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Making the Boss a Bitch By Trish Katrina had been working for Flights of Fantasy for about three months and really enjoyed her work. To every one there, she was simply Katie Burke, the boss's secretary and liked it that way. It was not so much that she was trying to hide her aristocratic background because she was not, but she did conveniently fail to mention that her full title and name was Lady Katrina Evington-Burke. Katie did not really like all the fuss that happened when her full name was used. The boss was a laid back friendly bloke called Dave, who undoubtedly brilliant was also incredibly scatter brained. More at home at his easel working on a new design than a balance sheet, the actual running of the company was left almost entirely in Katie and his Company Secretary's hands. Katie liked the responsibility more than the money. Although she was very well paid the actual amount of money in comparison to her inherited assets was negligible, little more than pocket money. The business worked on a principal of when there was work to be done, then it had to be done and when things were quiet, then Dave had no qualms about letting his staff have it easy. Both Katie and Dave were working late one evening in the office when she first noticed how submissive Dave really was. She was engrossed in a business plan that needed doing and with out realising she snapped at Dave who was working on a new wrapping paper design. "Coffee." Blushing wildly he did as she had instructed. Concentrating on her figures she did not realise how domineering she had been until he placed her coffee beside her and said humbly. "Your coffee, Katie." It was the note of submission in his tone that attracted her attention and she gushed. "Why thank you Dave." Liking how his eyes took on a pleased puppy expression before he returned to his drawing board. Being raised in an aristocratic family, Katie had been brought up to believe she was special and had a large chip on her shoulder about how easy it was for a man. It still gnarled her that that her much younger brother had gained the title and the family estate. For the next few weeks with out really trying she discovered just how far her dominance of Dave could be taken, little things like answering her phone, fetching files and coffee basically treating her boss as her secretary. However it was not until one very late evening when she was suffering from her usual post menstrual short temper that Katie found out just how submissive Dave was. It had been a long day and she was tired which perhaps explains why she so domineering when she phoned him from the loo after discovering that she had run out of tampons. Flipping open her tiny mobile phone she punched in his number and said after he answered the phone. "I'm in the loo bring me some tampons and be quick about it!" Ending the call before he could respond. A few moments later she heard his voice sheepishly calling. "Erm. Katie, where am I supposed to get tampons from?" "From the machine on the wall stupid!" Katie snapped. With a click clunk she heard him use the vending machine and a moment later a hand appeared under the door as Dave said. "Here you are." "Thank you!" Katie said in that patronising tone she had learned from day one. "Make sure there is fresh coffee when I get back!" "Yes Katie." Dave said sounding a little shocked by what had happened. "Yes Katie." She twittered to herself, as she made herself decent and checked her flawless make up. The black mood that had filled her all day suddenly lifted as she had a fantastic idea... Make her boss her servant? Then she laughed loudly. Her laugh was loud enough that Dave heard it from where he was making the requested coffee and wondered what it meant? Never a particularly aggressive man he had always harboured a secret desire to be in the hands of a dominant and forceful woman, but had always been to chicken to try and find one. "Erm. Your coffee Katie." He said carrying the pot, cup and cream to her desk on a tray the way she liked it. "Why thank you." Katie smiled surprising Dave who had been expecting her to return in the same short-tempered mood that she had been in all day. "Why don't you join me?" "I'd like that." Dave blushed and went to fetch himself a cup and saucer. Waiting until Dave was back and settled in a chair in front of her desk sipping at the very expensive coffee Katie had 'suggested' he provide for her she said. "We've been what working late together for what months now, right?" Dave nodded and made an agreeing noise, seeing again how pretty Katie was when she smiled. "And I don't know anything about you?" She continued, "and it seems a shame. So tell me what you are interested in, what you like?" She let him ramble on about the countryside and the environment for a few minutes before she asked. "What about