Hot Kiss Red

by Sarah Acklin

 

"Would you stop that please?" I said to my boss.

I kept my voice down as much as possible because I didn’t want his secretary to hear. If Suzy hadn’t been outside the office I probably would have yelled at him as he toyed my swollen nipples.

Which would have been stupid because that would have only given him a reason to think up one more sexual humiliation for me. Not that the bastard needed any reason or that I would have objected.

I guess I should explain. My name, most of the time, is Scott Ortiz; I’m a manager for a construction company in a mid-western city. The name of the city isn’t important, just say that it’s big enough that you’ve probably heard of it but small enough that you don’t know anything about it.

The company I worked for was mid-sized and specialized in starter homes. We also had a small maintenance department. Most new homes are sold with a guarantee now days. It can be 1 to 5 years depending upon the house and the savvy of the buyer. That’s where I work. My job consisted of ordering supplies making sure they are delivered to the craftsman: carpenters, electricians, etc. assigning jobs, doing punches and placating the occasional disgruntled customer.

It was a good job, it paid fairly well and I was working with and for people I liked.

Then he came along, John H. the new owner.

We had a feeling that Mr. McNeil might sell. He was getting up in years, was rich enough, and he had no one to leave the company to. His kids had careers and weren’t interested in taking over so it made good sense to sell.

 

The construction business in my town was always a kind of cozy little club. Everyone had his or her niche and no one tried to upset the apple cart.

Until John H came along. No one seemed to know where he came from or where he got his money. All we know is one day there was an announcement in our daily paper that the Kae Company had been purchased by John H Construction. We didn’t even know Kae was for sell.

Next came Homeways followed soon after that by Miller. Keep in mind all these are small or mid-sized companies. Taken one at a time they meant nothing, taken all together it meant there was a new player on the field.

About six months later Tsongas was bought up. No great loss as Tsongas was a crook, not a crook really just he liked to cut corners, too many corners.

We all knew people at the companies that had been bought up so of course we talked. John H followed the nearly the same pattern at all of them. He would come into the offices introduce himself, mouth the usual platitudes, set up shop, fire a few people and bring in his own senior managers at each company. He would only stay long enough to buy the next company.

In every company he bought he installed new state of the art computer systems designed to make the offices more efficient. Apparently some people weren’t meeting efficiency targets because generally soon after the new systems came in more people went out.

With all that said, none of us were surprised when that Monday Mr. McNeil announced that we were to become the newest member of the John H family of companies. Although most of us had already met him Mr. McNeil introduced John to us.

I had met him before on a few occasions, we all had. Trade conventions, builders association meetings that type of thing. He wasn’t particularly tall I guess an inch or two above average, dark and lean with dark almost black eyes. The few times I had spoken with him I had the impression that he was an arrogant prick who would shoot his mother to keep his trigger finger supple.

Well he followed the same pattern as with the other companies. A few days after the announcement he set up in Mr. McNeil’s old office and began calling people in. Most of us had a good idea as to who would be let go and who would be kept.

Mid-level guys and gals like me were pretty safe for now; he only replaced the senior big salary people. Unfortunately that meant my boss, a good guy named Bob was gone by weeks end, as were the vice-president, general manger and a few others.

He brought in a few of his own people to take their places. Although I couldn’t help but notice that he had lain off or fired seven people and only 3 took their places. I guess we were going to do more with less, work smarter not harder, blah, blah, blah.

The new general manager, a woman named Rene announced that we were going to be given a long weekend, with pay to allow for the installation of a new computer system that would link to the internet and to our suppliers.

Yes! A three-day weekend I thought. That meant I would have a Friday at home to engage in my favorite hobby undisturbed.

You see I’m a crossdresser. I love wearing girl’s clothes, the more girlie the better. There is nothing I love more than a pair of thigh hi stockings, sky-high heels and a baby doll nightie.

I should have pointed out earlier that I’m married. My wife is a wonderful woman, tall, slim, good looking with great legs. She’s great in the sack, if a little conventional, and she hates, I mean HATES my hobby.

I told her about it a few years into our marriage.

I thought it would lead us to a stronger more loving marriage.

Was I nuts?

To say she didn’t take it well would be a huge understatement. After a lot of yelling, tears and anger we settled into the state of denial we’re now in. She pretends I’m not a crossdresser and I pretend I’m happy.

I use free time from work and the times that she is away to indulge myself. I slip into something pretty and spend my time on the Internet looking for stories about and pictures of other pretty t-girls.

Friday arrived and I did what I always do at these times, I got up and pretended to leave for work. I stopped at a nearby Denny’s and had breakfast until I was sure she was out of the house. Then I slipped back in.

I wanted to make the most of my time so I practically ran from the garage into the house. I had my company polo shirt off before I was through the kitchen.

I had taken a long shower and had shaved extra close so I didn’t have that problem. Still I had the problem of body hair.

I had picked up a few clever strategies, mostly from the Internet and LadyLike Magazine, for dealing with the issue.

One trick is to keep certain areas shaved at all times, hands, toes that sort of thing. Another is to use hair clippers set on the lowest setting to thin your hair that way the hair isn’t as noticeable then you lighten the hair. The transition, if you do decide to shave isn’t so clear to the casual observer.

Another is to keep your eyebrows neat and trim at all times. Not a real feminine arch, just clean and tidy.

Since I didn’t have to shave I had just one decision; did I want to dress slutty or sluttier? You see I’m not exactly a librarian when dressed. I want to look hot and for me hot means lingerie and high heels. My motto is " The higher the heel, the closer to God."

I had already narrowed my choices down to two outfits: One was my black lace tummy control corset with four black straps, long black lace top stockings and six inch spike stilettos or my pink baby doll nightie with matching panties either regular or crotch less, tan lace top thigh hi stockings and pink 4 inch marabou mules.

I chose the latter.

The first thing I did was moisturize all over with Lubriderm lotion. I started at my feet and worked up. When I got to my little friend he was rock hard and dripping goo. It was all I could do not to take hold of him and make him squirt but I wanted to make the anticipation last.

I then proceeded to paint my toenails. I went with a shade of bright red called Hot Kiss Red, I always keep my nails in good shape for times like these so it only took a little while to have them all bright and pretty. It’s amazing how a simple coat of nail polish can feminize ones feet.

While I waited for my newly painted toes to dry I put on my make-up. Because I don’t do it a lot I’m no expert on it so I stick with the basics. My wife and I have the same coloration so I use her foundation. I then put on a little eyeliner, mascara and blush. I finished up with two coats of bright red lipstick. Also, Hot Kiss Red. Not perfect, but good.

My toenails were dry by then so it was time to get dressed. I would do my fingernails and put on my wig last.

I slid the tan stockings up my long legs and pulled them taut. I then stepped into my lovely pink mules. These are my favorite shoes. They are so pretty and femme that they make my heart race. Seeing my pretty red toenails through the tan stockings and peeking through the marabou, my little girl became so hard I couldn’t take it any more.

I pulled my make-up chair in front of the full-length mirror on the back of my bedroom door. I positioned myself so I could comfortably stroke myself while I could see the most of the pretty boy/girl in the mirror. I pulled my knees back so that I could see my bottom and balls.

I squirted a little lotion in my left hand and took hold of my little girl. (A funny thing, I’m right-handed but when I pleasure myself in girl mode I prefer my left hand, I’ve never been able to understand that.)

I started slowly; I used my thumb to rub my natural girly-goo into the head. I slowly and smoothly ran my hand up and down the shaft, I began to play with my nipples with my right hand, first I tweaked my right nipple then slowly slid my hand to my left. Back and forth my hand went alternatively stroking and pinching them. My left hand moved faster and faster as my breathing became more ragged.

Finally, quicker than I wanted, but not fast enough, I came. A huge shuddering climax with loads of cum. I watched it fly through the air and several globs hit the girly-boy in the mirror, some hit the floor and the last on my hand drooling down across my smooth ball sack.

After I came down and my breathing returned to normal I began to clean up my mess. I licked my hand clean and wiped the mirror.

Time to finish dressing.

I picked up the two pair of panties from the bed. Did I want the crotch less with the bow on the front and the thong back or the sheer panties with three rows of ruffles across the back?

Since I expected to be hard most of the day I of course went crotch less. Like I said, when the choice is slutty or sluttier I always choose sluttier.

I slipped off my shoes and slid the panties up my legs and adjusted my little girl who was already beginning to become hard again (bad girl). I slipped on my shoes again and dropped my pink nightie over my head.

Other than my pink mules the nightie is my favorite piece of clothes. It is sleeveless and sheer with spaghetti straps and marabou trim at the neck and hem. It ends just below my ball-sack and feels so good against my skin.

I slipped on my wig. It’s chestnut brown and is a bob-cut that frames my face naturally.

I sissied into the computer room and switched it on. I logged on and went to my favorite, Crystal’s Story Site, to see if my favorite author GingerFred Man had uploaded another story.

GingerFred or G-man is a great writer of Sodomistic fiction. His writing has lots of hot sissy sex. Usually young teenage sissy boys who come into their own and end up as very happy girls "with something extra."

He didn’t have any new stories but I again read my favorite, "Tradition." As I was reading I painted my fingernails.

"Tradition" is the story of a teenage boy who discovers that his father, who has no name, is a sissy and how the boy discovers that he is also a sissy. There is so much sissy sex in that story it’s unbelievable. My favorite scene is when the boy is sitting on his bed the feminized father comes in and the boy provides dad with sexual relief.

 

Well after reading that my little girl was begging for attention again. Since my nails were now dry I figured it was time to help her out.

I took her in hand and once again rubbed the drippy goo around the head. I squirted a generous helping of Lubriderm with my right hand and adjusted my bottom so that it was just on the edge of the chair.

I began to rub my balls with my right hand while my left slowly worked up and down my little friend.

My right hand slid down my balls and made it’s way to my back door. Gently, my middle finger began to insinuate it’s way into my warm tight spot. I began to move it gently in and out going a little deeper which each thrust. After a few minutes it was all the way in.

Oh God what a feeling!

Fortunately my need wasn’t as urgent this time, I planned to make this one last.

I slid my left hand up and down my slick shaft. I leave my fingernails just a little long, not so much that anyone would pay attention but enough to make running them up and down my little girl thrilling. I was leaking pre-cum like crazy now. I was on the verge of a powerful orgasm so I stopped to let myself come back down.

My breathing came back down and I slowly began to build back up again. I did that several times, building up just to the point shattering climax and coming back from the brink.

I kept my right hand busy in my back door, first pumping and then twirling.

My knees were now pulled up and back to my chest. My ass was thrusting forward to meet my hand. I tried to stop and couldn’t, cum flew everywhere: Into the air, onto the computer keyboard and on me. I was blinded by the pleasure.

I don’t know how long I sat there. I was completely drained. Finally after what must have been several minutes I began to recover.

My finger seemed to have had a mind of its own as it was still in me and moving around, giving me little ripples of pleasure. I reluctantly pulled it out and began to clean up my gooey mess.

It was now noon and still had a few hours left, what to do?

Of course, clean the kitchen and get a start on dinner. Now most of us wouldn’t think that that’s a fun thing to do. But there is something so girlie about moving around the kitchen in 4-inch heels.

Three hours and two orgasms later, I’m an insatiable little slutty girl. We had a very clean kitchen and a good dinner in the oven.

I used the last hour before my wife arrived to ungirl. I had to be quick and careful; about 15 minutes before my wife arrived I was back in full boy mode.

My wife loved the dinner.

Now you’re asking what does all this have to do with me being on my knees topless in my bosses office while he tormented my nipples. I’m getting to that.

Monday, I arrived at work to a new computer system and two days of training.

We began all of our ordering through the Internet. We were linked to our suppliers and they delivered right to the jobs. All the billing and payments were also made online no paper and very few phone calls.

