John-Johanna

by Kristi Knight

 

Chapter 1

"Get in here Miss Baxter and bring me a cup of coffee…now!" For the past 4 years, that was how the day usually started for Cindi Baxter, 41 year old secretary for John Kershaw. John is a lawyer, partner in fact, for the law firm of (Bill) Johnson, (Jack) Norman, (Chip) Miller and the newest partner, (John) Kershaw. He is quite obnoxious (what lawyer isn't), with a sorted background that no one knows too much about...until now.

The firm itself has 4 partners and a pool of secretaries and paralegals (mostly female) assisting the lawyers. Miss Baxter is John's primary secretary and is overworked and severely underpaid. He would also take several liberties (sexually) with the rest of the secretaries holding their jobs over their heads. That too would soon change.

Kershaw is a small man, about 5'5", 150 lbs, a bit pudgy but frail looking. The chip he carries on his shoulder weighs at least that much. John, 42, was just a typical lawyer in a typical law firm until about 4 years ago. He was quite frustrated at the time due to the fact that he'd been at the firm since he was 27 doing all the typical case stuff that lawyers do. He wanted desperately to make partner though by the time he was forty, and low and behold, did it 2 years before his deadline. John, however did have a secret behind all this...one that would come back to haunt him.

Kershaw was an above average student, extremely meticulous and graduated from law school in the top third of his class. He was a good attorney, but didn't always play by the rules and is now known as a bit of a shark in court and an ass to the secretaries and paralegals because he thinks they are 'beneath' him and his abilities. John knew, to make partner, he'd have to show that he could not only do a good job as a lawyer, but he'd have to prove that he could bring business (and the associated funds) into the firm.

Five years ago while at the golf club (when he should have been working), he overheard a group of men that were obviously into organized crime and drug dealings. He sat at the table right behind this group who were talking a bit louder than they should have. John heard them mention a very large amount of money which immediately perked his greedy ears. The rest of the conversation was a bit distorted, but he picked out a word or two about laundering and opium. He immediately started to think about the partnership at the firm and the business this opportunity could present…as well as padding a large bank account for himself.

When the men at the table finished their conversation, John followed them out of the club and attempted to talk to the man who appeared to be the boss. John was immediately surrounded by angry looking 'thugs' so he figured he had contacted the correct one. John confessed to hearing the men talk about their problematic situation and offered his services as a lawyer. That immediately got some more angry growls and scowls from 'the boss's' entourage. The boss introduced himself as Tony Briatoni and set up a meeting with John.

A few days later, the two of them decided they could make a deal and hopefully con the IRS out of a ton of money while smuggling in tons of opium from 3d world countries. John's part in the deal was to effectively launder all this money thru legitimate businesses and 'loopholes' in the tax laws. After about 6 months of this, and a massive amount of successfully laundered drug money, John decided to get a bit more risky. Tony and his gang of thieves would have 2 or 3 enormous loads of opium a year along with their normal monthly shipments and those enormous loads of opium also brought with it enormous amounts of money to scam. So large in fact, John figured he could skim a fair amount off the top and pocket this for his own purposes. He was making a large salary already thru the firm and the partners were extremely impressed with the amount of money he was able to bring in. So impressed in fact, they decided to lock him in to the firm by making him a partner. Money was rolling into his bank account hand over fist. Tony and his gang didn't notice the relatively small amount of money skimmed off the top of their mountain of dirty funds. John was so (over)confident in his abilities, he kept meticulous records of each deal, his transactions and kept them filed at his house.

Because of all this found wealth and power and the fact that he believed he had gotten away with his scheming and scamming, he became even more unbearable around the office. There were at least 5 secretaries working at the firm that John had a hard-on for. Cindi Baxter was the first and most frequent, but his modis operendi with each of them was identical. He would threaten their jobs if they didn't get beneath his desk and 'service' him while he sat there. All the secretaries were suspicious, but each of them were so busy doing things for the partners, they never had a chance to 'compare notes' or to file any type of grievance.

On an early January evening, the worm turned when John was out assisting Tony and company. He was reviewing the latest deposits and transfers when he realized he needed proof of another transaction that he had left on his desk at home. Unfortunately he was several thousand miles away from home and these were not the sort of people you made wait. The only one he trusted enough to get the information from his house was Cindi. After all, he had her under his thumb and completely under control. It was very late, but she was still at the office working when her phone rang. John informed her of what he needed and how to get into his house.

After arriving at his house around 9 pm, Cindi found the information John asked for – and then faxed them to him. Cindi was not stupid however. She took a look at the documents and several others in his extensive files and a devious smile formed across her face.

 

Chapter 2

Cindi is an extremely attractive, 5' 8," 132 lb blonde, with an undergrad degree in psychology, masters degree in business and has taken many night courses on the law and is within a year of getting her own degree. She is way over qualified for her job, but enjoys it except for when the bosses give her a hard time. She has been looking for a better job or a substantial raise for quite a while now.

After she found the documents John needed, she began to look at the information in earnest. She noticed the massive amount of funds and some dummy corporations. She kept looking around and through his desk and found even more information – very incriminating information! She put all the information in a folder and took it to work the next day. Cindi and her 4 closest female secretary/paralegal group took a look at all of it and began to compare notes. They soon realized that John was into some pretty crooked stuff and had amassed well over 2 million dollars from skimming money off the top of these illegal transactions. In these documents were phone number points of contact, addresses, bank numbers, etc. It had everything you could imagine and was extremely organized. It was also obvious that John's arrogance just landed him right in the frying pan.

When John got to the office that morning, he again told Cindi to bring him a large cup of coffee and to bring her note pad. He had a lot for her to work on today…so he though. Cindi entered his office with absolutely nothing in her hands…except that one hand was behind her back.

John immediately got angry and said: "I hope that's my coffee and your note pad behind your back.

She said: "No, I have a surprise behind my back!" As she produced the folder with all the incriminating evidence, she smiled smugly and said: "You see John, I now have you by the balls! Effective immediately, things around here are going to change dramatically.

"What the fu…" John tried to say before he got cut off by Cindi.

"You see John, I know what you've been up to and have all the proof I need to send you away for a long, long time." She continued: "You will write me a check for $50,000 each month and you will drastically alter your mood around this office!"

"You stupid bitch! You must be smokin' crack.. I'm not about to…" John was cut off again.

"Make it $60,000 each month! Care to make it $70,000!?"

John, now realizing that he was in trouble and tried to calm the situation: "Why should I give you so much money?"

Cindi then laid it all out for him: "You see John, you've been a dick for a long, long time and have used your position to build a great deal of wealth, but it was virtually all crooked. So, if you fail to do exactly as I say, EXACTLY, then not only will I notify your ex wife so she can take you back to the cleaners, but I'll also tell Mr. Briatoni of what you've done. If you're still alive after he gets thru with you, then I'll go to the IRS and they will throw you in jail for the rest of your existence and take it all away. I'm sure the boys in prison would love to get a hold of your pansy little ass! So your choice is clear as I see it – do exactly as I say and live, or confront me and die poor, alone and very painfully. What are your questions asshole!?"

