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Chapter 16
Misogynist sales executive loses competition for CEO job to his rival and
is systematically reduced to an air-headed administrative intern at the
beck and call of those office workers he used to abuse. As we begin this
chapter, one tormentor has been fired and another appears to offer to
help him - all while the CEO takes steps to permanently entrap the poor
sissy into a life of feminine slavery. Previous chapters should be read
first. Category descriptions are for entire story.
My panty-covered ass was still stinging as I served Johnson his dinner,
then brought him his after-dinner drink in the lounge. He read a business
magazine in his comfy recliner while I stood beside him awaiting
additional orders. I trembled as he absent-mindedly ran a hand up and
down my upper thigh. He fiddled with my corset's garter tabs where they
gripped my sheer black stockings.
My heart beat quickened. For some humiliating reason, the man's touch was
starting to excite me. I heard him chuckle. "You like that, don't you?"
he said. "Noooo," I moaned. He reached up and grabbed my shrinking penis
through my panty. "Be honest," he demanded as he squeezed it.
"Owwww.....Yes...yes," I cried.
"You want me to keep rubbing your clitty?"
I hated to admit it but I moaned, "yesssss."
"Tell me you're my sissy girl."
"I'm you're...sissy girl," I gasped.
"Tell me I own you."
"You own me."
"Beg me to change your name legally to Barbie Matthews."
"Please..please change my name legally to Barbie Mathews," I whimpered as
I felt like my whole body was on fire. I was humping my hips against his
hand and my tits were jiggling in the uplift cups of my corset. Yet I
couldn't reach orgasm.
"Tell me you love me."
"I...I...I.." I couldn't bring myself to say it.
"Mmmm, if you don't love me, maybe I'll stop," smirked Johnson.
"No...No... don't stop. I love you. I love you," I wept.
"Tell me you'll always be my sissy girl."
"I'll always be your sissy girl."
"Then you'll be happy to extend your five-year contract to a lifetime
one, right?"
Again, I hesitated but I was too far gone. My mind reeling on the edge of
a long-awaiting orgasm.
"You want to sign a lifetime contract, right?"
"Yes, I'll sign a lifetime contract to be your sissy girl," I cried as I
came. He caught my spunk in the palm of his hand.
"You used to be the most lecherous man in the office," he laughed. "Now
look at you. Weak. Soft. Feminine. Totally under the control of a strong
dominant man. Forever." He held his hand to my red lips. "Lick it up," he
commanded. I sucked my own cum off the palm of his hand.
Suddenly, he slapped my ass. "Okay, Barbie. Get upstairs and wait for me
in my bedroom. On the bed on all fours. I have to get you ready for your
visit to the Burtons tomorrow night."
He saw me hesitate. "Don't start arguing with me again. I'll strap that
fat ass of yours until it's raw. You should be thanking me. Instead of
dancing at the strip club this weekend, you'll get the privilege of being
taught how to be the perfect sissy slave by experts. Now git going!" He
slapped my ass again, almost knocking me off my 5-in. high heels.
I minced up the staircase to Johnson's bedroom, climbed onto the bed and
waiting on my hands and knees, ready to be fucked by him again. He was
humming an upbeat tune when he entered the room. I heard him fiddling
with something and then felt his weight on the bed behind me.
I automatically relaxed my sphincter to make it easier for him to enter
and less painful for me. But, he surprised me. I felt him reach under and
grab my penis, which was even smaller and softer than usual after finally
cumming. "The Burtons were very surprised when I told them you weren't
chastised," he said, as I felt him attach something hard to the base of
my penis. "They insisted that your clitty be locked away before you could
take their advanced sissy training course."
I bit my lower lip in fear and shame. Then heard an ominous click.
"There. All locked away," declared Johnson. "I'll hold onto the key so
you always know that your Master totally controls every aspect of your
life, even your sexual pleasure."
At work the next morning, I felt more submissive than usual. After
locking my penis in the chastity device, Johnson fucked my ass pussy
while telling me how instrumental the Burtons were in helping him
transform me from a macho (if somewhat of an asshole) Alpha male into a
weak, ditzy, ultra-feminine bimbo sissy. Apparently, they provided him
with the drugs that were placed in my drinks. Not only did the drug
contain powerful female hormones, but also other drugs that relaxed and
weakened my muscles, caused memory lapses, and suppressed my appetite so
I would lose weight quickly. It only took a few weeks of ingesting those
drugs several times a day to make me mentally and physically weaker,
softer, obedient and submissive. Just how he wanted me, he gloated.
He told me the Burtons also recommended that perverted doctor who gave me
those injections into my butt cheeks, breasts and testicles, and they
helped Johnson draw up the original five-year servitude contract that I
thought I had to sign to stay out of jail.
Shirley was in a foul mood when I arrived. All the layoffs had given her
tons of extra paperwork to process, which she immediately dumped onto my
desk.
"Get busy, sissy," she ordered as soon as I sat down at my desk. "I want
all these forms copied and filed by this afternoon. Do you think a dumb
bimbo like you can do that?"
"Yes, ma'am. I'll get started immediately," I meekly answered. It was
hard to believe that I used to give commands to her. Now I was her
lackey.
Around mid-morning, I was called into Johnson's office and was surprised
to see Shirley and the head of HR already there. I gave my automatic
curtsy and asked, "How may I serve you, Mr. Johnson?" Which drew a
snigger from Shirley and a surprised look from the HR lady.