Things were much more efficient and faster. But, best of all we had full high-speed access to the Internet, no blockage. I know I tried.

I started out reading newspapers on line and then moved on to other things. I tried a couple of fairly innocent sites J.Lo .com, that type of thing and they weren’t blocked. I then moved onto some soft core girly sites still no blocking. Then I hit a T-girl site at Geocities, it came in and no alarms went off.

I’m one of those guys who likes to come in to work early; settle in have a cup of coffee plan my day before everyone else gets in. Because of that I had a key to the office and I opened up for the others.

Now that I had Internet access I had even more reason to get in early. I used my hour or so before everyone came in to surf the net. By the end of the first two weeks I was surfing all of my favorite t-girl sites on a daily basis.

I was really stupid.

A month after the new system was installed I was in the office early as usual, checking out Fictionmania when an e-mail popped up on my screen, Outlook is always on in our systems. It was John. He wanted to see me in his office! I didn’t even realize there was anyone in the building.

I quickly got out of Fictionmania grabbed a cup of coffee and walked the few steps to John’s office.

I knocked and stepped inside. John was sitting behind Mr. McNeil’s, now his, desk looking at his computer screen.

"Hi boss, you wanted to see me?"

He looked up, smiled and told me to have a seat.

I sat and sipped my coffee as he turned back to the screen. He looked at me and smiled again.

 

"You’ve been with the company about 9 years haven’t you Scott?" he asked out of the blue.

" A little over nine," I replied, " Remember we talked about that when you took over here"

" I remember. So you like it here?" Once again the smile.

I was beginning to wonder what was going on. Was I about to become a layoff victim?

"Of course I like it. It’s a great place with great people. What’s not to like?" I replied, trying to sound confident.

"Then maybe you can explain this too me."

He swung the computer screen around and as I saw the image displayed I knew I was now one of the unemployed.

The Fictionmania main page was displayed. Somehow he knew about my surfing.

I couldn’t speak I could barely breath.

"You’ve been one busy little web porn surfer over the last month. What a list. You must have gone through over three dozen transvestite sites. You seem to have a certain affinity for transvestite bondage sites. What’s up with that?" He asked sardonically.

"I I I I can explain," I stammered, "It’s like an addiction, I’ve tried to stop but can’t, I’m sorry it wont happen again. I swear." It all rushed out at once.

" MMMM HHMMM, well what about this?"

He slid a manila file folder across the desk at me and I opened it. I then knew that not only was I out of a job. I was out of a marriage and would probably lose everything.

Inside the folder were pictures of me at my desk masturbating. In some I was wearing panties. I occasionally wore them to work under my boy clothes. There were even a few of me cleaning my mess up in my own way.

I was stunned speechless. I was frozen to my chair my whole world had crumpled. 9 years of hard work down the drain. My wife would leave me and if this got out I’d never be able to work in the construction business again.

My voice finally came back to me. "I’ll clear out my desk and be gone in an hour. I know you wont give me a reference but if you’ll just tell everyone I quit on my own I’ll be so grateful." I whispered.

My humiliation was so great I couldn’t look at him. I just stared at the incriminating photos hoping that they would go away.

Somewhere someone was asking me a question. "Are you wearing them now?"

"What?"

"I said are you wearing panties now?"

I was still so stunned I nodded yes.

"Let me see them."

"I don’t understand, what?"

"Do you want to save your job?"

I nodded

"Do you want to be a laughing stock in the construction business in this town?"

Shake no.

"Then stand up and show me your panties you sissy boy"

I was finally coming around. Why did he want to see my panties? It made no sense. Did he say save my job? Was this some sort of trick, one last humiliation before he threw me out?

"If I show you my panties you wont fire me?"

"I didn’t say that." He replied "I said you may save your job if you show me your panties. I may still chuck your ass out. It’s a chance you’ll have to take. Don’t show and you’ll be out. Show me and who knows."

My brain was not functioning; I could hear the blood rushing in my ears. Part of me said run, run now.

I stood slowly staring at the floor. I looked at the door. I moved. I looked at the door again.

My hands went to my belt and began to undo it. I unbuttoned and unzipped and slowly, I think it was slowly. Everything was going slow and fast at the same time.

I pushed the pants down past my hips and displayed my light blue panties.

"Take them all the way off"

I pushed my pants down farther until they fell to the floor. I tried to lift my leg to pull them off over my shoes and nearly fell over. I took a deep breath knelt down and slipped off my shoes.

I pulled off my pants and stood my breathing in shallow gasp. Still I stared at the floor.

"The shirt and socks." He barked.

I pulled the company polo shirt over my head and slipped off my socks.

There I stood in all my shame and humiliation waiting for him to throw me out. Praying that this was all a nightmare.

"Turn around, face the door."

I faced the door.

"Okay, turn back around."

I turned back to face him.

He was still sitting behind his desk completely calm and composed.

"Have a seat." He gestured to the chair.

I shuffled to the chair and sat down still not looking up.

"So tell me about yourself" he said.

"What?"

He sighed, "How long have you been a sissy boy?"

"I’m not a sissy boy. I’m a crossdresser."

He chuckled "If I say you’re a sissy boy that’s what you are. How many crossdresser do you think lick their own cum off their hands?"

I shrugged.

"Now, how long have you been a sissy boy? What type of clothes do you wear? Does your wife know? Have you ever been with a man?"

He bombarded me with questions. He kept them coming so fast that I didn’t have time to catch my breath or get my thoughts together. I told him everything.

After a while the questions stopped. I glanced up and then back down.

"Okay get dressed and go back to work" "Tomorrow be wearing stockings when you come to work."

"Yes John" I scrambled to get my clothes on and out of his office.

 

I sat in my office trembling in fear and humiliation. I almost threw up a couple of times.

I had to think. How, why, the how was obvious. They had installed some type of tracking software on the new system. It didn’t block porn sites it must have set off some kind of alarm and then kept a record of it.

The pictures were harder; he must have installed a surveillance system when they were running the cable lines for the computers.

But why? Why would he want to spy on his employees and more importantly for me why would he do this to me?

I hid in my office for the rest of the day avoiding calls and not even going to lunch.

I waited until I thought everyone was out of the office and then slipped home.

I slunk by my wife telling her I wasn’t feeling well and went straight to bed. I laid there with the lights off trying to figure out what I was going to do.

When my wife came to bed I pretended to be sleeping. Eventually, well after midnight I drifted into a fitful sleep.

My dreams were punctured with nightmarish images.

In the dream I remember I was on the building site of a new house. I was in drag I know even though I couldn’t see in what and my black six-inch pumps. My coworkers, males and females surrounded me, building crews and office staff, who laughed and jeered at me while pinching my nipples and squeezing and slapping my ass. Some of them rubbed my smooth thighs and one grabbed my hand and put it on his crotch. I wanted to run but couldn’t. Suddenly John was there, he had me by the wrist and was dragging me up the stairs. We were almost at the top when I awoke with a start, my heart pounding like trip-hammer.

 

Chapter 2

I looked at the time and decided to get up. I padded to my den and opened the closet where I keep my other wardrobe. I looked through my panties and choose the plainest pair I could find. A pair of cobalt blue mesh g-strings. I decided on my tan lace top thigh-highs. They were sexy and looked great on my long legs but they were the least erotic stockings I had.

I slipped down the hall to bathroom and took my shower. While in the shower I looked at my legs and wondered if I should shave them. What the hell, no point antagonizing John. I grabbed my razor and quickly ran it across my legs. I got out, moisturized and dressed. I kissed my wife good-bye while she lay in bed and quickly scooted out of the house. I had to stay away from her in case she was feeling amorous

I arrived at work at my usual time and sat and waited and thought and waited some more. I tried to do some work. I looked at some of the work request that had come in and wondered what those guys on the building sites were doing. Which brought my dream back in full force. God what did all that mean.

The sound of the phone shocked me out of my reverie. I answered; it was John, telling me to come to his office.

I grabbed a cup of coffee and made my way the few steps to his office, again. I knocked waited a second, screwed up my courage and opened the door.

"Yea boss," I said trying to sound normal and nonchalant as I stepped in.

"Come in"

I stepped closer to his desk and stood there.

He didn’t say anything, he just looked at me, and his dark eyes seemed to burn me.

My heart pounded furiously as I hoped he would tell me to sit down and we would discuss business.

After what seemed like an eternity I realized what he was waiting for.

I groaned inwardly and began to pull my shirt over my head. I hung it over the back of the chair. I used the same chair to steady myself as I removed my shoes and socks. I unbuckled my belt and let my pants slide down. This time I didn’t let them fall to the floor. My disrobing was a little more graceful this time.

I stood nearly naked and once again completely humiliated in front of my boss.

"Turn"

I turned.

"Turn"

I turned back.

"Very pretty" he remarked dryly. "Sit down."

Like an automaton I sat in front of him. I sat as straight as I could. Trying to maintain some sense of dignity, which was ridiculous under the circumstances.

Once again he pelted me with questions, some he had asked before others were new. He asked me about my fantasies, he also seemed to have a great interest in my girlie wardrobe.

I walked him through my entire stash of girlie clothes. He didn’t write anything down but I had no doubt he was making mental note of everything.

When he was done he dismissed by telling me I could get dressed and go back to work.

I pulled my shirt and pants on first. I sat to pull my shoes on; as I reached for my socks he said, "You wont need those."

"What?" I asked.

"You wont need the socks anymore. Put them in the trash."

"But suppose someone sees my ankles, the stockings?"

"If you’re worried about it, be careful."

"But…" I began to argue, understood that it would be no use and dropped the socks into the trashcan beside his desk.

I slipped my deck shoes on; they felt very loose, and stepped toward the door.

"Oh one more thing. What was the name of that nail polish lipstick combo you said you use?"

"Hot Kiss Red?" I managed to choke out.

"Yes, that’s it. Toenails tomorrow." "Also, I may do an ankle check sometime today if I see anything but nylon well, you know"

"Yes John." I nodded.

I turned and fled from the office. Today’s humiliation took just less than 30 minutes.

The rest of the day was a blur. I couldn’t hide in my office as I had the day before. I had to interact with my coworkers. The fact that I was wearing panties and hose under my pants was distracting to the point that I could barely function. It was frightening in the extreme especially when I thought that someone might see my nylon covered ankles but it was also very exciting. My little friend was tortured in his confinement. Fortunately the panties I was wearing were tight enough to hide my arousal.

I rushed home to be there ahead of my wife. I stripped off my girlie stuff put it away and waited for my wife to get home.

I was on her before she could get in the door good. She hadn’t even put her bag down when I had her in my arms and was delivering a crushing kiss on her. I pushed her against the wall and pinned her there. I pushed her skirt up her legs and squeezed her ass cheeks through her pantyhose with my right hand. I held her head with my left as I tried to force my tongue down her throat. I pulled the bun at the back of her head until her black hair fell loose. I was forcing her pantyhose down while I held her against the wall. I pushed my knees between hers forcing her legs apart to keep her off balance.

She didn’t know what to do. Her hands were on my head running through my hair, her breathing was rapid and shallow.

I broke the kiss but only long enough to pull her head to the side and bite down on her neck. I know she can’t take that, her knees nearly buckled. Now was the moment.

I grabbed her and pulled her across the kitchen, our attached garage door opens into the kitchen. I forced her face down on the kitchen counter and held her there by her hair. I reached down with my right hand and ripped her panties away. I didn’t push them down or pull them aside I ripped them. I unzipped my pants and took my prick, no little friend or little girl it was my prick, into my hand lined it up with her pussy and thrust; one hard fast thrust. Damn, she was wet and hot. I took a second to catch my breath and looked at my wife. Her eyes were closed, her breathing was hard, and her lips were full and pouty the way they get when she’s really hot. I began to fuck her, not lovemaking just fucking. Her breathing became more and more rapid to match my own. I felt her pussy grip my prick even tighter; she let out a long low wail of pleasure. Her orgasm triggered my climax. I came in a flood. It was as if every sperm and all the seaman was trying to get out at once. It didn’t last long but was unbelievably intense. I collapsed on my wife’s back and just lay there. Slowly my prick deflated and slipped out of her pussy.

