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I'm slightly calmer when I make it out of the room and into the cooler corridor. I try and take a few deep breathes to calm myself, but who am I trying to kid? In this corset... and this horny... nothing will help. I try and focus on how to hide the note.. but I'm drawing a blank. I make it to the main room, still desperately horny and try and look at the clock.. it's a little blurred, but there's still a couple of hours left of the afternoon shift... hmm.. if only I wasn't wearing this gag? But... Miss Black left my desk in a mess! So... I mince over there, keeping the note concealed in my hand, and, ignoring Candi's hungry looks, tidy my desk, concealing the note with the rest of the paper work. "She like won't thank you for it." Candi says trying to get my attention, "But I like h.. have something under the desk, that like so needs cleaning..." I look at her, cherry lips around the gag, aware of a thin line of droop escaping over my chin. "Oh! Oh gods..." Candi squirms eyes wide open, pupils dilated, "Please... clean my clitty cage? Oh please... like no, that's like wrong! You're like a maid, I sooo need to order you! Maid kiss my clitty cage... c.. crawl between my legs, like submit to me... nooo.. noo.. like don't leave! You can't leave.. I like order you to kiss my poor caged... oooh clitty cock..." But it's too late, I'm going, scampering off to my room, ignoring Candi's increasingly desperate moans. I need to get changed! I need to read that note... I need to stop being so damn horny! Other than my poor excited and abused body, all I can focus on is my need to change and my hope that the note is hidden well enough, that even if Miss Black goes through my desk she won't find it... My heels tap out my hurried footsteps through the office, no one tries to stop me, but I'm sure they're all looking at me in my skimpy uniform, especially when my ass is on display as I trot up the stairs... Hurrying to my room, I see the door open, but remembering my role as maid, meekly knock at the door, hearing Miss Black say "Come in slut!" as a response. I step in and curtsy, then squeal as she grabs my ear pulling me up to my full height, "Were you trying to be clever, you dumb-ass bitch? Making me the victim if you succeed in your little deal with Mistress Thorne? Do you really thing a snivelling sissy boi like you can stand up against me? Do you? Do you?" My only possible response is to squeal into the gag, which makes her laugh, "Your ass is mine, I'll make you beg to lick shit off my boots! I'll make you suffer so much you'll plead for that chastity belt to be a permanent fixture... and then with your contract signed I'll find the most sadistic pervert I can to buy you, your fucking bitch life will be hell!" I squeal as she slaps me, twice across the face and a couple across the arse... before she yanks the wig off me. Why did I say her name? I ask myself as she pokes my eyes to retrieve the contacts... "Well make that permanent too... you're too dumb to be allowed to read, right Missy?" She laughs, "Oh but you can't reply can you... hmm.. maybe we should make that permanent too?" I flinch at the thought, and laughs again, spinning me round and unfastening my dress, then the corset, roughly assisting me in undressing until I'm stood before her naked except for the chastity belt and the gag... "Go shower slut.. quickly, then I'll take out the gag and release you to your 'appointment.' I hope you enjoy it bitch, 'cause you won't be enjoying much from now on..." I hurry into the shower, wondering just how I'm managed to get myself into so much trouble... one smart comment and. I glance at the toilet cistern and see the empty capsule from the messages left by my midnight visitor... I blanch, then reach out and grab it... Next the shower, I'm not surprised there's no hot water, but the coldness of the water there is makes me shiver to my bones... at least the shock washes away a lot of the pent up horniness I've been feeling... but not all. Wrapping my towel around me I step out, to Miss Blacks smug gaze. She wipes the last traces of the made make-up from my face with a pudgy finger, before commanding me again. "Drop the towel bitch and bend over, your little anal toy is coming out..." I bob a curtsy, dropping my pink towel, and bending over, the capsule hidden in my hand... this is exactly what I'd hoped for. I grunt into the gag as the plug is roughly tugged out, it hurts but also... ooh... "Get up, and slip those shoes on." She commands, and as I raise she shoves me a another towel, smaller this time, "But no, hold still a second." I comply, and she unbuckles the gag, jerking it extra tight for a second before