Dana'a Account

by Patricia Violet

 

I sat across from Ms. Armstrong's empty desk almost shaking with fear.  Beads of sweat covered my entire body even though I was sitting in a cool air conditioned room.  I was in for it this time.  I was goin to lose my job over this.

See, my Aunt got me this job as an assistant to her friend Lisa Armstrong, who is an accountant that runs her own small firm.  My Aunt hooked me up with this job after I had failed out of college and then lost my job at a paper-making mill where I worked after my school days had ended.  I am still young, but too old to be depending on my Aunt to make ends meet.  Luckily, she managed to get me a job working under Ms. Armstrong, who pays me well, but is a very strict woman to work for.  My Aunt warned me that there would be serious consequences if I messed this one up.  And I have definately messed up.

 

One of Ms. Armstrong's most important clients (and wealthiest) the Burns' family often send their young daughter Adrienne to to business for them at the firm.  Adrienne is a petite brunette and one of the most beautiful girls I have ever seen.  Today when she came by, I did my best to be flirtacious with her and asked her out on a date.  When she replied that she would never date a man who has fallen to such lows that he must hold a woman's job like seceratary, I made several rude comments back to her.

Ms. Armstong must have received a call from the Burns' on her cell phone.  She called my desk a few minutes earlier and sternly told me to be waiting in her office for her when she returned from lunch.  Now all I could do was sit here and await my fate.

A few minutes went by before I heard the door open behind me and the click-clack of Ms. Armstrong's high heels.  She passed by my chair and placed a firm finely manicured hand on my shoulder and then took her seat behind her desk.

Lisa Armstrong is a beautiful and intimidating woman.  She is 5'11'' (2 inches taller than I am) and often wears three or four inch heels that make her tower above me.  With long, wavy blonde hair and large plump breasts to compliment her long legs and tight butt, it always surprised me how a woman so beautiful could remain single into her late thirties.  I always thought it must be because she was too preoccupied with here career.  She ran her own small firm very well and got along fabulously with her clients.  Ms. Armstrong always dressed in a manner that matched her beauty but always left her looking most professional. Her work wardrobe was comprised mostly of skirtsuits and silky blouses, and of course always, long, sheer stockings and a smart and sexy pair of high heels.

It must have been this extreme competence and success coupled with such unnatural beauty, that made her so intimidating to me.  She knew that I was a bit scared of her and seemed to enjoy this aspect of our employer/employee relationship.  She always told me what to do very sternly and expected me to act quickly and efficiently or she would scold me in her office.

Now, though, it was all over.  She stared at me with a deadly look from across the desk for a moment, then began to speak.  "I hired you as a favor to your Aunt, Daniel."  She was constantly reminding me of this.  "And you have repeatedly let me down.  Your actions today, especially, were pigish and unacceptable.  I promised your aunt I wouldn't do this, but now you must face the consequences, and I'm sure she will understand."  Here it goes, I thought.  She paused for a moment, and what happened next was very surprising.

She pointed next to her behind the desk and said, "Come here and face me."  Confused but not wanting to lose my job, I quickly obeyed my beautiful boss.  I stood there facing her, and suddenly she grabbed me with both her hands around my biceps and pulled me down across her lap with surprising strength and ease.  Stunned from the disbelief of the situation I was in, my body did not know how to react.  Ms. Armstrong reached with one hand to the front of my pants, while the other held me firmly over her knees, and began to undo my belt.  She finished undoing my pants and forcefully jerked them and my boxer shorts down to my knees.  I heard her open a desk drawer and remove something from inside.

 

Finally gaining control of myself, I started to struggle from her grasp, but I was already in too helpless of  a position, and this woman was stronger then me.  She began speaking again, "You have acted like a naughty little boy and thus, shall be punished like one.  Then we will take necessary steps to ensure it does not occur again."  At that point she let out an uncharacteristic girlish giggle. "Tehe. And if you plan on keeping your job, YOU WILL STOP STRUGGLING WITH ME NOW!"  I let out a soft whimper and went limp.  I noticed, however, that I was not entirely limp.  I had a massive erection.  Very confused at the prospect but entirely certain of it, I was thoroughly enjoying the torture at the hands of my boss.  She laughed again, this time in a domineering manner, and reached down and pulled at my erect cock.  "Enjoying this are we?  I thought you would.  You always did seem to enjoy the way I treated you like a doormat around here."  And she was right.  I thought about it and had to agree with her.  I had always been secretly aroused and performed more efficiently wnen Ms. Armstrong scolded and and was harsh to me.

