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You better be over 18 if you want to read this (or 19 in UT and similar places) I'm not responsible if you ignore this warning. There are naughty bits in it, which will warp your fragile young minds. You have been forewarned. Everyone else can enjoy and send e-mails to [email protected]. Thank you Trisha for writing the original "trilogy". Disclaimer: I'm really not that good at writing descriptions of the sexual encounters, with unfortunately little personal experience to draw from. I felt bad writing another installment with no hope of actual transformation, so to relieve my concerns I stuck the first two parts (slightly modified) with the conclusion. I put a nice big line at the end of what I wrote before, for easy scrolling. Enjoy! All or Nothing: The Female Executive Completed by Petey Why do I put myself through this? I have a nice house, sex slaves, big salary, good job, why do I really need to be a level 5? Ah yes, Michelle. "Anna's got a yacht, we need a yacht too." "I'm bored with just 13 slaves." "Don't you have the balls to succeed?" I talked to a few other level 6's the other day. Half of them would've stayed put at level 8 if they had their way. Must be some corollary to the "behind every powerful man..." phrase. I can't breathe. The guy I'm going up against is a beast. He looks more like a level 3 than a level 6. Great, in less than an hour I'll probably be his little fuck-toy. "Spread your legs for me Grace", I can hear it now. I can't even bear to think how I'd feel after losing. Being like one of my little toys, nothing but boobs and a cunt. I remember the time before my first match. Damn, it was 3 years ago. Michelle had me train for weeks. She refused to even touch me at night unless I had spent 3 hours at the gym. It's weird, I can't remember the sounds, or the look of the crowd; I just remember the smell. A room filed with sweat, semen, and hormones. If there was a gym at the Playboy mansion, that would be the smell. If you asked me to describe Geena before I pinned her, I couldn't. I don't even remember the match itself that well. I do remember Greg going for my legs and slipping a bit as I dodged the move. Next thing I know there's a shapely redhead underneath me begging for cock. I do remember that first fuck as a master though. I took my dick and ran it along her crotch. She downright cooed as I ran it along her outer lips. I took a firm grasp of her newly expanded ass and rammed my member into her dripping pussy. I barely noticed the orgy going on around me. I was the ruler of someone else and it felt great. I can't tell you how long I pumped into her, but she screamed out in joy about a dozen times, so extrapolate from there. When I was spent, I walked over and met my other whore, Sharon. I could tell she had been busy pleasing Michelle by the grin on my wife's face. I'd like to tell you I felt sorry for her, being enslaved because her husband wasn't good enough, but I didn't. I made her sit in front of me and lick my member back to fighting strength. Sharon looked almost as good as her ex-husband. She had short blonde hair and smooth, lightly tanned skin. I couldn't say what her face looked like just yet, but I could see her long slender legs and tight ass. I could definitely get used to this. "Each man gives his blood to the Great Master as a sign that he may do whatever he likes with that blood." Oh shit, the ceremony has begun. I'd been cut before, but it still freaked me out each time. I could tell by Michelle's glare that I was the only one outwardly nervous. We each got cut and proceeded to file towards the combatant's bench. Two level 8s fought first. It was a good match, but it had the same result as any other. The blonde guy got rolled over and his opponent got hold of his wrists. It was over and Mason & Mason has one new level 7 executive and one new fuck-toy. My involvement in the orgy to follow was more for appearances than anything else. When you're the only guy in the room not boning a bimbo, it looks odd. My match was next. I walked up and stared down my opponent again. Brian Newton was this behemoth's name. He had bulging muscles, bulging veins, and generally looked like he had been in the gym for a year straight. Before I knew it, he was running at me, screaming like an animal. I dodged that first lunge and managed to keep my foot out for him to stumble on. He didn't fall yet, but lost enough of his balance for me to quickly jump on his back for a takedown. I don't know how he's did it, but even with my 215 pound frame on him, he got up and threw me. Yes, he literally chucked me 10 feet through the air. Needless to say, Brian knocked the wind out of me and quickly took the pin. "You fucking bastard" I heard Michelle shout. I once asked an ex-exec what it felt like to change. I expected a typical airhead answer, but she told me, "You can't explain it fully in words. Combine the most terror you've ever felt with the greatest pleasure you've ever felt and you come close." She wasn't far from the truth. I tried to scream in terror as I caught sight of my new breasts in the corner of my vision. Blonde hair fell over my eyes as my pussy formed and a wave of delight swept over me. Intellectually, I was scared shitless. Physically I looked and felt like any supernaturally beautiful woman having an orgasm. Brian seemed to be going OK, for awhile. I wasn't concentrating too hard on his changes, but