Employee's Retaliation turtleneckfan@hotmail.com Copyright 2007 All rights reserved
I knew I was a tough boss, and I could be a real ass-hole sometimes, so I guess it shouldn't surprise me that one of my employees would be out to get me. I just never saw it coming.
It all started when I called in sick one Thursday and, unbeknownst to me, our network administrator allowed one of my employees, Katie, to use my PC because her PC had crashed. Apparently, Katie discovered my stash of hard-core porn files on my hard drive, all of which were primarily along the lines of women being bound, gagged, humiliated, enslaved, double- teamed, and being subjected to bukkake sessions. Additionally, Katie apparently discovered several stories that I had written with similar themes: bondage, humiliation, forced bukkake sessions, etc. Katie was drop dead gorgeous, and I fantasized about her constantly, so I had actually used her as my "victim" in the vast majority of my stories. I now so regret not protecting these files with any kind of passwords....
I returned to work on Friday, and Katie stopped in my office first thing. She closed the door, sat down, and laid it all out for me. She had me nailed and I knew it, but she ended up giving me a choice: she would either take this up with my boss, have me fired, and sue my pants off for sexual harassment, or I could keep my job, avoid the lawsuit, but agree to submit to a punishment of her choosing. She then gave me exactly 60 seconds to decide.
My mind raced. I needed this job and I was terrified of a lawsuit, particularly after the brutal divorce I had just gone through. I didn't really see that I had a choice, so I agreed to do whatever she asked.
A wicked grin spread across her beautiful face. She abruptly got up and told me to be at her house immediately after work. She also warned me that she had told one other person in the office what she had found, and if I tried to do something stupid, or if I did not immediately obey her every command, this other person would follow through and rat me out. With that, she informed me that she was leaving for the day to get ready for tonight, and she walked out of my office.
The day seemed to go on forever, and I was sick with anxiety. I turned it over and over in my head, and I really didn't see any way out of this. All I could hope is that whatever punishment Katie had in mind wouldn't be too harsh. Oh how naive I was....
I arrived at Katie's house after work, almost dizzy with dread. She opened the door and told me to come in. As soon as the door closed behind me, she ordered me to strip naked. I hesitated, honestly dumbfounded by the request, and she immediately slapped me. She warned me that I was to obey her every command, without a moment's hesitation, or else I would have to suffer the consequences. She then repeated her order. I complied, placing all of my clothes into a garbage bag that she held out for me. When I had finished, she noted that I would not be needing male clothes anymore because I was going to be her new sissy bitch, and she disappeared with them. I could not really comprehend what she meant by "sissy bitch", but I would find out soon enough.
Katie marched me up to her bathroom, and she handed me a little blue pill and ordered me to take it. I started to ask what it was, but she slapped me hard again and told me that was my very last warning - one more word out of me, and all bets were off I would be fired and sued. I popped the tablet, wondering what it would do to me.
Katie then ordered me into the tub, where I was subjected to a freezing-cold shower. By the time she turned the water off, I was shivering uncontrollably. She handed me a bottle of hair-removal cream and ordered me to spread it over every inch of my body from the neck down. I complied, spreading the foul-smelling pink cream all over myself, including my crotch and up the crack of my ass. As the cream set in, she had me shave the stubble from my face. After about fifteen minutes, she turned the freezing shower back on, and I watched as all of the hair on my body washed down the drain.
I emerged from the shower shivering, pink and hairless. Katie had me dry myself off, and she handed me a bottle of floral-scented lotion, which she had me rub into my hairless skin. Katie then ordered me to massage the lotion into my crotch. Given the circumstances, I was surprised to find myself responding to my own touch, and I was quickly semi-hard.
Katie then placed a locking leather sheath around my cock, complete with a strap that wrapped under my balls. She mercilessly tightened the sheath and locked it in place, ensuring I could not remove it unless I wanted to rip my own balls off. Once in place, Katie ordered me to stroke the exposed head of my cock, and I was soon rock hard. The tight sheath pressed into me, and Katie commented that the Viagra I had just taken, combined with the constriction of the sheath around my cock and balls, assured that I would not be losing my erection any time in the near future. She tied a pink ribbon just underneath the head of my cock and finished it off with a large bow, commenting that I now had quite the sissy dick.
Katie then handed me a pair of pink satin panties covered with ruffles and ordered me to put them on. I slid them up my legs and quickly discovered that they were also crotchless, so when I pulled them all the way up, my cock continued to protrude obscenely out in front of me.
Katie then produced a pair of large silicone breasts, complete with realistic erect nipples. She sprayed adhesive to them and waited a few minuted for the adhesive to set up. Then she ordered me to lift my hands above my head, and she attached the large D-size breasts to my chest, twisting each of them to ensure full adhesive contact. She had me hold them in place while she plucked my eyebrows into a feminine arch. By the time she finished plucking my eyebrows, my new breasts were securely fastened to my chest, and I could tell that I would need some kind of adhesive remover to get them off.
