Victoria

After giving my cock a final squeeze she continued, "Now that we have the rules defined, you may begin your service as my maid. I want you to first prepare my breakfast. I will leave the menu up to you. When you have served me, you will do the dishes left from last night while I eat. Only when the kitchen is spic and span may you have your breakfast. I am sure you are aware that the household help is seldom allowed to eat with their Mistress".

I set about my assigned tasks, preparing poached eggs, toast and coffee. I served my Mistress in the dining room and after making sure she had everything she needed, set about clearing the dishes from the previous night.

By the time I had all the dishes and pots rinsed and in the dishwasher it was time to refill my Mistress's coffee and clear her plate. Just as I finished, I heard my Mistress call me from the living room.

I obeyed at once, finding her sprawled on the couch with her legs spread and her baby doll panties lying next to her on the couch.

"Seeing you in your new uniform has gotten me all wet and sticky. You may have the pleasure of cleaning my pussy. I want you to use your tongue of course, but so be sure you don't cheat, I think I'll restrain your hands."

With that, she put the cuffs on my wrists and secured them behind my back with a double ended spring clip. I went to my knees and she grabbed my head with both hands, guiding my mouth to her sopping pussy. I settled in to the task at hand with gusto. At this time nothing seemed more important than the complete obedience to and satisfaction of this enchanting creature.

My tongue seemed to have a life of it's own, dancing back and forth across my Mistress's clit. When her climax hit, I drank greedily from the fountain of her femininity. I continued to lap at her pussy, cleaning every drop of her juices from her labia and pubic hair. As the tremors of orgasm subsided, I laid my head in her lap while she stroked my head, telling me what a good slave I was. This was heaven!! My fetish for cross dressing and Jackie's latent desire to dominate and sisify a man had combined to create the perfect relationship.

Chapter 2

My new life was one of never ending surprises. Each morning I would jump out of the shower with my face and legs freshly shaved to find the lingerie my loving Mistress had laid out for me to wear under my suit. Her imagination and sense of style always assured that I was dressed in only the finest and frilliest of lingerie.

We had spent the remainder of my vacation shopping and building up my wardrobe of lacies. Of course when we went out, I was made to wear my panties and garter belt. My Mistress took great delight in my embarrassment when the sales girls would give me a knowing smile as I piled my selections on the counter to be rung up.

One look at the two of us and the disparity in our sizes was all it took to let them know that the pretty things I was buying were for myself. Each time when we arrived home, I was ordered to give Mistress a fashion show, modeling the days purchases.

My favorites were the nighties and peignoir sets. The feeling of the slippery fabrics caressing my body from shoulders to ankles was delightful. My cock always responded in a most positive manner to this form of stimulation, growing to its fullest. If Mistress was in a good mood, she would wrap a pair of panties around it and stroke it until I came all over the lacy fabric.

If she was not in a good mood however, she would cuff my arms and legs to a chair and then tease me. Sometimes this would take the form of her stroking my panty trapped cock until I was just about to come.

She always stopped before I made it over the top. This was usually followed by making me watch as she slipped her hand down inside her panties and masturbated herself to climax. The sight of her fingers slipping in and out of her creamy pussy combined with the scent of her juices drove me wild with desire.

When she reached completion, she would take her soaked panties and place them over my head, leaving me there to contemplate my fate while she showered and changed into fresh lingerie. She knew I would be driven insane with lust by the feeling of her panties over my face and the aroma of her climax.

Mistress spent the entire two weeks of my vacation imprinting firmly on my mind just who was in control. I was at her beck and call 24 hours a day, expected to comply instantly with her requests. I cooked all the meals, cleaned the house until it sparkled, and attended to her while she took her bath. Of course I never wore any male clothes during this time. Mistress always dressed me in something frilly and feminine.

By the time my vacation was over, I was completely trained and under her spell. My days were filled with joy as I did her bidding and the nights were ones of sensuous delight as she taught me new ways to attend to her sexually. No matter what form our sex play took, there was always one constant. I was never allowed to reach a climax unless I was restrained. Looking back now, I can see how cunning my Mistress really was.