they didn't look like the others I'd witnessed. Brian clutched his head, then his chest before crumbling into a heap beside me. The room was completely silent I cried out in my new soprano, "Master! What's wrong?" Then I felt the priest's hand on my shoulder as he spoke to the crowd. "Brian Newton has defiled himself and this competition. As punishment, he has succumbed to his own cowardice." I began to cry over the body of my new master as the priest talked to the level threes and fours assembled on the mat. "Ok, what really happened?" a level three began. The Priest replied, "He took a large amount of steroids before the match and his body couldn't take the extra change the magic brought." "Well, can't you just change the other guy back into a man?" "No, once a body has been sapped of it's manliness, none can be replaced." "So what do we do now? We have two dozen fuck-toys with no master and an empty level 5 slot." "I have an idea", a level four piped in, "Remember how we almost got into trouble a while back for having no female executives? "You're saying we let the fuck toy get the job?" "No, the priest can change her mind to a more suitable form. She'll still look like a whore, but we get essentially the same quality executive." "Will it work Priest?" said the level two. "Yes, but it requires use of the corpse and the widow." I was still clutching Brian when the priest walked over to me with Brian's wife in tow. He pulled me off and tied Brian's corpse to his wife. She was of course screaming and lashing out during this, but there was no hope with 4 high level executives grabbing her. The priest instructed me to get on top of them and hold down their wrists like it was a pin. I complied and he began chanting something. I could see Brian almost deflating beneath his wife. His wife had slowly ceased screaming and began to moan with pleasure instead. Her long dirty blonde hair turned platinum as her breasts inflated and tummy sucked in. Meanwhile I was feeling more alert and less, well, dumb. I could remember some of Brian's business contacts. I felt stronger too. After a few minutes of this, the priest stopped and untied my new bitch, Shelly. She leapt up and kissed me full on the lips. I was all too pleased to return the favor. The previously silent crowd now took this as their cue to let the orgy begin. Shelly and I began a 69 as someone else shoved his dick into my ass. The initial shock was over quickly and I just let it happen. Soon after I experienced my first female orgasm, followed by a second, and third, and sixth, and twelfth, and I completely lost count. I had a body built for sex and the will to control it for my own benefit. The orgy slowly died down and I took the place of a victor on the bench. I sat down beside Michelle and gave her a peck on the cheek. She seemed to still be in a state of shock and continued to stare ahead. "You can call me Grace now, honey," I told her. She shot a dirty look at me and said, "I'm not your 'Honey' any more you lesbo bitch." "Strong words from a woman who's been eaten out by nearly fifty different women," I shot back. She actually got up and left in the middle of a match. I wasn't leaving though, not with all this delicious cock and pussy around. When I got home I was just spent. It was a lot like how I was after a normal session like that, but with a pleasant tingle radiating through my body. The new house was a true mansion, with two guest houses big enough for a family of five to live in. Michelle had arrived earlier and was unpacking boxes of stuff from the last house. I snuck up behind her, covered her eyes and yelled, "guess who?" She promptly threw me off and stormed away. Why was she acting like this? I was, for all intents and purposes, still her husband. I chased her to the on-property lagoon where she was crying beneath an umbrella. "What's wrong Michelle?" I said softly. "I can't stand the sight of you, you're a fucktoy now and I'm all alone." I frowned and said, "I'm still the same person, and I still love you." She once again backed away and said, "No! You're another bimbo in the household." I cut her short with, "I am not a bimbo, even if I look it. Sine squared plus cosine squared equals one. The capital of Azerbaijan is Baku. You really love it when I nibble your ears like this..." She swooned as I began to do my work on her ear lobes. Sometimes I think Michelle can orgasm just through her ears. It's strange as shit, but she wasn't pushing me away any more. The nibbling led to deep kissing, which led to gentle caresses from both of us to the other. I was beginning to understand the concept of foreplay after 7 years of marriage. I was making my way to Michelle's pants when she stopped me short again. This time instead of calling me a "lesbo bitch", she suggested we unpack some of her toys. We left a trail of clothing on our way to the bedroom. My wife had romped with many women, just like all the Mason & Mason women had. However, she always preferred male companionship. Since I was frequently occupied in other ways, if you get my meaning, she had taken a liking to being probed by a 10 inch strap on wielded by one of our slaves. Michelle also managed to collect quite the assortment of dildos and other sexual aids. I had never, ever been interested in being penetrated anally like that before, but now I was glad she was so horny. I hate to tease you like this, but I really don't feel like giving you a blow by blow (pun intended) account of our first all-night sex romp. Suffice it to say I woke up in the morning with plenty of dried juices on my skin, the love of my life still beside me, and surrounded by thoroughly trashed furniture. I gave Michelle a peck on the cheek then got up to survey my new surroundings. The first stop was the servant's quarters to look at my newly acquired property. 