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"DANA'S ACCOUNT"
by Patricia Violet.
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I sat across from Ms.Armstrong's empty desk almost shaking with
fear. Beads of sweat covered my entire body even though I was
sitting in a cool air conditioned room. I was in for it this time.
I was goin to lose my job over this.
See, my Aunt got me this job as an assistant to her friend Lisa
Armstrong, who is an accountant who runs her own small firm. My
Aunt hooked me up with this job after I had failed out of college
and then lost my job at a paper-making mill where I worked after my
school days had ended. I am still young, but too old to be
depending on my Aunt to make ends meet. Luckily, she managed to get
me a job working under Ms. Armstrong, who pays me well, but is a
very strict woman to work for. My Aunt warned me that there would
be serious consequences if I messed this one up. And I have
definately messed up.
One of Ms. Armstrong's most important clients (and wealthiest), the
Burns family, often sends their young daughter Adrienne to do
business for them at the firm. Adrienne is a petite brunette and
one of the most beautiful girls I have ever seen. Today when she
came by, I did my best to be flirtatious with her and asked her out
on a date. When she replied that she would never date a man who has
fallen to such lows that he must hold a woman's job like Secretary,
I made several rude comments back to her.
Ms. Armstrong must have received a call from the Burns' on her cell
phone. She called my desk a few minutes earlier and sternly told me
to be waiting in her office for her when she returned from lunch.
Now all I could do was sit here and await my fate.
A few minutes went by before I heard the door open behind me and
the click-clack of Ms. Armstrong's high heels. She passed by my
chair and placed a firm finely manicured hand on my shoulder and
then took her seat behind her desk.
Lisa Armstrong is a beautiful and intimidating woman. She is 5'11''
(2 inches taller than I am) and often wears three or four inch
heels that make her tower above me. With long, wavy blonde hair and
large plump breasts to compliment her long legs and tight butt, it
always surprised me how a woman so beautiful could remain single
into her late thirties. I always thought itmust be because she was
too preoccupied with her career. She ran her own small firm very
well and got along fabulously with her clients. Ms. Armstrong
always dressed in a manner that matched her beauty but always left
her looking most professional.Her work wardrobe was comprised
mostly of skirtsuits and silky blouses, and of course always, long,
sheer stockings and a smart and sexy pair of high heels.
It must have been this extreme competence and success coupled with
such unnatural beauty, that made her so intimidating to me. She
knew that I was a bit scared of her and seemed to enjoy this aspect
of our employer/employee relationship. She always told me what to
do very sternly and expected me to act quickly and efficiently or
she would scold me in her office.
Now, though, it was all over. She stared at me with a deadly look
from across the desk for a moment, then began to speak. "I hired
you as a favor to your Aunt, Daniel." She was constantly reminding
me of this. "And you have repeatedly let me down. Your actions
today, especially, were piggish and unacceptable. I promised your
aunt I wouldn't do this, but now you must face the consequences,
and I'm sure she will understand." Here it goes, I thought. She
paused for a moment, and what happened next was very surprising.
She pointed next to her behind the desk and said, "Come here and
face me." Confused but not wanting to lose my job, I quickly obeyed
my beautiful boss. I stood there facing her, and suddenly she
grabbed me with both her hands around my biceps and pulled me down
across her lap with surprising strength and ease. Stunned from
disbelief in the situation I was in, my body did not know how to
react. Ms. Armstrong reached with one hand to the front of my
pants, while the other held me firmly over her knees, and began to
undo my belt. She finished undoing my pants and forcefully jerked
them and my boxer shorts down to my knees. I heard her open a desk
drawer and remove something from inside.
Finally gaining control of myself, I started to struggle from her
grasp, but I was already in too helpless of a position, and this
woman was stronger then me. She began speaking again, "You have
acted like a naughty little boy and thus shall be punished like
one. Then we will take necessary steps to ensure it does not occur
again." At that point she let out an uncharacteristic girlish
giggle. "Tehe. And if you plan on keeping your job, YOU WILL STOP
STRUGGLING WITH ME NOW!" I let out a soft whimper and went limp. I
noticed,however, that I was not entirely limp. I had a massive
erection. Very confused at the prospect but entirely certain of it,
I was thoroughly enjoying the torture at the hands of my boss. She
laughed again, this time in a domineering manner, and reached down
and pulled at my erect cock. "Enjoying this are we? I thought you
would. You always did seem to enjoy the way I treated you like a
doormat around here." And she was right. I thought about it and had
to agree with her. I had always been secretly aroused and performed
more efficiently when Ms. Armstrong scolded and and was harshto me.
