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Tuck has entered a new stream of life. He is no longer simply Tuck, his new persona, more correct and polished and true version is Marian. His friendship with Jake is only growing stronger but Jake has asked for guidance and additional training from his friend and business compatriot Mr. Getty. The afternoon begins at three and Young Marian is sharing his first day with Kensington, his first day of training with Mr Getty. So much more to come. Man Dating Chapter 11 "Tell me Marian about your first day of your new employment," Mr. Getty asked from behind his desk, his voice deep and near echoing in the cavernous study. Tuck was not sure how to answer but was assured in his own mind the instructions would become clear in few minutes. He looked around the room and was immediately struck by the two story book cases with a walking ledge at the top of the first floor. He had not seen as many books even in the largest library he had ever visited. The light for the room, indirect only positioned spot like illumination from hidden lamps in the ceiling, bringing the books to a muted glow. "It was most wonderful, Sir. I could not be happier working for Mrs. Getty. She was so kind to me and everyone at work, so nice and understanding." Mr. Getty was silent. The cigar only half way consumed lay in the brass tray to his right, the smoke curling up to the high ceiling above. Marian waited for a response. "I would have to assume you knew that your answer was far from satisfactory." "I am sorry sir, I did not know how much detail I should provide, or the time I was permitted to speak." Mr. Getty picked up his cigar, and holding it between thumb and forefinger tapped the growing ash into the tray with a single tap, he looked at the cigar and then up and back to Marian who stood in front of him. He held back a smile as he took a deep puff from his massive beast and leaned back in the chair and blew the smoke up over his head. The outfit that Marian wore fit much to his approval and requirements. The light tan pants, tight and close fitting were held up with a thin gold belt. The top he wore matched almost perfectly in color, with crystal white buttons that went up to his neck. No pockets were seen on either the shirt or the pants. The gold silk neck tie, fat and thick hung down almost as if it were a scarf. The black mirror shine on his shoes perfectly lined up with the expertly selected outfit. The two tight straps holding the heels tight to his foot, the perfect accent. He could just make out the outline of the soft pink bra that Marian now wore, clearly an unneeded selection of attire. "I would like a full account of your day, with detail; I will stop you should I have questions." "Yes sir." "If you would please step on the dais, it is the platform behind you." Tuck looked behind him and saw the wooden dark stained platform, it appeared to be a strange shape, five feet in length and only three feet in width, and was two feet raised from the floor, there was a single step making it easier to ascend to the top. The position would put him above Mr. Getty's direct line of sight but he was sure his entire countenance was in Mr. Getty's purview. The platform seemed to designed to put whoever was standing on it in display. Mr. Getty put his hands behind his head and leaned back against the supple leather. The mahogany office chair, perfectly matched the desk in front. His eyes closed waiting for Marian to begin. "This morning started early with Debra knocking at my door, but I was already up having showered before her arrival, Tuck started the days progression with Debra's early morning arrival. "I see you have learned the schedule already," Debra said coming into the apartment and standing with her arms loaded one hand holding a large hand bag and the other supporting a suit carrier. "I trust you used the products I have provided and in the order that I have instructed." "Yes I have," Tuck replied clutching the towel wrapped around his waist tightly. The door still open behind Debra. "Let's get one thing straight," she reached out and took hold of Marian's chin, her expertly manicured nails taking a firm hold on his soft skin, "you will refer to me as Miss Debra, or Ma'am, when you speak to me, is that clear?" Tuck could tell she was not taking no for an answer and could feel the pinch increasing across his jaw. "Yes ma'am, I understand," he muttered a quick affirmative glancing over her shoulder making sure there was no one watching the conversation. "That politeness does not have any exceptions either," she said still holding on to Tuck's chin. "It seems, that Miss Debra has a strict accounting for the behavior that she feels is acceptable," Mr. Getty noted. "I will offer my commendations for that decision. Go on." Debra released her tight grip with a small shake of her hand pushing Marian away. "And lose that towel; you have nothing I have not seen before. From this point foreword you will come to the door with the only a single towel around your hair, is that clear?" "Yes ma'am," Tuck said softly