"Oh shit! Alright, take it easy now, there's no need to go overboard with this…uh…I…er…I'm sure we can work something out." John stuttered nervously.

 

Cindi came back: "There's nothing to work out John, I've got the rest of your miserable little life planned out and it is effective today! I'll expect my check for $60,000 on my desk by noon. I plan on taking the rest of the day off to go shopping with my girlfriends…and maybe even buy you a few things."

"What things!?"

"Oh, I don't want to spoil the surprise my dear. But trust me, I've put a lot of thought into it!"

After writing a check and putting it on Cindi's desk, John went back into his office and began to cry. He knew that life as he knew it was over.

Cindi gathered her friends in the office and went immediately to the bank, deposited half the check into her account and then went shopping with the rest. She put a large down payment on a new sporty little S2000 and then went to her favorite stores.

 

Chapter 3

The next day was Friday, and Cindi went into work, late, with a smile on her face and a spring in her step. John was already there in his office…it was quiet. Cindi went into John's office, sat down and put her feet up on his desk.

John, forgetting his new circumstance: "Get your fuc…uh, I mean, I need you to write a letter to…"

Cindi cut him off mid sentence: "No, no, no my dear, I'm not writing any more letters or calling anyone else, or fetching your coffee or giving you head underneath your desk anymore. I told you, things are going to change. None of the other secretaries or paralegals are going to do your work for you either dick-head. In fact, here are some of the other changes you will make around here. You will hold a quick meeting with the other partners and tell them you are leaving the firm to go out on your own. You've built up enough of a client base to keep you, I mean us, in the lap of luxury for a long time. And, by us, I mean that Pam, Elizabeth, Traci, and Bobbi will also work there and you will pay them $10,000 more per year than what they are making right now. You probably won't see them much though as both they and I will be completing their education. You will continue to pay me the $60,000 per month for the next year, and then I'll reevaluate the finance situation around here. You will continue to accommodate your clients, but of course concentrate on Mr. Briatoni since he is the biggest client."

John's hands began to shake and he started to sweat as Cindi laid it all out for him.

She continued: "I've already picked out a new office complex and they require a $5,000 deposit so you need to fork that over now darling. I've already called the movers and they will arrive on Saturday and begin to move all the furniture over to the new office. Here's the directions. You will meet them here tomorrow at 7 am sharp and help them move all the stuff over there. I'm going shopping – have a good weekend dear! See you on Monday. I'll be in around 10 am or so. Please have coffee ready – 2 sugars and 1 cream please. Toodles!"

Needless to say, John was infuriated, but absolutely helpless and he knew it. Cindi had him by the balls and was squeezing…hard! He ran through every possible scenario in his head trying to figure a way out of this god-awful predicament but there simply was none. He did what he was told and showed up on Saturday morning at 7 am and began the move to his new office complex.

By late Sunday night, exhausted, virtually all the furniture was moved and John set himself up in the corner office with a beautiful view overlooking a small wooded park. He locked up and left the office around midnight and headed home to relax.

6 am came very early for John on Monday morning. With every muscle in his body aching, he rolled out of bed into the shower and got ready for what he knew would probably be the longest work week of his life. John opened up his new office complex shortly before 8 am. The complex was completely silent except for him. Around 9 or so, the two secretaries (Pam and Elizabeth) rolled in and checked out their new surroundings, but none of them started to actually work on anything. A few minutes later, Traci and Bobbi came in and checked out the new place. They found their offices, got their morning coffee and fired up their computers for the day. No one had yet to speak a word to John which made him even more nervous than he already was.

Shortly after 10 strolled Cindi, again with a big smile on her face and a spring in her step. The instant she opened the door, the 4 ladies in the office gave her a standing applause and she graciously thanked them all. John's heart sunk to the earth when he heard them applauding because he knew that meant Cindi had arrived. He remained seated at his desk in his large office and waited for the inevitable – her entrance. She instead started to look at the surroundings critiquing the new environment, decorations, but most met with her approval. Elizabeth approached her and personally thanked her for making her life so much better and asked if she needed anything:

"Welcome back Ms. Baxter and thank you so much for what you've done for us all! Here is your desk right outside Mr. Kershaw's office. Everything is set up for you – phones, computers, PDA, printers, faxes, and everything you'll need to be comfortable. Is there anything else you need?

Cindi replied: "Why yes, there certainly is…could you please call John out here, we need to have a conversation…a town hall meeting if you will."

Elizabeth, a bit confused replied: "You wa-wa want ma-ma me to call him out here to talk to you?"

"Why yes dear. Don't worry, I think you'll see he's changed his attitude quite a bit lately" smirked Cindi.

Elizabeth turned around and went to the front of John's office and told him that Cindi wanted to see him and that he better come out right away. John sighed deeply, grit his teeth, got up out of his chair behind his desk and strolled out toward Cindi. She waited impatiently until he got within 3 feet of her and said: "John, thank you so much for organizing the office for us. The place looks very nice and is well organized. However, there does seem to be a bit of a problem with the placement of the offices."

John knew what was coming now.

Cindi continued (loud enough where the other 4 ladies could easily hear), "You see John, for some reason you moved all your stuff into the nicest biggest office while I am stuck out here in the open. That will simply never do. Effective immediately, you will move all your stuff out to this desk as a central focal point for the ladies you will now be working for. You will work directly for me, but consider the other ladies your boss as well. You will fetch them their morning coffee, do the menial paper work – typing and such, run menial errands, take their phone calls, keep their calendars…all the stuff that a good secretary would and should do. That should give them time to work on their degrees in law and improve their situations. But since you are the only one of us five that have passed the bar exam and are authorized to sign legal documents, you will do that for us too. There shouldn't be any actual court issues, but if there are, I'm sure you'll be more than happy to work it into your busy day…won't you dear?!"

John smugly responded: "Yeah…" He then mumbled something unflattering that Cindi heard and she responded by saying: "Yeah…WHAT?! I don't really think that's a proper way to talk and address your bosses…do you?"

John responded again: "No."

"No…what!?" Cindi retorted.

"No ma'am," he said.

"No Ms Baxter…isn't that what you mean to say John!? In fact, any time you address any of the ladies in the office, you will be pert and cheerful and always respond by either yes or no Ms…and then the ladies last night. Is that clear!?"

"Yeah…uh, I mean, yes Ms Baxter" John said back.

"There now, that's better. Wasn't that more pleasant Elizabeth, Pam, Traci, Bobbi…wasn't that much nicer?!" The other ladies were shocked, but couldn't help but try to hide the huge smiles coming over them. "In fact, since you're all listening anyway, please come out here ladies and let's get things out on the table for everyone to hear." Cindi continued… "John here, although technically the lawyer in the building, will primarily do administrative things, but will continue to sign the legal documents the courts need to process the necessary information. His desk will now be here out in the open where you all can have easy access to him and he will address you by your last names…only. Go ahead and practice now John so you've got it straight. And in case you don't know, Pam's last name is Miller. Go ahead."

"Yes Ms Miller," John said with nearly a tear in his eye.

Cindi continued, "Elizabeth's last name is Johnson.

"Yes Ms Johnson."

"Traci's last name is Shupe. Go on dear…you can do it."

