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Manager becomes the slave girl.
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After years in the IT game, I decided that it was time to get some more
time for myself. I didn't want to be spending hours travelling to see
different clients every week, and working long days and even weekends to
get what was admittedly a good paycheck and benefits. It was time to
slow down a bit, with a good pension pot accumulated, and the mortgage
paid off.
I decided something local would suit, and I'd always hankered after the
fashion business, as I had a bit of a think for ladies clothing. It's
not like I'd crossdress all the time, just every now and then when the
wife wasn't around to notice. I'd actually started noticing the
differences between male and female clothing from as young as 4 years
old, and was fascinated by details like ruffles, frills, and the way
that different textiles would work differently to accentuate shapes.
I'd applied to a local tailoring setup.....there were 10 staff, all
female, responsible for the cutting and seamstress work, plus Maggie who
was the office secretary. I reported to Karen, who was the owner. The
business turned out medium to high end fashions for the mid-aged to
mature market. Fine fabrics, beautifully tailored, for the more
discerning demographic.
I started working, and immediately got to figuring out what made the
workforce tick. I conducted 1 to 1's with all the staff, and soon
figured out who the leaders were, and who were the followers. Maggie was
a complete rock, and she'd help me get behind all of the office
politics, and give me the steer of what was really going on on the shop
floor.
Whilst this was going on, I was gradually indulging my fascination for
ladies fashions by sneaking the odd item out from the shop floor, and
bringing them back to my office on a Friday evening after everyone had
gone home. I'd bring in some things from my home secret stash, sometimes
wearing them under my suit, or bringing them in my briefcase ready to
wear once the place was clear. I was in heaven....I'd be wearing the
stockings I so loved, and the frilly lingerie that made me feel so
sissified, and get to wear the high end fashions that I never would have
had the chance to buy and keep for myself at home.
Everything was going so well, until the fateful day that I made a
mistake. I'd dressed up on the Friday evening, and after spending some
time 'relaxing' with some more explicit 'entertainment' on the office
computer, I changed back into my drab clothes. The mistake I made was
that one of the bra-type straps from my corset had detached as I
disrobed, and had found it's way onto the floor under my desk. I hadn't
noticed, as the colour kind of matched the carpet, and anyway I was in a
rush to get home and start the weekend.
I didn't think a thing of this until Monday, when I got back into the
office at 7:30, and I saw draped across my computer keyboard was the red
corset strap that had dropped off. My heart sank, as I considered who
had put it there, and more importantly where they thought it had come
from. I quickly stuffed it into my pocket, making a mental note to re-
unite it with my lacey boned corset at the first opportunity. It
wouldn't be until tonight, as today I had on frilly panties, and
stockings under my suit.
Maggie arrived at 8 as usual, and checked in on me to make sure there
was nothing I needed. I asked for a coffee, and she went off to do it.
Her smile seemed a little different, as though she was laughing a
little. Did she know something? or was I just imagining it? Five minutes
she was later, and she was back again with the coffee. She had a spring
in her step this morning alright, and there was that smile again...as if
she was sharing a private joke. "By the way, Karen will be popping in to
the office this morning", she said. "Anything particular, or just
checking up on me?", I asked her, as she probably had a better insight
to what Karen wanted today. "Probably just the latter", she laughed, and
turned to leave.
Drinking my coffee, I started to catch up on the orders, post and
emails. I wanted to make sure I was bang up to date for when Karen
arrived, as above all else...I needed to demonstrate that I was in
control of everything here. I couldn't afford any doubts to creep in
that would risk the cushy number I'd set up here. As I sat at my desk, I
crossed my legs, and could feel the coolness of the stockings on my
shaved legs underneath my trousers. As I shifted in my seat, I could
feel the ridges of lace against me as I pressed into the seat on in my
frilly lace panties. Things were starting to liven up in my
panties....but I couldnt think about that now. "Focus", I chastised
myself....."there will be time for that later".
Time passed reasonably quickly with my head in the day to day details of
running the business, and pretty soon 11 o'clock was here and in walked
Karen. She was mid forties but looked a good 10 years younger wearing a
beatiful office skirt suit made at the shop, covering a tight white
striped blouse. I immediately got to me feet and stepped over to shake
her by the hand, and we got over the pleasantries. As was usual, I gave
up my seat at the main desk in the office, as she was the Owner after
all...and when she was at the shop, I deferred to her. I perched myself
on one of the guest chairs, and crossed my legs (damn....there's that
stocking feeling again!).
"So, what can I do for you today Karen?" I started, not being entirely
clear of what her agenda for today's visit was.
"Well Phil", she replied, "I wanted to check in to make sure that the
shop was running as it should, especially as I've been concerned about
some of the behaviours I've become aware of lately." she added.
