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Through the door is a white clinical corridor, stretching up to a desk. Mistress Divine takes the time to attach a leash to my collar, then leads me along, our heels clicking against the polished corridor. A nurse? At the desk looks up and smiles. "Hello Miss Divine, how may I help you today?" "I had a new... guest, brought in last night sweety," she says with a smile, "and this little angel was instrumental in bringing them in. I thought he could go have a look and see what is going on?" "Of course Mistress, just one moment," says the nurse, who picks up a phone and starts to dial. Mistress Divine turns to me. "Now Princess, here we are, in the centre of our transformation clinic. I know you've been here before in... different circumstances." She gives a little chuckle, and points to the three corridors heading off from the nurses station. "You will have gone to that one.. that's where our paying clients go to, and we're going to that one, where bad little boys are turned into good sissy bois." She points to the final corridor. "But don't go near that door sweety, that's were the really bad boy's are brought in... and changed. Very bad boys... murderers, terrorists, rapists... all sent here for our unique brand of correction.." She gives a light chuckle. "They're all changed men now..." I tremble at the thought, which amuses her, but then she frowns. "But princess, I know your cute little ass might be a mite sore, but aren't you forgetting something?" Oh shit.. "Sorry Mistress Divine!" I squeak, carefully lowering myself to my knees. "Well done sugar, but do try and remember or we will have to punish you won't we?" "Y.. yes Mistress Divine," I reply, eyes lowered, nervously wondering just what she's capable of. "Miss Divine?" the nurse interrupts. "Your.. guest is ready to receive visitors. The.. err.. video feed you requested is now working." "Oh excellent, get up princess, you're going to love this." She tugs gently on the leash, as I carefully rise to my feet. "Hmm.. you need work on that princess. I think I'll arrange a training session for you." "Yes Mistress Divine, thank you Mistress Divine," I say meekly standing beside her. "Or.," she says moving in close, her heady perfume filling my senses as she presses her leg between mine. "We could just let you crawl everywhere like a bitch? Or a pussy cat hmm?" The sweet tone of her voice makes her words somehow more scary, especially as she pulls on the leash bringing my lips within an inch of hers. "I'd like that princess.. you being my little sissy kitty boi..." "P.. please Mistress D.. Divine.. I.." I stammer and she chuckles, gently stroking my cheek. "I know sugar.. but soon you'll do what ever I tell you to.. and beg to do it." She smiles, her hand moving to caress my chin. "But you know one thing princess?" "N.. no Mistress Divine," I whisper, aware the nurse is watching us intently. "I'll miss that little hint of defiance in your eyes... I truly will..." And with that she leans in and brushes her pink lips against my red ones before pulling back. "And now.. onwards to see Robyn.." I follow meekly behind as she leads me down the corridor, and stops at the third door on the right, before giving me a pointed look. I drop to my knees, leaning forwards 'til my head is facing downwards to make it clear I'm not watching as she types in on another key pad. There's a click, and a tug upwards on the leash, guiding me up to stand beside her again, before she opens the door and leads me in. "Well hello there Robyn, how are you?" she says, blocking my view for a second, so I can only hear a muffled reply. "I've brought you a little treat... Angel step forwards." I step out from behind her and gasp. Mr Winters.. Robyn's face is already in bandages as is his chest, which bulges in an extremely feminine manner. What skin I can see is smooth, and his puffed up lips push through the bandages. "H.. hello Robyn..." He groans at my words, body twisting slightly.. I wonder why as I step back with a start. "It's okay Angel, it's because he likes you. Our sweet little Robyn is soo going to have a crush on you when we're finished. Not that he didn't have before right?" Mistress Divine gives another charming little giggle, then points at a screen on the wall. "This is what he's been watching my princess, with a little electrical encouragement in all the right places..." I look at the screen and see.. me... oh my, me in the bondage outfit Miss Cleo put me in the other day, and me.. walking to Diane. The three of us watch me being plugged and gagged, before the scene cuts.. to me, last week in the apartment, bound and squirming in my bed, then with Maddy coming in to finish me off.. then.. oh.. from just a few minutes ago, through what must be a 2 way mirror, me being punished by the guard. I'm bright red, watching my own flushed face, hearing my own humiliated voice.. I try