"Yes Ms Shupe."

"And Bobbi's last name is Sulens."

"Yes Ms Sulens."

"And of course you know my last name don't you dear?"

"Yes, Ms Baxter."

"Very good honey, very good." Please move all the stuff out of your office and out here to this desk and move all my equipment – all of it – into your previous office. Make sure you dust it good too dear…it looks a bit dirty in there. The ladies and I are taking an early lunch to discuss things a bit and we'll be back around 2 or so. I expect all this to be done, expertly, by then. Any problem with that John?!"

"No, Ms Baxter."

"Good," Cindi said. "Come ladies, grab your stuff, lets go get some lunch." John's head looked down and all he could hear were the ladies high heels as they clicked across the floor and out the door.

 

Chapter 4

Cindi and other 4 ladies arrived at one of the nicer restaurants in town, sat down and began to talk about what had just happened: "Well, ladies…what do think of your new situation?"

"Oh my God…" "What in the world is going on…" "How were you able to get him to do…" came out of the 4 ladies' mouths nearly simultaneously.

Cindi just laughed and said: "Don't worry and don't even waste time thinking about it ladies, just rest assured that John Kershaw will no long be a dick to you and you will start to enjoy your jobs much, much better. Now, that doesn't mean we don't have a mission to accomplish – we do – but lets just say from now we will be able to reap more of a reward from all the hours we were putting in. I've basically got him by the balls and he knows it! Let's eat!"

After a very leisurely lunch and a few glasses of expensive wine (charged to the new company credit card of course), the women went back to the office and found John sitting in the middle of the office at his small desk (covered with papers) looking at the 5 much nicer offices surrounding him.

During the next month, Cindi ran the office with the utmost proficiency. She managed to recruit 3 more high-dollar clients and then turned around and gave John a twenty-five cents an hour raise, while simultaneously increasing each of the ladies pay an extra $10,000 per year including herself.

While sitting at her desk one day, surfing the internet, Cindi began to think about the situation and that something still wasn't quite right. She called John into her office and he had a seat in front of her large new desk. "John, you've done a very good job for us since acquiring your new responsibilities, but something is missing."

"What Ms Baxter?"

"Well, you are essentially the secretary for us, but you still wear suits and ties to the office. That needs to change a bit…slowly of course, but definitely needs to change. I get so tired of seeing you wear those professional looking suits and your cocky suspenders while you're really nothing more than a lowly paper pushing secretary. Come with me."

"Bu…bu…but I have so much work to do on my desk…I'll never get it done by the deadline tomorrow…uh, Ms Baxter."

"Yes you will my dear. You'll just have to stay a bit later tonight until it's all done…that's all."

Cindi and John went out and got into her new Honda S2000 and went into one of the chicer ladies stores in town already carrying 1 shopping bag with her. Cindi took a long look at John's frame…up and down…and then lead him around the store buying several things. She bought some short, silky camisoles, stockings with garter belts, panties and a few other surprises that he wasn't allowed to see. It also turns out that Cindi had done some shopping on the outskirts of town too along with some internet browsing.

She then led him into the ladies changing area. John was so confused by this point but somehow seemed relieved that the store was virtually empty. Once inside the changing area, Cindi told John to come and shut the door behind him.

"You see John, your demeanor in the office is still not where I expect it. You're simply not pert and cheery enough for me and the other girls and I think I can change that. Here's what you're going to do. Effective immediately (she loved to say that), under your normal business attire, you will begin to wear clothing normally associated with women. I've bought you several very pretty and silky items that I just know, once against your soft skin, it will even your mood out and make you more pleasant to be around."

John tried to interrupt: "You crazy bitch, I'm not going to wear women's clothes…not for you or anybody!"

Cindi came right back at him: "Is that so? I've got Mr. Briatoni, your ex wife and the IRS already programmed in on my speed dial and have pre-stamped letters with all the evidence needed to put you away forever ready to send out to these people if I don't check in with them daily. Now, do we understand each other you little pussy!?"

Again, John knew there was absolutely nothing he could do: "Yes Ms Baxter" gritting his teeth as he said it.

"Now, where were we. Oh yes, each day you will wear a series of nice, pretty, slinky things under your clothes until you get used to it and correct your attitude. You will also wear something else."

"What?" he said as his lip quivered.

"A new item came out on the market a few months ago and it's just perfect for you darling…and perfect for us too. It's a new type of 'underwear' especially for hard-to-train men. It's radio controlled, clips around your balls and acts a lot like a dog collar – you know, the one that zaps the dog when they get too close to the underground electric fence. Except this one doesn't need to ever be recharged because the battery supposedly lasts for 125 years and is made out of some type of substance that I can't even pronounce. I think they said it was supposed to use some type of nuclear material or something like that."

Nuclear material???!!! Next to my balls?!!? I'll be sterilized!?!? John said in shock.

"That's OK darling, I was thinking about having you neutered anyway…especially if you refused to go along with this. In fact, I'm sure Mr. Briatoni's men could meet us somewhere and forcibly strap this to you if you refuse. Now, you're certainly not refusing…are you dear?

"No Ms Baxter."

"Now, hold still while I put this on and see how it looks…and works." John slipped off his clothes until he was naked and then Cindi clamped this device (called the 'Baltraynor') around his balls. It looked something like a very small bag with a locking strap at the top. She put the device on his balls and then clicked the strap around the top of his sack. "Just consider it like a chastity belt darling if that helps you." Cindi said as she snickered.

Once the device was on, Cindi took a tiny key and put it into a small gold circle on the side of the strap at the top of the Baltraynor...and then turned it. The band immediately cinched until it was snug around the very top part of his balls. Then, they heard a small electronic voice say: "Armed!" Cindi began to read the warnings to John just so he understood. There was apparently a potent shock on nearly every area if touched. Cindi explained how the device worked but warned John not to touch any part of it. Cindi then moved the remote fob setting to 1 and pushed the top one of the 3 buttons. A large shock went thru John's balls and he immediately fell to his knees and began convulsing in extreme pain.

"Holy shit! What was that?!" John exclaimed in pain.

"That my dear was just level 1 of this device so you can imagine what the other levels will feel like. "Oh God, please Ms. Baxter…please don't do this to me…I'll be a good little boy…I promise to be good from now…just please don't make me wear this awful thing." John said pathetically.

"John, dear John…I don't want you to be a good little BOY, I want you to be a good little GIRL. You see, you've been way too much of dick over these past few years and it's my turn now to teach you to respect women and to succumb to their needs and wants –the way it should be. The only way I can do that effectively is to show you first hand what it's like. Plus it gives me the money you've withheld from me. You've never paid me what I was worth and all the stuff you put me thru – so now it's my turn to get even. Deal with it little girl."

John wanted to say something, but he realized Cindi was going to get her way no matter what. He was at her command.

With John still on knees after the shock and pleading his case, Cindi said: "Get up, we're not done here. The fabric in this Baltraynor is brand new, wired and extremely durable. You'll hardly ever have to take it off…not that you could – ha ha ha. Every day, under your normal clothes, you'll wear that and then you'll put on a garter belt and stockings. Go ahead put it on now. Very good. Now slip these stocking over your legs and attach them to the belt. Excellent. Make sure you put the garter belt and stocking on first – every day. After that, you'll put on a pair of these silk panties – do it. This pink silk camisole will hide all that nasty chest and back hair – put it on next. We're going to have to do something about all this body hair – later though."

