DOMestic Bdsm and Female Domination

Chapter Two

About 9:00 AM, I ran into Ruth at the coffee machine. "We need
to talk. Let's go to lunch so we can talk uninterrupted."

"I have a doctor's appointment at 1:30."

"We'll go early and be back in time for your appointment."

Ruth has the title of Assistant to the President of the company,
and, in fact, runs things when he is away. Furthermore, she had
been instrumental in my getting the job in the first place, and
had been my staunchest supporter. She stuck up for me when my
immediate superior wanted to fire me, and I always suspected she
had something to do with him subsequently leaving the company.
For these reasons, I didn't feel I could say, "No" to her, so I
agreed.

"Come to my office about 11:45 and we'll go."

About 11:15 I went out to my car and got everything except the
shoes and went into the men's room. I stripped to the panties
and put on the bra, garter-belt, and hose, and covered them with
shirt, pants, socks and shoes. To further hide the bra, I put on
a cardigan.

I was outside Ruth's office at 11:40. Her door was closed, and,
Lola, her secretary said, "She's on the phone, but will only be
a minute. Nice outfit."

I thought that was unusual, there wasn't anything outstanding
about what I was wearing, but I thanked her anyway. I stood
there for 10 minutes, trying to figure out Lola's comment.
Finally, she said I could go in. Ruth was seated at her desk,
"Close the door and have a seat."

I did.

"That was Max(the President) on the phone. He's going to be out
of town for 2 more weeks, and hasn't had a chance to work on
your annual evaluation. He asked me to do it, and said he would
go along with my recommended salary increase."

I had started the job after an extended period of unemployment.
I accepted the job at a sizeable decrease from what I had been
making before I became unemployed, but I didn't have much
choice. I agreed to the low salary with the understanding that I
would be reviewed after a year, and probably would get a big
raise.

"You could say your future is in my hands," she said with a
smile that approached a leer.

I thought I detected a glance at my crotch as she said the word
"future". She could have just as easily have said, "balls".

"Stay on my good side and I'll recommend a significant pay
raise. Cross me and you'll get nothing. In fact, you'll probably
be out of a job. Do I make myself clear?"

This was a side of her I hadn't seen. She had always been
professional but friendly. Now she was downright menacing. I
really needed a big raise to pay off my credit cards, and the
idea of being unemployed again was unthinkable, so I said, "OK".

"Good. As long as we understand each other"

She appeared to notice my sweater for the first time. "Why are
you wearing that sweater on such a warm day?"

"I'm cold."

"I don't believe that. I think you're wearing it to hide your
black bra."

I was shocked, and quickly looked down to see if it was showing.
This amused her. She laughed and said, "Take it off and give it
to me. It makes me warm just looking at it."

Arguing was pointless, so I stood up, took off the sweater, and
handed it to her. She opened the bottom drawer of her desk and
dropped it in.

"While you're up, take off your shoes and socks and let me see
the black hose you're wearing."

Puzzled, I removed my shoes and socks.

"Walk over here and give me your socks."

I walked across her office in my black-hosed feet and handed her
my socks. She dropped them into the drawer on top of the
sweater.

"Don't look so puzzled. I also know about the garter-belt and
panties."

"You read my fax?"

"Yes, it was brought to my attention. You can't really keep
secrets like that around here. I've never met your Dr. Mansoft,
but I like her already. Now, take your shirt off and let me see
your bra."

Thinking about her comment about my future, I took my shirt off.

"Black lace. I like that. Drop your pants, and let me see the
rest of your lingerie."

I obediently dropped my pants,and stood there in front of her
clad in black women's underwear. I was mortified.

"Nice. The bra, panties, and garter belt all match. You have
good taste in women's underwear, and look good in it. Put your
shirt, pants, and shoes back on and lets go to lunch."

I quickly dressed and said, "I can't go out in public with hose
showing above my shoes like this."

"It's either that or wear the black patent flats, that I assume
are in you car. The choice is yours."

"OK"

"Now, I want you to wait outside my office while I make one more
phone call. Don't go anywhere, not even to the rest room."

I opened her office door and walked out to a round of applause
from all the women of the office who were seated in a semi-
circle facing the office door.

"Nice hose."

I pulled my pants down to cover my ankles, which brought
laughter.

"Too late. Your secret's out."

Lola approached me, ran her hand across the bra strap in back,
then put her hands on my bra cups and squeezed. "Nice bra, but
you need to fill it better."

More laughter. Then it occurred to me, all the women in the
office had probably read my fax, which would explain the
greetings I'd been getting.

I had no choice but to stand there, following Ruth's
instructions, and take the comments and knowing looks. I
couldn't even hide in the men's room.

When Ruth finally came out, she said, "OK ladies, show's over,
for now. Get back to work," She smiled when she said it.

