Office Girl Dani, Part Two

One month later

Summoned to Ms. Lola Venus's office, Daniel minced on his five-inch heels to her door. He knocked and heard her lovely British-accented voice call, "Enter!" He obeyed and was struck speechless and stock-still by the vision before him. Unlike her usual business-like power suits, today Ms. Lola was in a white man-tailored blouse, open to the waist, revealing her massive breasts and their impressive cleavage. Below it, she wore a tight, knee-length black eather skirt. Her legs were in dark hose and her feet in black peep-toe pumps."Well, Dani, don't I look nice?" she asked.

"Nice..." Daniel murmured in response, even while thinking Why does everyone insist on calling me Dani?

Ms. Lola smoothed her hands over her tits and down over her leather-clad thighs. "Yes, very nice, isn't it?"

"Nice..." Daniel repeated.

"Nice, nice, nice, nice," she began to intone and soon Daniel was saying it with her, swaying to the rhythm of the words:

"Nice, nice, nice, nice, nice, nice...."

He fell into trance, as he had been programmed to do. "Yes, so nice and docile, compliant and obedient, submissive to my every wish and desire. Aren't you, Dani?"

"Yes, Mistress," he replied. "Nice...."

"It is time to take your training to a new level, Dani," she explained. "I want you to report to the cosmetic studio and follow the instructions you are given there."

"Yes, Mistress," Daniel answered. He turned and left, heading for the cosmetics studio. When he arrived, Ms. Puffpouder, the cosmetician was waiting. "Ah, Dani, I've been waiting for my chance at you. Such a sweet face to have as my canvas," she purred. "Remove everything down to your underwear, please," she directed. Entranced, Daniel complied, stripping to his camisole, panties and hose. She guided him to a salon chair and strapped him in. "Just in case," she said, smiling.

She wiped his face of the minimal cosmetics he had been wearing every day since he began employment at Lola Venus. Then she moisturized him, before beginning with foundation, to even his skintone. Then she carefully shaved, plucked and shaped his eyebrows to a feminine curve. Next was eyeshadow--a light tone under his brow and a darker brown on his lids. Then finally, a very dark streak in the crease.

Stepping back, she observed her work. "Yes, we're getting there, Dani." She took a set of false eyelashes out and began carefully applying them to him. They were thick and heavy and Daniel could feel their weight. After applying the lower lashes as well, she carefully did his eyes with eyeliner. "Oh, yes, a lovely pair of orbs, dear," she said, adding, "No, don't you look yet, dear...not until I'm completely done."

Next came blush, lavishly applied to the apples of his cheeks, giving him not only a girlish glow, but a look of feminine embarrassment. The final touch was a wig--"Just until your own hair grows, sweetie"--done in an upswept late 1940s couiffeur. Now, she swung the chair around to face the mirror. "There you are, darling...now you are truly a Lola Venus beauty!"

Daniel stared at his transformed reflection. "Nice...nice...nice..." he murmured, further mesmerized by his own new appearance.

"Yes, very nice," Ms. Puffpouder, agreed, grinning. "Now, up you go," she said, undoing his straps. "I have instructions to send you to the wardrobe department. I'm told you know the way." Daniel began to pick up his pantsuit, to put it back on. "Oh, no, Dani, you are to go just as you are." Even hypnotized, this surprised him. But I'm barely decent like this!

Ms. Puffpouder escorted him to the door. "Go on, dear. We're all used to seeing pretty things in their pretty underthings around here!"

Daniel carefully minced his way along the corridors to his next destination. He'd last visited the wardrobe department on his first day, when he'd been transformed into the androgynous editorial assistant he had been until now. He was greeted again by the wardrobe mistress, who he now knew to be Madame Femcouture. "Ah, Dani, welcome back, ma petite! I have everything ready for you!"

She led him to a posing platform in the middle of the room, and directed her assistants to strip him of all that was left of his attire. When his panties were removed, revealing his smooth crotch, they all oohed and aahed at his erect cock. "Now, ladies, that is enough of that," Madame admonished them. "Bring out the foundation garments we have chosen for Dani!"

There it is, again...Dani! Am I Dani now? Still entranced, those thoughts whirled in his mind, as the wardrobe staff garbed him in a bra with pointed cups, carefully padded to the proper size and shape. This was followed by satin tap panties with lacy edging and a matching garter belt. They directed him to sit as the drew sheer seamed stockings up his shaven legs, attaching them tautly to the clips of his garters.

He watched as Madame Femcouture produced his new outerwear, a figure-hugging suit with a knee-length pencil skirt, the jacket trimmed in leopard-print fur. The suit made his figure look not only feminine but decidedly exotic. Seated again, they put a pair of 1940s-style peep-toe pumps on his feet; as he stood, he felt the new balance of their six-inch heels.

Madame wheeled over a full-length mirror so that Daniel could see his new look. He gasped and whispered, "Nice...."

"Yes, nice," Madame agreed. "Exactly the style Ms. Lola Venus desired for her new personal assistant." She settled a veiled hat on his head. "There--no proper lady would go anywhere without a hat!" She walked him to the door. "Ms. Lola is expecting you at her office."