As John stood there wearing the Baltraynor, garter belt, stockings, panties and camisole, Cindi walked around him to make sure everything was done properly. Once behind him she reached her hand down and rubbed his cock thru through the panties. John was hard. "Well, well," Cindi said feeling his erection, "What do we have here? Seems like this may not be as bad as you're making this out to be, hunh? You wouldn't be lying to me now would you?" as she pushed the button on the remote fob briefly.

"N…n...n…n…no Ms Baxter, I'm not lying to you," John spoke as the current passed throughout his frail body.

"All right then, get dressed. And remember, every day I expect you be dressed this way and I will inspect you to ensure you're doing it. If you don't, the first thing I'm going to do is raise the voltage on the remote and then call the people who could really do you some harm. Do you fully understand my intent?" as Cindi squeezed his hard cock beneath his panties.

"Yes Ms. Baxter, I understand completely!"

"Good; continue to get dressed and then meet me outside the changing room. I'm going to do some more shopping."

John came out of the changing room and Cindi was waiting there for him. She had completed her shopping and it was now around 4pm or so. Cindi drove him back to work and said, "Get back to work you little pussy and get all that done before tomorrow morning. And remember, I'll be checking you thoroughly in the morning."

John knew he had a long night ahead of him. It was going to take at least 6 or 7 more hours to get all the work done. He heard her laugh as she peeled out of the parking lot and drove off.

 

Chapter 5

Cindi came into work the next day around 8:30 and found the rest of the women (including John) already there and working diligently. She called John into her office and she told him to shut the door behind him. Cindi ordered John to undress so she could inspect him. Sure enough, John had on the camisole under his white pressed shirt as well as the garter belt and stockings with the pink silk panties over them. The Baltraynor was still firmly clasped around the top of his nuts.

"Very good John, very good," she complimented him. "Now, let's just make sure this thing still works…" And before John could plead his case for Cindi not to press the button, she hit it briefly and it brought him back down to his seamed-stocking covered knees. She then handed him a small suit case with lingerie from Victoria Secret, Fredericks and some other local shops. "Here is plenty of underwear for you John. Tomorrow, you will bring that old nasty stuff you're wearing now in a garbage bag and give it to me. You won't need it anymore."

Cindi continued, "Also in the suitcase are some physique enhancing bustiers that you will wear. Twice a week, on Monday and Friday, you will wear a specific one outlined on this schedule sheet. You'll know by the look too because each one you will wear is a bit darker in color starting with whites, then pinks, then reds, greens, blues and finally dark black. By then your fat waist will be nice, neat and trim."

She then told him about a 9am scheduled delivery for the firm. "Considering the bad quality of the water in this town, I thought it would be nice to have some water coolers…don't you think so?

"Yes, Ms Baxter," John replied meekly.

"These are the type of coolers that have the clear 10-gallon water bottle on top of it. To save some money, I'm having this water delivered once a month and YOU will be responsible for bringing the water into the office and installing them so we all can have nice, cold, fresh water daily.

"Yes Ms Baxter."

Sure enough, about that time, the "Transfer Water Company" arrived and delivered the water bottles and the actual cooling machines. John thought it was funny that there were 6 different coolers with only one of the coolers and bottles marked "Lobby ." John went about his duties and set up each office with one of the coolers including the "lobby" cooler (which was the area he was working now after the office switch).

Cindi then told John the rules of the coolers. "You will no longer drink sodas and other vile drinks in this office John, just fresh clean water for you! Those other drinks are very bad for you and your new figure. Understand?"

"That's not going to be a problem at all Ms Baxter because I was sort of getting tired of coffee and those other drinks anyway," said John.

For the next month, John did exactly as he was told. He dressed in pretty lingerie underneath his business clothes and had to show Cindi what he chose each day. He 'graduated' to the pink bustiers, panties and garter belts within a month and went about his work diligently as not to offend Cindi and her 'shock fob.' Also during this month, eating and drinking much better than before, John managed to lose about 8 lbs and his waist was now below thirty inches especially considering each one of those bustiers clamped his waist for 16-18 hours a day. John also noticed that his body hair had begun thinning out and he was becoming softer…weaker physically and couldn't figure out why.

After nearly two months of this, a middle aged lady walked into the office and told John (at the front desk) that she had an appointment with Ms Cindi Baxter. John replied (as his voice cracked softly), Can I say who's here please and what it's pertaining?"

"Ms. Charlene Traynor and I'm the realtor she asked about," the lady spoke.

"Yes Ms. Traynor, I'll tell her you're here.

"Thank you dear. What a gentleman you are," Ms. Traynor flattered John.

John, in nearly a trot went to the door of Cindi's office and said, "Ms Baxter…, a very pleasant Ms. Traynor, the realtor, is here to see you.

"Thank you John. You're dismissed." Cindi said to him.

About an hour later, Ms Traynor and Cindi came out of the office and were laughing. Cindi told her that she'd see her next Monday at the house and they'd work out the rest of the details then and there. As Charlene was about to walk out the door, she stopped briefly at the lobby water cooler and was about to fill a glass when Cindi called her name and stopped her. Cindi then went over, whispered something in her ear, and they both had another big laugh. Charlene dumped the water out in the waste basket as she gave a devious grin to John who was looking on.

 

Chapter 6

The rest of the week was pretty brutal for John. The season was changing from spring to summer and it was starting to get hot especially with the new clothing he was now required to wear. He was also concerned about his physical weakness and the secret conversation between Cindi and Charlene too. On Friday though, Cindi came to him and gave him a tasking:

"The chairs in the office are unsuitable for a proper work environment and I am going to change them immediately…except for yours…yours is just fine. The new chairs will be here later today and the furniture company will place the chairs outside the complex and you will bring them in and put them in each of the ladies offices. Understand sweetie?

"Yes Ms. Baxter, I understand completely. But why don't I get a…" John tried to complete a sentence.

"I don't recall asking for any opinions or feedback on the subject John. Just do what you're told and don't ask questions! None of those new chairs better get a scratch on them either!" snapped Cindi.

"Yes Ms. Baxter."

Around 4 pm, the furniture movers showed up and dropped 5 of the biggest, heaviest chairs John had seen in a long time outside the door. But, he set about his task of very carefully moving them into the office. Despite his normally small size for a man, he would have been able to move them fairly easily, but was really struggling and working up quite a sweat. He was just simply weak…and growing weaker it seemed.

John noticed as he moved the last one in that the chairs were shaped a bit funny and had a removable pad about the size of a football in the seat portion of the chair. When he looked closer and actually removed the small pad, he could see straight thru to the floor except for what looked like a wire padded drawer of some type. Cindi came out of her office and noticed John looking at the new chairs and that he had removed the pad.

"Put that back in you little tart! Your job is to move the chairs, not waste time examining them – you're slowing down production in the office. Now, MOVE IT!"

John came back and meekly replied, "But I was just wondering what the small…."