to look away, but Mistress Divine gently pushes my face back to the screen so I can watch myself orgasm.. and see the splatter as my cum hits the glass... "Isn't it delightful? I could watch it for hours princess, and Robyn here will be watching it for hours, days even.. by the end of it he will associate you with sex. If he's been really good we'll even allow him a taste of your cum from our stores.. and I expect within a week he'll be begging to wear your used panties," Mistress Divine smiles at me. "You're going to have your own sweet lil fanboi! Won't that be lovely?" "Y.. yes Mistress Divine," I say stammering, and she nods smiling. "Well fun time over I suppose, we need to get you back to the office honey, and Robyn needs to catch up on his TV. I hear in the next episode you strip and slowly turn around showing your body off to four young women, apparently it's a good one, sweet lil Robyn tries to cum every time he sees it... don't you boi?" Robyn groans, flinches as if stung then nods. I shudder to think what he's going through.. though remembering his comments form last night makes it easier to stand. He deserves at least a part of what's happening to him... but.. making him fixated on me? That's scary... But now it is time to go, and with forced kiss from me on Robyn's swollen lips, I'm lead out by Mistress Divine, past the nurse, past the guards (Where the heavy collar is removed) and back into the office. "Hmm.. I guess it's too late for you to work as my PA today princess, so go to your desk for now. You can get changed at lunchtime... oh and sweetie, don't forget that you're at your apartment tonight, and don't be late. I'm expecting you to have visitors..." "Yes Mistress Divine, thank you Mistress Divine," I say with a curtsy, wondering just what kind of visitor I can expect.. and doubting I will like whatever it is... I walk over to my desk, through the quiet of the office, a lot of bored 'girls' staring at me, then giggling as the vibes in their arse's start off. I guess it's no wonder I've been doing so well when the work has been collected. I reach my desk to see candi, dressed in a baby pink outfit that doesn't cover very much, watching me around a big pink pacifier. I blush slightly... I think it might be the same one I was gagged with last night! Still I sit down at my desk and power up the computer... I guess I've got about a half hour til lunchtime and I can get into my office 'uniform' It feels so weird sitting here without the dildo in my ass, or the cuff on, and.. I'm not sure I like it... Then there's the sound of high heeled footsteps, behind me and I turn and look to see a supervisor glaring at me. "What do you think you are wearing you little slut?" "M.. Mistress Divine said..." I stammer, trying to explain my situation, but she glares at me until I'm silent. "No cuff, No uniform, late into work.. trying to use a managers name as an excuse?" She shakes her head. "I bet you don't even have your little friend in your ass do you?" "No Miss," I reply. "You know the drill then slut, over the desk, ass out, ready to count." "Y.. yes Miss," I reply rising from my seat, dropping into a curtsy, before reluctantly turning and bending over my desk. "Not even wearing a skirt? What sort of sissy are you?"She says from behind. "Hmm.. back of the legs then slut. Don't forget to count and thank me for each one..." "N.. no Miss," I say then squeal as her hand comes down on the back of my thighs. "One Thank you Miss!" It's twenty slaps before I'm allowed to sit down, and she walks back to the other supervisors... and then a minute later the next one comes up, with exactly the same lines.. oh fuck... In fact there's time for four more supervisors to spank my sore legs and ass before the lunch bell rings, and they leave me alone, sobbing. Even candi looks sorry for me, and it so wasn't my fault... I'm not even in a fit state to run and get changed.. at least not immediately, and I flinch when another supervisor walks up. "Angel?" She asks, and I nod, cringing slightly. "There is a new class this afternoon, for girls who have been nominated by the senior staff. It's for training to be PA's I believe. You have been nominated, and are to attend after lunch." "Y.. yes Miss, thank you Miss," I reply sniffling. "B.. but I.. I'm under orders to work for Mistress Thorne this afternoon..." "Mistress Thorne has sanctioned your presence in this class. Your uniform is ready in your room, I suggest you eat and then go get ready, the class starts five minutes after the lunch break and the teacher does not tolerate tardiness." "Yes Miss, thank you Miss" I reply, getting a hold of myself... I wonder who nominated me? Maybe Mistress Divine, or Mistress Thorne.. but if it's a nasty class it could be Miss Black.. or Miss Cleo.. hmm.. are they senior enough? I ponder this as I hurry to grab my food from the canteen, eat it a little too quickly and scurry to my room, to