The New Secretary
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James was standing just outside the office, wondering how his new work
life would be. It was an elegant building, all pristine and white, and
must have been incredibly expensive. This was supposed to be contract
work, a short stint before the next phase of his career.
He walked in.
The reception was just as clean. Long halls, high ceilings, the epitome
of success. A secretary was waiting for him at the reception desk.
"Good morning!" she said in an unusually high voice. She wore a long
sleeved, silken white blouse and had long curls of blonde hair. "I'm
Linda. What can I help you with?"
"James," he greeted. "I'm here for the administrative assistant job..."
"Oh the secretary position!" Linda gasped. "Of course! Right this way."
James was led down a long hallway, white and shining as the foyer. As he
went he passed cubicle farms, where he saw hundreds of women typing out
their work. Almost all were dressed similarly to Linda, and many eyed
James out of the corner of their eye, a little curious.
James let out a light cough. "Quite a strict dress code here..."
"Oh, it's nothing," Linda said. Now that she had escaped the desk James
could see she wore a long pencil skirt down to her calves that forced her
to sway her hips as she moved, and on her feet had black court shoes with
high stiletto heels to constrict her even further. "This is industry
practice. We mainly train secretaries here for other companies and ship
them off over the months."
They arrived at a dark, double mahogany door, behind which a man was
waiting for them at his desk. He was dressed in a smart business suit,
and had a chiseled jawline and a wavy cap of black hair.
"Ah, James is it? I'm Adam," The man said, and shooed Linda away with a
gesture. The secretary sighed and left, swaying her hips as she went.
On the desk were two drinks, what looked like a coke for Adam and a
strange, green shake for James. At Adam's gesture, James began to drink
his, found it lemony. It made his vision blur a moment.
"Now James," the man said, offering him a seat. "I'm willing to accept
you immediately, as your resume has informed us of your previous work,
but just for the sake of it, do you tick any diversity boxes? We are
looking to improve our quota."
"None, I'm afraid," James said. "I'm just a straight white guy."
Adam laughed. "Yes, yes, well that's all well and good. Let me show you
to your office and sleeping quarters..."
As discussed in an email the week before, James" new position came with
in-house accommodation. They were small rooms, with the basic
necessities, a bed, toilet and sink, plus a luxurious TV, all situated
just underneath the ground floor. It came with a slightly dank smell,
like a subterranean bunker.
When his tour was completed, James was taken to his desk, right inside
and directly left of Adam's desk. It was strange when he went to lunch
break, being around so many women, who spoke in such high tones and wore
the same strange, but elegant uniform. His first day went by quite
quickly, and soon he was retiring to his sleeping bunker, and was served
dinner by another woman, dressed identical to Linda, showing off her hips
as she left him with the dinner tray, that long black skirt and white,
frilly blouse.
The moment James was asleep, a strange murmuring sound could be heard
over the PA system, very close to his bed, hypnotising him with horribly
sexual and homoerotic thoughts, commands his conscious mind would
immediately reject. He had very weird, erotic dreams that night, so
arousing a small tent jerked up in his pants, and he tried to shrink it
down in embarrassment.
The next day was not as simple.
He was awoken by the eerie sound of the Television, at around 7AM , right
beside his bunker. It was an old ladies etiquette lesson, and James could
not take his eyes off the screen. How a lady was supposed to sit in
ladylike fashion, walk and talk so as to never appear unseemly.
When James checked the clock again it was 9 o'clock. He was going to be
late!
He scrambled to get dressed, but couldn't find his clothes, couldn't find
anything, until Linda walked into his bedroom, eyeing him in his
underwear.
"Linda!" he said, not questioning her entrance. "I can't find my clothes,
and I'm late!"
Linda giggled, that high, ladylike laugh. "Well of course, silly! We hid
them. Today's a special occasion-opposite clothes day! Everyone dresses
up as the opposite gender."
James raised a brow, trying to forget that she had gone through his
wardrobe. Linda was still in her creamy blouse and skirt and heels. "Then
what about you?"
"Oh, it's not for me, dear, it's for new initiates. That means you!"
"What? But I'm not..." Then a weird feeling came over James, some unknown
emotion that was strange and dark and crushing, and he swallowed his
objection. "Of course, what do I need to do?"
So James found himself taken to a special makeup room, on the same floor
as his bunker, all mirrors and leather seats, where he spent over one
hour. It did not seem like they were setting him up for just one day,
with the amount of effort they put into perfecting his face, the
foundation and bronzor, the fake eyelashes, that long auburn brown wig
that took minutes to get on him, and reached past his shoulders.
Next came the clothes. Linda handed him a cardboard box, and asked James
to change in front of her. He was about to object, when the same strange
feeling came over him, and he began to obey.