"It’s cold." My wife murmured

"What." I said

"Your sperm is dripping down my legs. It’s getting cold" "God you came a lot"

I picked her up and carried her into the bedroom. I helped her undress and lay down as she went into the bathroom to clean up.

She came in and laid down next to me her head on my chest.

I had reclaimed my man hood, at least for now.

 

Chapter 3

I slept the sleep of the dead that night. No dreams of carpenters, electricians and plumbers nearly having their way with me. Thank God

The next morning I woke a little early to do what I had to do. I picked my girl stuff; the same stockings and a pair of taupe g-string panties made from the same mesh fiber as yesterdays.

I took my polish into the bathroom and quickly painted my nails. Despite knowing what was going to happen today I still found the act and the results exciting. My little friend was already at half-mast. I ignored him and went about my business.

After my nails had dried I pulled my panties on, and slid the stockings up my legs. I enjoyed the sensuous feel as the silky nylon encased me from toe to thigh.

I looked at the bright red color peeking through the tan of my nylons and got a tiny thrill. I wondered what John would think? Christ, what did I care what that penis would think?

I finished dressing, kissed my still sleeping wife and headed out.

I was the first to arrive as usual. I went to my office made coffee and waited and waited and waited. Other people began to arrive: first Rene the new GM, then Suzy, John’s secretary and others. Almost the entire staff was in and no John. Maybe I would be spared today.

I relaxed and started to work. I was still nervous about my under clothes but I noticed that most people were to wrapped up in their own lives to notice other people.

By 1100 I was planning to go to lunch with one of the other guys. I was sitting at my desk doing a follow-up call with a homeowner who wasn’t satisfied with his gutters when I heard the ping of an incoming email. I looked at it casually; it was from John telling me to come to his office. Damn!

I walked to his office knocked and opened the door.

"Come on in, have a seat." He pointed to a chair on the side of his desk.

As I sat he continued to speak.

"I want to talk to you about the maintenance crew efficiency." "Do you mind if Rene joins us?"

Not waiting for an answer he reached for the phone. "Hey Rene, Scott’s down here; Can you come down so we can talk about that thing?" "Good"

He turned back to me " She’ll be down. Give me your shoes"

"What, Oh no."

"You know how long it will take for her to get here. You’ve got till then to give me your shoes"

I hesitated for only a second. I pulled off one shoe then the other and handed them to him.

He looked at my toes nodded what I thought was approval and dropped my shoes under his desk.

A few seconds later Rene knocked and entered.

She came in said " Hi John. Hi Scott"

"Rene explain to Scott what we need."

Rene began to talk but I hardly heard a word she said. She must have thought I was sick. I know my face was flushed; my breathing was coming in gasps. I was on the side of John’s desk facing him away from her at the front of the desk. I turned uncomfortably in my chair to face over the back, all the while trying to push my nylon encased feet with their bright red toenails through the floor

When she was done she asked, "Can you do it?"

I had the presence of mind to answer yes.

"Thanks Rene," John again. I’ve got some other things to talk over with Scott. See you for lunch later?"

She looked at me quizzically then at John. Said, "Sure" and left.

"You handled that very well." He said sarcastically

"I’m sorry, I wasn’t expecting that. I was scared to death she would see."

"Fear, is that why your clitty is going to tear through your pants."

He was right. My little girl was practically killing me. Even with the panties holding her down you could see the outline through my pants. Why and why had it jumped when he called it a clitty?

"Okay, that’s all for today. While you’re in your office, keep your shoes off."

He handed me my shoes as if he were giving me a present

"Yes John, anything else?"

"Tomorrow, I want to see the black corset outfit."

"Yes John."

"Before you leave. Do you have a sissy name?"

I almost argued that I wasn’t a sissy, instead I answered in a whisper; "Sarah"

"Sarah?" "That’s a name for a librarian. We’ll have to come up with a better name for you"

"John can I take off the nail polish?" "You know my wife might see."

"Is it going to be a problem if she sees them?"

"Yes"

"Then you shouldn’t let her see should you?"

The rest of the day was uneventful. My friend Bruce stuck his head in to see if I wanted to play racquetball Friday after work. I looked at my toes hidden under my desk and thought about my newly shaved legs, figured I could hide it and said yes.

Bruce is tall about 6’2" well over 200 compared to my 5’9" 170. Although he’s a huge hulking guy he’s the company accountant. He looks like the football player he was in high school and college but that bulk masked a keen mind with a great grasp for numbers. He’s also quite the cocks man dating a series of good-looking girls. We had been playing one another for some time and I had never beaten him. I could take him in the occasional one out of three but he always won the other two. I just put it down to the fact that he was six years younger than me.

I tried to remember what Rene had talked about. Better tracking of repair times, that was it. I got started on it. While in my office I would occasionally look at my toes and my girl would spring back to life.

As the day wound down my wife called to tell me how she had enjoyed the night before. She said she was having little orgasms all day whenever she thought of it.

"We’ve got to do that more often." She said

I looked at my toes and rubbed my left hand over my ankle feeling the silky nylon. As I thought of the humiliation I had suffered over the last three days and felt the erection straining to escape it’s nylon prison I thought she would get her wish, sooner than she expected.

"Yeah, hun we do." I replied

I spent the last hour working on a tracking sheet that would match job numbers with employee numbers. The craftsman who got the job or his crew leader would put in the start and end times and the total number of hours the job took. I could then input it to the computer and the computer would do the calculations. I didn’t know how the computer would do it; I only knew the basics of how to operate the programs. John could hire some computer geek to write the program and install it. I would just pitch how I wanted it to work.

Quitting time rolled around and once again I rushed home. Through some aggressive driving and disregard for speed limits I made it home ahead of my wife. I stripped off and put my things away.

I grabbed the nail polish remover along with some cotton balls and made my way to the bathroom. I know what John had said but I couldn’t take any chances with my wife seeing. Plus I had plans for her that night. I was thinking about those plans as I removed the polish. I had made the decision that tonight I was going to have her in every orifice she had. I was deciding if I was going to come in her mouth or her ass when the phone rang.

It was my wife. She was working late. She worked as an administrative assistant for a state agency. They had offered her overtime that night to handle an emergency and the money was to good to turn down.

I asked her to turn it down and come home but she said she had already told them yes and couldn’t back out now.

I wanted to scream into the phone "Get your ass home so I can screw the shit out of you."

Of course I didn’t. I asked how long she would be and she didn’t know. She said they were going to order in so I didn’t have to make dinner.

"I’m really sorry honey, I was looking forward to coming home and relaxing tonight." She said as she hung.

I thought, "Yeah, I wanted you home too, but you weren’t going to relax."

So there I was at home frustrated, angry, horny and alone. Only one thing to do.

Since I wasn’t going to see my wife I reapplied my polish and decided on what to wear.

I chose tomorrow’s outfit. The black corset with the lace inset front. It zipped in the front had a low back and section bra cups with pouches for breast forms. It was incredibly tight and gave me a delicious feeling of restriction. It had four adjustable latex garter straps two for each leg. I decided on a pair of stockings from JC Penney. They were seamless, with reinforced heel and toe, a touch I find sexy. People make the mistake of thinking they have to go to Victoria’s or Frederick’s for sexy stuff. There is lots of hot girlie gear right in regular mail order catalogues. As I pulled them up my long legs, my little girl already stiff became turgid.

Now shoes; black pumps or black sandals? Stupid, what was the point of having painted toenails and stockings with sexy reinforced heel and toes to hide them in pumps? I grabbed the six-inch sandals from the bottom of the closet, carried them back to the bedroom and slipped them on. Damn they were hot.

As I bent to fasten the buckles at my ankles a strange confluence of events to place probably the strangest to that point.

I was standing in front of the full-length mirror, I turned and looked at the boy/girl standing there with her long sexy legs and her ass in the air, suddenly I realized that this was what I was wearing in my dream and I gasped. As that happened one of my arms rubbed slightly against the gooey tip of my girl and I came.

With no manual manipulation and almost no physical contact to my little friend I had a mind blowing, earth shattering, make you scream like a girl, leg buckling climax that blinded me and actually caused me to fall to the floor. I don’t know how long I came but as I lay there I felt it from the roots of my hair to the tips of my toes. I continued to feel it long after my girl had stopping squirting.

I lay on the floor unable to move. The events of the last few days along with my shattering orgasm had combined to leave me exhausted. I fell asleep there on the floor. I slept only briefly. I think my spousal survival instinct kicked in to wake me before my wife arrived.

I dragged myself to my feet and slowly undressed and cleaned up. I put the clothes under the bathroom vanity. I knew they would be safe since my wife never went under there. We kept cleaning supplies down there something she would never look for.

I stepped into the shower and let the steaming hot water beat down on me. I tried to think about what to do. I was too tired and confused to form even the germs of a coherent plan. The only thing I could think of to do was quit. But then that would be 9 years of work down the drain. What would I tell my wife? Even if I walked in and quit there was no guarantee that John wouldn’t tell everyone he had fired me and tell them why.

This was no my word against his. He had plenty of proof to back him up and it was sure to get back to my wife. She had already proven herself to be inflexible when it came to my other half.

Also, why was I so excited all the time and what was up with that dream? How had I come with almost no physical contact?

With no answers forthcoming I got out of the shower dried off and crawled into bed. I fell asleep right away. I felt my wife slip into bed later, she snuggled against my back, and soon I could hear the regular breathing that comes with sleep.

I looked at my bedside alarm. Almost eleven. It must have been quite an emergency I thought as I drifted back to sleep.

 

Chapter 4

Morning came way to early. I took another long hot shower to soften my beard for shaving and to touch up my legs.

I pulled on the black panties that went with my corset but nothing else. There was no way I could wear the corset and stockings under my clothes they would show through. I would carry them in a gym bag and change at work.

I rushed to work to get there extra early.

I got into my office stripped off my boy drab and put on my corset, hose. Then I slipped my drab back over it.

I settled in to work. I had almost 20 work request on my desk. I was falling behind assigning the jobs. I had to get these out to the guys. I sorted them. Checked the list of who I thought was available and made a mental note to call them in to give them the jobs.

I was so busy I almost forgot about my predicament until the e-mail pinged. It was John.

 

Candi,

Come to my office in 30 minutes.

John H.

Candi, who the hell was Candi? I looked to make sure that the e-mail address was correct. It was for me.

Damn the name thing. He had decided on Candi. A name for a stripper.

Why wait 30 minutes people might arrive early then what would I do?

I waited 29 minutes grabbed my gym bag and scooted to John’s office. I knocked open the door and slipped in. As usual he was sitting behind his desk, this time he was looking at papers.

"Good morning John." I said as I began to take off my boy clothes. I figured why delay the inevitable.

"Morning Candi." He replied he was almost cheerful.

My stomach lurched at the name. He seemed to be proud of my little moniker.

I stepped into my shoes and bent over to buckle them. As I did I looked up at him. Briefly, for just an instant I saw something in his eyes that chilled me to the bone. I don’t know what it was but it scared me and then it was gone.

I stood up and looked at him.

As he looked at me he scanned me from my head to my toes. His eyes lingered on my feet. I think he was making sure my nails were still painted. It was hard to see through the reinforced toes.

He commented on them; "You don’t see women wearing stockings with heels and toes much anymore. Why do you wear them?"

"I think they look sexy and very femme. It reminds me of the stockings I used to admire as a kid."