2 slaves at level 8, 6 slaves at level 7, 14 slaves at level 6, and a maximum of 30 at level 5. I had 27 slaves now. Obviously Brian was no more, apparently Brian accidentally killed one of his old slaves, and I had beaten a guy with no wife at level 7. Surveying my harem- I suppose that's still the correct term- I counted 12 blonde white girls, 2 Asians, 11 brunettes, a black girl, and my redhead. Lord, what to do with all this pussy? I decided to keep Geena as my secretary. I always liked redheads, even now. Every time I asked Michelle to dye her hair red she threatened to smack me. I don't know why. Maybe she hated the thought of not being my ideal, but had too much self-respect to change anything, if that makes a lick of sense. I hadn't tried out an Asian before, so they would stay on property, and why not keep the black girl as well? I decided to send 6 of the brunettes and 7 of the blondes out to make some money, the rest would be maids, cooks, gardeners, etc. at the estate. After that little bit of planning, I went back upstairs and woke up Michelle. She suggested we go into town and buy me a new wardrobe. I couldn't go to work in a bathrobe, and none of Michelle's clothes fit properly for a work environment. It was odd, but I was actually excited to get clothes. I snickered at the feminine stereotype and got into some of Michelle's sweats. The Closet Mirror is where I got my first good look at my body. All in all, it was very similar to the slaves I already had. The perfect long blonde hair, cute nose, puffy lips, gravity defying D-cups, shapely hips and a neatly trimmed pubic patch. When a man is transformed, 90% of his female form is derived from his new master's image of the perfect woman. 10% comes from the man's original look. It ensures that each slave looks a little different than the last, but still looks very appealing to their master. I could see the 10% in my eyes and, oddly enough, ears. The shower was a nice experience. Of course, slaves are designed to feel twice the pleasure of normal women, so the cool sprinkles all over my skin got to be distracting. The shower was a little longer than my usual ones, and when I got out, Michelle was waiting for me in a T-shirt and Jeans. It was probably the least glamorous outfit we owned, but she knew it would look better since I would be in sweat pants for a while at least. I threw them on and we headed out the door with a slave to drive the car and carry packages. It was a blast. I quickly discovered the difference between a woman staring in lust and a man leering at a hot body. I'm sure it was residual sex toy training, but I liked it a lot. A few guys I even flirted back with. Michelle nearly fell over in a mix of shock and laughter when I opened my blouse for a guy at the restaurant who spent the first 2 courses examining my cleavage. I loved trying on Jeans. I loved buying lingerie. I loved making sales people squirm when Frenching Michelle in front of them. The Mason and Mason magic had shortened my learning curve to nothing. By the time Michelle and I came home at around 7 we had both had our hair done and spent nearly all my monthly salary increase. 24 hours ago I was a handsome man, now I had the body out of Playboy. My wife had become my lesbian lover. And to top it all off I got a promotion. To tell you the truth, I'm really glad Brian cheated. My life seems perfect. Sometimes it's funny how quickly you get used to things. 72 hours ago I woke up at about this time a dashingly handsome man, now I'm waking up a buxom babe. It's only about 6 and I don't want to wake my wife, Michelle. That's why I'm just staring at the ceiling lost in my own thoughts. I'm thinking about my first day back. I'm thinking about what little family I have. I'm thinking about growing old. I'm thinking about whether I can have kids or not. Whether I want kids or not. I'm thinking about the last two nights with Michelle. I'm thinking about whether the slaves are going to go insane without some live cock. I'm wondering if I'll go insane without some live cock. I'm wondering if any of my friends will still like me. I'm wondering if they'll like me too much. Well, I guess I'm still a compulsive worrywart even after a radical magical transformation At about seven, Carly, one of my slaves, came in to start the morning ritual. Everybody had one slave dressed as a frilly French maid. I think the company docked your pay if you didn't. Sure enough, Carly was decked out and carrying breakfast. I remember her slowly staggering in on those 5 inch heels the first time months ago. She looked terrified of dropping the tray. Now she had her hands full and glided like an angel across the expanse of the master bedroom. "Here is your breakfast mas...mistress" I almost giggled at the gaffe, but thanked her for the spread. I always liked a big breakfast, this time the slaves had prepared a big stack of pancakes, Toast, fresh melon, sausage patties, and a tall glass of Milk. Normally I'd polish this off without a second thought. Now, I felt sick thinking about this much food. Carly noted