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The following story is a work of fiction. It contains sexual themes and descriptions. It includes Transgender themes and depictions of Bondage, Domination and Submission. It is meant purely for entertainment and no endorsement or condemnation of the subjects is implied or intended. IF YOU ARE BOTHERED, REPULSED OR OTHERWISE OFFENDED BY THIS SUBJECT MATTER DO NOT READ THIS STORY. The Boss A short story By: Bootlover I had been out of college for two years. Since graduating I had spent most of my time bouncing around the country having fun. I had worked as a carpenter for a while, then as a ski lift operator in Aspen, then as a pro shop attendant at Doral. After two years I was tired of being poor and decided that I had to find a real job. As fun as living free and on my own had been I wanted more out of life than a bunch of worn clothes and an '86 Jeep Wrangler. So that's why on a clear spring day I headed north and stopped off when I felt it was right and started to look for a real job. After a few hard weeks of interviewing and explaining over and over that I was through with that phase of my life I scored a great job at a bank. It was in the Marketing Department, which was great since I had a degree in Marketing. On my first day at the job one thing jumped out at me right away, there were lots of babes working in the Marketing Department! Most of them were young, in their mid twenties like me. Even better there were few other guys in the Department. Even better still most of these women looked very pretty and a few were downright sexy. This might be better than Aspen I thought to myself. My boss was a woman named Karen who was probably about 29 or so. Nothing about her was extraordinary, but when you looked at the total package she looked pretty nice. Like all the other women in the department she dressed very nicely, usually in a suit, with high heels and nice makeup. In short, very professional but still very feminine. After two weeks I was getting assimilated to my new role, to having to wear a tie every day and report on time and all those things. And then things changed. On the Monday of my third week there was a buzz in the office from the moment I arrived in the morning. Women were chatting less and moving around much more briskly. I asked Diane, who sat in the cube next to me what was going on. "Don't you know?" she said, "Ms. Clarke, the Senior Vice President in charge of the department is back." "Huh," I said dully, "I thought Karen ran the department." "Heck no!" she almost laughed. There are about five "Karens" who report to Ms. Clarke. Throughout the day I learned a little more about Ms. Clarke through listening in on the casual coffee room conversations. She was tough to work for, although fair, everyone said. She was the one who set the standard for dress and appearance in the Department, in the Bank for that matter. And her office was at the other side of the building, quite a ways away from my cubicle thank goodness. I hoped I would not have to deal with Ms. Clarke much, let Karen handle that. Life pretty much returned to normal during the course of the week. On Thursday morning I arrived at work and stepped into the open elevator. There, was one of the most stunning women I had ever seen. I would guess she was in her mid to late 30's. She had a beautiful face, perfectly made up ? not too much, just enough to highlight and enhance all of her features. Her blond hair was done up in a very professional looking way on the back of her head. She was tall, at least 5' 9" and had a body, that while fully covered with an expensive suit, showed that it was very nice. Beneath her skirt were two well-toned legs perched atop a pair of 4" heels. As I walked in I pulled myself up to my full height of 6'0". I think we were seeing eye to eye at that point. I turned, reluctantly to press the button for my floor and to my surprise saw that it was already lit. Could this be? As the doors closed I realized it was only the two of us in the elevator. "Do you work in the Marketing Department?" asked a firm female voice emanating from this beautiful woman. I turned and answered her. "Yes I do. I just started a few weeks ago. My name is Jeff." I extended my hand and was rewarded with a strong handshake from a surprisingly soft hand. "Well welcome to my department, Jeff. I'm Ms. Clarke." "Thank you. I'm happy to be here." "Good, I'm sure you'll enjoy it. By the way, I'm sure you're just starting out, getting an apartment and all the things you'll need, but after you've gotten a few paychecks let's she what we can do about a more business like appearance, shall we?" The elevator pinged and the doors opened as I looked down at my wrinkled khakis, tan shirt and out of date and out of style tie. "Yes Ma'am" I said as she breezed out of the elevator and turned toward her office. A succession of voices greeted her with "Good Morning Ms. Clarke" as she proceeded. I went along to my cube and settled in to work. The