a girlfriend?" "No, not at the moment." Dave admitted feeling his face colouring. Katie grinned and put him out of his misery. "Want one?" "Pardon?" He asked giving her a shocked look of surprise. "I asked if you wanted a girlfriend? Because if you're interested I'm sure we could come to some arrangement." Katie almost cheered when she saw the look of hope spring into his eyes. "Yes..." "Marvellous!" Affecting the haughty look that she knew worked well with him, she said a little impatiently. "Well get on with it! Let me have a look at the goods then, strip." Embarrassed and already in the submissive situation being sat in front of his secretary's desk Dave went white and then slowly removed his clothes. "And them." Katie nodded at his plain M&S boxers, "Socks as well!" She just loved the look of humiliation on his face when she barked. "Stand up straight, arms to the side." Taking her time Katie rose from her chair and slowly walked from behind her desk. As if she was examining a horse she slowly walked about his naked body making deliberate humming noises. "Not much very big is it?" She smirked and gave his swelling knob a swat. "We'll have none of that just yet! Here." Katie reached into her handbag and produced a pair of miniscule black lace panties and handed them to him. "Toss your awful boxers in the bin and slip these on and get dressed, you'll do for now." Knowing that the unexpected always worked Katie suddenly pinioned his arms to his side, with hers and gave his lips a sound ravishing. Only letting him go when she felt him submit to her probing tongue and submissively relax in her arms. Returning to the other side of her desk she smiled up at him as if nothing had happened and said. "File these for me Poppet and then we can go out to dinner." Dumb stuck Dave nodded, accepted the files and obediently traipsed off to the filing archive. Feeling the lace front of the panties moving seductively/uncomfortably over his sensitive bell end. By the time he got back Katie was wearing her coat and said. "We'll take my car." Dave was impressed when they finally left the restaurant and went their separate ways home. Katie had totally dominated the evening, she ordered for him joking in fluent French to the very camp waiter whom she obviously knew. Ringing in his ears were her parting instructions, "be ready! I'll be at your house for nine, don't bother packing but make sure you leave enough food out for your cat, as you're going to be away the night." Masturbating himself stupid as he recalled how controlling Katie had been in the office, Dave passed out. With none of the usual reluctance he felt when he had to get up on a Saturday morning he was awake and ready for 8.30 and spent an uncomfortable half hour hoping that she was going to be really dominant, and shitting him self about it! Normally she was meticulously punctual by today Katie was deliberately twenty minutes late. "So Poppet," she drawled as Dave let her in. "Are you wearing my pretty knickers?" His blush told her all she needed to know, but she still made him tell her that he was. "Erm. Yes Katie..." "Prove it!" She snapped, removing her jacket and making herself comfortable. "Go make me a coffee and serve it to me wearing nothing but my knickers. If your service is up to scratch I may let you wear some suitable clothes!" Gasping when he saw her leather garbed form and feeling like that this was all a like dream come true. Dave looked at her wide-eyed and fearful for half a second and then scurried off. "Adequate I suppose." Katie said sniffing as she perused the pot, cup and cream he held out to her. "Set it beside me and kneel!" Red face Dave was about to speak when she snapped. "I'm waiting, and do something about that!" She again smacked her hand on his barely covered erecting cock. "Polish my boots with it!" Sitting back she sipped her coffee and said. "Well, get on with it!" She looked at his shocked expression. "Wank you fool, here." She tapped her boots together. "It will make a suitable lubrication for your tongue when you polish them." Waiting until he was almost there, Katie snapped. "Stop! Fetch me a light and an ashtray." She removed her cigarettes and pushed him away with her foot. Only holding her laughter at the way he looked with his turgid knob stuck out. She knew he hated smoking and enjoyed making him kneel before her holding the ashtray in one hand and wanking with the other as she blew smoke in his face. "If you come before I finish my ciggy? I'll put it out on your cock!" She almost came with the look of horror on his face. Yet he still made no movement to want to escape her domination and Katie was the sort to push the boundary's back. "You're nothing girly panty wearing tart, you know?" Katie said, again blowing the smoke into his face. "What are you?" She loved the look in his face when he said. "I'm nothing but a girly