Going Deeper - Part 1 free porn video

Going Deeper - by Helen Newton. The heading on her profile simply read: - 'Convincing submissive she- male, sissy, cross dressing secretary required' It all began when I had advertised myself as a submissive transvestite on an online bdsm contact web site some months earlier and noticed the above advert / profile. In truth joining the site was more just for fantasy for me and in truth I hadn't considered or expected anything realistic to ever come of it. Besides I doubted that I really had the courage to dress up before a dominant lady yet alone allow anyone to actually dominate me! At heart I was probably just a voyeuristic bystander, even a 'bit of a timewaster' and nothing more. Anyway, I'd noticed the above wording on this particular lady's profile and although initially the role of being a 'maid' at the time appealed more to me, the thought of potentially filling the role of a submissive cross dressed secretary had been a quiet fantasy of mine and it certainly got my interest. I did have a bit of a 'thing' for the 'classic' secretarial look. The business skirt suit, or the smart pencil skirt, sheer stockings, heels and silky blouse, whilst typing or taking notes and of course it fit nicely with my submissive nature. So I'd viewed the profile on and off several times and by doing so I was aware that the owner of the profile could then in turn see who had been doing the viewing and then potentially click on my profile. For me that simply added to the excitement, but I truly didn't expect a viewing back and I certainly never considered the possibility that from that, anyone would actually want to make contact with me. So to my complete shock, I was somewhat flabbergasted when not only did a viewing of my own profile register, but the following day a message appeared in my 'inbox' from that very lady who had posted the 'secretary wanted' advert! The simple message read: "You've looked at my profile numerous times. Are you interested? Because I am! Sarah" Shit! Fuck! Shit and Fuck again! Yes I was overjoyed, but now what the fuck was I going to do? This was pure bravado on my part. Yet Sarah had liked my 'profile' and indeed my photos, which included several of me in uniformed maids / domestic attire and several in what were effectively smart secretarial style attire. It was the latter that appealed specifically to Sarah, though it turned out that the images of me in uniform certainly piqued her interest! I was to discover that she owned and ran her own small publishing business and keen to meet a submissive, 'special girl' that might fulfil her needs, it was primarily an admin secretarial role that needed filling. A follow up message came quickly stating that she had simply said that she'd been let down time and time again by a series of 'real' girls and temps who seemed to have no real aptitude for work, a poor dress sense and a complete lack of understanding when it came to 'pecking orders'. Combined with the fact that she'd always been fascinated by submissive cross-dressers, so the idea had gradually grown in her mind about not only filling the vacancy with someone like me, but being able to live out her own desires to be dominant in an office environment! She also said I looked quite cute in the photos of me as a maid and that she hadn't ruled out the idea of possibly using me in that role, but initially she was looking for that 'special office girl', with maybe more options to follow! Basically if I was acceptable and indeed if we got that far, she would be looking for me to become her 'submissive feminised secretary' to assist with accounts, admin and general office duties. There would be real work, but it would be done within a subtle, but clearly defined dominant / submissive dynamic. She of course would be the dominant! I would be given a strict dress code, which would be of the 'smart secretarial style' and she reiterated again that she was particularly taken with the photo's of me in pencil skirts, business skirt suits, heels, sheer stockings, blouses etc... If successful, the role required was for two days a week every Monday and Tuesday, in theory with normal office hours of 9 'til 5. Though unbeknown to both of us at that time, the role very quickly snowballed into something quite a bit bigger. It turned out that this development not only surprised Sarah, but me as well! But I shall come onto that shortly. On the strength of my photos alone and pending an interview of course and of course providing we agreed, I would be required to arrive and depart at her office fully in role and in full female attire - no exceptions! She wasn't going to give me the option of changing once I arrived and looking back she never actually asked if that was ok with me. Though in truth, although her request petrified me, it also excited me beyond belief! She explained that I would be required to conform to what she described as a 'consensual non consensual' role, or CNC for short! Basically once the ground rules had been established and I had agreed, then she could pretty much do whatever she wanted with me, within those boundaries as in theory I would have already given consent! The more I thought about that, it seemed acceptable, but it clearly left me feeling quietly apprehensive. After all, if someone is going to dominate you, it's tricky if they have to keep asking permission first! At that stage I had no idea as to her experience, but she seemed to know what she was suggesting and I suppose a confident dominant is better than a learner as it were and as a submissive I certainly didn't want to be taking the lead in such matters. I also slightly worried if I could be passable enough for her? Physically I had a slim frame, I was just below average height for a guy and even my hands were on the slender side. I was fortunate to be reasonably good looking facially, so with makeup and a wig I had the sort of face that could almost be androgynous which proved a blessing. I'd never been the archetypal 'tough guy' mentally or physically. My mannerisms and general demeanour although male, were never overtly 'alpha male' and most people that I knew tended to describe me as 'nice', 'kindly' and 'considerate'. Along with my physical shape, these were qualities that I was more than happy with and in truth they helped me whenever I switched into my secret persona. I'd never come 'out' as a cross dresser and was quietly horrified that my hidden secret might be discovered, though I confess to having the 'fantasy' of being caught and found that deeply scarily exciting. This all tied in with me being on this website in the first place and the idea of submitting and having to dress for a real woman was an unbelievable thrill! I had no idea if I actually pass as a 'girl', at first glance I felt that I could get by, but up close and if subjected to any scrutiny clearly worried me. So to dress for a woman who knew and a woman who thrived on that, well, that excited me! But what would my actual role be? Would this just be one to one, or would I be subjected to others! I believed that I had a good dress sense and purposely opted to dress in a way that wouldn't draw unnecessary attention to my-self, at least outwardly. Underneath might tell a different story and I confess that I had a 'thing' for expensive underwear. However, as sexy as it was I also kept it tasteful and classy and prided myself in that. The one outfit that perhaps pushed those boundaries was when I donned my classic French maids' uniform, after all what cross dresser didn't enjoy that particular style! There was no escaping the sexy image of the black and white satin uniform, the petticoats and the frills, but hey, that I guess was just sheer escapism and fun on my part and besides it allowed me to feel as sexy as hell! But surely that was my prerogative. My particular uniform was even fully lockable and combined with some black patent shiny locked on heels... Well, that was my little fantasy! But however I dressed, I was quietly confident that I never looked like a big hairy guy in drag! But to dress as Sarah's secretary for two days a week, although excited me, would surely push me. Could I carry this off confidently, or even have the courage to even try for this? Dressing up alone was one thing, but to actually place myself in such a position? Obviously she would know, but a million and one questions started to run through my head now. Anyway, to cut a long story short I nervously messaged back that I was certainly 'interested', but I still remained very cautious as to whether this was truly genuine and real. If I'm truly honest, I also saw this as a chance to just have some solo fun along the way, if you know what I mean and hand on my heart I had no intention of actually meeting up at that stage, or taking things beyond a few emails, did I? However, what followed was a series of messages back and forth where at least on paper I nervously found myself agreeing to the terms that she'd initially stated and more. The messages continued in quick succession over several days before I amazingly agreed to chat on the telephone. Even at that stage, I thought what harm would a phone call do? Again, daring my-self to go on I agreed to chat and numbers were soon exchanged. On that first call, despite me being tongue tied, she actually sounded quite lovely. Prior to that, her messages were clear, precise and well written and in conversation she sounded articulate and intelligent and actually just down to earth, really very nice! Assured and confident and clearly 'in charge', but somehow just nice if that made sense and perhaps more