"I'll drive. Get your flats out of your car. I want to see
them."

"Oh, I do too," from one of the women.

"Later" was Ruth's response.

Again, my expression must have tipped off my emotions.

"Don't worry. I won't make you wear them to lunch."

I got the flats and we were off.

When we arrived at the busy restaurant, I was very conscious of
the possibility that my bra and hose might be seen. Ruth asked
for a table near the door, so I was visible to everyone coming
or going. Every time someone passed by, I panicked. I developed
a stomach ache, but that may have been partially because I
hadn't eaten since last night. Remembering the instructions, I
continued my solid food fast.

Ruth told me she was having a party the next night, and I was
invited.

"That's nice."

"Actually, I would like you to help."

"OK"

"By help, I mean come home with me tonight and help set up for
the party. Then tomorrow you can serve drinks during the party,
play bartender, or maybe, I should say, bar-maid."

Puzzled, I said I could serve drinks.

"I'd like you to be appropriately attired...." which she didn't
explain.

After a lengthy lunch she finally looked at her watch and said,
"We talked so long you don't have time to go back, get your car,
and get to your appointment on time, and you certainly don't
want to be late. Why don't I drop you off and you can call me to
pick you up when you're finished?"

Remembering the warning about being on time, I agreed to her
suggestion. On the way to the doctor's office, I changed into
the black patent flats. Good thing she suggested I bring them
along. Or did she intend to drop me off all along?

As I was getting out of her car, "Nice shoes. Call my cell phone
when you're done."

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Chapter Three

I hurried into the building, and ran up the stairs to the second
floor because I was close to being late and didn't want to take
the time to wait for the elevator. I discovered running in flats
was an interesting experience. Out of breath, I rushed into the
office and up to the receptionist's desk. I gave my name to the
receptionist. She came out from behind the counter to inspect
me.

"Well, let's see how well you followed instructions. I see
you're wearing black hose and pretty black patent flats. Bend
down and touch them" all this in a voice loud enough that the
waiting room full of women patients heard, and focused their
attention on me.

I bent down and touched the shiny toes of the shoes I was
wearing, wondering why she wanted me to. She rubbed her hand
across my arched back at the bra strap. "I see you're wearing a
black bra. What else are you wearing?"

Softly, I said I was wearing panties and a garter belt.

"I'm sorry, I couldn't hear you. You'll have to speak louder"

Louder, "I'm wearing panties and a garter belt."

"I could hear you, but these ladies couldn't."

Louder still, "I'm wearing panties and a garter belt."

"That's better. What color are your panties and garter belt?"

"Black"

"Black, what?"

"Frustrated, and wanting to get this over, I almost yelled, "I'm
wearing black panties and a black garter belt."

"And what other articles of feminine clothing are you wearing?"

"Black hose, a black bra, and black flats."

"What kind of flats?"

"Black patent skimmers."

"There now, that wasn't so hard, was it? Why are you wearing
them?"

"Because Dr. Mansoft insisted on it."

"OK, let's go see her."

She picked up a black collar from the counter, and put it around
my neck. Then she attached a leash to it and said, "Remember to
stay a respectful two paces behind me, and concentrate on my
shoes."

I looked down at her black patent pumps and followed her, to a
round of applause from the room full of women. We went down the
hall to the elevator and up to Dr. Mansoft's floor, then into
her waiting room. I noticed the sign by the door said, "Dr.
Mansoft, MD, OB, GYN, DM.

"In case you're wondering what DM stands for, it's dominator of
males. Sit there," she indicated a chair and unfastened the
leash.

She approached the counter. "Mr. Shoekisser is here to see Dr.
Mansoft."

She returned to me and said, "Sit there and try to behave
yourself," like she was talking to a little kid.

She left. I looked around the room and saw every eye in the
waiting room, all women of course, watching me.

After what seemed like forever, a door opened and a nurse came
out. "Shoekisser? This way."

I followed her through the door, down a hall, and into an exam
room. She closed the door and said, "Take off your shirt and
pants."

I waited for her to leave but she made no move to do so.

"Now."

I complied. She took my clothes, looked me up and down, and
said, "Good, you can follow instructions. Sit on the end of the
table," with that she left.

Another long wait, sitting on the end of the table. Suddenly,
the door flew open and Dr. Mansoft stood in the doorway, wearing
a long white coat and the boots I remembered. She too inspected
my appearance, then,"Is that any way to greet a lady?"

I lept to my feet. She pointed to her black patent high-heeled
boots and I got the message. I knelt and kissed them.

"That's better. Now, take off your panties and lie on your back
on the table."

