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Friday at noon i waited as a black sedan pulled up to the curb driven by a middle age lady who rolled the window down and asked if i was waiting for a ride to an interview. I nodded yes and she told me to get in. Her big brown leather bag was on the passenger seat and she told me to hold it as we pulled away from the curb. After a few minutes i asked where we were going and she just ignored me so i asked again. "Its not important where we are going, just relax and enjoy the scenery. I know where to take you." "Can you tell me anything about Virginia and what kind of job i'm being interviewed for." "Your an inquisitive guy aren't you. The boss will answer your questions soon enough." "The boss ???" "Yes, the boss.....that's what we call her, sort of a nickname. And her given name is really Mary Jane but she changed it years ago when she graduated college and went into publishing. Mary Jane was too soft a name to go up against the male dominated business group. So she became Vitginia Britt. Personally i like Mary Jane but i would never call her that, she hates it. But i'm sure you will not address her as Mary Jane Britt." "Well i'll address her as Virginia as she introduced herself when we met." "And furthermore i suggest you be very careful in any discussions or conversations with her She can spot a phony in a heartbeat." "Can you tell me what her plans are for this weekend and why a 3 day interview staying in her house?" "All i can tell you is it's time to shut your mouth, no more talking, understand?" After about an hour out in the country we pulled into a long driveway up to a large 3 story old colonial home with a 2 car garage on both sides of the house, definitely a big money property. As she opened the garage door and pulled in i saw a big black Buick in the next stall, a fairly new Buick at that. As i got out of the car she told me to carry her purse into the house and she took me right into Virginia's office, a large room very richly decorated. Virginia was on the phone and pointed to a heavy oak highback wooden chair besides her desk. The lady that drove me here took her purse from me and left the room. In a few minutes Virginia hung up the phone, looked at me with a tight smile and spoke in a very business voice. "Welcome to my home. I'm glad you came but frankly i knew you would. I hope Bridget made the trip comfortable for you. By the way, Bridget is one of my secretaries and Nicole is the other but you will meet both of them formally later. As i told you i plan to interview you between now and monday morning, at which time i will either offer you a contract or you will refuse to come with me. However, anytime during this 3 day period you feel this is not what you want, just speak up and we will end the interview and you can leave. But i hope it won't come to that. You see i am very interested in your becoming my personal assistant and you do meet all my criteria so far. So think positive as i test you skills and endurance and your attitude for what i want and expect from you. Any questions you may have will be addressed as we go. Now for starters, at any time you must address me you will address me as MISS BRITT. I will do the talking, you will answer any questions or instructions as YES MISS BRITT or NO MISS BRITT. If i ask you a question that requires a lengthy answer you will begin by saying MISS BRITT and go on with your response to me. For now i want you to sit on the love seat and read this contract. If you have a question or comment just speak up......but address me properly. And there will be no smoking or alcohol in my home at any time. I will not tolerate disrespect, lateness, disloyalty, disobedience, ignorance and failure to obey me. It's all spelled out in the contract. Now, sit and read." After reading the contract i handed it back to her. She asked if i had any questions and i answered no.....which got me a sharp slap in the face. "Did i not tell you how to address me ?" "Yes Miss Britt . "Fine. Do not make that mistake again or you will pay dearly. Understand me ?" Yes Miss Britt." "Now come with me and we'll get started." She took me upstairs to a very feminine bedroom, closing the door as we entered. "Now listen carefully, remove all your clothes and put them in the closet....NOW!" As i did she watched me carefully until i was naked. "Turn around let me look at you. Hhhmmmmm, you'll do in this area. Until i come for you i want you to shower. There's a robe on the bathroom door, put it on, nothing else. Relax and read if you care to. If this works out and i employ you, reading will be a major part of your duties." With that she left the room and i heard the door lock. I showered, put on the black satin robe which excited me and looked arond the bedroom . The dressers were full of ladies undergarments from panties to full body corsets, scarves, gloves, etc. The closet was full of dresses, shoes, purses, scarves. There was a small cabinet in the closet that contained jewelry. So i thought this room had to be some