Part one (added: 2012/07/12)

Before we married, my future wife and I had met each other casually in the corridor on the floor of our office building. She owned a large employment agency which occupied most of the floor on which I worked and the floor above. I worked as a bookkeeper in a much smaller office in a corner of the lower floor.

At first we would walk by each other in the corridor leading to the elevators and just nod in a cordial way. I was frankly quite intimidated by her. I found her to be extremely attractive but clearly so far out of my league that I did not dream of ever connecting with her. She was extremely well dressed, had an air of authority and confidence, and was tall and rather athletic looking under her tailored business suit. No woman of that description has ever shown any interest in me. I am shorter than she is, with a slender build. I have always lacked confidence in myself even though I am not bad looking. For that reason I was too shy to speak to her, but she continued to nod pleasantly, smiled, asked my name. One day she surprised me as we passed in the hall by suggesting we meet for a short lunch. I was startled but managed to stammer "Yes." she replied, "I will meet you at the Acquella Café around the block at 1 p.m. in ten minutes."

"Did she know that was my usual lunch time?" I wondered. I was too startled to question or disagree.

I had never been to the Acquella, a very high end French restaurant beyond my means where the higher level executives went to entertain clients. I looked around nervously but then saw that she was already seated. The maitre d' walked me to the table. She was clearly a regular patron. "You are a minute late," she said matter-of-factly." I mumbled an apology. "Sit down," she said. "I have already ordered for us." To my surprise, a bottle of expensive wine with two glasses arrived. "I usually don't drink at lunch," I said, a little ashamed. "It makes me a little less clear-headed." "

"I do drink at lunch," she replied firmly. "It helps take away some of the tension which builds up during the morning when I do my business with the East Coast and Europe. I expect you will be courteous enough to join me. I have not ordered food since I think you will not be hungry when you hear what I have to say." Startled, I took a large sip of the wine. It did help with my nervousness.

She looked me directly in the eye in that forthright manner that executives and successful negotiators use. I admit that a steady gaze is disconcerting and confusing to me. I immediately dropped my gaze.

"I have been watching you, Arnold," she said. "I think there is a personality fit between us that will work well for me. A woman like me who has been successful in business and in her personal life still has a need for a man in social and other matters who is presentable but also knows his place. I have been looking for a man who fits my criteria. I do not mean an escort of course and certainly not a man with macho delusions of his own importance. I am looking for a man who will accept his place, follow orders, and satisfy certain other needs which I will explain later, once you have accepted my terms. You will do nicely." She finished and took another sip of wine. I could see she was enjoying the situation. I on the other hand was confused and my head was frankly spinning from the wine and from the aggressive way she had.

"How do you know I will do nicely," I finally mumbled. "You can't know much about me."

"Oh but I do," she replied. "I am a very observant person, Arnold. Even when I first observed you I noticed that you wear lingerie under your clothes. Oh, yes, you conceal under your jacket and tie, but on some days I can see the outline of the bra you wear underneath, a size 34 b I believe, and several times I have seen a panty line. Your really should wear panty hose to conceal the line, although I find it quite sweet to see.

I was horror-stricken and flushed with embarrassment. "Oh don't worry," she went on, "I am sure your co-workers have not noticed. In fact I think they hardly notice you at all except to get the work done. But I do notice. And approve. I want a male with a clear feminine side and cross-dressing in delicate lingerie is a good first step. It gives us a foundation to build on."

She paused to observe the effect on me and took another sip of wine. "Then there are other points I have noticed," she continued. "For one, I am clearly much stronger than you. My athletic build comes from playing sports in college, and I keep up my physique with weight training and exercise. I was at one time a professional dancer. My height advantage intimidates you, as it does many other men. I would have no trouble overcoming you physically, and given your personality I doubt I would have to unless I wanted to-but we can also discuss that later."

I had to nod involuntarily at the plain truth of what she was saying. She could easily deal with me physically and I felt overwhelmed by her confident manner and horrified by her knowledge of me. I have been cross-dressing in bra, panties and nylon stockings all my adult life, but had been certain no one had ever had even a hint of my secret.