I did as instructed. The nurse adjusted my position, then
fastened a strap across my chest. My wrists were slipped into
loops in another strap, which then was fastened across my waist.
When she tightened the straps, I was immobilized. Another strap
went across my throat. It was loose enough that I could raise my
head about 2 inches, but no more.

"Was he here on time, nurse?"

"No, he was late."

"No I wasn't. I was in the receptionist's office at 1:30."

"That's not good enough. I expect you to be here in this room at
the appointed time. If that happens again, you will be
disciplined."

"Put your feet in the stirrups."

It was a struggle. I had to bring my knees up to my chest to do
it, but I managed to get the flats I was wearing into the metal
stirrups. The nurse fastened straps around my feet holding them
in place, then turned a crank which spread them wider apart,
until I thought I would split.

"Make a wish" she said and laughed.

"Ready, doctor."

The doctor, who had her back to me, turned to face me. She
looked at my exposed crotch and exclaimed, "What is all that
hair? I told you to shave your legs."

"I did shave my legs."

"I consider that to be leg hair. I refuse to examine a hairy
ape."

Then, to the nurse, "Would you shave him, please?"

The nurse produced shaving cream and a razor, and attacked my
crotch. In the process, she grabbed my cock and pulled to
stretch the skin tight. Soon I was hairless.

I heard the distinctive snap of a rubber glove, and felt a
gloved finger pressing on my anus. With a, "Relax" from the
doctor, her finger entered me. She poked and prodded for quite a
while.

I'd had a digital rectal exam before, by a male doctor, but it
was never as erogenous as this. I felt completely violated, but
was helpless to resist.

"Is that uncomfortable?"

"Yes"

"Too bad. Actually, you would be more comfortable lying on your
side with one knee drawn up, but then I wouldn't be able to see
the expression on your face, and what fun would that be for
me?"" It was a rhetorical question.

"OK, feel free to roll onto your side if you want too."

I, of course, couldn't move.

"Oh, that's right. You can't roll over. Too bad." She laughed.

Then something, probably her other hand, touched my balls, and
despite the discomfort, I started to get an erection. The nurse
noticed, and said, "It can't be too bad. In fact, I think he
likes it."

The doctor picked up a flexible metal tube about 2 feet long
with a knob on the end, and held it so I could see it. It looked
enormous.

"I can't feel anything out of the ordinary, so we'll take a look
with this."

The contraption disappeared from my field of vision, and soon I
felt something pressing on my anus. It felt bigger than the
finger, but she got it in me anyway. After it slipped in I felt
pressure in my abdomen.

"Oh, I forgot to mention that we need to inflate you with air so
we can see properly."

I bore down, trying to expel the air and relieve the pressure.
The doctor realized what I was doing, slapped me on the thigh,
and said, "Stop that."

I obeyed. The thing kept going deeper into me. I thought I would
burst.

"Have you had your tonsils removed?"

"Yes"

"That's too bad. I was going to offer to remove them while I'm
in there."

She was kidding, but it felt like I had been penetrated at least
as far as my tonsils.

"Nurse, look at his eyes and see if you can see light coming out
of them."

They both thought this was funny. I was not amused. Finally she
pulled the thing out of me. I felt like I was going to crap
right there on the table.

"Well, I don't see anything to worry about. We're going to do
some blood work, and I want to see you again next week. We'll
notify you as to date and time."

With that, she left. The nurse released me, and told me to get
dressed. She also told me to go to the lab to have blood drawn,
then return to the receptionist and have her remove my collar. I
put my panties, shirt and pants back on, and took the elevator
to the basement. I shared the elevator with two women, who
noticed the shoes and looked at me strangely. One said, "Cute
shoes."

At the lab, the pretty young phlebotomist looked at me and
scowled. Then she read my paper work and, I suspect, saw Dr.
Mansoft's name, which explained everything. In the process of
tying the band around my upper arm, she repeatedly nudged my bra
and smiled. She stopped just short of , "Copping a feel", but
the result was the same. I was embarrassed.

When I arrived at her counter, the receptionist came out, and
again spoke in a voice loud enough that all the women in the
waiting room heard her and stared at me..

"Did you enjoy your visit to Dr. Mansoft?"

"No"

"Oh, that's too bad. Here let me get your collar off. I'll keep
it here for your next visit."

I again took the stairs to avoid being closely inspected again
on the elevator. I walked outside, and called Ruth.

"Stay right there. I'll be there soon."

"Soon" turned out to be 45 minutes while I stood where everyone
entering or leaving the building could see me. I got more
stares, smiles, and comments.

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Chapter Four

Finally, Ruth arrived."Let's go get something for you to wear at
the party."

"What?"

She didn't answer, but just drove to a nearby mall, and lead me
into a costume store. We were apparently expected, because the
clerk took us into a dressing room. She left, and returned with
a French maid's dress.