releasing it. "oops." She say, with tremendous insincerity, "Now get those shoes on and get out... and I'll see you tomorrow..." "Yeth Mith..." I say taking care to exaggerate the lisp... I don't want her to know her drug has almost completely worn off. I step into the shoes, massive platform heels, at least 4 and 8 inches high! Then look around for something to wear. "Oh no you don't just that towel... and hurry bitch!" I nod, wrapping the towel around me, aware it's too small and adjusting it so it just covers my crotch, and nipples, aware it's exposing my ass and the rest of my breasts... oh shit... Though I've worn more embarrassing stuff in the office before. Keeping the capsule hidden in the palm of the hand clutching the towel around me, I curtsy to Miss Black again then clomp off in the massive heels, hurrying to my desk... and aware as I go down the stairs that everyone can see up the towel... or it feels like they can. Now I know why good sissys should take the lift... Aware time is tight, I still hurry towards my desk, aware I'm being stared at again. Do these sissies have nothing else to do than gawp at my embarrassing predicaments every day? Candi's looking at me as I reach the desk, and frowns as I hurriedly go through my paperwork "It's like sooo too late now, you've like missed work, what did you do? Like sleep in massively? Like your sooo lucky this sorta supa hot maid tidied your desk for you, she like offered to clean my clitty in it's cage, but I like had to turn her down, though it would have been like soooo supa hot to have it done, cause she was like such a cute sissy maid.." I frown at her take on events, locating the note as I do so. Turning away from my busy hands as I roll it up and hide it in the capsule I say to candi, "Noo.. I had to do other work Candi, I've been like sooo busy today... then I needed to change..." "Oooh and like someone stole all your clothes? Someone did that to me once, like when I was.. err.. an icky man and all... actually that's kinda when I started being a sissy, 'cause like there were only this like whore's clothes to wear... like my friends were so mean... but Like I'm way happier now as a sissy cock whore that I was before." Gods she can talk! But it's a welcome distraction... and an interesting bit of history, though I'm certain it's warped view of the truth. "Wow.. that's so interesting Candi, but you'll have to tell me the rest later.. I have to get dressed!" And with that I scurry out to the beauty salon section of the company, mincing up to the sneery receptionist, who looks me up and down in disdain, "Like your usual room..." "Thank you." I reply, trying to stop the towel from slipping, and finding a short section of corridor, free from people and security camera's I carefully bend over. I can't believe I'm doing this in public, but I slide the message capsule into my arse... I'll have to read it later. I pray no one wants to plug me tonight because that would get painful. Bracing myself I knock on the door and Kendra whisks me in. "You're late sweety! We're going to have to hurry...." She says, stumbling to a halt as she sees what I'm wearing. With an embarrassed grin I let the towel drop, "Err.. well this should.. err.. make it a little easier?" I say nervously... Kendra nearly jumps in delight, "Oh my that's so hot... oh I wish I was brave enough to walk around like that." "I.. it's not exactly bravery..." I stammer as she leads me further into the room... "Hmm.. well this might be." Sienna says, looking serious, "I've been told you need to have an injection. Now will you be a brave girl?" "W.. what is it?" I stammer, taken aback. "We need to take that chastity off for your date tonight, but as he thinks you're a real girl, we need to keep your clitty-cock subdued." Sienna gives a smile, "Don't worry sugar, it'll only last a few hours." "Oh... okay I guess..." I say, aware I probably don't have any choice in the matter. "Excellent, see I knew you were a big girl..." Sienna gives a little giggle, kneeling before me and carefully unfastening the chastity. As it comes away, my cock rises to attention, throbbing after all the denial, and I moan desperate to touch it. Kendra steps behind me, gently grasping my wrists holding them away from my sex, "Oh no.. no touching sweety, that thing might go off..." "But, oh.. I..." I manage as she nuzzles my neck, distracting me so that I barely notice the pin prick at the base of my cock, and the mild throb as the syringe is used. "There there sweety, now you're... unarmed," Sienna says with a smile, kissing where she's just injected me, "and tonight you really are going to be an angel.. right Kendra?" "Oh yes..." Kendra replies releasing my wrists, "You're going to