by Alice Lloyd
As I suspected, the lie detector between his legs gave me my conclusive proof - he was hopelessly turned by the idea, his cock betraying him, standing fully to attention.
I, for my part, was more than a little wet too. I was insatiable this morning.
Winding him up was turning out to be a real treat (for both of us, I suspect) but on this occasion I had to put business before pleasure. The girls interrupted us, phoning to say they were on their way back. Jane said she was really looking forward to dressing Nicola up in her new outfits and then Holly chipped in, asking if they might be allowed to try on some of the dominatrix outfits I'd excitedly asked her to buy from the sex shop - there were three of them after all and we were all a similar size. I think that would be perfect, was my reply - it would set the appropriate tone for Nicola's fashion show and her new status.
With not much time left until they arrived and Nick still rock hard, I went down the corridor to get some ice cubes from the dispenser and put them in a plastic bag. It gave me no small amount of pleasure to ignore Nick's muffled objections as I placed the bag of cubes ever-so gently on his lap. He howled and yelped behind his gag as the ice took the desired effect, quelling his arousal. That technique would prove useful in future when his chastity cage needed to go on.
When he had calmed down a little I informed him that there were going to be major changes in our relationship. Yes, we did still have a relationship and I did intend still to marry him, but an astonishingly exciting new world of sexual possibilities had just opened itself up to me and it promised to be just too good to miss.
There would also have to be some changes to the ownership of the company. I would have to tell clients that Nick had left the company and that I was sole owner. He would be signing it all over, lock, stock and barrel to me. We would have a more streamlined structure - one boss and three admin. staff - except Nicola was now very much the office junior and would report not only to me; Nicola would also do whatever Jane and Holly said. She would call them 'Miss' and me 'Mistress' and they would have full authority to punish her as they saw fit. It’s a good job he still had the bag of ice over his cock because his eyes suggested he was excited by this idea. Up to that morning I had never had any inkling that Nick could be this submissive nor how excited he might be by the prospect of being my office bitch....,... our sissy office slut.
It took a few weeks to get the documentation sorted out to transfer everything into my name. I had teased and seduced, threatened and blackmailed Nick to the point that there was no way he would or could refuse. By then I was sure that, given the choice, he would not have wanted to go back to the way things were anyway. By then I’m pretty sure he was hooked on being Nicola.
And so when the time came he signed everything over to me without a peep of protest. I was to become the sole owner of our company, the controller of his finances, his mistress and, assuming he continued to follow my instructions, his wife.
The paperwork was completed, amusingly as it turned out, after Mr Norwood, our company lawyer visited our office. I had told him nothing about the reasons behind the change, a little puzzled I could see him looking around the office, enquiring if Nick would be joining us. A new blonde secretary, in a very short, figure-hugging pink mini-dress, sheer nylons and very high heels, heavily made-up and with bright red lips and long nails to match, had caught his eye, but he hadn't seen any sign of Nick. I had to fight hard not to burst out laughing when, after we'd gone through to my office, this rather odious, arrogant 'man's-man' leaned over to me conspiratorially, winked, and told me how utterly shaggable he thought the new blonde girl was. He asked if he could have her number! I feigned shock and told him to remember he was a married man. Knowing Eric Norwood's reputation as a chauvinist womaniser and knowing how good a job Jane had done of turning Nick into Nicola, the perfect slutty, fantasy-prick-tease secretary, I had half expected something like this to happen. Norwood bragged that his wife rarely found out about his little dalliances - and even on the occasions when she did, he was very good at getting her to forgive him. Apparently he had a very low opinion of his wife, of her feelings and of her self-worth.
Now rapidly becoming something of an expert in how a wife might achieve control over an errant husband, I made a mental note that I would very much like to teach Eric Norwood a lesson in humility and to provide Mrs Norwood with options in her marriage that she would never have dreamt existed.
All in good time.
"No, Nick's already left the company. He's signed the papers in absentia and I have witness signatures from Holly and Jane."
