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This story needs a little introduction first. I am Chris, or shall I say Chrissy? I have a friend in Belgian. Her name is Sarah, she is a 30 years old woman. I have never met her before but we for about 6 years we are sharing our fetish (bondage, hosiery, cross-dressing in my case) by writing mails to each other. One of my hobbies is to make fakes with me as feminised cross-dresser and her, Sarah as pretty damsel in distress or as dominant woman having fun by humiliating sissified Chrissy. (the fact that I love doing fake my is important to understand the beginning of the story). Sarah, on the other hand, is in my opinion a fantastic story- writer. So the story below consists of three parts or three mails she has sent to me. I asked her if I can post it to Fictionmania (because actually it is her story) and she agreed it but asked me to do under my name. Please consider that either for me or for her, English is not our mother- tongue, but still is the language we have to share our mails. First mail: Chrissy humiliation - part one Chrissy, "Come here and sit down on your knees, Sissy boss," are the first words you hear when entering your office after lunchtime on Friday. You look up with surprise and want to start making a loud scene until you notice the fake picture that I'm holding in your direction with yourself dressed as a cute lady! "Well, come on, on your knees, Sissy," I insist, "or should I call in the rest of the office workers and show them these cute pictures you're saving on your harddisk." You're pretty upset, but also too embarrassed to object, because one thing is for sure, you would never like to have everybody in the office know that you like to fancy yourself dressed in woman's clothes. So, with a little bit of hesitation you obey my orders and you get down on your knees in front of me. "What are you going to do to me, do you want money, I can give you salary increase and give you a promotion, but please don't tell everyone about my secret desires..." "I'll give you five minutes to cancel all your appointments for today and I expect you to go down to the parking lot with me after that. If you don't do that or if you try to warn anyone, I'll send the female sissy picture to all the employees e-mail addresses." You start making some phone calls, instructing your secretary Eve to cancel all your appointments and after a few minutes we both start walking to the elevator and to the parking lot. "I guess we'll take your car, hand me over the keys." You refuse at first, but after reminding you about the pictures you give in and hand me over the keys. "Okay, Chrissy time to turn around and put your hands on your back!" You hesitate at first, but eventually turn around and to your big surprise the next thing you know I've picked up some rope from my purse and am starting to wrap it all around your wrists. "Oh my God, what are you doing?" you're asking in surprise. "Don't worry Chrissy, do as I tell you and everything will be fine and your secret will be safe. I'm just gonna have some fun with you today, making up for the many rude and degrading comments you gave to the females at the office over the last few years." "But don't worry, you might even enjoy it, as I really have big plans with you... you might even end up wearing some woman's clothes." "No, no..." you start to protest, but at the same time I've picked up one of my panties and stuff them inside your mouth. The black scarf I'm wearing comes in handy to complete the gag! As you're effectively gagged I open the trunk of your car. "Get inside the trunk you sissy, we've got a long ride ahead and I don't wont you to be seen with me in the car!" You gave me a pleading look, but I showed you the sissy picture once more and in the trunk you went. I settled myself into the driver's seat and headed of to my headquarters (cottage in the woods) to begin operation 'Sissy Chrissy humiliation." After a long ride with some bumpy roads the last few minutes, you notice that I finally stop the car and turn of the engine, you're relieved to finally see the trunk open op and to get some fresh air. I help you out of the car, but to make thing worse, we only approach the cottage after I've blindfolded you. "Hi, you really did it," a voice yells out as we enter the cottage. You start to get worried as the voice seems pretty familiar and indeed when the blindfold and ropes are removed you see that your personal secretary Eve, a pretty 28 years old blonde woman, also joined the "party." "Now Chrissy, we'll have some fun. In the bedroom there are several outfits nicely sorted out. It's your job to try them all seven on, give us a little private fashion show and we will decide which one suits you best. Hurry, hurry, what are you waiting for! Let's go, we always have to jump for you as well!" We're amazed by seeing you in all these sexy, slutty outfits and after two or three outfits we already realise that it will be hard to pick out the one outfit for you to wear! They all look a bit trashy, slutty and perfect for what we had in mind: humiliation. After the first round we decided we had a brief deliberation and decided to narrow down our options to three outfits. But