dropping the towel covering his nakedness off to the side, being careful for it not hit the floor. The door was still open but he was off to one side, not any ones direct line of sight. "There is a small box in my car's trunk, go get it now." "But..." the obvious argument was not going to be heard. "I did not ask for any discussion..oh yes," she looked over and down at Tuck's naked form, she laughed, "if you hurry no one will see, besides it is early yet, few are even awake." She grabbed the keys from her purse and handed them to Tuck, shoving him out into the morning's cold air. She slammed the door after him. He stood clutching his penis, and then looked from the landing down just two floors below and saw Debra's car, the trunk still open. He took off running down the steps across the lower landing and down again, and into the parking area. Standing beside the car, he could see inside the car's trunk was a single box, it would require both hands to carry it. Hiding his small embarrassment would not be possible. He managed to get the trunk lid closed while holding on to the small but heavy box. He looked around and saw that he was still alone for this morning's requested errand. He began the climb back up the stairs, his speed apparently not as fast his downward trek. "Tuck dear, it looks like you might have left the apartment a bit early this AM," Mrs. Haverston said stepping out of her apartment and directly in front of the naked Tuck. She carried a light pink coat that she was in the process of slipping on as she stepped into Tuck's path, blocking his further advancement. "Oh excuse me Mrs. Haverston, I just stepped from the shower and I needed a few things, I thought I could run down to the car and back up before anyone could see me," Tuck tried to explain. "Well, we would have to say quite clearly that is not the case." Tuck's arms where becoming fatigued and the need to put the box down became apparent. He was holding it in quite a precarious position trying to hide his little penis behind the heavy box. He wondered what Debra had stored inside, it felt like bricks. "I could easily call the police right this instant," she pulled her cell phone free, "I would say indecent exposure is the appropriate crime," the older woman explained. "Please don't. I am ever so sorry it will never happen again." "No it won't," Mrs. Haverston said quite angrily, "Put that box down, as we are going to have a brief review of the apartment rules." Tuck lowered the box with great hesitation, standing up again, his hands covering his penis. She slapped his hands hard, catching the tip of Tuck's little penis with her wrath, "Don't play with yourself in front of me" Tuck dropped his hands to his side. "Now Mr. Carter, we won't have this happen again will we? The rules clearly state....." "It was some minutes before she was finished and two other apartments opened their doors, with their owners viewing the conversation briefly before I was dismissed and could go back to my own to finish getting dressed. "Quite humorous but continue." "I see one of your neighbors had a few words with you about your inappropriate dress," Debra laughed finally closing the door. "Now let's see where we are this morning. Stand up on the coffee table." Tuck looked over at the coffee table sitting in front of his couch. Built from sturdy pine and strong enough to support his weight, it been used as an option for changing a light bulb in the ceiling more than once. He took a few steps over to the table, looked back at Debra and stood on top. "Hands behind your back," Debra instructed. Tuck placed his hands behind his back resting them on his bottom cheeks. He could feel his blush enveloping his cheeks mixed with the gentle blow of air from the vent above. Debra smiled at the new tableau in front of her. She took a step closer, and without further comment or permission ran her hand across Marian's tummy noting the smooth and hairless product of her most recent work. She slipped her hand beneath his legs, tapping them both lightly on the inside of his thighs, a silent command to widen his stance in front of her. The warm hands, in such intimate contact, sent a shiver across his spine; his blush increased capturing his face both hot and full. He also felt a tremor, only a slight vibration of excitement, in his little penis, still captured tightly between his thighs. "Did you use the blue ointment around your little toy, after your shower?" she asked taking a firm hold of his pink penis bare of even the remembrance of once coarse hair. She tapped the pink head lightly with a flick of her finger. "Yes, and applied it twice as you instructed," Tuck replied trying to ignore the rude touch. "Did you wait the full 10 minutes between applications?" "Yes ma'am, it started to get warm." "Yes, I would expect so," Debra smiled, letting her hand take hold of his baby balls, threatening to squeeze them, "but a full ten minutes?" Tuck nodded, feeling the pressure increase. "Might I ask what the ointment does?" Tuck asked hoping the pressure would be released soon. "It's a product out of China; it