be soo cute!" I look down, to see my erection failing, and my balls shrinking, as if they've been dunked in cold water... not something I want to see. What's worse is I still feel aroused, and I still want to cum so badly! However the girls are in full makeover mode now, getting me ready, taking my mind of my predicament. White panties are first, with a reinforced front to hide my shrunken sex, the only worry being the tied bows at the sides.. they're just for decoration right? Still there's no way you can tell I'm not all girl, and the basque which comes next only enhances my figure. With the straps from it tucked under the panties, sheer white stockings are pulled up my legs and connected to the tabs. Whilst Kendra is fussing with the seams, Sienna is busy preparing a minidress, which as soon as Kendra is finished I step into, and Sienna laces closed at the back. The skirt is pleated silk, with a delicate pattern embroidered upon it, and a delicate lace trim. A couple of layers of petticoats keeps it bouncing around my hips, but low enough to cover my panties... just. The bodice is also silk and lace, a bustier style top, changing to lace up to my neck, and short sleeves. Lace gloves are next, with the finger tips missing, giving Kendra a chance to add pearl nail extensions. My feet are guided into a pair of platform boots, white of course, with laces up the front... finally I am guided to a seat they can work on my make up and hair. The make-up is pale, pearl lips and eye shadow, except for my eyes which are kohl rimmed with heavy dark lashes. My copper hair is brushed tightly back and pinned away, so it can be replaced with a long platinum blonde one that loosely curls so it tumbles in flowing locks around my pale face. As I get to stand up the finishing touches of a small pair of angel wings and a headband with a halo on it are added, before I can comment, I'm whisked to the door, "Sorry Angel honey, can't chat and you're late, just head up to the entrance hall okay? Oh and Angel?" I turn for the last moment as the door is shutting and receive a face full of a familiar scent... I gasp, inhaling deeply, it's the scent that sent me and all those men crazy the other day. I'm not sure if me inhaling most of it is a good thing, but I'm pretty sure that's why the door has already been shut tight behind me. Whilst I can still keep my head I scamper up to the reception, to find Mistress Divine, Mistress Thorne and a batch of others waiting there, including a half dozen girls. Mistress Divine is dressed as a naval officer, her white skirt uniform pristine. Perhaps intentionally Mistress Thorne is dressed as a pirate with suede over the knee boots over hose, red hot-pants, and a loose white blouse under a black waistcoat. The eye she always keeps covered is behind an eye-patch, and a tricorn hat with white feathers rests atop her head... gods she looks hot! Mistress Thorne looks at me with a knowing smile that makes me blush furiously, re-iginiting my arousal. In fact... that spray must be working as I feel soo horny just looking at her.. thinking what she could... would do to me if I was her date for tonight. Guests start to arrive, mostly male, to balance the party out. Master James almost runs to stand next to Mistress Thorne, dressed in his own pirate outfit. An older gentleman, in a navy uniform I suspect might be real walks up to kiss Mistress Divines hand and they walk in... then Mr Winters arrives. My heart catches a little, he's obviously known what my outfit will be as he is dressed to match it. His suit is quite normal, but in a bright red, and a pair of horns sit on top of his head, he's even holding a pitchfork... and a bag. Knowing my role, I look at him bashfully from lowered lashes, letting him come to me. "Pleased to see me Kitty?" He asks reaching to stroke me cheek. "Y... yes Mr Winters." I say in a nervous, breathy voice, squirming slightly. "Aw.. you're such a cute angel Kitty, you look so sweet and innocent..." "I.. I am..." I gasp, looking down at the floor. He grips my chin and gently, but forcefully lifts my face so I'm looking him in the eyes, "Definitely sweet, but innocent? Kitty I think we both know that's not true.. just think of the naughty thoughts you've had about me hmm... and tonight you're going to be mine..." I swallow, guessing the real meaning of that last comment, and all to aware there's no chastity belt to protect me tonight... "Y.. yes Mr Winters, it's an honour to be your date Sir..." "Oh not just my date honey..." He leans in and whispers in my ear, "At least not if you want to come work for me..." I shiver at the thought, but I think he likes my little tremble, moving has arm around me possessively. "And Kitty angel, I