get ready. Whatever this class is I do not want to be late! Besides it's a chance to rub some cream into my arse and legs to ease the pain from the punishments... and they were so unfair! I pick through the uniform, putting on the plain white panties and bra, and buttoning up the plain white blouse. It really is a school uniform.. I roll up the dark green pantihose and fasten the green plaid kilt around my waist. It's short, but not overly so... like a real school skirt. Even the black patent Mary Jane's only have a 3" heel, and there's a tie and blazer as well. I take the opportunity to pull my hair into two pigtails on either side of my head.. if a schoolgirl they want, that's what they'll get... I look in the mirror and blush, my make-up is a little strong, but I look the part. I don't even need to dot on pretend freckles.. I have them already. I wind one of the pigtails around my finger and pout at the mirror.. ooh.. sexy but innocent. I... I want to hike the skirt up and show more leg.. and get some higher heels, but I suspect changing the uniform will only get me into trouble. With a final glance at my reflection, I pick up the little school satchel provided and head out to join my class. Walking along the corridors is strange, this is the most dressed I've really been for a while, and going down the stairs feels odd without towering heels. At least I'm not alone, I'd been worrying about finding the right room, but there are about 20 other 'girls' waiting, all dressed the same. I join them at the back, and wait until a bell rings and we all walk into a side room, laid out like an old fashioned school rooms. There are individual desks with their own wooden seats, and a raised teachers desk at the end before a black board, on which is written our seating plan. There's gossiping among the other girls as we take our seats. I stay quite as I sit down, carefully smoothing the little pleated skirt beneath me. I carefully lay out the pen, pencil and ruler provided and wait, even as the gossip around me grows louder. A quick glance shows Diane of all people is sat on the other side of the central aisle and she smirks at me... making me quickly look away. Then a sudden hush descends as I hear a pair of high heels click clack across the floor, before stopping beside me. Then a cane slaps down on the corner of my desk, making me gasp, then a familiar voice says. "What a shower! When a member of staff comes into the room, all schoolgirls will rise and stand at their desks until told to be seated, do you all understand?" "Yes Mistress Thorne." There is a chorus, then an uneasy silence. "Well do it then!" She says. "Honestly, do you little sluts all want to be in detention tonight? Last one standing will be caned!" There's a mass scrape of chairs against the floor as we all struggle to get up... I don't think I'm last, and wince as one of the girls chairs topples as she stands, crashing to the floor. I swear I hear a slight chuckle from Mistress Thorne... though I haven't even seen her yet I can sense her presence just behind me. "You girl what's your name?" she calls out to the girl with the toppled chair. "Luscious, Mistress Thorne," she says nervously, turning to face... "Eyes front!" Mistress Thorne orders and the girl turns forwards again. "Right.. go stand facing the corner, the one to the right of my desk, hands on head. Do it now!" "Yes Mistress," Luscious says almost running to the corner. "And who was last?" Mistress Thorne says. "You know.. I'm not sure... so the rest of you are safe, for now." And with that she sets off again, slowly walking past me... I glance to see her auburn hair is back in a bun, and she's wearing a black skirt suit, seamed black stockings and patent black court shoes. As she reaches the front she turns to face us, showing a burgundy corset over a white blouse, and dark glasses, so dark we can't see her eyes. My eyes however are focused on her shiny crimson lips, currently held with an amused twist. "Well then.. good afternoon class," she says idly toying with the cane in her hands. "Good afternoon Mistress Thorne," we all chorus in reply. "Well done, you may now be seated," she says, scanning the room as we all lower ourselves to our seats. "Now... let me tell you why you are all here, and how this is going to work." She turns to perch herself on the edge of her desk, and slowly crosses her stockinged legs... I hope the groan I make is silent... but the way she turns her head slightly in my direction and her lip curls upwards I doubt it was. "Each of you has been nominated by a senior supervisor, or a manager as a potential promotion candidate. A few lucky girls have even been nominated by several managers... now if you don't want a promotion, you can leave now..," she pauses to scan the room, looking at us, and I hear at least one chair behind me scraping back slightly. "But... the person who nominated you would be most upset if