The Client's a Sissy!
"Yes, yes--that's terrific, Olivia!" Angela, now a partner in the ad agency, smiled as she received the report from the private investigator she'd hired.
"Oh god! That's wonderful--keep it up!" She gasped breathily. "What--oh no, Olivia. I was talking to Stephanie. Yes, she's here and doing what she does best!" the attractive executive chuckled...then took in another deep breath of rapture. "What--uh--else have you found out?"
She paused to listen to more of Olivia's report. "No--really? Can you get me a picture? Wonderful!. I look forward to seeing it this afternoon!" She hung up.
She reached beneath her desk and pressed her secretary's head deeper into her naked crotch. "Don't you dare stop, you little tramp!" Angela gasped and smiled again, as the sexy insult only made Stephanie work even harder. "And keep your slutty little hands away from your own clitty-stick. You'll come when I say so and not before!" As the submissive secretary brought her mistress to orgasm after orgasm, Angela thought back to that moment, two years ago, when she'd first experienced this feeling, the culmination of her campaign to feminize her boss, Stephen, and subject him to the humiliation of numerous different girlish personas, from secretary to maid to hooker, all imposed upon him through the hypnotic skills taught Angela by Jennifer and her cadre of mesmerizing feminists.
She felt her body shudder from another pass by Stephanie's eager, talented tongue, then glanced at the clock on her desk. "Oops! If I'm going to make that lunch meeting with Olivia, I'd better rush." She looked down at her lovely submissive. "Stand up, Stephanie!"
The secretary arose, smoothing her tight skirt over her thighs, hopelessly trying to disguise the evidence of her last remaining maleness. "Just hold your horses, honey," Angela grinned. She walked to the door, feeling the sensuousness of her own tight black leather business suit as it rippled over her breasts, her thighs, her ass. She posed in the door of the office.
"Stephanie, look at me."
"Yes, Mistress Angela," the feminized male replied. She stared at the dominating executive with unashamed adoration and lust.
"Stephanie, come and get it!"
And with that command, Stephanie all but collapsed with the power of her own long-delayed, but massive orgasm.
Angela smiled again as she exited and said, "Get yourself cleaned up, finish the transcript of this morning's meeting, and then get home. Your instructions will be in your e-mail."
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"Look, Angela, Howard Electronics is the biggest prospective client your ad agency has ever had," Olivia said, as she settled in at the secluded table in the Ritz Hotel's posh restaurant. "You asked me to find something on the CEO to give you leverage over the other agencies bidding for the account."
She paused before opening her briefcase and pulling out a thick folder. "Well, I can't think of anything more suited to your--um, 'talents'--than this." She pushed the folder across the table to Angela.
Angela flipped the folder open and began to page through the reports and documents Olivia and her trained investigators had gathered. "You weren't kidding on the phone, were you?" she said. "How did you find all this?"
"Hey, I'm as much a part of the kinky lesbian scene as you are, Angela, baby," Olivia replied, grinning. "Apparently, Carl Howard's predilections are well-known in some parts of the city's kink crowd." She stopped as she saw Angela's mouth drop open in surprise. "Oh, you found the photo!"
"This is Carl Howard?!" Angela stared at the eight-by-ten. It showed a tall "little girl" in a blue and white outfit with yellow trim and a full white petticoat. Her hair fell in dark waves to her shoulders and was held by yellow ribbons with a big matching bow at the back. Her eyes were a startling blue, her cheeks heavily rouged, her lips a deep pink color.
"Yep--that's him. Carl Howard loves to dress as a little sissy...but here's the interesting part: He's not a submissive," Olivia explained. "He loves the clothes and all, but he doesn't want to be forced into it. And he's not interested in any other kind of cross-dressing or other kinky stuff."
"Well, I think we can change that," Angela chuckled.
"You mean--you don't think this is enough to hold over him?" Olivia asked.
"Not at all. This is just my 'in'--I intend to completely control Carl Howard just as I do Stephanie and you do Brittany." She looked up to see a tall 'girl' in chauffeur's livery (with a too-short miniskirt) walk up to the table. "Speak of the devil, as it were."
"Excuse me, mistresses," the chauffeur began. At a nod from Olivia she continued, "Mistress Olivia, you have a call from one of your investigators." She handed a cell phone to Olivia.
"Thank you, Brittany." The former Brett merely nodded. Olivia took the phone, but stopped before answering the call. "Brittany, you look ridiculous standing there. Horny is as horny does." She hit the "hold" button and said, "Olivia here, what's the story?"
And as Olivia took her call, Brittany dropped to her knees below the table and began to finger her mistress's privates with one hand, while the other reached under her own short skirt and clutched her already burgeoning member. The hypnotic trigger always sent the feminized chauffeur into a frenzy of sexual excitement.
Angela smiled, remembering the night she had assisted Olivia in turning the former head of the private investigation agency into her sexy slave. That command had been one of the first Olivia had insisted upon.
She scooped up the folder, admiring the revealing photo one more time, and waved farewell. She had a lot of work to do to prepare for the permanent feminization and submission of Carl Howard.
More to come
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