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The Personal Assistant Belladonna Chapter One - Priya I started by bring stockings up my legs for the first time in years on a weekday. It was a familiar sensation, but it still felt odd to be doing it. I hooked the garters to the stockings before I stood up, feeling a bit more confident than I usually did in the morning. The garters pulled on my legs with each step. I shook my head at the sensation, wondering if I would get used to it again. It had been a long time since I had outwardly dressed 'girly.' It was not as if I was ever very masculine for a girl, but I had been playing my sexuality down for years, the pay saw to that. I finished dressing, covering my body with a tight fitting skirt and top that hugged my ample curves that I had been concealing for sometime. I grinned at the way it all made me look. I knew I was going to knock Nick out with it. I put on my makeup, more so than I normally did, but not enough to make me look some cheap tart. I pursed my pink lips and blew my reflection a kiss before I put on my heels and headed out the door of my condominium. I walked to my car and drove to the office I shared with my boss, Nick Callas. I had been working there for three years after having been handpicked to be his assistant by his wife. Gloria Callas was nothing like her husband. She was more assertive, beautiful and conniving. His family saw it from the start. They hated her, and she drove a wedge between Nick and them to keep them out of her business. It had been years since he spoke to any of his family or, now, former friends. Gloria moved him clear across the country and kept her wealthy husband to herself. He belonged to her alone, and she made sure that everyone who entered Nick's life knew it. I met the pretty woman only a few weeks after she engineered their cross-country move. She was smiling, flashing me a brilliant white grin that was framed by two, impossibly full red lips when she let me into the office. Although I was being hired to assist her husband, he deferred his hiring decisions to his wife. I soon realized that Nick knew that she would have it no other way. Gloria looked me over and gave me a nod as she took me in. I was nothing like her. While she was a thin reed with suspiciously large breasts, I was a thick, but not fat woman. Her light china doll skin and wavy blonde hair contrasted with my caramel, Indian skin tone and jet black hair that was cut short. I had never had short hair in my life until about two weeks prior to that interview. Honestly, if I knew that I was going to be interviewing for a job so soon after, I never would have cut it off for charity. I sometimes laugh about that, since, in hindsight, I never would have gotten the job if I showed up there with long hair. Gloria wanted someone dowdy. I was not a frumpish mess when I walked in, but I thought I was interviewing to be Gloria's assistant, not her husband's, based on the calls I had scheduling the interview. While we talked, her husband rarely came up. She examined everything I did and analyzed every word I said and the way I said it. She smiled when she offered me the job, paying 50 percent more than I was already making. I practically fell over myself to accept the offer, wondering how I could be hired sight unseen by my real boss. That was a foolish thought in hindsight. Within hours of starting the job, I knew that while Nick and I were, officially, the only people working in the office, Gloria was always there in spirit, if not physical presence. Gloria dominated his life in a way I had never known that a woman could to do to a man. It was intriguing how he jumped every time an order came from her lips. While he showed some spine with the subordinates running his self-sustaining subsidiaries across the country, he became a yapping puppy around his wife, solely fixated on pleasing her to get her attention. I could not believe what this woman had done to this man. He was the wealthy one when they married. She was just a trophy wife, but she had become so much more. She pulled the strings, and he did nothing to fight it. He had surrendered to her completely. It was an amazing thing to witness. Gloria tolerated no dissent from him and made sure that I was there to give her updates on him hourly to ensure that he never strayed an inch from her. Nick knew that I was her spy. He alluded to it on more than a few occasions. While the man was painfully whipped, he was not blind. I acted as if I paid no attention to his words on the subject. I liked my job and knew that I had to stay in Gloria's good graces to keep it. That meant that the somewhat girly girl I had been before I stepped into the office had to stay hidden. I kept my hair short. I wore boxy, unisexual clothing that did nothing to flatter my figure. I kept my makeup to a minimum, when I even bothered to wear any all. Gloria always gave my plain appearance an approving look. She complimented me and alluded several times that she assumed that I was a lesbian. I never quite confirmed that, but she and her husband certainly shared that take on me. Although I hated how I looked, I had to admit that it made getting out of bed each morning much easier. Never in my adult life had it taken me such a short time to get ready for work each day. There was a certain freedom to it, but that part of my life is over. With Gloria dead, I had to do my part to ensure that Nick would keep me on. She was only in the ground two weeks before I found Nick's eyes wandering. He was confused, shell-shocked really. Gloria had exercised such utter dominion over his life that he simply did not know what to do without a woman telling him what he was supposed to do. I stepped in and made arrangements for his personal effects to be taken care of for him. Nick was thankful for that, but he was growing restless in his sorrow. I knew that if I didn't move now, I might lose everything. I pulled my car into the parking lot and got of the vehicle. I went up to our office to wait for him. I walked through the office to make coffee. I heard him coming down the hallway before I stepped over to a filing cabinet and drew it open. I smiled as I bent over at the waist as he pulled the door open. I heard it close behind me before my eyes darted to his face. His eyes quickly darted away from me, as if he thought I did not notice him checking out my ass! I grinned as I greeted him before standing up. I could tell that Nick wanted to ask why I was dressed so prettily, but he knew better than to ask. I sauntered up to him and asked if he wanted a cup of coffee. "Yes, that would be nice," Nick said through a stammer while he tried not to stare at my cleavage that was spilling out of my dress. "Right away, Sir," I replied. I turned my head slightly as I walked away. I caught his grinning face before he turned shaking his head. I made the cup of coffee up and brought it into him. A smile returned to my face as I bent over again while I placed the coffee cup before him. Nick's eyes were at eyelevel with my girls and they filled his vision before he blushed and looked to the side. He thanked me before I asked, "Is there anything else I can get you for you, Sir?" "What's with this 'Sir' nonsense?" Nick replied with a laugh. I smiled back at him in response. We were on a first name basis after all. Gloria would not tolerate Nick getting a big head by being treated with deference by a female employee. His deferential executives that he talked with by a phone gave him more respect than she liked as it was already. I giggled girlishly just to throw him off some more. He was confused by it, but he was smiling before I put my hand on his shoulder and said, "I just wanted to show you how much I revere you." "Revere?" Nick responded with another laugh. I bet he wondered how a woman