"I can't wear that."

"Of course you can, unless you prefer to be unemployed. Now
remove your shirt and pants and put it on."

Reluctantly, I undressed. and put the dress on. It was low cut
and tight on top, and short on the bottom, barely covering the
tops of my hose.

"Yes! He makes a beautiful maid, but he needs bigger boobs,"
this from the clerk.

"And heels," Ruth added.

The clerk asked me what size shoe I wore and left. She soon
returned carrying a frilly petticoat, a bra, and shoe boxes. She
unzipped the back of the dress, and had me remove my bra. It was
replaced with a heavily padded bra. She also had me step into
the petticoat that fluffed the skirt out significantly, then sit
and try on a pair of black patent heels about 4 inches high.
Getting the heels on would be difficult under any circumstances,
but with the full petticoat getting in my way, it was almost
impossible. I finally managed to do it.

"Much better. We also have these with ankle straps."

"Yes, let's try those."

I replaced the pumps with the ankle strap pair, again with
difficulty, and managed to get the ankle straps fastened. Then
Ruth instructed me to stand and walk. Neither was easy, but I
succeeded without falling..

"He looks wonderful." Then to me, "OK, change back into your
shirt and pants, but leave the heels on. You obviously need
practice with them."

I walked through the mall to the car slowly with the expected
stares from shoppers.This time the shoes were even more obvious,
and the bra caused my shirt front to bulge. I wanted to hurry to
escape them but couldn't without risking a fall. When we got to
the car, I collapsed into the car seat.

"You probably don't want to go back to work dressed like that,
do you?"

"No" I said with relief. It was short-lived, however.

"Good, let's go get a drink instead."

So we stopped in a local bar that was crowded with the happy
hour crowd. More stares and chuckles, but at that point, I did
need a drink.

We spent Friday evening cleaning Ruth's house. Actually I did
most of the work while she supervised. She insisted I leave the
heels on, "To get used to them."

About midnight, Ruth decided it was time for bed and showed me a
couch to sleep on. I removed the shoes, left everything else on,
and was soon sound asleep.

Saturday morning we were back at it. A young girl about 18
joined us. She was introduced to me as Cindy, a local girl who
was going to help with the party. She was a knockout and I
couldn't keep my eyes off her.

We went to work without breakfast, and stopped about noon for a
light lunch. Then, back to preparing for the party. About 6,
Ruth told me to get dressed and call her when I had.

I went into the bathroom, put my petticoat and dress on, and
called Ruth. She made up my face and painted my nails, but did
nothing to feminize my hair, which was fairly short. When I
returned Cindy, who now was also wearing a maid's dress,
inspected me carefully, smiled but didn't say anything.

Ruth said, "You look Sweet. I think we'll call you Sally. Sweet
Sally. In fact, Sweet Sally Shoekisser. Has a nice ring to it,
doesn't it?"

"I want you to answer the door when guests arrive, and take
drink orders."

Of course, I created a sensation with each guest. Fortunately,
none of them knew me. Then it happened. I opened the door to see
Lola and Jean from work. "Well, isn't he sweet?" Many more
female employees arrived, each of which had something
embarrassing to say .

Then, another big shock. Dr Mansoft arrived, still wearing the
boots, but the white coat had been replaced by black leather
pants and a black vest. "Well, I must say you look much better
than the last time I saw you. You should wear that dress all the
time. Fix me a martini."

I was kept busy for hours fetching drinks. About 10.00 PM, one
of the women called Cindy, and she and another woman took her
into an adjacent room and closed the door. 20 minutes later,
Cindy emerged, with her hair a mess, her clothes disheveled, and
tears running down her cheeks. I had just started to wonder what
happened when Ruth told me to follow her into the room.

The room was almost empty except for a row of chairs along the
near wall, and a wooden X about 8 feet tall on the far wall.

"Stand with your stomach against the X frame."

When I had, I heard a motor whirring and the frame slowly raised
a couple of inches. A belt was fastened around my waist.

"Put your arms on the upper legs of the X"

After I had complied, straps secured my wrists. I then felt my
back of my dress and petticoat being raised, and my panties
pulled down to my ankles.

"Step out of your panties, and spread your legs."

After I had, my ankles were strapped to the frame. The frame
then bent in the middle and I was forced to bend over with it. I
realized why the frame had been raised, to get the hinges at my
waist, so that bending it wouldn't break me in half.

My restricted field of vision was suddenly filled with a dildo
attached to Ruth's crotch,

"Suck", as she forced it into my mouth. Reluctantly, I did.

It and Ruth disappeared, and shortly thereafter I felt something
touch my anus.

"Relax, and enjoy it. It will make it easier."