Norwood muttered that he was sure everything was in order, but I could see his attention had drifted to the nylon-sheathed thighs and pert little backside of the blushing blonde in the pink dress who was serving us coffee. Nick may have had wandering eyes but he wasn’t in the same league as Eric when it came to blatant womanising.
"Thank you, Nicola...you know, I think you have an admirer." I winked to Eric as he jolted out of his daydreaming. Nick look like he wanted the ground to swallow him up and left the room just as fast as he could, given that he was carrying a tray and still getting used to wearing 6 inch heels.
"She doesn't say much, does she..." Norwood mused, "...but then again the ability to talk is an over-rated quality in a woman, eh? They don't need to talk if they've got their mouth full, eh?" he said, slapping his thigh and laughing at his own, highly inappropriate, crude joke.
"Very funny, Eric," I forced myself to reply with a little false laugh - the arrogant prick. "I'll see what I can do about setting the two of you up."
Not too long afterwards I did exactly that and I enjoyed every minute of taking this pig of a man down.
Chapter 4. [ Jane speaking ]
"Jane, we're definitely going to need a taxi to get all these things back to the office," Holly said to me when, weighed down somewhat by four large bags full of goodies, she caught up with me heading towards the lingerie section of the department store. She was right, I had already amassed a further six of my own which I'd left behind the counter downstairs with the cashier. She'd earned her commission ("that's not slutty enough for your liking, you say, Miss?...err... very well, I'll see if I can find you something a bit more low-cut and a bit tighter") I didn't care that she thought they were for me. Having volunteered for the role of personal shopper for Nick's transformation into Nicola, I was in my element.
"Want to help me choose girly panties for Nick?" I asked Holly.
"Love to!" she beamed.
The store had a very wide range of lingerie; matronly foundation garments, cotton knickers and vests which could almost be unisex, practical everyday bra and pants sets and so on. We, however, were making our way to the area in the far corner where they kept the nicest and naughtiest ranges out of sight of the easily-offended. Both Holly and I had items in our knicker drawers from these shelves. We especially liked the 'Sinful' range and also the vintage-styled collection called, 'Screen Goddess'. Displaying these items against a velvet, black backdrop, they created an altogether raunchier mood. They had dressed-up mannequins in yummy silk French knickers with a matching bra, deep suspender belt all in an ivory colour with pale coloured gloss stockings; they had another in a heavily boned and restrictive bright blue corset with 6 retro-styled metal garters, matching panties and seamed black stockings; another mannequin wore a gossamer-thin peaches and cream lacy thong and matching bra, white bridal hold ups with a beautiful short silk robe; and they had another in a frilly pink and black, burlesque, show-girl-style basque, with feathered headband, eye mask, choker, long satin opera-style gloves and fishnet tights. If looking at these deliciously feminine garments made us excited, goodness only knows what they would do to Nick when we finally got to dress him up. We couldn't wait!
I bought enough outfits to keep Nicola going for a week. If Sarah thought Nicola needed more I would recommend we all brought her back here, in person, for a more personal shopping experience. The very attentive assistants in this
department also worked on a commission basis and I'm sure they could be persuaded to help us tease Nicola.
To complete our trip we hunted down the highest, sexiest shoes to match the outfits and lingerie and then finally picked up a few accessories - jewellery, Nicola's very first make-up set (we assumed!) including the sluttiest, most garish lipsticks we could find, and also a couple of handbags. My image of slutty Nicola would soon become a reality.
In the taxi back to the office Holly told me that our secret romance was now common knowledge. That was fine by me, especially when Holly reminded me that it would be something of a double-standard if they said they had a problem with us being in a relationship - after all, Sarah was engaged to Nick - and, what's more, Holly said she was sure she could detect a degree of excitement in Sarah's voice when she revealed that we were lesbians. Holly reached under the mound of shopping bags and squeezed my hand - since the first night we'd got together we had talked frequently about what it would be like to have a threesome with Sarah. I knew Holly and I were strong as a couple and nothing was going to change that - certainly not the realisation of a shared fantasy where Sarah joined us. We made a pact in the taxi that we would take whatever opportunities arose to show Sarah that this was an option available to her. Holly told me how she had offered our services to provide staff-training on the use of a strap-on and Sarah had agreed!