could say such a thing after he spent years worshiping the ground beneath Gloria's spoiled feet. I bowed slightly, amusing him more before I cupped his chin. Nick froze as his eyes stared into mine while I asked, "Is there anything else I can get for you...Sir?" I could feel Nick swallow hard before I released his chin. He blinked a few times, undoubtedly understanding why I cooed those words. Nick opened his mouth a few times before the words flowed out, "Are you hitting on me?" "Me? Why Sir, don't be ridiculous. You know why your wife hired me," I replied with a laugh before I sashayed out the door. My eyes peered up into to the mirror his wife installed in his office to check her appearance when she stopped by. I saw his eyes fixating on my hips and ass as a smirk came across my face. ----------------------------------------------------------------------- Chapter Two - Nick As Priya's ass finished swaying its way out my door, I leaned back in my chair. I was shocked by what she was doing. She was a lesbian. Gloria had told me so in no uncertain terms when she hired her. Still, she looked good. Really good! Better than I ever would have guessed, that's for damn sure. I had always wanted her to wear some makeup and dress a little more girly, but I knew that Gloria would not stand for it. Priya was chosen for a reason. The ugly duckling apparently had a little more to work with than me and my wife had ever given her credit for. The day was a typical workday. I did what I had to do. Priya came in and helped me when I needed it. My eyes were far more entertained by her than usual, but I was able to keep my hands to myself. I went home that evening after picking up the dinner that Priya had arranged for me. She was the most important person in my life since Gloria passed. She did everything for me. When I was a mess and could not arrange the funeral, she stepped in and did it. It was a small service. Her small family came, as well as a few of her friends, before I was left alone to grieve. I threw myself into my work, but there was not nearly enough of it. I stayed on my subordinates more than I had since Gloria moved me away from where the businesses actually were. I thought about going back. There was nothing for me here anymore. All I had left here was my work and that could follow me anywhere, which Gloria had gone out of her way to prove to me years earlier. I wondered if my family would welcome me back. Maybe I could repair some of my old friendships too. As it was, the closest thing I had to a friend was Priya. She listened to me, but she was on my payroll. I wondered if she would move back with me. I would definitely need someone to orchestrate it. When I walked into work the next morning, man, there she was again. I looked at her with a slack jaw while she stood there with her hoop earrings dangling to her shoulders. She looked almost trashy in the tightest, dark grey miniskirt I had ever seen in an office place. The skirt came to a rest over her black patterned tights. I could see the straps of her black bra through her skintight, sleeveless crop top that barely covered her navel. She turned, giving me a look at her side profile. Her breasts were so stacked. They made up for so much. She smiled coyly at me before I returned it. I was stunned by the fact that she was keeping it up. I was not upset about it in the least though. I walked over towards my office after we exchanged pleasantries. Finally, I shook my head as I had to ask, "What's with the sudden wardrobe change?" "What are you talking about? I've had these clothes for years?" "Right?" I replied with a laugh. "No. I'm a girly girl," she replied with a laugh. "Oh, yes. That's been so obvious," I responded with mock sarcasm. She laughed as she said, "No seriously. I only dressed like that because Gloria wanted me to." I gave her an inquisitive look and wondered if my secretary's wardrobe had been dictated by my wife. It would not shock me if she did. She saw to everything. She was great like that. Priya smiled as she said, "Here, let me show you." I walked around her desk and stared at her monitor as she brought up her Flickr account and showed me photographs of her through the years. The high school girl I was looking at looked nothing like the Priya I had grown to know. She looked far more girlish than I ever thought she could. This girl was not the girl I had gotten to know, even if she was still, somewhat emerging on weekends despite her butch haircut. I gave her a compliment that made her blush before I walked into my office to get to work. It was another normal office day. I think maybe I called Priya into my office a little more than usual, but, then again, she was certainly giving me something to brighten up my day whenever she strolled into my office. Weeks passed and the outfits kept flowing out of her closet. I saw guys staring at her on the street. The deliverymen were in just as much shock as I was about her transformation. They had never known that she was this butterfly, but there was she was, reemerging from her cocoon and on full display. God, she was stunning. I mean, stop you in your tracks, beautiful. She was sitting there wearing a low cut, red dress with a plunging v- neckline when she was stuck on the phone setting up my dinner order. She waved at me as I walked past her. She held up her cup and asked if I could get her a cup of coffee. I was surprised by the request. She was my assistant after all, but I did not want to refuse. I smiled as I took the cup and asked how she liked her coffee. She let me know before I came back with the cup for her. She thanked me after she hung up the phone. She took a sip and grinned while I just stared down at her. She crossed her legs together before she asked if I needed anything. I told her that I was fine as I started to sit on the edge of her desk. I gave her a compliment about her outfit. She grinned as she patted my knee while she thanked me. Her hand lingered as she began to rub my knee with her thumb. I gave her a nervous look before I decided that I could not fight it anymore. I wanted her. I smiled as I asked, "Would you like to go out sometime?" "You think I'm that way?" She replied as she pulled her hand away from my knee. I gave her a confused look. I wondered if she was a lipstick lesbian before she continued, "I think you could go my way." Priya winked as she got up. I was confused by her statement. Was she straight? She had to be. What else could it be? She couldn't think I was a lesbian. There's no such thing as a male lesbian. She wasn't crazy. "What do you mean?" I asked. "Oh, don't be afraid. I could make it mind blowing." "Make what mind blowing?" I inquired, seeking clarity that she seemed to have no interest in giving me. "Come on over after work, and I'll show you," she replied as she went to copy something for me. I went back to my office and tried to work. My attempts at focusing were fruitless, however. I kept thinking about what Priya was promising me. I wondered if I should go through with it. I was stupid to be even considering it, but I needed it. I wanted her. After work, I followed her to her apartment. She let me inside before she dropped her dress to the floor. I stared at her body, covered only in her tights, black bra, jewelry and the high heels on her feet. My eyes widened as I knew I was going to have her. I stepped forward and kissed her before she pushed me back onto the couch. We started making out as I undid her bra. My hands crept under the waistband of her tights as her legs wrapped around mine. Priya's tongue tickled mine as she removed my top. I was sure where it was all leading until I wasn't. I tried to make my move, but she was having none of it. "You don't get it that easily," she replied. "Oh, I get what I want," I responded to her efforts to play hard to get. "You