Then it was slid inside me. I did relax, but I won't claim I
enjoyed it. The sensation wasn't really painful, just mild
discomfort and a feeling of being filled. She pumped it in and
out a number of times Finally she pulled out.

Thinking it was over, I really relaxed. After a few minutes, the
thing appeared in my field of vision again, this time attached
to Lola. Fortunately, she didn't make me suck it, just showed it
to me.

"I think you are about to regret giving me a hard time at work."
She disappeared. Soon I was being penetrated again.

This procedure was repeated so many times, I lost count, but
most, if not all, the women at the party stuck it to me. I got
used to the routine.

Then came a big change. A new dildo appeared in front of my
face. It was black and at least half as big again as the
previous one. When I looked up, I saw Dr. Mansoft smiling
wickedly down at me.

"Enough of the preliminaries. Time for the main event. This is
going to be fun."

I had just started to protest that it wouldn't fit, when she
rammed it home. I felt like I had been split wide open. This was
real pain. She pounded away for what seemed like forever. I
screamed, and felt tears running down my cheeks.

Finally she pulled out. I felt her doing something to me but
couldn't tell what. Something smaller was shoved inside me, and
something was fastened around my waist.

She leaned close and whispered in my ear, "That was wonderful.
We'll have to do it again soon. I put a suppository in you to
help you heal. For some reason there is some tearing. I don't
understand why." She laughed.

"I fastened the suppository in place so it won't slip out. The
downside of that is nothing will be coming out of that opening
until I remove it, so I recommend you don't eat a lot of solid
food. I want to see you in my office on Monday. I'll have my
nurse notify you of the time. Tits and pumps."

"Excuse me?"

"I want to see tits and pumps on Monday, so wear that bra and
those shoes. Other than that, the dress code is the same."

She released my hands and feet. With difficulty, I straightened
up and turned around. I was greeted by a round of applause from
a room full of women that included everyone at the party.

Ruth took over, "That concludes the formal ceremony portion of
the evening. We'll re-convene when we have someone else to
initiate, or if one of our existing stable misbehaves. For now,
I see a lot of empty glasses, and I think our maid has rested
long enough."

I was suddenly surrounded by women holding glasses and barking
drink orders. I spent the next two hours serving drinks, with
difficulty, since I was having trouble walking. The crowd
gradually began to leave. I was required to hold the door open
for each of them, and listen to comments like,:

"You're a cute little piece of tail. I can hardly wait to do you
again."

"Don't worry. The first time is the hardest. You'll get used to
it, and eventually learn to like it."

Then I felt arms being wrapped around me from behind and hands
cupping my boobs. I turned to see it was Lola.

"You're much more fun to play with when you have tits. You must
wear them all the time."

Finally they were all gone, and I had a chance to run, well
limp, into the bathroom for a much-needed pit stop. I had to go
so bad I was in agony. I flipped the seat up, raised my skirts,
and reached for my crotch. Then I discovered the belt around my
waist had a piece that held my genitals down between my legs.
Frantic, I spun around and sat to relieve myself, forgetting
that the seat was up. I remembered when the cold porcelain
contacted my butt.

When I came out of the bathroom, Ruth was sitting on a couch.
She gestured for me to sit next to her, which I did with some
difficulty, and handed me a drink.

"Sit down and relax for a minute. the dirty glasses will wait.
You did well this evening. I'm going to let you sleep in a real
bed in the maid's room tonight instead of on the couch."

We sat for a while until we had finished our drinks. Then, back
to work cleaning up. Eventually everything was done, and she led
me down a hall to a bedroom.

"Wash that makeup off. I don't want you messing up the sheets.
You can hang your clothes in the closet. There's a nighty for
you to sleep in", indicating a sexy black nylon nightgown on the
bed. "Leave the panties on." With that she left.

The first thing to come off were the heels, which were killing
my feet. Then I removed the dress and petticoat and walked to
the closet for a hanger. I found one labelled, "Sally"

While hanging my clothes up I discovered 4 or 5 other maid's
dresses on hangers labelled with girl's names and an equivalent
number of black patent heels similar to mine on the floor under
each dress. Off came the bra, garter-belt, and hose. Then into
the bathroom to remove the makeup.

I pulled down the panties to sit and relieve myself. No chance
of repeating my previous contact with the cold porcelain; this
seat was fixed in the down position. I thought that was strange,
but, apparently men weren't expected to use this bathroom. But
then, why would they? This was the maid's room.

I remembered that I discovered when I was cleaning Ruth's
bathroom that that seat was fixed in the down position too. The
bathroom closest to the living room would be the logical one for
male visitors to use, and there weren't any men living here.
But, wait a minute, I thought, Ruth has a teenage son. I wonder
where he is. I'll have to ask her.