ladies bedroom.....not thinking it would eventually be mine. As i sat in a big easy chair i noticed all the magazines were womens magazines. So i did not read, no interest in womens magazines. After awhile i heard the door unlock and Miss Britt came in looked at me and spoke, "Why aren't you reading dear? Did i not tell you to read ?" "I don't read womens magazines." Again another hard slap in the face. "I see you still do not address me correctly. I SUPPOSE PUNISHMENT IS IN ORDER! Stand up, put your hands behind your back " I felt a silk scarf tying my hands very tight then a second scarf doubling the tying of my hands. Then as i watched, she grabbed a couple pair of panties from a hamper in the bathroom and ordered me to open my mouth as she shoved them in until my mouth was bulging, followed by a nylon stocking pulled down over my head sealing the panties in my mouth. Now i began to wonder just what i've gotten into. "Get on your knees NOW! I see no choice but to punish you until you learn to address me correctly. i didn't plan on punishment this early but so be it." As i knelt i felt her tying my legs at the ankles with another scarf, then she picked up one of the magazines, folded it over and began slapping my face without saying a word. She kept it up for a long period, occasionally sitting in the chair holding the magazine against her breast, telling me to crawl to her and the slapping continued. Finally she put the magazine down, took the stocking off my head and took the panties out of my mouth. "Now my dear, how do you address me ?" "Miss Britt." "Say it again until i tell you to stop." For the next 10 minutes or so, i just kept repeating Miss Britt.........until she told me to stop. Then the panties went back in my mouth and the nylon back over my head and she left the room again locking the door behind her. I knelt there not knowing what to do or what was coming next. By now it was getting dark outside as the door opened and Miss Britt came in, untied me, took the gag out of my mouth as if nothing ever happened, told me to follow her downstairs into the kitchen where i saw 2 salads and 2 glasses of wine. She told me if i were hired i would eat and drink as she did, told me she loved to cook and prepare food and usually spent sunday afternoon in the kitchen trying receipes from the various magazines she reads. After dinner and cleanup, she took me back upstairs to the same bedroom. "Do you sleep in pajamas dear ?" "No Miss Britt, I srespondingleep naked." "Not in my house dear, get a pair of pajamas out of the dresser and put them on. I'll be right back. And get a silk pair, white ones." When she returned i was dressed and the silk feeling had my cock responding which she noticed. "Well, i see your feminine side is very strong isn't it. I suppose i'll have to do something about that if i employ you. But i do like a man with a strong feminine side. Much easier to train and transform. Don't you agree dear ?" "Yes Miss Britt." "Hhhmmm, i see my punishment was well worth my effort, don't you agree dear? "Yes Miss Britt." Upon her return to the bedroom she was carrying a large black patent bucket style shoulder bag which she had placed on the bed. "Now my dear, being you are a stranger in my home i will have to restrain you for the night. I'm sure you understand my point. We both will sleep better knowing you are under my power and helpless. Now, on your knees facing the bed." I watched as she took a black patent device out of the bag and walked behind me pacing this device around my neck and buckling it snug but not too tight. Then i realized what it was, a locking 2" wide collar with cuffs built in to both sides with about a 3" length of chain as she took my hands and locked each one into the cuffs. Then she picked up the big bucket bag, disconnected the shoulder strap from one side, pulled the bag down over my head, wrapped the strap around my neck twice and rehooked it to the bag. There was no way i would be able to get it off me. She told me to sit on the bed and i felt ropes around my ankles tighten up. "Now my dear, lay back and get into a comfortable position while i tie your legs to the bottom of the bed. I don't want you falling out of bed tonite. I saw this bondage collar on my last trip to London and it caught my eye along with a few other items and knowing i was going to hire a personal assistant i thought it would come in handy.....and it did. It not only keeps you restrained and helpless but in your case it will prevent you from playing with yourself as i noticed you get very excited. Do my clothes excite you or is it being tied up and controlled by a woman?" "Miss Britt i'm not really sure at his point. You are an exciting woman." "Hhhmmmm, flattery will get you nowhere my dear. Nite." And with that she was out the door, locking the door behind her. Now i lay there thinking did i get in over my head....why is she calling me dear....does she have a hatred of men and why is she continuing saying she may employ me. I thought this interview was a sure thing to get this job but