told your boss that I'm thinking of taking you from her, and she laughed and said you'd never dare leave her, what do you say to that?" "I.. I would d.. dare, I would.." I stammer, getting aroused again, right now I should have a pole sticking out of my panties but I'm still all smooth... which is good but... He takes a deep breath of my hair, stroking my side, "Well then my sweet little angel, time to show you've been captured by the nasty devil.... go on sweety, open my bag and bring out the presents inside..." "Oh yes Mr Winters." I say eager to escape his grip and open the bag he's dropped on the floor. I bend over at the waist, legs straight as I've been taught, flashing Mr Winters my pantied arse... shit! He reaches out and gives it a little tap, then a squeeze, his fingers starting to explore where they mustn't! I squeal in nerves, and in shock at what I've found, and stand bolt upright holding a heavy collar and cuffs, "Mister Winters I..." "I know, you're not that kind of girl Kitty, I know... you're a sweet girl, but this is just fancy dress, to show the devil's captured an angel..." He moves in so his lips are inches from mine, and I know he must be getting the arousal from my perfume, "Just a harmless bit of role-play sweetie... that's alright isn't it?" I want to scream no, to pull away, but.. but I don't. I merely nod meekly and gaze downwards, allowing him to grasp my chin again and lift my head up, allowing him to kiss my lips... and dammit I respond. I feel ashamed, but I can't help it, as I open my mouth to let him force his tongue inside... letting him force me backwards off balance so I'm in his embrace, helpless... but hungrily kissing him back... oh I'm so horny... so desperate, even this touch is good... I manage to push myself away, face flushed, breathing heavy... one hand resting on his chest, the other on mine, "Please Sir, I mustn't..." He's looking at me with that smug look, confident I'm in his power, that I can't resist... that I will be his by the end of the night. I guess that confidence is why he lets me back, "It's all right Kitty, take a second... you like that didn't you?" I nod, looking up at him through lowered lashes, biting my lip... "Didn't you?" He says, his voice insistent. "Y.. yes Sir.." I gasp, flushed. "Give me your hand." He says, and I offer it to him, letting him attach the heavy black leather cuff around it. The bright silver D-rings on it give me cause for concern, they're proper bondage cuffs. "And the next..." "Yes Sir," I say reluctantly offering him my other wrist, looking away as I feel him strap the cuff on. "Oh not sir for tonight Kitty." He says, "And look at me.." I turn to look him in the eyes, naturally tilting my head up, to let him slip the collar around me. "Tonight it's Master, understood Kitty?" He says pulling the heavy collar tight, "And maybe if you're a good little kitty, we can talk about making that a permanent arrangement right?" "Yes Si.. Master." I say trembling. Like the maid thing this is getting too serious... too dangerous... "Good." He attaches a chain leash to the collar, "Now we're late, so follow me my angel." "Yes Master." I say squirming, letting him lead me into the room, the busy room with so many people. He leads me from one couple to the next, chatting with an ease I'd never have been able to manage. He eyes up all the women, openly, sometimes glancing at me and asking for my opinion... or my opinion about some of the men. On one long conversation, with another business man I suppose, I have to kneel at his feet. Because I'm so horny, and dammit because I'm so submissive, I.. I love this part, and I can't help but squirm in my pose to the amusement of both of them, and the other man's rather elegant partner. Hor'doerves are sent around and I'm allowed a few, but he makes me ask for each one. The maids are indistinguishable again, and I know I'd be one if it weren't for this. I flush as they mince about, serving, bending over, displaying their assets... shit they're hot... I have to stop myself touching one as she moves past us, and Mr Winters watches my gaze. "Oh you like the maids do you Kitty? Would you like to be my maid?" "Err.. oh yes Master." I stumble over the words, "I'd be so hot as a maid for you wouldn't I?" "Yes." He says moving round to face me, "But you are very hot as an angel..." He moves in to kiss me and I respond again, feeling like a slut... he brings his knee up between my legs and grinds it into my crotch. I don't know if it would be sexy if I were a real girl, but all it does is crush and roll my shrunken cock and balls. He takes the sounds I make as arousal however, moving his hands to grip, and molest, my ass... "Such a sexy little tease aren't