you left without even trying... they might think you were trying to make them look bad." She turns her hand to examine her crimson nails, seeming to examine them closely as she adds. "And you know how... temperamental we women can be." There's a stifled nervous giggle, and... Mistress Thorne doesn't even bother to look up. "Alison, to the corner to the right of my desk now..." There's another scrape of a chair, and a blonde 'girl' probably in her late forties slowly heads to the next corner. "Now... most of you will fail this class. I will make certain of that." Mistress Thorne looks up again and scans the room. "Some of you have been nominated for this before, and know just how that might happen, for the rest of you let me explain," Another pause, and another slight smile. "Don't worry sissies I'll use simple words." "There are four corners in this room, if you are sent to one, it is a demerit. If all the four corners are full and you misbehave in a way that would normally lead to you being sent to the corner, you have automatically failed the class. Whether you fail or not, a demerit means 10 strokes of the cane. However I do not mind girls racking up the demerits... but should you ask me to stop during your punishment you will automatically fail the class." In what I assume is an attempt to break our concentration she re-crosses her legs, idly swinging one her heels off her toes... "Should you behave, then there is the question of uniform. This will change every week, and I expect everyone of you to dress correctly, as a couple of examples, if your skirt is too long or too short, if you wear stockings and the seams are not straight... you will earn demerits. If you answer back, or gossip in class you will earn demerits." She smiles. "Finally there is the class itself. You will learn about the company, your role in the company, you will learn obedience. At the end of each class anyone who has not met the required level will fail the class... if you wish to ask a question you must raise your hand and wait to be addressed, so any questions?" I glance across as Diane's hand goes up, and Mistress Thorne pauses. "Yes Diane what is it?" "Mistress Thorne..." she begins, but Mistress Thorne raises her hand to stop her. "Stand when you are asking a question sissy," she says, and Diane glares at her challenging her for a second before rising to her feet. "Mistress Thorne I..." "Hands behind your back when you ask a question," Mistress Thorne says sweetly. "Yes Mistress Thorne," Diane replies, fighting a scowl, and clasping her hands behind her. "Is this acceptable Mistress Thorne?" "Why yes it is," Mistress Thorne replies with a smile. "You can sit down now." "B.. but I didn't get to ask a question!" Diane whines petulantly. "Why I think you did girl..." Miss Thorne says with another wider smile. "You asked if that was an acceptable pose, and I said that it was." "Yes Mistress Thorne," she replies sulkily, and I hear a couple of stifled giggles as she prepares to sit again. "Not so fast slut," Mistress Thorne says, pointing at her with her cane. "I do not care for your tone missy... back left corner now." "Yes Mistress Thorne," Diane says pushing her chair back and reluctantly walking to the required corner. "Well then, aren't we doing well today class?" Mistress Thorne asks rhetorically before sliding of the desk and walking round to the black board. "And this is how I shall record you demerits." She draws a line against each of the girls she has sent to the corner, three for Diane, then turns back to face us. "Now.. let us begin, You should all have a sheet of paper, a pencil, pen and ruler. I want you to neatly draw four lines on the paper and write on the top one your name, on the second your cup size, on the third your sexual preference and on the fourth your favourite kink." She smiles. "This will help us get to know each other better won't it sissies? Oh and do remember to write neatly." I carefully draw out the lines, doing my best to make them parallel, then carefully write out the questions. It's hard to write neatly as it's an old style fountain pen and I'm left handed, so I have to be really careful not to smudge. I notice a couple of girls put their hand up for more paper.. and that a demerit gets marked against each of them... I carefully write out, Angel, 36 C... I write female for sexual preference, wondering if I should put something for fancying some of my class mates, but decide to leave it out. I blush as I write bondage for the final answer wondering if it's a good idea, and acknowledging it gives me a stiffening bulge in my pantihose "Raise your hands when you are done," Mistress Thorne asks as I'm part way through carefully writing my final word, and notice several girls hands shoot up immediately. Mistress Thorne stalks over to check each one, telling two of them to restart, and marking two demerits against each of their names. Nervously I