"Back when you were a little sissy?" "Speaking of sissy how do you like the name I picked for you Candi?"

"It’s not one I would have chosen for myself. But it certainly is girlie."

"That’s what I was going for. Strike a girlie pose for me."

"Huh?"

"You love dressing like a sissy, let me see a girlish pose out of you."

Okay, he wanted girlish fine.

I pulled my shoulders back and willed myself into girl mode. Using my sexiest walk I sissied my way to his desk and came around to the side. I turned and rested my bottom against the edge. I stretched my left leg out in front of me pointing my toe. I bent my right knee and placed my right foot on the ground. I put both hands on the desk and leaned back slightly. When I felt I had the pose right I asked him in my best girl voice; "Is this what you had in mind honey?"

He didn’t answer.

"You know, we’re out of our acquisition phase for now and are slowly moving to consolidation…."

What! He put me through this to talk business?

"…. and we’re thinking of putting Scott in charge. Do you think he’s up to it?"

Wait a minute my mind was reeling. What had he just said? Okay, I had it John H. Construction was planning on consolidating the maintenance department of all the companies he owned and he was going to put Scott, I mean me, in charge.

In a week that was like a Dali painting this was the most surreal experience of my life.

You know how they say things can’t get any worse, until they do. Well things were about to get much worse.

John got up from his desk and was now standing in front of me. I saw that he had a small digital camera in his hand.

"What are you doing?" I asked almost in a panic.

"Do you have any photos of yourself? Other than the set I gave you?"

"No but…"

"Then it’s time you had some." He said cutting me off.

He faced me, squatted and took a photo head on.

He stood and turned.

He was now standing in front of me facing the front wall of his office and had taken a step.

Somehow we had forgotten about the time.

As I was trying to get my bearings and digest what John was saying there was a sharp rap on the door and it began to swing open.

"Morning John" Rene’s voice

Time began to slow down and speed up all at once again. The door was opening rapidly but I was moving in slow motion.

She would have the door all the way open and would be in the office in less than a second.

In an amazing display of speed and strength, John turned grabbed my wrist and turned me to face the door. He stepped in front of me and then he was kissing me! Hard.

I stood like a statue while he held the back of my head with one hand his other arm around my waist as he bent me slightly backward.

Gasp. "OH! Jeez, I’m sorry." The door closed.

He broke the kiss and looked at the door.

"What the hell…"

He put his fingers over my mouth while he listened. He still had his right arm around my waist holding me close.

Finally when he was satisfied that she had left he broke our embrace.

"Are you nuts?" I spat at him. "Jesus Christ, you kissed me."

As always he remained perfectly calm.

"I’ll tell you what Candi, next time someone comes in the office I’ll just introduce you; ‘Morning, Rene let me introduce you to Candi, the new company sissy.’ Is that what you prefer?" "I can arrange it. Right now."

His voice took a hard edge with the last sentence.

"No John, I’m sorry."

"I’m going down to her office to talk to her. Get changed, give me three minutes and then leave."

He slipped the camera into his pocket and opened the door.

"Candi, tomorrow let’s see the pink baby doll you love so much." "And, for pity’s sake shave your underarms tomorrow."

I knew it would be useless to argue so I just said "Yes John."

It seemed to be my favorite saying these days.

I unsissied, I mean ungirled and reluctantly got into my boy drab with my panties on underneath. I thought for a second about keeping my girl things on put decided it was impractical, to much chance of discovery.

I opened the door, peaked my head around saw no one and hurried to my office. I settled into my desk and kicked my shoes off. I looked at my toes and saw that I had forgotten to bring another set of hose. Maybe John wouldn’t notice.

I sat down and tried to make my mind go blank. I wanted to erase all thought of the last few days. I wanted to forget that the kiss had ever happened. I could still feel his lips on mine, his arm around my waist and his hand on my head. Is that what it felt like when I kissed my wife? I took a deep breath and tried to clear my mind but it was still there.

 

The phone rang. I looked at it, "Don’t let it be him, please." I willed desperately.

It wasn’t. Just a homeowner wondering when we were going to get someone out to fix the outlets that hadn’t been hooked up correctly. Damn electricians.

I thought about the jobs I had piling up and called the crew leaders on our Nextel phones. I told all three of them I had jobs for them that they needed to come pick up.

Good at least I was doing something. My brain was functioning, thinking about something else. Still it was always there, like a vague memory in the back of my mind.

More than once I caught myself touching my lips for some reason.

I went to lunch with Bruce and one of the salesmen from the office. It was good to go to lunch with them, salesmen as they generally picked up the check. Something about the salesman personality.

It was a pretty uneventful lunch until I stretched my legs out beside the table.

Bruce looked down and noticed that I wasn’t wearing socks.

"What’s with the no socks look guy, pretty casual isn’t it?"

I immediately pulled my legs back in and made some lame joke about it being my preppy look. Then I said that I had been in such a hurry this morning I was going to be late and had run off without socks.

Damn, what a bonehead thing to say everyone knew I was first to work everyday and was never late. I would rather not come in than be late.

Still forgetting stockings that day had save me. Thank goodness for small favors.

When I got back to the office the crew leaders were there. I gave them their jobs, asked them how things were going, promised to get out on the jobs more and sent them on their way.

I had an e-mail from Rene informing me that we had two jobs finishing up next week and they needed me to do the punches as the other inspector was busy with other things.

I was about to pack it in when the phone rang. I stared at it for a couple of rings and considered not answering, thought the better of it and picked it up.

Of course it was John.

"Candi, I thought perhaps you had left early."

"No John, still here."

"Good. I was thinking about something; if my memory serves me right and I think it does, you have two pair of panties you like to wear with your baby-doll, right. One crotch-less and one conventional.’

There was nothing conventional about either of those panties.

"Yea, that’s right."

"Well be a dear tomorrow and wear the crotch-less, there’s a good girl. Have a good night and say hello to your wife for me."

"Yes John."

Good lord how had he remembered that? And sending greetings to my wife when he delivered a threat it was subtle but effective.

I didn’t rush home that night and arrived home after my wife. She had changed out of her work clothes and had started dinner.

I went in and changed, checked my e-mail something I had been neglecting and glanced at the paper.

We sat down to dinner and I asked her about the emergency last night.

She seemed kind of surprised by my question.

"Oh, it was an enquiry by the president of the state senate and the Speaker of the State House. Some woman who lives in their districts was complaining about fraud in our department in another county. Since they both signed the letter asking us to look into it the entire department was in full crisis mode yesterday."

"You were there late."

"Yea well it was a big crisis as far as the director was concerned." She shifted and looked at her plate.

When we were done I cleared the table and loaded the dishwasher.

We watched a little TV and around ten we went to bed.

I hurried to get under the covers while my wife cleaned up. When she got in I pulled her close, kissed her and began to rub her breast.

She pushed me away. "Please Scott not tonight, I’m still sore from yesterday."

"Yesterday?"

"Day before yesterday, you know what I mean."

"Okay." Disappointed I lay back, sighed and closed my eyes.

"Scott?"

"Hmm."

"I can give you a hand job if you like."

A hand-job all right.

Let me explain about my wife and hand jobs. Next to coming in her pussy her hand jobs are the most incredibly pleasurable thing we do together. Her hands are incredibly soft but the tips are a little rough from all the typing she does. It makes a nice contrast especially when mixed with good lotion. Her technique is fabulous she mixes just enough toughness with softness.

"You sure?"

She was up on her knees now looking down at me smiling nodding her head.

My boy was already responding when she pulled the cover down past my balls to stop at my thighs.

She gave him a quick squeeze ran to the bathroom and returned with the Lubriderm.

She jumped back into bed, squirted a generous dollop of lotion into her hand and took my boy in hand.

The other thing I like about her hand jobs is it gives me a chance to fantasize. I stare at my wife’s breast as if I’m lusting over them and she does have pretty tittys but really I’m letting my mind drift to other things.

As you can tell I love sexy frillys I like them for me and for my wife. I buy her all kinds of things. She wears them once or twice and then they go into the bottom drawer of her dresser.

One of my favorite fantasies is she and I having girlie fun in the sack while we’re both dressed in matching garter-belts, stockings and high heels.

As she ran her lotion-slicked hands up and down my prick I pictured us together.

A few years ago I had purchased her a beautiful black waist cincher, not that she needs it. I brought it because I thought she would look hot in it and she did. It had boning all the way around, zipped in front and laced in the back. I brought beautiful silky lace-top seamed stockings to attach to the garter straps. (She wore it once)

Later I purchased one for myself along with the same black stockings.

 

I saw us together, our waist pulled in tight by the laces on our cinchers. We were wearing our black high heels, she had on the pumps and I had on the open toed pumps. Our faces were made up to perfection with both of us wearing my favorite color lipstick, Hot Kiss Red. Her black hair was down, just touching her shoulders. Both of us had long red fingernails in the same shade.

We lay on our bed in a modified 69. I was on the bottom she on top as our red lips locked in a long wet French kiss. Our hands with their long red sexy nails tease and torment each other’s nipples. I take her hard light brown nipples between my thumbs and forefingers and gently twirl them as a pull lightly down. She isn’t nearly so sweet, she grabs my little hard pebbles with her nails, pinches them and tugs up on them eliciting a gasp and causing my little girl to twitch with pleasure.

My wife slides her tongue down across my neck, her hair tickling me, until she reaches my chest. As I suckle at on beautiful breast she takes my right nipple between her front teeth and gives it a sharp teasing bite all the while working on my other nipple with the sharp nails of her right hand. She slides her left hand across my stomach and toys with my tiny pubic patch. Her hand grabs my gooey girl and she uses her thumb to spread the goo around.

As she skins my friend up and down I explode both in my fantasy and I real life.

Her hand jobs are always nut-draining affairs, I feel them draw up into my body as I shoot my goo into the air, some of it hit my wife’s lovely tits and spill down my prick onto her hand mixing with the lotion forming an even more gooey mess.

"Wow." From my wife.

"Wow." I replied tiredly.

I looked at her and smiled, she smiled back at me and asked shyly if I liked it.

"Of course I liked it can’t you tell?"

Her smile brightened and she scrambled to the bathroom to get a towel to clean us up. She wiped us clean, threw the towel into the corner and settled down to sleep.

"Scott."

"Hmmm?"

"I’m sorry."

"About what?"

"That we couldn’t do it."

"Hey I should be apologizing. It’s my fault."

No response.

I didn’t think anything about it as we drifted off to sleep.

 

 

Chapter 5

My internal alarm clock roused me as usual. I hadn’t had time to pre-position my things so I padded down the short hall to my den and gathered my things.

I slipped back into our bedroom past my wife and into the bathroom. I looked at my nails saw that they needed a slight touch-up so I attended to them.

After they dried I jumped into the shower and attended my morning toilet, which seemed to be getting longer each day. Now I had to shave my armpits. As I squirted the Skintimate shave cream onto my fingertips I smiled as I remembered something my mom had said to me years ago; "Men have armpits, ladies have underarms."

I began the time consuming process of shaving my underarms. I had half watched my wife do this but I never knew how much patience it took especially when doing your dominant side with your weak hand.

I managed to get the job done reasonably quickly with only a few minor nicks. I got out of the shower and completed my routine.

I pulled my stockings on and then had a decision to make; panties or no panties either way it would be a free willie or in this case free Candi day. I chose panties it would save time at the office. I placed shoes in the bag folded my nightie neatly on top of them and then threw my workout clothes and racquet in.

I stepped out of the bathroom kissed my wife and headed for the garage.

Something was bothering me though. I walked back into my den, opened my closet and looked at my things. Something seemed out of place, as if someone had been looking through my closet. Everything was there but not where I had left them. Scott is not particularly careful with his stuff but Sarah is. She has a great attachment to her things and is meticulous about putting them away.