kills hair cells, and also has a secondary limiting after affect." Tuck was trying to remember the exact instructions on the tube. They were a third level translation neither adding detail nor making real sense. However he had followed Debra's exact instructions, using a full handful and smearing the blue cream over his small and still mostly relaxed penis. He was not sure if it was ever going to wake up again and when she said limiting after affect just now, he suspected that its secondary affect might be well explained by his inability to obtain a firm erection. Debra laughed, "The lotion is used mainly to keep male dogs from mounting females. Just keep using it every morning as I have instructed, we will see about using more or less, but it should keep your cute little toy from gaining to much attention inside your panties," she added releasing her hold on his tiny bared balls. Tuck nodded his head, confirming what he had already surmised from her previous comment and his own real world experience, trying rather unsuccessfully, to masturbate in the shower, only thirty minutes ago. "Turn around," she said swatting his bottom leaving a red hand print on his smooth white skin, "and bend over," she added, leaving a second well formed red imprint on his pert bottom. Tuck turned around and bent over at the waist. His mind flashed back to the evening past and being inspected not only by Debra but Jake and both Mr. and Mrs. Getty. His blush reassumed its place on his face, his cheeks glowed red. "The slight irritation we noted last evening seems to be mostly gone, you applied the vaginal cream I provided?" She asked rudely poking her finger past his rose bud up to the second knuckle. It slipped in effortlessly. "And used three of the lady douche kits I provided?" "Yes, ma'am," Tuck said, making a small grunt as the finger moved past any protection either expected by politeness or custom. The vaginal cream and the fat nozzle of the vaginal douche was almost pleasurable but opened him fully. "Your little bum seems well lubricated and free of most of the redness. Keep using that and the cream both in the morning and before bed, making sure you are well cleaned out before turning out the light," she added taking a moment to add a second finger to her exploration. "You might find adding a diaper to your evening wear will be advisable." Using the vaginal cream before bed was a new routine that would add to the complication already inflicted upon him by the blonde personal consultant. Mrs. Getty had instructed him quite clearly that Debra only had his best interests at heart and that he was to follow her instructions exactly. Mrs. Getty was not aware of Debra's hidden agendas. A diaper would be far too much. Tuck started to rise up as she pulled her fingers free. "Stay bent over I have a little surprise I think you will quite enjoy." Tuck tried to look behind him but in his current position his view was severely limited. He watched as Debra pulled something pink from her purse. "I have a little toy, that I know we will find quite useful," she giggled lightly taking the new toy and moving behind Tuck. Her hand on his back she pressed the rubber against his well lubricated hole. Tuck could feel the increasing pressure as the thing was being pressed against his already exercised ass. He felt the shape bend slightly and then pushed pass the entrance . It was much larger than the fingers she had just used on him, longer and fatter, he grimaced as it continued to slide in deeper. The sensation of fullness grew becoming quite uncomfortable. "Oh this is going to be so perfect, just a little bit more," Debra said continuing her rude assault. The discomfort became pain and he felt her hand grasp his hands holding him tight in her grip, the pressure increased, as he felt like his bottom would split open in any second. "Hold still," she tapped him hard on the rear with her hand, releasing her hold for a second. "Ohhhhhh.. no more .. please," Tucked whined, his high voice squeaking in protest. "Almost there..." The pain like fire was radiating out from his bottom. Tuck wanted to scream out it had to stop. And then the pain disappeared like it was never there. But the fullness, intensified, like he had the largest shit in the world that needed to come out. He wanted to push. "So perfect, next time it won't be so bad, and we will be going to bigger ones too. First time for a butt plug can be impressive , yes?" "I thought I was going to die. What is it?" "It's an electric plug with remote and vibrator. See how does this feel?" She pressed a button on the black key sized device she held in her hand, and activated the pink plug. "This is just one setting." The thick rubber plug became alive and a deep vibration, nearly silent, poured into Tucks very soul, the fullness and now the thumping, pounding deep inside his hole turned him to jelly, and he fell to his knees. "I thought you might enjoy that. It can be controlled from this," Debra held up a small black hand control with a variety of buttons on its face, "and for your enjoyment I have set it to run in an automatic