Miss Britts Personal Assistant Bitch Part 9 The End
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Everything was going pretty normal for about 4 months. I was making the transition to living as a woman, watching and copying the movements and characteristics of Miss Britt Bridget and Nicole. Bridget was helpful in that she would quietly point out small things that needed corrected such as the proper way to carry a magazine or papers. Nicole was strictly business, sometimes i thought she was hoping i'd fail and anger Miss Britt. After about 3 months it was time to get my hair and nails...
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 was working on a project with Nicole in her office and she was really miserable and bitchy. After a couple of hours of which i was only interested in finishing and getting away from her, i noticed she had her purse on her desk and it was open. I saw a box of super tampons in her purse and remarked, "Miss Nicole, do you really use those tampons when your so damn miserable"? Nicole just gave me a dirty look, reached over and closed her purse. But Miss Britt was walking down the...
It was getting close to the end of my 3 year employment contract and Miss Britt had not mentioned if she was going to offer me another 3 year contract so i thought i better bring it up to her because i had decided i was not going to stay with her. So about a month before my contract ended, over sunday dinner i spoke, Miss Britt, my employment contract ends at the end of next month and i.......... "YOU WHAT ! apparently you never read your contract, in particular page 5 under the...
This story is a mix of fiction and non-fiction, taking place in the mid 50s. It will be presented in parts as i write it. All parties except me are long gone by now and that leaves me free to tell the story at this time. Miss Britt was a late in her late 60s at this time, tall woman, plus size as we call it today, very well built to say the least. She did not look her age and certainly did not act her age as the story will tell. Just getting out of college and entering the job...
Mark received the divorce papers on a Friday afternoon. His wife was a first class bitch. They had just returned from a two week vacation in Hawaii and Tahiti on Sunday. Mark’s wife Laura had planned this divorce before their vacation and him receiving the divorce papers right before the weekend. A suitcase with some of his belongings was delivered to the office as he was not allowed to go back home until the next week. Mark had left his first wife for Laura. She was a tall, blond, former...
After a phone call early one morning, "Lisa dear, we are going to have company over the weekend. Heather is in town for meetings with her business affairs and she will be here late Friday afternoon until sometime Monday. Heather and I grew up together in London, went to the girls academy and studied under Margret......and were often disciplined by Margret as you know by now. When I decided to come to the states, she decided to remain in London and found a career in fashions. In...
A lady lawyer that Miss Britt did business with, Amy Weaver, was the attorney that controlled many contracts between Miss Britts company and various magazines we reviewed plus some designers that Miss Britt did testing for. As part of her business Miss Britt did field testing as she called it for bags, shoes, boots, cosmetics, hair products, etc. A very profitable part of her business. Amy Weaver was a middle age widow, about 50 or so, 5'5", a little plump, bright red hair and a...
Thinking back over the years I spent with Miss Britt, some memories come back to me that I omitted from the original story. THE FACIAL BOX. On 1 occasion a large envelope arrived from Heathers Leathers in London. Miss Britt read it and left it lying on her desk when she left the office. I glanced at it and it looked like a drawing of some sort of cabinet , but I did not read the letter that came with it. A few days later a contractor came to see Miss Britt and the both went down...
Miss Britt was on a luncheon date with Amy Weaver who at the time was in negotiations for a contract renewal with a very famous bag designer, a very large revenue base of Miss Britts product testing business and Amy had the final say in sealing the deal. When she returned from the luncheon. "Lisa dear, Amy.....MRS WEAVER...has asked me to allow you to spend saturday and sunday as her house guest as you did a few months ago Of course your aware of my negotiations to renew the bag...
The death of Margret really hit Miss Britt hard. We were really busy in the office one afternoon when Miss Britt got a call on her private personal phone. "Hello......yes this is Mary Jane......OH LORD!......when did it happen?......and where is she now?.......I'll get back to you, I need to think for awhile.." She hung up the phone and walked out of the office and upstairs. After about an hour I went upstairs to check on her, nowhere to be found on the 2nd floor so I went up to the...