can get it, but you have to earn it," she replied as she stood up and walked away. "Where are you going?" I replied, horrified to see her walking away from me. I was too horny to be let down. "I'll be back. Stay right there," she cooed. I waited, frustrated beyond belief as I sat on the couch in my boxers with my pants at my ankles. Priya walked back in carrying something pink covered in frills. "These are for you," she said as she threw them at me. I grinned at the lacy lingerie and panties and said, "I bet these look great on you." "I don't need them," she retorted before she swiftly brought her tights down to her ankles. My eyes watched while she dropped down towards the floor before her tights and heels were tossed across the room. She gave me a full frontal look at all she had to offer me. I knew that she needed nothing to make her body look good. My pants and boxers were soon mixed with her castoff clothing as she straddled me and began working the lingerie top over my head. "What are you doing?" I replied, pushing against her. "Relax," she cooed into my ear before her lips met my neck. "This isn't right," I struggled, my dick pushing into her as she shook her head and told me, "It certainly feels right." I shook as the pink lingerie came down my body. It was so fucking pink and girly! She clutched my waist as she leaned backwards. My eyes stared at her tits as she tried to work the panties up my legs upside down. "What are you doing," I asked again while she stared bringing them up my legs. "Showing you what you were missing," she answered. She got up and shoved her tongue deep into my mouth as she brought the panties over my crotch. She straddled me again while she began to rub me through the silk and lace panties. I stared down at them, feeling horribly aroused and ridiculous. I wanted to tear the lingerie off me and walk right out of there, but I could not resist the feeling. It felt so wonderful. Better than anything I had felt in a long time. "My God," I moaned as she continued to work her hand against my dick. "You love it," she giggled. "No," I lied, shaking my head. "My little lesbo loves it," she countered with steely-eyed determination while she squeezed my balls making me yelp before she stroked my dick further. "No," I moaned before she countered with a stern whisper, "Yes." I shook before I felt myself shooting off with quick, several loads. My panties felt sticky as the cold mess covered my shrinking dick. I blushed, horrified by what I had let Priya do to me. She giggled while she looked me in the eyes and said, "Your little guy gives you away fast." I blushed further. If I could have disappeared into nothingness at that moment, I would have. Priya kissed me as she added, "You love it. Just say it." "I love it," I whimpered before she got up. She handed me my shirt and pants and said, "I'll see you tomorrow." "Do I have to go?" "You have to pickup your dinner order." "But can't I..." "You can stay another night. When you're ready to take that step," she replied, raising her eyebrows. Priya pushed me towards her door. I struggled to get my feet into the legs of my pants before I put on my shoes, forgetting my socks in her apartment in the process. I was buttoning up my shirt by the time I stepped out of her door. She paused to kiss me before she sent me on my way. I grinned as I looked back at the closed door before I brought my fingers to the second to last button beneath my chin. My fingers felt the lace of my lingerie beneath it. They shot away before they quickly covered it up by buttoning the last button. I stared down at my pants and knew that my boxers were behind Priya's locked door too. The cold mess in my panties would not let me forget it. I wanted to go back and beg for them back, but she had forced me out like this for some reason. God, I wanted her again and I needed to do what it ever it took to get back in there again. ----------------------------------------------------------------------- Chapter Three - Priya I awoke the next morning with a spring in my step. I sauntered out of bed and had a quick breakfast before I began getting ready for work. I brought my phone into the bathroom with me, pausing as I put on my makeup to send Nick a good morning text. I wondered what he thought about it as I put on eyeliner. Perhaps he would do it. I wished he would. Still, a part of me expected him to try to push back. Perhaps Gloria had not crushed every bit of his will to resist a willing woman. That thought lingered in my head before I saw his reply. I opened up the attachment and saw the shaved spot on his legs. I grinned as I texted back, "Looking Good. Make Sure U Get It All ;)" I leaned against the doorway to the bathroom with a grin on my face as I thought about Nick Callas shaving his body for me. I had to push it further. I had no choice, but first I had to give him enough time to finish shaving. After I finished putting on my makeup, I put on my heels, grabbed my bag and headed out the door of my apartment. Before I reached the door of my car, I had sent the next text. "Seriously," the text back read before I replied, "Totally ;)" I grinned, deciding to let the pieces fall where they may. I drove to the office and set up at my desk. I began to work as I waited for Nick to come in. The first hour passed and I started to worry. He was never this late. I wondered if I had pushed him too far too soon. I started recalibrating the situation in my head as I tried to come up with an angle to work to make it all seem like a big joke before I tried to steer him back to where I needed him. Nick walked into the office a few minutes later. His sheepish look drew my eyes. I could see he was embarrassed as he moved towards me. I sucked my lips in, wanting to let him take the lead. "Hi," he said while blushing. I gave him an enthusiastic hello as I got to my feet. I moved towards him and hugged him closely, feeling the straps of my teddy beneath his shirt. I kissed his lips before I said, "You wore it for me, baby?" Nick nodded, unable to meet my eyes. He was so ashamed. I pushed my hand towards his crotch and felt his growing dick. I clasped it through his brown pants and soiled pink panties. He let out a short eek that made me smile. He blushed at it before I kissed him again and told him happy he had made me. I smiled as I let him go. Nick went into his office while I scuttled into the kitchenette to get him his morning coffee. Nick took it with a smile before we both got to work. I peered in at him throughout the day when I wasn't going into his office. After we shared lunch, I caught sight of something odd from his office. I grinned as I saw him rubbing between his legs. I stormed into his office and shouted, "What do you think you're doing, Mister?" Nick yanked his hands away from his crotch as he said, "I wasn't...." "Save it," I scolded him. "But..." "Why would you wank off when you've got this coming," I asked, cutting my dumbstruck boss off, demanding an answer. He was silent as he looked at me. I shook my head as I bent down and looked at him and said, "Playing with yourself is never better than the real thing." I stroked under his chin as Nick nodded in silent agreement with me before I said, "If you want to be with me. Then, I'm the only who will make you cum, okay?" "Yes," Nick replied in a low voice, conceding the ownership of his right to orgasm to me. I smiled at him before I placed a brief kiss on his lips. He licked them, I'm sure tasting the residue of my lipstick that was left behind to remind of him of his prize. I sauntered back to my desk. I got back to work, but I made sure that his every need was attended to without delay, anticipating his requests for cups of coffee, glasses of water, copy jobs and other assorted errands. He loved the attention I was giving, fussing over every little