my temporary revulsion, "what's wrong mistress?" "Nothing, I don't think I can eat this much anymore. It'd be coming out my ears before I started on the melon." Carly fell to her knees, "I apologize mistress, I did not think, I am slime" "It's OK. I never told you. I didn't even think about it until just now. Leave the toast and milk, and share the rest with your fellow slaves. Tomorrow just bring me a muffin and some Orange Juice. By this time Michelle began to concentrate on her morning coffee and bagel. Carly rose to her feet, "Yes Mistress. Would you like me to pleasure you as you eat?" "Not yet. Tell me honestly, how are you and the others reacting to this?" "Reacting to what?" "Me being a woman. No master, just two mistresses. Does that bother all of you?" "I am bound to you and... Mistress. I worship you no matter what form you take. "So you don't miss a nice tasty cock?" I got a little excited myself at the prospect. "Yes, I was made to pleasure men, and I can't change that. But your slaves can pleasure each other. Please do not worry about us. "Thank you Carly. You may pleasure me now." "May I ask a question first?" "Go ahead" "How should I distinguish between you and mistress?" "Call me Grace unless you're pleasuring me, then call me mistress Grace. How does that sound Michelle?" Michelle grumbled a reply and focused on trying to move out of bed. "I guess that's a yes. Pleasure me now Carly" "Yes, Mistress Grace." I removed the covers and let Carly go to work. I nibbled on my breakfast between orgasms as Carly manipulated my cunt splendidly. Michelle was through in the bathroom by the time I was spent. We exchanged kisses and she left for the day. I hopped into the shower, pleased to see the sensation of water rolling down my body still produced an erotic reaction. If Carly hadn't worn me out, I would've been rubbing myself for an hour. I got out of the shower without incident to find Carly and Geena standing there with a towel and the day's clothes respectively. I dried off, slipped into some lingerie, and put on the beige business outfit Michelle had picked out for me yesterday. I had inherited the knowledge of how to dress slutty from the change, but professional attire confused me just enough to have Michelle decide my outfits for a few weeks. When that was done, my two slaves helped me apply my make- up. Again, I came out overdone the first 2 tries and had to mentally tell myself to cut everything in half to look respectable. By the time I had to leave, everything was set. I grabbed my briefcase, threw Sharon the keys to the Lexus and headed out. Normally I took the travel time as a chance to use my slave before the day started. This time I just sat with Geena in the back seat and stared at the scenery. "Grace" (I guess Carly passed the new nomenclature among her fellow slaves) "What's wrong?" Geena said. "Nothing much," I replied, "just trying to think about stuff." "Are you sure I shouldn't pleasure you now?" "No, that's alright. You may amuse yourself if you wish." Geena, much to my surprise, refrained from masturbating in the car. Normally, a slave would never pass up a chance for pleasure. One more thing to think about as the car pulled up to the massive Mason & Mason building. Sharon dropped us off and proceeded to the parking garage. Geena and I went to the front door. "May I help you?" a very gruff security guard visually scanned our bodies on the way in. "Yes, I'm looking for the Level 5 office of Grace N. Allenby" "There's no Grayson Allenby here ma'am, where's your master." "I'm the mistress. It's a long story; please tell me where to go." "You have some nerve coming in here as a slave and claiming to be a master. I think you and your friend need some discipline." The large man stood up and motioned toward a room off to the side of the lobby. "Listen here; I am Grace Allenby, formerly George Allenby, victim of premature feminization and cheating in the sacred ring. You will show me to my office now! Personally!" I was majorly ticked off. The guard snorted and grabbed both me and Geena with ease. He threw us into the room and shouted to one of his buddies. "Hey Mitch, take care of the desk while I take care of these two. I'll let you have a go after I'm done." "Sure thing Jim, I think all the stuff is clean in there." Geena had hit the wall head on and was lying on the floor in pain. While I was attending to her, this guard, Jim, grabbed my wrists and pulled me up. He tied me up to a modified torture rack and went about securing Geena in case she woke up. I screamed, but realized the room was sound- proofed to prevent disturbing the employees. Guards usually had free reign of the "unattached" slaves working at the building. It was a reward for keeping silent about what went on in the building. Actually, unattached slaves were those rented out from high-ranking executives. Jim just thought we were two cleaning ladies. Jim finished with Geena and proceeded to remove my skirt, shoes, panties, etc. He did so with great calm, not out of politeness but to see the terror grow on my face. Meanwhile, in the main lobby, a level 3 inquired about me. "Did you see a Grace Allenby today? She should've come in without a male escort, with a redheaded slut probably." "I don't think so. Unless... Uh oh" "Uh oh what?" "Jim took two sluts into the guard's lounge a few minutes ago. I didn't hear their names, but it was a blonde I'd never seen before with a redhead." "Get the