Katie then proceeded to give me a full pedicure, finishing off each nail with several coats of pink polish and a top coat. She then gave me a full manicure, attaching extensions to each of my fingernails and applying several coats of the same pink polish to each nail, followed by a finishing top coat.
While my nails dried, Katie gave me a full make-over, applying foundation, blush, eyeliner, eye shadow, and mascara. She then applied a "plumping" cream to my lips that made them tingle and burn to make them fuller, and then she applied lip liner and glossy pink lipstick. She finished off my face with an application of finishing powder.
Satisfied with my make-up and sure that my nails had dried, Katie handed me a pair of thigh-high sheer pink stockings and ordered me to put them on, warning me to be careful not to put a run in them. She then handed me a pair of white baby-doll socks adorned with pink ruffles and ordered me to put them on. Finally, she handed me a pair of pink Mary Jane pumps, complete with three- inch heels.
She then had me stand up and raise my hands above my head again, and she placed a pink satin corset around my waist. She ordered me to inhale while she mercilessly laced it up tight. By the time she finished, the corset probably reduced the size of my waist by a good four or five inches. She then fastened six garters built into the corset to the tops of the my stockings.
I was then ordered to put on a short pleated miniskirt with a pink, black and white plaid pattern. Then she handed me a fuzzy pink angora turtleneck, which I carefully slipped over my head. The collar on the turtleneck was enormous and must have been at least five or six inches folded over.
Katie sat me down and proceeded to cut, curl and style my long blond hair. She finished off my hair by fastening a large plaid bow that matched my skirt to the crown of my head. Then, to my horror, Katie produced an ear-piercing gun and proceeded to pierce both of my ears twice, but instead of leaving the studs in place, she inserted heart-shaped studs into each upper piercing, and she inserted long dangling earrings with matching pink hearts to each lower piercing.
Katie had me get up, and I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror. The transformation was stunning, and although my facial features were a bit on the masculine side, I could have probably passed as a woman (albeit a woman in a very girlish skirt and turtleneck), even from a short distance.
Katie locked a pair of manacles, attached by a short chain, around my ankles, effectively hobbling me. She then pulled my arms behind my back and fastened a pair of handcuffs around my wrist. She ordered me to open wide, and she inserted a ball gag in my mouth, fastening it tightly in place. She then locked a collar around my neck and fastened a short leash to it. My cock continued to jut out obscenely from my crotchless panties, and the short miniskirt was not long enough to hide it.
Satisfied with my new look, Katie unceremoniously led me by the leash down to her living room. As soon as she led me into the living room, I was stunned and horrified to see four guys sitting around. Katie introduced me as her new sissy slave and announced that I would be serving them for the evening. All four guys simply leered at me, and I thought that I would pass out from the fear that I felt gnawing inside of me. I briefly though about running, but being bound, gagged and hobbled, I knew that escape would be next to impossible.
Katie asked the men - Jake, Adrian, Michael and Craig - who wanted to go first. All of them volunteered, and Katie told Jake that he could take the honors.
Jake stood up and Katie passed the leash to him. While Katie retrieved a camcorder, Jake walked all the way around me and nodded with approval at Katie. Katie shot me a wicked smile and hit the record button on the camcorder. At the same time, Jake suddenly gave a hard yank on my leash, forcing me to my knees. He removed the gag from my mouth, unzipped his pants and pulled out his semi-hard cock. He stepped over the leash so that it was between his legs, and then he pulled on it, forcing my face within a few inches of his crotch. He then grabbed his cock with his free hand and placed it against my lips. It was oozing pre-cum, and he rubbed it back and forth across my swollen pink lips. He commented how pretty my mouth was, and after coating my lips with his pre-cum, he ordered me to lick my lips seductively.
I was utterly helpless, and I saw no way out of it, so I did as he instructed. His pre-cum tasted slightly salty as I licked it from my lips.
He then ordered me to lick his cock like an ice cream cone. I slid my tongue up and down his shaft until he became rock-hard. His cock glistened with my saliva, and he ordered me to beg him to suck his cock. I spent the next five minuted pleading with Jake to be allowed to give him a blow-job, and I was forced to explain in graphic detail why I wanted to suck his cock so badly. I basically had to admit that I was a sissy cocksucker who craved having a cock in my mouth and loved the taste of cum. Only then did he "allow" me to suck him off.
