The Agency Ch. 07

"Hold still for me." Brenda said softly.

With the x-rays done, Brenda escorted Michelle to the exam room, leaving her alone with her thoughts. One thing that couldn't be denied, even watching Brenda's butt sway in the scrubs had Michelle's full attention. Walking to the door, Michelle stood in front of the mirror opening her robe, wondering exactly what Brenda saw.

"Pretty unmistakable," she whispered to herself, "there was no way she couldn't tell what's there."

Once again, the knock on the door snapped Michelle back to reality. Scurrying back to the exam table, she attempted to act calm and collected while the Dr. and Brenda reentered the room. This time she was carrying a tray covered by a small white towel. He went onto explain what was going on, and the amount of saline he was injecting, but Michelle was in too much of a mental fog to comprehend. What she felt was the pinch of the needle to the side of her chest and the slow stretching of her skin as the saline was administered. When he was done, Michelle had a small A cup, barely worthy of a training bra.

"Brenda will help you with the cream," the Dr. said rising out of the chair, "and will set up your follow up appointments."

"Okay," Michelle meekly replied while desperately trying not to touch her petite breasts, "thank you."

"This is a bit cool to start," Brenda said as she poured some cream in her hand, "but it helps, or so I'm told."

"So you've been told?"

"You're not the first girl to come up from downstairs," Brenda explained as she slowly rubbed the cream around Michelle's left breast, "there's been quite a few actually."

"So you've met Babette?"

"Yes," Brenda replied as she started to rub cream on the other breast, "you will have appointments on Monday, Wednesday and Friday like she does." Brenda must have caught Michelle's quizzical look. "The saline is absorbed into the body over time," she explained, "it doesn't have any negative effects, other than you may need to relieve yourself a bit more often, so we add more every other day."

"Oh, well that makes sense." Michelle replied wondering it that meant she'd now see Brenda three days a week.

"Let that dry a bit," Brenda stood back as if she were admiring her work before continuing, "then meet me back at the counter and we'll get you set up for your follow ups."

Michelle sat uneasily on the exam table staring down at her burgeoning chest. Eventually she couldn't help herself and cupped her small breasts, giving them a slight squeeze. They weren't much, but they were a start. With the cream now dry, Michelle put her bra and false breast forms in place before putting her dress on again. Exiting the exam room, Michelle went looking for Brenda.

"I hope you're a bit of an early riser," Brenda said with a warm smile, "the only opening I have consistently now is at 8:30."

"I could do that." Michelle answered.

"That's great," Brenda replied excitedly, "I'm usually here around 8:15, just in case you get here early."

"Okay!" Michelle replied as Brenda touched her arm.

"Next time we will take a measurement of your chest and track your progress."

"Sounds like a plan." Michelle replied

"If you end up coming early," Brenda seemed to blush slightly, "bring coffee."

Michelle all but stumbled out of the office door. That was definite flirting, wasn't it? She couldn't wrap her head around any of it, even as Michelle, Brenda was out of her league. Brenda also had to know Michelle had on a cage, how did that not deter her? She also knew that Michelle worked for Ms. Allison. There were far too many questions that Michelle couldn't answer.

"Hi Sweetie!" Babette smiled as Michelle entered the front office.

"Oh am I ever glad to see you!" Michelle replied. "I have so many questions," she felt as if her knees would give out as she walked to Babette, "I just got my first injection, do you know Brenda?"

"Yeah, I don't think she likes me much." Babette responded. "She barely talks to me."

"Really?" Michelle could have been knocked over by a feather at this point.

"Why, what's up?"

"I think she was flirting with me," Michelle replied causing Babette to chuckle, "she made my appointments for 8:30 and told me to bring coffee and show up early!"

"Seriously?" Babette was now the one that was shocked.

"She even saw my cage," Michelle blushed at the recent memory, "and knows I work here, she must know right?"

Smirking, and approaching Michelle slowly, Babette touched the side of her friend's face, leaning in slightly. Michelle matched Babette's lean, lightly touching their lips together. Babette's tongue flicked at Michelle's lips, when she flicked her tongue again, she met Michelle's. Stepping back, Babette smiled at her friend.

"Yes, she definitely knows," Babette said as she took Michelle's hand delicately in her own, "she's been there for quite a while and knows all about your career path."

"Career path huh?" Michelle chuckled, taking her seat behind the desk. "I guess that's one way to put it. Speaking of which, when is your next date?"