"WHACK!!" Cindi slapped his face and nearly knocked him into the next room. "I told you before, I didn't want any backtalk. You are not concentrating on the job at hand and have pissed me off but good. Get in here right now!"

John immediately started to tremble because that slap alone nearly knocked his head off and he knew he was too weak to defend himself if she got really rough…much less if she pushed the button on the Baltraynor.

As John got inside her office and walked up to Cindi, she grabbed him, spun him around and un-tucked his shirt right out of his slacks to expose his light red bustier. She loosened the laces, put her foot in the small of his back and tightened the bustier like she was pulling the reigns of a horse. His waist immediately pulled in another 3 inches and John began to gasp for air. She knotted the laces of the bustier, reached into her purse and pulled out the Baltraynor. She then moved the power selector to position 3 and pushed the button. John fell to the floor and began to convulse in obvious pain. Complicating the shock, the bustier was so tight that he couldn't get any air.

Mercifully, after about 5 seconds of that torture, she released the button and told John to get up. "I NEVER want to hear any back sass out of you. Do you get me you little panty slut?!"

"Y…y…ye…ye…yes…yes…Ms Ba…Ba…Baxter, I understand and I promise not to ever to it again. Oh god, I promise. Please don't hurt me anymore." John said as he started to cry.

"Good, now get the fuck out of my office you pussy."

John returned to his desk straightening his clothes as he went. He tried to regain not only his composure, but his breath as well. He went over to the water cooler and drank about 10 cups of water. He was so restricted now that it was hard to sit down. When he finally was able, he had to sit up so straight with no bending at all. John finally finished his work and then tidied up the office before he left around 10:30 pm or so. Cindi and the rest of her staff ladies had been gone for nearly 6 hours and were enjoying a night on the town with the rest of their friends. They laughed about the days events.

On Monday, John got to the office around 6 am and the rest of the ladies rolled in around 9. Cindi then left the office around 10 am or so to meet up with Ms. Charlene Traynor. Before she left, she handed John two stacks of paperwork that required a lawyer's signature and told him she might be back later that day. She didn't.

The next morning, one of the office ladies came in and handed John a small duffle bag and memo that read:

"Effective immediately, you will no longer live at your house. You will live in the spare room I have fixed for you in the back of my new house on 157 Verdan Way. Enclosed you will find a map. The firm is simply not doing as well as expected and we are selling your house along with your Mercedes and Ferrari 355 to pay for our new building, associated salaries and our schooling. All the furniture and fixtures will be auctioned in one week as well which should keep us in the black financially.

I have moved a few of your 'important' things to this spare room, and everything you need is now there including your new wardrobe. Inside the duffle bag is the first part of your new wardrobe – your new shoes. While you are at work in the office and at home, you will wear your new shoes and only take them off when you appear in court or when you're asleep in bed. They are light red in color to match your current bustier and only 2 inch training heels so you shouldn't have too much trouble moving around in them. Report to my office at 10 am. I want to ensure you fully understand these direction you dumb slut.

Ms Baxter

 

As John's eyes began to well up he looked at the clock – 9:30. He then took the shoes out of the duffle bag. He could feel the eyes of his female co-workers peaking around the corners watching him and giggling quietly. He slipped the strappy heels over his feet and they fit a little tight, but otherwise perfectly. He could hear the nylon of his stockings sliding against the straps as he moved around. John tried to walk around the office a bit accomplishing his required daily tasks, but was very awkward and bumbling.

Shortly before 10, John heard a door open and someone walk in Ms Baxter's office. John got up, stumbled to her office door, opened it and saw Cindi standing there behind her desk. She apparently had a back door added to her office over the weekend and just came in. She spoke to him:

"Good, you're in here early. Come over here and let me look at you and check you out."

John moved slowly around the desk until he was in front of her. She un-tucked his shirt (not quite as roughly as before) and felt the silky camisole under his shirt. She then unbuttoned his pants and felt the silk panties, garter belt and stockings. She also noticed that he now had a raging hard-on while she ran her hands over him. She felt down to his balls and noticed the Baltraynor was still securely attached. She then ran her hand up and felt his erection. She laughed a bit and quietly said: "Never will use that again…"

She had him sit down in front of her while she looked at his new heeled shoes. She explained the construction of these new shoes – steel braided wire lined and with a special feature.

"We must continue your training and reversal of your past ways, so the next phase is the shoes. For years and years women have been made to serve man in many different ways – work, home clothes and then they've basically forced women to look taller and slimmer than they are. They've basically done this by making them wear these outrageously tall spiked heels. Why else would you purposely wear shoes that cause balance and foot problems!? Don't worry though, we're not going to start you out with 6 inch spikes or anything crazy like that – 2 inches will do just fine at first.

And, you see John, these are special shoes created just for you. They have a thin steel braid inside each of the straps which are attached to a thin metal plate under this little padding which acts as the step. These straps come around at the top and insert here. They locked when you put them on…they look very pretty. They are now locked on your feet and only I have the key. And only I will determine whether or not they should come off. I've also coordinated your training like the clothes you're wearing. You started with white, graduated to pink and now light red. Your shoes will correspond to the color of your clothes. These as you can see are light red and only 2 inch heels. Your shoes and your clothes will get darker…and higher heeled until you get to the dark black. You should be around 4-5 inch heels by then and very, very chic. Understand?"

John's lower lip began to quiver as he nodded and said, "Yes Ms Baxter."

"Good. Did you understand the memo and that you are not to go back home – that you are to live in the back room of my new home? I have a whole new wardrobe for you too. You can drive your Mercedes to my new house where I have a Honda Accord waiting for you. Your house and basically all your belongings will be sold over the next few months to pay our salaries, this new office complex and our schooling. Now go back to your desk. You have more than enough to keep you busy for the rest of the day!"

John minced back to his desk, put his head down and began sobbing uncontrollably. Cindi got up from behind her desk and said: "Quit crying you little whore and get back to work if you know what's good for you."

 

Chapter 7

Around 11 pm on Tuesday night, John tried to drive his Mercedes for the last time back to Cindi's new house. He found that driving with heels – even just 2 inch heels was very difficult. He kept stabbing the gas or the brake pedal every time and his foot kept slipping off the pedals which caused a police officer to pull him over. The officer came up to his car and asked John to step out. The officer looked him over and noticed the pink strappy heels he was wearing and administered a DUI test to him. John barely passed despite not having any alcohol at all, but the officer still wrote him a citation for reckless driving. He also snickered as he was walked away barely able to control his laughter.

After following Cindi's map and finally arriving at her new house, he noticed it was stunning quite frankly – 2 story brick home with a circular driveway in front and beautiful external amenities everywhere he looked. It wasn't as nice as his home, ex home that is, but it was certainly a step up from her old shack. He drove around to the side and parked in front of one of 4 garage doors and locked it. He then noticed a small, light blue Honda Accord four-door sitting inside the last garage stall. He was so exhausted though from the day's events, he didn't feel up to checking it out.

There was a sign on the front door that said,

"John, this is not your door. Go around to the back of the house and follow directions."