thing for him. By the time we headed over to his home after work, Nick could barely keep his hands off me. He wanted me to ride home with him, but I told him that I needed my own car. He was disappointed that we were going to be separated that little bit of time, but I knew that even a little distance makes the heart grow fonder. I arrived at his home, about twenty minutes after I figured he would get there. I wanted to make him wait a little. I wanted to make him desperate enough to think about calling to see if I was really coming. As I made my way towards his door, his door swung open. I grinned, realizing that he must have been waiting for me at one of the windows like a good doggie. Nick was upon me the moment I walked through the door. His lips greeted mine before he swept me up in his arms for a brief second. We hurried up the steps to his bedroom before we made love. We stayed in bed together for a half an hour after just talking. I ran my fingertips across his chest the whole time as I made him tell me his life story before I gave him mine. I could see in his eyes that he wanted more as his body recovered from what I gave him. I smiled at him before I said, "I've got to get going." "Why?" He asked in a begging tone. "I've got work in the morning. My boss is a real stickler for punctuality," I answered with a wink. "Do you really have to leave?" Nick pleaded. I almost wanted to give into him, but I knew that I had to keep him wanting more. I shook my head as I responded, "I've got some errands to run." "But it's late," Nick rejoined while he patted the bed. I bent down and kissed him before I said, "Maybe tomorrow." "It's a date," Nick said before I dressed and headed out the door for some early night shopping before going home for the night. The next morning, I woke up early and headed into work. I was toiling at my desk when I heard Nick pushing his way through the door. "Hey," Nick said with a grin as his eyes caught mine. "Hey," I replied back cheerfully as he took off his jacket, unaware that his powder pink teddy could be seen through the back of his white shirt without it. "I got you a little gift, baby," I said as I got to my feet and greeted him while I pulled it out of the bag. "What is that?" Nick inquired as he gazed at the cage in my hand. "It's a chastity belt." "What does it do?" "It keeps my pretty baby chaste." "Chaste?" "You know, untouched," I said with a smirk. "Huh?" "Don't act like you don't know," I pressed. "Know what?" "When I caught you red handed, what did I tell you?" "That it's not better...." "No. It never is, and if you want to keep indulging with the real thing, you have to give up the cheap knock offs." Nick nodded before I added, "And, as you agreed, I'm the only one who gets to get you off, right?" "Well, I..." I moved towards him as I said, "Are you telling me that I wasted my money on you..." "I'll pay you back..." "I thought you wanted me..." "I do want you..." "No. You don't. You just want sit there and jerk in your panties like a..." "No. I want to fuck you," Nick replied, forcefully. The desperation was clear in his tone. I gave him a grin before I walked into his office. I motioned for him to close the door before I drop to my knees and pulled down his pants. "What are you doing?" "Giving you an early taste of your reward," I replied before I yanked down his cum encrusted panties and plunged my lips onto his dick. I gave him every coy and submissive look I had in my arsenal as I took every inch of him down, showing him the skills that probably put his stuck-up wife's to shame. He was stunned as I went down on him in the office. I could see him staring out the window, probably wondering if anyone could see us at that moment. He came quickly before my lips pulled away from him. As his dick went limp, I finished cleaning it off before I looked at Nick and asked, "Are you ready?" Nick gave me confused look while I placed his member into the cage and pressed down the lock. I grinned as I licked the small amount of his cum I left just below my lip before I said, "Now, I own your orgasms." I saw Nick flinch at my words. His dick tried to swell but found itself painfully incapable of doing any such thing. I stood up as I twirled the key chain around my index finger as I said, "You have a call with accounting in fifteen minutes." Nick responded with some mumbled nonsense while he watched me walk past him in a tight skirt. I sat back at my desk and got to work. After a few seconds, I turned and looked over my shoulder at Nick. His eyes watched me through his doorway. He had made no attempt to pull up his pants or panties with only the bottom of his shirt providing his caged up dick with any modesty. I smiled as I looked at him and reminded Nick, "Nick, your call, baby." "Right," Nick replied with a vacant look as he shuffled towards his desk, never reaching for his pants. ----------------------------------------------------------------------- Chapter Four - Nick I took my phone in my hand and started to dial the accountant's number while my eyes remained transfixed on the prison that Priya had holed up my dick in. It looked so small in the cramped cage. I fielded the call before I pulled my panties and covered them with my pants. I called out to Priya before she walked back into the office. She smiled at me and asked what I needed. I gave her some documents to scan and send out to the accountant. She took them with a grin as she sashayed out the door. Her ass was my main focus before I felt a stabbing pain in my crotch. I tried to focus on my work as I turned back to my monitor, knowing too well that any feelings of arousal were going to be followed by pain. I worked throughout the day, occasionally feelings the pangs of pain. The pain grew more frequent as the end of the day came and Priya's promise of an after work reward consumed my thoughts. I was feeling desperate by the end of the day. I was upon her, basically begging with my eyes. Priya just smiled at me and acted like she was going to give a dog a treat. My lips kissed every inch of her neck once we walked into my home. I started undressing her. She did the same for me until we were on my couch with only my cock cage keeping us from both being totally in the nude. With every caress of Priya's hands, I felt a stabbing in my cock. Priya kissed me deeply as my useless cock tried to hump her. She laughed at my fruitless and pained efforts that were making me blush. She bit her lip before she said, "A tiger isn't so menacing when it's caged up." I looked at her blankly before she reached down onto the floor and pulled the key out from her pocketbook. She held it in front of my eyes and asked, "Do you want this?" I nodded in silence as the key dangled from a chain in front of my face. Priya nodded back as she said, "Then, let me hear you roar?" "Do tigers roar?" I inquired. "A lion does," she retorted, I suppose not happy to get into semantics about wildlife with me in the moment. I let out a pathetic roar that made Priya giggle. "No, really roar for me," she chided. I forced myself into more primal place as I roared as convincingly as I could. Priya's hands reached for my manhood and set it free. That was all it took for it to spring to life. I was inside her in seconds. I thrust into her as if my life depended on it. I heard her sigh as I came. I rolled and grabbed her as I threw her on top of me, reversing our positions. "I think you like me on top," she said before she patted the tip of my cock. She licked the small amount of cum that was on her fingertip before she kissed me. My mind was going in a number of different directions as I looked at her smiling face. I felt the click of the cage being locked in place before I could ask her to stay the night. She was off the couch before I looked down at the cage and asked, "Is this