She taught me to associate being restrained with the ultimate pleasure of orgasm, leading me to crave being made vulnerable and helpless.

All too soon, the vacation was over and it was time for me to return to the mundane world of earning a living. I remember vividly getting ready for my first day back to the office. I came out of the shower to find new lingerie laid out on the bed for me. It consisted of a matching camisole, garter belt and pair of panties, all in black with lavish red lace trim. Completing the set was a pair of red, sheer, seamed stockings. I fastened the garter belt about my waist and pulled the stockings up my legs. My penis instantly grew to its fullest. The sight of my turgid cock framed by the lacy garter straps almost made me come then and there.

I slipped the camisole over my head, relishing the sensuous caress of the slippery fabric as it cascaded down over my nipples. The panties were last, trapping my tool in a silky, slippery prison of nylon and lace. Still fully erect, it made a bulge in the front of the beautiful new panties.

At this point, Mistress joined me. "That just will not do! You simply cannot go to work like that. Go and get your cuffs!"

I did as I was told and soon found myself with my wrists cuffed together and attached to a hook in the ceiling normally used to hang a plant. After pulling my panties to my knees, Mistress took a pair of her panties from the laundry hamper and used them to stroke my cock until I spurted my load into their silky depths. She left me strung up until my spent cock returned to a flaccid state.

"That's much better", she said, wiping the last of my cum from my cock. "Now, I'm going to release you and let you finish dressing. You will present yourself to me for inspection before we leave for work."

It seemed so strange to be putting on a man's dress shirt and suit over my pretties. I discovered that in order for the camisole not to show through my shirt, I had to put a T shirt over it first. I didn't think the girls at the office would understand if they saw my red and black lingerie peeking through. I stepped into my wing tips and went to present myself to Mistress.

"You look satisfactory slave. I want you to remember that I will expect you to get out of your male clothes as soon as you enter the house this evening. I will have something suitable for you to wear laid out for you." With that, she kissed my on the cheek and patted my panty covered butt, sending me off to work.

Of course there was a mountain of work piled on my desk. My secretary, Ashley, had them sorted by priority and we spent the day just taking care of the most pressing matters.

As we worked, I couldn't help noticing how attractive Ashley was. Each time she bent over the desk to pick something up, her blouse billowed open affording me a glimpse of her creamy breasts barely restrained in a lacy blue bra.

On several occasions, she would invent reasons to brush against me, rubbing her butt against my crotch. If I had any thought of trying to instigate a little office tryst, my panties reminded me of how futile that would be. Ashley continued her teasing and flirting for the rest of the day. By the time it was time to leave, my cock was straining against my panties, aching for release.

I returned home to find a black peignoir set laid out for me. I stripped off my clothes, hanging my suit up and placing my lingerie in the laundry hamper. I noticed that the panties held the evidence of my excitement during the day, with numerous stains where my cock had oozed pre cum.

I showered and slipped into the lacy gown and robe before going into the living room where Mistress awaited me. She had a bottle of White Zinfandel and two glasses set out. I poured the wine and dutifully gave her a kiss.

She patted the cushion next to her, indicating that I was to join her on the sofa. As we talked about my day, Mistress turned the conversation to questions about Ashley. She wanted to know what she was like and how I treated her. I told her that Ashley was my right arm and that I couldn't function at the office without her. There was no way I could tell her of Ashley's attempts to arouse me. I would have been forced to admit that I had become excited, staining my panties with the evidence of my stimulation.

Mistress gave me an odd smile and changed the subject. The rest of the night was taken up with preparation of our dinner and the ensuing cleanup, followed by our retiring for the night. Of course we made love, with me tied to the bed and Mistress riding me to climax. When I came, it was an extremely intense orgasm, my cock pulsing with load after load of hot cum.

"My goodness, but aren't we the hot little thing tonight", Mistress commented. "I wonder what it was that got you so worked up. It can't just be the panties, I've had you in them for weeks now. I would certainly like to find out just what it is that's getting you so excited. I am sure it is something at work, that's the only change in your routine since I've pantified you on a permanent basis."