"Really? What behaviours are you referring to Karen?" I responded,
starting to feel a bit uneasy.
"Well, to start with, I should explain that I needed to get some sales
numbers to my accountant over the weekend, and so I came in to the
office to get them", Karen said.
"I called Maggie to come in and help me get the data knocked into shape,
so she met me here on Saturday morning." The hint of a wicked smile on
her lips....similar to what i'd seen on Maggie's face earlier. I was
starting to feel uncomfortable about this and shuffled in my seat.
Damn...there was the feeling of the ruffles on my panties again. "Now's
not the time to get horny" I thought to myself.
"What we found was most interesting", she said.
"Were the sales figures not what you were expecting?, I challenged.
"The sales figures were fine, but there were other things that surprised
me." she left the details hanging there.
"W..What other things?" I nervously asked.
"While I was here, I found a discarded piece of bra strap, or was it a
corset? Quite distinctive these little devils are. The hooks slip
through little loops on the material, so they are hard to mistake."
I remained silent, starting to blush slightly, and hoping this wasn't
going where I feared.
"I left it on the keyboard, did you see it?" she challenged me.
"Yes, I saw it", I replied, "I was going to get rid of it, as I couldn't
place where it was from" I lied.
"I initially made some incorrect assumptions of how it had gotten there"
she added quickly. "I initially thought you'd had one of the girls from
the floor up here, and taken advantage of your seniority to gratify you
sexually".
I kept quiet, not wanting to incriminate myself.
"That's why I looked at your computer in more detail, to see if you'd
been putting pressure on any of the staff.". This was not good, what had
she seen.
She left me to hang for a few seconds before proceeding.
"I found your profile Phil... the one at experienceproject dot com", my
heart sank, and I put my head in my hands.
"Sissifyme....that's your profile name isn't it?" she mocked.
"Ms Ford, I..I'm sorry...it was just a bit of whimsy" I pleaded, using
her formal name.
"Stop! We both know that this is more than a bit of whimsy, don't we"
she said as I hung my head in shame and embarrassment.
"I'd never noticed it before, but I caught a glimpse of your ankles as
you crossed your legs earlier. Show me your ankles now". I was totally
busted. There was nothing I could do, no escape. I felt compelled as I
slowly raised my trouser legs slightly to reveal the sheer material of
my stockings.
"Please Ms. Ford, can we keep this a secret? If you want me to resign I
will. I'll do anything, just please don't out my embarrassing secrets."
I pleaded.
"Sit down Pippa" she smiled as she used my femme name, so obviously
she'd read some of my profile details.
"I'm not going to fire you....but there are going to be some changes
around here".
"Yes Ms Ford....it'll never happen again".
"No...that's not what I meant." she stopped me. "I quite like the fact
that I have someone in charge of making me money that has so much to
lose if she doesn't." She used the female term to tease me.
"I understand Ms Ford, I'll redouble my efforts on profit generation"
was this a way out here?
"It'll take more than that." she added. "Here's what's going to happen.
Firstly, you're going to tell me what you are wearing under that suit."
I blushed crimson, and then said "Just the stockings and some panties
Miss".
"Anything else that you've bought along in that bag over there?"
"Yes Ms. Ford" I was busted, no point in lying.
"First show me what you are wearing underneath, and show me whats in the
bag." She commanded.
I started to strip...I left my shirt on to hide behind, although my
embarrassment was pretty much complete as my trousers dropped to reveal
my white frilly panties and hold up stockinged legs.
Karen laughed out loud and called out to Maggie, who quickly entered and
closed the door behind her.
"See Maggie....it's true, everything we saw on the computer", she
giggled at Maggie, and Maggie's sides started to shake with laughter.
"Ok...now put on whatever you have in the bag" said Karen.
Slowly, I pulled out the maid costume, and the pair of Mary Jane shoes
that I had stored in there. Maggie and Karen just watched in smiling
amazement as I stepped into the dress, and fastened my shoes on. The
dress was very short...designed to reveal a glimpse of panties at every
bend.
"Well, well!" said Karen "So Sissy Pippa likes to be the maid slut then
does she?" she laughed..."Well I do get times that I need some help
relaxing, that I'm sure that you can be assistance with". "We'll make
good use of that tongue of yours in due course...and of course you'll be
following Maggies commands in this regard too." she added.
"But for now, I want it known that you'll be working a 6 day week from
now on. That will help with getting the business ship shape....but on
Saturdays you will be in the office as Sissy Pippa.....just one of the
girls! And if myself or Maggie needs something from you....you'll do it
without question!"
My life was about to change. I had two powerful women with a control
over me, and it had happened in under half a day.
"Now get over here on your knees and take care of my business" she
pointed at her lap.
Nothing would be the same again.
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