we couldn't make up our mind yet, so we decided to make you wear them all three again! The first looked really lovely. We watched you move with the white lycra dress, white knee high boots and tanned pantyhose, but decided not to go with this one as still had a bit too much class for your humiliation. We were looking for something more sluttish. The choice between the blue jeans short and white top, black top and black mini dress and even more between the white over the knee boots and tanned pantyhose and the black high heels with black pantyhose was really hard. But finally we decided that you could keep on the black top and latex mini dress combined with black pantyhose and black high heels . You clearly had some trouble walking on the high heels as your legs kept on trembling a little, but once you had your red-haired wig on we were ready to go out. We were really happy with the result and using some stockings to fill up the breasts really made it hard to see whether you're a guy or a girl. Off course we also epilated your legs and armpits first! "Let's make some fun now Chrissy, shall we," I said as I blindfolded you again as we were gonna make a short car ride again. This time you could sit in front of the car and as soon as were far enough away and inside heavy traffic, we removed your blindfold." We headed towards a big shopping mall, and as it was packed with people looking for Christmas gift, we were that Chrissy would the in the spotlight. "Okay sissy slut, we're gonna go shopping and we've made a little shopping list for you. We're not gonna leave this place until you've completed your shopping. We'll be watching you all the time, but don't expect any help from us. You're on your own! Here's the list: - a bottle of per perfume, vanilla flavour for the both of us - knee high boots size 41 for yourself - a nice set of lingerie including bra, stockings and garter belt As we entered the shopping mall, we followed you from a distance and we couldn't help but noticing people's reaction when they walked past you: some people kept staring at you, some gave you an embarrassing look, we once saw a group of girls passing by starting to giggle once they passed you. It must have been really awkward for you feeling all those eyes pointing at your body and legs. Your first task didn't seem that difficult, but as you entered the perfume store, you didn't really know what kind of perfume to choice. After a while a sales lady joined and asked whether she could help. You tried to speak with a feminine voice as much as possible and asked some perfume with vanilla flavour. You weren't sure whether she noticed something strange, but you did start to blush a little and started to get pretty warm. The saleslady turned away and returned with a couple of bottles vanilla flavoured perfumes. You tried them all and did some small talk and you decided which perfume to buy. You felt relieved after leaving the store, but you weren't confident about what kind of impression you must have left. The saleslady of course figured out that there was something strange about you as you clearly had no experience in trying out perfumes. And as we were still in the shop while you left, we noticed her calling two of her colleagues and pointing at you, before the three of them started to giggle and laugh. The next stop was the shoe store, and this time you made the right choice to go the a big shop in which you could easily fit on and try some shoes yourself, instead of going to a small shoe store. Less lucky was the fact that the big shoe store was on the third floor and you had to take some roller stairs. We followed you from close but we couldn't help noticing that a single somewhat older guy was following you up from right behind you as well. He was clearly checking out your bottom and legs and he must have really had his lucky day being able to follow you three floors up. At one stage we even thought he was gonna try and touch your legs. Hopefully he didn't notice your face and found out you were a guy! The boots shopping went smooth, you only had to say a few words when paying. And you even seemed to enjoy yourself as you fitted on four different pairs before making your final selection. We did however notice some strange looks from other customers when they saw you walking in the boots, as it really looked clumsy and even a little bit foolish...The lingerie shop was something else, but this time you did a great voice effort and the sales lady really seemed to get away with it. You did however started to get embarrassed when the lady asked you what bra and panties size you were looking for, but you did some quick thinking and remembered Eve's size. The saleslady helped you find a few nice sets and even offered to have a look at them after you fitted them on. You felt really embarrassed right now, as it would clearly be odd to refuse this offer, but at he same time you couldn't let her find out you were a man. So you decided to decline her offer, telling her that you didn't really need any help. But at that stage, you were convinced that your cover had fallen through. You went into the fitting room and picked out the lingerie set you preferred most. Now you had to pick up all your