“Yes, we are going to have the perfect corporate marriage. I’m going to be the powerful, high-priced executive. And you, you my little slut, will be the trophy wife, or, in your case, the trophy sissy maid husband. As the executive I’ll have trophy lovers, and you will serve them as you do me.”
His shoulders fell and his chin dropped to his chest. Karin was surprised at how easily he yielded his manhood to her. She’d now taken everything, reduced him to a servant in her house. “You will sign all the papers put before you.”
He meekly nodded, “Yes, Mistress.”
She held out a piece of bacon and watched as his eyes lit up and he gently took it between his lips. I destroy his career, his marriage; take his freedom and his manhood, and a scrap of bacon makes it all better.
Karin visualized her basement project: the cage, computer, restraints and accessories. Her experiments with operant conditioning and behavior modification worked with Steven; maybe she was on to something.
She rose from the table and walked to the foyer, her husband crawling obediently at her side. “You have your list of chores. And spend thirty minutes practicing walking with the book on your head. Wear your five inch heels; work on that posture and taking the short and dainty steps. There will be times when you won’t be crouching and short so you’re looking up to women. I may want to pimp you out as a tranny, fetish runway model.” She laughed at the thought; Steven, now Suzette, in stilettos, strutting the catwalk and shaking his submissive ass to the gathered throng.
“Be sure to sign all the papers this afternoon. I want this over, behind us, so we can move on. There’s no going back.” She looked down to see her husband on his knees, planting loving kisses on the toes of her stylish high heels. No arguments, he simply accepts his situation…amazing. What started out as sex games, a little B & D… “You’ll still be my husband; you’ll still keep your cock and balls, although that cock will seldom be out of chastity. And when it is, I can guarantee you won’t enjoy it and you’ll beg to lock it up. I don’t want you to ever forget what you were…or how far you’ve fallen.”
She reached down and patted him on the head. “This really is best, for both of us.”
His eyes met hers; he nodded his agreement and returned his lips to her shoes.
*****
Karin arrived at the office, her office, the seat of her new empire, in good spirits. She felt free, even though she was still, technically, married.
Laurel, her secretary, greeted her with coffee and the preliminary financials for the newest corporate venture. “You have a meeting with Acquisitions at ten-thirty and a presentation from Product Development at two.” With the grace of a relay baton hand-off Laurel exchanged the coffee in her hand with Karin’s purse. “I watched him, oh, her, sorry, on the monitor. She cleaned up in the kitchen and went to change for her aerobics.”
“Thank you, I have some papers for you to take to my house today.” Karin settled into her leather chair and held the coffee cup with two hands. Life is good. “Take Sharon with you, she’s a Notary isn’t she? Make sure my little slut signs them all, you witness and Sharon can notarize.”
“Yes, Ms. Calloway.” Laurel turned to hang up Karin’s coat. “Do you think we might be able to, I mean if it’s OK with you, maybe we could...”
“You want a play date with my sissy maid.” Karin sipped her coffee and placed the cup on her desk. Certainly Laurel was competent and efficient, but had Steven hired her for her physical attributes, some latent submissive tendencies he possessed? At five-ten, and in her four inch heels, Laurel would have towered over Steven. Her blonde hair and blue-eyed beauty would have enthralled any man. “Like what you’ve been seeing on our office webcams?”
“It’s awesome.”
Karin chuckled. Laurel was a good fifteen years younger than her so ‘awesome’ was probably high praise in that age group lexicon. “He knows that we’ve been watching him from the office, but he’s never been put on real-time, personal display. It might be good for him. And for you and Sharon to show up, his former secretary and Chief of Administration, think how humiliating that will be. Yes, have a good time, put him through his paces as it were. Did he ever forget Secretary’s Day?”
“We call it Administrative Professional’s Day, but yea, we’d have to remind him and then he’d just tell us to order ourselves some flowers.”
