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Tesco Tart - Part 9.
Michelle took her seat again in the now vacant canteen which, void of the
lively chatter and gossip was a clinical and lifeless place.
As she took mental note of the time displayed on the ominously ticking
clock she sat in quiet solitude as she considered her new reality in the
stores workforce.
In less than 15 minutes she would be knocking on the door of the checkout
Supervisor's office. She would be reporting to Claire- Miss Havlin for an
induction to her role as the newest member of the Checkout Department.
Absentmindedly touching her hand to her flushed cheeks she felt the
lingering stinging warmth left by the recent barrage of harsh, venomous
slaps she had suffered at the seething Miss Baxter's vengeful hands.
She felt a deep inner humiliation as she nervously replayed her
merciless, forced confession of her secret sissy self and, just as she
did in the aftermath of her fated shopping trip her cock began to twitch
and harden in the silky confines of her, previously secret, beautifully
restricting lingerie.
Again the humiliation of her inner long desired exposure as a sissy had
brought a transition from world ending dread to inner calm and intense
arousal and desire for sexual self relief. She wanted so much to free her
straining cock from her red satin panties and stroke her hard sissy clit
until the illicit tension exploded in the familiar, comforting flow of
her warm slutty cum.
"STAFF ANOUNCEMENT. DAVID WILSON TO THE CHECKOUT SUPERVISORS OFFICE!"
Michelle's brown, softly made up eyes darted again to the canteen clock,
amazed and instantly dragged back from her perverted sissy daydreams by
the order and the realization that those 15 minutes had already passed.
With her sissy cock still uncomfortably fully hard in her panties she
nervously knocked on the doorway to her long lusted after openly sissy
future.
"Enter!"
She stepped inside Miss Havlin's office and submissively presented
herself with her hands in front of her lap, consciously hiding the
obvious bulge of her aroused sissy cock.
Miss Havlin continued her attention briefly on the documents that she was
studying on her desk before finally raising her steely glance and, slowly
smirking, her inner smugness was openly and clearly on display. She was
in no rush to let this significant moment pass, instead deliberately
intent of savoring ever second of her mastery of the situation.
"Well well Michelle! Here we are at last in our rightful respective
positions. Myself on the correct side of the Supervisor's desk and you
standing before and desperate to serve a superior woman, fully exposed as
a silly little sissy bitch, with no more hiding of your dirty little
desires."
Pausing to observe and openly at chuckle Michelle's nervous fidget and
girly blushes she continued.
"So how does it feel to finally be out of the sissy cross dressing
closet? A relief? A weight lifted from your weak, sissy shoulders?"
"Yes Miss" Michelle humbly replied, bowing her head in shame as she did.
Miss Havlin also sought a relief after the stressful earlier situation
and allowed herself to let out a prolonged victorious and mocking laugh.
"Ha I can't believe how easy it was and how quickly you spilled your
perverted little secret to the Boss. You really are a pathetic little
sissy tart! But we knew that already didn't we?"
"I SAID DIDN'T WE?"
Again the humble bowed reply,
"Yes Miss Havlin".
"So say it then you stupid cunt!"
"We already knew it Miss."
"You're already trying my patience slut!...KNEW WHAT?!.... SAY IT BITCH!"
Briefly lifting her head to the intense and impatient stare of Miss
Havlin, she bowed her head deeper this time in total shameful admission
and compliance.
"I'm a pathetic little sissy tart...Miss."
A calming inner glow of total success and dominance returned to Miss
Havlin and she was instantly aware again of the warm tingling sensation
of arousal in her pussy. She was absolutely loving how she had turned
this situation to her advantage and her now fully damp panties within her
tight navy pencil skirt signaled that her soft, wet pussy was long
overdue satisfying attention.
Claire knew exactly the strategy she would follow in both the short term
to completely break the simpering sissy standing meekly and obediently
before her desk, and to progress her already comprehensively forward
looking plan to keep the sissy's prolonged and constant obedience to ALL
of her dominant desires and darkest whims. She knew from her experience
of the sissy male that a bizarre type of 'carrot and stick' approach was
required. Bizarre in that an aspect of self exposure and humiliation was
common to both.
The 'carrot' involved giving the sissy the opportunity to share and act
out some secret inner crossdressing desire with the knowledge and
encouragement of a dominant woman, the 'stick' being the threat from
their now Mistress to further expose or humiliate the sissy by forcing
her into ever escalating and degrading sissy actions.
It was the immediate future, the pressing need to become Michelle's
Mistress while in her weakened and submissive psychological state of
mind, and her own immediate need for personal, sexual gratification that
Miss Havlin progressed with as she again spoke.