panty wearing tart, mistress." "Mistress?" Katie whispered. "I like that..." Pushing the very lipstick marked cigarette into his mouth she smiled. "Finish it!" Coughing and spluttering Dave did as she asked and got a shock when she snarled. "I meant your wanking not my fag you stupid shit!" Removing the almost brunt out cigarette from his mouth liking how it left traces of her strident red lipstick on his lips she stubbed it out. By now Dave was hand was working his pathetic little stick like a concert artist and with a shudder he spurted all over her black leather boots. The heady sensation of knowing that he was totally at her whim, made her feel all mushy inside and she had to control her self carefully when she snapped. "Get polishing that protein into the my boots Poppet!" Chuckling, "about all its good for is feeding the leather." The look on his face when he lowered his head to her jism covered black boots was fantastic, and Katie could feel her sopping knickers sticking to her engorged labia. This was so exciting! Over the last couple off weeks since she began to exert her control over him she had spent a few evenings surfing the Internet. Studying some of the female domination websites and story archives had given her a few ideas and she did rather like the dominatrix fashion. The outfit she had selected for today was her first attempt at the look, and she had really liked the sensation of power the boots and short black leather dress had given her when she had slipped them on. "You're going to have to improve your tongue technique, Poppet..." Katie laughed, liking the contrast between her wispy black panties and his pale white skin. "Before I let you worship me." The blush she saw running about his neck as he continued her humiliating task made her almost quiver with suppressed excitement. "Enough!" She snapped needing to calm down and again kicked him away. "Go kneel in the corner against the wall and don't dare move until I tell you." Burning with embarrassment Dave did as he was told, following her orders when she snapped. "Head down, hands flat on thigh's knees together!" "From now on Poppet!" She taunted. "When ever I tell you to kneel this is how you will sit. Understand." "Yes mistress." Dave whispered. "I did not hear you?" She said calmly. "Yes mistress." Dave said more clearly. "No Poppet," she drawled. "I think it would be much prettier if you said. Poppet understands Mistress..." "Poppet understands Mistress." Dave said feeling sick with embarrassment and excitement. "Excellent." She purred. "Now don't go away." The click, click of her boots echoed in his ears until she reached the door and passed out of earshot. The next ten minutes were some of the longest of his life, the time seeming to drag past, as he remained kneeling in the corner of his front room occasionally hearing her moving about in the room's above. The click, click of her heels on the stairs announced her return, her steps getting louder as she walked back in and silently sat back in the same chair. He could feel her eyes on his back and wanting to turn and face her he remained kneeling in the corner. Deliberately rustling her paper Katie spent five minutes finishing her coffee perusing the headlines before she snapped. "More coffee Poppet and don't be all day about it this time." "Yes mistress." Dave said as he stiffly stood and wishing that the floor would open up and swallow him as he did as she bid. Ignoring him totally after she had got him kneeling beside her chair holding the ashtray Katie continued to leisurely read her paper. "Well then? What am I going to do with you?" She smirked dropping the paper into his lap. "With such a tiny cock, your not going to be much of a stud, are you?" "No mistress." Dave said. "Well I'm sure I can come up with some other use for you Poppet." "Thank you Mistress..." Dave said breathing a sigh of relief when she said. "Go and get dressed in the clothes in the bathroom and get back down here, we're all ready late." If Dave had been embarrassed when he had been only wearing her knickers he felt worse once he had dressed in the clothing she had provided. Pink Nikes, stirrup pants and a really cheep looking red satin shirt that fastened the wrong side and fell to just past his bum. Also with the clothing was a thick rather heavy faux gold chain belt, which obviously went with the blouse and avoiding his reflection he quickly dressed and returned to his waiting mistress. "Very pretty Poppet." Katie smiled when she saw him. "Dressed like that you look just like I had imagined you would... Like a real slut." With out giving him a chance to refuse she pushed him out of the open front door and followed him out locked up. Trying not to let the smile of delight she was feeling show she dropped his keys into her handbag and hung it off his right shoulder. "You will walk exactly one step behind me