importantly, she sounded quite sane! Within a few days of telephone calls, some emails and further text messages, she had got me to agree to a meet for a 'safe' daytime coffee in a public place. Not with me in female attire, thank goodness, not that I would have had the confidence to do that. However, there was one caveat. Underneath my male clothing she requested that I was to be fully dressed up in my best female underwear! The idea being that she could 'feel' and or look for proof that I was at least serious. This turned out to be a no male socks rule for me to allow for a discrete raise of my trouser leg to not only show my nylon covered ankles, but also my smoothly shaved legs. Along with the opportunity to feel suspender bumps and even the potential for a quick hug to ensure that my stated love of corsetry was actually followed through and indeed worn! Though thankfully she did give me the option of leaving my breast enhancers out! Furthermore, the meeting was arranged for a couple of days time and fortunately location wise, despite both being cautious, we'd both given enough away to recognise that our respective locations were within a comfortably 'doable' distance. Approximately a 45 minute drive away. Despite all of that, the nerves and emotions that I experienced beforehand were phenomenal. Barely sleeping, eating or concentrating for those next two days and nights and before I knew where I was, the time of meeting arrived. Barely believing my own self for not backing out, I now found myself in a new and exciting territory. Still convinced that I'd walk away at the last minute, I sat nervously at the agreed coffee shop a good forty five minutes ahead of time. I carefully watched everyone who walked in and or indeed walked past. I'd seen her photo, but what if that wasn't real? Would she actually arrive? Or would she take one look at me and walk past? What if this was a trap? What if a tabloid reporter arrived with a photographer? Petrified and constantly aware of my silky restrictions beneath, I must have looked down briefly because the next thing I knew she was standing right next to me! To try to describe exactly what happened and / or how I felt would be too exhaustive. But nevertheless, Sarah was real! In fact she was quite wonderful and a true delight to be with. For the next hour or so we drank coffee and chatted surprisingly easily. Yes she did give me that initial hug and yes I did feel her hands and fingers linger to 'feel' down my back for my corset laces and boning. Likewise when we sat, she also placed her hand on my thigh briefly, both of which brought a pleasant smile and words of approval that I had complied and yes, finally a discrete raise of my trousers at one ankle to expose my sheer black nylons below over my hairless legs, all of which met with her approval. She was so lovely and sweet and so... normal! Had I been there for any another reason, she was the type of woman that I would have happily enjoyed meeting and I actually found myself very attracted to her. Quite frankly, I would have happily dated her! She was a few years older than me and although relaxed, she clearly was in charge and displayed a subtle confidence. I liked that. After an hour and a half, we rounded up our meeting and as she said, the next logical step was for me to have a 'formal' job interview at her office. Only this time with me as 'Christine' or 'Chrissie' as I called myself, providing I wanted to continue of course? A couple of hours earlier I knew that would simply be a no way decision for me. But now that I'd met her and somehow felt a degree of safety with her, I found myself quite literally torn! This would be a huge step for me. But the reality was if I wanted to actually give this a go for once in my life, then... I guess I knew that I could still simply not turn up, couldn't I? But what harm would there be in me saying yes? Could I actually turn up fully made up and in full female attire at 10am in her office that Friday morning, literally in two days time! It all only seemed a matter of days since I'd first received her initial message! Anyway, I agreed. Or at least I heard my own voice nervously say 'yes'. Despite every fear now running through me, I knew that I'd always wonder and possibly always regret not jumping in. It was to be in two days time and I knew that I'd have possibly two more sleepless nights and I also knew that I would have to prepare. Putting my normal life on hold, I didn't waste time. Armed with an address, I'd driven to her office address several times to check out it its location and its surroundings. It was situated on a small high street above a shop and although there was a public access via a door and stairs to the front, the entrance that I would be using was fortunately to the rear. I kept telling myself that I could do this, there was allocated spaces for two cars at the rear and one would be left for me. The walk would still be approximately twenty to thirty yards, but at 10am in the morning how many people might be in that area was an unknown? Over those two days I had also dressed up in every possible option for my interview. I had numerous outfits that were suitable and lost count of the times I'd stood in front of my mirrors selecting the right look that would impress and amazingly at 6am that Friday morning I stood in my bedroom fully dressed and made up! I knew that I could still chicken out and drive away, yet there I stood almost too early having settled for a smart, fully lined, knee length black pencil skirt. A smart crisp white blouse, over the top I wore an elegant jade green cashmere scooped neck thin cardigan. The blouse collar and cuffs adding an attractive contrast, matched with a tasteful silver simple pendant necklace and twin bangles on my right wrist. A pair of brand new pair of diaphanous fully fashioned reinforced heel and toe nylon black seamed stockings adorned my hairless moisturised legs. I remembered letting out a gasp of elation as I carefully rolled each one up my legs. I'd earlier questioned myself about wearing seams, but somehow wanted just a hint of visible sexiness, would that be allowed? I hoped so. Either way, I'd checked and double checked them to ensure they were snag free and perfectly straight! My feet were then slid into a waiting pair of plain black, but elegant leather slim 3" heeled court shoes. Underneath, everything matched. All in silky black, with touches of black lace trim, bows and ribbons here and there! I'd chosen my best corset, fully boned and tightly back laced to accentuate my waist line. Having not eaten a great deal through nerves over the last few days meant that I could even pull it in just that little tighter. From that, three wide metalled clipped suspenders on both sides tugged permanently over my smooth thighs keeping my stockings wrinkle free and taught. A pair of 'c' cup silicone fillers completed my corset cups giving me a feminine, but a 'not over exaggerated' bust. Like my legs, my 'privates' were also smoothly shaved and my pink unyielding CB6000S chastity cage remained locked on, held tightly back by a pair of snug black silky panties. I had been swelling almost permanently in that for the last couple of days. I was tempted to give myself some much needed 'relief' the night before, but somehow had the strength to say no. I'd even that morning dared my-self to wear one of my slim butt plugs, or even my remote controlled vibrating plug. A part of me wanted to but I knew that it would just be too distracting and I had enough to think about that day! Finally, a gorgeous silky black full pure satin slip covered what lay beneath, adding yet another layer of femininity to my already sensitised body. My wig and make up were reasonable, low key, yet enough to be seen. I knew that my skills were a little lacking in this area, but I was happy with what I'd achieved and my look mirrored what she had seen on my profile pictures, so I didn't want to attempt any sudden new and potentially disastrous looks. As usual I avoided too much slap to keep myself looking as natural and (hopefully) as normal as possible. Over all of that I would wear my classic ladies Barbour beige coloured trench coat, with tie belt. A safe plain black handbag completed with lipstick and some spare fresh stockings, just in case! My natural style of appearance was one of a classic, soft, feminine look and I took the view that if she liked my original photos, then this is what she would expect. I certainly opted to look 'secretarial' and not to 'power- dress'. After all, she would be the boss! Whilst I waited I practised in front on my full length bedroom mirror, Sitting, standing, moving, smiling even! I checked this way and that to ensure that my slip or stocking tops were not visible as I sat or moved about. Whilst standing my skirt was knee length, but it rose to an inch or two above the knee when seated which showed my stocking covered knees off beautifully, yet just keeping everything was safely hidden, though it would it would clearly keep me on my guard. I liked that thought! My skirt was also slim enough to hug my hips, forcing that gentle brush of nylon against nylon beneath. Although tight enough to ensure movement, yet keep a degree of restriction at all times and of course that restriction coupled with the sensation of my nylons, my satin slip and even the nylon lining of my skirt, made every movement unforgettable! Sarah had quizzed me enough to know exactly how I liked to dress from my skirts to my underwear and I wanted to look and feel my best for her and for me! I actually felt amazing. I felt sexy! Even with my 