you Kitty?" He says pawing me more... moving a hand to grope my breast, "Tell me has anyone ever fucked you in that cute little ass of yours?" "No sir!" I say sounding shocked, seeing the glazed look in his eyes, "T.. that's disgusting!" "Is it?" He says, "No.. a pretty little thing like you should have three available holes... why you're so sexy I might fill up the other two. A girl like you is designed to be filled with a man's juices Kitty." Oh gods! That is disgusting... and if I weren't so horny, I'd break off and run away. Instead I struggle a little in his embrace and moan like a bitch in heat... "Ah not sounding so prim and proper now are we?" He says as if he's made a victory, "You're just a horny little bitch like all the rest aren't you?" "Y.. yes..." I moan, too hot to think straight. "At least you don't really pretend to be anything else." He says as I feel him free my nipple from my dress and start playing with it, "You have no idea the fa?ade the girls I work with put up before they admitted to me what they really were... how long before they were begging me to fuck them in the arse." I feel a chill inside me despite everything, having a good guess what that 'fa?ade' was and what he's truly done. Fucking arsehole... and hear I am, breast exposed acting like the biggest slut on the planet... "R.. really?" I manage. "Oh yes.. I've had everyone of those sluts on all fours, begging me to take her up the ass... and you will too, eventually...." "Sir.. I mean Master, we're m.. making a scene.. m.. my breast?" I say urgently, knowing eyes must be on use "Don't order me about slut!" He says pulling back, and I flinch thinking for a moment he's going to strike me, "But yes.. put your titty away Kitty...I'll see it again soon enough." "Yes Master." I say recovering, and sorting out my dress... glad that it's time to eat, and that for the duration of the meal he keeps his hands to himself. But afterwards it's dancing, and he has free reign to feel me up, to grind his crotch against me on the slow dances... and I have no doubt he's as stiff as I feel I should be. What's worse is I'm sure I'm feeling little stirrings down there myself... and that would be awful... "Mind if we cut in?" Comes a familiar, and in this circumstance, reassuring voice, and Mistress Thorne steps in. At some point she's got Master James into a pirate wenches outfit, and wig... and he looks pretty good in it. Just from the expression on his face I know he's going to become one of the girls soon... "Sure." Mister Winters says, eyeing up Mistress Thorne in her revealing outfit, then offering his hands for a dance, "I'm Robin?" "And this is James!" Mistress Thorne says with a laugh, pushing James into Mr Winters arms, then before either can complain, taking me in her arms and whirling me away... "So.. how is your date going Angel?" She asks holding me tight, her breasts pressing against mine. "Well... he's a..." I begin looking up into her intense blue eye. "Shush sweety I know... you read my note yet?" "No Mistress Thorne, it's.. safe for reading later though." "You sure?" I clench my ass to remind myself the capsule is still there and nod, and she laughs. "Clever girl... now remember sweety what ever happens tonight, I'm looking out for you..." We stop and she rubs her stockinged leg up mine 'til it lightly brushes my crotch, and gods does it feel good! Then she tilts me back and kisses me full on the lips, before letting me regain my feet and some form of my composure. "There you go Robin, you can have her back now..." "Thanks." He says, looking at her, facing up to her challenging gaze, lust clouding his eyes. "I'll take back what's mine then." He grabs me so I stumble into him, so off balance, so horny I can only cling onto him, feeling his hand press my head against his chest. "A feisty one that pirate captain... oh I would love to see her beg." He says softly stroking my hair, "Wouldn't that be some conquest?" "Y.. yes Master.." I stammer, trembling, making my own estimate of what chance he has, and feeling his hand move from my hair to my neck, and down my back. "But for now I have you, don't I? So come here and lets sit down." He leads me by the leash to a single chair facing the dance floor and takes a seat, patting his lap. I look around for another option but instead he tugs me towards him, "Take a seat Kitty." With no option I carefully lower myself into his lap, being as ladylike as I can with my skirt, which seems to amuse him. However as soon as I am settled, he runs his hand up the outer side of my leg, caressing it through the stockings, his other hand firmly around my shoulder keeping me in place. I moan a little even now... I love having my legs stroked, especially