now.....doubt. Then i thought about the salary and benefits and decided i was going to get this job no matter what i had to do or what she could dish out to me. Then it was off to sleep. Sat morning at 6am, the door opened and i felt her untying me from the bed. "Get up dear, let me free you from your helplessness. I want you to shave, shower and do your bathroom things you men do, but no playing around because i will know it and i will not tolerate it, understand me dear ?" "Yes Miss Britt." "I will lay out some things for you to wear after your done with your morning duties. Come downstairs to the kitchen and we'll have breakfast. Today's going to be a long hard day for you and it will not be fun for you dear." As i finished my bathroom duties, i found a high waist panty girdle, long silk slip, open toe patent slippers and elbow length satin gloves on the bed. When i dressed and went down into the kitchen Miss Britt was sitting at the breakfast bar having a cup of tea. She was fully dressed, makeup, jewelry, etc. "I have a pretty simple breakfast and you will too. Toasted english muffin with butter, a cup of tea and a small fruit dish. You will see i am not a heavy eater." After breakfast we went into her office where she had me lift the slip up around my neck, pulled my hands behind my back and tied them very tight. Then another rope went around my upper arms just above my elbows and when she pulled it tight it pulled my arms back and forced my chest out. She pulled the slip down over my body and smoothed it to suit her. It did fit tight but now tighter with my arms tied as they were. Pointing to a large old oak highback chair, she motioned me to sit as she tied my legs together and pulled the rope back under the chair tying it to the chair back. Another rope was wrapped around my chest and the chairback tying me to the chair some more. She stood in front of me, arms crossed in front of her pushing her large breast up and spoke. "Now my dear, i need to see how much you can endure. And i want silence. This is your first test but will not be your last. And i'm going to test your endurance if it takes all day." I watched as she picked up a large thick magazine off her desk, folded it over and began slapping my face back and forth lightly at first but increasing the slaps until i cried out in pain. "Oh my, i told you silence didn't i ?" 'Yes Miss Britt but it hurts." "It's meant to hurt. Don't you know what endurance means ?" "Yes Miss Britt." "Well if you can't be silent then i'll silence you." She started ripping pages out of the magazine, crumbling them up and forcing them in my mouth until i could take no more......my mouth jammed tight. A scarf around my mouth sealed it shut. Then the beating began again only much harder this time. All the time she was slapping me she just glared at me with a facial expression that let me know she was furious. Finally she stopped and sat at her desk now ignoring me as if i wasn't even there. This went on all morning. At one point she blindfolded me with a scarf, now i couldn't even see when the slap was coming. Finally she stopped and allowed me to rest for a moment, then untied me from the chair but did not untie my wrist and arms under the slip, took the blindfold and gag off and took me into the kitchen where i saw 2 glasses of something she made with straws in each. "It's lunch time dear, and you don't need your hands so drink as you please. It's a special health drink i found in a magazine. And you will drink it all." During this short lunch break she made small talk again. I was beginning to wonder how her mood changed so quickly then, "Ok my dear, into the living room, on the floor on your stomach. I must test your ability to obey me and i expect a better result than your endurance test. And i say again...SILENCE will prevail......or else." As i entered the living room i saw a coil of new white rope on the coffee table with a pile of magazines. She tied my legs at the ankles very tight then, "Now my dear, i want you to go into my office and bring me the Ladies Home Journal magazine on my desk. There are 2 copies, bring me the current issue. I will allow you 10 minutes to complete my command." So i began crawling as fast as i could but being tied up as i was crawling was not easy. I managed to get to her desk, had a difficult time getting on my knees, found the magazine she wanted, got it into my mouth where i could bite down on it. and crawled back into the living room as she sat on the sofa watching me. As i approached her she told me to put the magazine in her lap and i managed to do that. She browsed through it and looked at me with a hard look, "This is not the one i wanted, take it back and get the other one and be quick about it." She threw the magazine on the floor and i managed to get it into my mouth again then back to her office. As i began crawling again i heard, "You have 8 minutes to complete my command." Of course i failed in that time limit also. After she browsed through that magazine again she threw it on floor. "Take this magazine