When James had opened the box he found a collage of black and white
items. First were the shiny white panties and bra, made of a soft satin
that crawled up James" legs, then a simple black pencil skirt down to his
knees. A white long-sleeved governess blouse was then brought out, along
with a pair of black court shoes, with a three inch heel.
He tried posing in front of the mirror, with his hands poised around his
torso, like he had seen the ladies do on the Television that morning.
Nice and ladylike, elegant and refined. Everything looked perfect, he
couldn't believe he had ever acted differently.
"Oh you look wonderful!" Linda said. "Now, I can't call you James when
you look like that, can I dear?"
"Of course not," he said, still dazed, eyeing this creature reflected in
the mirror. Whoever it was swayed so seductively, the skirt and blouse
highlighting her curves so well
"Then what should your name be today?" Linda asked.
"Melody," James said before he realised the words he'd spoken.
"Excellent! Well Melody, you'd best be off for work, Adam needs you
quickly!"
And so James did, still adjusting to the name Melody, and wondering how
he had agreed to this in the first place. It didn't matter. She had work
to do.
So Melody sauntered up to her bosses' office, still adjusting to the
heels and the restrictive nature of walking in a skirt. It only came down
to her knees, but Melody felt like her thighs were chained to the cloth.
By the time she was in front of his desk, it was past eleven.
"What on earth do you think you're doing in my office so late?" Adam half
yelled, still in his regular business suit. Melody had the decency and
tilt her head down submissively and look ashamed.
"I'm sorry, Adam..."
"You will call me Sir when you make a screw up this big."
"I'm sorry Sir," Melody began again. "But Linda was fixing me up for
"opposite clothes day" and my wardrobe was taken and all this dressing
ate into my time..."
"What name did you pick for today?" Adam interrupted.
"Melody, Sir."
"Well Melody, regardless of the circumstances, you are late, tremendously
late. I cannot let this failure happen again."
"Of course not, Sir."
"But you have been dressed and made up immaculately, I suppose I should
be lenient. Hold your hands out in front of you."
Melody obeyed, and soon Adam had left his desk, and had pulled out from
under it a long coil of rope. He wound it around Melody's satin wrists,
looping it many times until properly cinching it and pinning her hands
together. Melody lowered her hands, and found they rested at the top of
her skirt, like the elegant ladies from Television again. Her lady-cock
stiffened.
"Rope is our most common disciplinary instrument, so I would think twice
about being late for my office again."
Melody agreed, and sat back down at her desk. It was difficult to type
and do her work with her wrists bound so tightly in front of her, but she
managed at a steady pace, and soon the day faded away and it was time for
shift to end.
"Melody," Adam called out before she could leave. "Come over here."
Melody obeyed, found it disturbing she had forgot to ask to be untied.
"Yes Sir?"
"You did well today," he said, untying her satin-bound wrists. "Despite
the early hiccups. Congratulations! Would you like a drink?"
Melody nodded, was handed a large goblet with that same green liquid that
tasted of lemon. "Uh, Sir? What is this?" she said hesitant.
"It's just an after work shout," he said, "to keep you my nice little
secretary. Understand?"
"Of course Sir," Melody said, and drank the whole thing.
That night, after dinner was served in her room, she continued to watch
Television, all the lovely, precious ways ladies organised themselves.
Why didn't she know these ways of sitting and speaking? She tried to
remember how she had come here to begin with, remembered something about
opposites, then forgot it a moment later. Everything after work was
always a little blurry.
Then, all of a sudden, there was a knock at the door, and Linda came in,
looking apologetic.
"Hi Melody," she said, hands clasped behind her, holding something. "How
are you doing?"
"Excellent!" Melody said. "Today was a wonderful day of work! Are you
alright Linda?"
"I'm really sorry," she began. "Adam has decided that your lateness
today, which I so stupidly caused, needs to be punished further," she
brought out the rope from behind her back. "He wants you tied up, arms
behind, every night and morning for the rest of this week."
Melody gasped. "Oh! Well I suppose if Adam wants it it's reasonable, and
it will help me learn my lesson."
Linda held back tears. "Oh, thank you for being so understanding Melody.
Here, these should reduce any chafing." Linda held something in her other
hand. They were gloves, white and made of something similar to satin, and
when Melody put them on, they came all the way up past her elbows, and
wrapped her skin in a delicious, soft coating.
Melody put her arms behind her back. In a second Linda was wrapping knots
around the silky cuffs of her blouse, patiently, slowly tightening the
loops so her wrists were bound and pinned cleanly.
"He also wants your ankles together," Linda said. "I'm sorry if this is
too much for you."
"It's okay," Melody said, clacking her heels together obediently. "I can
take it."
So soon her ankles were bound in a similar position, with chords wrapping
around the bottom of her heels to fix them in place. Then Linda eased her
onto her bed, tucked her in under the sheets, and thanked her for her
cooperation.
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