I inspected the thing around my waist and discovered it
consisted of a belt with a strap going between my legs and
fastening in the back. There was an opening to permit me to
empty my bladder, provided I was seated. It was secured in back
with a padlock. It wasn't coming off.

I put the panties back on, as instructed, pulled the nighty over
my head, and fell into bed. I had trouble finding a comfortable
position, but eventually fell asleep.

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Chapter Five

The next thing I knew Ruth was standing beside the bed.

"It's 10 AM and time to be up. Don't bother getting completely
dressed. Just put on your garter-belt, hose and heels with the
nighty."

I hit the head, got dressed as instructed, then went down the
hall to the living room. Ruth and Cindy were sitting there
drinking bloody Marys. Cindy handed me one.

"Cindy made eggs Benedict, but I recommend you follow doctor's
orders and don't eat anything solid. She'll make you some soup
later."

After the second bloody Mary, I got nerve enough to ask Ruth
about her son.

"I'll let Cindy answer that."

"Well, John went away and I took his place."

"That's true, Cindy, but not the whole story. Tell him the rest
of it."

"Actually, I am John, or was. Now I'm Cindy."

I was shocked. I had never met the kid, but I had heard stories
about how bad he was. I had seen pictures. He looked like
trouble, while Cindy was beautiful.

At this point Ruth took over. "As you know John was rebellious.
He wore ridiculous punk clothes, and was pierced in all the
wrong places. He was always in trouble, drinking in public,
street racing, and in general, was a real problem. The last time
he was arrested the judge was ready to send him to jail. I
convinced him to sentence John to house arrest under my strict
supervision. The judge agreed, with the understanding that the
first time he screwed up he would go to jail."

"Since his clothes were a symbol of the problem I threw then all
out and replaced them with girl's clothes. John became Cindy and
has been a model citizen since. Of course, he knows I won't
hesitate to blow the whistle on him and send him to jail. With
his hairless body, plucked eyebrows, and the feminine mannerisms
he has developed, what happened to him last night would be
nothing compared to what his fellow inmates would do to him."

"After he was properly dressed and deflowered by most of the
women that did you last night, he was much easier to control. He
gets a little reminder every time the group gets together so he
doesn't back-slide."

"The other dresses in the maid's closet. Are they John's.....
uh..... Cindy's?"

Ruth stared at me for a long minute.

"I'll let you in on a little secret, and it better remain a
secret or you'll be wearing that maid's outfit full time."

The tone of her voice let me know she wasn't kidding.

"Those dresses belong to some of your male co-workers."

"What? Who?"

"I'm not going to tell you who. Let's see if you can figure it
out for yourself, but don't you dare talk about it at work to
anyone. I will tell you that the men working for the company
fall into two groups. They either have gone through what you did
last night, or they will in the future."

Again I was shocked. I tried to think if any of the guys showed
any signs, but was unsuccessful. I do remember one showing up on
a Monday walking funny and claiming to have pulled a muscle over
the weekend.

Shortly thereafter, I got up and walked, somewhat painfully in
the heels, into the bathroom. This time I remembered to leave
the seat down. When I returned I mentioned that my feet hurt.

"Oh, we can fix that. Go get your flats out of my car." She
handed me her car keys.

"Outside? Dressed like this?"

"Sure. I doubt that any of the neighbors will see you, if you
hurry, and we don't have much traffic on this street, except
people going to church on Sunday. Oh, that's right, this is
Sunday. Well, just walk fast."

I ran to the car, a neat trick in heels. The car was in the
driveway in full view of the street. I heard a couple of cars
drive past. I didn't take time to look to see if I was being
observed. I would rather not know. I got the door opened, and
looked for the flats. I finally found them under the front seat.
I replaced the heels with flats, and ran back to the house,
carrying the heels. I suspected that if I left them in the car,
I would be coming back again to get them.

We spent a quiet, relaxing day talking and reading. I even took
a nap in the maid's room. I remained on a liquid diet all day.
"Oh well," I thought, "you can afford to lose a few pounds."

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Chapter Six

Monday morning we were all up early.

"Remember you need to wear the padded bra and heels for Dr.
Mansoft. Put the bra on now, and take the heels along.. You can
wear the flats."

"You mean wear the padded bra and flats all day at work?"

"Sure, all the women that will be there saw you at the party, so
it won't be anything new to them."

"What about the men and visitors?"

"Men don't count. We'll try to keep visitors away from you, at
least as much as possible."

That was certainly reassuring.

After I was dressed in padded bra, panties, garter belt, hose,
and flats, Ruth applied makeup. At least I got to wear pants and
a shirt for the first time in 36 hours, but the white shirt
didn't hide my filled black bra.

At work, I was greeted by knowing smiles and smart remarks from
the women who had witnessed my humiliation Saturday night.