"Wednesday night," Babette replied tracing her fingers over Michelle's hand, "nothing crazy like this weekend though." Babette shuddered just a bit at that thought. "It will be fun though," reluctantly releasing Michelle's hand Babette continued, "and I made an offer on the place we saw yesterday."

"That's exciting news!"

"It will be a bit before I can close on it," Babette looked over Michelle's dress, for the first time realizing how nicely it fit, "but that means you can get out of that dump you live in soon too!" Bending to look at Michelle's feet, Babette leaned close to her ear before whispering, "Well no wonder Brenda was into you, looking all office slutty and stuff."

"I learned from the best!" Michelle quipped.

During their banter, Michelle was paged to Ms. Allison's office. She confirmed with Babette that Ms. was alone, then proceeded down the hallway, unzipping her dress along the way. By the time she entered Michelle was ready to step out of the dress, which she did before hanging it on the back of the office door. Ms. Allison sad behind Her desk, smiling proudly at Her dutiful employee and motioning her to the chair. Michelle looked at the chair, noticing the all too familiar four leather cuffs and small brass padlocks on the seat. Without a word Michelle began putting the cuffs on her wrists, locking them in place with the small locks.

"How did your appointment go?" Allie asked while watching Michelle cuff herself.

"It went very well Ms.," Michelle replied attaching the next cuff to her ankle, "I have follow up appointments at 8:30 three days a week."

"You must be the first appointment of the day," Ms. Allison smiled as Michelle locked the last cuff in place, "how is your bottom?"

"My panties are right where You want them Ms.," Michelle replied as she turned her butt toward her Boss, "and the sting is gone."

"I'm sure it was interesting wearing that lingerie to see the Dr.," Ms. Allison's tone was teasing yet playful, "and the short robes Brenda always manages to give My girls, certainly she got a flash of those slutty little panties of yours."

"She did Ms." Michelle blushed deeply.

"I'm sure that was slightly embarrassing for you," Ms. Allison said as She used Her hand to direct Michelle to the end of the desk, "but you seem to have recovered from it."

"Yes, Ms., I did." Michelle touched her toes to the corners of the desk, her mostly bare ass pointing at the buildings across the street.

"Go ahead and lock your heels to the cables," Ms. Allison had a wry smile as She paused to watch Michelle awkwardly bend over to chain herself to the desk, "then put your hands behind your back and lean forward like you did this morning."

"Yes, Ms."

It took some balance, but Michelle managed to attach her cuffs to the desk, then leaned forward until her chest rested on the desk. Even with it being her first saline injection, the feeling of her chest touching the desk felt different. Now more of "her" was on the desk. With her nose touching the desk, Michelle could see out of the corner of her eye that Ms. Allison had gotten up and quickly walked behind her. She felt her cuffs being manipulated into place, then the metallic clink of them being locked together finalizing her helplessness. Her panties were slowly pulled downward, stopping just below her stocking tops.

"I thought this was the fat plug you had in," Ms. Allison lightly grasped the base of the plug, "you know what to do sissy." Michelle breathed deeply, holding it and exhaling as Ms. Allison removed the plug. "It seems you've been very good with training your bottom," Ms. Allison proudly exclaimed, "it came out nicely."

"Thank you Ms." Michelle felt empty with the large plug no longer filling her ass.

"Now, what was it you wanted Me to do this morning?" Michelle felt something easily slide over her recently emptied opening. "I think My slutty little sissy wanted to go for a ride, didn't she?" It quickly became apparent, as a smooth shaft slithered over Michelle's asshole, that Ms. Allison had decided to put Her harness on after all. "What did I say you would need to do for this to happen sissy?"

"You'd said I would need to beg Ms.!" Michelle replied as the shaft slowly moved back and forth over her somewhat sore hole.

"So pick your head up, and do just that!"

Lifting her head, Michelle flicked her hair to the side coming almost face to face with the screen of Ms. Allison's tablet. There, in full color on the screen, was Michelle's pained expression, just over her shoulder was her Boss' smiling face. At the bottom of the screen was a pause button and a timer showing the video was recording.

"Hurry up sissy," Ms. Allison said somewhat sternly while pressing the head slightly into Michelle's hole, "or I'll call your kissy friend in here and let you watch while she shows you what begging looks like!"

"Ohhhhh please Ms!" Michelle's voice trembled as she spoke. "Please, I need to please You so badly," her eyes watered, "and need Your strapon inside me!" Michelle's body strained trying to wrangle the phallus inside her as she continued to debase herself. "PLEASE Ms.!" Michelle's voice waivered even more, "Please fuck me! I'll do anything You ask!"