I took his cock into my mouth and proceeded to give my very first blow-job. I was utterly humiliated: not only by the fact that I was dressed as a woman, on my knees with my own erection sticking straight out, giving head to a stranger, being watched by four others, and being filmed while I sucked to boot - but doubly so by the unavoidable sucking and slurping sounds I was making as I sucked him off. It just got worse when Katie ordered me to make sounds demonstrating how much I enjoyed having a real cock in my sissy mouth.
I sucked for a few minutes, and he ordered me to deep-throat him. I gagged repeatedly as I took him further and further into my mouth, but I was eventually able to get my gag reflex under control, and I was able to take his entire cock into my mouth.
I deep-throated him for a few more minutes, and I felt his cock twitch. Suddenly, and without warning, he started to cum in my mouth. He still had a tight hold on my leash, and I was unable to pull back as he shot load after load of hot semen into my mouth. I had to either swallow or choke, so I swallowed what I could. The rest leaked out of the corners of my mouth and dribbled down my chin. When he finally finished shooting his load into my mouth, he ordered me to lick his cock clean. By the time I finished doing that, my lips and chin were covered with his spunk.
As soon as I finished blowing him, Katie ordered me to thank Jake for the yummy treat. She then told Adrian that it was his turn. Adrian took Jake's place, pulled out his cock, and ordered me to lick him until he was hard. However, as soon as his enormous cock became fully erect, he pulled back. Katie unlocked the cuffs around my wrists, ordered me onto my hands and knees, and she lifted my skirt and petticoat and lowered my panties, exposing my ass. She then ordered me to beg Adrian to fuck my ass. I again spent the next five minuted pleading with Adrian, only this time to be fucked like a girl. I was forced to explain in graphic detail why I wanted his cock up my ass so badly, and this time I had to admit that I was a sissy slut who loved to get fucked by a real man. Only then did Adrian agree me fuck me.
Adrian coated his cock with KY jelly and ordered me to spread my ass-cheeks apart with my hands to expose my cute little butt-hole for him. I did as I was told, and Adrian slid his cock between my ass cheeks, and placed the tip of his cock against my sphincter. He grabbed my hips and slowly started to push into me. I gave out a little cry as he worked the head of his cock into my virgin ass, and I thought that I would literally split in two. The pain mercifully lessened a bit as he slid the slightly narrower shaft of his cock into my ass. Soon, his cock was completely in me, and I felt his balls resting against the cheeks of my ass. He then started to fuck me. He started off slow, but quickly picked up speed. Soon, he was fucking my ass hard, and I could feel his balls slapping into my ass as he slammed into me. He fucked me hard for what seemed like hours, but was probably only minutes, and he finally let out a moan. I could not actually feel him cum inside of my ass, but when he finally pulled out of my ass, I could feel his semen leaking out of my ass and dribble down my thighs.
As soon as he finished, Katie ordered me to thank him for the lovely fucking. She then told Michael and Craig that it was their turn. They both stood in front of me, and they had me lick both of them until they were fully erect. I was then forced to beg them to double-team me. Again, after about five minutes of pleading, they acquiesced. Michael stood in front of me while Craig took up position behind me. Craig quickly shoved his cock into my ass while Michael shoved his cock into my mouth. The proceeded to double-team me over the next half-hour.
Craig came first, but kept his cock buried up my ass until Michael finished.
I eventually felt Michael's cock twitch, but instead of cumming in my mouth, he pulled out, ordered me to open wide, and shot his load into my open mouth. Katie ordered me not to swallow until I was given permission to, and his semen coated my lips and tongue. When he finally finished cumming, Katie zeroed in for a close-up, and she ordered me to swallow but to keep my mouth open. With an enormous gulp, I swallowed down the semen in my mouth. Katie then ordered me to thank Craig and Michael for the wonderful double-teaming.
Katie whispered something to Jake, and he disappeared for a moment and returned with a large dildo attached to a harness. Katie inserted the dildo into my ass, locked the harness around my waist, and slid an attached strap between my legs. She placed my still-erect cock through an attached O-ring on the strap and locked the strap to the harness around my waist, effectively locking the dildo in my ass. She then turned the dildo on, causing it to vibrate.
Katie then pulled up my panties and lowered my skirt and petticoat. She ordered me back on my knees, and she locked my wrists behind my back again. This time, she also locked my handcuffs to the manacles around my ankles, preventing me from even getting up. Finally, Katie produced another penis-shaped dildo, told me to open wide, and she popped it into my mouth. She warned me that I had best not spit it out.
Katie then placed a small pedestal in front of me, just a little shorter than my chin, and she placed a large glass bowl on the pedestal. She set up the camcorder on a tripod off to one side of me, hit the record button, and then explained the rules for the night. She was going to throw her very first bukkake party this evening, and I would of course be the guest of honor. Each guest would be required to jerk off into my mouth, and I would happily open my mouth to receive their gift. I would not be permitted to swallow; rather, I was to simply hold each "gift" in my mouth until they had finished, and then I was to carefully deposit the gift into the bowl by letting it dribble out of my mouth and down my chin. Then, when all of the guests had finished, I would have the honor of drinking it all down.