"Now, on with your punishement," she whispered huskily in my ear.  "I want you to count off every strike with this paddle to help you better remember what happens when you're bad."  And from the moment she put me down across her knees, I knew it was coming.  She raised  her arm and brought down somethig flat and hard against my rear end.  Most likely a paddle of some kind.

The paddle hit me with a loud, stinging whack.  "One!" I gasped out in pain. Another strike: "TWO!"

Ms. Armstrong began to talk as she issued my punishment and I continued counting with every painful, yet sensual, thump.  "This is only the beginning of your reform, Daniel, but judging from your....uhh, response so far, I'm sure you will enjoy yourself.  Have you had enough yet?"

"Yes, Ms. Armstrong," I replied quickly.

"Hmmmm, one more then."  And she brought down the paddle with one final firm smack on my pink ass.  And you will no longer refer to me as Ms. Armstsong.  From this day forward I am Mistress Lisa."

 

"TWENTY-ONE!" I moaned through gritted teeth.  She let me up, then.  I slowly and dizzily stood up.  My head was swimming from a mix of excitement and fear.  My cock stuck out and throbbed awkwardly while I stood before my tormentor.  It was already dripping with pre-cum. Embarrassed, I reached down to pull up my pants.

"DON'T YOU DARE PULL THOSE UP, YET!!!"  Mistress Lisa scolded me, and I quickly obeyed.  "I am nowhere near through torturing you pathetic little dicky.  And how very rude of you not to thank you Mistress after She caringly administers you punishment for your wrongdoing.  I can see we have a long way to go."

"Yes Mistress, very sorry," I whimpered quickly.

Then she realized a small wet spot on the front of her skirt.  "What is this," she said disgustedly and pointed to it.  It was pre-cum from where my stiff cock had rubbed against her leg as she spanked me.  With every stroke of the paddle my ectasy had risen closer to climax.  A few more swats and I would have came all over her black and white ensamble.

She grabbed me by my balls and pulled me towards her chair. "CLEAN IT UP!  WITH YOUR TONGUE."  Not wanting to disobey my MIstress, I bent down and stuck out my tongue.  I touched the soft, smooth material of her skirt with my tastebuds and slurped up the small spot of my salty, wet juices. I would have never though it, but this too increased my pleasure.  How could it feel so good to be humiliated and dominated by this gorgeous woman.  It seemsd so natural.

Then, she issued her next command.  "Lay down here on your back in front of me."  I answered with a quick, "Yes Mistress Lisa" and did as told.  I felt like a little puppy dog awaiting a tummy rub from her master as I lay at Mistress Lisa's feet while she sat in her desk chair.  She removed her  four inch heels from each foot and placed both her stockinged feet on my abdomen.  "Since we are almost out of time for today,  I will be nice and take care of your needs.  But tomorrow, a new life starts for you.  Understand?"

Full of anxiety for the future and pleasure that this wonderful creature was touching me I closed my eyes and moaned, "Thank you, Mistress."

She slid her left foot up to my mouth and ordered me to massage it with my tongue.  I took her stockinged toes in my mouth and began to do my best to please my boss.  She slid her right foot down my abdomen and began to quickly bounce my hard cock against my abdomen.  The feeling of the soft hosiery against my member had a magnificent effect.  I sucked her toes and ran my tongue along them as she began to massage my dick with her other foot faster and more viguously.  She leaned back in her chair and moaned, apparently enjoying herself.  Seeing my Mistress so pleased had a weird effect on me.  My arousal heightened and I came all over her stockinged right foot.  At that instant she caught all of my seed on her foot and then swung her swivel chair around so tha ther right foot was by my mouth also.  "Finish the massage," she said quietly.  I eagerly took the end her wet right foot into my mouth and licked and sucked all of my juices off her toes until her soft, stockinged foot was as clean as my tongue could manage.