following Monday was when things began to change. From that point onward small things kept happening that made me look bad. A piece of copy for an ad that I had put in my desk before delivery was missing. Karen was upset. Photos for the new posters for the branches were suddenly scratched or torn while in my possession. With each additional incident Karen got more pissed at me. Clearly I wasn't on her good side. I tried to explain that I couldn't understand how these things were happening. I remember distinctly placing the ad copy in my desk. I know I was careful with the photos. If I didn't know better I would think I was jinxed or that gremlins were at work. One morning Karen stopped by my cube and stuck her head in. "Ms. Clarke needs some extra help on a project and asked for you. Head down to her office as soon as you finish whatever you've got there." Great! It couldn't hurt to work for the big boss. Do a good job and it gets you a leg up. Besides it meant getting to see a little more of the lovely Ms. Clarke. I finished about 20 minutes later and stopped by Karen's office to tell her I was headed to Ms. Clarke's. She just nodded and off I went. I walked down the hall and as I rounded the corner I was confronted with a rather imposing sight. There was a large wooden door, with a pillar on either side. To one side, like a sentry station was a desk and, I assumed, Ms. Clarke's assistant. "Hi, I'm Jeff" I said "Karen told me to report to Ms. Clarke to help her on a project." Hello Jeff, I'm Anna" this woman said and she stood behind her desk and extended her hand. This woman was gorgeous. I mean drop dead, sell your mother gorgeous. Looking at her nameplate I noticed her last name was Lindstrom. She certainly was the classic Scandinavian beauty. Tall, easily equal to my six feet, long, blonde hair that was very straight and reached to the middle of her back, blue, just perfectly blue, eyes and fair, smooth skin. Her lips were full, looked very soft and wore a pale shade of lipstick. And what a body. Her fitted blouse did nothing to hide a pair of very large, very well shaped boobs. Even the nipples were noticeable under the thin fabric. A slim waist and nice hips, not too wide, not too narrow, just enough of the feminine curve to please the eye. The rest was hidden behind her desk. I took her extended hand and received a handshake every bit as firm, if not more so, than Ms. Clarke's. I noticed the almost inch long, shiny red nails on her long fingers and figured she didn't do much typing. I would give my left nut for a night in the rack with this babe. She could put most Playboy centerfolds or strip club stars to shame. Suddenly the door flew open. "Anna, is that b? oh there you are. Come in." she said and spun on her heel and went back into her office. I walked into her office and was immediately struck by the thought that it was wrong for her. The walls were painted a dark green and covered with bookshelves made of a dark wood. The carpet was a deep blue and the chairs in from of her desk and the couch against one wall were all oxblood leather. I was struck by the thought that either she hadn't had time to alter the d?cor because she had recently moved into this office or else I should find animal heads and stuffed fish on the walls and smoking jackets in the closets. Ms. Clarke strode over to her desk and motioned me to one of the chairs. I sat and was rewarded with a terrific view of her legs as she perched on the edge of her desk next to the Noreen C. Clarke, Senior Vice President name plate. Her skirt rode up her thigh a bit and allowed me a bit of a crotch shot though not all the way to her panties. I quickly brought my eyes up to hers as she began to explain what the project was that I was to work on. She had dark eyes, almost green but maybe it was the walls that made me think that. She was clearly pretty with just a few signs of crow's feet at the corners of her eyes, maybe a few wrinkles near her mouth. She was talking about marketing survey results and how we need to analyze them as my eyes drifted down to her chest. Yep, she had a pretty nice set of boobs there, looking perky enough under her blouse. "You getting this" Ms Clarke snapped and I quickly met her gaze. "Yes. I can handle all that. I took statistics and marketing analysis in college. And my computer skills are quite good." I said confidently. "Ok, we'll see," she said "And just as you have your eyes on me I have my eye on you! Anna will set you up in a cube and make sure you have access to the database passwords. Off you go." And with a wave of the back of her hand dismissed me. I wasn't quite sure how to take that statement about her having her eye on me. Had she heard about my problems and was therefore watching me closely or was she coming on to me? I was hoping it was the latter but more than a little concerned it was the former. On the way out I checked out her college diploma. After some quick math I figured Ms. Clarke was about 45 or 46! Wow she looked awesome for a woman