Key" The level 3 got there just as Jim was ramming an incredibly long dildo as deep as possible. "Step away from her Jim" Jim recoiled, "Mr. Carter! What seems to be the problem?" "You just raped a level 5 executive is the problem." "I'm sorry; I'll apologize to him for using his secretary right away." "No, she IS the executive. She used to be George Allenby but lost in a match where her opponent took steroids and died during his change. We restored most of the mind, but the body stayed between normal and all out fucktoy" I could almost hear Jim's fear build inside, could see his jaw drop farther than possible, feel his heart beat increase to 300 beats per minute, he was toast. Mr. Carter untied me and left Jim locked inside for the time being. Mitch took Geena's body to the company nurse, and she looked to already be coming out of it. I was still visibly shaken. "I apologize, Grace. You can be sure he'll be fired and prosecuted to the fullest extent of the law. Would you like to go home? I'm sure we can start everything off tomorrow." "That fucking slimebag! I wish he was my slave so I could shove that dildo up his ass until it came out his mouth! I cannot believe we would employ such an idiotic sleazebag to protect us!" I wasn't thinking rationally, I was out of my mind with anger, confusion, and a host of other emotions from the incident and the entire week. It all came out. "Did you say you wanted him as a slave?" Carter asked. "Yes, I want him to pay forever for what he did." "If you'll follow me we can arrange that." I was shocked. You say strange things under stress. Before I knew it we were standing in front of Jim, who was sitting and visibly shaken. I'm sorry, you look like a fucktoy. Wait, that's not what I meant to say." "Silence!" Mr. Carter boomed, "Your punishment has been decided. Once Wendell arrives it will be carried out." "Who's Wendell?" Jim asked. Wendell walked in an hour later in his entire robed splendor. He carried with him a few arcane items and sat them on the table. He looked like he always looked; a strange combination of intense thought and indifference to the world around him. "What is Wendell going to do to him?" I whispered to Mr. Carter. "Jim is going to be your slave," He replied. "What? How? Is that possible?" I stammered. "Mason & Mason uses several spells to achieve the current method of promotion. One magically links a couple so that the wife becomes a slave or master like the husband. I remembered that you won a bachelor slave at one point, is that correct?" "Yes, I think she's cleaning toilets now." "In any case, we simply bond Jim with that slave, and he becomes your slave as well. Jim has no wife or children according to our personnel files. I assumed you would enjoy a male slave, but we can make him female if you want." "No, male is fine. Anything you can do to make him a better male, if you get me" Wendell, who was listening in, chuckled with Carter on that one, "I'd like to, but not possible with this spell" This entire time, Jim is in the room and by now is whimpering in his chair. Wendell had a good bit of smoke going in his little pot and the chanting began. Wendell threw some paper and some dust into the flames and my attention turned to Jim. He had stopped whimpering and stood straight ahead. Wendell stopped chanting, the smoke dissipated, and Mr. Carter untied my new slave. Jim immediately fell to his knees and begged my forgiveness. "You can start your penance by letting me take a look at my new toy's naked form," I said. Jim eagerly removed his uniform to reveal his sculpted body and impressive unit. "Pleasure me orally, but do not get an erection." Jim slowly removed my skirt and panties and began to lap at my pussy. He wasn't quite as good as my female slaves, but it still relieved some stress. "Enough, you may now get an erection and fuck me, but do not ejaculate unless I allow it." "Yes mistress" The only other time I had a real live dick inside me was after my victory, and I was so flush with adrenaline and hormones it was a blur. It was absolutely wonderful being pounded by a warm, throbbing cock. Michelle's strap-on was no substitute. I was in my own little pleasure world when my inner slave came out. "Cum in meeeeeeee!" Another great sensation as I caught my breath on top of his deflating member. I looked up to see Mr. Carter grinning at me, "enjoying yourself?" The fucking had only increased my lust as I attacked his pants, pulling them off to reveal a tasty footlong. I swallowed the whole thing somehow and began working on it. Mr. Carter was guiding my head and making moans of encouragement. He exploded in my mouth and I lapped up all I could. "Wow, you're pretty good. Maybe it was a mistake to give you back your brains." I wasn't really paying attention; I just lay on the floor moaning blissfully. As much as I controlled my fate, there was still a major part of me that needed to be a slave. Well, I'm sure Michelle won't mind dominating me on a regular basis. I eventually got up and put my clothes back on. Mr. Carter and Jim got themselves decent as well. We walked out and back into the atrium. "I hope you're satisfied with the situation Grace," Mr. Carter said. "Oh yes, Jim will be getting quite the workout," I grinned. "I know it's supposed to be your first day, but under the circumstances I think you can go home now. I'll call for your driver to pull up in front; your other slave should be out any moment." "Thank