I know my wife couldn’t have been in here. She pretends this closet and the things in it don’t exist there’s no way she would come in here. But if not her then who?

I didn’t have time to puzzle it out just then. I had a date with a sadist and didn’t want to be late.

I arrived only a few minutes after my usual time. I checked my e-mail, nothing so I sat down to work.

I began going over the specs for the two houses I was scheduled to do the inspections on. They were the same design but the buyers had asked for different extras, additional outlets, and security doors rather than standard, different color roofing shingles. I always like to know this stuff going in. "Be Prepared" is my motto; when it’s not "The Higher the Heel the Closer to God."

As I was looking at the plans the phone rang. Of course it was John.

"Candi, can I see you for a few minutes?"

"Sure John, I’ll be right there."

"Not you Scott, I want to see Candi."

What the heck was he talking about? I hesitated for several seconds and then it hit me.

"Okay John" I replied in my best girls voice. "I’ll be there in a minute."

"Good." He said then hung up

Today is going to be fun I could already tell.

I picked up my bag as I got to the door, pushed Scott aside and girlied the few steps to John’s door.

I entered without knocking, what was the point he was expecting me. I glanced at him quickly and without speaking turned my back to him. I didn’t bother to speak, he didn’t want to see or hear from Scott he wanted the sissy Candi and I was in no position to argue.

I set my bag at my feet and slipped out of my deck shoes. I unbuckled my Dockers and let them slide down my waist, over my hips and halfway down my nylon encased thighs.

I didn’t drop them. I held them with one and then slowly and sensuously stepped out of them first my right foot then my left. After my feet were clear I let the pants drop from my hand to the floor.

I grabbed the hem of my shirt with both hands, my arms crossed in front of me and pulled the shirt over my head. I let it drop from my left hand onto the pants.

Next I bent at the waist pushing my panty covered ass back at him as a pulled my shoes and nightie from the bag. I stood up straight and holding the nightie in my hands raised my arms above my head and let the soft wisp of transparent pink nylon slide seductively down my body.

I stepped into the pretty pink mules, turned to face him and strolled to the desk. I gave him the most seductive walk I could muster. I stopped in front of the desk and sank slowly into a chair. I crossed my legs at the knee, I leaned forward, folded my hand on my knee and in my best girl voice said; "Good morning John."

"Morning Candi," came the nonchalant reply. "How was your evening?"

"Fine, honey. Yours?’ With a bright smile.

"Good thanks."

He was so cool it made me want to scream. Nothing about his demeanor would give any hint that he was sitting in his office talking to an employee whom he was blackmailing into coming to work dressed like a transvestite fetish whore.

"Yesterday, before we were interrupted, I was explaining to you how we plan to merge our individual companies into one; John H Builders. It’s going to take some doing the companies are different the cultures are different. That’s why I want to take the gradual approach starting with the maintenance with Scott in charge. Do you think he’s up to it?"

I wanted to shout of course I’m up to it. Instead I nodded opened my eyes wider and said; "Oh yes John, I’m sure Scott can handle it."

"Keep that look." Up came the camera. Flash snap.

"Good, I’m glad you think so Candi." Here’s how Rene and I thought things should go."

He then spent several minutes laying out his plan. As I listened it was interesting how many times he referred to Rene they had a closer working relationship than any of us thought.

"By the way where is your proposal for streamlining maintenance and repairs?"

"Oh, it’s in my office on my hard drive."

"Go get it for me would you please?"

"Sure." I stood up and walked to where I had dropped my boy things.

"Don’t worry about those, you’ll only be gone a moment."

I knew this was going to happen the moment I stood up but I hoped I was wrong.

I sighed, put my hand on the door handle and paused.

"There’s no one else here, no need to be afraid."

Easy for him to say. I opened the door looked and took a step out. It was cold in the hall. Of course it was cold in the diaphanous little thing I was wearing I was practically naked. I thought about running, thought better of it and walked with as much dignity as I could.

I sat at my desk and began to search through my C drive. What had I saved that file under? Keep calm look found it. Okay print. Why the hell are these laser printers so slow?

Done, thank goodness. Okay now back to John’s office. Remember girl mode.

I walked in, sauntered to the desk handed him the papers and sat down.

As he looked at the papers a slight smile seems to come to his face. He nodded a few times, scribbled some notes and said; "This looks good. I think we can buy a program like this off the shelf. I’ll have to talk it over with Rene. Scott did well."

I smiled and glowed.

He turned and looked out the window of his office. "Oh good Rene’s in."

He picked up the phone and hit a button. "Hey Rene, can you come down here please. I want you to see something."

I was up on feet and turned to gather my clothes. They were gone.

"Where are my clothes?"

"You’re wearing your clothes aren’t you? Oh you mean Scott’s clothes."

His eyes shifted to the closet. I ran to it, locked.

"Please John please give me my clothes, Scott’s clothes." I pleaded.

He rolled his chair back from his desk. He looked under it, feigned surprise and said; "Oh here they are."

I rushed around the desk; my clothes were under it, pushed as far back as possible. I knelt down and reached under the desk almost under all the way. Then the bastard put his foot on my ass and pushed me all the way under the desk. He pushed me so hard I cracked my head on the privacy panel of the desk. He rolled forward trapping me under the desk. Not that I was going anywhere with Rene coming in.

As I struggled to turn I heard the door open and Rene’s voice greet John.

He told her to sit down and they began to talk about me, or Scott.

He showed my idea and she seemed impressed.

"Where is Scott anyway? He wasn’t in his office" Rene asked

"He stepped out for something. You kind of like him don’t you."

"He’s done a good job for this company. Old man McNeil never recognized it because he’s so quiet. But he’s smart and funny and I think he’s cute. Too bad he’s married."

I smiled at that. Hearing that someone like Rene is attracted to you is good for your ego. Even if you are trapped under your bosses desk dressed like a sissy whore.

As I crouched there on my knees John slipped a shoe off, I looked at the shoe Alan Edmunds classy but not stupidly expensive like some guys, and began to rub his foot on my thigh.

I would have jumped through the desk if it hadn’t been for Rene. I pushed his foot away but he brought it right back.

"You don’t think his ears kinda stick out?"

"The better to pull his head into me."

They both laughed.

"Still he could probably stand to lose a few pound don’t you think?" That was John, foot still rubbing.

I grabbed his foot and squeezed it as hard as I could. Call me fat.

He pulled his foot away slipped off his other shoe wrapped his legs around me and pulled hard. I was still surprised by how strong he was. My face was pulled against his thigh. I didn’t want to fight, Rene might hear.

The wool of his pants was soft against my cheek and I could feel the taut muscle underneath. I reached back grabbed his foot and began to tickle it. I felt him jump but he held on. I couldn’t believe his control.

"Just more of him to love. Hey seriously, we’re meeting with the bankers from Chicago in half an hour, you want to drive?"

"Sure I’ll meet you at my car in 10 minutes."

"Hey are you going to tell me who that long legged girl was yesterday?"

"I don’t kiss and tell, you know that."

They both laughed and I heard the door close.

As it closed John’s chair rolled back and out of my way.

I scrambled out from under the desk as quickly as I could pulling my boy clothes with me.

I stood up and spat a curse at him, "You bastard, what do you think you’re doing?"

He stepped toward me until he was invading my space. He took another step toward me, I backed up until my thighs bumped the desk and I couldn’t back up anymore. He stopped he was so close I could feel the heat from his body, his breath on my face. In my heels I was 6’1" as tall as him but dressed as I was so nearly naked, so femme, vulnerable and defenseless I felt smaller.

His left hand shot forward and grabbed my little girl and balls His hand was incredibly hot which surprised me as I had always thought of him as being a cold person.

He gave a slight squeeze, causing my to rise up on my toes to get away.

"Listen you little bitch, I’m doing what I like, I’ll do it when I like and I’ll do it as long as I like. You sashay in here everyday dressed like a whore, showing off your ass, your little clitty on display and then you expect to be treated like a princess. Well princess, this is your life here from now on. If Scott continues to do quality work he’ll be rewarded for it. But you Candi don’t ever think that any of Scott’s rewards will spill over to you. Do we understand one another honey?"

His hand, his proximity and his words were all having an effect on me. I felt myself growing smaller while little Candi grew larger even as he held the tight grip on my balls.

Before I could answer he looked down at my little girl, looked me in the eyes and said; "I see we do."

He released me and I relaxed letting out a deep breath.

"Is Scott working this weekend?"

"No John." Even though the office was closed on weekends we had a system of having managers on call on a rotating basis to handle emergencies.

"Good, I want you to spend some time this weekend practicing your make-up techniques. I know you’re not good at it, so get better."

"Yes John." I replied. How did he know?

"Do you know what a runway is?"

A runway of course who didn’t know what a runway was. I looked at him confused.

His eyes shifted to my delta and I realized what he was talking about. I had to trim my patch. When you wear pretty little girlie panties like I adore you have to keep yourself neat all the time. Apparently the neat triangle I sported wasn’t small enough for him.

As a sign of how he had broken me I simply nodded and replied; "Yes John."

He picked some papers up from the desk slipped them into his slim leather briefcase and stepped to the door. He turned smiled, said goodbye to me and walked out.

I hesitated for a second and ran to the door, minced to it really, it’s harder than hell to run in 4-inch mules and locked it. I sat down put my head in my hands and began to cry.

‘Why had I let him do that to me, why had his painful grip and harsh words excited me so much? Sure I enjoyed my finger in my bum when I was in girl mode but I’ve never wanted to have a man touch me and certainly never to have a man treat me like this, why did I let it happen and why did I continue to let it escalate? Where would it stop?

I cried long enough to release the frustration, anger and humiliation I was feeling. When I was all cried out I changed back to Scott mode and went back to work.

The rest of the day was uneventful. How could it have been anything but anti-climactic after the morning I had just had? I met with our roofing supplier to talk about renewing our contract. I made the poor guy sweat for a while before I agreed to keep buying from them. I wasn’t being cruel for it’s own sake but they had sent us a large load of bad asphalt shingles. Several buyers had caught them so we spent a lot of man-hours replacing the bad tile. Maybe I left him hanging longer than I should but I had the need to feel tough in light of all that had happened.

Bruce dropped by to reconfirm our game just before lunch. He realized that something was wrong and asked me what was going on. I put him off and told him I would see him at the gym after work.

After work, for obvious reasons I changed into my sweat pants and shirt in my office. I don’t think I could have explained my nails or underarms at the gym.

I got to the gym found the court we had reserved. I had begun to warm up when Bruce arrived. He was wearing a tight tank top and tight Lycra shorts similar to bike shorts. I hadn’t noticed until that time that he didn’t have a lot of body hair almost none in fact. I caught myself wondering if he shaved.

I was so distracted, mostly by what was going on at work but also wondering about Bruce’s lack of hair that he trounced me it wasn’t even close. On more than one occasion he turned while getting ready to serve and caught me looking at his legs wondering how they would look in seamed stockings and heels.

He would look at me queerly and then continue with his serve with a shake of his head.

Usually after our game we would take a shower and stop to have a beer. I had to beg off because I couldn’t risk a public shower room.

When I got home my wife and I went to dinner at a nice restaurant and then did a little window-shopping. We stopped in front of a shoe store. I saw the most beautiful sandals. They were leather with pretty flowers across the front strap with an elastic strap across the instep. They were probably the prettiest shoes I had seen in a long time. The only drawback was the 2-½ inch heel. Not high enough for Candi I thought. Then I thought; I can’t believe I’m calling myself Candi.

When we got home we had a little wine and then went to bed and made love. It wasn’t particularly hot or passionate but it was good, like vanilla ice cream.