necessary?" "We know you can't stop playing with yourself." "Yes, I can," I replied, trying to hide my embarrassment over her statement. Priya kissed me before she said, "We both know that's not true. I'll see you tomorrow." "You said you'd stay," I blurted out. "I said I might stay," Priya replied before she added, "I don't like staying in someone else's place." "You should move in," I countered, desperate to get the cage off. "We'll see how you feel tomorrow," Priya replied before she finished dressing and left me alone. I had a terrible nights sleep. I kept waking up with pain in my crotch as my night boners got cut short by the damn cage that dug into my dick all night. After that night, I was at work first thing. I was there when she walked in. I begged her to move in. She kept pushing me away, saying I was moving to fast while I tried to show her that she had my unbending obedience. It took more than three hours of solid pleading before she relented to moving some of her stuff to my place so that she could stay the night when she wanted. With that decision made, we essentially spent every minute outside of the bathroom together. Even my late wife had never spent this much time with me. It was strange, but we were each others' world, and it seemed to work. It was great. We were there for each other. She even cared for me when I got a respiratory infection. While I got better, I started feeling numbness and tingling in my legs and hands and wrists. I did not know what it was, but I started to feel some prickling pain and weakness too. I tried not to complain to Priya. It was bad enough that I was a pantywaist, but I did not want her to think I was a crybaby too. I tried toughing it out over a week before the pain got too intense. I was barely able to walk when I had Priya call the doctor to let him know that I needed to see him. I was with the doctor for about five minutes before I found myself being whisked off to the hospital. It was only after my hospitalization that I was told my diagnosis. It was Guillain-Barr? syndrome. My reflexes became even worse to the point where I had none. I was paralyzed and hooked up to a respirator. Priya rarely left my bedside, leaving only to ensure that my subordinates were doing what they were supposed to. Even though I could not speak, she spoke to me constantly as I did my best to try to find some ounce of strength in my immobile body that seemed like a prison every waking minute. After two weeks in the hospital, I was finally able to move a finger. The hell of the prior two weeks gave way to the euphoria of being able to breath on my own. I formed the words to speak my devotion to Priya once I could. Everything I wanted to say to her I let out through tears even as she begged me to conserve my strength. Never had I needed anyone the way I needed her and she rose to the challenge. I'd follow that woman to the end of the world, and it was Priya who helped me walk out of the rehab facility under my own power. While I was able to regain my ability to move by the time I was discharged to begin undergoing out patient care, I was severely weakened. We could both sense that I was not the man I had been before the illness. Still, I was thrilled to be back home with Priya. She helped around the home before I began moving around it on my own while she was off at work. I looked forward to getting back to the office, but I knew that I could not rush it. The limitations of my condition were all too clear as I went through rehab to regain some of the strength I lost. My feeble efforts at opening a jar where made all the worse by Priya opening it for me. She could sense my embarrassment over being emasculated by her. She always followed it up with a joke or a kiss to try to dull the humiliation for me. I laughed along as she joking called herself my big strong man. Laughter was all I could do to keep from crying as I wondered if I was a failure of a man to be so turned on by her being stronger than me. ----------------------------------------------------------------------- Chapter Five - Priya Nick's illness horrified me. I could not believe what I was witnessing. The doctors gave him a good prognosis, but until it's all over, you really don't know what you were dealing with. The Nick that I had known did not walk out of the hospital with me. Nick had always been physically fit. This Nick's physicality was as weak as his will was around a girl he loved, and I had no doubt he loved me. There was no room for doubt left. He had proclaimed it in so many words. It was heart warming, really. No one had ever spoken such sweet words to me before. I actually felt a closeness with him that was unlike any other relationship I had been in before. I loved him, but I pitied him at the same time. These are things that typically do not coexist. Once I got him home, I realized just how dependent he was on me. He was unable to lift heavy things or open jars. He struggled with opening a tight window. He tried to hide his failures, but they were mostly in full view when he first got home. He did not want to concede anything, but as time went by, he increasingly asked me to do the things he found too difficult. I knew that it was partially killing him. I could sense his arousal though. With every show of strength I made, I saw his dick twitch. I had left off the belt since he took ill. I felt that it would be adding insult to injury at first, but it came to be a benefit for me to see his true feelings towards me. He loved being weaker than me. It was weird, and I hated to admit that I liked it as well. When he was finally strong enough for sex, I made my move. I climbed upon him. He looked at me with eager eyes. I could see that he was trying to manhandle me, to throw me to the side and have his way with me. That was not in the cards, however. He was mine. I had him pinned beneath me while I caressed his dick for a few minutes, getting it good and hard before I mounted him. I heard him moaning beneath me as I dictated the pace. He had no control over anything that was happening and it seemed to not matter to him. I brought him to orgasm before I got off him. He was panting as I freshened up in the bathroom. I returned and did it again to him, showing him just how much stronger I was than him in the process. He had gotten off the bed, but I pushed him back onto it. He could squirm all he wanted, but he wanted it and gave up and gave in, despite his urges to show that he was a man. "You like this don't you?" I said as I rolled off him. He shook his head, even as the smile he was suppressing told me he did. "You want to be Priya's little girl," I replied in a singsongy tone. "No," he responded even while his dick swelled, giving him away. "Really," I retorted with a smirk while I flicked the tip of his engorged manhood. Nick winced as he closed his eyes trying to deny it. "Don't try to deny who you are!" Nick eyes widened as he looked in my mine before I added, "I love you for who you are." "I know." Lovely words in response to a proclamation of love. I shook my head at him and said, "Don't you love me?" "Yes," he admitted. "And you love being weaker than me?" "I'm not...," he began to reply before I held down his arms. He struggled to move them before he blushed. I pushed my lips to his before I whispered, "Don't be silly." "I love it," he whispered. "You couldn't hide it if you tried," I retorted with a laugh. Nick blushed in response before I pushed further, "You don't need to come back anytime soon either." "Back where?" "To work, silly." "I need to get it back on..." "Everything is going great. Better than ever really." "Really?" "Yes. I'll show you." "Maybe we can go tomorrow?" "I suppose. It'll be nice having some help around the office." "Help?" "You know some company while I'm working." "But...I'm..." "Oh, you know what?" "No?" I