John immediately went around back and saw an envelope with a key inside attached to the back door. In he went and followed the signs down to the basement room where he saw:

"This is your new room John. In the closet, you will find 4 of your suits and some lingerie as we discussed earlier today. I also put some nightgowns and peignoirs in the dresser. You will no longer sleep in your underwear, you will change into the color nightgown that corresponds with your color of lingerie and shoes. Since the shoes are locked, you will wear them all the time until it's time for you to graduate to the next color. And obviously, since you can't take your shoes off the stockings and garter belt will have to stay on too. If you get a run in them, I will replace them for you – after you have been severely punished of course. And as always, I will perform spot inspections to ensure you are keeping up with the new training. Your alarm is set for 4am. That should give you enough time to clean the house, freshen up and be at work by 7 am tomorrow. AND BE QUIET, DO NOT DISTURB MY BEAUTY SLEEP!! The other girls will get there around 8:30 and I will arrive around 10 like you used to do. I expect the office to be neat, clean and the coffee already made and hot. Get some sleep you slut; you're going to need it. Nighty, night!"

John looked around his new, very small room and took stock of his apparent new life there at Cindi's house. He checked out his clothes and everything she had mentioned was in there. It was immaculately organized by 'training phase.' On the left were the whites, then the pinks, then reds and so on. On the floor of the closet, the shoes were the same way. He noticed the heels did go from the 2 inch ones he was wearing to nearly 6 inch black spikes at the far right. There was also some black knee-high boots with spike heels down there in the corner. There was even some clothes in gray plastic dry-cleaning bags at the end of the rack. He couldn't see what was in them and was too tired to care. John stripped down to his stockings, garter belt and red shoes; put on the red nightgown that Cindy mentioned, brushed his teeth and went to bed. His feet were killing him – so was his head.

The alarm came on at precisely 4am and John crawled out of the uncomfortable, short bed. He was absolutely exhausted, but knew the repercussions of not getting up and doing what he was supposed to do. His long nightgown, stockings and heels were hard to walk around in and to complicate matters, he was in a brand new place. As he stumbled out of bed and began to walk around trying to find the bathroom, he hit his knee on the edge of the dresser which caused a run in his left leg stocking. He was so tired though, he didn't really even notice.

He finally found the door to the bathroom and begin splashing water on his face trying to wake up. Once his eyes cleared a bit, he looked around and noticed it was basically set up for a woman. It had a small chair in front of a small, well lit dressing table, which had plenty of every kind of make up, shampoos, eye liners, lotions, etc on top of it. On the far left though were some men products – bar soap, shaving cream, razors, dandruff shampoo, etc. He looked in just one of the top drawers of the dressing table and again, it was virtually all female items such as panty liners, tampons, make up remover, cotton balls, 1 ultra soft Cottenelle toilet paper roll and q-tips.

He shaved quickly, undressed (except for the garter, hose and shoes) and then stepped in the shower. The water running across his stockinged legs felt very strange, but very good and smooth. He immediately got an erection, but it went away as suddenly as it arose. After toweling off and trying to dry the stockings while stuck to his legs, he looked in the mirror and noticed his hair was obviously getting too long and he needed a hair cut. His body hair continued to fall out and the drain was nearly clogged with it.

John looked in the clothes dresser in his new room and still had some lighter red panties and garter belts which did match his new heels. He put them on and then put on one of the suits in the closet that still managed to fit him. Once he was completely dressed, he walked up stairs and saw another note on the kitchen table. It was obviously from Cindi.

"Hi sweetie. Good morning. I hope you slept well since it was your first of many nights here in my new house. In the refrigerator on the top left shelf, you will find your breakfast – it's the low fat strawberry Yogurt and half a grapefruit. You can also have a glass of orange juice or just water if you want. Don't take anything else out of the fridge – I'll know if you do. You're still too fat and need to slim down. The keys to your new Honda are taped to this note. It's got a full tank of fuel. Your Mercedes won't be in the driveway. I had it towed to the auctioneer last night, but your office keys are still on your key ring. You were sleeping so soundly when they came to get your car, I didn't want to wake you. I'll still be in bed by the time you're ready to leave so be a good little girl and don't make any noise when you're cleaning the house and leaving for work. See you there sugar."

John was about as furious as he could be and exclaimed "Fuckin' Bitch!" He covered his mouth sheepishly as if to stop the sound, but did hear a bit of noise from upstairs, but then it got quiet again so he assumed everything was OK – or else would have heard about it immediately.

John scarfed down his yogurt and sour grapefruit and left for work…in his Honda. Driving was still very difficult, but he was starting to get used to it and didn't get stopped by the police this time. He arrived shortly after 7 am and began his day. He tidied up his desk a bit and then started coffee for the other girls who came thru the door around 8:30. Around 10, he heard Cindi's back door open and then heard it slam shut. Cindi came to her office lobby door and asked John to come in here and bring her a cup of coffee.

John got the coffee, fixed it just the way Cindi liked it and then entered her office. She was standing behind it and motioned for him to come to her. His legs started to tremble. She commanded, "Turn around John, it's time for your inspection."

John did as he was told, turned around and lifted up his shirt to expose his camisole and his bustier under it.

Cindi continued, "Go ahead, now the pants."

John unbuckled his belt and let his pants fall to the floor. He had on the red panties over the garter belt and the stockings (now dry) were attached. His strappy heels were also on and still securely locked to his feet and ankles. SMACK!! SMACK!! SMACK!! Cindi hit him 3 quick times with a thin wooden paddle right on his ass thru his silk panties.

John yelped in pain and tried to turn around, but Cindi drove her forearm into his back and forced him onto the desk face first. John tried to get up and out from under her, but he just couldn't…he was much weaker than her now and couldn't move.

She continued to paddle and scold him, "Goddamn it you stupid bitch, what were the clear instructions I left you." Smack, smack, smack.

John tried to speak, "You told me to eat breakfast and then take the new car into work and get ready for the day" he cried out.

That's not all I told you! I told you to straighten up the house didn't I?"

"Yes, Ms Baxter."

"You failed to make up your bed, I found the empty yogurt container still on the kitchen table and your dirty, empty glass was in the sink. I also heard you hit your leg on the dresser which obviously caused that awful looking run in your stockings; and finally I heard…" Smack, smack, smack… "you call me a very dirty name which woke me up in the middle of a beautiful dream!" Smack, smack, smack, smack - she continued to paddle him.

"Please, please stop, Ms Baxter, I promise I'll do better, I promise!!!"

Cindi then said, "Your punishment's not through here you little fuck whore, it's time we tried out these new chairs. Get on your back underneath my chair. Put your head in the holder right under my seat."

Cindi removed the football sized padded panel in the seat of her chair and she could now see John's face under the chair where the pad used to be. Cindi hiked up her skirt, dropped her panties to her feet, sat down (on John's face) and said, "Eat me! Lick me with your tongue until I cum all over your face, slut!"

John did was he was told and began licking Cindi's pussy. The majority of his body was under her desk, but his head was in the metal padded wire 'basket' directly underneath the 'sweet spot' of Cindi's chair. He was in a perfect position to eat her pussy while the 'basket' supported his head at just the right height.