'cage' locked firmly in place underneath; it was pushed back tightly enough to give a visibly smooth line at the front of my skirt. I realised that an errant hand or indeed purposeful hand could soon discover an unusual lump down there should that happen, but at least my constant swelling could be contained, even if not my mental frustration in that department! Again, this all added to arouse and turn me on even more! Still ahead of time, I vaguely remember stepping out of my own front door and clearly sensing my own breathing becoming faster with anticipation and fear. Being dressed indoors is one thing, but stepping outside is a rush in itself and a rush like no other! It's that moment that every cross dresser will understand. The sudden sensation of feeling the cool air finding its way up and underneath your skirt, the clicking of heels on hard concrete and of course the instant unsteadiness of an elevated height. The rasp of nylon legs brushing each other and on top of that, perhaps above everything else, is the sheer realisation and enormity of being outside and on display and the instant fear of being caught or recognised! The fear was amazingly all part of the attraction and those emotions drove deeply into the very psyche of being a cross dresser. All of that transmitted into my sexual core of my body and I thrived on those sensations, I also knew that fear also made me very controllable. However, my door and driveway and car were reasonably hidden, even if not fully, so the dozen or so paces that I had to take were relatively easy. Then the nervous lick of my lips, now coated with lipstick just to remind me. As I lowered myself down into the car seat, a far lower seated position than normal, my unrelenting corset made its presence known again, as did the extra tug of my suspenders. None of which I could forget I was wearing. Why did I choose to pull my corset in so tight? But of course now there was no time to make adjustments, or at least I didn't want there to be time! Then the first tentative clutch dips and braking in heels and the wisp of a loose strand of hair across my face as I looked to pull out safely. Almost trance like I drove. Fortunately without any hiccups or problems, I had driven a few times before in heels and although I could do it, it forced me to concentrate. Before I knew it I almost arrived some forty five minutes early, so I found a side road a few moments away, planning to pull into the allocated space with only a few minutes to go before the planed arrival time. Waiting nervously I reminded myself that I hadn't packed a bag or holdall with any male clothing, not even anything for an emergency! I tried to convince myself that I had forgotten, but of course I hadn't, I simply didn't want such an option. Common sense or not this was all a part of the thrill and I was determined to take things to the hilt! Subconscious or not, I also knew that I derived great pleasure from feeling 'stuck', or a little 'out of my depth'. Well those feelings were swallowing me up at that point and the sexual kick I got from that somehow threw all sense of control and caution into the wind. Again, that all transferred directly down into my cage in the most wonderfully of erotic ways. I felt as if I wanted to wet myself! But it was all part of the 'high' that I was on. I knew what I was doing, I had choice and everything up until now had been my choice. Yet I felt wonderfully lost, sinking slowly into a delightful metaphorical quicksand! Yet I still viewed this as just a game from my point of view. Fully dressed and sitting in my car a few moments from her office, surely I wasn't actually going to go through with this, was I? I looked at my watch. The time ticked by slowly. I knew that very soon I would have to make a decision and make that daylight walk, or simply run away. My whole body trembled as I sat there waiting, dressed and surrounded head to toe in femininity. In my fear I began to question my choice of attire time and time again and despite knowing that I could simply drive away, I sat there waiting as the clock ticked onwards. I'd dressed enough times to know that I could be reasonably 'passable' at first glance and had been outside on my own numerous times, but only for furtive walks near my parked car and usually only during early evening or night times. I certainly wouldn't have classed myself as particularly experienced at dressing 'en femme' in public and I knew that if subjected to close scrutiny that I'd probably panic and or be read quite quickly, or at least that's what I believed. Though having assessed the short walk that I was about to take and despite feeling nervous, I felt that I would cope, hopefully without too much difficulty and ultimately. I was also aware, if indeed all of this was real that I would be expected to make this journey and take this walk to and from my car back and forth twice weekly! But I knew it wasn't just the act of being outside fully feminised that was on my mind, but the act of actively walking into a huge unknown. No matter how confident I'd tried to make myself feel, or indeed how reassuring or lovely Sarah had been. I knew that walking through that door would leave me potentially very vulnerable. I would quite simply be without a stitch of male clothing to hand, without even anything in my car! But more importantly in the presence of a lady without a doubt seemed lovely, but nevertheless, she was a lady who in all honesty I barely knew and who I was simply going to have to trust! But despite all of that, all of this was like a drug to me. I was full of sheer exhilaration, fear, nerves and sexual excitement. I knew these were the moments and sensations that I lived for, or at least dreamed of. Numerous people walked past my parked car and I somehow allowed myself to shrink down, but of course no one was looking or even noticing me. Then at 9.50am I decided to go. Amazing myself at the fact that I was still there, I couldn't quite believe that I was maybe going to actually do this! Dry mouthed and now very visibly shaking, I somehow drove my car forwards and within moments pulling into the allocated space. I was only 9.52am! Shit. I tried to simply blank any thoughts out and pushed both of my palms down onto my thighs to try to steady my hands. My coat, although tied at the waist had slipped open to expose my skirted lap and sheer nylons, but through my skirt, the lining and slip I could feel my suspenders so clearly as if they were on full display - I was so aware of what I was wearing and although scared silly, I felt amazing! Fuck. I was dressed as a girl and very nearly in public. It was as if every ounce of common sense had left me, yet the sensation was unlike any other. I couldn't quite believe that I might really do this? Minutes must have passed and at 9.57am, after a quick glance using my mirrors I simply reached for the car door opener and opened my door. How I found the courage I'll never know, but trance like my I saw my heeled stocking covered feet on the tarmac as I shut my door and somehow took a deep breath and my feet bean to move forwards. I do remember hearing my heels clicking and my nylons brushing against each other along with the gentle friction of the silkiness of my pretty slip and skirt lining filing my ears. With my head slightly down I walked on desperately trying to focus as I soon found myself heading up the flight of concrete stairs to her door. Going up those stairs I could feel the constant and unmistakable tug of my suspender straps with each step, my chest seemed to constrict even further against the tightness of my corset and my mouth now felt parched and dry with fear. Moments later I stood on a small external landing outside her door! I had no idea if I had been seen or not by anyone passing, or even whether Sarah could see me from her office? But at almost 10 am on the dot there I was. Dressed fully and very clearly in broad daylight, potentially on full public view as Christine! The drive over and that short walk all now seemed a blur. I had already decided to push the door bell without any hesitation, I knew that at this point I simply had to do this and then go inside regardless and I didn't want to think too hard on it. Suddenly the door opened and I remember seeing her pleasant smile as I was ushered into a main office area. My breathing was laboured and the restriction of my corset didn't let me forget that as somehow I moved forwards and into her office. Regardless of every rational or irrational thought, there were no camera flashes or big blokes about to jump me, beat me up or rape me. It was just the two of us! I felt electric and almost over sensitised as the sheer enormity of what I was doing just seemed to happen. I'm not even sure if I really knew what I was doing. I felt drugged and numb, even trance like, yet I moved and went forward. Quickly Sarah offered to take my coat from me as she watched my every move. After hanging my coat up, she returned with a broad smile saying "Oh my!" as she leaned in and gave me a 'girls' peck on both cheeks and a hug, one hand went behind me and clearly lingered long enough to 'feel' my delights below. "Welcome Chrissie to my office and well..." she beamed, "...who knows, what 'could' potentially become your office!" she said with a knowing look that told me she knew I was tightly laced into a corset underneath! Standing back, she watched me as I was asked to turn for her. Without taking her eyes off of me, she said, "Perfect timing..." she smiled, "...that's always a good start!" She paused for a moment before adding "And perhaps more importantly..." she