That night my dreams were scattered with images of a girl with large breast, slutty make-up and a hard penis wearing a pink baby doll nightie sitting at my desk doing my job.

 

Chap 6

I got up later than usual that Saturday. Tired from the week. I pulled on a pair of socks to hide my toes. Tiptoed down stairs grabbed the newspaper, made some coffee and sat down to read.

I had finished the paper and was listening to the second hour of Weekend Edition Saturday when my wife made her way down stairs. She was wearing her long nightgown and her hair was in her eyes. She sat down with a bowl of dry cereal and we discussed what we were going to do that day.

I told her I was going to cut our small back yard; we live in a town house, and do some other household chores while she did grocery shopping.

She left for grocery shopping and I raced through cutting and trimming the yard. I knew she would be gone for a few hours so I would have time to practice my make-up.

 

 

After the third time I decided to call it quits and go check my e-mail. I was surprised to see one from John. Damn, I thought I would be free of him for the weekend. Maybe it would be business.

 

Candi,

I need you to come to the office right away.

John

Great just what I needed on a Saturday. What to wear? I decided to keep it simple.

After a shower I put on a pair of black bikini panties and was about to pull on my black suspender pantyhose when I remembered John’s admonition about having a runway.

I slipped the panties off and went back into the shower. I grabbed my razor, lathered up with Skintimate and began to shave working my way in a little bit at a time from both sides. I wanted to make sure everything was even. I decided to leave it no wider than my erect penis. It was easy to measure as this simple humiliating act had me rigid. When I was finished I had a very feminine little patch it would be hardly noticeable in even the smallest panties.

I still had plenty of lather so I took little Candi in my left hand and began to slowly rub her up and down. Skintimate is wonderful for shaving because it has oils that smooth and moisturize the skin. Those moisturizers also make a great masturbation aid. My hand slid silkily up and down my shaft, I used my other hand to pinch and tug on my nipples as the hot water beat down on me. Despite making love to my wife the night before, I was ready in minutes. I didn’t have time to make it last so I pinched my nipples and tugged on them harder as my other hand flew faster up and down my little girl. Then I came. It was a surprisingly large load. It left a gooey mess sliding down the front shower wall and on the floor of the shower. I watched as the cum/lather mix was washed down the drain.

After I dried off I put my clothes on, slipped my boy drab over them and grabbed my black pumps. As I put them in my gym back I thought if I didn’t dress like such a slut I would have more sensible shoes. On the other hand if I didn’t dress I wouldn’t be in this position a small voice said.

My wife would be home soon so I left a note telling her I had an emergency at work and would call her from the office.

As I drove I tried to imagine what John had in mind this time. Whatever it was I knew it would be humiliating and psychologically painful.

When I arrived at the office his car was in the lot but the office was dark. I used my key to let myself in. I walked straight to John’s office without going to mine. There was a note on the door.

 

Candi,

Change and come in.

I looked around nervously, stripped off my drab stepped into my pumps and pushed Scott aside. Funny it was a lot easier each time.

I opened the door and stepped inside. The room was very dark, the lights were off and the blinds closed. It took my eyes a second to adjust; I couldn’t believe what I saw.

John was at his desk looking calm and impassive as ever, which was amazing as there was a naked woman tied, face down to his desk.

Naked was not exactly true in addition to the leather bondage hood she was wearing a waist cincher very similar to my own at least from the back, dark hose, I couldn’t tell the actual color and a pair of pumps which must have had seven inch heels with two inch platforms.

Her legs were spread and tied at the ankles to the legs of his desk. Her knees were bent slightly, which allowed her to lie flat on the desk. She was bent at the waist with her arms pulled over her head. Her hands and arms were encased in long dark opera type gloves that extended almost to her shoulders. There was white nylon rope around her wrist that was pulling her lean body tight across the desk. The ropes were attached to the other legs of the desk. Her head was turned toward me so I could see where her face should have been; it was a blank mask of black leather. The only opening seemed to be two small breathing holes. Where her mouth should have been was a patch that was probably some type removable gag. There was a hole in the top that let her hair through in what was a surprisingly jaunty looking ponytail.

Once again John’s actions had me completely off balance. All I could do was to croak out a strangled hello.

"Hi Candi, thanks for coming in."

"What’s going on John?" I said staring at the form stretched across his desk.

He seemed surprised by my question.

"Oh, you mean her. I was having a little fun this afternoon and knowing how much you enjoy bondage, I thought I’d give you a call. I was a little rough on you yesterday so I figured I’d give you a little treat to make it up to you" He said smiling.

I knew he was lying but that didn’t stop me from becoming excited by the spectacle in front of me.

"Go ahead touch her." He said

I stepped toward the desk and slowly reached out with my left hand. I froze and looked at him.

"You didn’t kidnap her or force her in here or anything like that did you?’ I managed to stammer out.

He sighed, "Why do you insist on thinking the worst of me. She’s here because she wants to be, mostly. She complained when I tied her to the desk but she came like a banshee while I was doing her. Take a look she’s wet just lying here."

I came around to the end of the desk and looked at the neatly trimmed quim. There was the obvious result of a recent sex session some of it was on her thighs and drying on her stockings. Still I could see that she was excited, the lips were swollen and glistening and every few seconds her bottom would move as if soliciting his dick for more.

I looked at her trying to figure out if I knew who she was.

"Who is she?"

"No one you know. Just some married woman I found."

"Why are you showing me this? Just to show me what you can do? Well I know what you’re capable of." I nearly shouted as I gestured indicating my nearly nude form.

"Actually Candi darling, you have no idea what I’m capable of but I’m giving you an opportunity. You can take advantage of it or you can leave. You can pull off those pretty panties, let that hard clitty loose and enjoy yourself in every hole this little slut has or you can walk away. Your choice."

I touched the woman spread in front of me. Her skin was beautiful, olive almost light brown, warm and silky to the touch. She jumped when I touched her, was slightly tense but relaxed as my hand slid down her back across her soft well-rounded ass cheeks. My hand played down through the crack of her ass, stopping briefly to touch her rose bud. I continued down until my hand reached her vagina. I stroked it gently feeling the warmth and wetness build. Slowly I slid a finger in. She was practically dripping now. I slid in a second finger and moved them in and out. I stopped for a moment and felt the soft warm muscles gripping my fingers. She tried to push herself back against my fingers but the bonds at her wrist held her fast.

I removed my fingers and knelt behind her. I kissed her cheeks as my hands held her hips. I pulled her cheeks apart and stared at her pucker. I knew what I would do, I had always wanted to do this with my wife but she had always rebuffed me. I pushed my face forward and kissed the little brown bud. I thought she would break her bonds she jumped so hard. Her hole tightened but I would not be denied. I stopped for a second until she relaxed. I enjoyed her scent musky yet clean. When she relaxed I touched her with my tongue. I small tentative touch at first when I knew she wouldn’t fight me I became more insistent alternately licking and probing. I pushed my face and tongue deeper until I could go no further. As I fell into a comfortable rhythm she began to respond pushing her beautiful ass back to meet me. As I rubbed her cheeks with one hand I reached between her legs and rubbed her pussy. I found her clit, took it between my index and middle finger and began to rub it. Pretty quickly her limited thrusting became more insistent she began to thrust against me as hard as she could. Her cheeks suddenly clamped down on my face and she let out what must have been a terrific scream but thanks to the gag it came out as a high pitched mewing sound, as she came on my hand.

I pulled away and sat back on my heels watching her ass and quim. She had collapsed on the desk her knees bent her body spent. I stood up and slid my panties off. Despite having come only a little while ago my girl was standing stiff and straight.

I stepped up behind her and took hold of her hips I lifted her up; she wasn’t heavy but almost a dead weight. Once I had her up on her feet I realized that with my pumps on I was still to tall so I slipped them off. Now I was better aligned. I ran the head on my clitty up and down her wet cunny a few times and then gently slipped it in. She was still wet but completely unresponsive as she was so spent. That was okay as I had other plans. I gave a few more strokes and then pulled out. I pushed her down a little, grabbed her cheeks and pulled them apart. I placed my now dripping penni against her little pooper and began to ease in. She was so relaxed that I had no trouble getting the tip of the head in. I stopped waited for a reaction and then drove on. I gently moved forward until the full head began to enter. Her head came up she understood what was happening. I felt her sphincter tighten as she tried to expel me. I waited and took a breath. Her rebellion was brief, shortly she relaxed and I pushed on. Very quickly I was all the way in. Oh what a feeling, it was the tightest thing I had ever felt around me. My smooth hips against her ass. Our silky thighs pressed together. I lifted one foot and ran it up her calf I felt her tremble slightly. I could feel even that slight movement transfer from her tight little pooper through my clitty and throughout my body. What a sensation running my stocking clad foot up and down another stocking clad leg.

Slowly I started to fuck her. I was very gentle to start but as I became more excited my thrusting grew more urgent. Each time I pushed forward she gave a little grunting sound through the gag. Her tunnel made little spasms on my clitty. I became more frantic in my movements; I lost all sense of time and space. I was taking long, slow strokes, short fast strokes a few times I pulled out all the way put plunged back in without stopping. I felt my clitty grow faster as my balls expelled all their juice into her pooper.

I looked around. As if waking from a dream I became aware of my surroundings. I looked at John and saw him smile at me almost kindly.

I stepped back and my clitty came out with a squishy pop. I stumbled against the wall, slid down it landing with a thud. Oh my God, what had that bastard made me do? No, what had I done? I had cheated on my wife, something I would never had done, I had fucked a women without seeing her face or knowing her name and I had provided my tormentor with a free sleazy sex show.

The sound of my name being called broke through my thoughts.

"Candi, Candi, Candi." John’s voice. Yep that was me Candi.

"Go clean up and wait for me in Scott’s office."

His hand was on my elbow and he was helping me up. He walked me out of his office and to the women’s restroom.

"Clean up and I’ll be down in a minute"

As the door closed he turned and walked back toward his office.

I walked to the sink grabbed some paper towels and began to clean myself. It took some time. My little show with, I didn’t know her name, just her I guessed, had been very messy. I had a mix of all kinds of bodily fluids on my hands face, clitty and legs. We had both come a lot.

After I felt sufficiently clean. I went back to my office, Scott’s office I guess. I sat at the desk with my head in my hands. At least no tears came this time.

A little while later I felt the door open and looked up. John was standing in the door the usual impassive look was gone from his face. A wry smile seemed to pull at the corners of his lips.

"Come on Candi, I want to talk to you" he said quietly.

I got up from the desk and walked to where he stood in the door. We walked to his office in silence and sat down.

The woman was as I expected gone. Still the smell of our coupling permeated the air.

"How are you?" He started.

"How do you think I am?" I responded. "I’ve cheated on my wife and become a sexshow freak, other than that I’m fine."

"You didn’t cheat on your wife, you’re Candi not Scott and you’re certainly no freak. If Scott had been here would he have touched her?"

I thought for a long time on that. If I had been in the room in drab I would have told him to go to hell.

"No he wouldn’t have." Softly from me.

"Of course not because Candi has needs and desires separate from Scott. We’re going to explore those needs a lot more Candi."

What the hell was he talking about?

"Yes John."

"Well thanks for coming in Candi. I’ll see you Monday."

"Yes John. Oh John. I have a couple of punches Tuesday; I was wondering if I could wear boy clothes, I mean all boy clothes? You know since I might have to climb ladders and stuff during the inspections."

He thought for a second.

"Skip the stockings but make sure you wear panties."

"Yes John. Thank you," I replied gratefully and I was grateful.

"Candi, Monday something special. I’ll let you decide what. Nothing plain, understand."

His voice took on a hard tone with that last statement so I knew I had better come up with something good.

After a slow drive in which I contemplated my sins and how hot my room in Hell would be I pulled into the garage and found that my wife had returned.

