to the
man kneeling at her feet. The man
supplicating himself to her. The man
weeping at how she had betrayed his trust in her. Ms. Bianca Cortez felt her own tears begin to
flow as she realize how wrong she had been.
And how badly she had wronged William.
She had failed him. She had gone
too far. She had failed as a worthy
dominant and violated the trust and the power her submissive had gifted her
with.
Bianca moved her hands to William’s face, cradled it with
them and, finally spoke to her man.
“I’m sorry. I was
wrong. I was too… full of myself. I was too sure of myself. I… I doubted you. I… I didn’t think you would be strong enough
to do this on your own. I.. I thought
you would run away from me. And I didn’t
want to lose you. I don’t want to lose
you.” she spoke earnestly and
sorrowfully to him. “I love you,
William. Dearly. Fully.
I want you to be mine. I want you
to be my lover. I want you to be my
submissive. I want you to be…”
“To be your what?” William interrupted in frustration and
anguish. “To be your what – your man? Or
to be your girl? You didn’t ask. You never asked. Why didn’t you ask?”
The two, submissive and mistress, supplicant and dominant,
lover and lover, sat there in silence as their tears flowed.
“I am sorry William.
I am truly sorry. I love
you. I want you with me. I want you to be mine.” Bianca responded
softly as she stroked the man’s hair from his face as he knelt between her
legs. “I want you to be my pretty,
pretty boy. I want you to… to stay
mine. Please? I love you.
I should have trusted you. I… My
love… I’m sorry. So sorry. I should have… I… My love…
William… I’ll make things right.
I’ll make… William… I’m asking
you now… what do you want? How can I
make this up to you?”
William hugged himself around his lover’s legs more tightly
and through tear soaked eyes looked up her.
It took him some time to find his voice again before he could answer
her.
Four months later, the personal assistant of Ms. Bianca Cortez
was once again violating company policy by using the Executive Washroom. This time however, it was not William Herrara
looking at himself in the Washroom’s mirror as he made sure to clean his
mistress’s juices from his face and freshen his breath. Instead it was Simone Cortez Esperanza
reflected in the mirror. She’d not only
just washed Bianca’s juices from her face but had now just finished reapplying
her makeup. She’d become quite good at that
over those four months. Recovering from
the breast implant surgery and facial feminization surgeries had left her with
little else to do but practice “the feminine arts” and with each passing day that
practice put her life as William Herrara further and further behind her.
After four months the bruises were gone, the swelling had
receded, and her skin had regained enough of its suppleness such that she once
again had full range of motion when she moved her head to and fro. The hormone treatment continued at its
moderate level and Simone had finally felt ready enough to once again serve her
lover, her mistress and her employer by going back to work at the firm. If anything, Simone’s arrival at Wilkins,
Cortez, Simpson and Dawes that Monday was something of an anticlimax. The place was busy as usual and the other
girls in the girls in the office were welcoming, in a professional way, and the
men in the office were just as polite as previously but no more so. Everyone seemed to understand that Simone was
Ms. Cortez’s special employee and thus pretty much off limits otherwise.
That first day had been busy for Simone. She actually missed being at work. She liked being busy. She liked serving, professionally, the needs
of Ms. Cortez and Ms. Simpson. She truly
needed to serve. Doing so fulfilled her
in some very deep ways.
Simone looked herself over in the mirror once more. Her hair was perfect, her makeup was perfect,
her lipstick was perfectly glistening.
Her skirt was perfectly just above her knees. She looked at her watch, a delicate thing
about her wrist, noted the time and then unbuttoned the top three buttons of
her fitted blouse, thus barely revealing the cleavage of her wonderful new
breasts. Simone smiled at the image in
the mirror and then turned on her four inch stiletto heels to stride out of the
Washroom and on to the meeting she’d scheduled.
A moment later she was knocking on the door to Mr. Dawes’
office. Beckoned in, Simone took a firm
grip on the door handle and an even firmer one on her emotions. She opened the door to Mr. Dawes’s office and
stepped inside. This was the first time
that either of them had to actually see each other since she’d returned to work
the previous day. Before he could say
anything, Simone turned and locked his office door. Turning back, she announced;
“Good morning Mr. Dawes.
I have some forms here which need your review.” She spoke in as soft and
feminine a voice as her practice and the trachea shave allowed. Mr. Dawes smiled and cocked his head to one
side, wondering just what Bianca’s personal assistant was up to. He did enjoy the vision gliding toward him on
those stiletto heels. They were too
high, really, for regular corporate wear but they looked fabulous on Simone’s
legs. Even without seeing their back, he
guessed that her nylons were seamed and Cuban heeled, most likely. The black skirt hugged her hips deliciously
and even though it ended appropriately just above her knees he thought it was
sexy as hell. Mr. Dawes also hadn’t failed
to notice both how nicely fitted her blouse was but also how the opened buttons
gave him a wonderful glimpse into the new girl’s new breasts as they nicely
bounced and swayed with each of Simone’s high heeled steps. The new girl in the office was a vision of
corporate sexual appeal and he savored it all.