"There is more though," she went on. "Once I saw that you met my qualifications it was a simple matter to have an investigator check out your background-I do own an employment agency you know. It was also simple to engage a skilled hacker who had no trouble at all accessing your home and office computers and of course your email and web history. There is now very little about you which I do not know."

"I have now visited the "Sissy Sites" you go to every day to talk in chat rooms with other men who cross-dress, and fantasize about becoming a submissive woman. I have read your email on dating sites where you pose as a pretty young woman and trade email with men who think they are trying to set up a date with your alter ego, Arna, a 24 year old girl who says she is open to wild sex on the first date. You have described in delicious detail how you are seeking to be over-powered, stripped, bound, gagged and enjoyed. Wonderful. How disappointed some of your correspondents sound when you break off the correspondence after emailing for weeks. It must be sad for you as well each time a fantasy crashes into reality."

I could not think or move. This sudden exposure of every fact I thought secret left me paralyzed.

"So, Arna, here is an offer you cannot refuse. You will call your office now from your cell phone and tell them you are not feeling well. I have taken the afternoon off. I will pay the bill now and leave. You will wait three minutes exactly, then walk to the office parking garage, get off at the"C' floor and walk to my black Mercedes sedan. I will be waiting for you there. Make no mistake, Arna, I do not tolerate disobedience."

She took my cell phone off the table, dialed my office, and handed the phone to me. "Mary," I told the receptionist, "I am not feeling well; something at lunch made me sick. Please let my department know I will not be in today."

She took my cell phone from me, put it her purse, paid the bill, and walked out of the restaurant. I carefully timed three minutes on my watch, and then found my way to the garage. She was standing by the passenger door of her elegant Mercedes. "Get in," she said. I sat in the passenger seat, hoping for an explanation.

"Turn so your back is facing me," she said. As I did so, she seized my right wrist and twisted it up my back and snapped a handcuff onto my wrist. "Bring your left hand up to your shoulder," she ordered. In a moment I was tightly handcuffed with my wrists high up my back. She reached into the glove compartment, took out a large ball and pushed it against my lips. I did not resist but opened my lips. She pushed the ball hard with the palm of her hand until it went past my front teeth. The ball filled my mouth and depressed my tongue. It was not visible but there was no way to spit it out even though there was no strap holding it in. I was silenced and helpless. A thin strap was wrapped around my knees and cinched tight. She buckled the seat belt around me and forced me back into the soft seat so that the handcuffs and knee strap were concealed from view. She walked around to get into the driver's side.

It all happened so quickly I did not have time to think. Then I was terrified. Then I was thrilled. I had been imagining for years being captured, subdued and waiting helplessly for an unknown fate with a determined and ferocious captor. I faced forward in the seat trembling lightly, waiting for the next step. She gave no explanation but just smoothly backed the car out and exited the garage.

She turned the radio to a classical station, and drove expertly, as I relaxed a little into the soft seat, for about 30 minutes without a word until we pulled up to the gate of a large estate type home. The gate opened and we drove up a curving driveway and into a large garage adjoining the house. She got out of the car, opened the passenger door and undid the seatbelt. She snapped cuffs connected by a short chain around each of my ankles, then undid the knee strap. She circled a leather collar around my neck, buckled it tightly, and attached a lease to the front. "Get out," she ordered." When I hesitated she delivered two short hard slaps across my face and gave the leash a firm pull. I struggled to my feet. With no further explanation she led me to the door of a small elevator. When the door opened she pushed me down onto a small seat at the rear, then pressed the button for the third floor. The door opened into a large bedroom beautifully furnished. She led me past the bedroom into a smaller adjoining room. She looped the leash over a wall hook, then left me standing.