courage to get into the store again, hoping that the saleslady wouldn't see you again. But bad luck, as you exited the fitting room the same saleslady runs at you again and asks whether you had made up my mind yet. You really felt like wanting to burn in flames or something, but instead you showed her the set you choice. Excellent choice she said and guided you to the counter. Lot's of fun with it, I'm sure your boyfriend will be happy with it. You started blushing as you walked away, being sure that she knew that she just sold some lingerie to a guy in girls clothes, but from our observations the sales lady didn't notice a single thing. You however felt very embarrassed and humiliated. All three of us went back to the car and we congratulated you on successfully completing your tasks. "Well done Chrissy, on to our next stop, fag!" TO BE CONTINUED Your Mistress Sarah Second mail: Chrissy humiliation - part two Hi Chrissy, You really did well at the shopping centre, despite several dozens of strange, wondering, laughing and leg and bottom observing people, because you surely were the centre of all attention. After the shopping mall we returned to the car, we decided to blindfold you and tie your hands to your upper legs to make sure you would stay calm for the drive. But after a little drive you started to ask where we were going and as we didn't wanna spoil the surprise yet, you kept on moaning and moaning about it. "Too bad we don't have any gags around," your secretary said as she was driving the car. "No worries, I replied, I'm sure I can figure something out. I'll always have an extra pair of pantyhose in my purse for security, I can use it to gag him and I'll just pull out the panties I'm wearing to provide some stuffing." And so it happened and you had to sit there in the car blindfolded and choking on my dirty and worn panties for the rest of the drive. "Bet you like the taste of that, make sure those panties are clean when we arrive at our next destination, so don't forget to swallow..., you stupid little bitch" After almost an hour's drive the car finally stopped and we removed your blindfold, gag and wrist bondage. "Ready for a walk on the beach, Chrissy"! "But first you ought to find a beach cabin to get changed. Do you remember the outfit with the white over-the-knee boots, white top, pantyhose and short jeans skirt you tried on in our weekend house in the woods? We brought it along for this little beach trip." We talked you into going to the beach and you immediately stepped up to a beach cabin to get changed. We watched you from a distance, saw how you talked to the renting lady and paid her for the use of the cabin. She was clearly startled by you sluttish clothes and didn't expect anyone coming to the beach dressed like this. As you exited the cabin wearing thigh-high boots and pantyhose she was clearly even more shocked and couldn't hold her laughs. "You really look ridiculous, sure you're going to the beach dressed like that..., you look like a hooker from downtown like this..." You looked very embarrassed by the comments, but couldn't find a reply. Instead, you started running towards the beach and leave this very unfriendly, but to the point lady behind. The beach was rather empty as it was already running late, but you had strict instructions to stay at the beach for two hours before we would pick you up again. We told you that we would go shopping in the mean time, but instead we kept an eye on every ove you with made from a distance. You were walking toward the beach and passed a beach volley field. Seven female lifeguards were playing beach volley as there shift had ended and they were looking for some time to relax. As you passed the field, one of them asked you whether you would like to join the game to balance out the teams and play four by four beach volley. You declined the offer at first, but after some convincing words you decided to join the game. You took out your boots and entered the field still with pantyhose on. You enjoyed the game for a while and no one seemed suspicious about your gender or clothes. But then fate struck as while making a block a player from the opposite team smashed the ball with full force against your head and you were knocked out by the hit. All the lifeguard girls surrounded you as you went to the sand, only to regain consciousness after a few seconds. "Are you alright?" the girl that hit you in the face asked friendly and concerned. "Yeah no problem, everything is fine" you replied as you wanted to get up. At that time something happened as one of the other girls shouted, "Oh my god, it's a man!" The others were surprised at first, but after a brief look they looked at each other and they all seemed to realise that they had been playing beach volley with a sneaky transvestite lurker for half an hour. One of the girls wanted to make sure by reaching out for your breasts. She moved towards your right breast and squeezed her hand firmly around it. "Oh, my God, it really is all stuffing in there. We've been fooled by this sneaky little sissy bitchy boy! Let's pay him a good lesson!" The girls looked at each other again and they all were definitely thinking in the same direction: the direction of the