When I went inside I found her in the bathroom soaking dreamily in the tub with the massage jets running at full blast.

"What’s up?" I asked almost having to shout over the low rumble of the jets.

Startled, she was half asleep. She told me that when she saw my note she decided to have a long soak figuring I wouldn’t be home for a while.

She gave me a smile and asked me to bring in the groceries. I walked back to the garage and retrieved the few bags. She hadn’t bought much. I put the groceries away and went to my den.

I spent most of what was left of the day in my den pretending to work but really avoiding her. She stayed in our bedroom reading and watching TV. She stuck her head in and reminded me that our friends Charles and Joannie were coming over tomorrow. Oh great.

 

 

Chap 7

The next morning I got up early as usual listened to some radio and read the paper.

Charles and Joannie came by that afternoon. Charles is nothing to look at tall, slightly overweight with blond hair. Joannie on the other hand, oh my. In her mid thirties, an American of Japanese Ancestry with waist length black hair streaked with highlights throughout, long legs, a little narrow in the bottom but with the most beautiful pair of breast any man, lesbian or male lesbian could want to see. Large, round and firm. The pretty yellow cotton halter top she had on was showing them to good effect and the stretch denim skirt although not particularly short displayed more than enough of her long strong legs. I both lusted after her and envied her.

She liked to show off, old Chas liked her to show off so I was more than happy to enjoy the view especially when she would stretch her long legs in front of her and flex her pretty painted toenails in her beaded flower thongs. I spent more than a few minutes bent over the grill trying to get a peek up that short skirt. Strange no matter how old we get we’re still little boys at heart.

After we ate Charles and I went inside to do guy stuff, you know drink beer and flip through the games. He teased me about wearing long pants and a long sleeve cotton shirt on such a hot day when everyone else was wearing shorts, skirts and t-shirts.

I brushed him off telling him I’m just more susceptible to the cold than others.

As they were leaving that night Joannie gave me a goodbye hug, I held it extra long to get a feel of those beautiful love mounds. I looked over and notice that lech Charles giving my wife a pretty healthy good-bye squeeze.

I ran to bed that night well ahead of my wife, not wanting her to see my shaved legs and my new "runway".

When she came to bed she was wearing a baby-doll nightgown. It was green, made out of a soft material I couldn’t place. It had a halter type top that did a great job playing peek-a-boo with her tits.

She sidled into bed and cuddled beside me.

"Joannies pretty isn’t she?" From my wife.

"Yea she’s alright." I replied non-committaly. Best to remain neutral when this type thing comes up.

 

She laid her hand on my chest and began to rub my leg with her foot. Uhh-oh. She stopped for the briefest second and then continued. Her hand slowly slid down my chest across my stomach, making it’s way inexorably to little Scott who was already starting to respond.

"You don’t think she’s got nice boobies?"

She was getting closer.

"Oh yea, but I’ve never been a fan of real big tits."

Which was true, I prefer women with small perky breast unless they have large tits.

Her hand was moving around my nearly hairless sex, her body had gone from languid to alert.

"What’s this?"

"What?"

"This!" She replied running her fingers over my balls and penis and outlining my little feminine patch

" Well I was playing around in the shower and thought you might like it." I lied

She was now up on her knees pulling the coverlet down away from me.

"Oh wow, stand up let me see."

I got out of bed and stood facing her, I made sure I was close enough to the bed that she could not see my toes.

Her eyes were big and she appeared excited. This was a surprise.

She grabbed my penis and began to play with it. She rubbed my ball sack, stroked my penis and fondled my patch. She pulled me back onto the bed and before I knew what was happening she had me in her mouth.

It was hot and wet and was sucking like a Hoover Vacuum. She licked, she nibbled, she ran her tongue from the tip to the base of my ball sack. She brought her tongue up and licked the pre-cum from the tip.

She stopped took a breath and then practically swallowed my little guy whole.

Damn where had that come from?

Her jaws and her throat worked their magic while her hands were busy giving my balls a workout.

I knew I was going to cum any second. I tried to push her away. The only time I had cum in her mouth, back in our dating days she had not been happy.

Instead of pulling away she sucked harder and got an even more secure grip on my balls.

I felt my buddy swell up and then I was cumming in her mouth.

I must have cum a pint and she swallowed it all. She didn’t stop she continued on still sucking and licking not letting me deflate.

When she was sure I was sufficiently hard again she sat up, positioned her pussy over my rod and slid me in. Man was she wet, no resistance, just hot silky softness. She began to ride me like a woman possessed, a couple of time she bucked so hard she raised all the way off of my boy, but she slid back on without missing a beat.

After a few minutes I could feel her sex begin the gripping sensation that signals the onset of her orgasm. I gripped her ass cheeks and squeezed, something that always seems to heighten her sensation. Her breathing became ragged and her movements even more intense as her orgasm washed over her. Her hands gripped my shoulders as she cried out in ecstasy. At the last minute I grabbed her hips thrust up and shot what little spew I had left up into her quim.

She collapsed on me her breath slowly returning to normal. When I felt her fall asleep I gently pushed her off of me and pulled the covers over us reached up and turned off the light.

As I spooned against her she reached back and took my sex in her hand as we drifted off to sleep.

 

Chap 8

Ah Monday, my favorite day of the week. Yea sure.

Something special John had said. Make me party to my own humiliation. He’s a smart SOB.

I had thought I would wear my white bustier with white stockings and my black "Jenna Jameson Porn Star" sandal heels but decided against them.

I jumped in the shower and washed off the remnants of our wild coupling. As I stood under the water and shaved my legs and touched up my underarms I figured out what I would wear.

I checked my nails to see if they needed touching up; they were good. I slid down the hall to my den and opened my closet. I still hadn’t figured out why my wife would be in my stuff but nothing was missing or damaged so I let it slide.

I pulled out my undies for the day. They were my vinyl suspender pantyhose; the stockings were seamless with vinyl suspender top and 3 inch vinyl band around the top. They came with vinyl panties that I chose not to wear for comfort reasons. Instead I picked a pair of pretty black nylon with a delicate lace trim around the waist and legs and a little bow in the center of the waistband.

For shoes I was still going to go with the "Jenna Jameson" heels when I saw my heels from Spiegel.

These were the prettiest shoes I owned. Simple and elegant, a little wisp of a shoe with a single thin strap across the toe and a strap that wraps around and ties at the back of the ankle. They have a 4-inch stiletto heel and a sole so thin it’s almost not there. They were too good for that bastard but I wanted to wear them and they wanted me to wear them. I knew my legs would look beautiful in them. The question was why did I care.

I arrived at the office on time as usual and set down to work. Strangely enough I wasn’t nervous. If John called he would call, if he didn’t then he didn’t.

Strangely he didn’t call.

I went about my daily duties. I had to meet with one of the bookkeepers; one of our suppliers, not the roofing guys thank goodness seemed to be over-charging us. That had to be resolved.

Bruce came into the office just before lunch to see if I wanted to go out with he and one of the salesmen. We were almost out the door when John, much to both of our surprise, stuck his head in the door. He smiled at us and asked if he could talk with me over lunch.

Of course I said yes and told him I’d come down to his office in a minute.

He told me that was okay we could talk in my office. I apologized to Bruce and told him maybe tomorrow.

He understood you don’t turn down the boss for lunch. He turned around to go but before he did he made the universal sign for brown nosing.

"So what do you want to do for lunch boss?"

"Wait here for a few minutes Candi." He replied, "I’ll be back in a few minutes."

It didn’t take a genius to figure out what he wanted. I pulled off my pants as fast as I could and took the shoes from my bag. I sat down and slipped them on I tied the delicate straps around my ankles and stood up. I admired my long legs in the black silky stockings and felt a tingle in little Candi.

I sat down and pushed myself under my desk. I left my shirt on. If anyone walked in they would just see Scott sitting at his desk working.

A tap and the door was opening. I looked up and watched John carry in a large athletic bag. He turned and locked the door.

 

I stood up pulled my shirt off and stepped around the desk. When he got a full look at me his eyes actually widened for a second. I think he really liked the shoes. I smiled inwardly I knew they had been a good choice.

He sat in the one chair in my office. He didn’t invite me to sit so I stood.

"How are you feeling Candi?"

"Good, thank you."

"I mean about Saturday."

"I’ve come to terms with it. Just like I’ve come to terms with a lot of things over this last week, why?’

"That’s good," he responded ignoring my question. "Take your panties off."

Oh no I thought with a sigh as I slipped my panties down my legs and off.

He looked me up and down. I felt a tingle go through me. The added humiliation of standing without panties was having an effect on my clitty; she was slowly coming to life.

"Good, clean these papers off your desk."

I keep a fairly clean desk, some papers and an in/out box, monitor not much else. As I put the papers in my desk and the box on the floor I prayed that what I thought was coming wasn’t.

After the desk was cleared Jim reached into the bag at his feet and pulled something out. He held it out to me. I spend enough time on bondage websites to know right away what it was, a ring gag.

I looked at him pleading.

"Please John, not this, not here." I begged

"Why not here?"

"Please," I pleaded again, "it’s a work day there are people here, can’t we do it somewhere else?"

"Well we could do it at your house, perhaps on your dining room table. What time does your wife get home from work? We can start just before she arrives."

"What if someone comes in?" Making one last plea.

"Almost everyone is at lunch no one is going to come in especially since I locked the door."

Defeated I took the gag from him, slipped the ring between my teeth and buckled it behind my head.

"Good girl. Now a question; face up or face down?"

I was puzzled for a second then understood what he meant.

"Face up" I grunted through the gag. Although it came out, as ‘ace uhh’.

"Good choice. Up on the desk."

I turned and sat down on the desk then lay back, my long legs hanging over one end.

He grabbed one wrist buckled a leather cuff to it and pulled it down. I stared at the ceiling as he fastened the other end of the cuff to the leg of the desk. He came around the desk and repeated the process with my other arm. I didn’t look at him adopting an attitude of denial and indifference.

He stepped to the end of the desk, took one foot in hand and lifted it up. He held my foot for a long second and gently stroked my calf, just once sending a trimmer, which he must have felt, up my body.

I felt a cuff go around my ankle. He bent my knee, pushing it back toward my chest. He came around the side of the desk to my head. He lifted my head and I felt a cord go around the back of my neck. He walked down the other side of the desk and was back at my feet. He grabbed my ankle and lifted my other foot. I snuck a peek and watched him strap the other cuff around that ankle. He adjusted the strap pulling my knees back further, completely exposing me.

My thighs were touching my mid-section my toes pointing to the ceiling. I could see my painted toes through the stockings and was completely excited. I looked down between my legs at my hard clitty, a small drop of pre-cum already at the tip, and watched it throb, to my racing heartbeat. The traitor. I reviewed my position and figured John would enjoy my humiliation for a little while and the let me go. Well I could hope anyway.

"Not to uncomfortable are you?" His voice startled me out of my reverie.

I shook my head no.

I snuck a glance at him as he reached into the bag again. A mask. It was a black sleep type mask.

He put the mask over my eyes and slipped the band over my head. He adjusted the mask and I felt something move in front of my face.

I was completely blind, tied in an uncomfortable position to my desk. My co-workers, those not at lunch, were just a few dozen yards away. If one came in both of us would be ruined.

I could hear him rummaging around, I guessed in the bag.

"Damn, well I forgot something. I have to retrieve it. Be back in a second, okay hun?’

What! He was leaving? Was he crazy? "No!" I tried to shout through the gag shaking my head.

"Don’t worry Candi, I’ll be right back, you wont even know I’m gone."

I shook my head violently and tried to yell through the gag again as the door opened and closed.

I listened, maybe he was kidding, maybe he was still in the room. I tried to get my breathing under control, relax let my heart slow down. There was no sound in the room that I could detect and nothing coming through the door.