I looked around with the same mixture of terror, excitement, and fascination. The room, I realized, was a beautifully designed combination of entertainment room, sex playroom, and bondage chamber. "What talented designed knows how to create a sex chamber which could be on the cover of Architectural Digest," I wondered. In the middle of the room stood a tall padded post with straps and buckles up and down the sides. Gold chains with rings and cuffs at the end hung from pulleys at the ceiling. Near the center was a shorter post with a T top. An interesting chair with padded arms and a large dildo projecting from the middle of the seat stood in one corner. Several tables handsomely padded in leather with numerous clamps and straps were positioned near one wall. One table, I realized with a shudder was equipped as a rack with large rollers as top and bottom, obviously for stretching and perhaps torture. Drawers had been cleverly built into the walls. I could read some of the labels: gags, trainers, blindfolds. Rope and straps. Electro-stim, prods and electrodes. I could not read the drawer labels on the other side of the room but had no doubt that they contained similar equipment of restraint and domination. Full length mirror lined the walls and the domed ceiling. This, I realized was a place of my nightmares and also of my dreams. In my fantasies I had often pictured being seized by a powerful male and brought to a room like this to be raped, used and tortured, but saw the advantage of submitting instead to a powerful female, particularly since I seemed to have no option in the matter.

Perhaps half an hour passed before she re-entered the room. It took me a moment to realize she was in the room. The door opened silently and the room was padded to absorb sound. The only clear sounds were soft music playing and in the background a soft hum of an air duct. "As you can see I have changed into something more appropriate," she said. Her expensive business suit was gone. A black silk corset shaped her already shapely waist but ended below a matching bra which strained to cup her abundant breasts. Black hose, black panty and black high heeled boots completed the definitive image of a dominatrix from central casting.

She opened a built in cabinet door which had seemed to be just a part of the wall, to reveal a collection of whips, canes, and floggers of all shapes and sizes from bull whips to tiny rods no larger that a chop stick, which were carefully displayed on racks like prized antique weapons or valuable samurai swords. She selected a long flexible clear plastic rod and walked toward me, tapping the rod on her shiny boot.

'It's orientation time," she said. "First lesson. When we speak you will ordinarily be on your knees unless we are outside this house. To the outside world we will seem like an interesting but not unusual couple. You will speak to me courteously, open doors for me, and I will appear to treat you with courtesy, even affection, but within these walls you are to submit to me utterly. You will not speak unless spoken to, and if gagged you will not attempt to mumble or plead into your gag. Silence will rule. You will obey me instantly without any hint of objection or hesitation." As she said the last words, she brought the rod across my thighs for emphasis on each word.

"Second lesson. When we are out in society you will be well dressed and extremely well groomed as a slender but fully masculine appearing male. You will be provided with custom tailored and designer clothing of much higher quality than the cheap suit, polyester shirt, and dull tie you now wear\ to cover over your bra and to show you are a low-level executive. You will be furnished with fine but constraining lingerie which you will wear at all time in or out of the house. You will wear light colored silks to emphasize your submission to my dark colors."

"There will be many, many more lessons for you and they will be enforced with the utmost strictness. For now the next step is to get that wretched suit off you. Your leash collar and gag will remain. I am going to uncuff your hands and ankles so you can undress. You will then go through that door there which leads to a washroom. You will make use of the enema implements there to thoroughly clean yourself. You will then shower and shave all hair from your body. Then you will put your bra and panties back on, buckle on these high heels and return to this room. I think you are intelligent enough to realize that if you should use your temporary freedom to try to escape or resist, you would be easily over-powered and would be punished to an extent you cannot now imagine. And it is clear that you are fascinated by the sudden turn around in your not too admirable life so I while I expect complete submission, I am certainly prepared to deal with even the slightest resistance. Clear?" I nodded agreement.

She unlocked the cuffs and instructed me to strip down to my lingerie. This was the first time anyone had seen me cross-dressed. I was embarrassed but also thrilled at my exposure. She handed me a bag in which I placed my clothes. "These will be cleaned and pressed by my house staff overnight. We will purchase a small new business wardrobe for you tomorrow. Now fold your clothing and place the items neatly in the bag. We do not permit mess or slop in this house or in our lives anymore, do we?" I nodded agreement. I neatly folded my tie, and shirt, coiled my belt, removed my shoes and socks, then my trousers and placed them neatly into the bag. The collar and leash and ball in my mouth did not interfere and I move swiftly but with more certainty in what I was doing than I had experienced in many years. I felt excited but also clearheaded and relaxed.