raise my hand and she walks over, leaning over my shoulder to examine my work... I feel the curve of her breast pushed against my shoulder and blush, she's not done that with any of the other girls... "That is acceptable Angel, well done," she says quietly. "Now sit quietly, eyes down, hands flat on the desk to either side of your paper." "Yes Mistress Thorne," I reply, shivering slightly at her closeness.. It seems like an age until all the girls have finished, and the sound of writing is replaced by silence. "Okay then, Rosie was last, so she receives a demerit," Mistress Thorne says. "And now I want each of you to stand up and read out what you have written." She points to the girl on the front left, who rises to her feet, hands behind her back. "Sissy Silkystockings, 42DD, Anyone, A.. anal sex." "Hmm... that's not really a kink here now is it Sissy?" Mistress Thorne asks. "No Mistress Thorne," Sissy replies a flush on her over-tanned face. "One Demerit then. You may be seated" Mistress Thorne marks the board, then points to the next girl. "Go on then." "Cherry Bomb, 38D, Boys, Spanking," she says proudly, her dyed cherry red hair framing her face. "Well done Cherry. That earns you one mark," Mistress Thorne says. "And what a good attitude... next.. She works her way through the class, most girls getting demerits, occasionally one getting nothing or a positive mark, before she finally gets to me. "Angel, 36C, Female, B.. bondage," I reply, hoping for a mark, dreading a demerit... I get neither, and sit, feeling somehow cheated. Finally it's all done and Mistress Thorne gives her next instruction. "Now I want each of you to stand beside your desk, ready for inspection." "Yes Mistress," we reply and rise, standing nervously, as she goes along the rows. First is Sissy.. who is asked to hold out her hands palms down then palms up.. she gets the ruler slapped into her palm for ink marks on her hands and blouse cuffs. I hurriedly examine my own.. cuffs are clean, but there's a smudge on my left hand... I try to rub it off surreptitiously, but it merely draws Mistress's attention to me. "Hands out Angel," she says, and I comply, tensing slightly. "Oh look a little smudge.. and smeared... palm out." "Yes Mistress Thorne," I reply, holding out my hand and flinching as she slaps it with the ruler. "And Angel, one demerit for trying to hide that mark." "Y.. yes Mistress," I reply, flushing in embarrassment. Most of the girls get the slaps, but no one else tries to rub any marks off. We have to sit down again and then one my one are called out to practice our curtsy's. I actually get a mark for mine, whilst one girl stumbles and receives an extra demerit. I guess all that maid training has paid off. "Well that's our first class over," Mistress Thorne finally says, after a few more 'lessons' "All the girls who did not receive demerits can leave now." Cherry, and two more girls get to leave, looking smugly at the rest of us as they go.. leaving the remaining girls sitting nervously. Luscious is first, to take her ten, then Alison, and Diane... one by one all the 'girls' take their turn. One.. who's name I don't recall breaks down sobbing and asks to leave the class, and another asks to leave before she's even struck. Of course Mistress Thorne lets her leave, but only after she's taken her ten strokes of the cane. Finally it's only me left.. I must have been the last girl to make an error... that's embarrassing. But when she calls me up she grabs my tie and jerks me in to kiss me hard on the lips... I respond of course, my hands moving up to rest on her shoulders. I open my lips to let her tongue invade, welcoming it... and feeling her release the tie and move her hands to caress my sides. After a while she pulls up for air. "Kneel my Bitch." I immediately comply, dropping to my knees, looking up at her for her next instruction. "Eyes down... and.. yes I think you've earned the right to kiss my shoes whilst I'm wearing them..." "Yes Mistress Thorne, thank you Mistress Thorne," I reply, flushing as I realise how very eager I feel, that I'm actually grateful I can kiss her gorgeous stilettos. "You know my bitch, you are always going to receive at least one demerit in this class? I will not have anyone claim I'm playing favourites." "Yes Mistress Thorne, I understand Mistress Thorne," I reply breaking off from her shoes for a brief second. "Good girl.. why I'm almost over my disappointment from you not turning up yesterday," she says with a little chuckle. "Tell me Angel, would you like to kiss my feet?" "Ooh.. yes Mistress Thorne..." I gush, making her laugh. "Well then.. follow me," she says pulling me upright by my tie and leading me over to her desk. She perches on the edge again. "Remove my shoes, kiss them.. and then you may worship my feet." "O.. of course Mistress Thorne," I reply, removing the patent heels, kissing them softly before placing them carefully on the