you, sir." "I think you can call me William now." I smiled as William went back upstairs. Geena came a few minutes later with her arm in a sling. She saw Jim beside me and looked absolutely mortified. "Grace, what is he doing here?" "He's mine now; He'll be living with us from now on. Wendell made him a slave." "Really?" "Yes, and when we get home, Jim is going to apologize to you for a very long time." Geena grinned more than I thought possible and said, "Thank you very much." The car pulled up soon after. I got in the front seat while my slaves got in the back. The ride back was filled with the sounds of Jim's apology. Of course, this translated to a lot of screaming on Geena's part. All in all, a pretty good day. *** We were back home by lunch. When I opened the back door, Geena had a big smile on her face. Jim was sitting on the other side of the bench, and I could see the fear in his eyes. He's afraid of having sex with a dozen different women as his job, isn't that something? Sharon dropped us off and pulled the car in while the three of us entered the front door. I told Geena to gather all the slaves in the den for a little afternoon treat. She gave me a grin as Jim followed me down. The "Den" was one of my favorite places to screw slaves, when I was male. The slaves all knew that a trip to the den meant a chance to fuck their master. Of course, Jim could only guess at his fate. We got into the den and I found a collar I used on slaves every now and then. Jim had a mighty thick neck, but it fit snuggly. I leashed him to a column in the middle of the room and waited for the slaves to arrive. In the mean time, I removed all his clothes. One by one they came in and gasped at the man tied up. I instructed them to sit and wait for the others. All the slaves living on grounds were present within 15 minutes. "Ladies, I'd like you to meet Jim. Jim has been very naughty, and as a result, will be spending his life with us. He's your toy girls, and since this is his first day, he gets to fuck every last one of you. Now Jim, I don't want you cumming and making my girls all messy, do you understand?" "Yes Mistress" "Good, you can just be a hot dildo for your fellow slaves for the next, oh, 6 hours. I hope you can stand it. Girls, please take turns, I don't want anybody being a cock-hog now." They all grinned as I motioned for Jean, the gardener, to come up and take her turn. Normally I would've stayed and joined in on the fun, but I felt like crap. I walked out of the room as the slaves began to disrobe, make an order, and Jean started moaning with pleasure. I ran myself a bath complete with lotions and other things I hadn't appreciated before. I slinked into the large tub and let the warm water seep into me. I couldn't help but rub at my crotch as my body responded to the immersion. I must've fallen asleep in there. I was woken up by a tongue darting into my mouth and a hand at my breast. I opened my eyes to see Michelle giving me a wake-up call. She had stripped naked and joined me in the tub. I returned her caresses with equal aplomb as the water began splashing out of the tub. After a quick orgasm or two, we emerged to dry each other off. All that time in the tub left me really pruney, and Michelle snickered at my "old lady hands" Now in bathrobes, Michelle began the questions, "Whose tied up in the den crying?" "Oops, he should be really tired by now." I went over and saw Jim still tied to the post, tears of pain streaming down is cheeks, lips quivering, and fists clenched. He had been used for hours without release, and he could barely contain his load. "It looks like you've been busy. I bet you'd like some release." Jim feebly nodded his head. "Well, I'm not sure you've learned your lesson. You were so eager to use your cock before; I need to be sure you've learned a lesson about focusing on your own pleasure." "Please Mistress, let me cum," Jim weakly got it past his lips and I began to take pity on him. As much as he had hurt me, and as much as he deserved retribution, this was too much. "You may release now" He didn't even have to touch his dick before a hot wad exploded out. Jim's entire body reacted to it, as if the semen was being stored in every orifice. He breathed a sigh of relief and a smile crossed his face. I saw some of his semen left on the tip and lost it. I despised him, but couldn't help but go for cum. I licked it off and rolled it around in my mouth. I sucked his cock dry, despite its limp state. Half of me was disgusted that I couldn't control my urges enough to resist a limp cock, and the other half felt... content. I wiped my mouth and unhooked Jim from the post. I left the leash on though. I dragged him out of the room and towards my bedroom "I have someone you need to meet." Michelle was understandably confused at the sight of a naked man on a leash being held by her lover. I went through the story, pausing to alleviate her concerns when I got to the rape. Jim stood still, even when I went through the most recent events of his day. By the end, Michelle was eager to try him out. I'd like to think it was the novelty of a male slave instead of any displeasure with my fellatio talents. Michelle got it good that night. I let her monopolize Jim while I assisted in increasing Michelle's experience. I let Jim go off every now and then; even he deserved a little treat like any other slave. Michelle and I ended the night in each other's arms with Jim laying like a pet