"Here's our little maid."

"Why are you walking funny? Did you hurt yourself?"

"Did you enjoy the party?"

There was much laughter at my expense, and Lola had to again
check out my newly developed tits.

The promised attempt to keep visitors away from me had little
effect. One particularly attractive female representative of a
very important customer insisted she had to meet with me. She
looked at my made-up face and greeted me with, "You look
different. Did you get new glasses" and a laugh. She offered to
take me out to lunch, which I politely declined.

I managed to suffer through the day until it was time to get
ready for my appointment with Dr. Mansoft.

At about 2:00, Ruth took me into the ladies room and redid my
makeup. She had me change into the heels. Then she announced
that today was the day when our company Christmas card picture
would be taken. Of course, I was in the middle of the front row.
The card was to be mailed to all our customers and suppliers.
When I complained, I was threatened with taking the picture with
me in the maid's outfit. I quit complaining.

Leaving the ladies room, I bumped, literally, into the visiting
woman customer.

"My, you've gotten taller. Are you sure I can't buy you lunch?"

Ruth came to my defense. "Unfortunately, he has a doctor's
appointment that he doesn't' want to miss, right?

Frantic to get the plug out of my butt, I said, "Right"

"However, I'm sure he'd like a rain check."

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Chapter Seven

Ruth drove me to the medical center, but instead of dropping me
off, she parked and got out of the car. I followed her into the
building . We went first to the receptionist..

"Oh, look at the tits and pumps. Dr. Mansoft will be pleased."
Then, indicating the waiting room full of women, "Tell these
nice women what you're wearing and why."

Remembering the last time when she dragged every detail out of
me, I decided to cover all the bases the first time, and,
hopefully, shorten the humiliation.

"I'm wearing a black bra, black panties, black garter belt,
black hose, and black patent heels, because Dr. Mansoft insists
on it when I visit her office."

"Very good, but aren't you forgetting something?"

"I don't think so."

"What is the belt around your waist under your panties attached
to?"

Damn, this was really embarrassing. How did she know?

"I have a plug in my butt for medical reasons."

I was afraid we would go into the events that preceded the
installation of the plug, but, mercifully, she announced, "I'm
sure these ladies would like to hear about why you needed the
medication, but we don't want you to be late for your
appointment do we?"

She produced the collar and leash and attached them. The three
of us walked to the elevator.They preceded me so I had two pair
of sexy shoes to concentrate on.

After we got on the elevator, the receptionist said, I like you
in heels, but they make you taller than me and that's not good.
I think you should kneel like the first time"

I knelt. Two women got on, looked at the bulges in my shirt
front and smiled. One of them stepped to the side so she could
see my heels. "I see Dr. Mansoft is at it again."

"Yes, she keeps finding new ones."

"Have you seen Fink?"

"No"

"He now wears a nurses uniform, the only nurse in the building
who wears a skirt."

"That must be a sight."

"It is. Dr, Mansoft put him on a diet, and he's lost 50 pounds,
but he still looks ridiculous."

All four women laughed.

I didn't completely understand that, but wasn't sure I wanted
to.

Just inside the waiting room door Ruth unhooked the leash and
said, "Go tell the receptionist you're here to see Dr. Mansoft.
Then stand by the counter." The two of them sat down.

I did as I was told. Walking in the heels was difficult, but
standing and waiting was agony.

Finally, after a long wait, the nurse appeared and led me into
the exam room.

"Take off your shirt and pants." This time she took them but
didn't leave.

She stood looking at my hairless body in bra, panties, garter
belt, hose, and heels. "Now, take off your panties and bend over
the end of the table."

After I did, "I'm tired of being a spectator for these exams.
Why should the doctor have all the fun? Plus I missed the party
Saturday night. Spread your legs. I don't see the need for
strapping you down, as long as you're a good boy and don't move.
Can you do that?"

"Yes"

I felt her doing something with the lock on the back of the
device around my waist. The belt went slack. then the plug in my
butt was removed.

"If you're thinking about a bowel movement, forget it. You will
clean up any mess you make."

Fortunately, the urge was minor, and disappeared completely with
her threat. The liquid diet I had been on had its advantages.
She put on rubber gloves, and inserted a finger into me. She
probed for a while, then I felt her other hand grasp my balls. I
got excited.

"I think you have learned to like anal sex."

Eventually she got tired of playing with me, and left with,
"Stay in that position!"

I was uncomfortable bent over with my erection pressing against
the table, but was afraid to move.

Finally, the door opened and the doctor walked in followed by
the nurse.

"It seems like every time I see you you're in that position. You
must like it. Straighten up and greet me properly."

I straightened, knelt, still erect, and kissed her beautiful
shiny black boots.

"That's enough." She nudged my erection with a boot toe.