manner with countless variations. The plug will come on at different intensities and times all during the day. It also has what I call a ringing function. See how this feels." She pressed a different button on the remote. The plug changed from a vibration to a near clang, as if he was being struck, there were three strikes and then it was silent, and then again a few seconds later, three more impacts, bang, bang, bang. "I have given several of these controllers to Mrs. Getty for her use. I am sure you will find she uses them efficiently." Tuck could still feel the heavy near axe handle smashing from side to side inside his bottom. As an alert it would be impossible to miss. "Now let's get you dressed." "Marian, you may move forward from there as I have seen for myself the excellent selection that Mrs. Getty and Miss Debra have provided for you. You are quite fortunate to be in such capable hands." Tuck bent slightly at his waist and lifted one of his black mirrored gloss shoes from the floor in an effort to maintain circulation. "Yes sir. Once she had me dressed. We sat back down at the mirror and she used a bit of cosmetics to bring out as she called it, my true self." "Very understated, and quite well done, although I would prefer a bit more application around the eyes and far more color especially on the lips. I will make a note of that." He stopped for a second jotting down the thought on a separate letter head, his black pen moving with efficiency over the gray heavy card stock. "Please proceed," he said quite simply laying the pen down and sitting back in his chair, his eyes closed once more, his cigar held firmly in hand. "Once we were finished, she called Mrs. Getty, their conversation was brief. She then led me by my hand to the front of the apartment complex and I was met by Mrs. Getty's driver, Max." "Good morning sir and madam," Max said from the sidewalk as Debra and Tuck walked up to the Black Cadillac. "I have been instructed to bring young Marian to the corporate building," then turning to Debra, "but should you require transportation, I would be glad to offer my services once that requirement is met." "Thank you, but no, that will not be necessary. I have my car," Debra smiled. "Very well," Max replied making sure that Marian was now safely seated in the rear seat compartment and then walked around to the front of the car taking his seat in the driver's compartment. "Good bye Marian, we will have more fun in the morning, and you have an appointment in our salon at the club on Thursday afternoon. Mr. Getty is expecting you at three this afternoon. Have a fun day." The window rolled up on its own, being controlled by Max in the driver's seat. Tuck turned and looked at Debra who was still smiling as the limousine sped off and down the road joining the morning traffic. "Would you care for music or perhaps the morning news on television, they are both available on the screen in front of you." Tuck looked at the screen, and at the moment the display was filled with a peaceful forest waterfall and in the back ground he could hear the water pounding on the rocks. The sound stopped, an interruption with a phone ringing, it sounded as if it was in the distance behind the blue mist. The plug deep in his bottom also rang at the same time, the sudden an unexpected throb pulsating through his bottom took his breath away. Three hard impacts, as if the hammer swung from side to side. "Sir, Mrs. Getty is calling, please press the green button on the screen in front of you." The mist seemed to clear and there appeared a small green button at the corner of the screen. Tuck reached out and pressed the correct spot and the water mist falling on the stones and forest glade disappeared as did the hard thumping in his bottom. On the screen appeared Mrs. Getty sitting in her office. The throbbing in his bottom dropped back into the same mist. "Good morning dear. I trust you had a relaxing night of rest and are ready to begin your first full day with Kensington. Brush your hair way from your eyes, dear." Tuck pushed back an errant strand of blonde curls back behind his ear as per instruction. "Much better dear." Tuck watched the near three dimensional image of his boss in amazement. Clearly he appeared in her view as well. The video image seemed as if she had taken a seat in front of him. "Mrs. Getty. Yes ready, and excited and a bit nervous too," he said pushing a another strand back behind his other ear "Nonsense dear, the executive board is excited to meet you, as is your team that you will be leading. I am calling it the Marian project; I cannot wait to get started." "Oh my," Tuck was taken aback by the new information, a team and him leading it, this was too much too soon but the die had been cast. "Thank you so much for this opportunity. I just want to please you." "My sweet child, you have already pleased me so well, I can only see the world ahead for you." "Thank you again, I won't let you down." "I know you won't dear, and I just have to say how lovely you look this morning." "We can move from this point to actually visiting the