in her forties. I'd sleep with her in a minute. I opened the door and walked out. Anna stood as I exited and came over to me. She was my height for sure and she wasn't wearing any heels, just a pair of flat patent leather loafers. She was wearing a very nice perfume that gently washed over me as she stood next to me. "Let's get you comfortable, shall we?" she smiled as she placed her hand on my back and guided me to a cube just around the corner from her desk. In the cube was a PC and the usual desktop setup and a few folders. "Here are the folders with some of the data," Anna said in her very soothing tone as she gestured with those long nailed hands. "Inside the top folder is a slip of paper with your database password. You log on like this," she instructed as she leaned over and tapped the F9 key. A log on box appeared on the screen asking for name and password. I watched out of the corner of my eye and directed most of my attention to her fabulous ass, clearly outlined under her skirt, which was stretched tight over the round glutes. Her legs were long and if I had to pick a word to describe them I would use powerful. There was clear muscle definition around the calves and the thighs. As she straightened up she turned to face me and said "Good luck" and then with a little pat on my ass she walked back to her desk. "I'm right over here if you need me sweetie." She said playfully. "Sweetie"? A pat on the ass? Hey, maybe I could threaten her with a sexual harassment suit if she wouldn't sleep with me I chuckled to myself. I opened the top folder and found a post it note inside the cover with the following: PASSWORD = AMAZON. Hmmmm! Funny choice for a password I thought as I logged in. "LOGON REJECTED" was flashing in front of me. I tried again, same result. I tried my full name, tried my first initial and last name, always the same result. After trying about twenty times I stood up and walked over to Anna. "Problems? So soon?" she teased. "I can't logon," I said. " Are you using your first name and last initial?" "Oh" I said meekly, "Thanks" "Next time pay more attention to what I'm doing," she said with a surprising sharpness in her voice. Had she noticed me checking out her ass? I spent the rest of the setting up the data for analysis with out incident and about 5:15 Anna said goodnight as she walked past my cube. Ms. Clarke followed about ten minutes later without a word. I packed up and left ten minutes after that. Next morning I arrived early and was in the cube before Anna or Ms. Clarke arrived. Never hurts to impress the boss I thought. Anna showed up around 9. She stopped into my cube and gave me a cheery "Good Morning". "How's it going," she asked as she leaned over to look at my screen. As she did I felt one of her big breasts on my shoulder. It felt very nice and I had all I could do to keep from turning my head to nuzzle it. She shifted her weight a bit and seemed to rub her breast into my shoulder even more. She then pointed at a couple of points on a graph on the screen and tapped it with the long red nail of her index finger. Her hair fell off her shoulders against my cheek and onto my chest. Her perfume, freshly applied was all around me. If this kept up Mr. Happy would be ripping through my boxers in no time! "Oh, sorry" she exclaimed as she reached down to pull her hair back. She actually ran her hand over my chest as she collected the strands, and it seemed to me she actually sought out the nipple and flicked it with her nail! As she straightened up and flipped her hair behind her she naturally thrust out her breasts and they strained against the silky fabric of her blouse. The nipple of her right tit was clearly aroused and poking out. "Do you work out?" she asked. "When I can" I replied. I haven't had time to join a gym since I arrived here." In reality an old Soloflex machine that I had picked up at yard sale near Miami was one of my few possessions and I used it pretty regularly. I was flattered that she had noticed, but then she had gotten a pretty good feel. "We'll have to work out together sometime" she giggled as she headed to her desk. Mr. Happy was at full extension thinking about watching that body in tight spandex, sweating and pumping some iron. Ms. Clarke was in meetings for most of the day I heard Anna say each time she answered the phone and I hadn't seen the boss all day. Around 5:30 I noticed that Anna hadn't left yet and I wanted to continue whatever good impression I might be making so I kept working. About a minute later Ms. Clarke came flying around the corner. "You" she pointed at me, "into my office. You, too, Anna." A little disconcerted I jumped up and followed Anna into the boss's office. Ms. Clarke slammed the door behind us. "Sit down you" she snarled and pointed for me to sit on the couch. The couch was actually lower than I thought a normal chair would be and I felt like a kid sitting on a grade school chair looking up at the teacher after having been caught passing a note in class. Ms. Clarke was