"Good girl Michelle. I'm glad you are clear about that in your confused
sissy mind."
"So the first order of business shall be the issue of your new
uniform...the uniform more befitting to your new role in the Checkout
Department under my Supervision."
Again she paused to catch the simpering but noticeably fevered immediate
interest of the sissy.
With that Miss Havlin slowly rolled her office chair back and stood,
never breaking her cold eye contact with Michelle.
With another barely perceptible pause in her actions Claire felt another
warm feeling between the lips of her now wet and demanding pussy as she
caught Michelle's gaze glimpse quickly across the vision of the
authoritative, feminine and perfectly presented uniformed figure before
her.
Claire knew that the smart blue suit and red blouse of the Checkout
Supervisor and today's developments already had Michelle in the palm of
her hand but she was intent on cementing this unique Manager/employee
relationship in a most self indulgent and humiliating way. A course of
action that would leave Michelle in no doubt whatsoever that it would
also be from now on an inescapable relationship of Mistress and her
submissive and willing sissy.
Michelle watched with trembling sissy anticipation as Miss Havlin
retrieved two cellophane wrapped packages from the cabinet and placed
them on her desk. Before giving the sissy's hungry eyes too long to study
them she withdrew from her desk drawer a few items that she had quickly
procured from the clothing department of the store and placed them on
top, partially obscuring the items that Michelle instantly hoped and
craved for.
Michelle had already excitedly identified the shade of royal blue unique
to the checkout girls' professional but submissively feminine open
collared blouse in one of the packages but was unsure of the black
garment in the other corporate liveried package before they were obscured
with the new items.
Her hard sissy cock strained against her deliciously feminine and
constricting lingerie as she prayed it was a Checkout Assistant's skirt!
The cheap and simple black, unlined, polyester, above the knee uniform
skirt of her long lusted after fantasy role!
On top Miss Havlin had placed what was clearly a basic looking white bra
and pants and a tightly packaged 5-pack of 'Basics - 40 Denier control
top tights'.
She knew that the sissy male had to be lured into total sissy admission
and submission at all stages of complete dominance but even more so at
this most pivotal of opportunities.
"Would you like to try on your new checkout girl uniform for me
Michelle?"
"Yes Miss...Yes please Miss!...I wou..."
A casually raised hand from her soon to be inescapable Mistress cut her
off.
" I bet you would Michelle. But I have a few concerns Michelle. Here we
are, already today I've saved your job, prevented the exposure of your
carefully hidden sissy self from your colleagues, and initiated the
satisfaction of what I'm sure must have been one of your naughtiest
crossdressing fantasies- to be one of the 'checkout girls'? "
"Yes Miss Havlin but..."
"SHUT THE FUCK UP!"
"Where do my thanks come into this Michelle?"
"I'll tell you where, you pathetic little sissy slut....right here and
right now!"
"If you want what I have prepared for you on my desk before you as your
new uniform and therefore, continued employment in this store then I
expect TOTAL obedience from you do you understand?"
"If you don't impress the hell out of me in the next few minutes and
commit to me as your Supervisor then good luck!"
Michelle obviously wanted it. She wanted everything that this amazingly
humiliating new reality could provide.
"Yes Miss Havlin.....Whatever you say Miss Havlin."
With that, her fate was sealed.
"Take a step back from MY desk slut and smile for the camera!"
As she did so Miss Havlin again retrieved her iphone from the inside
pocket of her fitted, navy suit jacket and took a few snaps.
"Good girl! Now STRIP! Take off that stupid Grocery Assistant uniform!"
She laughed out loud as mockingly she continued,
"You just look ridiculous in it anyway Michelle, what with your deluded
attempt at subtle make-up, your pink nail polish and your sissy bra
straps showing through!"
"How they never knew that you were nothing more than a dirty little sissy
boy I'll never know!"
Miss Havlin's mocking tone continued as she reached across her desk,
taking 'David's' polo shirt and cargo pants from him, now standing before
her for the second time in an hour in just his embarrassingly opulent red
satin and black lingerie and black lace top stockings.
" 'David' never was 'one of the guys' anyway, and he never will be again
as long as I have a say in the matter! And as you heard Miss Baxter with
your own, ha ha, soon to be pierced ears, I do have COMPLETE say from now
on!"
After a further few photos of the fully exposed sissy in her lingerie
Claire teasingly but victoriously stood from behind her desk holding the
garments and stepped to the side of her small office. Turning to watch
Michelle's mental suffering she casually and mercilessly fed one then the
other into the paper shredder. Watching the strange panic and what she
knew were sissy tears forming in Michelle's eyes she waited until the
shredder had completed its pained and laborious destruction of 'his' now
defunct uniform.
