For too long, corporate hotshot Andrew Boden treated the women of the office like sex objects. Now his secretary is out to settle the score as she slowly feminizes him and traps him in an inescapable web of femininity and humiliation. Little by little, Andrew loses his power, his freedom, and his masculinity, and everyone at the office is noticing.By Ann Michelle
Size: 41,000 words
Contents: Female Domination, Power Exchange, Forced Feminization, Humiliation, Sexual Punishment, Stuck, Office Situations, Maids/Costumes, High Heels, Nails, Hormones
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Andrew noticed immediately that locks had been added both to his bedroom and to the small second bedroom which he used for storage – being only eight foot by six foot, it wasn’t good for much else. When Katherine unlocked his bedroom door, Andrew’s jaw dropped. His bed and furniture had been removed and in its place was all new furniture. Moreover, the closet was brimming with feminine clothes.
“What’s this?!”
“This is my new bedroom,” Katherine said.
“We’re sharing a bedroom?”
She laughed. “Hardly. This is my new bedroom.”
“Where am I supposed to sleep?”
“I’m glad you asked.” She closed the door and locked it. Then she walked over to the second bedroom and unlocked the door.
“You can’t be serious?” Andrew gasped.
“Of course I am. This is your new bedroom.”
Andrew looked around. The room was tiny and had been redone entirely in pink. The walls were pink and there were mirrors on each wall. There were frilly pink curtains over the small window. The sheets on the tiny bed were pink. There was even a pink chair at a white vanity table and a pink chest of drawers.
“I find pink soothing, I think you’ll agree.”
Andrew looked at the door and realize that the lock worked from the outside only, meaning Katherine could lock him into the room. Then he opened the closet and discovered an even greater horror. All of his clothes were gone and in their place were women’s clothes, lots of them! And hanging on the inside of the closet door was a shoetree which contained a variety of high-heeled shoes.
“What’s this?” he asked, though he knew what the answer would be.
“That’s your new wardrobe,” she said with a laugh. “You’re going to love it!”
“These are my new clothes?” he asked incredibly.
“Yep. I’ll be telling you what to wear from now on, both here and at work.”
“But these are women’s clothes?!”
“How observant.” She walked over to the closet and pulled out a maid’s uniform and some basic black pumps.
“Look, this is going too far!” he protested.
“Not if you want to avoid prison it isn’t,” she said calmly. She set down the uniform on the bed, dropped the pumps to the floor, and went to the drawers, from which she pulled out red satin panties and a pair of stocking. “Put these on.” She moved to the door and turned to watch him.
Andrew was at a loss for words.
“Now! Or you can leave. But before you decide to leave, don’t forget you have no home, no car, no money, no credit cards, and you’ll be wanted by the police if you walk out that door.” She picked up the uniform and held it to her body. “It that or this.”
“Can’t we work something out?” he pleaded.
“What was it you told me when you tried to fire me? ‘Sorry, it’s not in the cards.’ Now get dressed or get out.” She set down the uniform and returned to the door. “And let me caution you, Andrew. Right now, I have no plans to get you fired at work. I will soften your edges, but that’s all I plan to do to teach you a few lessons about humility. But, if you resist and you start disobeying me, I will push you further and further until you’re just a simpering sissy! And if you get fired in the process, it’ll be your own fault. Got it?!”
Andrew felt genuine terror at that moment. Not only did he believe her threat, but he feared she had the power to make it happen. Indeed, his only alternative to doing exactly what she wanted was to run. But without money or transportation, he wouldn’t get very far. Also, no matter how humiliating it was what she was doing to him, he knew this was still better than the alternative. Sure, he told himself, he might have to wear a couple dresses to satisfy her sick turn-on, but that was better than being turned into a prison sex toy. Wasn’t it?
Katherine saw all of this in his face as it flashed through a dozen expressions and ultimately ended on hopeless resignation. She smiled. She really was in control and she didn’t intend to let this opportunity slip away. “Got it, Andrew?” she repeated.
Andrew hung his head. “Yes, ma’am.” He picked up the maid’s dress. It was satin. He set it down again. Slowly, he pulled off his jacket and his tie, then his shirt and his pants. He hesitated when it came to his underwear.
“Don’t be shy, Andrew. You’ve shown it to all the other secretaries at one time or another, you might as well show it to me.”
He took a deep breath and pulled down his underwear exposing his penis, which had become erect. It wasn’t a super huge penis, but it was larger than average. He tried to cover it with his hands, but to no avail.
Katherine giggled at his erection. “See, it’s not all bad. You’re clearly enjoying this!” she said with a laugh. Then she showed him how to roll up the stockings and pull them up his legs. With his red toenails and his lack of hair, his legs already looked quite feminine. The stockings added the finishing touch. Next he pulled up the panties. Then Katherine stepped behind him and wrapped a white corset tightly around his torso. She yanked it as hard as she could and tied it off behind his back. It was so tight he could barely breathe. “This will give you a sexy shape,” she said. “You’re going to wear this from now on.”
Andrew slipped the dress over his head. It fit perfectly, but only because the corset removed several inches from his torso and gave him an hourglass figure. Then he stepped into the heels. They had an open toe, which allowed his red toenails to show through.
Katherine tied the maid’s apron around his waist and stepped back to admire her new servant. Except for his mannish hair, he looked quite feminine. He would never pass as a woman, but he was feminine enough to fool anyone who only gave him a passing glance. Adding makeup would help, though she wasn’t interesting in adding makeup today. She had other things to work on first. The biggest issue was the masculine ways he held his body. Changing that would take time and practice, but she was in no hurry.
“Follow me,” Katherine ordered.