standing, glaring at me with her arms crossed and one leg thrust out to the side. "Just what the fuck do you think you're doing here?" she barked. I was dumbstruck. "Excuse me?" "Well first I get a few reports from Karen that you're a screw up. Then she tells me that several women have complained that you are making inappropriate comments and physical contact with them. Then I move you down here where I can keep an eye on you and Anna tells me you are oogling and touching her and making suggestive comments. And not five minutes ago I hear that you've possibly fucked up the database to the point that it will take a month to get it back in usable shape." I was in shock. I looked at Anna and she looked as pissed as her boss. She, too, had her arms crossed and a foot thrust out to the side. They looked like a pair of bookends standing side by side like that. "And didn't I tell you to get some decent clothes?" "Uh," gulp, "Uh, Ms. Clarke I really don't think that this is correct." "You what?" she roared. "Let me tell you the facts here buddy boy. If I choose to I could fuck your career for a long, long time. With poor work output and complaints of sexual harassment from four or five women I could see to it that your next job would include the phrase "Would you like Fries with that?, so if I were you I'd shut up and listen." I shut up. "Since you seem to have so little understanding of what it is to be a woman I think you should get some first hand experience." "What?" I nearly jumped out of my seat. Anna stepped forward and glared down at me. She actually looked menacing. "Here's the deal little man. If you do as I and Anna instruct you, if you don't fuck up, I'll bury the complaints from the other women and Anna will never file hers. No messy dismissal. No black mark on your record at the start of your career. I might even give you a glowing recommendation for your next job." She smirked and I thought I caught Anna smirking too. "What do I have to do?" I asked. Ms. Clarke and Anna looked at each other and exchanged a glance that seemed to say "Got him!". "Stand up and strip down to your underwear." Ms Clarke commanded. I didn't think it would be too bad to be getting naked with two beautiful women so I slowly stood and began to undress. As I finished removing my pants and straightened up I noticed that both Anna and Ms. Clarke were staring at my crotch. I looked down and saw a telltale sign of precum wetting a spot on the front of my boxers. "Geez, the horny bastard can't keep his underwear clean and dry. Guess we'll have to fix that" she laughed as she headed to her desk and opened the drawer. She removed a pair of pink, lace panties from the desk and a small package. "I think you better change your undies" she laughed "and here's how well keep these clean and dry." She opened the package and withdrew a panty liner, which she stuck inside the panties. "Put them on now" she barked and tossed them too me. I thought about how this was a trumped up charge, about how I could try to fight it and then I thought about what might happen if I lost the fight. I also thought about what might happen if I played along. Maybe I'd get to have some fun with these two hot babes! I bent and removed my boxers and replaced them with the lacy pink panties. They actually felt pretty sexy against my skin and my hard cock tented the front of the material. A flash of light momentarily blinded me. There stood Anna with a camera recording my plight. "Hey" I yelled. "Just a little insurance that you'll behave," Anna laughed. She took a few more pics and then whispered in Ms. Clarke's ear "Now can I?" "Sure" came the reply. Anna had a huge grin on her face as she began removing her blouse. I was entranced as I looked at her body. She had a very good set of biceps and her forearms had very defined veins. Her boobs were certainly real, but there was muscle behind them pushing them out. Her stomach was a washboard! Anna dropped her skirt and stepped out revealing a garter belt and stockings that covered two very strong thighs. "How about we have a little work out now?" "You bet" I replied eagerly. Anna beckoned to me with a long finger and assumed a wrestler's stance. Cool, this babe wanted to wrestle. Yee Haa! I moved forward and Anna quickly grabbed my wrist and neck and flipped me to the floor. Like a cat she was quickly on top of me! How could she be doing this to me? She grabbed both my wrists and pinned them above my head. Her big tits were a few tantalizing inches from my face. So close and yet so far. I could smell her perfume, but then it became hard to breathe. She was squeezing me with her thighs. "Okay bitch, playtime's over." I said as I tried to buck her off. Unfortunately all my fight did was allow her to wrap her legs completely around me and lock her ankles behind me. I couldn't break her grip on my wrists and I was losing air with each breath as her legs tightened. I figured if I'm going to lose I might as well get something out of it so I let my head fall forward into her