said, "...thank you for coming Chrissie, I've been let down before and well..." she smiled, "...I'm extremely glad you're here." Taking a few moments to take me in, she then asked, "So, how do you feel?" I told her that I was somewhat nervous and a little scared, which must have been the understatement of the year! Smiling wonderfully she simply said, "Well as a submissive that's not a bad thing, in fact it rather pleases me..." she said, adding "...but you must remember that I'm not here to hurt you, so if you can, do try to relax if possible and try to enjoy the moment" she paused, adding "Though I must say that you look fantastic!" Dry mouthed and still petrified I somehow said, "Thank you" as I was taken through to an adjoining room, which turned out to be her office. Despite almost every part of me now physically shaking, I was instructed to sit in an upright chair a few feet in front of her desk. I was so aware of my every movement and although desperately trying to relax, I knew that I was unbelievably self conscious at that point. I sat carefully, smoothing my skirt under me placing my sheer nylon encased legs, tightly together neatly crossed by my ankles and back underneath me, trying not to visibly tremble. My hands nervously resting in my skirted lap and my chest strained against the tightness of my hidden corset! Watching me closely, she said, "Nervous or not, your movements are measured and nicely feminine and quite appropriate young lady!" As she took her own place behind her desk now in front of me, now smiling still trying to take me fully in. "These are good things Chrissie..." she said, "...after all, I'm looking for a 'girl' who'll not only appear very naturally feminine, but who's got the potential to pass fully and confidently!" She paused, before adding "Of course there's always work to be done and improvement to be made, but I like what I'm seeing so far!" Again I must have either smiled or nodded as she simply smiled back. Maybe I was still too nervous to fully take on board her compliments, but I did feel good! Still at that point trying to focus on everything that was happening, one thing that I did notice was that Sarah had chosen to wear a smart trouser suit, feminine without a doubt, but in trousers nevertheless. I liked that and it certainly reinforced my situation of 'role reversal' that I was now in! What I didn't know was firstly how overjoyed she was that a) I had actually turned up! A small window had allowed her to see me pull up and witness me exiting the safety of my car. Although she only had a fleeting glance of my attire, she was up until that point completely unsure if would actually show! And b) that now seeing me, she was quite frankly staggered at just how good I did look and indeed just how surprisingly feminine I was! She could also see that I was utterly petrified and that pleased her even more. After all, she wanted me submissive and completely malleable to her dominant side. I was ticking every box on her wish list as it were and possibilities were growing in her mind by the second. She kept her emotions close and gave little away or at least what I could see and she was clearly 'in control', I liked that. In fact, I needed it! Either way, I knew that I wasn't in control, even if I was there by choice and as a willing player! Prior to the actual interview, she had clarified the correct terms of address and for the purpose of the day. I was to refer to her as 'Miss' and she would simply refer to me as Chrissie. Likewise, she explained that she expected me to maintain a relaxed (easier said than done) deferential persona throughout. All of which I knew that would be quite natural for me and it was the style of manner that I desperately wanted to project. She stated that 'if' I were to be successful and 'if' I were to accept her position, then further detailed and exact rules of etiquette, address and demeanour would be put in place, all of which would be pretty non-negotiable. This just added to and alluded to my submissive state of mind. A hint of potentially firmer and stricter rules and of knowing ones position ticked endless boxes in my head and the 'game' of dominant / submissive was now underway! So now in her presence, she wasted no time, beginning with my future apparel, should I be given and indeed should I accept the position? As we sat she stressed calmly, but very clearly that if I was offered the job that as originally stated that I would be expected to appear completely 'feminine' at all times, with no ambiguity. The dress code for me would be smart feminine business attire only, no debate. She was using my own list of clothing that I'd previously and so openly told her about. So it was to be fully lined pencil skirts or fitted dresses only, nothing too 'airy fairy' or summery and quite categorically no trousers or anything remotely 'male'! She actually pointed out what I was wearing at that moment would be perfect daily attire to serve as her secretary and congratulated me on my particular choice of clothing. She went on to say that 'smart female office attire' would be the norm for me, but that she would reserve the right to have me to wear any style of female attire as and when it suited her and that on such occasions she would instruct me and that I would simply comply. "For example..." she said, "...if I want you in a little black dress maybe, or perhaps some sort of evening attire or whatever, then you will do so. Understood?" Swallowing, I gave a quick "Yes Miss" back. Excited, but thinking shit! Did she intend to take me out dressed up? Before I could think further, she carried on. "I'm hugely impressed Chrissie..." she smiled, "...your chosen attire and appearance is not only extremely pretty, but perfectly feminine and actually, very 'secretary like'" she said! Gosh, that made me feel so good and I vaguely remember myself saying again "Thank you Miss" only this time with a slightly more relaxed smile! Heels were to be smart court shoes, in fact exactly what I was wearing, with heels no lower. She stated that flats, wedges, platforms or strappy sandals were not permitted. She asked if I had driven over in the heels I was wearing, or whether I had worn something else and slipped into these upon my arrival. I told her that I'd worn my heels the whole way and that I could cope, which pleased her. "Again, I'm impressed Chrissie..." she said, "...what height are they, three inches?" They were and I quickly told her so, "Good..." she smiled "...a lot of real girls wouldn't even wear that height whilst driving, but it tells me that you're clearly at home wearing heels!" She added, "I would have reluctantly made allowances if driving in those was impossible for you..." she said, "...but I'm glad to hear that you can manage. Therefore as of now, that is what I will expect. You to wear that height of heel whenever driving as of now!" "Personally..." she continued, "...if I was given full control of you..." she smiled, "...I would only ever allow you to be out of your heels for bedtimes and bath times!" she laughed, adding "Well actually I would apply that rule to women's clothing for you period!" She smiled, not that I could see just she would be able to control that? But I could barely believe what I was hearing, yet I loved every word of it. "Can I take it then Chrissie..." she continued, "...that as you driven over wearing your heels that the whole journey has also been made fully en femme?" she paused, adding, "And I mean fully, no sneaky changes of clothing en route, or round the corner?" Hoping my answers were correct, I somehow told her that I'd been dressed like this all morning and I didn't even have a stitch of male clothing in my car! "Good girl..." she beamed, adding "...you're truly raising the bar high young lady and it' a standard that I will expect at all times..." she smiled, adding "...should I take you on of course!" Making notes without looking up she added, "If you get the job, I will carry out sporadic checks, so let's make sure that there truly isn't any male clothing in your car! Understand, Mmm?" she quizzed, again I reassured her that there wasn't and that I understood her request. But fuck, I'd now committed myself to making every journey fully and I mean fully en femme and in my three inch heels! She went on to say that was very pleased with the style and length of my pencil skirt, but equally reminded me that an inch or so above the knee would be permissible whether that is a skirt or a dress, but nothing shorter, adding, "Classy is what I'm looking for!" Regardless of the weather, no bare legs. Explaining that I was expected to be smoothly shaved, moisturised and utterly hairless below my eyebrows at all times and my legs were to be adorned in sheer, well maintained stockings only. Tights were not permitted! Adding, "Having said that, I don't want to see your stocking tops showing from your hem line as you sit or move around..." She smiled, adding a little deviously, "...but I will want to know you're wearing them at all times!" My hose was also to be of a quality brand and of a sheer, silky denier. She informed me that she had a particular penchant for black, barely black or just occasionally dark grey or navy stockings depending on the colour of my skirt or dress. Stating, "Those colours look elegant and 'right' she added. "No snags or runs and always carry spares and I don't ever want to see you in any flesh or tan coloured nylons, most definitely not anything thick or opaque." "Likewise..." she continued, "...you're clearly wearing seamed 'real' nylons today" she smiled devilishly, as I could feel my face