"All gone! Now get your sissy arse around here bitch!"
Michelle obliged and made her way to the other side of Miss Havlin's
desk.
"Get down on your knees behind me, you desperate little sissy slut!"
Again Michelle obliged.
Bending slowly and deliberately over her desk and carefully lifting the
hem of her Supervisor's navy pencil skirt Miss Havlin exposed first the
lacy tops of her hold up stockings and then the stringy thong rear of her
tiny little black panties.
"Thank me slut!"
Michelle knew what Miss Havlin wanted and it definitely wasn't foreplay.
It was ass worship.
So, leaning forward, Michelle obediently buried her nose and mouth
between her beautiful, dominant new Supervisor's ass cheeks.
Pausing just exactly long enough for her submissive sissy's last breath
of freedom to expire Miss Havlin continued...
"Lick my arse bitch!"
Michelle's response was immediate and that of the starving.
The fresh breath of air that Miss Havlin allowed her set Michelle on a
frenzy to please her long awaited Mistress.
Her grateful and submissive tongue licked, over and over, around and
inside her Mistress's puckered and musty hole. The initial expected taste
subsided as Miss Havlin pushed back onto her wanting mouth.
Michelle could feel the repeated tensing and relaxing of that beautiful
little hole on her tongue as she strived to find and satisfy her
Supervisor's desires with just her sissy mouth.
A few minutes into her unforgivingly forceful and degrading oral
servitude, Michelle's willing tongue tasted a slightly sweeter scent
mixed within her own involuntary drool. Michelle, even amongst the
beautiful humiliation of her willing oral to anal servitude, felt an
amazing inner satisfaction of completeness as she tasted the warm juice
of her Supervisor's wet pussy.
Although still struggling for breath, and with an unknown future ahead,
Michelle knew, with that first taste of Miss Havlin's arousal that she
had at long last found her Mistress.
A dominant, authoritative woman who was turned on by having a submissive
sissy in her control.
With her nylon clad legs beginning to tremble at the actions of her
willing sissy's worshiping tongue, Claire supported herself with one hand
on her desk. With the other, arching her back and reaching behind, she
forced and restrained Michelle's face and tongue deeper between her soft
ass cheeks and demanding hole.
Michelle's only chance for breath came when her Mistress periodically
released her hold to use her free hand to work her clit up to a lovely
satisfying orgasm.
After around 15 minutes of Michelle's hungry slurping, licking and
probing and several orgasms Miss Havlin finally ordered the reprieve
Michelle was praying for.
"THAT'S ENOUGH FOR NOW SLUT!"
Miss Havlin's ass suddenly ceased to force back onto Michelle's hungry
actions as she corrected herself and elegantly stood, first fussing the
nylon hem of her navy skirts shiny black lining in place before pulling
the smart, authoritative pencil skirt back to it's correct position.
Finally her sissy, breathless, panting ass servant could withdraw and
take a real breath again.
Smoothing her smart navy skirt Miss Havlin sat and turned towards the
still kneeling Michelle. A warm glow of satisfaction filled her as she
took in the pathetic vision of her lingerie clad, submissive little sissy
boy kneeling before her, panting meekly, her face flushed and glistening
with her mistress's sweet creamy juices.
She laughed a deep mocking chuckle as she saw the wet streaks and damp
patches around the sissy's red satin bra where her willing ministrations
had overflown her willing lips.
"Good girl Michelle! That was a promising start to your service!"
Michelle lowered her face respectfully but proudly as she replied.
"Thank you Miss Havlin."
Michelle shuffled her weight on her now painful knees as if to rise, her
cramped legs eager for relief.
"Ah ah! Not yet you don't!"
With an extended finger, the long red talon at its tip pointing
assertively downwards Michelle obediently stayed in position.
Deliberately and elegantly Miss Havlin crossed her smooth nylon clad legs
and, arching her toes toward her ankle presented the sole and sharp heel
of her black leather court shoe to within a few inches of Michelle's
glistening chin.
"Continue, slut!"
Michelle's glorious inner humiliation stepped up a level further as,
knowing what she had to prove to her stunning and demanding Supervisor
she slowly bowed and presented her dripping and aching tongue to the
smooth, cream coloured, lightly worn sole before her. A furtive glance
upwards caught only a sternly raised eyebrow, a silent further order of
what Miss Havlin expected.
Her first sense was the light scent of leather followed by a dry, dusty
taste which seemed to instantly leave her mouth feeling parched. The
slight taste of floor detergent combined with the dry dustiness could
only remind her that this was foot worship of the most obedient and
humiliating form.