cleavage. MMMMMMMM joy! What fabulous, firm tits. Anna went nuts. "You bastard, get away from my breasts!" she shrieked. She flipped me onto my back and in one motion planted her ass firmly onto my face. I couldn't breathe as her firm cheeks smothered me. Her panties were right on my nose and mouth and if I could have forced my tongue out between my teeth I could have been licking her crotch. Unfortunately for me, she was pinning my head forcefully to the ground and I was not able to breathe. Soon enough I blacked out. When I awoke it took a minute to get my senses back. How long I had been out I don't know but it had been long enough for these two bitches to dress me. In addition to the lace panties I had on before my wrestling match with Anna they had added a garter belt which held up a pair of black stockings, a pair of very high heeled pumps that were locked onto my feet via the ankle strap and to top it all off a blue satin corset. The corset was pulled tight and actually hurt where Anna had crushed me between her thighs. I was sitting in one of the big leather armchairs in front of Ms. Clarke's desk, though it was turned around to face the room. My arms were bound at the wrist behind the chair, I wasn't going anywhere soon, I knew that. As I raised my head and looked up I saw Anna standing in front of me and the sight at once sent tingles of erotic excitement and shivers of fear through me. Anna was standing in pair of black leather, thigh high, spike heel platform boots. The leather shone in the dim light and I knew it had to be kid. The heels were at least 7" and the platforms 2". Anna was now a towering 6' 4". Her thighs were so muscular (I don't know if they were pumped because of our wrestling match or not) that the tops of her boots were stretched tight against her thigh. She had on a black leather corset that molded her already awesome figure into even more curves. Her big boobs threatened to spill out of the demi cups at any moment and the cut of the corset accentuated her nice hips. Her hands and arms were covered in long black leather gloves that reached to her shoulders. These too, clearly showed the muscles underneath. Her hands were balled in fists that rested on her hips as she stared down at me. All her hair was tucked up under a black leather hat that looked like a Nazi officer's cap. She had applied a substantial amount of make up, not garishly so, but with dramatic effect. A long, lit cigar extended from her glistening red lips. The final piece of her wardrobe was the most chilling to me. Pointing right at me from between her thighs was a huge, thick black rubber dildo complete with enlarged head and prominent veins along it's length. Uh oh! "The bitch is awake!" Anna hollered over her shoulder. I heard the door to Ms. Clarke's private bathroom open. Ms. Clarke stepped out of the door and the only way I can describe her is glamorous. She looked like a Hollywood movie star. Her hair was done up on top of her head and she had dangling diamond earrings on each ear. She wore a long gold evening gown with thin straps over her shoulders, a deep plunge showing the cleavage between her ample breasts and slits up both sides revealing her long legs as she walked. On her feet were a pair on stiletto heeled gold sandals. She walked over to Anna and put her arm around her corseted waist. She leaned her head to the side so that it just rested against Anna's left breast. "She's looking better, but I think she needs some more work before the night's over." She giggled a little and reached over to stroke Anna's big "cock". Ms. Clarke walked toward me. She raised her foot and put the heel right on my thigh where it dug right in. She leaned forward, right in my face, giving me a terrific shot of her cleavage. She grabbed my chin in her hand and jerked my face up to look at her. "You will do everything that Anna instructs you to do. We have enough pictures of you already to mess a lot of things up for you. We own you. If you do well you will have a good job and a nice life. I'm headed to the symphony. I'll be back later to check on your progress. Ta ta dears, you two play nice together." She released my face from her grip, removed her stiletto from my thigh, spun on her other heel and with a wave of her hand walked out the door. Anna moved toward me, a sneer on her face as she clenched the cigar between her teeth. "You're lucky bitch. Noreen won't let me mark you, yet. If you piss her off or don't behave she'll hand you over to me to do with as I wish. And I can be very creative, even down right nasty!" she laughed an almost evil laugh as she spoke those words to me. "For now she wants me to get you ready for your new job." She walked behind me and I heard a rustling of material. As she returned to my view I saw that she had a black satin maids outfit with lots of ruffles underneath it. "Ms. Clarke is a very busy woman," she began. "I help her as much as I can and I take care of many personal things for her. However, lately we have felt that things have