back to my office and stay there. I want to see you on the floor besides my desk, now get a move on." It wasn't very long she came in with rope in her hand. She found a thin magazine, rolled it up and stood over me, "Open your mouth as wide as you can, and hold this magazine tight with your teeth." She knelt down and i felt the rope on the back of my neck, coming around both sides of my face as she looped it around the magazine and when she pulled it tight the magazine went deep into my mouth instantly causing my jaw to start aching. She tied it off then ran the rope to my ankle binding and pulled my legs up to touch my back forcing my head up into a very uncomfortable and painful position. "Now my dear, you disobeyed my command and i will not tolerate disobedience of any kind. So you leave me no choice but to punish you. Just lie there and think of what you forced me to do to you. You know i can be very harsh in punishment, but i assure you this is mild. Your fortunate i'm in a good mood or you would really suffer my wrath." With that she left the room. After about a very agonizing and painful hour or so, she returned and took the magazine gag off me, and allowed me to stretch my legs. She told me to crawl into the kitchen and wait on the floor. When she came in, she untied my legs and told me to sit for lunch. Lunch was a liquid drink she made and i drank it through a straw, no need to untie my hands. After lunch it was back to crawling around trying to obey her commands, and being tied up in various ways to suit her. This went on until about 6pm, then she had me stand up, pulled the slip up around my neck and untied my hands and arms, pulling the slip back down as i slipped my arms through the armholes.Then it was a light dinner followed by a glass of wine. Some smalltalk and watching tv then bedtime. As before i was restrained and put to bed, lights out and door locked. Time to think again................. Sunday morning at 6am, she came in and untied me telling me to do my bathroom duties, put on a pair of panties and her robe and come down for breakfast. When i did come down she was already fully dressed, makeup and hair done. After breakfast we went back up to my bedroom and she spoke, "Now my dear, today is going to be the day i see what kind of woman you are I know you have a strong feminine side and that's a plus for you. I will dress you as i want to see you. I expect full compliance with my commands." She had me put on a pair of dark pantyhose to hide the hair on my legs, full long leg corset, packed the bra cups with balled up silk slips which excited me as the soft silk rubbed against my nipples and she noticed that, took me to her bedroom and sat me at her vanity desk, back to the mirror. She then began applying full facial makeup to me including false eyelashes. After the makeup, she went into her closet and got a black wig and put that on me combing it out a bit. The hair went down just over my shoulders. Another trip to her closet and she came out with a beige very fancy satin dress and had me step into it, pulled it up and fastened the zipper up the back. She then had me stand up as she looked me over. "My my, you do look good in that dress. I bought that in London on my last trip but the first time i put it on i just did not like it at all. But it looks very good on you. Now, i want you to go to the big closet, pick out a pair of heels and a matching bag, put the heels on and walk back here so i can see how you handle high heels." I did so selecting a pair of brown patent croc skin shoes with a matching large clutch bag and walked back to her bedroom as she watched. "Well, you certainly have good taste. The shoes and bag match the dress perfectly. I'm impressed. Have you worn heels before ?" "No Miss Britt'. "Are they comfortable on you?" "No Miss Britt, they're tight." "Well, not to worry, they will loosen up as you wear them. And for your information my dear, you are wearing a $2200.00 pair of shoes, carrying a $1650.00 bag and wearing a $3000.00 dress. Take very good care of them. Today i will test your ability to transform yourself into a young lady. I assure you it will not be as harsh as yesterday unless you provoke me into punishing you. I will have you changing outfits as the day goes on, some you will choose yourself so i can see how well your taste in clothes is. Now sit while i put some jewelry on you."silk blouse, very lacey She selected a pair of gold long dangling earrings, a heavy gold chain necklace, bracelets on both arms and an ankle bracelet. Then she allowed me to look at myself in the vanity mirror and the wall mirror. I COULD HARDLY BELIEVE WHAT I SAW ! And i could tell she was pleased. Then it was downstairs and my female day began. She had me model for her, walking around, sitting, standing, posing at her direction. She picked up a Vogue magazine and leafed through it handing it to me. "I want you to go page by page, every page that has a model posing, i want you to show me then copy the pose. Let your feminine side of your brain work for you." For