Miss Britts Personal Assistant Bitch Part 9 The End
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The following monday at 9am i stood in front of the bridal shop as
Bridget pulled up in a Cadillac suv, black with blacked out windows. As
i got in i heard, "No talking, just enjoy the ride," and she turned up
the volume on the radio. W in to meet mehen we arrived at Miss Britts
house we went directly into her office and she called Nicole in to meet
me.
Nicole was a clone of Miss Britt, tall, little overweight, single,
dedicated career girl, hardly laughed, hardly even smiles. No nonsense
type lady.
Bridget was a happily married lady raising 3 girls, 2 in college 1
still in high school. She always seemed to be happy, laughed a lot,
always with a smile, great personality dealing with people. She would
eventually become a friend.
As the ladies sat down on the sofa Miss Britt spoke, "Ladies, i want
you to meet my new very personal assistant, Lisa. (first time i heard
that and surprised at that). Lisa is now part of our family. She will
be working in my office besides me. For the next 4 days i would like
you two to start at 7am. Bridget, you will do Lisas makeup and hair,
Nicole will do wardrobe.I want Lisa to be able to go it on her own a
week from today which means you both have a lot to do. Bridget dear,
as you do makeup on Lisa teach her to do her own as she will have to
next monday..And you Lisa will let your hair grow out and your nails
also until i decide otherwise. For the time being Bridget, i want Lisa
wearing my wigs. Nicole, i want Lisa to wear a full body corset
everyday. I'm sure you know what i mean dear Teach her to coordinate
her outfits with proper accessories, to dress properly, high heels
daily. A week from today Lisa will be on her own and that also means
you both teach her what we do as she will begin working with us. You
have 4 days ladies and i know you can do it."
With that said the three of them conducted their monday meeting then
the ladies went to their offices.
"Now Lisa, come with me."
I followed her up to the bedroom she had me in for the interview and
she told me this was now my room. She had me strip and was pleased to
see i was wearing her bloomer panties.
"I'm glad you obeyed my command. Take them off and throw them in your
hamper. Put on a clean pair and get a high waist panty girdle on
also."
Then she took me up into the attic . The attic was the length of the
house, both walls loaded with clothes, bags, coats, etc. One wall was
just shelves of shoes,boots even 2 pair of white go-go boots. there
were 3 dressers also loaded with various items.
"As you can see Lisa, i do not discard anything. Your looking at
clothes going back to my college days. I just worked too hard over the
years to throw anything away.
At 1 end of the attic there was a sofa bed, 2 end tables, 1 with an old
fashioned lamp and some magazines, the other with a record player and
albums of classical music. We sat on the sofa and she spoke,
"Since i own you i think i should tell you a little about myself. I was
born outside of London. Went to school in London where i met Margret
who was 1 of my teachers. She is older than i but we became very close
as i viewed her as my older sister i never had. I came to the states to
attend college and stayed here afterwards, getting a position on
Madison Ave in NYC. I majored in journalism, magazine publishing to be
exact. Married right out of college, lasted 6 years and called it
quits. My career goals were not accepted by my husband, divorce was
friendly, haven't seen each other in over 20 years. No children
involved. In my early days i was up against a male dominated industry.
Couldn't believe womens magazines were being published by men, stupid
men at that. After 7 years i decided to go it alone and with the
connections i developed around the world, i struck out and started my
own business. Bridget was the first lady hired because she was my
hairdresser and always impressed me as being capable of more. A year
later i hired Nicole fresh out of college with a degree in fashion
advertising. I owe my success to both of them. What you see here
today is many years of very hard work but as i look back well worth it.
I am very successful both financially and personally. For whatever
reason i guess i became a hoarder as you can see i discard nothing.
The ladies kid me about it once in awhile and i always tell them after
i die they can dispose of it all. And that's all you need to know
now. So getting back to business. I have a project for you today, a
project i have been putting off for years. And i will dress you
accordingly because it will be a little messy."
She began going through the clothes racks and found a pair of old bib
style womens jeans and a short halter top. As i put them on, she found
a pair of old ladies sneakers and a leather turban style hat. Looking
at me she remarked,
"Oh lord i can't believe i wore that stuff in my college years. Well,
come with me dear."
We went down to the basement and it looked like a tornado hit it. At
the bottom of the stairs she stopped, put her hands on her hips looking
around.
"I want this place cleaned and organized. All those boxes of old
magazines (there had to be 20 or more of large boxes full of magazines)
must be organized. You will clean off the shelves on both walls, put
all the stuff over in the corner, get a bucket of water and some rags,
wipe each shelf clean, unpack each box and organize them as i want. On
1 shelf i want all the Ladies Home Journals, another shelf McCalls,
next shelf Seventeen, etc. There is a list of magazines i want
organized on the table. Any magazines not on the list just stack on
the table for now. And stack each title by year and month, spines out
so i can read them if i need to get a back issue. I believe you'll
find magazines going back 15 years or so. I will allow you 2 hours to
complete this task."