gotten so crazy that we need a little more help. Noreen has decided that a maid to help around the house is the solution. As she told you, if you obey and do a good job you will be well taken care of. If you fail, if you talk back, if you cause any trouble we will punish you and eventually you will be sent away, with nothing but the knowledge of how we can ruin your life." I didn't want to believe it but I was gradually realizing that my options were limited. If I could escape my present predicament I was wearing women's clothes, did not have my keys or wallet and everyone outside the office door would know it was me. If I even got away without anyone finding out it was me, and if I managed to get back to may apartment and IF I managed to get inside, then what? No job reference and the possibility of blackmail or humiliation at anytime in the future. Anna was watching me. "I see you are thinking through your options," she sneered. "And I can see you know they are limited. And we are just vindictive enough that if you did get away from us we would find you and make your life hell. Now, here's the deal. I am going to take you to Ms. Clarke's house. There I will begin your training. If you give me any trouble I'll have no reservations about putting you through a mighty painful experience." She walked over to the closet and removed a full-length leather coat. When she put it on I saw that it was hard to notice the other leather she was wearing. One merely noticed the quality and amount of leather that the coat was made of. Of course her boots still were visible below but one's eyes tended to be drawn to her face. That beautiful face, under the leather cap and surrounded by the leather collar became the only thing that your eyes could see that wasn't black. Anna walked behind me producing a pair of handcuffs from her pocket. I felt, and heard, her snap them around my wrists. Then the rope that bound my wrists was released and I found that I could move my arms a bit. Grabbing me firmly under my shoulders, Anna began to lift me and I stood up out of the chair. My arms were stretched to the breaking point until they cleared the back of the chair whereupon they snapped against my ass with a slap. I was a bit unsteady on the 5" heels but the sensation of standing on them was wonderful. Despite my predicament my cock regained some of it's firmness. Anna stood before me, she was a full two inches or more taller than me and a totally imposing figure to behold. Anna released one of the cuffs, raised my hands over my head and slipped my arms into the sleeves of the maid's dress. With a rustling sound the dress fell onto my body. Anna pulled my hands behind me and recuffed them together. Then I heard and felt a zipper being puled up my back and the satin material tightened around me. The white ruffles puffed out all around me, just barely covering my butt and balls and exposing the tops of my stockings. "Come along maidy-poo" Anna teased and she began to walk toward the bathroom. It was hard for me to follow her long strides. I had a hard time keeping up on these high heels and I was in danger of losing my balance at any minute. Instead of entering the bathroom however, Anna opened another door that was built into the wall. Behind it was a small elevator. Perhaps three people could fit in the elevator; it was quite crowded with just us two. Anna pushed a button and the elevator began to descend. When it stopped the door opened and I noticed we were in the garage below the building. In the first space next to the elevator door was a black BMW with tinted windows. Anna opened the back door and pushed me inside. I went in head first, falling onto the floor. Anna slammed the door closed, got into the driver's seat and then locked the doors and started the engine. She raced out of the parking space, around corners with tires screeching and out the back of the garage. I heard several horns honking as we tore into the street and she accelerated away. My body was bounced around in the back seat and I thought I might have a rug burn on my face from the way I hit the floor several times! Eventually we came onto the highway and the ride smoothed out, although Anna increased the speed even more. I was able to work my way into a sitting position on the seat. Through the tinted glass I could see that it was night out. We drove for a while and then Anna turned off the highway. From the exit sign I saw we were in the richest suburb in town. Anna drove much more conservatively now, winding through tree covered streets with houses set so far back that you could not see them. We turned a corner and I saw a large iron gate. Pressing what looked like a garage door opener on the visor activated the gate and we passed through. The driveway must have been a quarter mile long and we turned off it and then into the garage before I could see the front of the house. At Home with the Boss I was stiff and a bit sore when the car stopped and Anna opened the door. Between the bouncing ride and the fact