"Now, on with your punishement," she whispered huskily in my ear.
"I want you to count off every strike with this paddle to help you
better remember what happens when you're bad." And from the moment
she put me down across her knees, I knew it was coming. She raised
her arm and brought down somethig flat and hard against my rear
end. Most likely a paddle of some kind.
The paddle hit me with a loud, stinging whack. "One!" I gasped out
in pain. Another strike: "TWO!"
Ms. Armstrong began to talk as she issued my punishment and I
continued counting with every painful, yet sensual, thump. "This is
only the beginning of your reform, Daniel, but judging from
your....uhh, response so far, I'm sure you will enjoy yourself.
Have you had enough yet?"
"Yes, Ms. Armstrong," I replied quickly.
"Hmmmm, one more then." And she brought down the paddle with one
final firm smack on my pink ass. And you will no longer refer to me
as Ms. Armstsong. From this day forward I am Mistress Lisa."
"TWENTY-ONE!" I moaned through gritted teeth. She let me up, then.
I slowly and dizzily stood up. My head was swimming from a mix of
excitement and fear. My cockstuck out and throbbed awkwardly while
I stood before my tormentor. It was already dripping with pre-cum.
Embarrassed, I reached down to pull up my pants.
"DON'T YOU DARE PULL THOSE UP, YET!!!" Mistress Lisa scolded me,
and I quickly obeyed. "I am nowhere near through torturing you
pathetic little dicky. And how very rude of you not to thank your
Mistress after She caringly administers you punishment for your
wrongdoing. I can see we have a long way to go."
"Yes Mistress, very sorry," I whimpered quickly.
Then she realized there was a small wet spot on the front of her
skirt. "What is this?" she said disgustedly and pointed to it. It
was pre-cum fromwhere my stiff cock had rubbed against her leg as
she spanked me. With every stroke of the paddle my ectasy had risen
closer to climax. A few more swats and I would have came all over
her black and white ensamble.
She grabbed me by my balls and pulled me towards her chair. "CLEAN
IT UP! WITH YOUR TONGUE." Not wanting to disobey my MIstress, I
bent down and stuck out my tongue. I touched the soft, smooth
material of her skirt with my taste buds and slurped up the small
spot of my salty, wet juices. I would have never have thought it,
but this too increased my pleasure. How could it feel so good to be
humiliated and dominated by this gorgeous woman.It seemed so
natural.
Then, she issued her next command. "Lay down here on your back in
front of me." I answered with a quick, "Yes Mistress Lisa" and did
as told. I felt like a little puppy dog awaiting a tummy rub from
her master as I lay at Mistress Lisa's feet while she sat in her
desk chair. She removed her four inch heels from each foot and
placed both her stockinged feet on my abdomen. "Since we are almost
out of time for today, I will be nice and take care of your needs.
But tomorrow, a new life starts for you. Understand?"
Full of anxiety for the future and pleasure that this wonderful
creature was touching me I closed my eyes and moaned, "Thank you,
Mistress."
She slid her left foot up to my mouth and ordered me to massage it
with my tongue. I took her stockinged toes in my mouth and began to
do my best to please my boss. She slid her right foot down my
abdomen and began to quickly bounce my hard cock against my
abdomen. The feeling of the soft hosiery against my member had a
magnificent effect. I sucked her toes and ran my tongue along them
as she began to massage my dick with her other foot faster and more
viguously. She leaned back in her chair and moaned, apparently
enjoying herself. Seeing my Mistress so pleased had a weird effect
on me. My arousal heightened and I came all over her stockinged
right foot. At that instant she caught all of my seed on her foot
and then swung her swivel chair around so that her right foot was
by my mouth also. "Finish the massage," she said quietly. I eagerly
took the end her wet right foot into my mouth and licked and sucked
all of my juices off her toes until her soft, stockinged foot was
as clean as my tongue could manage.