She placed the bag inside a chute which evidently led to the basement below. She directed me to the washroom adjoining the play room. When I returned washed and shaven, she re-entered and commanded: "Stand straight so I can see how much we have to do." At her signal I turned in each direction as far as the leash would permit. She made notes on a small pad in a silver note case with a silver pen. "The panties fit well as do the nylon stockings. But the bra is the wrong size and not from a quality maker. The garter belt is junk. Tomorrow we will visit a corset shop to get you measured for several well constructed corsets. My sales ladies at the intimates section of the department store are accustomed to fitting upscale cross-dressers. We will purchase a preliminary set of bras, panties, and stockings for you to wear until your sizes change and some shoes for business wear as well as some shoes with heels of various sizes. We will also consult the perfumery to identify some appropriate scents for you to wear as a man--and as a woman if I chose to have you at times as a female companion.

"Now lesson three, Arna. When we talk inside the house, you will generally be on your knees in front of me between my legs, unless we are at dinner. Your eyes will be focused on the V of my panties unless I indicate you are to speak in which case you keep your head lowered but raise your eye in a submissive attitude when you speak. You are to kneel now." She removed three straps from a cabinet. "Put your hands behind you palm to palm," she ordered. She circled the strap around my wrists, then pulled my elbows together with a second and third strap above and below the elbows. She replaced the ankle chain. From another cabinet, she removed a large ball gag, extracted the ball which had been in my mouth, then forced the new larger ball past my teeth and buckled the strap behind my head. "Crawl over to that chair," she instructed. By the time I had reached the chair she was comfortably reclined with her legs spread. Keep your nose within 4 inches of my pussy while I speak.

"Even though you are slender, you are in poor physical shape. There is a gym in the basement of this house. A personal trainer will be coming three times a week in the early morning to supervise you. She is used to training submissives and understands the importance of keeping you gagged and partially or fully bound while you are training. I think that both men and women should be physically fit and proud of their bodies. In three weeks there will be results enough so that we can order a decent full wardrobe for you to wear when we go out to social and business functions. In fact that is why I selected you as a male to be my submissive and companion. I find that even in this more tolerant society, a woman accompanied by a man draws more respect and circulates in a much broader society than if she is alone or with a female. You will become presentable enough to function in a supportive role as my aide and companion with no danger that men will be jealous or women intrigued by you. Because of my wealth and appearance, I am the target of many annoying proposals which will be reduced by your presence. I do not have to waste time politely turning down men or women who would like to enjoy me and/or my bank account. With a male companion, I can do this without getting a reputation as a bitch-even though I am of course a bitch and much more as you are finding out."

"You are coming to understand what our relationship will be. You will be my submissive on a full time basis. While I was changing and you were showering, I took the time to call your boss who is a business acquaintance of mine. I explained that you had applied for a position with my company and that I would accept. He had no trouble waiving the usual two weeks notice. So in addition to your other duties, you will be working for me in accounts payable and receivable. You will come with me to the office properly dressed each day. The staff will learn that we have a relationship but you will have no executive authority. I know you are an accurate and focused worker. You will continue to perform with the highest efficiency. I expect you to set an example. You will even be paid a salary higher than before which will be banked for you with taxes deducted. You will receive health and other benefits and use of a company car and credit card. You will also receive a credit card with an appropriate limit for personal use although almost all personal expenses will be paid by me directly. Unlike other staff, however, if your job performance falls below my very high standards, you will not be demoted. Instead you will be punished in this room in ways you cannot now imagine. Do not let me down."

"Now your duties around the house. I have a high pressure job. It is very soothing to me to know that I have a fully available submissive who will satisfy my needs in every way. You will provide me with highly accomplished sex as and when I demand without hesitation. When I come home frustrated from work, I find it relaxing to have a bound, gagged, helpless submissive to whip and fuck. While you will not suffer any permanent or visible injury, you will experience pain and suffering when I deem it necessary. My reading of your email and chat rooms seems completely consistent with this; you want to be bound, gagged, whipped, and used for forced sex. Do you agree?" I did not have to think. I looked up at her and nodded my head "Yes." "I do agree," I thought. "This fulfills all my dreams and much more."