Cindi was really starting to enjoy this now. John actually ate pussy very well and she liked it. "That's it slut…lick my pussy…lick it good…lick it 'til I cum all over you!" She started to squirm around in her chair and would rise up slightly so John could just barely touch her pussy. As she looked down at his panty covered crotch, she noticed his hard cock straining against the silk panties. He started to rub his hard cock and she reached for her Baltraynor fob and hit the button on level one. She shock actually run thru his body and tongue and tickled her pussy.

"Don't you dare touch yourself you little fuck slut. You're pleasuring me now and that's all you should be thinking about and concentrating on – get me?! She tapped the fob again and felt the shock go thru his body.

"Mmmysssss Msss Bxtr, I mmundrstand" John mumbled while still eating Cindi's twat.

"Keep eating me…yes…yes…yes…keeping eating me…god I love to have my pussy licked and it's been such a long time…yes, yes, yes…eat my pussy good you little whore, eat it good til I cum on your tongue. Tongue fuck me slut, tongue fuck me! Deeper, deeper…you can do better than that slut, tongue fuck me good. Now lick my clit, lick it now, now, now!!!! Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yeeeessssssssss!!!!!!!" She came all over his face and sat down hard on his tongue to drive his tongue deep into her pussy.

She started to laugh, "Get up you little pantied whore and get dressed."

John pulled his pants back up, tucked in his silky camisole, then shirt and buckled his belt.

"Now, get out of my office, clean yourself up and don't you ever fail to do what I tell you to do…or you'll jet a lot worse than this!! And by the way, I'm having a little get-together this weekend for the girls in the office so don't plan on going anywhere or doing anything. You will have a big part in this – cooking, serving and cleaning mostly. It'll be Saturday night and then Sunday morning for the guests who want to stay overnight. I have a cute little black tux with a red bow tie to match your red shoes, new red bustier and camisole. Now get out!"

Yes, Ms Baxter. John left the office and heard her laughing at him. He went over to the restroom to clean himself up and then to the water cooler because he was so thirsty. When he got back to his desk, he tried to sit down, but his ass hurt so much from the paddling that he decided not to. He still had a raging hard on and small tears in his eyes. He wiped away the tears, but didn't dare touch himself because he knew Cindi was watching…somewhere.

 

Chapter 8

The weekend came very quickly. Cindi stayed in a good mood for the rest of the week largely due to the fact that John starting doing better around the house and keeping things neat and tidy…like a live-in maid practically.

John woke up around 6 am on Saturday morning with a note on his nightstand:

"Good morning sweetie. You have a lot to do today and I expect it ALL to be done by 3 pm. First things first though. I want breakfast in bed served to me at 9 am sharp…nothing extravagant for the first time; just bacon, 2 eggs over easy, toast, milk, coffee and freshly squeezed orange juice. You'll find everything you need in the fridge including YOUR usual breakfast on the top left shelf. You're still too fat! My serving tray is on the top shelf of the left cabinet. Make sure you put sugar and grape jelly on the tray.

If I'm not already awake, wake me gently by touching my breasts – not groping or squeezing them. Just lightly run your hands over them until I awake.

The rest of your list of chores is on the next page; and it's long so don't dill-dally around. My guests will begin arriving promptly at 5 and I want this house absolutely sparkling. Be done by 3 so you can have plenty of time to get ready. Your tuxedo with the bright red bow tie is hanging in the closet next to your new red bustier. This one has the garters attached so the garter belt won't be necessary. Just snap your new silk stockings in place the same as before. You will still wear a red camisole under the tux shirt. Use this key taped to the paper to unlock your light red shoes. When you're all ready put on the bright red 2 ½ in heeled shoes in the closet and wrap the top strap around your ankle and lock it in place. This key won't open it though…only I have the key to your new shoes. Congratulations dear, you've graduated to red. Now, get back to work!"

 

John was a bit shocked by the note, but set about doing his daily chores and fixing breakfast for Cindi. When he got to her bedroom door, he opened it slowly and found she was still fast asleep. He went over to her, put the tray down on the bed and began lightly running his hands over her breasts as she instructed. This gave him yet another erection which he had yet to be able to satisfy since all of this started. Cindi began smiling and licking her lips as John ran his hands and fingers over her stiffening nipples. He could see her hands under the satin sheets moving down and start to play with her pussy. She began to grind away on her clit and pump her finger into her moist pussy. John could smell her excitement and watched her writhe in ecstasy and she screamed out, "Yes, I'm coming again!!!!!!!!!! Oh, that was quick, but wonderful. What a nice way to wake up. And, John, you better lower that erection quick mister before I get your trainer out…you know what I'm talking about!"

"Yes ma'am, but I'm so horny. I haven't cum in such a long time that I can't help it. I need it…I need it." he whimpered.

"I really don't care what you are or what you need. Your purpose here is to serve me and make me happy. That's all you should be focusing on!" Cindi snapped. "Now, get out of here and get back to work. And remember, I'm always watching and the punishment for disobeying is severe."

John left the room and continued the house work in preparation for tonight's guests. The house was already pretty clean because he'd been working so hard during the week and had learned from his mistakes earlier. Cindi went back to sleep until around 11 then made a few phone calls to her co-workers and friends. John heard part of her part of the conversation as he was dusting:

…."Oh yes, he's starting to learn and is picking up the pace a bit too. Yes. Absolutely. He's graduated to the 2 ½ in red heels now. Yes. No, he hasn't been too much trouble especially with your device hooked to him like that (laughing). Right now he's cleaning the house a bit more and will start cooking shortly. He must be done by 3 so he'll have plenty of time to get ready. I've got a little surprise for our little tramp as part of his continuing transformation…"

Once John heard that, he just couldn't listen any more. Tears were beginning to well up in his eyes and knew he had too much work to do just to be standing around anyway. He went down to the kitchen and noticed a note on the counter explaining in detail what to fix – hors 'douvers mostly. It didn't look too bad or too difficult. He'd been to plenty of parties when he was in charge and knew what everything should look like and where everything went. By 3 pm, he was done and went upstairs to get Cindi.

"Ms Baxter…I'm finished down here. Would you like to see?"

Cindi came down still in her nightgown, yawning and rubbing her eyes. "Well, doesn't everything look nice." She tried a few of the tid-bits and smiled. John knew he'd done a good job and that everything was ready for the party at 5.

Cindi directed him to go and start to get ready. "I wanted you to get everything done by 3 because I knew it would take you a while to get ready. I have something special in store for you this time my dear…something I think you'll really like…and so will our guests. First, you must shower completely and get pristinely clean. You'll notice several creams and razors in your shower. While you're showing, spread the D-cream all over your body and then shave every inch of your body except the hair on your head – that won't matter anyway. Once you're done, lotion your entire skin and then put on your new red robe in your closet. Come upstairs and help me get ready when you're finished. Understand?"

Cindi then pushed a small button on her wrist bracelet and John's red shoes unlocked.

"This time you must be able to remove your stockings and your shoes to fully shave." She said. Cindi turned away immediately and headed back upstairs not letting John even get a word in to start to complain or ask questions. He did as instructed and went to the shower.