in stockings, and I'm soon squirming happily in his lap, only to stop, panicking slightly as his hand starts to slide to the inside of my leg. "No Sir! I mean no Master, not yet... please I'm not ready..." I say, my small hands moving to try and keep his away. He growls in frustration, "Don't try and be a cock-tease with me Kitty. I've had enough of girls playing hard to get!" Shit, I don't want him angry, and I can't have him go between my legs... so... I try and think. I tilt my head up to nuzzle and kiss his neck, moaning softly... "C.. can't you tell that I'm desperate to g.. get my hands on your cock master? Can't you tell h.. how horny I am? Please Master I... I wanna give you the best blow job you've ever had!" He laughs, amused and satisfied with my response. "Oh yes.. oh very good Kitty... hmm... yes those lips of yours were made to suck on a cock weren't they?" "Made to suck on your cock Master." I say, pushing it a little further, hopeful this could be the idea that gets me out of exposing myself to him... "Hmm... want to go prove it?" He says hungrily and I nod, caught up in the moment and the foolish belief he'll be satisfied with a blow job... I let him guide me off his lap and lead me out the room, but I can't stop touching him, or him me. I'm hoping, sort of that we'll end up in a toilet or something, ideal for a quick dirty blow job... More and more I want this to be over quickly. Only my lust makes me want to touch him and to give into him... my sane mind does not want to give him a blow job... or anything. But worse than that, there is a bulge forming in my panties, straining against the silky fabric. I need to get this over, then maybe find a loo and masturbate, anything to get rid of the bulge. However it's a suite he leads me into pushing me in onto the bed as he locks the door, "Please Master, your cock?" I moan, eagerness only partially feigned as I push myself to my hands and knees. "Sure bitch, come get it." He walks towards me, unbuckling his belt, "You do the rest Kitty." "Y.. yes Master." I say nodding fiddling with the button then lowering his flies. His cock is hard, rigid, and I know mine would be the same if not for the panties. I free it and give the tip a kiss, pausing as the sudden realisation of what I am about to do sinks in... giving a man a blow job of my own free will. But it's my best option right now and so I start to kiss and lick, doing my best to stimulate and please him... but instead he pulls my head off, "Did you really think a blow job would be enough Kitty? A little slut like you has to spread her legs to get my favour..." "But I..." I begin, cold realisation hitting me, sanity returning, maybe the drug is wearing off, "Really Sir.. Master.. I'm not that sort of girl..." "All girls are that sort of girl Kitty, some just haven't accepted it yet. Now spread your legs and..." "No!" I squeal. Getting up of the bed, I try and make my way past him to the door, but he grabs my wrist tight "Please Master.. Mr Winters let go... I'll scream!" "Oh come now Kitty don't be na?ve, everyone knows you came up here of your own free will. You're just one more bitch playing hard to get..." "No.. I don't want this.. the blow job.. yes.. I would have gone down on you, but now.. please let me go!" I break past him and make it to the door, trying the handle which is stuck firm. "It's locked you silly kitty." He says grinning moving behind me and grabbing my wrists. I struggle but he is far stronger than I and soon he has my hands behind my back. There's a click, he's used a lock or something to hold the D-rings on my cuffs together.. I'm helpless... but I still struggle. "Oh you like it rough do you?" He says slapping me, "Good, because you've tried my patience." He practically picks me up to fling me on my back on the bed, where I lie legs spread waiting for the worst... "Ooh... such pretty panties." He says reaching for the bows, "I can't wait to get into them..? "Noo!" I scream, but he pulls at the ribbons.. and a lot happens at once... Freed from containment my cock springs to life, rigid, throbbing. His mouth drops open in shock, struggling to take in what he see's. I turn my head away, humiliated at being exposed in this manner... feeling with horror the extra surge of arousal this gives me, and moan in lust and self disgust as my primed cock goes off, spurting cum in jerky bursts. "Why you little faggot!" He screams, voice hoarse with rage, "You filthy pervert! You you..." He's lost for words his face red, as I lie there, post orgasmic stupor washing over me, leaving me helpless as he raises his fist. "You fucking sissy! I bet you think you're so clever! Well think again, I'm going to break every perverted bone in your body!"