the next 2 hours i went through 33 fashion magazines posing for her and when not striking a pose, constantly moving about. Then she told me to go up and change. "My dear, go up and change your outfit. Put the dress back in my closet along with the shoes and purse. Go to the big closet and select a skirt and blouse outfit with matching shoes and bag. You have 15 minutes, now go." I found a maroon skirt, below the knee style, a matching light pink blouse, very lacy and fancy, high neckline and mid length sleeves, a pair of red patent shoes with a matching handbag. When i looked at myself in the mirror i thought i looked pretty good and went downstairs knowing i completed the change in the time she allowed me. As i walked into the living room i heard......in a somewhat bold voice, "Oh lord. Did you look at yourself before you came down ?" "Yes Miss Britt" "The skirt and blouse are good, shoes and bag not good. And a critical piece of your outfit is missing. Go back up and correct your mistake and do it in 7 minutes." I went back upstairs, looked in the mirror again, still thought i looked good but not to her. So i found a pair of white patent shoes with a matching white patent handbag and again looked in the mirror. Then it hit me, no belt. On the hanging rack i found a white patent very wide belt and put it on. Now i was ready to present myself again, downstairs i went. "Well, that's better. I would have gone with black but the white works with your outfit. Model for me dear." In a few minutes the phone rang and as she answered it she motioned for me to continue modelling. "Hello......well good morning Margret.....i'm fine and you.....oh my, i did forget.......no by all means i want to lunch today......i'm interviewing a young lady but i'll make her comfortable while we lunch......yes dear, i am getting a little forgetful but i'm also getting older as we both know.....2pm is fine.....oh no my guest will not be with me but she will stay here as comfortable as i can make her........fine dear, see you at 2. That was my oldest and dearest friend a friend i would die for. As you can see i need a personal assistant to cover my back. "I know i have this on my daily must do page but forgetting to check that page every morning is not good as this call proved. Now, pick up the Bazaar magazine and continue modelling for me. While i was modelling, she went into the office and returned with a handful of rope, telling me to go up and bring the patent bag to her, the bag she had my head in for sleeping. When i returned and handed her the bag i heard, "I am going to have to put you away for awhile, turn around, hands behind you. I'll try to make you comfortable as i can." As she tied my hands both at the wrist and upper arms, pulling the rope very tight causing my chest to push out, then placed the bag over my head securing it with the strap wrapped around my neck, took me by the arm and guided me into the very small and tight coat closet, tied my legs at the ankles and above the knee. "I hope your comfortable dear, you can make all the noise you want, no one will hear you in here. Until i return, let your feminine mind work. I won't be long." Before she put my head in her bag i was able to see her grandfather clock, it was 145pm. After she released me it was 420pm. When she released me she told me there was a seafood platter on the dining table, to have an early dinner since i missed lunch. As i ate she milled around the house doing numerous things. After dinner and i cleaned up, "Now my dear, go up and change into evening wear. There are about 12 items in the big closet that are just for evenings. You have 15 minutes." When i undressed i began going through the clothes on both racks not really knowing what evening wear was but after looking at all those fashion magazines all day i took a guess and picked a long gown, gray silk, high neckline, long fluffy sleeves that were split down the arm. It was easy to put on, no zipper up the back. I found a pair of high heels in gray patent and an envelope style clutch bag to match. When i entered the living room, Miss Britt was sitting on the loveseat arms folded across her chest, legs crossed with the right leg swinging back and forth. The look on her face said it all, "Oh my lord, that's my best evening gown and you look great in it. And the shoes and bag were bought just for that gown. Model for me dear. I can't believe you chose that gown. I'm really getting to know your feminine side and i like it." After about an hour of modelling she told me to go up change into a day dress, no shoes or bag. "Select a colorful dress and call me when your dressed, you won't need shoes or a purse." Looking through her big closet clothes racks i found a white flowered and very colorful dress. When i called her she came up the stairs carrying the patent bucket bag, threw it on the bed and told me to kneel as she locked me into the collar and cuff device. "I'm putting you to bed early tonite. I need private time to analyze these past 2 days to make a decision on you. And i decided to