office," Mr. Getty interrupted. "Yes sir." The well appointed office building eclipsed his imagination. The detailed mosaic tile in the front lobby, so intricate and colorful kept Tuck's attention as he approached the front lobby almost afraid to walk on it. He looked behind him but the chauffeured limousine had departed nearly as soon as he stepped out of the car. Turning back to the front he saw a high glass desk with three very attractive women almost as if they were being presented by the glass art work, each with a small ear set and point microphone at their lips. He could see their movement interfacing with their computer key boards, lips bright red and glistening in the soft light of the lobby answering the corporate interface. The glass hid nothing, their beauty so stunning not only were they efficient but each held the opportunity of holding the position of runway model. "Might I be of assistance?" A soft and clear voice came out over the music, just slightly amplified by invisible speakers. Her eyes blue and her smile open and welcoming. Tuck took a few steps closer so that his own voice might be heard over the low hum of music in the back ground. He cleared his throat, "Yes, I am Tuck Carter," he stopped and smiled, "I mean Marian Carter," for a moment he forgot he was taking on the new persona, almost a new personality. He blushed as the young lady in front of him smiled at his inopportune moment of misremembering his own name. "I believe I have an appointment to visit with Mrs. Getty." He still held the fear to call it more than a visit. "Oh, Marian, yes we have been expecting you, so pleased to have you join our team." Apparently the hiring decision had been made and there were other employees that were privy to that information. "Thank you, I look forward to the opportunity." "Just wonderful, I have your new hire package here for you and it includes name badge which is also a door pass key. Just walk up to any door that you have access to and it will open. Oh and would you count from one to ten for me. " "Sure. I guess.. One, two, "he counted up to the required number and smiled back at the lovely lady behind the glass, "Very secure, I guess. It sounds like a good system." "Yes, indeed most secure. It works very well for us," she said handing Tuck a pile of documents, folders and sealed envelopes. "Mrs. Getty is in her office, room 1450 and she said for you to go right up and meet her there; she will give you more information. But the executive board meets at 10:30. I am sure she will use the opportunity for you to meet our senior level executives. Good luck." Her smile infectious, her welcome gave Marian already a lighter feeling. She looked over the counter top and waved gently to the right. He assumed that her graceful move marked his next destination, the elevators. Tuck recognized the efficiency that Mr. Getty was looking for so he did not spend anytime retelling his first instance with the automated elevator. Without a key pad it took a second to figure out his voice activated the sophisticated entry . Once activated, movement to the 14th floor carried quickly. He could see how security became paramount, for without a key card and authorized voice activation, the elevator held no valve. The walk from the elevator took only a few seconds and since there were but three offices on the 14th floor he soon stood in front of another administrative person, evidently Mrs. Getty's secretary. "Mrs. Getty will, see you now," the tall very lovely secretary said standing up, and taking a step in Tucks direction, "and may I say it's wonderful to have you join our family, I have seldom seen Mrs. Getty so pleased." "Thank you, I look forward to," Tuck was at a loss of words, "everything." "You are just so cute, I can see why Trudy was not going to let you go," she stood and crossed from behind her desk. "I just love your outfit," she reached over and played with the unneeded bra strap, "it's just simply perfect." Tuck blushed, the women reached over took his hand and pulled him close. She stood some inches taller but the five inch heels she wore increased her height and her control, and in seconds her soft lips were on his. The kiss, deep and passionate took Tuck into another time and place; his eyes closed not knowing when the electricity flowing through his body would stop. "Oh yes, very happy," she pulled back only inches, her warmth and scent still encasing Tuck without effort or permission. She took his hand in hers and gently led the still stunned Tuck into Mrs. Getty office. "Marian, so wonderful to see you this morning," she noticed the soft smear of Candied Apple lip stick so, recently shared, "I see you have met Margo, she is just so invaluable anything you might need or desire is only a phone call away. I could not run anything without her." "Thank you madam, Marian here is such a sweet boy I look forward to any and all requests he might have for me that might make his day more effective and," she smiled and winked in Tuck's direction, "or more filled with pleasure." She smiled again and then walked back to her desk, closing