redden. "Oh don't be embarrassed my darling..." she smiled, "...it's actually a lovely touch Chrissie. Perhaps a little bold on day one, but one that's already given you a few 'brownie' points this morning already!" She smiled, adding "I'll tell you now that I will love to 'hear' you wearing your nylons!" She smiled, adding "I say 'hear' as I love the sound of that gentle 'rasp' that only 'real' nylons give as they rub and brush together as you move around!" she smiled, "So be mindful of that because if I take you on I'm sure you'll want to please me." She said, adding "Though crooked seams will not be tolerated!" she said, but giving no indication of what that might mean! As she quickly added "Hearing your nylons rub together will also remind me that you are taking small feminine steps and a girl should always take small feminine steps" She smiled, saying "Your skirt will add to that restriction..." she said, "...seeing you restricted like that will please me. Take note of all of these points Chrissie!" she smiled. She also added that regarding my underwear, from not only my original profile details, but from our previous chats and indeed our meeting for coffee, she was only too well aware that I liked to be tightly corseted underneath and that I had a 'thing' for nice quality full slips! "So..." she smiled, "...I think I already know, but do impress me further young lady by telling me that you are wearing those items right now?" she said, to which I told her that I was. "Good..." she smiled, "...then that's what I'll expect at all times, every day, no exceptions!" Emphasising the 'no exceptions' part. Gosh, she had certainly 'tapped' into my own desires! She also pointed out that particularly with 'real' nylons they usually required more suspender straps to keep them neatly taught and wrinkle free. Adding, "So where possible either from your corsets or even a separate belt if need be, a minimum of three straps per thigh would be in order!" She looked hard at me, adding with a raised eyebrow "And I will check!" Somehow I replied that that would be no problem and that my corset at that moment had three suspenders per thigh. "Good" she smiled, "I like to know that 'my girl' nicely and firmly trussed up underneath..." she paused, "...24/7!" Looking at me as our eyes briefly met, she said calmly, but very controlled "These may seem like rules Chrissie, that is because they are!" She smiled, "But they are 'rules' tapered to not only what I genuinely desire from a 'girl' like you, but they are specific to what you have already told me you love to wear!" We both knew that, but she clearly wanted to push home the point that I was responsible for what I would now have to comply with! "Not that I'm going to be giving you any choice in what you will wear." She smiled heavily. "After all..." she smiled "...I am simply helping you to fulfil your own wishes..." she paused, adding "...they just happen to marry up perfectly with what I also desire. The secretary that I've quietly dreamed of owning has an identical wardrobe to your own and that is what 'she' will be required to wear!" She sat back a little and smiled, adding "All in all, I'd say a perfect match!" She continued, "However, that's not a 'given' that you will be offered the job!" she said, continuing, "But it is important for me to have a 'girl' who not only knows 'her' place Chrissie, but who knows how to dress and who knows how to please me visually..." she paused, adding "...and so far you do!" She said, adding, "I am a visual person Chrissie and I will want to see you looking your best, indeed I expect you to be a visual treat for me from your underwear to your outerwear at all times!" She smiled, adding "From what you've already told me Chrissie, I don't believe that this dress code which will be strictly enforced by the way should cause you any problems?" I nervously said, "No miss, I will very happily wear all that you require miss" she smiled whilst watching me closely; simply saying "Good..." adding "...as I wouldn't want to hear any requests or murmurings for any relaxation of your dress code young lady!" she smiled. "Think slightly 1950's glamour and femininity. I don't mean that you'll be required to wear 1950's clothing, though..." she paused, "...that could be fun!" she smiled, "But what I don't want is you being one of those modern 'girls' who put comfort before appearance, or worse still a 'girl' who's got any silly feminist ideas in their head!" Adding, "The type of 'girl' I'm after..." she said as she paused, "...picture the scene. If, hypothetically you were my 'wife', I would expect to come home from the office to not only find a nicely prepared meal ready, but the house cleaned from top to bottom and you having prettied yourself for me. Of course, you would have to look beautifully feminine all day, but I would want to be greeted by you dressed in a best dress, a petticoat, a piny and freshly applied lipstick!" She looked at me, adding "Does that make sense Chrissie?" "Yes it does Miss," I replied and I meant it! In fact I knew exactly what she meant and deep down that was the image that I'd wanted to project all of my life. To be 'the woman'. Somewhat subjugated. To being limited in choice, or even opportunity. I wanted to be dutiful. Put 'on display', maybe even as a 'trophy wife' for my partner to be proud of. To have an opinion, yes. But to know that it should only be voiced only if asked and only then without force or conviction. To not allowing my 'pretty little head to be muddled' or challenged by 'important' matters, such as politics or world issues. Instead perhaps being preoccupied with thoughts on the latest recipes, styles of drapes, or which colours a lady should be wearing next spring! To having to dress 'appropriately' and to willingly 'suffer' the rigours of beauty at times! To the wearing of heels when deep down a pair of flats would be more comfortable, or at least more practical. To being laced tightly into a corset all day and yet give no sign of complaint or discomfort. To having to be mindful at times to check my stocking seams regularly, so not to displease. To feel those endless buckles, straps, ribbons, bows and lace trimmed edges envelope and caress my skin. The art of dressing and preparing in not underwear, but in lingerie! To feel the delicate layers, the intricacies of intimate feminine apparel throughout the day. But equally to accept a constant level of restriction, from the tightness of a skirt, to the height of my heels or the constant pull of a suspender! I loved the idea of wanting to be pretty and feminine for my partner, regardless of their freedoms or lack of rules. And I told her. Quickly saying that I was so sorry if I'd spoken out of turn or gone on for too long and amazing my own ears at what I was saying, but truly meaning every word. Even adding, "Hypothetically Miss, if we married, I would most definitely want to say the words 'obey' in my wedding vows!" I paused momentarily, adding "I like order, to know my place and station, I want so desperately to be the girl, to be pretty, sexy and feminine and I have no desire to be 'in charge' Miss." Shit. A long pause followed, I was now aware that I'd said too much... or had I? I could feel my face burn with embarrassment as finally she broke the silence. "Oh my!" she beamed, adding "And no you didn't go on too long, however, you will learn when and where it will be appropriate for you to speak!" she smiled, adding "Though today is acceptable and be warned..." she smiled a little deviously, "...one day I may well hold you to all of what you've just said young lady; So I do hope you're a 'girl' of your word?" It was a rhetorical questions, but crikey, I shifted in my seat now more aroused than ever and feeling somewhat flushed! None of which was being missed by her watchful eye. "But..." she smiled, "...I like the fact that we seem to be 'singing from the same hymn sheet' as it were and that is important Chrissie and in particular about your desire to dress and defer correctly to my wishes - I like that. I like that a lot!" She went on "Now regarding my requirements of your clothing and appearance, none of that will be affected by what I chose to wear!" She stated. "So..." she continued, "...regardless of how smart, how casual, how suitable or even how more 'comfortable' my personal attire is, or whatever the situation or location you and I find ourselves in, your office attire, including your underwear will be worn at all times in this role. Think of it as a uniform, if you like..." she paused, adding with a knowing smile "...and we already know that you do have a bit of a thing for uniforms as well, don't we!" Again, it seemed a rhetorical question, but it clearly alluded to my original contact profile and the photos of me in two rather fetching maids' uniforms. One somewhat more domestic and potentially real life, the other in the satin clad French maids' style! I was long past any point of embarrassment at that stage and all I could say was "Yes Miss" in return, though I could feel my cheeks flush again, none of which was missed by Sarah's watchful eye. She looked hard at me for a few moments, adding, "Basically Chrissie..." She smiled. "...I get to chose what I wear..." Adding, "...whereas you don't!" "Is that understood?" She looked straight me. "Yes Miss, very," I somehow stammered back, but loving and meaning every word. It was met with a simple "Good." "Now," she said, almost softening the atmosphere. "Regarding your ability to pass Chrissie." She smiled. "You managed to arrive here today fully dressed.." She smiled. "...which I'm very pleased