at the foot of our bed. I awoke the next day refreshed. Damn, I love that part of being a sex slave. I still, to this day, cannot get over always waking up perky. Carly was prepared, as usual, with a continental breakfast for me this time. I nibbled on my fruit cup while Carly once again serviced me. Michelle could've used another, oh, 14 hours of sleep, but her office was farther away than mine and she had to get there at eight instead of nine. Michelle got herself ready eventually and we kissed each other good-bye. "Don't go seducing any more security guards!" she yelled back at me just within earshot. I smiled and looked down at the foot of my bed to see Jim getting up. He was still naked, still had the collar on, and still had only the uniform he came here with available. As much as I would've liked a naked man around, this wouldn't do. I called Mia. Mark had done modeling in his youth. He used that money to get a business degree and a job at Mason & Mason. Well, until Brian pinned him. Mark had become Mia but retained a fine sense of male fashion. She had bought most of my wardrobe before it ceased to fit me. Unfortunately, Jim was 7 inches shorter than the old me with a slighter build so my old clothes wouldn't do. I ordered him into a T-shirt and some sweats when Mia entered. "I expected Jim's need for a new wardrobe, Grace. We have an appointment with a tailor at ten. What to you want him to wear?" "Well, he'll need a butler get up, some more casual things for around the house or errands, and the rest I'll leave to your taste. Jim, I want you to obey Mia's commands until you return." The three of us knew what that meant, which put a smile on Mia's and my faces. Jim had gotten dressed and dutifully followed Mia. I also got up and went to get dressed. A little shower, a little self-pleasure, and I was ready. I found what Michelle had laid out for me and got dressed. It was a bit more conservative than yesterday's get-up, probably a good idea considering. I had Geena help me with a little make-up and we were ready to go. I let Geena lick at me this time on the way in. She was very pleased to do so again. I had enough and lifted her off with plenty of time to recover and reapply some smeared make-up. Sharon got us to the front door again and we entered the front atrium. Mitch was working the security desk now. If I had to explain his reaction to seeing me stroll in, I'd have to say, "Scared shitless". I grinned at him, which only served to stoke his anxiety. "Ma'am, May I see your ID badge?" "Well, I still haven't been issued a new one," I said and handed him my old card. I ran my finger along his hand when it got close and he pulled his back really quick. Geena saw it happen and had to restrain her laughter. "Umm, umm, I need to have an ID change approved by your supervisor. You can wait in the lounge over there." "Thanks Mitch, you're a doll," I winked as I turned to walk away. Geena obviously watched long enough to see Mitch's reaction, judging by the wild giggling behind me. I found a table as Geena ordered us some coffee. I glanced over to see Mitch dabbing his brow with a hanky. I felt bad about getting such a reputation, but there wasn't much I could do. I caught a few of the guys in the lounge staring at me and I flashed a smile back at them. Flirting is so fun! Geena returned with our coffee and we sipped it together. The lounge had a window to the lobby and we chatted like girlfriends, sizing up the man meat coming in to work. We had been sitting for about 10 minutes when an old friend came by." "Hello Grace. Nice to see you again." "William! The pleasure is all mine." "For now." The three of us chuckled at his joke, even if we knew there was a grain of truth to it. "Actually, I need you to come and get your new ID set up." "So you're my supervisor?" He nodded, "Yup, the opening was on my staff. One of my prot?g?s is with a level 4 now." I knew what he meant. I had underlings who had lost before. It was strange feeling, almost like losing a prized pupil. "I'm sorry to hear it. Well, 'I'm ready for my close up Mr. Demille.'" There was a little room with a camera set up and a laminating machine on the second floor. Mr. Carter operated the controls on the camera. I thought it was strange that a high-level executive would be snapping photos, but what do I know? I got in front of the screen and smiled for the camera. Mr. Carter angled the camera and smiled at the computer screen in front of him. He snapped one and I ran over to take a look. "I think you missed my face." William had a very nice close-up of my breasts on his screen. "If you wanted to do that kind of photography, you should've asked," Hormones got the better of me as I unbuttoned my top. He pulled me close and we kissed as my blouse fell to the floor. I managed to undo his belt as the rest of my clothes were quickly coming off. We disengaged long enough to remove our underwear and fall to the ground. William was absolutely wonderful. I almost passed out with pleasure. He seemed to be enjoying himself as well. I screamed with a high squeal as his seed flooded my nether regions. I dismounted and lay down beside him. "We still need a photo, don't we?" I smiled at Mr. Carter and got up in front of the screen again. I tried what I could with my hair as William aimed the camera for a mug shot this time. He snapped the picture and I went to take a look. He had gotten enough of my shoulders to make it appear that I was