sea. Suddenly fourteen arms and hands grabbed you. You tried to resist but against these even strong ladies you had no chance at all but to be lifted of the sand and carried towards the sea. "This will cool you down, dirty sissy boy, playing beach volley with all us innocent girls, and checking out her bodies from close range. It's time for a cold plunge into the sea, you piece of shit." The girls threw you into the cold water still wearing you're white top, short jeans and shiny nude pantyhose. You tried to get up but the girls were all over you, holding your arms, pantyhosed legs and chest and tripping you into the water, holding your head under the water for many, many times. You feared for you life, but you did have to admit that you liked the girls hands touching your legs and body and luckily after what seemed like eternity they finished tripping and drowning you. "We can't leave him here like this, can we?" one of the girls said. "I've god a perfect idea!" a second lifeguard picked in. "Get some rope from our headquarters; we'll make the sissy suffer just a little longer. The girls escorted you back to the beach volley field. "You can get your boots back on," the girls agreed, "Otherwise you might get some cold feet, sissy boy." After you put your boots back on, the lifeguards forced you to stand with you back against one of the net poles of the beach volley field. "Give me your hands, naughty transvestite" the leader of the group ordered. You didn't do a thing, but the girls grabbed your arms and pulled them behind your back and behind the beach volley pole. They used some rope to tie your wrist firmly and attach you to the post. "Come on girls, let's have some more tie-up fun with him. He needs some more strict and firm punishment for his dirty actions today, isn't that true, my little sissy wussy"... The girls picked up lots of more rope and tied you completely to the post. Your elbows were pulled together behind the pole and tied touching each other. Some more ropes were used and wrapped around your upper body, right and above and below you upper body. Some additional ropes bound your upper legs, knees and belly strictly to the pole. The ropes were added so tightly that you really felt attached to the pole and you and the pole were becoming one. To complete your bondage they even lifted your feet of the ground, pulled your knees up and attached your ankles to your thighs. This way you were lifted of the sand and really fully tied to the pole. "I bet the early beach volley players tomorrow morning will find a nice surprise!" You screamed and pleaded to be released but the only result of your screaming was a wad of cloth being pushed between your tied, cruelly kept inside by some more rope. "Have a good night sleep, naughty boy," the lifeguard wished you as they left you at the beach tied, alone and helpless. You really started to panic as you had no idea about how you would escape this position and you already saw people entering the beach tomorrow morning finding you tied up and humiliated like this. But luckily for you, me and your secretary showed up after half an hour of pole dangling, having watched and enjoyed the complete show. You looked definitely relieved when you saw us and couldn't wait to get untied. "You'll have to be a little bit more patient, my little sissy fag," I disappointed you, "first we wanna take some more pictures for our company album. Hahahahahaha!" After a few shots we finally released you and we walked back to the car together. You're white top and jeans short were still wet from the water fun, so before entering the car you changed into the black top and black latex mini dress outfit again, ready for some more fun to begin... TO BE CONTINUED Your Mistress Sarah Third mail: Chrissy humiliation - part three Hi Sissy Boss, Are you ready for the third and final part of your public humiliation treatment story? Well, you don't have a choice... unless you want everyone at your office find out about your secret fantasies! So take your time to think about the volley ball pole tie for a while as we're driving towards Belgium's capital Brussels to go and watch a highly-rated Champions League game between Anderlecht and Inter Milan. As you're back inside the slutty black outfit, you're definitely destined to attract the horny males attention inside the stadium. In fact as we were walking all three towards the stadium we noticed lots of guys staring at us all and making comments to their friends. Anyway we couldn't blame those guys as you definitely were dressed to impress with your lengthy nylon-covered legs and pointy high-heeled shoes! Sometimes we could even pick up some comments as not all of them were equally discrete: "Check out those chicks, I'd like to go home with them tonight!" "The big one in the middle looks like a cheap cocksucking hooker!" "Two nice girls, but I'd be damned if the middle one isn't a sissy boy!" "Nice ass, walk those legs baby!" As we entered the stand and looked for our places one of the fans yelled directly at you: "Hey babe, there's still a place free over here, if you wanna sit on my lap!" You ignored him, but off course the full stand was now focusing their eyes on you. But after a few moments, the