at all times Poppet, otherwise you will seriously regret it!" And strode off down the drive to her car with Dave trailing behind her feeling very stupid dressed as he was with a handbag over his shoulder. Katie seriously considered taking him to the shopping centre but rejected the idea in the end, as she did not want to risk him freaking out on her and creating a scene that could get her in to trouble. Like anyone from the upper classes Katie feared the gossip columnists in the tabloid rags more than anything else in the world. After just driving around for a while making Dave, light her fags for her and powder his nose with the compact she had put in the hand bag for that reason she headed towards her secluded country cottage. "Well Poppet!" She laughed, as she drove through the village. "Won't be long until we reach your new home," and swung off the main road on to a dusty track that led up to a house set on the hill in the distance. "Don't forget your hand bag Poppet." Katie teased as she slipped out of the car and snapped "Heel." The new housekeeper she had contracted a week or so earlier was awaiting them at the open door and said as she walked up. "Good afternoon Lady Katrina. Luncheon will be ready when ever you require it." "Hello Agatha, meet Poppet, my panty wearing slut." She smirked at her housekeeper. "I told you all about Poppet at interview." "Yes my Lady, all is in readiness." Agatha replied with an anticipatory smile. Dave gave them both a horrified look and hung his head in shame at being addressed in such away. "Excellent." Katie said, leaning forward and giving Agatha a peck on the cheek. "I'm going to get changed into something more comfortable. Poppet!" She reached forward and tilted Dave's ashamed face towards her. "Go with Agatha, and do exactly as she orders otherwise, I'll will not be happy and you will be punished." "Come slut." Agatha snarled as Katie walked away, "you have much work to do." Leading him in to a large scullery she pointed to a sink full of washing up and said. "Get on with it slut!" Over the next hour or so she worked him mercilessly. Agatha was never satisfied and had no compulsion about whacking him mercilessly across the arse for any infraction, real or imagined. It had not taken him long to realise that that not having the handbag on his person for any reason immediately resulted in a firm spank on his soon very tender bottom. "Well?" Said Katie to Agatha, when she was eating her lunch with Dave once more kneeling besides her wearing nothing but his panties and handbag. "Will Poppet be of any use?" "Perhaps with some training, we might make a housemaid out of the dumb slut." Agatha said giving him a filthy look when Katie held a morsel of lettuce out for him to take from her fingers with his mouth. "Well, then. That's settled." Katie said swapping a smile with Agatha. "Thank you Agatha, that will be all for now. I'll send Poppet to you once I'm done." "Yes My Lady." Agatha said giving her employer a beaming smile before she walked away. What a score this job was she thought, no wonder Lady Katrina had been so insistent about her signing a gagging order before she could take the job. This she decided was going to be fun, and after all the years she had spent being men's playthings, it was going to be very pleasant to put a man through all that shit! "In your bag is a lipstick Poppet." Katie told Dave in a kindly tone as she finished her meal. "Get it out and your compact." Again feeling her second pair of panties of the day beginning to get moist as she thought about what she was going to do Katie waited until he had fumbled through all cigarettes and feminine junk she had stowed in there and removed the lipstick and compact. "Open the compact and lippy Poppet." Wishing he knew why he could not just stand up and tell her to stuff it! Dave did as she ordered. "Right, paint your lips with the lipstick." Katie tittered at the look of horror that she again brought to his face. As his hands were shaking he landed up getting the red all over his face, and Katie had to struggle to stop her laughter and tell him firmly. "Crap! Remove your lipstick and do it again." It took him four attempts before he got the cosmetic on his lips to something approaching her standard and even then she snapped. "That's pathetic but it will have to do for now, get Agatha to show you how to do it properly later!" Katie paused waiting for him to close the compact and lipstick. "Now your lips are painted, you can at last remove cigarette from your open packet and light it for me." She just loved the red trace he left on the filter as he handed her the lit cigarette. "Ashtray?" She teased. "I'm going to give you a choice? You know what to do with your other hand or you may join your mistress and smoke a ciggi with me, the choice is yours?" Looking confused he opened his mouth but the look on