Incidentally it was at this point that the taxi driver, who had started to have problems focussing on the road some minutes earlier in this conversation, offered to help carry our bags up all the way up to our office at no extra charge ('Glad to help with the bags, ladies - all part of the service. Err, should I take them through to your boss?') He was visibly disappointed and had to be encouraged to leave when it became clear that he wasn't going to meet Sarah in person and have an image of the three of us together to take away – no doubt for a wank when he got home from work. We’d given him plenty to think about already and, anyway, Sarah was too busy in the bathroom making Nick shave off his body hair!
Sarah shouted through that they were nearly ready and that we should pick out which of the three dominatrix outfits we wanted to wear - and not to forget that she was inch or so taller than us, if that made any difference.
I was grinning from ear to ear as Holly laid out the slinky, kinky, slippery, shiny outfits one by one and placed a riding crop over the top of each.
"Well, I know which one you'll want!" I said to Holly.
Never one to be shy with her preferences, she had told me, quite early in our relationship, that she had a real thing for shiny rubber and latex and the glossy, black, long-sleeved and high-necked catsuit with matching short gloves and knee boots would be her favourite for sure.
I always ache when I think of Holly in rubber, the way it accentuates and clings rudely to her curves. The first time she wore rubber for me it was purple hot pants and a matching vest-top, with black thigh boots and short black gloves. I looked on, excited and enthralled, gently playing with my swollen clit, as Holly, naked, first covered her beautiful skin in talc, then carefully pulled the hot pants up her legs. She completed the erotic reverse-striptease with the top, boots and gloves, her hands, breasts, bum, hips and legs now tightly held, encased in a second skin, and then she showed me how to use the silicone spray to buff her garments to a high sheen. It turned out to be a deliciously sexy form of foreplay, polishing and making glossy every inch of Holly's rubber-clad body, but dwelling deliberately over her breasts, bum and crotch, then, pretending to be her obedient sub, fastening her in to her strap-on before she tied me down to the bed and fucked me senseless with it.
Re-focussing on the job at hand I looked at the two remaining outfits on the desk before me. One was a riding mistress outfit, complete with jodhpurs, leather boots, crisp blouse and little jacket and the other was a black outfit, comprising a boned leather corset which had six garter straps, with matching panties, long leather gloves and black leather thigh boots. The choice was easy. Not only did I want to try on the cute riding gear, I also wanted, very much indeed, to see Sarah dressed in the black leather corset.
Sarah called us through to her office, asking us to bring the chastity device and some wrist cuffs, Nick, freshly shaved all over and totally naked, lay flat on his back on the floor, grimacing and shivering a little, holding a large plastic bag full of ice cubes over his lap, hiding his modesty. As our high heels clicked on Sarah's wooden floor and we passed by his head Sarah barked;
"If you try to look up their skirts Nicola I will make you very sorry indeed - keep your eyes shut!"
We smiled and Nick groaned.
It was the first time Holly and I had seen Nick without his clothes on. As far as guys go he was pretty lightly built with narrow shoulders and slim arms. He was relatively short, at around 5' 8'', and with his smooth, freshly shaved skin and what I already knew, that he had soft, slight facial features, I thought we stood a very good chance of turning him into a convincing girl.
We went through to the main office to change, leaving Sarah to introduce Nick to his first ever chastity device and to secure his new lockable wrist cuffs behind his back. She left him where he lay and joined us in the main office to change into our domme gear. Sarah smiled approvingly as she ran her hands over the soft leather corset and panties that we'd picked for her to wear - it was the outfit she would have chosen first for herself.