rest returned and we could take our places. "Before we start the game, we've got to announce the three contestants for the half-time penalty shoot out contest," the announcer explained, "the three lucky contestants to take on Belgian legend goalie Jean-Marie Pfaff are in block B2 row 11 seat 5, block P1 row 4 seat 28 and block M1 row 11 seat 7. Join us before half-time at the main entrance." You looked at your ticket and to your surprise it turned out you're sitting in block M1 row 11 seat 7. "Oh no," you thought, "how on earth am I gonna take penalty shoot-outs dressed like this?" But you couldn't do a thing but go down and give it a go at glory. The winner would win a video recorder and a flatscreen television. So just before half-time you went to the main entrance and a steward guided you and two male footie fans towards the players tunnel. As the half-time whistle blows, you're ready in the "player tunnel" to go on to the pitch, but first the players have to come off, walking past you. You were thrilled to get so close to the players, especially the Inter Milan world class players you love so much! And it appears they like your appearance as well as the players clearly dropped on eye at your legs and you even heard Vieiri whisper to Davids that he would love to have you join him after the game to give him a personal massage. After the players left it's showtime. "Ladies and gentleman, please welcome our three contestants for today's special price: Jan De Vries, Bert Wouters and the lady contestant Sissy Chrissy. Give them a warm welcome!" You always dreamed of being in the spotlights in a filled football stadium with all camera's and spots on you, but you never imagined it being dressed like this. You really wanted to run away, but it was too late. You even saw an image of yourself on the big screen on the stadium scoreboard. "The winner takes it all, you'll all three get three shoot-outs. The one that scores most goals wins! First it Jan to play." Jan scored his first penalty, missed the second one and Pfaff saved the third one. Bert saw his two first attempts saved by the Belgian goalie, but also managed to score on his third attempt! "Now it's up to our lady contestant, will Chrissy manage to beat Jean-Marie twice? Let's see." You really seemed very insecure walking on those high heels on the pitch. The first penalty kick you took with the high-heels. You didn't even manage to have a decent run at the ball on those pointy high heels and the shot went slowly past the goal line no where near the goal. The whole stadium started laughing at this, seeing this ridiculous attempt once more on the big screen. You decided that you couldn't get humiliated like this again and decided to loose your shoes for the second penalty kick, as you knew you had a good shot and wouldn't wanna be laughed because of your ridiculous soccer skills. This time you took a determined run and hit the ball smoothly, it went directly to the top right hand corner and the goalie had no chance at all. Brilliant goal! Through the stadium sounded a big sheer and applause for this excellent penalty kick. Now it's time for the decisive third penalty kick. All eyes were focused on you, standing there on nyloned feet and in black slutty outfit, concentrating on your next kick. You start running determined to score another screamer but as you're about to hit the ball, your left leg slides away on the wet pitch and both your legs fly into the air and you land on your bottom. But in your fall you still hit the ball and it was slowly moving towards the right post. Jean-Marie Pfaff choose the left side of the could and could only watch the ball run slowly across the goal-line and see it stop right behind the line and into the goal. The initial laughter of the crowd for the fall, changed into strange fuzzing and loud cheers. You got up again and decided to claim victory by holding your hands into the air. The crowd was exctatic by now and cheered the lady contest winner loudly. "We have a winner, Chrissy, has won this week's video camera and flatscreen television." Give her another warm applause as we watch the funny decisive penalty kick onto the big screen again. You couldn't believe your eyes, as you looked the replay as well, embarrassed by seeing you in girls clothes taking a run, slipping, fully exposing your nylon bottom when hitting the ground and getting up to celebrate victory. After the shoot-out you returned to your place and followed the second half of the game. After the final whistle we decided to go and celebrate the victory in a pub nearby the stadium. The atmosphere was very hot and steamy. The volume of beer being served certainly will have something to do with it! We had a couple of drinks as well mingling with the mainly male crowd discussing the game and off course you were the centre of all attention after your half-time performance. At 1 o'clock it was time for happy hour at the pub and a couple of barely dressed ladies jump up the counter and started re-filling empty glasses for free. The bartender winked at you and suggested you, being today's hero and all, had to join the ladies and jump onto the counter as well. Being half-drunk yourself, you didn't refuse the