As I calmed down I considered my condition. I’ve always been fascinated by bondage. I love pictures of t-girls bound and gagged and now here I was one. Despite my fear I loved the feel of my position. The ring gag stretching my jaws, my arms stretched taut, pulled back, holding me down to the desk, my legs in the air leaving me so exposed, my total blindness. What a delicious feeling of complete submission.

I flexed my toes and felt the cuffs on my ankle.

A tap on the door! It opened, "Hhhe" and then a gasp. The door quickly closed and I heard steps coming toward the desk. Who was in the office? It had to be John.

I tried to call his name, but it came out Han.

I could here the breathing of whoever was in the room beside me. Something in front of my face must have been checking my gag.

A hand on my chest, it slid down to my nipple and tweaked it, it slipped to the other and pinched lightly.

I shook my head and moaned no through the gag. Whoever was there heard only a bound man moaning.

Suddenly there was a hand on my leg, rubbing the inside of my thigh. It worked its way up until it touched the vinyl band of my stocking. It stopped for a second and then moved up to touch the bare flesh of my thigh, rough hands, definitely a mans. The hand went away for a second and he stepped away from the desk.

I listened intently, where had he gone? I heard the door lock click; the sound was so loud to me that it actually startled me.

Despite the fact that fear, confusion and uncertainty had been my constant companion for the last week at that moment I had never been more afraid at any time in my life. I was past the point of ordinary fear. The only thing I could hear was my own heart pounding like a jackhammer pushing the blood through my head.

When his hand touched my ball sack I didn’t even jump I was so paralyzed with fear. His other hand rubbed my foot and slid up my leg.

Somewhere in my brain an argument was taking place. Part of it said that it was John torturing me the other part said that if I just lie still the stranger would have his fun and go away. A small part noticed that his hands felt good and that I was responding. His hand left my balls and began to slowly and gently stroke little Candi. His other hand was stroking, making small circles on the inside of my thigh with his fingertips.

A sigh. Had that come from him or me? His fingers continued their travels they had reached the bare skin just above my stoking top. He ran a finger across my skin at the point where the vinyl band ended until he was at the back of my thigh. He continued to slowly stroke my clitty; which was now painfully hard.

His whole hand slid down coming to rest on my bare bottom. He stroked my bum cheek lightly as his hand made it’s way toward; ‘Oh no not there’ I thought.

His fingers reached my pooper. The tip of a finger tried to enter and met resistance he pushed harder and still couldn’t penetrate my natural resistance.

He moved his hand away and stopped his stroking. Both hands were then on my thighs almost pushing them further apart. The hands slid down, I think I felt him move away.

The hands were now on my bottom putting pressure on my cheeks, pushing them apart. Then it happened, I felt his tongue on my pooper. As I tried in vain to pull away I moaned in shame, fear and anger. I think he took it for pleasure because his efforts became more intense, probing, licking, stabbing deeper and deeper each time.

While he licked one hand caressed my ball sack, making my clitty even harder. He must have seen little Candi jump again because he grabbed her and began to slowly stroke her again.

I don’t know how long he licked me, but suddenly he wasn’t licking me or stroking me anymore. I heard him moving and felt the fingers of one hand on my butt. He was trying to spread my hole. I felt what I hoped and prayed was his finger (but I knew wasn’t) pressing against my back passage. I clamped down in an attempt to keep him out. He pushed once and then again with no luck. He took my balls in has hand and applied slight pressure to them. I knew that it was a silent warning.

Again I felt him at my pooper this time I tried to relax. At first his entrance was slow, very slow. The pain and fear caused me to tense up again, another squeeze. I tried to breath deep and relax. He pushed again in a little more, and moan from me, another long push and finally the head was in. I thought I was going to die I moaned in pain as tears came to my eyes. As I tried to catch my breath he began to push again. What came next was even more painful than the initial push. Instead of getting smaller this part of his dick seemed to be fatter than the head. I had put a few fingers in there during my masturbation fantasies but it had never felt anything like this. Whoever this was he was huge and he wasn’t stopping I couldn’t believe how long he was. I couldn’t believe I could take that much. Finally with one last thrust he was all the way in.

I could feel his skin against mine; his rough pubic hair touched my ball sack. I felt as if my bottom was on fire and I had never, ever had a feeling like this in my life. Yes there was pain but I felt so full.

He stood still for a second adjusting his position, making himself comfortable in me. His hands wrapped around my thighs and he began to move.

For the first few thrust he was actually gentle, but just for the first few. He was quickly overcome with his lust and began to thrust in and out of me like a man possessed.

He grabbed my clitty and began to stroke it in time to his rutting. He must have been very excited because in less than a minute I felt him swell signaling his coming ejaculation a few more thrust and he was cumming. He let out a low throaty moan and shot his hot seed into me. As soon as I felt him cum my balls shot there own juice into the air and on me, I even felt on spurt hit me on the mask.

He let go of my clitty. I heard him move apparently pulling up his pants. The door unlocked and opened, a slight delay, he must have been checking the hall then the door closed.

I lay there on the desk feeling his seed in me. Trying to will away the pain, choking back my sobs. I lay there for I don’t know how long in my shame and pain feeling my cum cool and harden on me.

Presently the door opened, ‘Oh please no not again, I’m to sore’.

"Sorry I took so…" His voiced trailed off; it was John. "What the Hell? Damn"

He unbuckled one of the cuffs from my ankle and my cramped tired legs fell exhausted my feet just touched the floor.

He came around and pulled the mask from my eyes. I blinked backed the tears and squinted against the suddenly bright light.

He unbuckled one arm and then the other. I tried to raise them to cover myself and realized that they had gone numb. I made another futile attempt to lift them finally in frustration I let them drop.

John helped me up and into a chair. I flexed my fingers; the feeling slowly came back into my arms.

"What the hell happened here, I was only gone for a few minutes?" He asked. There was actually a hint of concern in his voice.

I looked at him and didn’t answer. He looked at me remembered the gag and unfastened it.

I worked my sore jaws trying to relieve the discomfort and get moisture back in my mouth.

"You bastard" I croaked. "Don’t pretend you don’t know what happened. You did this to me."

"You think I came in here and fucked you Candi? Well you certainly have a high opinion of yourself. Why in the name of goodness would I fuck you and then deny it?"

"I don’t know some sick game you’re playing." I hissed at him.

"Look Candi, honey. I may be a prick but if I were going to fuck you, I would bend your little sissy ass over push your head down and give you a fucking you wouldn’t believe."

I looked at him stunned. He was acting as if I had enjoyed this and would enjoy it with him if it had happened.

"I don’t know what happened but I can guess, I think. One of my straight laced up-tight mid-western employees slipped in here after I left and fucked your sissy ass. I would say, from the mess that I found, he enjoyed it and so did you. Am I right"

By now the feeling had returned to my arms. I had pulled my knees up and was hugging them to my chest.

"It was horrible, I’ve never been more frightened in my life."

"And you liked it; didn’t you?" His voice got slightly more insistent less consoling.

I hugged my legs tighter and didn’t answer.

"Any idea who it might have been?"

"Why what are we going to do have him arrested?" I went into a little bit of a rant then ‘Oh yes officer, you see I was tied to my desk, dressed like a half nude sissy whore. Then someone slipped into the office, fucked the shit out of me, jacked me off and didn’t even stick around for a cigarette.’ "But no I don’t have any idea who it might have been."

He sighed. "Okay, go home. I’ll tell Rene you’re sick. Can you make home do you need a lift?"

"I’m fine I’ll make it on my own." "Please I need to be alone for a while"

As he was leaving he turned and told me to take a couple of days off.

"I have some punches tomorrow. I don’t want to miss them."

"Okay, do the punches and then take a few days off. We’ll see you Friday."

"Okay. John, what should I wear Friday?"

He hesitated for just a second, "Something pretty." He smiled and, bag in hand was gone.

I set for a while letting myself calm down. When I had recovered enough I cleaned up what hadn’t dried on me. Painfully I got into my boy things. Strangely, I wasn’t in that much pain from the brutal fucking I had received, the licking he gave me had lubricated me pretty well. I was more sore; primarily my shoulders from the uncomfortable position John had bound me in.

After I was dressed I slipped quietly out of my office and made my way to my car. I forced myself to walk normally as normally as possible.

I ran into Rene on the way out. She smiled at me and told me she hoped I was feeling better soon.

The drive home was strange, every time I moved I could feel his (I had come to think of him as this hulking figure with a monster penis attached) spend leak out of me leaving a cold spot in my panties. I expected more pain than I had. I was sore and slightly uncomfortable. Not that I’m complaining the lack of pain was a good thing.

After I arrived home I stripped out of my clothes put my soiled undies away, I would clean them later and slid into a hot bubble bath.

I was sitting in the tub, letting the soreness soak from me, trying not to think about what had happened and my reaction to it, when I heard my wife drive in. She was surprised to see me there. I was early and I never take baths, only showers plus there were bubbles in the tub.

I told her I hadn’t felt well at work so I came home early and for some reason felt like a bath. I told her not to worry about dinner, I would go straight to bed.

I stayed in the tub long enough for the soreness to ease a bit and touched up my shaved areas. I waited until I was sure my wife was out of the bedroom to get out, I still didn’t want her to see my toes even though she hadn’t seemed to be bothered by my little girly patch or noticed my underarms.

After I had moisturized and fixed a few chips on my nails I hopped into bed. I tossed and turned and tried to block out the memory of the exquisite fullness I had felt on the desk. Finally I just as I drifted off to sleep something that had been bothering me broke through.

 

Chap 9

Tuesday morning I woke early to get a jump on the home inspections.

I put on the most comfortable panties I have, the blue mesh and put on the rest of my clothes. I was so used to putting on stockings that I almost put on a pair of thigh highs before I caught myself.

I arrived on the site early and met with the construction manager a guy named Joe before the buyers and the lender arrived.

He was sitting in his truck when I arrived. I walked over, smiled and said hi.

He gave me a funny look and a smile that made me sort of nervous. I don’t know why perhaps I was becoming paranoid.

The buyers arrived and we finished the inspection just in time for the next one to start. Both went off with no problems, two sets of satisfied customers and money in John’s pocket.

I said they went off with no problems and they didn’t. Still, during the entire process I was getting a strange feeling from Joe nothing I could put my finger on. He just seemed to be giving me curious looks when I glanced at him.

The inspections took the whole morning so by early afternoon I headed home.

I was home a few hours ahead of my wife so of course I decided to dress. I went to my room opened my closet and tried to decide what to wear. Then something strange happened; the desire wasn’t there. Not the desire to dress that is always with me.

If you haven’t guessed by now my cross dressing is a highly erotic sensual experience for me. If I haven’t rubbed my clitty to at least one ball draining cum while dressed, well it’s never happened.

Well I was looking in my closet and trying to decide what to wear and nothing had happened, my little girl was in her usual relaxed mode.

I decided to try an experiment; I’m a bit of a shoe fetishist. Okay I’m a tremendous shoe fetishist. I slipped on a pretty pair of wood platform slides and waited on a reaction. Nothing. Curious.

I still wanted to dress and I knew my wife wouldn’t be home for a few hours so I slipped on a pair of thigh highs, put on the bra that matched my panties. Still nothing from my clitty.

I decided to finish dressing and just enjoy the day. Nothing I owned is anything a genetic girl would wear to the grocery store but I went with the most conservative thing I could find, a blue denim mini from Old Navy, that I had hemmed ridiculously short and a white bare midriff tank top that if I had tits would have shown the bottom half. I looked in the mirror and changed into a white bra. I could still see the bra thru the shirt the look was decidedly tarty but not as slutty as I usually went for. I placed my wig on my head and combed it out. I put on my favorite lipstick, eyeliner and mascara and then proceeded to make dinn