Katie's stern face halted what ever he was going to say. He had a choice either jack off on to her black thigh boots knowing that 'scary' Agatha could return at any moment, or smoke one of her long slim feminine cigarettes. Hating himself Dave removed a second cigarette from the packet and with a shaking hand lit it. "Good deep drags now Poppet..." Katie teased loving the heady sensation of power that filled her as she made him do something that she knew he thought was a disgusting habit. "Suck on it! Show some enjoyment, for gods sake other wise you can go back to tugging over my boots!" The taste of the smoke made him want to retch, it made his eyes water and his head spin but given the choice, even this was preferable to the other option. "Am I correct in assuming that you are one of those pathetic sluts who long to be controlled my a dominant woman Poppet?" Katie asked when she saw that the nicotine rush, had hit him. "Yes mistress." Dave admitted, feeling woozy. "Good, because I've always wanted my own little man slut, and you my Pretty Poppet, are just what I've been looking for." Katie patted him on his head like a pet. "Now I have absolutely no need of my job, I do it because it's fun but I am quite serious about what your new roll will be. From this moment forth your only roll in life is to serve me in whatever way Agatha or I decide, understand? " "Yes mistress." Dave said feeling ill, from the cigarette he had still not finished. "If you are obedient and serve me well you will soon come to like your new life. If you should displease me however, I will hand you over to Agatha and I'll tell you now you will not enjoy that." Katie smirked at Dave's kneeling slightly green expression. "Because Agatha used to be a working girl if you get my drift, and has a lot of built up resentment towards men and would just love to really hurt you." "Yes mistress." Dave spluttered, sounding very worried. "As for me I prefer more psychological forms of torture, like making you a non smoker, smoke. Now clear the table and go find Agatha. Oh and tell her that you are to serve my afternoon tea once she is done with you." Stubbing out her cigarette, Katie stood and strode off to her bedroom needing to relieve some of the tension that had built up in her and change her panties again. Stubbing out the horrible cigarette with relief Dave loved and loathed what was happening to him. "About time slut!" Agatha snarled when he finished clearing the table and found her sat in the kitchen smoking a roll up reading the paper. "Get your arse in the servants bathroom, we don't' have all day slut." Slapping him firmly on his bottom she pointed him in the right direction and walked slowly behind him commenting that she had brought a lovely glow to his cheeks! Seeing the maid's uniform hanging on the door made Dave shiver, it was clear that it was for him because embroidered on the full apron was, 'Maid Poppet. Property of Lady Katrina.' "Yes slut!" Agatha, said in a dangerous tone. "That uniform is your new life. Now stop pissing about and get under the shower!" Snapping a pair of thin latex gloves on her hands Agatha said in a tone that told Dave that she meant every word. "If you struggle or in anyway try to hinder me while I'm wasting my time on you. I'll thrash you in to obedience and take you to Lime Street and rent you out to a few friends of mine as a cock sucker!" "Yes Mistress..." Dave said cowed. "SMACK!" Agatha really let him have it leaving a bright red mark on his face. "Lady Katrina is your Mistress, I am Miss Agatha, make that mistake again and..." She gave him a nasty smile. It was during the interview after Agatha had signed and had witnessed the non-disclosure document that she mentioned to Katie, that she had always wanted to feminise a man. Katie who had been explaining how she had been treating Dave immediately fell in love with the idea and pretty much gave her new employee carte-blache to do with Dave what she needed to make him her 'slut-bitch'. Whatever the stuff was which Miss Agatha coated his body with stank to high heaven and was dammed uncomfortable Dave decided. It was like having every inch of his skin crawling with pins and needles, he almost thanked her when she said after checking her watch. "Shower, and used the gel to clean your skin." Oh shit! He breathed as the cool water hit his skin and he saw his body hair coming away in great clumps as the water sliced the stuff off his body. The very flowery scent of the shower gel was almost over powering and Dave knew that he was going to smell just the same. Turning off the shower Miss Agatha snapped stand still and coated his beard area with another just as smelly lotion that burnt his skin just as much as the first stuff had. After a much shorter time she used a plastic scraper and removed the cream replacing it with some sort of soothing lotion that seemed