"Get over here, Barbie," said Johnson. "We've got some official documents
for you to sign."
"Yes, Mast...I mean Mr. Johnson," I submissively replied.
With Shirley and the HR head as witnesses, I signed an addendum to my
original contract extending my time as Mr. Johnson's assistant
indefinitely into the future. The contract could only be voided at
Johnson's discretion. "Here you go. Sign right here."
I didn't hesitate to sign now that I knew the contract was unenforceable,
as long as I could find a way to get away from Johnson and support
myself.
"Now, just one more form, Barbie," said Johnson. "This is for your legal
name change from Donald Mathews to Barbie Johnson."
Oh no! This is an actual legal name change petition!
"Johnson?" I asked. "But my last name is Mathews."
"We thought it best that you leave the name Donald Mathews completely
behind. And, what better last name than to take on the last name of your
Master, right, dearie," said Shirley. They even want to take away my last
name!
The HR lady looked the forms over, smiled and put them into a folder. I
wanted to slap the smile off her face but I didn't dare.
Back at my desk, I felt trapped even deeper into Johnson's feminine
prison. On top of the demotion and the drug-induced physical and mental
changes, I was now chastised, contracted as Johnson's servant for life,
and my name legally changed to Barbie Johnson.
I was so upset that I naturally made several mistakes in filing the
documents Shirley had given me that morning. That earned me a tongue-
lashing from the office manager that could be heard throughout the
office. Everyone thought I was an incompetent fool. Shirley took away my
lunch break. I was so frustrated. I couldn't even do the most menial of
tasks successfully.
I did better during lunch when no one was around the distract me or make
fun of me. In fact, the atmosphere in the office was subdued due to
yesterday's layoffs. When Gina returned from lunch, she stopped by my
desk to check on me.
"Have you thought about what you're going to do?" she asked.
"I feel more trapped than ever," I lamented. "He made me sign a lifetime
contract this morning, along with a change of name petition."
"Change of name? You mean you'll legally be Barbie Mathews?" Gina
couldn't suppress a giggle despite her new concern for my plight.
"Worse. I'm Barbie Johnson."
"OH my!" she smiled. "I'm sorry. It's just so funny to think of you as
Barbie Johnson. But, you're going to leave now that you know he can't
send you to jail, right?"
"I want to leave but I have to find an apartment first and the only money
I have are the tips I get from my job at the strip club," I whined. I
didn't tell her about the chastity device Johnson had locked me into.
"I feel guilty about the role I played in what happened to you. You can
stay with me until you can find a better job and get a place of your
own," Gina said.
"You mean it?" I was flabbergasted at her generosity after the way I
treated her.
"Sure, but no funny stuff. I don't know if that cock of yours still works
under that skirt but I'm still into real men. I'm not a lesbian," replied
Gina.
"That's...that's fine," I said as Gina turned to walk away. "Wait. I've
got something to show you."
Gina stopped and looked at me.
I lowered my voice to a whisper. "I have a thumb drive with some files
from Johnson's home computer. They sound suspicious. They're labeled,
'Offshore Accounts and Transactions' and 'Secret Memos.' My computer is
not powerful enough to open them."
"You must have one of the junior assistant computers. Give it to me. I'll
check it out."
At this point, I had to trust her. I gave her the thumb drive.
"I'll check this out on my computer. Here's my address. You can't let
anyone know you're staying with me so you'll have to take the bus to my
place. I'll leave the house key under the front mat," said Gina.
I thanked her profusely, looking forward to getting as far away from that
bastard Johnson as possible.
As I was clearing my desk to get ready to leave for Gina's place, Johnson
came out of his office and strode confidently to my desk.
"Grab your stuff, Barbie. I'm leaving early today so I can give you a
ride home," he gruffly ordered.
I didn't want to go back to his house. "That's okay, sir. I really don't
mind taking the bus."
"Don't be silly, sissy," he replied. "You have dinner to prepare. I'm not
going to wait for you to get home by mass transit. Hurry up. Get your
girlie butt in gear."
What could I do? I couldn't think of another excuse not to accompany him
in his (once my) car.
Oh well. I figured I could handle one more night of servitude. I resolved
to get up early tomorrow and take a bus to Gina's on Saturday.
In the car, I couldn't help notice the bulge in Johnson's pants.
"Watching you sign that lifetime contract got me so horny," he said. "Did
it turn you on too to commit to serving me as a feminized slave for the
rest of your life?"
I stared down into my lap in shame.
"What's the matter? Are you too overcome with joy to answer me?"
The car stopped at a traffic light. Johnson grabbed my chin and forced me
to look at him. "Barbie Johnson. Get used to that name. It's yours for
the rest of your life, or until I get tired of you."
He then pushed my head down into his lap. "Unzip me and get your plump
lips on my cock, Barbie," he ordered.
I unzipped his pants and took out his engorged cock. A semi-trailer
pulled up alongside us at the light. Johnson laughed as the truck driver
honked his horn. I was mortified knowing he could see me giving head in
public. I kept my head down as the light changed to green and Johnson
resumed driving while enjoying my mouth and tongue.
The car stopped just as I finished swallowing his load. When I lifted my
head, I didn't recognize where we were. Johnson chuckled at my confusion.
"Fix your lips, sissy. I want you to look your best for the Burtons."
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