offer and jumped up yourself, finding all these guys with empty glasses begging at your feet to get a re-fill. "Pussy, come on give me some liquid..." "Horny tramp... fill me up!" "Long legs... give me some booze...!" .... were some of the comments from the crazy men as they even desperately grabbed our legs to get your attention and get some more free drinks... But then something happened as two police officers entered the pub. They walked straight over to you and asked to get down from the counter. "Could you show us your work registration permit, please" the officer asked. You knew you were in trouble now as you stumbled and said that you were just having some fun. "Your passport please, misses" the officer went on, "Now." You couldn't do a thing but hand him over your passport; the two cops looked at each other and exchanged some brief smiles. "Oh my God" the officer screamed out, and suddenly the whole pub went quiet and looked at you and the cops. "This lady really is a man! Would you believe it! His name's Chris. You're under arrest for working without license!" The whole pub now realised that you were a sissy boy and kept looking at you in surprise. All the men looked at you wondering whether you really could be man, but more and more people seemed to get convinced that you are in fact a slutty crossdresser. "Give me your hands" the police officer told you. You put your hands on your back and the police offer handcuffed them together. "Now get your legs together." I looked at the officer in surprise but couldn't protest much, because the second officer already was attaching a second set of cuffs to my ankles. "You can't do this" you protested! "It's new standard police procedure" the officer explained, "and we can also gag protesting criminals." You said something like "you're crazy, that's not possible..." But at the same time the officer forced a black ball gag between your teeth and buckled them up behind your head. It really was a ball gag harness with extra straps over your head and below your chin for extra support and to only allow some soft moaning and mumbling. "Let's go," the officer ordered. You followed his instruction, but found out that the ankle cuffs only allowed small steps and the high-heeled shoes certainly didn't make walking any easier! "Come on sissy a bit faster, you can do better than this," the officer shouted, as you tried to find your way through the crowded pub, ball- gagged and cuffed at ankles and wrists. Once out on the street the cops attached a collar around your neck and attached a leash. The continued walking towards there car, which was parked a couple of hundred meters further! But as you tugged the leash and you could only take small steps, you had to really run in order to be able to follow them and you were really struggling to keep balance at the same time with your hands cuffed to your back and the high-heeled shoes. People out on the street stood still and watched this very weird scenario, wondering what was going on as they never saw cops treating a criminal like that before. They finally arrived at their car and forced you to lean at the car. To your surprise, you found me and your secretary in the front seats of the car. "We're here for your rescue again," the Eve explained, "the cops really are our boyfriend and they were happy enough to teach you a little lesson as well as they have had to listen to all our complaints about you for a long time." "But I think, they also deserve a little reward from you," I said, "our boyfriends can't get enough of blowjobs but we are not always in the mood to fulfill their needs. But you are a cheap sissy-whore and I am sure you would like to eat cocks just now" Of course you are begging not to force you to suck the cop's cocks but your arguments were poor. So it was my boyfriend who ordered you to kneel in front of him while he was opening his fly. "Suck my cock, dirty sissy bitch, or we will put you in a cell with horny male criminals who will fuck your mouth and tight arse with pleasure" So you had no other choice than to open your mouth and to take my boyfriend's head of his cock into your mouth. He moaned when you started slowly to take more of it into your mouth. The same time I put my hands on your back of the head and forced your head back and forth. "Chrissy is really a talented cocksucker," Eve laughed while observing your first blowjob, "look, he is even able to take the whole thing into his mouth, hahahaha" I could not believe it but my own macho boss was eagerly licking and sucking my boyfriend's cock. His cock moved back and forth between your sissy lips. Then he began to tremble and shudder and his cock seemed to swell even larger and, with a blast so powerful, it nearly knocked you down, his spunk shot out in surging blasts of ropy, sticky fluid, coating the back of your throat, filling your sissy mouth faster than you could swallow and leaking out the sides of your mouth to dribble down your cheeks. "Keep your mouth open, sissy," ordered Eve, "my boyfriend's cock needs some relief too." You nodded tearfully as the second cop jammed his dick in your moth and began to pull it back and forth. "Suck it!" he yelled. "Suck it now!" You hesitantly began to lick