that my arms had been tied or cuffed behind me for quite some time I was feeling a bit wrung out. As I stepped out of the car I forgot that I was wearing 5" spike heels and I nearly feel face first to the cement floor. I would have, if Anna had not caught me by the shoulder as I toppled forward. How could she be so strong? My feet had become so accustomed to the heels that I forgot that they were there. "Stand here, don't move" Anna said. It was dark in what was obviously a garage and I could only hear the sharp sound of Anna's boot heels on the concrete floor. I heard a jingling sound and the garage was flooded with light as Anna threw a switch. Ms. Clarke clearly had a substantial amount of wealth. The garage held four cars, including the BMW and had room for two more. I could see a bright red Ferrari, a Porsche Boxster and a handsome grey Rolls Royce. I turned as I heard the boot heels approaching me to find Anna holding a black leather dog collar and a chain leash. With a wicked smile she put the collar around my neck and locked it there with a small padlock. She tugged on the leash and I obediently followed her toward a door in the center of the far wall. Through the door was a short hallway with several doors on one side and another at the end. One of the side doors lead out into a yard and I could see a fairly large expanse of lawn as I walked past it. As we came to the end of the corridor Anna opened the last door on the right and flipped a light on. It was a stairway to the basement. I must say that negotiating my way down those stairs, as Anna seemed to glide down quickly and with ease took all of my concentration. As we reached the cement floor I Iooked around. The walls were made of stone so I assumed that the foundation was quite old and the cement floor was added later. The floor joists overhead were actually thick, rough hewn, wooden beams. Off to one side of the stairs, back toward the garage was a wine cellar. I could see a several racks filled with wine bottles through an arched door. The wine cellar looked newer than where we were now standing. Anna tugged my collar again and began to lead me to the left toward a wooden door. The door was consistent with the beams, heavy, rough and held together by wrought iron hinges that creaked appropriately as Anna pulled the door open. Anna pushed me inside and came in right behind me. I could feel her leather covered breasts pressing against the back of my neck. I heard a snap and then the area was bathed in light. "Welcome to my playroom" she laughed roughly in my ear. To the unsuspecting or the unprepared it looked like a very modern exercise room with shining stainless steel and black leather everywhere. I, however could see that around the "playroom" were various devices with which restrain a subject. There was a gleaming steel "X" against the far wall with leather cuffs for ankles and wrists, a stainless table with eye bolts and holes which could be used to tie a person in a variety of ways, a "horse", several poles from floor to ceiling, bars suspended from the heavy beams and even some bolts in the beams and the floor. Finally my gaze fell on a freestanding stainless steel tower of some sort, but I could not figure out what it was. Anna saw me looking and walked over to it, she turned and with a small laugh removed her coat and hung it on the tower. I had actually laughed out loud. Amazing how even a coat rack could appear threatening in this environment! Having removed her coat Anna's full power and beauty was again revealed. Her thighs had not gotten any smaller and I now knew that she was not "pumped" when I saw her back in the office. She was indeed quite muscular. The big, black strapon dildo still protruded ominously from between her legs and I was certain that I did not want to be the subject of it's attention! As she strode toward me the cock moved from side to side with her hips and bounced slightly with each step. She stopped right in front of me, that dangerous cock and inch or two from my belly and her boobs almost the same distance from my throat. Looking directly into my eyes she said "Well Jeff, hmm we'll need to get you a new name, for now I'll call you Lassie. I like that" she giggled in a surprisingly girlish way " Lassie fits well since you are becoming both a girl and a puppy at the same time!" She walked past me and I turned to watch her. She opened a door which swung out wide until it was flush against the wall. Hanging from the inside of the door were and assortment of whips, clamps, clips, cuffs, bars, crops, ropes and gags. An impressive collection to say the least. "I call this my toy chest" Anna seemed to whisper, as if she too were in awe of her collection. "I have most every toy I like in here. I enjoy playing with them all." She selected two items from the door and returned to face me. She reached up and forced a large ball gag into my mouth. As she did so I noticed a riding crop dangling from her wrist. She buckled the gag into place. "Now Lassie you're not going