laughed at his response before I said, "It would be so cute if you came as my secretary." "Your...secretary?" "Yes. It would be so much fun. We could get you dressed in the cutest little miniskirt." "Woo...hold on...I'm not a sissy." "Of course not, you're a girl, girlie," I replied before I kissed him. "No. I'm a man," Nick responded, trying to make himself believe it. I shook my head as I said, "It's settled. You're going to be the secretary." I put my finger to his nose before Nick shook his head and tried to push me off him. I found myself unable to stop laughing at his feeble efforts before he shouted, "Get off of me, you dot headed monkey." I shot him a fierce look. I really thought about hurting him. I truly did. After all I had done for him since he was sick, he was going to call me that! I could see tears in his eyes as he stared at my enraged face. I could not stand to face him anymore. I was done with him. I got up and put on my dress and shoes and said, "I hope you're happy with your life." Tears streamed down my cheeks while I slammed the door shut behind me. ----------------------------------------------------------------------- Chapter Six - Nick I could not believe that she had left me. Tears filled my eyes as I thought about what I had said to her. I cursed myself. I could not believe what I had said to her out of frustration. I struggled to push myself out of bed. My legs felt shaky beneath me as I bent down to pickup my shirt and pants. I pulled them on before I made my way to the bedroom door. The walk felt so much longer than it was. I pulled at the doorknob, trying to pull the door open. It took more than a few seconds for me to get it unstuck. I hung my head as I grabbed my phone. I called her cell, but she sent me straight to voice mail. I pleaded my case on her voice mail before I hung up. I made my way down the stairs. It was a struggle by myself. I rested at the base of my stairs while I thought about Priya. I needed her more than ever. I was in no shape to run my company or even my life. Maybe at some point, I'd be able to stand on my own again, but that was a long ways off. I picked my phone up and redialed her number. Her phone rang again before it was sent to voicemail. I leaned my head against the wall before I saw my wallet and keys. I moved towards them and placed them into my pocket. I put on a pair of shoes before I made way out the door. The air felt cold around me as I struggled down the steps into the garage. I got into the car and opened the garage door before I pulled out and began making my way to her apartment. I felt exhausted by the time I reached her parking lot. I got out of the car and strained to get to her door. I knocked upon it. I could hear the sound, but my knocks did not sound that loud. I heard Priya say through the door say, "Go away." "I'm so sorry," I said before I begged to see her. "Go tell it to someone who cares." "I mean it. I'm so sorry," I replied again before I added, "I'll do anything. Just let me prove it to you." Priya opened the door and gave me a wary look. I could see her reddened eyes had been crying. I felt like shit while I looked into them. What had possessed me to say such a thing to her? She let me in before I closed the door behind her and said, "Whatever it takes! I want you to know that I don't think that way." "Then, why did you say it?" She yelled. "I was frustrated." "Frustrated?" "Yes. You don't know how hard it is to not be able to do anything about anything. I used to be in charge of my life. I had control. I've got nothing! I can't even defend myself. I already feel like a prissy little girl and you were talking about me being your secretary. It was just too much and I snapped," I whined like a little girl. "You've got to trust me," she replied. "I trust you." "Do you?" "With my life," I responded, which was, somehow, almost an understatement. Priya smiled as she said, "Then, are you going to at least try being my secretary?" I stared at her in silence. I put my head down for a second before I uttered the only response I knew that she would accept, "Yes." "Let's get you dressed then." "Now?" I replied. She only nodded in response. She led the way to her bedroom and pulled open the doors to her closet. She only had a few outfits left in the place since most of them had migrated to my house over the prior months. She reached into the closet and brought out an orange dress. She smiled as she asked, "How about this one?" I cringed at the sight before I answered, "I hate that color. It makes me look like a fruit." "Really? It's the color?" She cracked. I blushed at her words before she put the dress back and pulled out a short, black skirt with cream-colored square dots all across it and a white blouse with black sleeves. "I don't know about that one..." She cut me off as she said, "Don't worry; you'll look darling in it." That was never something I intended to do, but I needed this woman in my life. If this was the price to pay, I had to pay it. I took the skirt from her and went to step into it before she said, "We have to get something for your legs first." "We do?" "Of course, you need to have a complete outfit if you're going to work for me." My dick twitched in response to her words for reasons I cannot understand, or, maybe, just don't want to. She collected a pair of black tights from her drawers and motioned for me to come over to her. I sat on the edge of the bed while she knelt before me and unrolled the tights up my legs. "Don't these just feel divine?" She asked as she brought them up my legs. I shook my head as my raging erection gave lie to my half-hearted denials. She clasped the tip of my dick and said, "It doesn't seem like you hate it." "I don't...hate it...I..." "Love it," she completed my statement before she kissed the tip of my dick before I stood up covered it with the tights. She rubbed it through the nylon and said, "Try to keep your hands off yourself." I nodded as I brought my legs close together, immediately enjoying the feeling of them pressing up against each other. Priya then walked back over to me with the skirt. I stepped into the short, tight skirt and brought it up to my waist. She then turned and grabbed a bra from one of her drawers. After she put the white lace bra on me and stuffed it, she brought me over the two toned top. I slipped my arms through it before she brought me into the bathroom. She sat me down on the toilet before she took out a pair of tweezers. I recoiled from the sight, but she told me that she was only going to cleanup my eyebrows. She plucked a few hairs here and there and left me with Brooke Shields eyebrows, big and shaped, but not small, dainty arches fit for only a woman. Once she finished with my eyebrows, she did my makeup. She stood over me and added color after color to my face for what felt like an eternity. When she was done, I had to admit that she had done a wonderful job. I was actually attracted to the girl in the mirror while Priya began to style my hair. She brushed out my hair that was largely an unkempt mess. It was longer than I usually kept it, but it was still above my shoulders. Priya did her best to make it look presentable, which she did with an ease that surprised me. I don't know why I was surprised by her talent with hair. It was not like she was the frumpish little number my wife had forced on me years earlier. The girl clearly had skills that she just didn't put to use for whatever reason. She was amazing. I really looked good. I was embarrassed to look so good. I knew I shouldn't look that way at all. Priya saw no problem with it. She loved it. She was all over me. She pulled me into her bedroom and I was hers again, staring up as she controlled every piece of our lovemaking before I fell asleep in her arms. ----------------------------------------------------------------------- Chapter