I was untied and we went to sleep. The next morning, when I came out of the shower, my lingerie for the day was all black. The only unusual item was the panties. Embroidered across the front was the message, "Property of Mistress Jackie". I was just pulling them up my legs when Mistress came into the room.

"Your performance last night has me convinced that there is someone in your office is trying to tempt you into doing something really foolish. I am quite sure that you would never be the one to instigate anything. I am equally sure that one of the women there is teasing you, attempting to start an affair of some sort. The panties you are wearing today should put a stop to any sort of hanky panky that person may have in mind."

She then turned and left me to finish dressing. That day and the days that followed were pure torture. Ashley wasted no opportunity to tease and torment me with her flirting. She would brush against me, rubbing her ass against my crotch even when there was plenty of room for her to pass. Her blouses became more and more provocative, either with buttons undone or being so sheer as to allow her lacy bra to show through. Her skirts got shorter and shorter, until I was treated to a constant display of her stocking tops with the garters attached.

My cock spent an awful lot of time fully erect, a state that was not lost on Ashley. Of course all this titillation at the office made me most anxious to get home at night. There at least, I knew there would be a chance for relief.

Mistress said nothing more about how excited I was when I arrived home, concentrating instead on finding new ways to humiliate and torment me. I have to say that this was my favorite time of the day. Driving home, I would try to imagine what sort of sweet suffering I would be subjected to that evening.

I was never right. Mistress always surprised me with fresh ways to tie and tease me. The situation at the office came to a head about two months later. It was just after lunch. Ashley pretended to trip and reached out to steady herself by placing her hand against my thigh. When she straightened up, she gave me a shrewd smile and I knew she had felt my garter strap.

Nothing more was said about it and the day seemed to end normally. I mistakenly thought that either I was wrong or that Ashley was going to forgo acting on her discovery. The next day was to prove just how incorrect one man can be.

Chapter 3

Mistress met me that fateful morning as I stepped out of the shower. "I have a feeling that today is going to be a very special one for you," she said mysteriously. "That calls for special undies. Yesterday, I received some very different lingerie for you to wear just for this particular occasion."

I followed her to the bedroom where laid out on the bed was a pair of very unusual pink panties. Actually, they were closer in design to bloomers than panties.

"You know of course what these are called", Mistress said, picking them up. "Just to remind you, they're called "sissy" pants." Look at all the rows and rows of lace covering them. These panties are truly deserving of their name. Only a true sissy girl would wear these. They are the ultimate in femininity."

Once my garter belt and stockings were properly in place, Mistress knelt in front of me and commanded me to raise each foot in turn as she personally attended to putting the new panties on me. She pulled them up over my cock and balls, trapping them in a slippery nylon prison.

She added a pink camisole with lots of pink ribbons and lace and the outfit was complete. The panties came down my thighs to the tops of my stockings, trimmed with row after row of lace. As Mistress led me to the mirror to admire her handiwork, I loved the tight caress they held me in. Mistress kissed me good bye, admonishing me to be a good girl.

I arrived at the office at my normal time only to discover that Ashley had called in, telling the receptionist that she would not be in until after lunch. The only reason she gave was that she had some personal errands to run.

I didn't think too much about it and set about taking care of those things that I wouldn't need Ashley's help with. Before I knew it, it was time for lunch. Because I went with some of the guys from marketing, lunch took a little longer than usual.

I returned to the office at about 1:30. When I went to my office, I found the door was locked. That was most unusual. I had never locked that door in the five years I'd been there. I rattled the knob a little, then tried to think where I might have left the key.

I was just about to turn away when I heard the door being unlocked. I entered the office to find it completely dark, the lights turned off and the blinds drawn.

Ashley's voice broke the silence. "Lock the door and turn and face it!"

I don't know why I did as she instructed, but I did, perhaps because Mistress had conditioned me to obey instantly.

"Put your hands behind your back, NOW!!!," her voice commanded.