to just melt into his now baby smooth face. Grabbing him by his cock Agatha stood him in front of a full-length mirror and slapped a pair of handcuffs about his wrists restraining his hands behind him. When he saw his reflection Dave nearly had a heart attack His once hairy masculine form no longer looked like it belonged to a mature adult. "Not much of a cock is it?" Agatha laughed, "I can see why Lady Katrina doesn't want to use it! I've seen immature boys with bigger cock's than that!" She lifted a strange looking garment from a cabinet on the wall and cackled. "I've always wanted to play with one of these." She cackled again and gave him a long look. "I bet your dieing to know what this is slut?" Wide eyed with shock Dave recognised from the shape of the tube arrangement that it was intended to fit over his cock and balls. "Yes Miss Agatha..." He said in a nervous tone, really wanting to say, " I don't know what it is but please don't put it on me." "It's an emasculator slut." Miss Agatha said walking towards his quaking form with an evil light burning in her eyes. Grasping his cock again she forced his penis in to the sleeve and turned the device inside out. Dave nearly collapsed in pain as his cock was forced back on its self. It was only Agatha's firm grasp of his balls that stopped his inexorable side to the floor. "Now that hurt..." She whispered, her face only inches from his, "but this is." She reached behind him and pulled something between his legs. "Agony..." As she firmly yanked the thing up between his legs, his balls felt like they had just been kicked. Vaguely through the pain he felt her separate what ever she had threaded between his legs and heard two loud and very final clicks. Laughing nastily Agatha stepped back and said. "What do you think slut?" Through tearing eyes Dave looked at his groin and saw what looked like a pussy in place of his cock. Gasping through his pain he whimpered, "Oh my God!" "She's busy!" Agatha cackled and began strapping a heavy corset about his waist. Feeling like he was being cut in half as she drew the thing tight he almost thanked her when she tied the strings off. Producing a couple of very large wobbly objects she slipped them into the bra cups of the corset and returned to tightening the laces. Commenting almost chatty Agatha whispered into his ear. "You will look rather pretty eventually..." Her hand reached round and squeezed one of his new faux breasts. "I'm trying to convince Lady Katrina to let me give you breast implants, rather than these things!" The rest of his dressing, other than being highly embarrassing went painlessly. Thick itchy woollen stockings were attached to his corset suspenders and his feet went in to a pair of high heel ankle boots. "Not bad." Agatha curtly informed him when she examined his lingerie-clad body. Yanking the heavy cotton under dress over his head and buttoning up the back she checked the fall of the full petticoats, before more carefully pulling the black over dress on to him and fastening it up. Grinning she produced a little lock and said. "You'd better be well behaved other wise I'll leave you locked in your dress in shoes!" Everything had taken place in front of the mirror and Dave felt sick when he saw his male head and hair set on top of what appeared to be a curvaceous feminine body. Hobbling in his shoes he felt even worse when he with Agatha swatting him on the bum guided him out on to a little patio carrying a tea tray. "Excuse me Lady Katrina." Agatha said in a tone so different to any she had addressed Dave with. "Your maid and slut Poppet is ready for your inspection?" "Curtsey to your mistress, slut!" Agatha snapped at Dave, "and if you spill anything I'll toss you over my knee and pull your panties down and spank your arse! Hampered by his handbag Dave hung his head in shame but successfully managed to bob at his knees and keep everything on the tray where it belonged. Going white with pain when his cock tried to react naturally to such a fine view of Katie wearing a miniscule bikini, which was not intended to hide a dam thing. "Oh goodie!" Katie giggled looking at Dave with unabashed excitement. "Where's her slut red lips and painted slutty face Agatha?" "I wanted to see if you had any suggestions for her hair and makeup My Lady?" Pulling on her lower lip Katie slowly walked round her feminised boss, pinching and prodding as she went. "Blond I think.... Yes blond pineapple perm, lots of makeup Agatha, with a trowel, if you get my drift?" Agatha smiled and said. "I know exactly what you want. Would you like me to continue now or have you another used for slut?" "Now that depends? Did Poppet ask your advice about how to apply her lipstick?" "No My Lady?" Katie gave Dave a filthy look and said. "Spank her!" Before Dave quite caught up he was over Agatha's lap with his voluminous skirts thrown over his