It was clear that we would all need to strip off completely before changing and Sarah asked if we were comfortable with her changing in the same room - she would go through to Nick's old office if we preferred.
"Don't be silly - we don't mind at all" I said, "and, trust me, these kind of clothes are much easier to put on when there's more than one of you around - you're going to need help tightening the laces at the back of your corset and Holly's rubber catsuit will look so much better if we shine it up a little. It will be much quicker if we both do it - you don't mind helping do you?"
"Ok then," she replied, unbuttoning her blouse and stepping out of her skirt.
I remember thinking to myself, as Holly and I grinned when we caught each other taking sly peeks at Sarah’s gorgeous bum, tits and legs, that this day couldn't possibly get any better!
But I was wrong.....
Chapter 5. [ Nick / Nicola speaking ]
Sarah had left me in her office, naked, with my hands cuffed and padlocked behind my back. I say naked, but I was in fact wearing one more item. Snugly locked in place, with no hope of removing it, even if my wrists had been free, I was now wearing, a secure chastity tube around the shaft of my cock and the top of my balls. I suppose bolt cutters would work, but at serious risk of major injury to my cock and balls and even then, Sarah had those pictures of me all excited and dressed-up.....
There was no way out. It was too late now to change my mind. But even if I could find a way out, would I take it ?
I had time to try to make sense of my situation.
I was about to live out my wildest fantasy and darkest nightmare. I was apprehensive, .... scared even....but, if I was being honest with myself, I was very excited and very turned on.
Sarah seemed to be reading my mind. She looked into my eyes and saw my sexual fantasies. She seemed intuitively to know exactly what to do with me; what to do to make me squirm with erotic humiliation; how to make me go weak-kneed with lust and desire.
What made it so much better was that she wanted it too.
Even though she had been a bitch to me this morning I felt more in love with her than ever - Sarah, my business partner, my best friend, my beautiful fiancée, but now, my Mistress and keeper?! The sole owner of the company and me the office junior – in a dress!
My mind was spinning. Was I dreaming? Was that what this was...? ...a wet dream?
I could hear laughter and hushed plans being made in the main office. I could hear the sounds of clothes being put on, rustling, zips, high heels on the floor, squeals of 'my God, you look amazing in that..!" – my mistresses preparing the
mselves. My sense of anticipation grew as I heard giggles, moans and sighs emanating from the other room. Jane was demonstrating and giving Sarah instructions regarding how to shine and polish something and Holly was telling her what a good job she was doing. Holly was in fact clearly very, very pleased with whatever it was that Sarah and Jane were doing, giving both of them breathless, excited encouragement – it was only later that I found out that the rubber they were polishing was actually stretched tightly like a black, second skin over every inch of her body.
"Nicola, we're ready!" I heard Sarah shout, ".....and close your eyes, we want it to be a surprise."
With difficulty I got up off the floor without using my cuffed hands which were secured behind my back, and reached the office door. Facing backwards, shutting my eyes, I turned the handle. I took a step sideways into the room. Immediately a blindfold was put over my head ("Mouth open wide!") a ball gag placed in my mouth - my right arm was seized, and I was led and dragged to what I imagined was the reception area which I knew was fully mirrored and had black leather seats for clients to sit on whilst they waited.
Sarah must have been standing directly in front of me as she pulled what felt like tight rubber underwear up my legs and tucked my restrained cock downwards and backwards into some kind of pouch.
"That looks surprisingly real!" Jane said.
"Feels pretty real too," I heard Sarah reply as she ran a hand over the outside of my now smooth crotch, where my cock and balls would normally be.
"In case you're wondering, Nicola, these are vagina pants. They give your crotch a perfect girly shape and your buttocks a bit of a lift," She ran a hand over my newly feminised crotch and arse. "If a guy touched you down there he'd never guess what was beneath! There's a little tube at the bottom of your new pouch for you to pee through.."