put you to bed fully dressed and full makeup. We women do not sleep in makeup but i want you to experience full makeup all night, now pucker up." She applied another full coat of lipstick, bent down and gave me a kiss on my forehead, then put the bag over my head again securing it with the strap around my neck again. When she put me into bed she did not tie my ankles or tie me down to the bed. Lights out, door closed and locked and i had a long time to think of what went on these 2 days before i fell asleep. At 6am, she came in, took the bag off my head, freed my hands and neck. She had me kneel again and took the bag off my head, removed the collar and tied my hands behind my back with a pair of pantyhose....tying them very tight and secure. "I have 1 more test to do and this is a very important test. I need to see just how far you trust me and that will also tell me how deep your loyalty to me will be. "She went into a dresser drawer and pulled out a clear plastic bag with drawstrings in it. Looking at me she began pulling the bag down over my head very slowly and i began to worry about what her intentions were. As she got the bag down to my neck and it fit very close, she slowly began tightening the drawstrings as my breathing became more difficult. We remained eye to eye as she suddenly tightened the drawstrings cutting off all my air as the bag quickly sucked tight against my face. Then as quick as she tightened it she loosened it and pulled it off my head. "Breath easy dear....don't panic. I needed to see how you reacted. Were you afraid i was going to kill you ?" 'No Miss Britt, i was not thinking of anything like that. Besides if your plan was to kill me you certainly wouldn't have waited until now. But i was scared when you began pulling the bag over me head." "Well, you passed this test. Undress and clean yourself up, there's a jar of cold cream under the sink. When your finished dress yourself in your clothes and come down for breakfast and a discussion. Make sure you get all your makeup off." As i entered the kitchen she was making breakfast. "Lets go over what went on the past 2 days. You met my requirements for endurance, frankly you surpassed my requirements. You also met my requirement for obedience but failed in performing my commands in the time i allowed you. I will overlook that because as i watched you crawling around as tightly tied up as i had you i saw a level of determination that impressed me. Yesterday as you spent the day as a woman i liked almost everything, your taste in clothes, shoes and bags and i know my shoes were tight on you but you never let your pain and discomfort show. I liked how quickly you adapted to modelling for me and how well you copied the models in the magazines. I also liked how well you read the stories and articles to me. I did not like how you walked, too masculine but that can be corrected with training. I liked how you sat as i was, proper way for a woman to sit. You carried your bags properly also. I like the way you look in full makeup and wig. So i have decided to offer you the position effective the moment you sign the contract." She took the contract out of her bag and handed it to me and i signed without hesitation which brought a smile to her lips. Then she handed me another document, basically swearing me to secrecy of all thing related to her and her business activities. I signed that also. As she put the documents into an envelope and wrote the name Kim on it, sealed it and put it back in her purse. "Now my dear.....you are my personal property. I own you body and soul and soon i will take full possession of all of you. I will have Bridget take you into town. I'm giving you 7 days to settle your personal affairs. Next monday at 9am Bridget will pick you pick you up at the bridal shop where she will drop you today. Bring nothing with you but the cloth your wearing. Do you need any money for anything ? "No Miss Britt, i'm okay on money." Reaching into her purse again she pulled out a pair of pink panties, the old bloomer style. "Go into the bathroom and put these on. Throw your underwear away, you won't be wearing them anymore. And be wearing these when you return next week. I suggest you buy some fashion magazines and study them in your free time. Bring them with you next week an, study the makeup and jewelry ads.d i will reimburse your cost. And also buy 2 bridal magazines and study the makeup, jewelry and bridesmaids gowns." We heard Bridget come in and Miss Britt called her into the kitchen, "Bridget dear, be the first to meet my new very personal assistant. I want you to take him....or should i say HER into town, drop her a the bridal shop and on your way back drop this envelope at my attorneys office. And no conversation period." On the ride back into town, i tried asking Bridget a few questions which she totally ignored until i heard. "You better just shut up, I'M SURE YOU DON'T WANT ME TELLING THE BOSS YOU WERE PUMPING ME FOR INFORMATION !. I can assure you'll pay a heavy price for violating her rules." to be continued......