the office door on her way out. "Well first let me have a good look. It seems that our Miss Debra is working her wonders, perhaps a little understated but it's a work in progress, turn around slowly, sweet thing." Tuck had seen his encounter with Debra that morning as anything other than understated, and as he turned, the plug in his bottom began to hum. The deep and hard vibration took him for a moment out of the room. "Oh Debra told me she had inserted a small anal plug during your morning session. She said it was coated with medicinal cream to help the irritation we saw last eve. Is it helping?" she asked genuinely concerned, unaware that it was humming deeply in Tucks bottom as she was speaking. Tuck could not answer, lost for words but knew only that a positive answer would be acceptable. "Yes, it does seem so." "Wonderful, she said it had a secondary use as well," she noted pressing the call button on the switch sitting. The humming stopped immediately, replaced with three large impacts, as if the hammer pounded deep in his bottom. He looked up at Mrs. Getty and smiled. "Oh how marvelous, that sends you a soft alert that I need you to contact me. So perfect she is just such a dream. I have given the notification switch and controls to several other members of my executive stuff. You will meet them in a few minutes." Tuck could still feel the three impacts as if they were still there. The deep intrusion would now be shared with others, not just Mrs. Getty. Tuck began dreading the soon to happen meeting coupled with undoubtedly a test from each control holder. The very personal notification would be impossible to ignore. "I assume you have the device still well planted," Mr. Getty asked his position not changed, his cigar still smoldering in the tray. "Yes sir and Mrs. Getty asked me to give you one of the controllers that Debra had provided." "No need, it was delivered by messenger this morning. Debra is most efficient." Tuck waited for the testing that he knew would come but Mr. Getty did not move to press any of the buttons. He was well aware of the correct function and the resulting action. There was no need. "Let's move to the meeting." The conference room was massive and there were a total of twenty people, although he did not count but one side 10 side of chairs matching the other. Seating by position, his ended up with a chair next to Mrs. Getty. The closeness set him not exactly against the table but nearly touching her chair. Once the meeting started Mrs. Getty immediately introduced Marian to the group. "My team members, I would like to take this opportunity to introduce our newest family member," she stood and pulled Marian to his feet. "This is Marian Carter, a sweet boy who has an intelligent and open personality that I trust you will all welcome. I know you have read his bio and the overview of the project that he will be concentrating on." She turned to one of her senior staff, "Harold, you have picked the team for the project?" He nodded, tapping a file folder on the desk. "Excellent, I will have Marian meet with them briefly this afternoon. Mr. Getty is taking his time with a young man at three." Marian smiled turning to look at everyone in the room, it was evenly divided male and female, with both senior people and younger evenly divided as well. The room held a most diverse group but for now all friendly faces. He took his seat after Mrs. Getty took hers. "Let's take a few minutes for coffee and refreshments and everyone can have an opportunity to say hello and give Marian a proper welcome." Tuck smiled from his seat as the group began to move from their chairs to the buffet that had been set up in the back of the room almost in secret. Mrs. Getty stood up and took Marian by the hand leading him over to a group of three men, talking quietly by the window, looking out over the morning traffic and down town. "Dearest, these are my three main studs, they run the three divisions, they are principle owners and I trust you will work well with each. David Stark will be your main supervisor; he is very easy to work with but can be a bit demanding at times, I know the two of you will become very close." Mr. Stark smiled at Mrs. Getty and then reached over and took Tuck's free hand engulfing it like Jakes did pulling the boy close. "So very glad to meet you young man, I have read your biography and I am much impressed, I know you will well serve me and the corporation." Mr. Stark's hidden strength filled Tuck with a duplicate feeling, near identical to being held by Jake's strong hand. A flush sent a deep shiver down his spine. He questioned the strange emotions caused by the hand encasing his, coupled with the memory of Jake's strong control. "Marian, what a pretty name, I can see why Trudy is so captured by you, just lovely," Mr. Stark pulled Tuck even closer. Tuck was kissed again, strong, deep, open and without hesitation. "Welcome sweet boy to our family. I look forward to our working together," he smiled still holding Tuck's hand in his firm grasp. His other hand slipped away and it touched the center of Tuck's blouse