Asshole. Karin shook her head. He probably had them order the flowers for our anniversaries and even shop for the gifts. Well now the flimsy lingerie would still be bought, but worn by the true slut of the house. She smiled at Laurel, might as well get them trained right. “Have a good time; it’s your chance for a little revenge. But I want pictures and video, and I want him to know you’re taking them and why.”
“Yes Ms. Calloway, we’ll take good care of him – uh, if you know what I mean. And he never, I mean Steven…”
“Suzette.”
“Yes, Suzette, she never came on to me or anything, tried anything sexual. Maybe he wasn’t always the most considerate boss, but—”
“Laurel, trust me, I understand. If he did want to get into your panties…it’s because he wanted to wear them.” Karin saw something in the young secretary’s eyes. “What?”
“Oh, it’s just that last year…I had this new pair of heels; I saved for three paydays and had them in my desk drawer and then one morning – they were gone.”
Both women shared a knowing moment and then turned their attention to the monitor where Suzette, resplendent in a pink leotard, was bouncing to her workout video.
“Payback time,” Karin said.
Laurel smiled at the flouncing sissy maid on the screen, “Payback time.”
*****
Suzette put away her workout DVD and went to shower and change her clothes. She knew that every room was equipped with cameras and that Karin, and possibly others, were able to monitor her every move. Under Karin’s regime even the shower ritual was feminized; shaving of all body hair, washing with scented soaps, exfoliating and moisturizing. Suzette wrapped a towel around her middle, tucking it in at her bosom. A second towel went around her head, turban style, while she carefully plucked and tweezed her eyebrows into an arch. She finished her shower regimen by moisturizing her legs and using a hair dryer to blow-dry the area around her chastity device.
Suitably exercised and cleaned she donned her daily maid uniform of black dress, garter belt and stockings, bra and black pumps with five inch stiletto heels. Working makeup consisted of eyeliner, mascara and lipstick. It was Karin’s decision when more makeup was warranted.
Suzette’s heels clicked along the tile floor as she made her way to the living room. From the book shelf she selected a book suitable for her walking exercise. Just in case someone was watching, or might view a recording later, she turned and curtsied to the camera mounted in the ceiling corner. She carefully placed the book on her head and then let her arms fall slowly to her sides, elbows in, forearms out and wrists hanging limply. Carefully she stepped out, her back straight, taking small steps, one foot in front of the other, heel-toe, heel-toe. She made it to the end of the room and executed a slow and cautious turn, but the book slid from her head. Her reflexes were good; she caught the book and placed it on top of her head. Before starting across the room again she glanced at the mantle clock. It hasn’t even been two minutes, almost, almost twenty eight to go. Suzette hated these tiresome and monotonous drills, book balancing and curtsey practice. They were mindless and it made it hard to concentrate. And yet Karin seemed to know when she was slacking in her efforts and she was punished. OK, focus, we need to get this over with – concentrate – balance – posture. She stepped out again; back straight, titties out, sissy wrists and sissy steps.
*****
Sharon leaned over Laurel’s shoulder to get a better look at the monitor. “How many times has he dropped the book?”
“Four,” Laurel said. “And Ms. Calloway wants us to call him her, or she.”
“Well, he
r, him, it, she, slut…whatever. With these papers,” Sharon held out a black leather portfolio, “she’s fucked, big time.”
“Yea?”
“Oh yea, once she signs, you witness and I notarize, it’s all over. Our little sissy slut’s got nothing; Karin’s got it covered, signed sealed and delivered.” Sharon stood and tucked the portfolio under her arm. “So, go to lunch and then go seal the fate of our former boss?”
Laurel clicked off her computer, “I can’t wait.”
*****
Suzette feared the daytime doorbell. It was never good news; if it wasn’t Miss Trudi it was something equally painful, degrading or humiliating. Karin controlled access to the house so any visitor came with her approval, and must be properly greeted – and obeyed. She jumped at the first ring, but quickly composed herself and walked to the door; It’s probably those papers I was supposed to sign. Her trepidation was well founded as she opened the door and saw two former employees.
Sharon and Laurel stood at the door. Their faces showed no surprise, having witnessed Suzette’s performances on the web-cam feeds at their offices.