Seven - Priya Getting Nick ready for work the next morning was an ordeal. The man dragged his feet the entire time. I could sense that he was mortified at the prospect of walking out of my home dressed in a pair of nylons. I almost gave into his whining as I made him over, but he had to learn his place. I finished dressing him in a jacquard skirt and colorblock paneled blouse before I lent him one of my coats and a white, leather purse. My shoes did not fit him, but I was going to fix that with a midday gift for him. He walked out of my place struggling not to blush. His reddened cheeks were barely visible beneath his makeup that I had coated his face with, but I could I see it. "Be confident," I chided him, reminding him that a confident woman is far less likely to be confused with a man than a squirmy, shifty eyed sissy scared that someone would see him for what he truly is. By the time we walked through the parking lot, I thought Nick was going to faint. His eyes were darting in all direction, despite my constant reminders that he was giving himself away with his nervousness. The whole drive to the office, he kept expressing his concerns about someone seeing him. I tried my best to reassure him before I grew tired of his incessant whining. "Nick, would you stop being a little bitch!" Nick cowered at my barking. He was clearly taken aback by it. I guess he did not expect it of me. "Sorry," he replied with downcast eyes. I grinned while I accepted his apology. The rest of the trip to the office was silent. I pulled into Nick's reserved spot, as I had each morning since he had taken ill. As I turned off the car, I turned to face my squirming lover. I gave him a stern look, knowing that he had to hear it straight from me. I cleared my throat before I said, "Nick, to be clear, when your shoes hit the parking lot, you are no longer Nick Callas. I will be referring to you as Reenie Kannamba to avoid confusion." "What kind of name is that?" Nick inquired. "Indian," I answered. Nick nodded, I suspect out of fear that someone would recognize him if I called him Nick or Nikki or Nikita. I looked him over and said, "Good." I got out of the car. Nick was slow to follow but he eventually found the will to put his sneakers on the ground. They looked so incongruous with his outfit. They just didn't fit what he was becoming. I was so happy that they would be on their way to the landfill by the day's end. I motioned for Nick to hurry up as I held the door open for him. Nick moved quickly to the door, well, as quickly as his skirt would allow. He walked in, and we made a quick beeline for our office. We walked inside and shut the door behind us before Nick turned to me. I could see him staring hesitantly at my desk. The office was so small. There was only a conference room, copy room, a single office, a small kitchen area, a bathroom and a receptionist desk. If he was not sitting in my office, then he had to sit at my old desk to work. It was not lost on him. I smiled as I walked past him and said, "Get settled in." I watched his eyes as I walked into his old office. I sat down at his desk and settled in while he watched. I motioned for him to sit down at my desk before he did so. Nick looked so lost as he sat down and fumbled for the power switch of the computer. He turned it on and stared vacantly at the screen. I grinned from ear to ear as I watched the login prompt come up. Nick's head jerked back as he read the name of the account I had created for him, Rkannamba. "Uh...Priya," he called over to me. "Yes, Reenie." "Why can't I get in with my old..." "That account was changed, dear, when Nick went on leave," I countered, cutting him off in mid-sentence. "Oh, but..." "Don't worry. My account has all his old rights." "Uh...huh," Nick replied to my confident assertion. "Do you know your log in," I replied. "My password doesn't work." "Did you try Chastity4me? The four is a number, dear," I responded. "What?" Nick replied. I could tell that he was hardly happy to have to type a reminder of what I had locked beneath his pink satin panties that morning while I was getting him ready for work. "It worked," Nick responded after a pause. I rolled my eyes before I asked for a coffee. "Huh..." "Please get me a coffee, Reenie," I repeated myself. "But I..." "Secretaries get their bosses' coffee," I chided. "Yes...of course," Nick replied before I heard him get to his feet. I turned towards my monitor with a smile before I began to work. Nick walked into my office a few minutes later carrying my coffee. He gave it to me before I thanked him with a wink. He grinned before he flinched. I suppressed a giggle, knowing that his momentary arousal led to a quick reminder of the painfully reality of what was constraining him beneath his oh so soft and silky panties that had to be turning him on too. Before he could walk out of the room, I handed him some papers I had received on some of the company's holdings. I gave him a smile while I told him to scan them into the system before he filed them away in the cabinets. He nodded at my order before I told him to do the same with the larger stack I had let build up by the copier. He stared at me blankly for a moment. I know he must have realized that I did not ask him to do any of it. There was no question that I had not made a request. I had given him direct orders. Nick nodded before he turned and walked out of the room carrying the papers. I heard the copier sucking in page after page for over two hours while Nick sorted through the stack of various documents that I had let build up since he took ill. While he labored at the copier I had spent so much time working at for him, I snuck towards the door to get a peak at him. He was only halfway through the job, and I could see that he was mindlessly feeding the copier evermore papers. I watched him for a few seconds. His eyes never veered off his task, whether it was the copier that he was inputting file names into before he scanned the documents to himself or pulling staples. He kept his eyes focused on it, even as I'm sure his mind drifted while he was in his role. The small smile on his face gave that away for him. While another set was being sucked through the machine, I saw him biting the tip of his thumb. I wanted to chide him that he was damaging his nail, but I held back. There would be other opportunities for that. I'm sure that Nick was having enough problems. He was moving his legs around, clearly trying to get more lateral movement, fighting with his skirt as if it was going to magically yield to him greater mobility if he just moved about a little jerkier. I shook my head with a grin as I made my way back behind my desk. I went back to work, letting the hum of the copier continue to fill my ears while I checked the receipts and payments coming into the office that morning. As lunchtime came, I walked out of my office and told him I would pick something up for us. That was an obvious relief to him since it meant not having to spend more time in public in drag. I took his order, as I had so many times prior. I then walked out of the office, after turning to tell him to continue to reorganize his contacts, which he had ordered me to start before he took ill. I headed down the hallway with my head held up high. I smiled at some of the other tenants in the office building while we shared fleeting pleasantries. I drove away from the building, smirking at the fact that Nick had no way of leaving the office without me without exposing his secret to the outside world. He had passed without incident, but he had yet to interact with anyone in drag. He was not ready for that yet, especially not in men's sneakers. I stopped off at a discount shoe store and decided that it was time for Nick to get a pair of his own. All I was looking for was