With that said she went back upstairs as i looked around thinking this
would be a piece of cake. How wrong i was. This turned out to be a
nightmare. I began sorting out the magazines and quickly realized i
had a very difficult task on my hands and it would take more than 2
hours to get this done. After the 2 hour period Miss Britt came down,
stood at the bottom of the steps with her hands on her hips looking
very annoyed, . Well keep working and call me when your done and
remain here until i come down."
With that she went back up stairs slamming the door behind her. About
2 hours later i finally finished and called up to her then sat on the
only chair in the basement. It took her about another hour to come
down, walking around inspecting my work,
"It looks like you did a good job exactly as i wanted things but just
too much time. For that i have no choice but to discipline you. I
think saturday will be your punishment day when no one is here but you
and i. And don't worry, i'll be gentle with you, but you must learn i
will not tolerate disobedience or failure. Now, go to your room,
shower and clean up and come to dinner. There's clothes on the bed i
want you to wear. Throw those old things in your hamper."
As i got to what was now my room, i saw a pair of panties, a pantie
girdle, a black silk Japanese kimono and matching slippers on the bed.
When i came down for dinner Miss Britt just looked me over,
"My my, you look good in that thing. I bought it on a trip to the
orient but i never liked it. At least now it'll get used
occasionally."
After dinner we sat in the living room with a glass of wine making
small talk as she kept driving her point home about obeying her
commands and the time limits she sets. Then it was bedtime. We went to
my room and she told me to stay dressed as she went to her room
returning with a black patent bucket style shoulder bag she placed on
the bed.
"Now my dear, as we are alone and i really don't know much about you
yet, i must restrain you to sleep so i can be assured you don't let
your male mind get you in trouble. I remind you again, let your
feminine side take control of your mind and you'll find things much
better for you. On your knees."
As i knelt i saw her take a black patent device out of the bag, which
was actually a locking collar with a wrist cuff on each side. She put
the collar around my neck, it was about 3 inches wide, locked it on,
took each hand and locked them into the cuffs allowing a very short
chain to keep my hands in place. Then she picked up the bag and slowly
pulled it down over my head, wrapping the shoulder strap around my neck
twice then reconnecting it to the bag preventing me from even trying to
remove it. She ordered me into bed on my back, tied my legs at the
ankle and puling the rope down and tying in off to the base of the bed.
"Get a good nites sleep dear and i know i will knowing your secured for
the night. I want you dressed for sleeping so you will get the feel of
night clothes and the bag over your head is so you can smell me all
night. I use that bag very often so enjoy the aroma of me. Think
about your disobeying me today and what punishment i may have planned
for you saturday."
With that, lights out, door closed and locked and it was going to be a
long night. Tuesday morning at 6am she came in and woke me, removing
the bag from my head and the collar freeing me.
"Do your bathroom duties, shower and stay here until Bridget and Nicole
get here. Bridget will be doing your makeup and hair and Nicole will
be teaching you dressing and accessories. I expect you to do
everything yourself starting next monday. And for your information my
dear, no slacks, pants, shorts or jeans will be worn in my house.
Nicole has instructions on what i want so pay attention."
When they came in, they both looked me over in nothing but a pair of
panties and a robe. Bridget went to Miss Britts room and Nicole took
over.
"So Lisa, heres what's going to happen. You will wear a full body long
leg corset or a long leg hi-waist bra every day from now on until Miss
Britt tells you otherwise. I will be inserting balloons in your bra
cups for now, water filled balloons so be careful not to puncture them.
Miss Britt wants you to experience the feeling of large breast as she
has and feel the weight of carrying them. You will most likely go to
bed every night with sore shoulders as i'm sure she does. You will not
sleep with your balloons in. Miss Britt ordered you 2 fake breast from
her friend in London. When they arrive you can do away with the
balloons. Your new breast will be custom made of skin color vinyl and
will be weighted also. By then you should be used to carrying big
breast, Now, put a corset on and come with me."
She took me to Miss Britts bathroom where Bridget was waiting. I
looked at the vanity counter and it was loaded with cosmetics of every
style i could imagne Bridget pointed to the vanity chair,
"I' going to do your makeup Lisa so pay close attention because next
monday your on your own. There's a beauty magazine on the counter, you
can follow along as we go, It shows step by step how to do your
makeup. Keep it as a reference if you need it."
I watched in the mirror as she did a full facial makeup and was really
surprised as to how my appearance was changing. After the makeup she
went into Miss Britts bedroom closet and came back with a long brunette
wig which she placed on me and combed out. I now looked like a woman.
Then it was back to Nicole. She took me to the big walk-in closet at
the other end of the hall,
"This is the closet you will be choosing your clothes from. The closet
in your bedroom also has clothes but Miss Britt wants you to dres from
here for now. As you can see you will have a large variety to pick
from. The shoes and bags are to match whatever your wearing so pay
attention as i select your clothes."