and suck at the cock in your mouth. "Faster, bitch!" I and Eve shouted in parallel, while you doubled your efforts. The entire length of the cop's cock pushed into your mouth and down your throat, but you managed to prevent your gag reflex. The cock pulsed and shot load after load of cum down your throat; you swallowed as much as you could until he was sucked dry. Pulling his cock out of your mouth with a "pop," Eve's boyfriend spoke kindly, "That was the best suck I've ever had! I can't wait to see if the rest of you is as good!" The two cops left. On to our final destination now... and to your surprise we were heading towards the office again, driving into the garage and stepping inside the elevator the head towards our offices. Once inside the office we released the cuffs and ball gag and instructed you to take off all of your clothes as we had prepared a new outfit. You wondered what would be next, but by now you were almost brain-dead and just followed instructions, remembering only the promise that if you would as we told you, we wouldn't expose you to the rest of the office. "Remembering your shopping trip Chrissy? You bought a lovely black lingerie set, remember? It's time to put it on now!" First you did put on the black silk panties and silk bra. Then you connected the garter belt to your stomach before sliding the black nylon stocking over your legs. It took some effort as you're clearly not used to buckling the stockings to the garter belt, but you managed eventually. "Here Chrissy, pick up some more pantyhose to fill up your bra," your secretary suggested. You followed her instructions and filled your bra with three pantyhose each cup to give yourself a well formed breasty look. Next we picked out a very short and tight-fitting black dress. One of the dresses we also tried on in our cottage! It concealed your newly maid breast and made them look very well. Due to it's shortness it didn't however hides the fact that you're wearing stockings. Next we fixed you with a long blond-haired make-up and redid the make-up for your face, using eye-liner and lipstick to increase your femininity. As a final part of your wardrobe, you also had to put on the knee high black ankle boots you bought for yourself at the shopping mall! "Now let's prepare you for transport," I suggested. Your secretary picked up some pantyhose and starting tying it around your legs at ankles and below and above your knees, making sure your legs are tightly tied together. I did the same for your arms, forced them on to your back and tied them tightly together at wrists and above and below your elbows. Next we created a pantyhose "crotchrope" revealing the black panties you're wearing as well as the stockings which were already visible. We cleared the desk at the entrance of the office and forced you on top of it. "Get down on your belly," I instructed firmly. I pulled up your legs and using another pantyhose I firmly connected your ankles to your wrists into a firm hogtie! "Now we're sure you'll stay here 'till Monday morning, hehe," I happily smiled. "No, no, you promised me to not reveal my fantasies to the rest of the office, please..." you tried to protest. "If there's one thing we've learned from you, it's certainly that we can't always believe your promises!" your secretary replied. "Now let's do something about his protests! Time for a little souvenir don't you think?" We nodded at each other and stripped ourselves from our panties. We opened your mouth wide and forced in both my panties and your secretaries panties. We used a pair of pantyhose to securely tie our panties inside your mouth! "That's all food you'll be getting all day, so be sure to make the best of it." You tried to protest but all sounds where reduced to some muffling noises without making sense. "Enjoy Monday morning, sissy bossy," we wished you as we were hanging out the pictures we made at the beach all over the office. We also installed the flatscreen television and the video camera, which we used to make a nice movie at the bar, during the police arrest including your first tow blowjobs. "The tape will start automatically on Monday morning as soon as the lights go on! Enjoy!" We left you like this, hogtied and helpless at the desk top, to go and party some more, really looking forward to see the surprise on the face of the other office women when entering the work floor on Monday. Hope you've enjoyed the story, Chrissy slut. If yes, I tell you how we transformed you into our regular office slut, giving blowjob to male employees or customers, being fucked by either men or women (with strap- on which you have to suck first) or just being humiliated by many ways. Would you like to read more of your future role as horny sissy secretary? Yes and beg for it, sissy cocksucker.......... Your Mistress Sarah. Appendix from Chrissy: And folks, did you like the story of my Belgian pen pal Sarah? Do you also think that I should ask her to continue the story? Sarah also ordered me to ask you to give ideas to humiliate and punish me in a proper way. So all ideas are welcome, as well as feedback for the first part of the story. So send them to [email protected]. Hope to get a lot of mail which I can proudly show Sarah.