"One more thing before you go," she spoke in a soft, but still dominating tone.  She stood up and removed a pair black silky bakini style panties from underneath her skirt.  "You are to wear these home tonight and in to work tomorrow."  As she handed them to me I could feel their dampness and smell her sultry scent on them.  I obediently removed my pants and boxers from around my ankles and pulled the silky undies up my legs.  They fit snugly around my hips and cock with a snap of the elastic wasteband.  The soft silk against my ass and dick felt so good, and I immediately returned to attention.  Mistress Lisa giggled again at this and picked up my boxers and through them in the trash.  "And when you go home tonight, Dana, you can do the same with the rest of your underwear."  I went home to follow Mistress' orders.

 

Epilogue:

It has been almost a year since Mistress Lisa has took control of my life.  I now wear women's clothes both to work and at home.  The soft, sheer hosiery and silky panties  that felt do good to me that first day, are now a small pleasure I enjoy every morning as I get dressed for work.  I even sleep in frilly babydoll nightgowns.  Mistress was also right about my Aunt's (who knew all along about Mistress' Lisa's "hobbies" with men) response to her decision to transform me.  I do all the housework at her house now, dressed in a stylish little French Maid's outfit, complete with a big bowed lacy apron and matching maid's cap.  I prepare all of my Aunt's meals and wait on her hand and foot.  She has become a second Mitress to me, although I address her, as directed, Auntie Victoria with every curtsy.  MIstress Lisa also has me on strict hormone therapy that has molded my figure into girlish curves and given me two small breasts to fill out my bras, corsets, and camis.  I shave all my body hair and had a perm put in my now long, flowing auburn hair.  Mistress Lisa has turned me into the complete sissified male.  I have become a shy, polite young lady under her expert guidance and discipline.  And of course, my desk's name plate and office stationary now read Secretary Dana Fritz, rather than Daniel.

I sasheyed in to work one day,  looking my absolute best, becuase I knew that Adrienne Burns, or Miss Burns, as I respectfully addresssed her now, was coming in to visit me.  She found my transformation a constant source of humor.  She stopped in every Friday to check on her parents' account and ridicule me.

It was some time after lunch when she stopped in for my weekly teasing.  "Get me some coffee, Sissy Dana," she commanded upon her entrance.

"Yes, Miss Burns," I answered in a girlish squeal and jumped to obey.  I minced over to the coffee pot in my three inch heels.  I stood there waiting for it to brew.  Miss Burns crept up behind me and reached underneath my short red miniskirt to massage my cock which I had obediently tucked down, as Mistress Lisa always instructed, into my pink frilly sissy panties.

"You still lust for me, eh Sissy-girl?" she whispered in my ear.  "Aren't you gonna make your panties wet for your favorite client?"  And she stood there with one arm holding up my swooning girlish body while she rubbed my hard panties with the other.  Her hand stroking and rubbing faster and faster, always gaining in force, until she could feel me come inside of my lacy dainties.  "Good girl," she whispered soothingly in my ear as I moaned and gasped for breath.  She gave my cock one final tough squeeze before withdrawing.

"The point of my visit today, believe it or not, was not to touch your li'l sissy cunt.  But," she added, "I just couldn't help myself when I saw how mush effort you put into whoring yourself up for me today."  I blushed at this.  These where glittering compliments to my silly sissified mind.  "More to the point, my cousin Jonathan just broke up with his girlfriend last night and was looking for a one night stand tonight on the rebound.  I told him I knew a little slut who worked for my parents' accountant who would suck his cock tonight guaranteed.  He'll pick you up at the end of the shift."  She smiled and winked at me as she finished.  Mentally daring me to object to the evening she had planned out for her favorite sissy.

Mistress Lisa had ordered I do whatever Miss Burns say, so all I could do was comply.  I would do anything Adrienne asked anyway, no matter what.  "Why yes Miss Burns, I would love to go to on a date with your cousin Jonathan this evening," I said helplessly.

"And suck his cock. You'd love to suck his cock, too." she added for me.  "Say it!"

"I would love to suck his cock, Miss Burns," I sobbed out as tears rose up in my eyes.  Oh what tortue at the hands of such godesses!  And I just couldn't get enough of it!

She laughed at my helpless plight.  "And oh, slutty lips?"

"Yes?"

"Don't forget to lick your panties clean before he comes to pick you up."

"Yes, ma'm!"  It was all I could say.  My life was now controlled by these women.  I was there total sissy slave to do whatever they please with.  And honestly, it's my plesure to do anything for them

 

THE END

  

  

  

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