Even as he was somewhat surprised at how crisp and professional Simone
was in addressing him and how she strode around the side of his desk to park
herself immediately next to him.
Keeping her face in a suitably neutral cast, Simone opened
the folio she was carrying, bent slowly at the waist and placed two sheets of
paper in front of Mr. Dawes. She made
sure to lean closer to the seated executive as she did so. She knew her position was giving him an
excellent view of her pert ass cheeks in her skirt as well as giving Mr. Dawes
an ample view of how well her cleavage fill out that fitted blouse. With her hands on his desk, Simone turned her
head and looked across her shoulder and back at Mr. Dawes.
“The first of these forms, sir, is the memo from HR noting
the change in my legal gender. I am now
Ms. Simone Cortez Esperanza and, per the gender non-discrimination policy in
effect here at Wilkins, Cortez, Simpson and Dawes, I shall be treated as
such.” She paused as she looked more
intensely at Mr. Dawes. “In our last…
conversation… Mr. Dawes, I recall you mentioning that you knew how ‘treat a
woman,’ yes? Well, per our company’s
policy you are now legally obligated to do so with me.” Simone smiled at Mr.
Dawes and ran the tip of her tongue along her teeth, just behind her lips.
Mr. Dawes smiled more widely and sat up straighter. This was not the hesitant and confused
William Herrara before him but someone entirely different. A difference he liked. Mr. Dawes then leaned forward and placed his
right elbow on his desk and began looking over the forms Simone had placed
before him. His other hand found itself
resting on Simone’s curvaceous ass. That
she didn’t flinch or push it away was even more encouraging to him.
“And now to the second form that needs your attention”
Simone continued quite professionally as she shifted the next piece of paper
over to Mr. Dawes. “This memo addresses
the changes to my roles and responsibilities here at Wilkins, Cortez, Simpson
and Dawes since my… status… has changed.
Paragraph 3 is the most immediately relevant change that you need to now
be aware of.”
Mr. Dawes shifted a bit closer to the desk to read the memo
and began drawing his hand from Simone’s lovely ass but she reached out quickly
with her own hand and stopped him. She
then read on as she began moving his hand down her taut cheeks.
“Paragraph 3 clearly states that I am now the Personal
Assistant to all of the senior executives here at Wilkins, Cortez, Simpson and
Dawes. That it is now my responsibility
to attend to all of their needs and make myself useful to them however they see
fit.” As she finished reading that
paragraph she’d moved Mr. Dawes’ hand to and then under the hem of her skirt
and pressed it against the flesh his fingers found there. She sighed with pleasure as his fingers
touched her smooth soft skin and began exploring on their own.
“All their needs?”
Mr. Dawes asked amusedly. “All
the senior staff? Including Mr.
Wilkins? His needs as well?”
Simone breathed in, relishing how Mr. Dawes was feeling her
supple flesh and running his fingertips across the garters they found under her
skirt.
“Yes sir, ALL their needs.
Of course, the needs of each of the senior staff here at Wilkins,
Cortez, Simpson and Dawes will be as different as the individuals
involved. I don’t think Mr. Wilkins will
be requiring quite the same sort of personal assistance as does Ms. Cortez or
Ms. Simpson.” Simone paused, quite
obviously, and turned to look at the handsome man who hand was wrapped around
her ass cheek under her skirt. She
shifted that lovely ass closer to him and used her own hand to gently guide Mr.
Dawes’ fingers down to the top of the nylon hose on her left leg and then
around to its side. His exploring
fingers traced the top of the hose and the garter snaps and then felt something
unexpected.
The crinkling the material made as his fingers encountered
it, tucked into the top of the hose, and its shape brought an even wider smile
to his face. Simone purred with lust as
she felt Mr. Dawes retrieve the “prize” she’d tucked into her nylons for him.
“So, Mr. Dawes, how can I be useful to you? What sort of ‘personal services’ would you
like me to provide you?” Simone smiled at Mr. Dawes and did so with a wicked
gleam in her eyes.
Mr. Dawes sat back in his chair as he brought her prize up
before him. The condom packet was quite
the shiny thing as he played it back and forth in his fingers.
“How should I make use of you?” he asked her with an equally
wicked gleam in his eyes. “What sort of
‘personal services’ do I want from you?
To be brutally frank, I do not want to make ‘use’ of you at all. And nor do I want any ‘services’ from you
either.” He said, calmly.
Before Simone could draw back, Mr. Dawes continued.
“Instead, I would rather make love to the beautiful woman
who clearly wants me to bend her over my desk and put to good use this condom
she just gave me.” He concluded warmly.
Simone felt a blush warming her face as she also felt her
nipples harden at the import of what Mr. Dawes had just said. The man truly did know how to treat a woman.
“First however, my beautiful dear girl I need you here in my
lap so that I can kiss you properly” Mr. Dawes said lustfully as he reached out
and drew the very happy and very willing personal assistant into his lap and
into his embrace. An embrace Simone
melted into even deeper as Mr. Dawes began kissing her as only a man can kiss a
woman.
Simone truly loved her job as a personal assistant at
Wilkins, Cortez, Simpson and Dawes. She
loved it even if it had taken her so long to awaken to her proper role there.
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