How she would so rather be kissing the soft black leather upper or her
mistress's stockinged foot.
Those tastes and scents that, although also humiliating would at least
bring her closer to the essence of the lady that she had now fully
committed to serving and pleasing.
Miss Havlin relaxed and observed the willing and grateful little sissy as
she licked clean without hesitation or complaint the smooth sole and
small rubber tipped heel of one, then the other of her black, 3" heeled
leather courts.
She knew that these were a symbol of the authority of the dominant
Mistress and therefore the willing worship of them by the sissy was a
matching symbol of total obedience and submission.
Claire knew exactly what she had wanted these two both demanded and
humiliating acts to instill into the sissy before her. She had wanted a
demonstration of submission and obedience that would surpass the more
common submissive male desires of pussy licking and the fetish for foot
worship.
No.
She had offered a whole new set of rules and a commitment to continued
submission to this eager and ridiculously self-degrading subservient
sissy before her, all just on the promise of being allowed to work in the
Checkout Department under herself as her all-knowing Supervisor.
And all to just be one of the Checkout girls!
This was going to be so easy!
After her forced step down on the corporate ladder due to redundancy and
her thoroughly unfulfilled but bill paying role as an assistant in the
clothing department at Asda she was going to enjoy her hard earned return
to the Supervisory position with a renewed vigor, not only for the
advancement of her own corporate position but also for the opportunities
for personal satisfaction that only a Supervisory role could bring.
And the vehicle for both of these goals was kneeling submissively before
her, her eyes begging for her new, admittedly well earned uniform!
In the eyes of the company and protected by employment legislation
Michelle was a transvestite, potentially a transsexual.
Claire knew however that Michelle didn't need or desire the protection
and understanding that a transgendered person deserved.
Both Claire AND Michelle knew that she was just a sissy.
A sissy that Miss Havlin was going to exploit for both her corporate
advancement and her own personal, sexual gratification and amusement!
Pulling herself from her rewarding self satisfaction Miss Havlin
restarted her victorious momentum.......
"Good girl Michelle! Now stand up !"
"Take off your stupid sissy underwear and hand them to me!"
Michelle watched and listened in humble, horrified silence as again the
shredder was jolted from its slumber with its relentless mechanical
churning as Miss Havlin fed her most indulgent and expensive lingerie set
piece by beautiful piece into the unforgiving shredder.
It's strained actions reduced noticeably in volume as finally her black
stockings were quickly and irretrievably destroyed.
Miss Havlin took no pleasure whatsoever in the sexless figure before her
so she quickly continued.
"Well what are you waiting for sissy? Get dressed, I don't have all day!"
Turning her attention to the illicit but welcoming pile of sissy
treasures on Miss Havlin's desk Michelle quickly retrieved firstly the
white pants to hide her nakedness.
Seizing them from the plastic hanger she quickly slipped them up her
smooth legs.
She found a constricting fit in the simple white garment. It was a high
waist and low legged form. Although not ribbed as such it performed the
same effect by smoothing her front and lifting her ass checks in a most
feminine way. It was obviously 'control' underwear.
Next came the matching white bra which although felt rather rigid in its
form, seemed to Michelle as a fit that would go unnoticed under her
previous male attire.
Feeling slightly less exposed but still under Miss Havlin's watchful and
studious eye she continued to retrieve a pair of the 40 denier control
top tights from the cardboard confined 5-pack and sat as she rolled them
in place up her smooth legs, one leg at at a time before fussing the
reinforced control top of the basic tights up and over the tight confines
of her control white panties.
She was momentarily embarrassed at her inner relief at being back in
feminine underwear, the smooth feel of her black tights on her thin
shaved legs, the uncomfortably arousing confinement of her control
panties and the familiar and reassuring gentle but constant tug of her
bra straps.
She almost tore open the first clearly wrapped packet, desperate and
hungry for her own checkout girl's royal blue blouse.
Miss Havlin watched from her chair, slightly disgusted but also amused
and aroused at the performance before her, again taking a few photos for
Michelle's fresh but rapidly filling personnel file.
Michelle quickly unbuttoned and unfolded the blouse from its confines and
slipped one then the other arm into the short sleeved blouse. Seemingly
temporarily oblivious to Miss Havlin's presence she nipped the buttons
together up to the missing last three of a male shirt. Smoothing the open
collar into place she corrected the vertical strip of fabric that covered
up the buttons of the obviously feminine blouse. She felt the fitted form
cling to and shape her slim feminine figure as she glanced downwards at
the vertical darted seams that gave the beautifully simple little blouse
it's feminine cut. The curved hem of the royal blue cotton contrasted
with her simple black, control top tights.