floor.. then I kneel again and start to rub her stockinged feet before placing one in my mouth and sucking on it... Mistress Thorne let's out a massive sigh of contentment, and I continue to suck, lick and kiss her stockinged feet for a while... I can smell her arousal and feel warm that I've caused it. "Well then my schoolgirl slut, time for your demerit. Assume the position," she says with a sigh... "Y.. yes Mistress Thorne," I stammer, I'd secretly hoped she'd forgotten, as I rise to my feet and bend over the desk, trembling nervously. "Oh come now Angel, you're looking forwards to this as much as I am, don't pretend otherwise," Mistress says in an amused tone, as she slips her shoes back on. "We've had a lovely little warm up and now it's time for the main course." "Y.. yes Mistress Thorne," I reply meekly. "Oh no, you're not getting out of it that easily bitch, tell me what you want, and how much you want it?" I flush even brighter, and tremble, my ass wiggling slightly. "M... Mistress Thorne, I.. I want my arse caned... I want it caned hard... I want it caned by you... ooh..." The last comment is as she reaches up under my skirt to stroke my ass through the pantihose, then slip down to run her finger along my stiff cock. "Say please my bitch." "Please Mistress Thorne may I have my caning now?" I say whimpering. And the hand is removed, flipping up my skirt as it does so, and the strokes begin. Oh gods it hurts.. it hurts a lot, but I say my lines, get more and more excited, and I know she's enjoying it... "Well done Angel," She says at the end, as I'm trembling and sobbing, my arse throbbing. "Hmm... now what time are we at? Ooh.. it's a little later than I planned, time does fly when you're having fun doesn't it bitch?" "Y.. yes Mistress T.. thorne" I whimper carefully standing. "Still want to be my bitch?" she asks casually, stepping up to the desk. "Y..yes Mistress Thorne," I say still sniffling. "Well then..." She takes a seat for the first time on the swivel chair behind her desk. "You'd better hide from Miss Black now hadn't you... she's really cross with you you know... I have no idea why." "Yes Mistress..." I stammer, the fear that has been sitting at the back of my mind all day suddenly returned to the front. "Well she's due here in oh.. about a minute," Mistress Thorne says airily, pushing the chair back from her desk a little. "And I only see one place to hide don't you?" "Yes Mistress Thorne," I say blushing. "Well then would you like to hide there?" "Yes Mistress Thorne!" I say again, my voice a little higher... "Ask nicely then..." "Please Mistress Thorne may I hide under your desk, and between your legs?" I say, wondering if that comment about Miss Black was just a tease or is actually true. "Why should I let a slutty little sissy bitch like you between my legs?" She says prolonging the agony even further. "B.. because I want to hide from Miss Black?" I stammer, taking a step toward her. "Oh but what's in it for me?" She asks crossing her legs and raising an eyebrow... I can't see her eyes through the glasses but I bet their twinkling. "I will pleasure you with my lips and tongue Mistress Thorne, and I will caress your legs lovingly with my hands..." "Are you going to make me cum my little bitch?" She asks sounding amused. "I will try my best Mistress Thorne," I continue. "Not good enough," she says moving her chair to go back under the desk. "I will I will!" I squeak, sure I can hear footsteps outside. "I promise I will make you cum Mistress Thorne." "Oh very well then," she says pushing herself back from the desk and uncrossing her legs. "You'd better get down there then." "Yes Mistress Thorne, thank you Mistress Thorne!" I squeak, and almost dive under the table. I think I've laddered my hose, but soon I'm in position, my sore ass resting on my heels, in the cramped confines of the footwell of the desk. Mistress Thorne rises a little to hike up her skirt and spread her legs wider, then light is cut off as she her self into the desk, so I fit between her shapely legs. "You'd better get started then, before we loose the moment my slut." And so I lean forwards between her legs, my head pressing against her crotch, overwhelmed by her scent, feeling her bare thighs on either side. I can hear the door slam open and footsteps approaching us, all be it muffled. "Where is that little cunt?" Miss Blacks voice comes out. "Pardon?" Mistress Thorne replies, a little of her stern teacher voice returning. There's a pause and I sense Miss Black is controlling herself. "Forgive me Miss Thorne, but I appear to be member short for my Maid class." "And how is this my problem?" Mistress Thorne replies shifting her hips slightly, reminding me to keep working. "Because the missing sissy was in your training class." "Oh.. which one?" Mistress Thorne's tone is achingly casual, even though I know she's excited. "The slutty little red-head!" Miss Blacks temper is