The words She had been waiting for emerged, causing Allie to have to fight to suppress a wide grin. All the girls eventually said it, it was just a matter of when. For some it took longer, as they unwisely tried to hold onto their last vestiges of manliness. No, they weren't going to "take it up the ass". At this point Michelle had moved beyond considering her relatively flush bank account, she was living as a girl willingly and enjoying it. Now, she was delving deeper into her submission. She'd caved quickly and willingly, and for that she was rewarded with the bulbous head slipping into her sphincter.

"Annnnyyyythingggg sissy?"

"YES!" Michelle squealed trying to suck the cock into her ass.

"So if I had Babette come in here, and remove her cage," holding Her position, both hands on Michelle's wiggling ass, Allie was in total control, "would you suck her off like the cock you had in your mouth last night?"

"YES!" Michelle blurted. "I'd suck every inch of her!"

Michelle was rewarded with another inch, the defined ridge of the dildo slipping all the way through her canal. Groaning loudly, the tension in her arms and legs subsided.

"Such a slutty sissy you are," Ms. Allison teased, moving Her hips from side to side eliciting another deep groan, "do you think you're ready to be a cock sucker already?"

"Yes!" Michelle mewled. "I'm YOUR slut Ms.! Please fuck me like Your slut should be fucked!" Another inch slipped inside Michelle. As light headed as she was, she now understood, the more she begged the more she got as a reward. "Please Ms. fuck me until I scream!" Michelle's voice grew louder as yet another inch entered her body.

Allie keenly watched Michelle's face, her struggle dissipated before Her eyes, as the realization struck home. Whenever Michelle paused, Allie would move Her hips in a circle, moving the shaft inside Michelle's anus. Watching as Her sissy's eyes rolled back, Michelle earned inch after inch until Allie's hips pressed against Michelle's ass. Allie gripped Michelle's hips tightly, digging Her nails into Her sub's soft skin, watching the reaction on the screen.

"Well your mouth looks perfectly ready for a cock," She teased, "I just get nervous when your eyes roll that far back in your head!"

"Sorry Ms." Michelle cooed.

"What is it you want now My sweet slut?" Allie's voice was soft yet commanding.

"Please," Michelle stared into the tablet screen into Allie's eyes, "please fuck me like you own me!"

"Oh but I do own you!" Allie pulled the shaft halfway out of Michelle before slamming back into her. "Don't I?"

"OHhhhhhh YES MS.!" Michelle bellowed.

With both hands tightly gripping Michelle's hips, Allie started slowly, reading Michelle's reaction to each thrust while varying the length and speed. As much as anything, Allie was learning what Her sub enjoyed most. It was of the utmost importance to have this experience be as enjoyable as possible for Michelle, so she would want to do it again and again. Allie could tell that shortly after they were done Michelle would feel that urge, regardless of how sore her bottom was when she was finally untied.

"Ohhhgawd Ms!" Michelle moaned. "I think I'm going to cum!"

"My little girl does love to orgasm, doesn't she?"

"Yes!" Michelle's body tensed, which was then heightened by Ms. Allison giving her ass a firm spank. "Ohhh YES MS.! Again! Please!"

With a smirk, Allie smacked Michelle's ass again and again with each thrust, watching and listening to Her sissy's positive reactions. Feeling Michelle's body quake, her leg muscles shuddering, Allie held Herself against Michelle's practically vibrating ass.

"Well that was intense." Allie proudly said as She slowly pulled out. "Why don't you rest right there for a moment," She said after hearing Michelle's slight whimper as the shaft slipped out of her ass, "I think walking is a bit beyond your abilities at the moment."

Weakly nodding her head, Michelle was exhausted. The orgasm she'd experienced the night before was one thing, this was something completely different. Lifting her head would take far more energy than she could even muster at the moment. Michelle closed her eyes, feeling a level of sexual exhaustion she'd never known before. Feeling something cool and moist against her now sore opening, Michelle continued to rest rather than try to look. It took a moment for the fog in her brain to clear enough for her to understand she was being cleaned up by some kind of baby wipe. The coolness was refreshing. A smaller plug was eventually inserted, and Michelle's sexy French cuts were pulled back into place before her wrists were freed.

"Let's stand you up," Ms. Allison said softly while she and someone else lightly grasped Michelle's arms, "and you can relax on the couch for a bit."