After focusing briefly on the bold white embroidery of the 'Tesco' livery
over her right breast and on the short left sleeve she glanced nervously
toward Miss Havlin.
"Very professional looking Michelle! I think we'll make a checkout girl
of you yet!"
With a self satisfied smirk Miss Havlin stood and almost prowled around
her desk, her strict heels ominously clicking slowly as she moved.
"Just one thing I noticed though Michelle, I think your lovely new blouse
is cut for the...more fuller girl don't you think?"
Facing Michelle close, her feminine but oddly assertive perfume
surrounding her, Michelle felt herself melt slightly inside as Miss
Havlin's long red nails teasingly unbuttoned the top two buttons of her
checkout girls blouse. Brought to her senses slightly she first heard the
sound of scrunching paper then felt an uncomfortable scratchy sensation
on her now sensitive nipples.
Miss Havlin's other hand had reached into an open topped box of checkout
till receipts from a recent audit and unceremoniously stuffed two
crumpled handfuls into each cup of Michelle's basic white, underwired bra
giving her the appearance of small but noticeably girly breasts.
She beamed at her inspiration and the irony of what was filling
Michelle's cups! And at the instant flush of shame on the sissy's cheeks.
"There! That's much better! Continue!"
Michelle's humiliation didn't stall her advance on the package that she
so hoped contained her simple black checkout girl's skirt as again she
tore open the packet.
Her disappointment at what was revealed was as visible as it was telling
of her perverted sissy desires. For what she now held before her was not
the longed and lusted for black skirt but a bizarre crushing recognition
of a pair of black trousers!
She looked at Miss Havlin with the almost petted lip of a child at the
unwrapping of a disappointing Birthday present.
Miss Havlin had expected this reaction, intended it in fact!
"Is there something wrong....Michelle....?"
"I thought...."
The harsh sudden slap cut off Michelle's simpering as Miss Havlin
unleashed a furious barrage of slaps to Michelle's petulant face.
"YOU THOUGHT WHAT SISSY BOY?"
"THAT YOU WERE GETTING A SKIRT?"
With the tearful sissy now stunned into fearful submissive silence and
shock Miss Havlin lowered her tone and menacingly continued in a
threatening hiss.
"Why you ungrateful little tart! Why would I have you prancing about in a
skirt like a fucking tranny? Do you think I'm running a freak show here?
You'll wear the uniform that you've have been issued with and you'll
fucking like it is that understood you dirty little cocksucking sissy
fagot?"
"WELL?"
"Ye...yes Miss Havlin... whatever you say Miss. I'm sorry Miss... Thank
you Miss...."
"Well put your fucking uniform on then!"
Michelle hurriedly complied and stepped into the black trousers. As she
drew them up over her cheap black tights she quickly felt that they were
not the wrongly feared male form but were in fact woman's workwear
trousers!
The single, side buttoned waistband settled far higher than her now
shredded male cargo pants had, the feminine cut bringing the crotch
painfully higher, crushing her little sissy balls upward within the
already tight confines of her control panties. She could feel her ass
tightly lifted and shaped and felt awkwardly conscious of its invitingly
feminine appearance.
She tugged hopefully at the curved hem of her fitted checkout girls
blouse but it brought no consolation as it would rest no lower than it's
intended position, beautifully framing and drawing attention to the
exposed feminine curves of her now beautiful sissy ass.
The sewn in raised seams on front only served to contour her figure
further into an even more feminine form as they followed the designed
tightening downwards towards her knees and then relaxing to accentuate
the boot cut style lower portion of the slightly flared lower leg.
Almost beside herself at her orchestrated triumph at the panicked sissy
vision before her Miss Havlin placed a pair of black patent, rounded toe
court shoes on her desk. The subtle one inch heel would be almost hidden
beneath the flared boot cut bottom of the outrageously feminine cut
trousers of her willing and obedient little sissy but would click on the
floor with her every step as a constant undeniable reminder to Michelle,
the rest of the staff and of course the customers of what she was.
"Let's get one thing clear. Wearing girl's clothes doesn't make you a
girl! Wearing girl's clothes makes you a perverted little sissy! So you
don't just 'become' a checkout girl, not on my staff."
"So, sorry to disappoint you...Michelle...but you're still not a
'checkout girl,' for now you are my checkout SISSY!"
"Get out there and make yourself useful to my true checkout girls. Report
to each of my girls in turn, from checkout Number 1 and introduce
yourself as the 'new girl' and ask politely if you can be of any
assistance."
"Put your little sissy shoes on bitch and get out of my sight!"
To be continued........
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