head and his panties about his ankles. As Agatha's hand began to rain down on his already tender arse Katie knelt in front of him and said in a light voice. "Now Poppet, you must understand this is for your own good... If you had remembered to follow my instructions you would not be being punished just now!" Agatha kept spanking his Bottom until Dave was crying like a little girl before she pushed him off her lap. Dave landed hard on to the hard pavement, and tried to curl up in to a sobbing ball but could not because of the corset. Ignoring him Katie looked at Agatha and said. "Thank you Agatha, that will be all for now." Returning to her sun lounger Katie looked at the person who used to be her employer and snapped. "Position." When he did not move she taunted. "You have got 30 seconds to be on your knees before I call Agatha back for another dose, Poppet." Dave did not know how he did it but he managed to struggle to his knees and look up at her through his tears. Still feeling his knickers about his ankles. Sat on the table next to Katie were two metal semicircles and grinning she undid the lock on his dress and pulled down the high lace collar enough for her to slip the two sections round his neck and clicking the ends firmly together. "Now you are really my collared slut." She laughed. "Oh fix your face for gods sake!" She snapped trying not to laugh at the creature she was creating. "Yes mistress." Dave sobbed and removed his compact and lipstick. "That's better," Katie said, with a smirk as he returned his cosmetics to his bag. "Stand up." Still with his knickers round his ankles and hampered by his skirts, the heels and most of all by the corset Dave eventually struggled to his feet and stood silently with his head down Sweeping up his skirt Katie examined the emasculator and said. "Do you like your pretty girly pussy slut?" Dave blushed and whispered knowing what would happen if he told the truth. "Yes Mistress." "Jolly good." Katie laughed. "Pull your knickers up and come have a ciggi with me." This time the cigarette tasted just as unpleasant but did not make him feel like he was going to puke. Making him smoke the cigarette in a very exaggerated feminine way amused Katie just as much as watching Agatha spanking him. "Go and beg Agatha to teach you makeup." Katie laughed once she was done playing with him. Agatha made the weekend total hell for Dave, she worked him solidly until midnight on Saturday before she unfastened his maids dress and locked him in the cupboard under the stairs for the night. Next morning Dave felt like hell, and he did not get through serving Miss Agatha her breakfast before his backside was once more receiving her attention. This time it was for failure to curtsey to her and not having enough makeup on his face. At least he managed to get through serving Katie her breakfast in the bed he had half hoped he would have been sharing with her the previous morning. Sunday passed in exactly the same fashion as Saturday, Katie spent most of the day with her hunting, shooting, fishing friends leaving him at the tender mercy's of Agatha until at seven PM she drove him home still in uniform and makeup. Shattered Dave lurched through his front door and had to beg Katie on his knees for her to free him from his dress. Only after he had licked her boots and smoked at least half a dozen cigarettes did she finally agree. "However!" She giggled. "Until you are trained to Agatha's demanding standard only she has the key to your emasculator and as for your pretty collar, well that's yours," and laughing triumphantly she stalked away. With shaking limbs he pulled the clothes off his body and staggered to the bathroom for a long cleansing shower. When he finally got to see the collar clearly he saw that engraved on it was 'Maid Poppet, Property of Lady Katrina'. Dave tried everything he could think of to try and free himself of his feminising emasculator and collar but nothing seemed to work and eventually he fell in to a confused sleep. When he got into work the following morning Katie had already removed his no smoking sign and was comfortably sat behind his desk with her feet up smoking one of her long cigarettes. "Ah Poppet!" She smirked. "Position." "Katie?" He said blushing they were at work. "Did someone speak?" She asked drawing on her fag, "Ah well I guess they want me to email this to everyone on the company list. Spinning the computer monitor towards him she showed the desktop image. It was of him wearing the maids uniform with a smoking cigarette in his red painted lips. "Mistress..." Dave said and sank to his knees. "That's better slut!" Katie said with glee. "Now get your head under this desk and between my legs bitch." She did not keep him under the desk very long, but it was enough for Dave to realise that his life had totally changed.... The End Trish Shaw. 2001 [email protected]