to give me any trouble are you?" she said as she lightly tapped the crop in the leather palm of her hand. "un uh" I grunted through the gag as I shook my head vigorously from side to side. Anna smiled what seemed to be a knowing smile and then reached behind her with her booted foot and slammed the door to the playroom shut. She turned a key, locking the door and then playfully slid the key between her boobs and away in a hiding place of leather and flesh. "OK Lassie, time for Obedience School!" My only thought was uh oh! Anna unlocked my cuffs but I didn't dare move my arms, partly because they were cramped and I figured they would hurt and partly, mostly, because I didn't know what she might do if I did. "Ah, good puppy" she cooed, "I am pleased you did not move from your position. That's a very good start." For some reason I felt a rush of pleasure at the thought of having done the right thing and pleased her. I even smiled as much as the gag would allow. "Now reach up and unzip your dress." The pain in my cramped muscles was quite intense as I struggled to find the zipper pull behind me. "It's a rather small zipper, here let me help you." I felt her strong, leather covered hands grab my wrists and force them up higher and closer together. Again I was amazed at their strength and I wanted to cry out but my fingers found the pull and began to pull it back down. The pain eased as the zipper reached the bottom. "Remove your dress and hang it up nicely in the closet" she said, indicating the open door. "And remove your heels and stockings in there too." I hurried to comply, placing the dress on a hanger next to a number of similar dresses and other frilly things. I removed my heels and my calf muscles cried out in pain as my feet flattened on the cold floor. I clumsily unclipped my hose and slid them off my legs. Anna was posed in the doorway, leaning against the doorjamb, one arm resting against the frame and one boot crossed over the other at the ankle. "Now the corset and the panties" she instructed. My arms again ached as I struggled to find the ends to the laces that held my corset tight. I pulled them and felt the satin release it's constricting hold on my torso. I slid the corset over my head and placed it carefully on a shelf next to the hose. With a little hesitation I removed the lacy panties and placed them on the shelf too. The leash hung from the dog collar around my neck and tickled my now exposed flesh as it brushed my hip and thigh. Anna looked me up and down. "What are we going to do with you?" she asked. She crooked her finger and I followed her as she walked to the farthest corner of the Playroom. There was a stainless grate on the floor and she motioned me to stand on it, which I did. From out of the beams Anna pulled a hose and began to spray me with a warm, thick liquid. The gel covered all of my body, from my neck to my feet, every single piece. Anna had even sprayed it between my ass cheeks, increasing the force of the stream so that it worked it's way into every crevice. It felt as though the gel was hardening on me like a plastic but it still looked the same to me. After a few minutes I felt my skin tingling and tiny prickling sensations everywhere. And then I felt warm water being sprayed on me. Anna was using a different hose to wash the gel off of me. "In addition to a very strong antibacterial, that gel includes lots of skin softeners and a little something extra." The something extra was readily apparent as I noticed that I had no hair left as the gel washed away. Even my pubic hair fell away in large clumps. Soon I was completed rinsed, and completely devoid of hair. Warm jets of air came from above me and quickly dried the water from my skin. Anna beckoned me to her and then had me turn around so she could inspect her work. "Ah, soft as a baby's bottom" she teased as she rubbed her gloved palm on my ass cheeks. The sensation of the leather on my skin was tremendous. I became hard as she stroked my ass. "Oh now, now Lassie. I don't think that is the appropriate way for you to behave." She spanked my ass hard on each cheek. The blows were firm and caused my ass to sting. Unfortunately, her smacks did nothing to reduce my hard on, in fact I think they even encouraged it a little. Anna grabbed the leash and pulled me roughly toward the center of the room. She pulled my wrists up and put them into two leather cuffs that hung form the beam. She walked over to the closet and came back with another set of cuffs and a bar. Strapping the cuffs onto my ankles and clipping them to the bar she spread my legs and put me in a very exposed position. "Now Lassie, here begins your first lesson." She rubbed her hands all over my body in a sensuous dance of leather on skin. She leaned in to me and rubbed her full boson on my chest, my shoulders, and my back. This was torture of a most exquisite kind. My skin was alive with the sensation of her warmth through the animal skin and the touch of her. My cock felt painfully erect. To be continued