about and presumably you did so without any difficulty?" she quizzed raising her eyebrow and clearly expecting a response, "No Miss" was my reply, though I gave no real indication of just how nerve wracking I'd actually found it! It was actually nerve wracking beyond belief, but equally exhilarating. "Good..." she said, saying, "...and we've established that you can drive in heels..." she said, as she continued, "...and as we've already agreed that you should you be offered a job here that you will be required to arrive and depart fully feminised." She smiled, "So I'm going to take it that that requirement is fully acceptable to you Chrissie?" Again, dry mouthed now, I managed a, "Yes Miss." "Good" she smiled. She went on to tell me that she was pleased with not only my clothing, but my wig and indeed makeup. However, she stated that longer term she would assist me to improve my skills, potentially consider a higher quality wig, or even having my own hair grown out and styled! Though of course, these were considerations for the future. She also stated that from what she'd seen so far I appeared to move, sit and present myself quite naturally and surprisingly convincingly, which pleased her. Adding that she expected nothing less than 100% in terms of my mannerisms and deportment at all times. "As I mentioned..." she said, "...I will want to hear your nylons brush together as you move" she smiled, "So I will expect you to adopt the correct physical attributes of a pretty girl without fail. A pencil skirt, for example the one you are wearing now clearly limits your movement that is what I will want to see. But of course it's not just the physical; I will expect a correct attitude and perhaps even more importantly, a suitably submissive mindset." "Likewise..." she went on. "...I don't want anything exaggerated and I'm certainly not looking for you to 'parody' a female. In time I will expect for everything to become second nature and natural to you in your feminine persona. I am not just looking for a man dressed as a woman, if you know what I mean?" I listened, nodding and saying, "Yes Miss," as she carried on. "But despite passing reasonably well, should you be offered this position that I fully intend to train you much further and in the long run, I'll have no intention of hiding you away behind closed doors!" Oh shit! This was exactly what I'd quietly always wanted and dreamed of, but still these thoughts made my heart jump and miss several beats! I'm unsure if she saw a reaction in my face, but to back up her comment, she added "Confidence and practise will play a big part and the more you dress the easier that will become whatever the setting!" She went on encouragingly, saying, "I will help you build that confidence in you Chrissie" she smiled heavily, clearly noting a look of fear in my eyes. "So don't worry, when I decide to take you out of your 'comfort zone', I will be with you and I assure you that I will look after you," she said, adding, "I've truly no desire to get myself into trouble, yet alone you!" she paused, saying, "Though you'll be surprised at just how easily you'll probably pass and you'll soon discover that most people probably won't even be watching that closely and even if they wondered, so few people care nowadays!" I'm not sure that last bit gave me a huge amount of confidence and deep down I knew that much of it would be a mental hurdle for me, but gosh, talk of going outside into the 'real world' and potentially on show before the public certainly made my heart skip a few beats! "Besides..." she laughed, "...I'll certainly have some fun walking you out, even if you don't!" I could barely believe my ears, but although this all seemed somehow 'bigger' than maybe I'd expected, it also seemed so right and unbelievably exciting! She did kindly back up her last statement with "But I will stress, ultimately safety and care will always be a priority Chrissie..." she said, which felt comforting, but adding, "...though I will confess the idea of seeing a degree of fear in your eyes will be a quite a turn on for me, so you may want to think on that!" she said. Oh fuck, again before I could process all that was being said she continued. "Though deep down Chrissie, I suspect all of this, especially being a little scared will be a big turn on for you as well." Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit. I don't know how, but I agreed with a simple "Yes Miss, it is" to her obvious delight! "I thought so" as she smiled. She was right and she knew it! Suddenly the subject changed, though at first I was unsure as to where. "Just out of interest Chrissie, what do you normally do at weekends?" she quizzed. I must have momentarily paused as before I could answer she interjected, "Are you out socializing, or at home on your own much of the time?" I think she probably knew the answer, but clearly wanted to hear it from my own lips as I said, "Mostly at home on my own Miss." "I thought as much..." She smiled, adding, "...and I don't mean that as a bad thing!" she said, stating "In fact it's an ideal opportunity, a chance for you to become Chrissie during that free time, most weekends and evenings, by the sounds of it. Is that what you often do?" "Mmm?" she looked at me. Again before I could answer she continued, "Because ideally I would want and expect you to feminise yourself whenever the opportunity arises, especially when not in my presence!" she said. "As I've said, I will want you to be serious about practice and confidence only comes with practice, which means improvement. I need to know Chrissie that as potentially 'my girl' that you would want to improve yourself as much as possible and that you are prepared to put in the work!" She waited as I somehow took on board all that she said. Another awkward pause followed before she spoke again. "Do tell me Chrissie" she said, "When do you dress yourself up in those delightful maids' uniforms?" Oh shit, my mouth felt dry, but again before I could answer, "I've got your profile up on my screen right now..." she spun the laptop around showing the photos of me in my uniforms, she bit her lower lip and smiled, "...you do look quite delightful and dare I say it, quite naturally 'service orientated'!" she smiled, adding, "Can I ask, deep down how do you prefer to dress? Like this..." she motioned to the smiling uniform maids, "...or as you are now Chrissie?" Somehow through my parched lip stick coated lips I told her that both roles were equally a treat for me and that simply being feminised and in 'service' was all that ultimately mattered. In answer to her question, I told her that I often dressed up fully at home, though I knew in my heart it wasn't as often as I could, or perhaps should. I may have said more, but felt detached as if walking in a glorious slowly but sinking quick sand! "That's good to hear Chrissie" she said, knowing that I worked from home in an IT support capacity, so she added "So in theory even with your job you could almost 'become' Chrissie 24/7, Mmm?" I wasn't expecting to be put on the spot like that and although she was right, my actually going into my companies office was perhaps once, maybe twice a month, I gave a cautious "Yes Miss" reply. Fortunately she didn't delve further at that point. I knew in our emails, texts and telephone calls that I had 'talked up' the amount of hours that I spent in skirts. Sure I dressed, but I had exaggerated just a little and of course, I was the one who was in control of when I dressed and for how long. In truth, the longest I'd ever remained feminised fully was probably 48 hours or so! She simply smiled as she watched me closely. Unbeknown to me, options were music to her ears and her own mind was now very quickly thinking bigger thoughts than I could have imagined, or even could have coped with at that moment and she didn't wish to scare me off too soon! "Though of course..." she carefully said, "...going back to these gorgeous maids uniforms..." she smiled, looking at her laptop, "...I would guess that being a 'maid' would surely require a very different set of rules?" she smiled, "A different relationship with your owner?" She smiled, relishing her obvious lead and control in this whole conversation. "I can only guess that dressing like this before a lady would effectively make her very much 'the Mistress'?" she said, continuing "It would certainly suggest a more formal, even stricter situation than in an office environment..." she continued, "...would it not?" I caught her eye, only to quickly lower mine; aware that potentially a lot of unspoken words and meanings were subtly coming out now! She paused, before asking "Is that something you would also enjoy Chrissie?" She already knew the answer of course, but wanted me to say it, to verbalise it. Like a rabbit trapped in the headlights, I somehow managed a simple "Yes Miss." She watched me carefully as I must have shifted in my seat, although 'caged' below, I don't think I'd ever been so aroused in my entire life! "Hmmppff" was her simple non committal answer, before adding "But of course you are here to interview for the position as my secretary..." she smiled again, adding very clearly, "...though?" She smiled heavily, leaving her words hanging and ringing very clearly in my ears! Shit, I heard everything she said and my mind was rapidly filing in the blanks at what she might be suggesting! But just as quickly the conversation and interview moved on. At regular intervals she did ask if I still wished to continue with my interview and that if everything she was saying was acceptable to me. Each time, despite my nervousness, I