Again, without hesitating, I did as I was told. I felt something metallic being placed on my wrists and seconds later a series of clicking sounds told me I now had my hands hand-cuffed behind me. A scarf was then placed over my eyes and knotted behind my head.

Ashley's voice came to me again, "There, that's much better. Follow me, I'm going to lead you to your chair."

She gripped my belt and turned me around, then led me slowly over to my desk. I was turned around again and pushed until the backs of my knees contacted the seat of my chair. I felt my arms being raised then pushed back until I was seated.

My arms were now behind the backrest of the chair. I heard Ashley walk to the credenza on the other side of my office and return. After releasing the first set of handcuffs from my right wrist, she fastened my left hand to the arm of the chair. She slipped my right arm out of my suit coat and then unbuttoned my shirt and did the same with that. After re-fastening my right arm, she repeated the same procedure with the left, using another set of handcuffs. When she was done, I was left wearing nothing above the waist but my lacy pink camisole.

"My, my but aren't you the pretty little thing," Ashley cooed. I wonder what you're wearing under your slacks." I felt her nimble fingers at my waist, making short work of my belt and zipper. Next, my shoes and socks were removed. "Raise yourself off the chair so I can get these slacks off. I want to see your panties."

Again my training took over and I meekly complied. I felt my slacks sliding down my thighs, exposing my sissy pants and garter belt. When the slacks were completely off, Ashley used two more sets of handcuffs to fasten my legs to the pedestal of the chair. The manner in which she did this caused my legs to spread wide apart, leaving me totally exposed and vulnerable.

Despite my predicament, my cock began to grow inside the sissy panties. Not helping the situation were the fingers tracing the outline of my tool, impelling it to greater size.

"Goodness, look at what I found", Ashley teased. "There is a full size cock in this little girls pretty panties. I always wondered why you seemed to pay more attention to my lingerie than you did my charms when I was trying to get your attention these past months. It seemed the lacier the bra, the more you stared. I began to suspect that you had a lingerie fetish.

Yesterday, when you bent over to pick up something from the floor, I was sure I saw the outline of a garter strap through your slacks. Of course, I had to be sure and my make believe stumble clinched things. As soon as I knew you were wearing lingerie, I started to make my plans for what is to transpire today. I have enjoyed dressing boys in lacies since I was in my teens. Some of my fondest childhood memories are of the times my sister and I would dress my little brother. The three of us would then have "tea parties". Of course, because he was my brother there were certain things we couldn't do. Now that I've got you where I want you, I can take my fantasy to the next level".

Ashley then picked up the phone and called the switchboard. "Hi, this is Ashley. Please hold all Jim's calls. He's going to be tied up all afternoon." It was all she could do to suppress the giggle that escaped the instant she hung up the receiver.

There was silence for a moment, the I heard the unmistakable sound of a Polaroid camera spitting out several pictures. This was followed by the sound of my office door being unlocked, opened and quickly shut again. I sat there helpless, wondering what would happen if someone should wander in. After several moments, I heard the door once again being opened and re-locked.

"There, now I have all the control I need", Ashley boasted. "I just mailed the pictures of you in your lacies to my home address. You will now do whatever I tell you or face the risk of those pictures being posted on the company bulletin board. For the moment, you can sit there and wait while I prepare your first surprise".

The irony of her statement wasn't lost on me. I had no choice but to do just that. The handcuffs prevented all but the most rudimentary movements. I could hear what sounded like someone removing their clothes, sounds like the click of fingernails on buttons, the unmistakable purr of a zipper being pulled down, the whisper of silk sliding against skin.

My imagination ran rampant with minds eye pictures of what Ashley was wearing under her street clothes. Would it be the pretty pink bra or perhaps the sexy black one she had tantalized me with just last week? The answer was soon in coming.

I felt Ashley undoing the knot in the scarf. As it fell from my eyes she cautioned me, "Keep your eyes closed until I tell you to open them". Thirty seconds later she spoke again, "All right my little slut, you may open your eyes now and gaze at your captor".