She dressed me in a black long line dress with a zipper up the back
that i could not reach to close it but she waited a few minutes and
zipped it closed. Then handed me a pair of black patent high heels
that fit very tight and uncomfortable telling me to get used to them
since they are now part of my daily wardrobe. Next was a large black
patent handbag and finally jewelry. Long dangling earrings that had
the old screw closures on the back, and made sure they were screwed
shut very tight. A matching long necklace hanging down almost to my
waistt, a few bracelets and we went downstairs. Miss Britt looked me
over carefully.
"Lisa dear, i want your hair to grow out and your nails also. When i'm
ready you will go to my beautician and get a perm, pedicure and
manicure. Bridget dear, tomorrow when you do her makeup, paint her
nails dark red. Also Lisa, you will be training with both Bridget and
Nicole. Watch them very closely, their mannerisms, movements, gestures
etc. You will learn a lt from them to use in your female lifestyle
from now on. Let your female brain take over and learn quickly. I'm
not a very patient woman dear, don't forget that."
The day went quick as i was not only learning how to conduct myself as
a woman but also learning how to do the work her company did. During
each day Nicole had me change outfits at noon and 530pm just before she
left for the day. And after dinner Miss Britt had me work on walking,
standing, sitting, carrying a purse, etc. And of course each night to
bed restrained and head bagged. This bedtime ritual went on for a
month before she felt comfortable not having me restrained. Everything
changed saturday morning, punishment time. When Miss Britt woke me up
saturday morning, she handed me a bottle of nair hair remover.
"I want you to follow the directions on the bottle and get rid of all
that hair except your head. I'm very surprised Bridget didn't take
care of that, she's very thorough in everything she does, but i suppose
we all make mistakes at times. After your shower put on a short panty
girdle, a robe and slippers and come to breakfast. And be quick about
it, we have a busy day ahead."
When we were eating breakfast she made small talk about her plans to
punish me for failing her time limits on monday, just some comments
that really gave me no concern about her plan. After i cleaned up from
breakfast,
"Lisa, go up to my room and you'll find a large white patent tote bag
in my closet. Bring it to me in the basement and do not open it."
When i got to the basement she took the bag and put it on the table.
"Now my dear, take off your robe and stand at the beam, back to the
beam. I see the nair worked very well. I never want to see hair on
you again. If you need help with it, ask Bridget."
As i stood against the beam i watched her take rope out of the tote
bag, walked behind me and began tying me to the pole, wrist first, rope
around my legs just above the knee, and a rope around my ankles, each
rope tying me then wrapped around the pole preventing me from moving.
She picked up a British fashion magazine and began tearing out pages,
crumbling them up and jamming my mouth full telling me not to dare spit
them out. As i watched she took a large roll of plastic wrap out the
tote bag, and starting at my feet began wrapping me to the beam each
wrap pulled as tight as she could and for a 69 year old woman, she was
very strong. She wrapped me right to the top of my head leaving only
my nostrils clear, then continued wrapping back down to my ankles and
again back up to my head sealing the plastic wrap off leaving me
totally helpless unable to move only my eyes. I could not move a
muscle or move my head. I watched as she walked over to the shelves
with all the magazines i had just organized, picked one up, clutching
it to her breast and walked back in front of me, just standing there
glaring at me.
"I have decided on your punishment Lisa dear. You will remain wrapped
up until i feel you've learned your lesson on obeying my commands on
time limits. And furthermore my dear, i feel compelled to drive home my
message.'
She slowly turned the magazine around so now the cover was showing
still clutching it to her breast.
"Do you see the title of this magazine dear ? It says SEVENTEEN ! How
ironic i should have chosen this particular magazine. I was wondering
how to punish you some more and now i have my answer. I will slap you
17 times with this magazine, maybe as hard as i slapped you in the
interview. Now that i know your endurance level i can do as hard as i
want to."
As i watched she folded the magazine over and began slapping my face
making comments between the slaps and i got all 17, hard but not as
hard as the interview. She made her point. When she finished she
returned the magazine to the shelf, went back upstairs leaving me alone
in the cold dark basement with time to think. After about 2 hours she
returned, picked up another seventeen magazine and i got 17 more slaps,
and she went back upstairs again. Finally she came back down carrying
a knife and began cutting the plastic wrap off me, had me spit out the
gag, untied me from the pole and untied my legs and wrist.
"Well my dear, have you learned your lesson ?"
"Yes Miss Britt"
"Do you think i was too hard on you?"
"No Miss Britt"
"Fine dear, now go up to your room and freshen your makeup, get your
proper undergarments on, put on a colorful dress and we'll have dinner
and relax, and be sure to put your tittie on."
Miss Britt referred to my breast as "my titties."
Dinner went well, relaxed with some wine and small talk, then bedtime.
Sunday was a relaxing day, I helped her cook from a recipe out of one
of her magazines, mexican dish, then cleaned up and spent the evening
watching an old romance movie on tv.
to be continued
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