replied "Yes Miss" which was simply met with a "Good." The interview continued at a fair pace and quickly moved onto my 'actual' office duties, along with a tour of the small, but adequate office space. Her main office separate through a door into what would be my desk, which included a medium sized waiting room and small lounge area space with a small kitchenette off to one side. A modern functional toilet and shower room and finally a large walk in storage cupboard with wall to wall racking, laden with numerous box files and folders. It was a quick tour, but I could have had no idea that the sturdy racking would eventually play a role in me being placed in untold bondage positions! Likewise, that several of those file boxes contained straps, buckles, harnesses, gags and blindfolds! I also failed to notice a chair and table in there with various eye bolts positioned, for the sole purpose of immobilising and securing someone down! She didn't mention those things either. However, back to my 'office role', it was real but it would be just part of what she wanted me for. In that role I would be typing, keeping records, filing, taking notes, answering the phones (though she stated that despite my voice being ok, some practice would be needed) and of course the making of tea and coffee as every good secretary should do! I was also there to simply be 'pretty' a point that she made no bones about! It was then that I was given the task of making two filter coffees. Quietly aware that she was watching my every move as I eventually served hers in the small lounge area, as I purposely waited to told that I could sit down to drink mine. Again, she clearly picked up on my submissive nature, which pleased her all the more. I sat down carefully, again with my stocking clad knees tightly together, aware that even that task was being carefully scrutinised. We chatted somewhat more loosely for a while, though I was aware that I was giving her more and more information about myself than I was perhaps learning about her. It was as we finished our coffee, I offered to wash the cups, which was met with a heart warming "Yes Chrissie" as she watched my every movement. Once done, I was presented with a slim folder of papers. I was simply told to sit at 'my' desk and read through each item carefully. "Just rules, details and requirements covering everything we've already discussed, but also touching on certain 'other' aspects that you will need to know, understand and accept Chrissie!" She smiled, adding "Again, most of the contents have been specifically tailored to meet with not only what I like and want, but with what you yourself highlighted on your profile and from what you've readily told me about up until now." She smiled, before saying "I'll give you twenty minutes" she said looking up at the clock, it was 11.50pm! Crikey, I could barely believe it, I'd been with her for nearly two hours and furthermore up and fully dressed as Chrissie since 6am that morning! Yet although I was constantly aware of my clothing and my beautiful underwear, it all felt so right! Could I really come to work here dressed as I was for two whole longs days??? Not forgetting the time either side! Gosh, the idea of that felt like a dream. Little did I know at that point what developments would take before the day was out and just how many hours this role would really entail! "I need to send some emails, but I want you to sit prettily at your desk young lady and at..." She glanced up at the wall clock. "...12.10 I'll expect you to knock and wait to be called back into my office where we can at least see if you are genuinely happy with what I'm proposing, or not!" She paused, adding, "Mind you, the final decision will of course be mine!," "12.10" she reminded me. I was clearly being dismissed as she disappeared into her office segment and closed the door. I remember saying a quick, "Yes Miss," acutely aware of her 'sit prettily at your desk young lady' comment! This was unbelievable! Shit, what was I doing, yet I felt fantastic! Despite being out of sight, my senses didn't let up on me and I maintained my 'perfect' physical persona. After all, although I didn't look around for evidence the thought crossed my mind that just maybe she could watch me from a hidden camera! I sat down and slowly, mindful to keep every movement and mannerism demure and correct, I read through approximately six pages of neatly typed A4 paper. She was right, they were rules! Divided into sections, regarding clothing, my duties and her expectations. Much of which had been discussed, but then as I turned the pages, more headings came up, discipline, punishments, behaviour... Fuck! These sections left me dry mouthed in fear and excitement. Despite my cage firmly locked beneath my knickers, I shifted numerous times as stirrings caused my sex to swell and strain beyond all measure! None of it was sordid, but it was clear, precise and to the point and left me in no doubt that I would open myself up to some of my wildest fantasies and these were all areas that I had hinted at an interest in on my profile! Demerits, bondage and sexual duties were clearly specified within my 'role map' as an employee! Shit, shit, shit! Every emotion went through my mind, but also the awareness of the ever ticking clock. Then before I knew where I was, I had approximately two minutes left as I flicked back and forth, reading and re-reading various sections in almost amazement! Somehow I licked my by now very dry lips. In fact I quickly disappeared into the bathroom to re apply some lippy before trying to compose myself outside her door. It turned out that I was right, not that I knew it at that time. But everything was carefully being observed by camera, even the touch up of my lipstick, which certainly brought a smile to Sarah's face! Also unbeknown to me was that during that 20 minute interval of watching my every move on her screen, Sarah had 'brought herself off' to three very powerful orgasm's under her own desk! She was surprising herself at not just how powerful her position was developing and how much it aroused her, but how submissively I appeared to accept and agree with everything! Her original idea of having me in her office for those two days a week was now becoming just a part of her plans. A part of her didn't want to push me too far, to take her time to slowly 'reel me in'. But equally she wanted to strike while the iron was hot! Her confidence in potentially owning and controlling me was intoxicating her own normally calm self and she was desperately trying to suppress her desire and maintain a very clear and precise entrapment of me! 12.10 on the dot I very nervously knocked and re-entered when instructed. I had no idea of what had happen under her desk minutes earlier, or just how damp she now was. But somehow everything seemed charged. I was so lost in myself that I didn't notice just how flushed she now appeared! Initially I stood there nervously and demurely waiting to be told to sit again in front of Sarah, though it was clear that the chair had been intentionally placed to one side. My own heart seemed to be pounding away beneath the confines of my corset as I stood before her, having placed the file on her desk. My own nylon clad legs clamped tightly together, one knee 'cocked' slightly and ever so submissively, with my hands holding each other at my skirt front. I was simply asked if all that had been explained today and what I had just read would be acceptable, should I be offered the position! "A simple 'yes' or 'no' will suffice Chrissie!" she stated, adding before I could speak, "I have another applicant to see shortly and if your answer is a 'no' then at least I can rule you out of any equation!" What!!! In that split second it felt as if I'd been punched in the stomach! I momentarily glanced up at her, quickly lowering my eyes downwards, desperate not to show any sign of hurt and worse still, any anger or defiance. Another applicant! I'd never considered that, but then why would I? But equally why hadn't I???? Of course, I had no idea that there was no other applicant nervously waiting in their car, anticipating that scary walk up to and into Sarah's office! But unbeknown to me, this was all part of her technique. Would I say 'no' if I thought someone else might take this dream position? At least that was what she was banking on. I don't know just how many seconds passed, but somehow I managed to say "Yes" through my by now parched voice. I knew I said it, or at least I think I heard myself, but it did seem detached, almost distant - had I truly just agreed to being her secretary and to her long list of rules? I had! "Good girl" was all she said as she stood up, struggling to maintain her own growing excitement by what might lay ahead. "Now..." she smiled, "...as I've said, I do have another applicant to see, but remind me..." she casually said, "...did you say you had any plans this weekend?" In my haze I certainly had no idea where this might be going and at that moment I felt somewhat up against whomever else potentially waiting in the wings. Surely I was this close to an amazing position. Quite intentionally she'd put my thoughts into the realm of losing this opportunity. Hadn't she? Again detached I vaguely remember myself saying "No Miss, I don't have any plans." "Good girl. That's the right answer" she smiled, oh gosh even those words 'good girl' made my heart skip yet another beat! As she carried on, "I want you to go home and promise me that you'll remain fully dressed as Chrissie, exactly as you are. I will ring you in a few hours time and I will let you