The mixture of the strange cream and razors burned this skin a bit, but that sensation soon went away as did his body hair – right down the drain. When he stepped out of the shower, he looked somewhat like a scared little shivering Chihuahua. He was completely hairless and was down in weight to only about 140 lbs…not much more than Cindi. He began putting lotion all over himself and noticed how much nicer his skin was afterward – smooth and soft. On went the red robe. The satin felt wonderful on his skin. He went upstairs and knocked on Cindi's door.

"Ms. Baxter…I'm done. I'm here to help you get ready."

"Excellent," Cindi said. "Don't you look cute in your new robe. Feels good doesn't it? How do I look so far?"

Cindi was absolutely stunning. She was wearing a black corset with garters and stockings. 4 inch high heels were on her feet and her hair and make up were absolutely perfect. Cindi spun around to show off her look and to get John's approval (not that she needed it).

"You look spectacular Ms Baxter."

Thank you John. Now, bring me that black dress hanging there and help he step into it. The dress was a floor length silk dress with a long slit up the side exposing Cindi's flawless black stockinged legs.

"Aren't you going to put on a bra Ms. Baxter?" John asked.

"No, not for this occasion dear. It'll only be for a short time so I don't really need one…plus the fact I'm lowering the temperature in the house to show off my nipples. I'm hoping to attract a 'friend' tonight that I've been aiming to catch. Get right up behind me dear…closer…closer…I want your body against mine…touching me. Now take your hands and cup my breasts. That's it. How do they feel John? Firm?"

"Yes, Ms, Baxter!"

John couldn't believe what was happening to him. He was standing right behind this beautiful woman cupping her tits all the while he was wearing a red satin robe, stockings, corset and high heels. It was giving him a tremendous hard on and Cindi knew it…and felt it.

Cindi said to him, "I can tell you like this John…I can feel you. But we have bigger fish to fry tonight dear. Thank you for helping me get dressed, now go get dressed yourself. I want you in that black tux with the red bow tie. I'll be down in a minute to help you with your 'accessories.'

John didn't know what she meant by accessories, but knew he better get down there quick and start to change. A few minutes went by and John had on all the afore mentioned items (except the robe) and had put on some silk panties and the trousers. Cindi came down stairs with a large box.

"Good, you've started to change. Here's the surprise I have for you dear. Tonight, you will wear this." As she pulled out a long, sandy-blonde wig. "Tonight John, you enter a new phase…with my help of course. Sit down at this chair and look into the mirror."

Cindi put the box on the table and John saw all the make-up bottles, and other feminine care and beauty products in the box. It was now almost 4:15 and John began to shake.

"But…but…but Ms. Baxter, why do you want me to wear a wig and all this make up. I'm not a woman."

Cindi revealed the Baltraynor key fob and gestured like she was about the push the button.

John tensed up immediately. "Oh God no…please don't do that…I promise not to say anything else. If you want me to be a woman tonight, I'll…I'll be a woman…just please show me how…and please don't hit that button again. I can't take that any more."

"Very good John. That's the kind of respect I expect from you tonight and… well, let's get started shall we."

Cindi began applying the foundation and showed John how to do it. John continued what she started. Cindi then began applying the rouge, eye liner and lash enhancer and then brushed on the eye lid makeup. She removed the red nail polish and showed John how to apply it. John finished the job. Cindi then put on the blonde wig and then revealed the clip-on earrings and applied them to his ears.

"Ouch. Those hurt a little," John said.

"Get used to it dear. We do a lot of things that are painful…but lovely. Oh no! I just noticed something. Your toes are not polished! We can't have that. Come on, take the trousers off and your stockings. I'll unlock your shoes so you can. It'll take at least 15 minutes for that polish to dry too which puts you right at 5 pm mark. Hurry!" Cindi turned and left the room.

John stripped down again and began applying the polish to his toe nails. He was frightened he wouldn't get done before 5 and be punished.

Cindi came back down at five minutes 'til the hour and John had already completed the polishing and was putting on his stockings and then the tux jacket.

"Well aren't you just adorable. That red tie really sets off your blonde hair and those shoes and nails match perfectly," Cindi proclaimed. "How do I look?"

"Perfect Ms. Baxter," John said.

"Excellent. Now get ready to open the door for my guests Johanna. You are to greet them at the door respectfully and when you're not greeting, you are to bring around the drinks and the hors' douvers and ensure the guests are well entertained. Understand?"

"Yes, Ms. Baxter, but why did you call me Johanna? My name is John."

"Not tonight dear. Nobody who wears make up, earrings, heels, stockings and a wig is named John. How silly would that be? Now, get to your post Johanna – move."

John, now Johanna, slumped away toward the door.

"Hold your head up Johanna. Don't slouch!" Cindi said as she spanked him on the ass as he passed her.

"Yes Ms Baxter. Johanna said.

Johanna answered the door all night. Cindi's guests consisted of the ladies at work and some of her closest friends – mostly women. Johanna recognized most of them, but there was a few he didn't know. He served drinks and finger foods all night. Virtually all the guests addressed him as Johanna and treated him well. His feet were killing him.

Johanna noticed Cindi concentrating most of her effort on this one very attractive lady in a beautiful blue evening dress. They talked for quite a while and then they went upstairs and Johanna didn't see them again until nearly 10 pm. Johanna, being the good hostess though, continued going around the room and serving the guests whatever they wanted.

Around 11 pm, the last guest left and everyone seemed to have had a good time.

"Thank you for all your hard work Johanna. You looked pretty and acted very professional. I'm proud of you," Cindi said reassuringly.

"Do you think any of your guests knew it was me?"

"Noooooooo. How could they have?" she said with a wry smile. I'm exhausted and am going to bed. Make sure you clean up the house. I'm going to sleep late in the morning so don't disturb me.

Johanna went about his chores and had everything completed around 2 am and went to bed. His shoes were still locked to his feet therefore so were his stockings, so he just changed into one of his long silk nightgowns and was asleep by the time his head hit the pillow.

The next week was basically work and business as usual. Johanna continued to lose weight, but his calves were becoming quite tone and defined due to all the walking around in those high heels. He also noticed that his chest had gotten bigger, but it really didn't look like the muscle that body builders get. His hair continued to grow and his features softened even more. Cindi's work regiment had him trained very well. He'd show up bright and early and have the office looking perfect with the coffee already made. The other girls would show up and 'work' until around 3 or 4 if they felt like it and then leave. Johanna would stay until at least 9 pm making sure the place was ready and all the tasks accomplished.

On Saturday, Cindi said she had a surprise but first wondered if Johanna would join her in a drink. It was the middle of the day and he had quite a bit of things to do, but Johanna said: "Certainly Ms. Baxter."

"Here you are Johanna. I hope you enjoy it" Cindi replied.

Johanna and Cindi talked for a few minutes and then Johanna started to feel a little funny. "Oh my, this is strong. It's obviously been a while since I've had a drink and it's going straight to my head." Johanna said as her words started to slur. "It feels like the room is spinning…whew, I feel drunk." Several more minutes went by and Johanna slumped back in his chair and closed his eyes.

Cindi picked up the phone after lightly tapping Johanna on the cheek, dialed a number and said: "OK, she's out, come on."

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