just one pair of shoes that fit him well enough to let us go shopping to get him enough pairs from him to spend the rest of his days in. I strolled inside the store as I looked for a shoe that would fit him. I knew his approximate size and carefully selected wide with, open back, black shoes with a three-inch block heel to make sure that he could slide his nylon covered feet into them. After stopping to pickup lunch, I brought it back to the office. Nick was happy to see me as I returned to the office. His eyes were soon drawn to the shoe bag while I placed his food down on his desk. As his eyes returned to mine, I gushed, "I got you a present, babe." "You did?" He replied with an evident mix of fear and anticipation. I nodded with a smile while I removed the box from the bag. I could see him growing nervous before I lifted the lid to let him get a good look at his first pair of ladies' shoes. He shook his head a little before I bent over him and whispered, "Try them on." He gave me a blank look before I replied, "And that's an order, Reenie." Nick's eyes grew wide as he looked at me before a smile came onto my face. I forced it away before I put my ear to my shoulder for a second. I lifted my head back up and said with coy confidence, "Now, sweetheart." Nick took the shoes out of the box and pulled off his sneakers. He hesitated before he slipped his feet into the shoes. I could see that they were an awkward fit, at best, but they were only a temporary measure. I smiled as I said, "Don't worry, you won't be getting used to them." "Why not?" Nick asked hopefully. "We're going shopping to get you some more pairs." "What?" He replied as his hopes were clearly dashed. "A girl can't just have one pair of shoes," I noted to his apparent dismay. "Today?" He inquired. "Not today. That's what weekends are for," I replied. Nick nodded before he got back to work. I walked past him and into my office before I parsed through the emails that had built up since I had stepped out of the office. I had ideas for responding to each of them before I hit send. I forwarded a few emails to Nick so that he could print the attachments for me. Now, I could have done it myself, but where would the fun be in that? After each email I sent, I heard Nick get to his feet. He scurried over to the printer, retrieved the documents and brought them right back over to me. "Thank you, Reenie," I said as he handed me the documents each time. I loved saying his girl name to reinforce who he was. I could see him smile and flinch every time I said in my oh so chipper way. He was so cute. The more I kept him on his feet, the more I saw him flinching. I could see him shifting his legs about even as he sat at his desk. I had a perfect view of him from my desk, just as he once had of me when our roles had been reversed. I could tell that the heels were killing him. It was all for the best though. He needed to learn what it was like to wear a pair of shitty heels to appreciate why it was so important to get pairs that were a good fit. That was the not the easiest thing in the world for a girl to do, and I'm sure that it takes a lot more time to find a pair that fit you than it does for a boy. As 3 O'clock came, I summoned Nick into my office. He got to his feet. He shuffled through the doorway, almost as if he could not bear to lift his feet anymore. I smiled as I held up my coffee cup and said, "Can you be a dear and get me another cup?" "Sure," he replied, struggling to force a smile to his pained face. I watched his feet as he shuffled out the door holding my cup. It took him far longer to make the cup than it had in the morning. He then walked back in and bent over as he put it down on my desk. As he stood up, I saw his hand reach for his lower back. He cringed as he turned and shuffled back to his desk. He was clearly exhausted, so I decided to take it easy on him for the rest of the day. I knew that there would be more days in the future for me to help get him better acquainted with the nature of his new position, but he was still learning to walk the secretary's walk, so to say. As the workday came to an end, I took him home. He looked so nervous as he walked out of the office in heels for the first time. He clutched at my arm while we walked out the door and when he had to take a step off the raised sidewalk and down onto the uneven asphalt below us. After I drove him home, the first thing we both did was step out of our heels. As he wiggled his toes beneath his hose, I could see that he thought I was going to take him out of his chastity belt. He had this hopeful look in his eye, but I just grinned as I reminded him, "You need to earn your release, baby." "What?" "My coffee had a little too much milk in it so you can't spill yours," I chided. Nick grinned. I think he didn't believe me. I just walked away from him after telling him to make dinner. "If you do a good job, I might let you out," I said as I walked into the living room, knowing that I had no such plans. A little false hope, however, is a powerful motivator. I smirked as I looked over my shoulder and saw the confused look on his face before he began to make his way to the refrigerator. ----------------------------------------------------------------------- Chapter Eight - Nick I could not believe that she did not let me out after the meal I made for her. Granted I'm no chef, but I put in an honest effort. Trying to sleep in that thing is torture. It goes up and I'm forced up. The next morning, I was back at work in those damn shoes. They barely fit me and they felt so weird, like I was walking with crushed milk cartons nailed to my feet. I walked back into the office, praying that no one would give me a second look. I was thankful that I got through a second day with only Priya acknowledging my secret again. Once we hit the shops on the weekend, I realized that our arrangement was going to be fairly long term. I figured that it would last until I got my strength back and the natural order of things was reestablished. For the time being, I was certainly the weaker sex, so to speak, in our relationship. I even rationalized to myself that it might make me a better man, even if I lacked the chance to really prove myself as one most nights. Still, she loved it. I was kind of turned on by how much she liked me going down on her, even though it killed me. Although my "strap-on," as Priya likes to joke, was let out two to three times a week, I only "earned" those nights with great work at home and at the office. Success at only one meant a sleepless night. While the nights when I did everything right were terrific, the nights I didn't just left me hornier than I could ever imagine being. It just drove me to try to please her more and more. There was never a woman who ever was capable of doing this to me. She loved watching me move around in all those heels I got too. I got ten pairs the first weekend, as well as a few outfits that were bought just for me. They were all from discount stores. Priya joked that that was to remind me that I was just her 'ever so humble secretary.' Still, I was happy to see that Priya was not spending big money on the stuff for me, since I didn't think I would be spending much more time in them. All the time I spent in them, however, convinced me that I had to make a more presentable case for myself a woman. I could tell that the clerks I dealt with knew that I was a man. It was something in my walk or my face that gave it away each time. So, when Priya suggested laser hair removal so I wouldn't need cover up makeup for my beard line, I rolled with it. It made such a difference, and I was happy I didn't have to keep shaving each morning. Priya loved it too. She was always stroking my smooth cheeks. It even made it feel better when we kissed with our smooth skin pressing against each othe