know the outcome of my decision." "Yes Miss," I replied as she smiled saying "But you must promise me to remain fully dressed young lady!" "I will Miss, I promise" not quite believing my own ears again, why did I promise, did I need to? But it felt right and more importantly her request felt like an instruction!" Just as I turned to leave she quickly added, "Oh and Chrissie..." she smiled, "...I never asked, but can I presume you're locked into a chastity cage right now?" Oh shit, "Yes Miss" She knew I wore one from the outset of our conversations, though it had barely been mentioned up until now. "Good" she said, "And what about a plug?" Oh fuck! "No Miss, I..." my words petered off. "Never mind..." she smiled, "...but when you get home, you will remain dressed, you will keep your cage locked on and I would like you to insert a suitable plug. I think the vibrating one you told me about, you know..." she smiled, "...the one you control from your phone?" Oh shit, I had previously mentioned that I had an 'app' controlled plug during one of many exchanges. "Yes Miss." Not expecting the next request, "As soon as it is in, I will expect you to text me all the details, the password and username, understood?" She clearly wanted an answer. Adding, "All of this will go towards helping make my decision Chrissie!" Guessing that potentially would that allow her to operate it from a distance? Could she do that? Would she do that? But surely I could override that, or simply take it plug out, couldn't I? "Yes Miss" I shakily replied, even adding, "I will, I promise." Again, why had I promised that? Yet promising felt right and somehow I knew I would to do exactly as she was saying! She smiled adding "Thank you and Chrissie, don't let me down..." she said, "...and don't look so worried, you've done well, very well in fact. But I'm sure you can understand that I do need to make the right decision!" At just after 1pm with my coat back on I found myself outside, the cooler afternoon air circled around my sheer nylon encased legs, jolting me back into the reality and fear of not only being outside, but potentially on show again. Head slightly down, I made my way down the rear stairs and quickly across to my car with my heels clicking in my ears. I had no idea if someone else was watching, or even the next supposed candidate was? At that moment nothing else seemed to matter. But within just over forty minutes I was back home and after a desperate wee, I laid down on my bed with my skirt and slip pulled up and my panties aside as I lubricated and inserted my plug as instructed. After allowing myself a few moments to let my body adjust to this new sensation, I neatly rearranging myself and went to find my little book of passwords and usernames. Now acutely aware of the very obvious intrusion inside me with every step and movement I made. I soon found the necessary details; I gingerly sent them off to Sarah without truly thinking about the ramifications. It must have only been twenty minutes or so when a slow vibration came to life within my ass! Oh shit, I wasn't operating it! Within moments to pulsating shot upwards to what could have been its highest setting, only to slow down soon after. I was standing at the time and nearly fell over, having to steady myself against my lounge wall, as I let out an audible gasp. I was then subjected to random pulses and patterns of movement forcing me to struggle to maintain composure within my own home! Grabbing my own phone, I flicked across to the 'app', but it failed to open!!!!! Fuck! The 'app' was invalid! 'Password' required kept coming up as I desperately put my password in, only to find it inoperative! I knew I could simply remove the plug from my back passage, but I then remembered the device could pick up and show my heart rate and she would quite simply be able to tell if I'd removed it!!! Then as if knowing my every thought, a face time call came through on my mobile from Sarah. "This is fun Chrissie! And what's more the 'app' tells me if you're being a good girl, so keep it in there!" As she said that she zapped the setting up high to get a now very clearly visible reaction from me and I didn't disappoint!" My audible 'Oooooh' and facial expression caused her to laugh. "Oh my," she said, "have fun and I'll be in touch in a few hours" she smiled, "I have an interview to conduct shortly, but I'll be monitoring the data, so be a good girl!" as she simply ended the call leaving me in my state of torment. I was now being controlled in my rectum by Sarah and I knew the plug could be set to a random pattern and quite simply would run until it ran out of charge. I also knew that it was fully charged and somehow remember reading the wording 'up to 6 hours of pleasure' on the literature!!!! Almost disbelieving what I had not only gone through since 6am that morning, to the interview and now this! I spent the next hours lost in myself. Yes, I could pull it out, but I didn't as pulse after pulse and vibration after vibration slowly toyed and teased with me almost relentlessly. The front part of the flange also rested against the tip of my cage, adding to my erotic torment below! Sitting somehow offered me a degree of stability in not actually falling over, but by sitting I knew the plug pushed and nudged it way further up against my glands! I struggled to maintain any sort of composure as more and more sensations drove through me! Could I really cope with this? Could I really take this job if it was offered it? And what about her rules! Bondage, sex, discipline and everything else! Crikey I wish I had a copy of her paper work she'd asked me to read. Did I really read all of that, was my mind playing tricks? All of these thoughts went through my mind as I was being subjected to a series of intoxicating vibrations. I almost wanted a stiff drink at that moment, but then wondered what if she called me back? Not that it was mentioned, but what if I'd need to drive? But then why almost demand that I remain as Chrissie, not that I wanted to change. She clearly asked me if I had any plans this weekend, but what did that allude to? I could only guess that she might ask me to remain 'in role' all weekend at home ready to appear that Monday? If of course I was offered the job? It was a Friday afternoon and technically I could go into a full weekend of being Chrissie if I wanted to, but I also knew that I had 'talked up' my dressing to Sarah pretty much from the start. Don't get me wrong, of course I dressed and become Chrissie as and when, but in truth it was often only for an hour or two and maybe four or five hours at a maximum. I mean I wanted to dress for longer, but I hadn't seriously ever put myself in a situation where I could or indeed would. Or perhaps even more worryingly, in a situation where maybe I wouldn't have the choice! Not having choice was what I craved, or at least in my fantasy I did. But reality was surely different? Amazingly I already felt as if a part of me no longer had any choice, or that I could at least feel a sense of control slipping away. Yet clearly I could simply walk away? But somehow I found myself struggling to even think that I could say no, or walk away from Sarah or this possible situation that was being offered to me. Then again, did I really want to walk away? That scared me, but I loved it, I loved everything that was happening to me! With my cage preventing a full orgasm, that afternoon I experienced five, maybe six mini anal orgasms, or at least that's what I called them. Each time my body simply flexed and stiffened as I lost momentary control as involuntarily twitches pulsated through my insides and never regions causing me to cry out. Oh fuck! A small discharge happened each time from my locked cage, but fortunately not enough to cause any visible dampness at my skirted crutch. These reactions could be clearly seen and registered on her 'app', so she if she wanted she could see exactly what affect this was having on me at the glance of her mobile screen! I had subjected myself to this many times before, but I was always in control and I always stopped after the first orgasm, usually due to my sheer lack of will power. Yet, now with what my body was being subjected to, I was finding my gloriously nylon covered legs were becoming jelly like. Yet I was determined to keep my unseen protagonist in. I tried every which way to focus on other things. Even as to just who was this other applicant? What if he if was prettier than me? Or was all of this a giant game she was playing? Was any of this real? Any and every thought went through my mind, as the clock ticked agonisingly slowly! I'd barely eaten all day; in fact I'd barely eaten for the last few days! I somehow managed to make myself a cup of tea, though nearly spitting it out as I succumbed yet again below! But unbeknown to me, there was no other applicant and yes, she had done her homework long before my interview about my plug and how to use and control it. The reality was that she had no way of knowing that I would comply with anything once I'd left her office and she couldn't quite believe just how readily I had allowed her to have my login details, I was simply now logged out and doing everything she wanted! At 5pm, almost twelve hours since I'd dressed as Chrissie that morning. Three hours of having a vibrating plug working away in me, admittedly on a random pattern, but a pattern that never allowed me to relax or fully recover. My mobile phone rang! Fuck, I nearly jumped out of my skin. At that moment the plug suddenly stopped! My whole body shook as I could see Sarah's name come up on my screen!