"Excellent. Your new life is beginning well. Now the next key fact. There is no doubt that I am a beautiful woman. I am tall as a model, slim and athletic, with 34 DD natural breasts, long legs, clear skin, fine eyes, and hair that a model would die for. But there is more to me than this. By an accident of birth, I was born a hermaphrodite. I have both female and male genitalia. Such births are not uncommon but often the parents will be advised to have the infant altered so that one set of genitalia is removed. Usually the child is raised as a female and may not know of her dual nature until onset of puberty or even later. My parents were more enlightened. They refused the operation and instead I kept both my penis and my vagina, both fully formed and functional although for better or worse I cannot bear or conceive children."

"Usually one set of genitalia is incomplete with hermaphrodites. I am the rare exception. My cock and pussy are both very well formed as you will soon see. My hormones fortunately do not conflict. I give my gynecologist and urologist great difficulty but they are very interested in following my case. Anonymously I write a column supporting hermaphrodites and encouraging understanding by parents and society and of course I contribute generously to support education for and about hermaphrodites. My parents allowed me to define and create my own sexual role. Being a female came naturally to me. I have never considered living as a male. I have always loved feminine clothing and excelled at hairstyle and makeup. For a time I performed on stage as a professional dancer. My dual nature gave me both great allure and also great strength."

"So when we come home each day your work will just be started. We will shower, change our lingerie. You will use the enema equipment. We will enjoy dinner together. Then you will be gagged, bound and be available to me in many different ways. As you have no doubt noticed the playroom is very well furnished with an assortment of devices and restraints. For my enjoyment you will be bound, gagged, strappadoed, suspended, and appropriately whipped until I am satisfied. Then I will enjoy your helpless body in every way imaginable. You will spend hours on your knees sucking my cock and tonguing my pussy. You will be, for example, bent over the T bar with your panties off, ass up, arms pulled up by a cable so you are bent over. You will watch in the mirror while I butt fuck you, sometimes first with a strap on and double-ended dildo anchored in my pussy, then with my cock which is fortunately large and fully functional."

"Your confused fantasies which have you sometimes as a ravaged female, sometimes as a male submissive to a female are going to be realized in ways far beyond your rather inept dreams. You are going to be both a pussy slave and a cock slave and be leading a far fuller and more purposeful life."

"But there is a further point. I have no use for your cock. It is not tolerated that you should ever dream of fucking me or having me ejaculate you with mouth, hand or pussy. In the past I have had male lovers whom I allowed to fuck me in my mouth, pussy and ass to satisfy my curiosity, but I orgasm with my cock, not my pussy, and of course do not have a clitoris separate from my cock. I am uninterested in male attention, and do not want a male around hoping to be permitted to ejaculate. If your behavior is impeccable, you may be permitted to masturbate once a week while watching pornography--that is until you recieve your surgery. You will retain the outward physique of a male. In fact you will look outwardly far better than you do now. But gradually you will be transformed into an underlying female shape. You will be given large well shaped breasts. The finest surgeons will implant you with a breast shape which can be minimized or maximized by the bra you wear so that you can continue to wear male clothing appropriately, or if I wish I will at times dress you as a female companion. Ordinarily you will appear as a normal male. When you are fully adjusted to your new life and we are both certain we want to continue, we will travel to Brazil, the sex change capital of the world, where doctors will transform your penis into a clitoris and vagina. You may even be able to lubricate internally and orgasm when I fuck your pussy with a strap-on or my cock. Science can do such wonders these days."

"But I think we have had enough talk for today. We have a busy day tomorrow with both work and shopping." She removed the gag from my mouth and pulled her panties off. An amazing sight. She presented a long hard thick cock, a normal scrotum, and beneath it a fully formed vagina. All were surrounded by long silky dark hair. My question was obvious to her. "You may ask," she said. "May I call you by a name," I asked. "Yes, she replied, "In the office I am Ms. Everett. In company you call me Jane. In the house you call me mistress. Outside the house I will call you Arnold or Mr. Adams, my assistant. In the house or when I have presented you as a female, you will be "Arna." Your next question?"

"Where shall I start, mistress?" "Begin with your tongue in and around my pussy," she replied. "I will tap you with the rod once to start, twice to stop and three times to switch and begin sucking my cock."