“Slut!” Sharon took control, ever the efficient Administrative Supervisor. Shorter than Laurel, and more full-figured, Sharon possessed an authoritative air that must have always given Steven an office thrill. “Are you going to invite us in?”
Suzette executed an automatic bob curtsey. “Yes, sorry Sharon—”
The hand hit his face with a resounding SLAP, jerking his head around and sending a clip-on earring flying across the room.
“MISTRESS SHARON,” she growled as Sharon pushed past him into the foyer.
Laurel followed behind, unable to control her laughter. “You asked for that one. Best to remember who you and who WE are.” She plucked a cane from the umbrella stand as she walked by.
“Yes, Mistress Laurel.” His hand stroked his cheek and he stole a glance in the mirror. She may have given me a black eye.
Laurel slashed the air with the cane, “Wicked.”
“You know how to use that?” Sharon asked.
Laurel giggled and shook her blonde hair, “No.”
“On-the-Job training?” Sharon laughed. “Somebody might get hurt.”
“You think?”
Suzette quickly turned to follow the women as they went to Karin’s home office.
Suzette watched Sharon sit in Karin’s desk chair while Laurel relaxed in a wingback chair in the corner, menacingly tapping the cane on the footstool.
Sharon began removing a sheaf of papers from her briefcase. She was focused on organizing the papers and didn’t even look at Suzette. “Do you think we might get some drinks? What do you think Laurel, our little slut seems a bit slow in the service area.”
“Absolutely, I remember how he – oh, she – used to be when she was our boss: “where’s this, get me that, I need –
“Sorry Mistress Sharon, Mistress Laurel – uh – what would you like?” Suzette performed her best and deepest curtsey.
“Coffee,” Sharon said.
“Diet Cola,” Laurel said. She grabbed a book from a nearby end table, “Over here slut.” Laurel waited while Suzette approached and curtsied. “Put this book on your head and keep it there while you bring our refreshments. We watched your efforts earlier and you need practice.”
“Yes, Miss Laurel.”
“And ice cubes,” Sharon finished with her papers. “Bring a bucket of ice cubes.”
Both women laughed as Suzette curtsied, placed the book on her head, and carefully walked from the room.
“Can you believe we used to work for that twerp, rush to get his coffee, pull a file or make copies?” Sharon shook her head. “I always felt there was something; I just couldn’t put my finger on it.”
“I used to catch him looking at my feet,” said Laurel, “thought he had a foot or leg fetish, but I think he wanted to wear my shoes.” She removed a digital camera from her purse, “Karin said she wanted pictures. I guess the high heel is definitely on the other foot now.”
PLOP! Both women smiled at the sound of a book hitting the kitchen floor and the scurrying of stilettos on tile.
Within minutes Suzette appeared. She held a silver try with a coffee service, a Diet Cola and a bucket of ice cubes.
“Turn around, look at me,” ordered Laurel. “Ms. Calloway wanted pictures, something about the employee newsletter?”
“Give us your best curtsey,” Sharon teased, “hold it, smile and look at the camera.”
Suzette did her best to curtsey while holding the tray, and smiling, but the fear and shame were evident. She blinked at the camera flash and almost dropped the tray.
Laurel selected ‘play’ on the camera to look at the picture. “Perfect, what a total sissy you are. Now serve Sharon her coffee and bend over so we can get a nice view of your cute panties with the ruffles. Oh and be sure and turn to look at the camera. We want everyone to know it’s you—Sissy Suzette.” The women let Suzette serve each one of them and then ordered Suzette to place the try on a table.
“Over here,” Sharon pointed to the floor by her chair. “We need to take care of Ms. Calloway’s paper work — before we take care of you.” She looked at Laurel. “How many times did he drop the book?”
“Five times on the video and once a few minutes ago.”
“Six, very well. Take six ice cubes slut, and stick them up your sissy ass.”
For a moment Suzette remained frozen in place, but another stinging SLAP from Sharon had him reaching for the ice cubes.