"One more thing before you go," she spoke in a soft, but still
dominating tone. She stood up and removed a pair black silky bakini
style panties from underneath her skirt. "You are to wear these
home tonight and in to work tomorrow." As she handed them to me I
could feel their dampness and smell her sultry scent on them. I
obediently removed my pants and boxers from around my ankles and
pulled the silky undies up my legs. They fit snugly around my hips
and cock with a snap of the elastic wasteband. The soft silk
against my ass and dick felt so good, and I immediately returned to
attention. Mistress Lisa giggled again at this and picked up my
boxers and threw them in the trash. "And when you go home tonight,
Dana, you can do the same with the rest of your underwear." I went
home to follow Mistress' orders.
***
Epilogue:
It has been almost a year since Mistress Lisa has took control of
my life. I now wear women's clothes both to work and at home. The
soft, sheer hosiery and silky panties that felt so good to me that
first day, are now a small pleasure I enjoy every morning as I get
dressed for work. I even sleep in frilly babydoll nightgowns.
Mistress was also right about my Aunt's (who knew all along about
Mistress' Lisa's "hobbies" with men) response to her decision to
transform me. I do all the housework at her house now, dressed in
a stylish little French Maid's outfit, complete with a big bowed
lacy apron and matching maid's cap. I prepare all of my Aunt's
meals and wait on her hand and foot. She has become a second
Mistress to me, although I address her, as directed, Auntie
Victoria with every curtsy. MIstress Lisa also has me on strict
hormone therapy that has molded my figure into girlish curves and
given me two small breasts to fill out my bras, corsets, and camis.
I shave all my body hair and had a perm put in my now long, flowing
auburn hair. Mistress Lisa has turned me into the complete
sissified male. I have become a shy, polite young lady under her
expert guidance and discipline. And of course, my desk's name plate
and office stationary now read "Dana Fritz -- Secretary," rather
than Daniel.
I sasheyed in to work one day, looking my absolute best, because I
knew that Adrienne Burns, or Miss Burns, as I respectfully
addressed her now, was coming in to visit me. She found my
transformation a constant source of humor. She stopped in every
Friday to check on her parents' account and ridicule me.
It was some time after lunch when she stopped in for my weekly
teasing. "Get me some coffee, Sissy Dana," she commanded upon her
entrance.
"Yes, Miss Burns," I answered in a girlish squeal and jumped to
obey. I minced over to the coffee pot in my three inch heels. I
stood there waiting for it to brew. Miss Burns crept up behind me
and reached underneath my short red miniskirt to massage my cock,
which I had obediently tucked down, as Mistress Lisa always
instructed, into my pink frilly sissy panties.
"You still lust for me, eh Sissy-girl?" she whispered in my ear.
"Aren't you gonna make your panties wet for your favorite client?"
And she stood there with one arm holding up my swooning girlish
body while she rubbed my hard panties with the other. Her hand
stroked and rubbed faster and faster, always gaining in force,
until she could feel me come inside of my lacy dainties. "Good
girl," she whispered soothingly in my ear as I moaned and gasped
for breath. She gave my cock one final tough squeeze before
withdrawing.
"The point of my visit today, believe it or not, was not to touch
your li'l sissy cunt. But," she added, "I just couldn't help myself
when I saw how much effort you put into whoring yourself up for me
today." I blushed at this. These where glittering compliments to my
silly sissified mind. "More to the point, my cousin Jonathan just
broke up with his girlfriend last night and is looking for a one
night stand tonight on the rebound. I told him I knew a little slut
who worked for my parents' accountant who would suck his cock
tonight guaranteed. He'll pick you up at the end of the shift." She
smiled and winked at me as she finished, as if daring me to object
to the evening she had planned out for her favorite sissy.
Mistress Lisa had ordered me to do whatever Miss Burns said, so all
I could do was comply. I would do anything Adrienne asked anyway,
no matter what. "Why yes Miss Burns, I would love to go to on a
date with your cousin Jonathan this evening," I said helplessly.
"And suck his cock. You'd love to suck his cock, too." she added
for me. "Say it!"
"I would love to suck his cock, Miss Burns," I sobbed out as tears
rose up in my eyes. Oh what torture at the hands of such goddesses!
And I just couldn't get enough of it!
She laughed at my helpless plight. "And oh, slutty lips?"
"Yes?"
"Don't forget to lick your panties clean before he comes to pick
you up."
"Yes, ma'am!" It was all I could say. My life was now controlled by
these women. I was their total sissy slave to do whatever they
please with. And honestly, it's my pleasure to do anything for them
"THE END"
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