Over the course of the next two hours, the dildo in my mouth was removed as over 30 guys jerked off into my mouth, some of them more than once. I had to thank each one of them when they finished. By the time they all had taken their turn, cum was splattered all over my face, my lips and chin were completely coated, and the glass bowl was almost full of semen.
Katie then unlocked my wrists and I was ordered to jerk myself off into the bowl. After several hours of having the vibrating dildo up my ass stimulating my prostrate, combined with the Viagra and the constriction of the rings around my cock, it only took a few strokes. I was utterly humiliated as I had perhaps the most intense orgasm of my life, intensified by the involuntary constriction of my sphincter around the dildo. I even involuntarily let out moans of pure pleasure as my orgasm washed over me.
As soon as I finished cumming, I was ordered to pick up the semen-filled bowl. I then had to beg Katie for the honor of drinking down the yummy gifts that had been given to me. After several minutes of begging and describing how much I wanted to drink it all up, she relented and told me to drink up. She warned me not to spill a precious drop, and to be sure that licked the bowl completely clean.
I lifted the bowl to my lips, tilted my head back, and began to drink. Having hot cum shot into my mouth was bad enough, but having to drink down cold and congealed semen was the worst thing I've ever had to do. I tried to block it all out as I swallowed mouthful after mouthful. The worst part was probably the last part, as I had to lick the bowl clean. Katie then had me look directly into the camera and admit how much I loved the taste of cum, and how this was the best experience I've ever had.
And that was how my life as Katie's sissy slave started....
After the brutal weekend, Katie informed me that I was no longer allowed to pick out my own clothes, either at home or for work. At home, I was to be dressed as a sissy at all times, and I would never be allowed to wear guys clothes. For work, I would have to wear stockings, panties, the waist cincher and a bra, but I would be permitted to forgo the silicone breasts. For the first day back to work, Katie laid out my outfit for me: light blue corduroy pants, pink cable-knit knee socks, tasseled loafers that clearly showed off my pink socks, and a pink cable-knit turtleneck sweater. I was utterly humiliated to go to work dressed like this. To add insult to injury, Katie spread a rumor around at work that I was gay and was finally coming out of the closet.
Around lunch, Katie stopped in and ordered me to allow her to use my PC. She would not allow me to look at what she was doing until she stopped typing. She had drafted an e-mail to my boss, from my e-mail account, explaining that I had been going through counseling for many years and had decided to go through gender reassignment surgery. As part of the therapy, and as a condition to the surgery, I was required to live as a woman for six months. She wrote that I would love to continue working here, but given the transition, I would prefer to step down as a supervisor and instead work as more of a secretary, with of course an appropriate reduction in my salary. She had me recommending her as my replacement, and I could be her secretary. She noted that I would of course understand if I needed to simply resign, but I thought that I could be a wonderful and productive secretary for Katie. Finally, she asked if I could be referred to under my new feminine name, Holly.
I pleaded with Katie not to send the e-mail, but with another wicked grin, she hit the send button. Within minutes, my boss was in my office with Katie assessing the situation.
I had to go along with Katie or else suffer her wrath, so I spent the next hour explaining how I was a woman trapped in a man's body. At one point I even broke down in tears. My boss thought it was because I was so distraught over being trapped in a man's body, but it actually was because I was so distraught over this turn of events.
After an hour, my boss agreed to my recommendations. Effective immediately, Katie would take my position and I would become her secretary, and I would be allowed to dress as a woman full- time. My boss said that he would send out a company-wide e-mail regarding these changes, and if I ever ran into discrimination or hostility, I could count on him to be supportive of my gender reassignment.
From that day forward, I became Holly, Katie's secretary. I was only permitted to wear skirts, dresses, heels and other feminine clothing to work, and I essentially became a woman. Katie even started giving me hormone shots, and I was mortified as I started to develop tiny breasts. After three months, Katie scheduled an appointment for me with a plastic surgeon friend of hers. The doctor apparently knew I was under Katie's control, and Katie detailed all of the procedures I was to go through. Over the course of the next several months, I had breast implants, facial feminization surgery, vocal cord surgery to raise the pitch of my voice, my adam's apple was shaved down, and I had laser treatments to remove my body hair. Also, the hormones had essentially reduced the size of my balls to smaller than a peanut, so the surgeon removed my scrotum in another procedure. It was only after that surgery did I learn that Katie had given the authorization to castrate me, so my balls had been removed, too. Apparently the hormone shots that Katie gave me still contained enough testosterone to allow me to get an erection, and that was really the only male piece of me left.
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