Daniel minced and wiggled on his new heels and in his tight skirt back to the publisher's office. Once again, he knocked and was bidden to enter. "Oh, yes, Dani, that is much better!" Ms. Lola complimented. "Now, for your new instructions at your new assignment. You are my personal assistant...and, I assure you, your assistance to me will be very personal! To explain that, go to your new desk outside my door, and activate the program PAduties on your computer."

Daniel went immediately to follow those directions, mincing back to his computer and launching the Virtual Venus program. The relaxing music came pouring through his headphones as soon as he put them on, that oh so soothing melody that seemed to play every so often throughout the building. Sometimes Ms Lola would summon him to her office where the music would be playing, and he’d just surrender to the tones and...well, he wasn’t sure what happened next, it always seemed such a blur, but he always found himself back at his desk feeling much happier.

The virtual avatar of Ms Lola appears on screen. “Hello sweetie, and welcome back to the Virtual Venus program. You have been granted permission to access the PA duties video, so just sit back, relax, feel nice and compliant, and enjoy your training.”

The vision of Ms Lola’s smile faded into a video of the redheaded magazine owner behind her desk. Sat in a chair in front of her was a perky office girl wearing an outfit identical to the one Daniel had been put into. As he watched, the office girl giggled and purred as Ms Lola crawled her way onto the desk, opening her legs to expose her glorious womanhood beneath her skirt.

“I am a good girl for Ms Lola,” said a soft, dark, feminine voice through the headphones, in a tone that stood out so clearly from the music and the reinforcing ‘Nice, Nice, Nice’ that faded in and out of the background. “I am Ms Lola’s personal assistant. I am completely at Ms Lola’s disposal. I am happy to serve Ms Lola in any way.”

The video showed the office girl eagerly sticking her mouth between Ms Lola’s legs, her tongue going ten to the dozen in oral pleasure. If Daniel hadn’t been so deeply entranced, he’d have been aroused. Instead he just watched and accepted what he was seeing, the words settling strongly and firmly into his brain. 

“I am devoted to Lola Venus,” the voice continued, as the office girl moaned and lapped at her manager...no, her owner’s pussy. “I am her submissive lover and slave. My duty is to perform for her however she wants me. Her thoughts are my thoughts, her will is my will.”

“Her will is my will,” Daniel mumbled as the music and the constant Nice, Nice, Nice lulled him deeper and deeper into a blissful trance.

“Ms Lola is my boss and my Mistress. Ms Lola decides and dictates my life. I’m her toy, her doll, her plaything. I will be whatever Ms Lola wants me to be, look however Ms Lola wants me to look, think whatever Ms Lola tells me to think. Ms Lola is my world. Ms Lola is my Goddess. Ms Lola is my all.”

“Ms Lola is my all,” Daniel mumbled, finding it so hard to stay awake, but unable to stop watching.

The video cut to the office girl’s point of view, tiling upwards to see Ms Lola’s face, who was clearly enjoying the oral sensation. Ms Lola was looking directly at the camera, as if starting directly at Dani.

“That’s right, Dani. That’s who you are now. Dani, my personal assistant. No longer a man, never to be a man again. Now a male lesbian, a woman in all ways but one, a girl with a natural strap-on. Forget whatever pathetic life you had before me. Now you are only my personal assistant.”

The video changed shots to show the office girl lying on the desk, a thick black strap-on protruding from her waist. Ms Lola was using it like a dildo, almost ignoring the woman beneath her as she jiggled up and down on the seven-inch beauty. The office girl was staring into space, doing little more than breathing as she allowed Ms Lola to use her.

“I am a sextoy for my Mistress,” the girl’s voice came again. “I don’t have to think. I don’t have to feel. I just have to obey. I just have to let my Mistress play.”

It seemed to Daniel (was that his name? It didn’t seem right) that there were two voices playing, almost as if one was playing over the other. Then he realised. There was the girl’s voice, and there was his voice as he repeated each sentence out loud. And it was becoming harder and harder to tell which voice was which. Were there really two? Was it only one? Was this his voice being so soft and sweet and feminine?

“I’m a toy, I’m a doll, I’m a dildo on legs. Mistress’ pleasure is all I live for. I must serve Mistress Lola. Obedience is pleasure. I must serve Mistress Lola. Obedience is pleasure. I must serve Mistress Lola. Obedience is pleasure. I must serve Mistress Lola. Obedience is pleasure.”

And so it continued, Dani (I am Dani now and forever) chanting those words until they were the only thing she could think, the only thing she could remember. On the screen, the video cut to Mistress Lola’s upper body, still jiggling up and down as she pleasured herself on her toy.

“And now Dani, your personal assistant training is complete. Now when I snap my fingers,” she lifted her hand, fingers at the ready, “You will return to my office and show me what you’ve learnt. Obey!” 

She snapped her fingers, causing the screen to turn black, the headphones to go silent. Dani removed the headphones, stood up, went back to Mistress Lola's desk, kneeled before her, and said, "Command me, Mistress Lola...."

“Oh I intend to, sweetie,” Mistress Lola purred in delight. “But first, tell me what you are.”

“I am Dani, your male lesbian personal assistant. I am at your disposal, your will is my will. I must serve Mistress Lola. Obedience is pleasure.”

“It certainly is. Now it’s time to put your training to the test…”