lightly, feeling the bra underneath, he smiled again. "I trust we might find time after hours to get a chance to know each other better?" "Oh, David you are such a flirt," Mrs. Getty smiled touching Tucks hair and brushing it behind his ear, "Marian is dating Jake Frost, so his time away from work is well accounted for but I am sure you two will get to know each other here at work quite well," Mrs. Getty said stroking Tucks hair lightly and holding up a strand by his face showing David Stark the lovely ear ring dangling down from Tucks ear. "I can assure you of that," David smiled again as his own finger passed through Tucks soft blonde hair. "I know we will work quite closely together," he touched the golden sphere lightly making the hanging amulet swing. "I trust you shared this morning's introductions with Jake?" Mr. Getty asked. "Yes sir, I have," Tuck answered his voice lower with some embarrassment, "I had a long conversation with him after the meeting was over and told him about my encounter with all of the members of the executive staff and my team. It was quite a morning. He is out of town this evening on business." "Did you tell him of your introductions and welcomes?" Tuck blushed, thinking back on the kisses and hugs that he got from all of the executive staff,"Yes sir, he said that it seemed I was welcomed in a very complete manner." "Did you get any other input or instructions from Jake?" "Yes, sir, he said I should do my best to please Mr. Stark and the other team members." "I trust you will do so." "Yes sir, he said it was quite important. He was most adamant that I offer my services when asked. " "Very well." There was a pause as if Mr. Getty was turning the page in the book and to a new chapter. "We will begin your training." Tuck felt a shiver run through his body again, this time it was not a remembrance of a known, it was as if a door had opened and held no light. The candle he held only illuminating the next two or three feet in front of him. "I want to share a point of view, it is a point of view that I share with you that both Jake and I feel confident in the truth and exactness. I however have a deeper understanding and a path to a resolution." Tuck stood quietly the light of his candle flickering. "It is simply that you have a lack of respect; not only for others but more importantly for yourself. In the past days that have moved forward that path seems to me and to Jake more clear. The issue is about clarity and I hope to share that with you. Are you ready to begin?" Tuck's voice was nearly absent but he managed to croak out a small reply, "Yes sir." "Good," Mr. Getty paused for a moment of time picking up his cigar, the smoke drifting to the ceiling above, then cleaning off the waste ash into the brass tray to his right. "Self respect for someone like your self is learned over the years, however, you have not only not learned it, you have eradicated it from your very being. It must be returned slowly and carefully. I have a plan I know that works, as it has worked on me." Tuck looked off to the side, his eyes asking the question, 'were you like me'?' "I too, at one time, had no self respect, I cannot tell you which of us might have been worse but my lack actually got me in trouble with the law and I feel certain that it would have happened to you as well had not Jake reached out to begin the a process of recovery. You are so fortunate to have a friend like Jake in your life." Tuck nodded. It was true and he could see the point that Mr. Getty was making. "I was given the opportunity to either join the service in England or go to prison. I took the easy route and choose the Army. I can tell you the decision was easy, but the result would have been far easier had I chosen the life of incarceration." "Self respect is learned, or it can be installed. For me that was the only manner for it to have any lasting effect. The process is quite simply taking everything from you, to include any all respect. You are cast as the lowest form of humanity and are slowly reintroduced to your better self. The loss is massive; it is as if you are taken down and away from all that is known. They take away your rights, privileges, even your name and your humanity. You begin the process as an animal, in a cage. I will not take you there but know if you fail to proceed and improve, that option is there if I need it." Tuck could only offer an acknowledgement, to let Mr. Getty know that he understood, that this was not an avenue he would traverse and he would do everything to improve, to move toward the self respect that he know he had lost. "Yes sir, I understand." There was only a grunt from Mr. Getty. "Tearing you down to the basic, taking away your fullness of who you are leaves you open to becoming who you might have been, but it is only a thought, there is no guarantee. The process begins after leaving the cage, by losing your manhood, your maleness, any thought of the controlling and masculine. They are gone. You are left with what is left, and that is your feminine self. It was the first and it survives but must be made whole