No reply was necessary or permitted. She pulled my leash and I crawled a little forward on my knees. She spread her legs wider and I began to move the silky hair aside from her pussy with my tongue. I began running my tongue slowly around the circumference of her vagina. She settled back into the recliner. As her moans increased I felt her pussy lips begin to contract and expand. I put my tongue inside and focused on the upper walls of her pussy. As she began to grind her hips, I felt two taps from the rod. I drew my head back. "How sweet you look," she said. She took the panties she had been holding in her hand and used them to wipe the pussy cream from my face and from her pussy. "Your technique is excellent. I certainly find the sight of your tightly bound arms over your bra strap to be just lovely. I can see your nylon clad legs and high heeled shoes with your ankle chains and of course your panty covered ass."

"Let's see if your can suck cock as well as you claimed in all those emails to those hopeful men who never got to meet you." She tapped me three times with the rod. I began by running my lips up and down the inside of her thighs lightly brushing the hair on each side. She lay back again and I could see her cock stiffening even further. She tapped me with the whip again and I put my lips on the thick tip of her cock. I pursed my lips back and forth but then begin sliding my lips up and down the sides of her cock and underneath in the spot where her pussy lips ended at the base of her cock. She stiffened as though she had received an electric shock. I then quickly moved back to the tip of her cock and began to take it into my mouth a fraction of an inch at a time, all the while circling my tongue around it.

Finally her cock was fully engulfed by my mouth and throat. I began to hum slightly as I worked her cock up and down into my throat. As I felt her orgasm build I pushed with my chin into her testicles. The added sensation brought her to a huge climax. I continued to work my mouth up and down her cock as she spewed and I swallowed her delicious cum. Then I slowed and finally came to a stop. I look up at her adoringly, keeping her cock warm but being careful not to over-stimulate. She pulled out of my mouth, then wiped her cock with the panties. She then rolled up the panties soaked with both her cream and her cum, pushed them into my mouth, then buckled the gag back in. I was thrilled. To be tightly bound, gagged, sucking on panties soaked with pussy cream and cum, on my knees and completely dominated was a dream come true. I had never imagined I could be so happy or so fulfilled.

"Excellent," she said. "Our new life together is starting well. But we are not finished. Crawl over to the T-Bar in the center of the room." I did as she instructed. "Stand, she said and place your stomach on top of the pad." I was able to struggle to my feet, then bent over and rested on top of the padded bar which was supported by a post attached solidly to the floor. A bar with clips at each end had been welded to the base of the post. She clipped my ankles to each end of the bar so that my legs were spread wide, then snipped off my panties with a scissors. She pushed my chest down onto the pad so I was fully bent over. A cable hung from a pulley in the top of the ceiling dome which she used to pull my arms up off my back so that I was pushed even further on the bar.

She stepped back to admire her work. "I want you to look in the mirrors as I first give you a solid whipping, then enjoy you cute little ass. You can look forward to the day when you also have a pussy to offer for my enjoyment." I was utterly helpless and ready for the inevitable butt fuck. "First, she said "I need to get my cock hard again after that superlative sucking." She swished the rod a few times in the air, then began to thrash my shoulders, arms, ass, and legs. At first I cried into my gag with little effect, but then the sting of the rod turned to pleasure for me. After a few moments the pleasure of whipping me got her hard again. I felt cool lubrication on my ass, then felt her cock enter me. The feeling was amazing. It was incredible to feel this powerful woman pushing her body deeply into my body. I felt honored and rewarded that I could give her this pleasure. She thrust into me back and forth. I lost track of time in the ecstasy of my rape. At last she gave one last powerful thrust and I felt her warm fluid pumped deeply inside me. The feeling was golden. She pulled out slowly, then went to the washroom to clean herself.

When she returned, she undid the straps and freed my arms. Go clean yourself, she said, then I will strap you up for bed. You will be allowed to sleep next to me, but you will of course not be permitted to touch me with your hands at any time. You will sleep firmly but comfortably bound, and will enjoy the taste of my panties through the night.

"How delicious," I thought. Quickly I washed and returned to the play room. My hands were strapped to the sides of a belt circling my waist. She opened the door to the magnificent bedroom and led me in by the leash. The bedcovers had been turned back. She placed me on my back, attached the leash to a hook on the headboard. I feel asleep next to her warm beautifully scented body secure, and anticipating the exciting life which had been laid before me.