Michelle simply nodded as Ms. Allison and Babette got her to her feet, walking her slowly to the couch. Lying down, Babette placed a pillow under Michelle's head before returning to Ms. Allison's desk. Closing her eyes, Michelle quickly dozed off.

Not sure of how long she'd been asleep, Michelle sat up slowly, feeling unsure of how she'd ended up asleep on her Boss' couch to begin with. Looking around, Michelle finally processed everything. She was still in her mostly translucent lingerie, her tender opening was still tender, and while plugged was not being stretched by the larger one she'd started the day with, and while less horny than before, she was still intensely horny.

"How do you feel?" Ms. Allison asked from Her desk. "Babette left you a glass of water."

"Thank you, Ms.," Michelle replied taking a long sip, "I'm okay." She took another long sip before continuing, "That was pretty intense."

"It was, you seemed to have quite the orgasm."

Michelle blushed, noting that Ms. Allison referred to it as an orgasm and not cumming. It was obvious that it was intentional, something to keep her feeling emasculated. Not that she needed much more assistance to feel that way.

"I do have to use the bathroom." Michelle said, almost asking permission, as she tried to stand.

Ms. Allison nodded as Michelle tried to get off the low slung couch and onto her tall heels. Her knees were several inches above her hips, which took some work. Slowly standing, Michelle's hand quickly went behind her as it felt as if the plug would fall out of her body.

"Don't worry," Ms. Allison suppressed a chuckle, "it's a weighted plug, it will help tighten your sissy pussy back up after a fucking."

"Okay, Ms." Michelle replied feeling her face turning deep red at Ms. Allison's choices of words while slowly making her way to the bathroom.

"When you're all set, come back and have a seat." Ms. Allison instructed.

"Yes, Ms."

Walking into the small bathroom, the word fucking had certainly been appropriate. Michelle's hair was a mess, her mascara was a bit of a mess, and she simply looked as if she'd been fucked hard. It was the case though, so she couldn't say she was surprised. What did surprise her, as she pulled her panties down and sat on the toilet, was her missing condom panty liner. It had definitely been on earlier, and she'd certainly added to it when she came. Orgasmed, she corrected herself. She would have to ask. After relieving herself, Michelle fixed her hair and makeup before reentering Ms. Allison's office. Standing by the chair, she waited for Ms. Allison to indicate she could sit.

"How do you feel muffin?" Allie asked as She motioned for Michelle to sit.

"A bit foggy," Michelle responded crossing her legs in the chair, "but very good otherwise Ms."

"That was quite an orgasm you had," Allie was truly impressed by how Michelle's body reacted, "it's wonderful you enjoyed your first time as much as you did."

"It was surprising Ms.," Michelle struggled to raise her eyes above the top of her Boss' desk as she spoke, "I was wondering where the panty liner went though."

"I'm sure you were marginally aware that I called Babette in to clean you up afterward," Allie waited for Michelle to nod, enjoying the increased embarrassment at the realization, "it seemed a shame to wait for you to wake up after, and it was a nice reward for Babette."

"Reward?" Michelle thought she knew what Ms. Allison meant but wanted to be sure.

"Oh yes," Her grin was like a Cheshire cat, "she gobbled your fairly full condom without hesitation!" Again, Allie paused a moment letting things sink in. "Don't worry, you'll taste her soon enough."

"Yes, Ms." Michelle wasn't sure if she was anxious about tasting her friend or horrified by how much she was looking forward to that moment.

"Why don't you remove your cuffs now," Allie was enjoying the obvious torment on Michelle's face, knowing it was far worse than she was letting on, "I had Babette remove the locks already for you."

"Thank you, Ms." Michelle replied, her throat suddenly dry.

Placing the cuffs on Ms. Allison's desk, Michelle walked to the door to retrieve her dress. Once again fully dressed, she exited the office heading toward her desk, wondering if Babette would be there or not.

"Hi Sleepyhead!" Babette smirked as Michelle approached. "Someone got worn out today!"

"I know." Michelle's voice was a whisper compared to Babette's.

"I bet you can't wait to do it again too."

"You're right about that too!" Michelle giggled as she walked over to see what Babette was doing on the computer. "Surfing dating sites at work?" She teased.

"It's a dating site of sorts," Babette replied, "each girl gets a page on the company website." Michelle involuntarily squeezed her legs as Babette scrolled through the page of a voluptuous red head. "Tomorrow I have a photo shoot to get my page set up," Babette said as she slowly kept scrolling, "and I'm trying to get ideas of what it's going to be like."