“Turn around,” ordered Sharon, “We want to watch. Laurel, get some pictures of this. Six, and shove them all the way in your sissy pussy - slut. Face the camera…smile, show everyone how much you like having that little hole filled.”
The women laughed and jeered as Suzette gingerly inserted six ice cubes up her ass.
“Cold?” mocked Sharon.
“Y-y-y-es, M-m-m-istress.”
“Not our problem. Kneel; you’ve got papers to sign. You’ve served us refreshments, now you’ll serve up something even more precious for Ms. Calloway, your life.”
One by one Sharon handed papers down to the kneeling sissy maid.
“This signs over all your finances and puts all the accounts in Ms. Calloway’s name only. This deeds all material possessions to Ms. Calloway, and a General Power of Attorney giving all rights and decisions to Ms. Calloway.”
Suzette knelt and tried to sign, but was shaking from her ice-filled ass.
“Too cold?” teased Laurel.
“Yes, Mistress.”
“Do you want to take one out?” Her voice now had a more honeyed tone.
“Please, Mistress, yes, oh please.”
“OK, one, you may remove one. Squeeze it out; make us a little icy poopsicle.”
Suzette reached behind her, squeezed her buttocks and caught the piece of ice in her hand. Her relief was short-lived.
Sharon, squeezed her embossing seal on the first document. “Put the ice cube in your mouth.”
Suzette turned to Sharon, who continued with her paperwork, ignoring the kneeling sissy. “Mistress? You mean—”
The cane landed with a stinging blow, very high on the buttocks. There was the first searing pain, and then that second bloom of deeper pain. Suzette shrieked.
“Put the fucking ice cube in your mouth!” Laurel struck with the cane again, this time leaving a nasty welt on Suzette’s shoulder. She drew the cane back for a third blow as Suzette popped the ice cube in her mouth. “That’s better. You need to learn to do what you’re told. Does your ice cube taste yummy?”
Suzette shook her head, her face showing the distaste of the ice cube, and tears streaming down her cheeks from the wicked cane.
“So the rest of the ice cubes can stay in your ass?”
Defeated, Suzette nodded. She was totally humiliated by women she used to supervise, her sphincter felt frozen and her ass and arm stung from the cane.
Laurel backed up to take a
nother picture, “Look at the camera and smile. Say ‘I’m a happy sissy slut’.”
“This one is a personal services contract saying that you will provide domestic services for as long as Ms. Calloway deems necessary.” Sharon handed down yet another paper and Suzette signed while the camera flash lit up the room.
Six
Karin checked the image in the mirror. The turquoise headband and its complimenting colors went nicely with her red hair and green eyes. She turned sideways and smoothed the fabric over her taught midsection. The matching leotard displayed a supple, yet ample figure. Before heading into the workout area she removed the velvet bag from her locker and shook the contents into her hand. Even in the harsh locker room lighting the gold glittered. She’d selected the faceted cut specifically for that purpose, and not one, but two; it was to be a shiny lure, the bigger the bait, the bigger the catch. Her elegantly manicured hands with the blood red nails fastened both stunning anklets on her right ankle. She sat on the bench, extended her leg and twirled her ankle, pleased with the way the light played of her leg. Time to troll…for the big ones.
She’d seldom used the company workout facilities, but now that she was the CEO… It was after business hours, yet there was still a good crowd, many liked to wind down their day with a workout and a steam, and the facilities were free. She started with a few minutes on the Stairmaster, getting the blood flowing and the muscles warmed up. There was the usual banter, ‘long day huh, ready for the weekend, feels good to let it out.’ She traded quips and salutations easily enough; the gym was a more democratic environment, the great leveler among the corporate masses.
She innocently dabbed at her forehead with the white cotton towel. Her gaze, however, was focused on the man at the squat rack. He was clearly the biggest man in the room, not bulky, but well muscled, with that hard strong, All-American Tight End body. The fifteen years out of college hadn’t seemed to have put an extra pound or ounce of fat on him.
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