A pkg arrived from Heathers Leathers one afternoon and Miss Britt opened it immediately, something she had never done before. "Oh my Lisa, Heather has sent us a box of her special toys and control items as she calls them. On her last visit with us she commented just how well I have you trained as my VERY PERSONAL assistant and offered to send me some things of interest as she called them. Well, here they are dear." As Miss Britt opened the box she took out a handwritten note and...
After about 2 years with Miss Britt she decided it was time to go out in public. "Lisa dear, I have decided it's time for you and I to spend a day shopping and lunch with one of my clients, a very special client. She is the managing editor of a very prominent ladies fashion magazine. I try to lunch with her about every 4-5 months as you know but this time you will join me and meet her face to face. I do not believe she knows you are a male so you will have to put on your best...
"Lisa dear, Margret has requested your presence at her house this coming saturday. Seems she needs someone to help clean and straighten up her closet and other things. I offered your service so saturday I will be taking you over around noon and I will not be staying. You will be in her charge as to what she wants done and I must insist you obey or punishment will be in order. Do you understand me dear?" "Yes Miss Britt......perfectly." Saturday Miss Britt dropped me at Margrets...
by DiscipleN - all characters herein are 18 or older by the time they act sexually. - I managed a full night's sleep after a long shower, until Race woke me the next morning by pulling my jaw open. "Huh? Race? Hey! NO!" I shrunk back. His hands grabbed my head and pulled my face back to his outthrust prick. "Remember what you promised." He cautioned. "You even said you needed my cum several times a day." His cock pressed my lips. All I could remember was how sick I had...
"But I won't ask you anymore questions, I think I know very well what your into. Is your employer an older tall heavy lady, gray hair in a bun, dressed in a purple dress?" "Why do you ask?" "Because sweetie all the time you've been here I notice the lady I just described browsing around but occasionally glancing over here as if she was watching us." "Please finish my eyes, I must be going." "I thought so, my compliments to her and her SLAVE!" With that I left and joined Miss...
Without any prior notice a package arrived from Heathers Leathers one afternoon. Miss Britt opened the box and found a handwritten note. Hello Mary Jane. My girl Yolanda designed this control outfit and I'm not quite satisfied if it will do what she says it will. Before I decide to make and market it I would like your thoughts on it. Would you please try it on your girl and see how it will control her? Use your imagination. I really don't know how to use it properly but...
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After breakfast Miss Britt took out all the toys Heather sent and laid everything on her desk. "Lisa dear, let's try these chains and cuffs. I'm not quite sure I will like using them but we'll get a lot of photos for Heather. Put the wrist and ankle cuffs on and be sure they are tight." For the next 3 hours she had me in positions I could not even imagine, some uncomfortable but most painful as she took pictures. None of the positions were easy for me. I was chained up in hogties...
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I was innocently perving my way around my favourite chat site when I chanced upon her ad. 'Lady, 30, would like to be raped.' Oh yea? Still, I zinged off a reply: 'Seriously?' She must have sent the same response to hundreds of people. 'Thank you for answering my ad. I want to be stalked, spied on, attacked and raped. You can hurt me but not injure me. I do not want to know anything about you or meet you beforehand, but there must be some way of identifying you: figure this...
Introduction: hey guys! just another quickie ,) email me if ya want! [email protected] She started it. She asked for it. It was all her fault. I was innocently perving my way around my favourite chat site when I chanced upon her ad. Lady, 30, would like to be raped. Oh yea? Still, I zinged off a reply: Seriously? She must have sent the same response to hundreds of people. Thank you for answering my ad. I want to be stalked, spied on, attacked and raped. You can hurt me but not injure me. I...
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you've been dragged... naked and pleading... into the gym... where in the center of the floor... is one of those strange contraptions... an inversion table... for back problems... used for stretching the spine... a cheap one... but effective... nevertheless... that's already been used... as a makeshift rape table... to turn out other white bitches... before you... your ankles... clasped and fastened... tightly... in the braces... at the bottom... tilted up.... to allow a person... to...
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