"Get on the table on your back."

I did, and, without being told, put my black patent heels in the
stirrups.

"You are becoming well trained."

She too shoved a rubber gloved finger into me and felt around.
The she repeated the examination with the lighted probe.

"OK. Get dressed, and come to my office. The nurse will show you
where it is."

She left, but the nurse stayed and watched me put my panties,
shirt and slacks back on. She insisted that I tuck my shirt into
my panties, which emphasized the tightness across the boobs, and
exposed the lace top of the panties to view. She led me down the
hall to the doctor's office, opened the door, and after I had
entered, closed it.

The doctor was sitting behind her desk. She didn't offer me a
seat so I stood.

"You know, you are lucky to have the boss you do. I had never
met her before this past weekend, but I can see we think a lot
alike, and I look forward to future parties at her house.

We didn't find anything seriously wrong with you, but I want to
see you again in three months. My dress code will remain in
place, and Ruth tells me you'll be complying with it all the
time anyway."

That was a bit if a shock, but my immediate concern was the
reason I was here in the first place.

"But what was causing the blood."

"We're not completely sure. We will have to run some more tests.
That's why I'll see you again. Call the receptionist to make an
appointment three months from now. In the mean time, there's
nothing to worry about."

"You mean I went through all that for nothing?"

"I wouldn't say nothing. From your standpoint, we've ruled out
any serious problems, you've been introduced to a new way of
life, and I'm sure you'll be a better employee because of it.
And I've found a new friend and kindred spirit in Ruth. I'll see
you again in three months or at Ruth's next party, whichever
comes first."

I knew that "I'll see you" meant inside and out, in another
embarrassing situation.

With that she ended the conversation by getting up, walking to a
door, opening it, and, while standing in the doorway in view of
everyone in the waiting room, pointed to her boots, and said,
"Goodbye".

I knelt again and kissed her boots.

Ruth, who was sitting in the waiting room, drove me back to
work, where she insisted I wear the heels the rest of the day.

Since then, I wear panties, garter belt, and hose every day at
work, and keep my legs, in fact my entire body, shaved. I don't
wear flats or heels or a bra except on special occasions. So
normally nothing shows, but the feminine undergarments are a
constant reminder. Of course, occasional comments from the women
also serve to keep me from forgetting.

Two weeks later, the day Max returned to the office, was a
special occasion, requiring flats and a bra. It was a
particularly frustrating day for me, with a steady stream of
comments from female co-workers. I even had my bra strap
snapped.

I decided I had to do something to get out of this situation. I
told Max I needed to talk to him, hoping he wouldn't notice the
bra and flats. He invited me into his office.

I told him about my conversation with Ruth concerning my
employment status and salary increase, and everything Ruth had
done to me. He got up and closed the door. He then said he
couldn't help me. To prove his point, he dropped his pants to
reveal garter belt, panties, and hose similar to mine.

This situation had reached a new low. If Ruth could do this to
the President of the company, what chance did I have?

A few days later Ruth called everyone together.

"There are going to be some changes around here. Effectively
immediately, I will be President of the company. I have decided
I don't like Max."

This brought a gasp from some of the employees, even though they
were used to males being put down.

"What I mean is I don't like the name 'Max'. It doesn't suit
him. I am going to change his name from 'Max' to 'Min' In fact I
think we'll call him 'Mini'. It's more appropriate for the
little man he is. He will continue to work here, but will
concentrate on sales."

I looked at him. He was looking at the floor, and wouldn't make
eye contact with anyone.

So Ruth moved into the big corner office, and openly ran the
company. The male employees were all downgraded in status and
the women upgraded. Some men quit and the remainder were all one
at a time invited to a party at Ruth's and introduced to maid
service and the dildo. We men were also required to have
periodic "physicals" in Dr. Mansoft's office.

I did get a raise large enough that I could start paying down my
credit cards, but not big enough that I could save anything or
even think about looking for another job. I sensed that Ruth was
prepared to tell our competitors or anyone else that I
interviewed for what my status was. She would make it difficult
to leave.

I'm not sure what hold Ruth had on the other men, but in every
case it was effective.

O, and the source of the blood in my panties?

A simple case of hemorrhoids.

End of story

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When can I see the doctor? I want a boss like that. I am
available for slaveship as a sissy.

This is a wonderful story for those of us that dream of
servitude. Keep them coming.

A wonderful story. One that many male slaves like myself
fantasize and wish for. To be taken and used in such a manner is
truly a slavesluts dream. Wish it could happen to me. Keep up
the good writing.

Thank you, jim and slavedarling.
There are more stories coming.

First story i've read on here since i joined. Can't wait for the
next chapter. If the rest of the stories are half as good then
i'll be really happy i joined.