fraying now. "Oh? Cherry, hmm.. I'm pretty sure she's not in your maid class." "Not that one, the ginger cunt!" Miss Black snaps. "The one..." Her voice tails off. Of course, Mistress Thorne is not supposed to know I'm the maid who challenged Miss Black... and she nearly spilled it! "Hmm.. well there is Angel, but she certainly doesn't have a cunt, so it must be someone else," Mistress Thorne says teasingly. "Maybe they dyed her hair?" "That's it! I am fed up with you treating me like one of the dumb-ass sissy sluts who infest this place!" Miss Black is furious. "I used to run this department, until you came along, and I can run it again... I don't care what fucking games you're playing, but I have had enough!" "Really?" Mistress Thorne says, her tone still neutral. "Then report me. If I have done anything against the rules, then do let me know. Now I think it is time for you to go, you still have a sissy to collect." "I will report you, you bitch!" Miss Black screams. "You're fucking finished." "That is quite enough Gertrude," Mistress Thorne's voice is cold now and she closes her legs against my head. "I am your manager, and I am quite prepared to mark you down for instant dismissal for gross misconduct for those comments. You know I have every right to, and you know I am recording this conversation don't you?" "What!" Miss Black squeals. "Why you...." "I suggest you control yourself and leave quietly, you still have a sissy to catch," Mistress Thorne's tone gets a little lighter again. "And we'll say no more about this little 'incident' okay?" "Yes Miss," Miss Black replies head lowered, knowing that she's lost, I can hear her move, ready to leave. "Oh and Gertrude, we both know why you were demoted, so don't talk to me about breaking the rules okay? Oh and when your little game is over, if you win I'll make sure you have a new manager. I'm sure Raven would love someone of your interests in her team... and if you loose... well it won't be an issue any more will it?" "No Miss" Miss Black says, and I wonder if the thought of working for the dreaded Mistress Raven is a big plus for her...and I hear her walk out and the door close behind her. "Now.. cunt... I didn't tell you to stop did I?" Mistress Thorne comments, pulling her chair back slightly. "No Mistress Thorne," I reply from between her thighs. "Well then get to it bitch, it's not long until Divine comes to collect you... and I think you owe me don't you?" "Yes Mistress Thorne," I whisper, my breath against the crotch of her panties, and I begin to lick them, starting her arousal all over again... It doesn't take long to have Mistress Thorne dripping wet again, this whole power game thing against Miss Black has kept her on edge, just as it's kept me scared. Of course being trapped under her desk, arse still throbbing, scared in my school uniform, has made me excited too, and my cock is stiff in it's tight white panties. The little moans Mistress Thorne is making do not help my self control any... then suddenly her legs clamp tight around my head as she cums. Of course I keep licking and kissing her panties, but it's not long before she pulls away "Get out bitch..." she says beckoning me, and I carefully crawl out, and stand before her. "Why you do look a sight don't you my slut?" "Y.. yes Mistress Thorne," I reply flushed, knowing I have runs in my pantihose, and guessing my make-up is smeared. "Hmm well you'd better go, Divine's chauffeur is here for you," she gestures and I turn to see Chanteuse, a slight smile on her face... I wonder how long she's been here? "And maybe you should tuck hmm? Your cock is ruining the line of your skirt." "Yes Mistress Thorne," I whimper, aware of the bulge sticking out from my panties, and flushing reach down to try and adjust myself. "Leave it for now, I'm sure your escort will take care of things," Mistress Thorne says with a smile, dismissing me with a casual wave of her hand. Still embarrassed I hurry to pick up my satchel, and walk toward Chanteuse, who promptly strides ahead of me and opens the door for me to walk through... outside she hands me a packet and points to the little sissies room. Seeing little option I go and use the facilities and find the pack only contains a pair of over the knee white socks, to replace the torn pantihose I suspect. Naturally I change those and then wash my face, removing the taste of Mistress Thorne, and most of my make-up off. Shit.. I look even more like a real schoolgirl now, especially now my erection has calmed down. Feeling better I walk out to meet Chanteuse, who nods and then leads me through Mistress Divine's office, which is empty, and out of her door onto the street. I follow her into the cold evening air, aware that normally.. I'd be dressed as a sissy maid right now, and ever so glad that this once I'm not. Though as she holds the door for me to let me get into the car, I realise my ass is going to be sore anyway.