naked, which I truly was anyway. I had the post-coitus glow and a mischievous smile. It looked like something in a stroke magazine. I gave Mr. Carter a peck on the cheek and put my clothes back on. By the time I had buttoned up he was handing me a laminated card with "Grace Allenby" emblazoned on it. I gave him a last kiss and bounded back downstairs to pick up Geena. She noticed my disheveled appearance right away, "There are other ways to say thank you, you know," She grinned. I gave her a little raspberry and handed over my newly minted ID. "Damn!" she gasped, "the security guards are in for a treat, aren't they?" I blushed and swiped it back. Geena just giggled. "Be careful, or you'll have cleanup duty for the next orgy by yourself." That shut her up. We went back to Mitch and he nearly had a heart attack from my photo. He managed to maintain composure long enough to direct us to my new office on the 34th floor. I'm sure he needed oxygen later. I exited the elevator to my new environs. The secretary had been briefed of my arrival and was waiting for me. She was the standard bimbo, long curly blonde hair, legs like you wouldn't believe. I might have to try her out sometime. "Hello, my name is Stacy, I'm the head secretary for Mr. Carter's department. Let me show you to your new office" She was really nervous; probably because she wasn't used to talking with a female superior. "Relax, I'm a little familiar with how you are." I gave her a wink and she eased up. "I want you to think of me as a friend as well as a boss. I understand how this can be a little weird." "Yeah, it's like, so cool having a chick in here. All the girls in the typing pool think it's totally awesome. Here's your office. Mr. Carter wants to introduce you to the department after lunch, and welcome aboard Mrs. Allenby." "Thank you," I replied as she turned and sashayed down the hall on her 5 inch heels. Geena took her spot in the small personal waiting room while I entered my new office. It was huge. It was also decorated with a man in mind. When they cleared out this man's office, they didn't bother to remove the boar's heads or replace all the dark wood. I looked like a sore thumb standing there in my peach outfit. I sat down in my chair and turned on the computer. I logged into my e-mail and caught up on some things. I answered 3 days worth of messages until lunchtime rolled around. Geena had ordered us Chinese. We ate it together, and then she ate me. By the time we had cleaned up Stacy was knocking at the door to call us for William's staff meeting. These were pretty common, usually. A new executive comes in and about 12 of his closest new co-workers are present to get acquainted and to get briefed on new responsibilities. Of course, usually this is all guys. Because it's all guys, the personal secretaries are invited. You should know what that means. I entered and almost everyone was already there. I could see bobbing blondes beneath the big oak table working on their master's members madly (sorry for the alliteration). They all looked at me nervously, and some even pushed off their secretaries. I rolled my eyes a little and pushed Geena beneath my spot at the table. There was an almost audible sigh of relief as I hiked up my skirt and made Geena take a second helping of pussy. We even chatted as our secretaries "worked". Of course, this was more like flirting than the last few times I got promoted. Mr. Carter entered the room and we all got our britches back in place. "Gentlemen, I'd like to introduce you to our newest teammate, Grace Allenby." There was a small applause as I took a bow. "Yes, now I don't want you treating her like a slave. She's as much an executive and as smart as any of us here. That being said, Grace, why don't you say a few words?" I hadn't prepared anything. "Hi, umm, my name is Grace, it used to be George. I specialize in Medical accounting, so at least I know how my new plumbing works." I got a good, ice-breaking chuckle. "I'm looking forward to continuing my work here. I'm married, but she's very open..." I winked and got another chuckle. "Seriously, I want to prove that I can still do this job and contribute to making this the most profitable department of Mason & Mason. Thank you" I got another round of applause and took my seat. The men took turns introducing themselves and cracking wise at my "condition". My favorite was comparing my chest to inflation. Nothing mean, just bonding. I was surprised that no one sneered at me. We returned to our offices and I started calling clients telling them who their new representative at Mason & Mason was. I got all the way down the list just before quitting time. Geena had my briefcase packed and we headed home. On the way down the hall I ran into Doug Adams, another level 5. He had the cutest face and was absolutely ripped. "Hey, Grace. Have a good first day?" "Yeah, better than some. Definitely better than I expected." "Want to make it better?" He smiled and motioned back into his office. I returned a devilish grin and joined him. Hey, you've got to have a good working relationship with your co-workers, right? Well, he sure went to work on me! I never went for another promotion. The people in my department, including Doug, moved on. He's in the typing pool now, I believe. I stayed youthful well beyond my age, another "gift" from the ol' fucktoy magic. Michelle and I are still together, and still in love. I love happy endings, don't you?