before you can move forward." Tuck could not stop himself but he had to ask, his own feminine self being emphasized already. He looked at Mr. Getty he could not see him as ever being or losing his maleness, his dignity or self respect. "Did they take your maleness away?" he asked so quietly he did not even hear his own voice. Silence, a quiet but a firm nod of the head the only answer. "Yes dear boy, I was taken down the path, my masculinity was stripped from me completely. I no longer had a male bone in my body when I was first released from the cage. I became the whore." "The whore?" Tuck asked unable to understand. "Yes, as a young lieutenant I was kept for several years as the company whore, their slut, my bed was open to any of my senior officers. I was kept in feminine apparel at all times, my makeup had to be perfect, a scent was assigned to me, as was a name." "Name?" Tucked asked again in the same small voice. "I became Gwendolyn, Gwen, or Gweny..." he smiled softly, thinking back on the names they had used to call him to bed, "I answered to all common slut calls. There were many." "That's pretty name sir." Tuck said trying to take away the hurt that he could feel coming off Mr. Getty. "Daily I was inspected carefully, made to keep my body completely free of hair, I grew my own full head longer and it was dyed to match the wheat in the fields around us. My use satisfied many. My effort to begin my own respect recovery turned painful." "Painful?" Tuck asked. Mr. Getty stopped for a second and took a puff from the cigar that lay next to him, his pen made an absent mark on the paper of notes to his side. He looked up but his eyes told only of strength. "Painful, yes, the rules, simple; whenever a command or directive that they had given me was not carried out to their perfect satisfaction, I felt their displeasure directly, over the knee with their thick wood paddle, sometimes a rod, cane, belt, they never failed to bring a new element of instruction. It was a tough three years but it was a good start." "Start?" Tuck asked. "When the process starts there is no telling how long regaining self respect can take and there are notices of retreat that make you start over. Your trainers only have your interest at heart but their decisions can be harsh at times. I returned to the cage three times before I learned my place." Tuck looked over at Mr. Getty with a new respect and understanding. "My first efforts were not well recognized, and I found myself moving to a new position almost monthly but the word that had moved with me was that I was not ready to begin the next element in the progression. Some in my position never get that word. Finally, I held the position as supply warden for the battalion, at least on paper, but again my true job held more importance, learning and gaining self respect. I shared a room with another young man who sought the same lessons. With our single bed, together when not on duty, we became quite close and leaned on each other for support. He had already been at the assignment for two years, so he showed me the ropes and it helped a great deal." Mr. Getty stood, his hands behind him walking away from the desk. He stopped as if hearing the sound of a voice calling him. He turned back to face Tuck. "We each had duties and schedules. There were ten senior members that we were there to serve, and they often lent us to other officers for long weekends and holidays. I spent nearly 6 years with them learning and moving forward. Towards the end, my battalion commander considered that I belonged to him moving me to his residence and small room adjacent to his study. It was a friendly arrangement. I became close with his wife, who enjoyed my company, in many ways," he smiled, "almost as much as he did." Mr. Getty took long strides back to his desk leaning down on its strength from behind. "Leaving there I was asked to join the division command. The commanding general had an opening and I took over that role and position. It was a very prestigious position. I become like a daughter to him." "Mr. Getty you filled that role during your entire military career?" "Proudly, yes. I started as a man without any self respect and through years of serving my fellow and senior officers, I gained it back, I became self aware, and confident. I moved from the low caged slut whore, to the princess daughter of the commanding general." He stopped for a second standing up straighter looking like the Mr. Getty, the business titan and man complete with self respect. He took his seat again behind his desk. "I met Mrs. Getty while serving General Windsor, she was his daughter, and we became quite good friends, girl friends really, she helped me become an even better officer to her father. She helped with my attire, my makeup, my very being, without her help I could have never served her father so perfectly." There was another moment of silence. "Do you think I can regain my own self respect?" "We are here to see that happens, young Marian." "Are you going to remove my maleness?" Tuck asked already knowing the answer. "To the last vestige."