Pandora's Box
by: Paula Mortenson

 

Young Peter Robson took my eye as soon as he came to the `Store`. My task as assistant manager was to interview him and then help him complete the mass of paperwork required of a new employee. He was slim, not too tall about my height and looked and, more importantly to me, smelled clean. Ideal material to be any woman's toy boy particularly if, like me, she was mid thirties, twice divorced and currently in the process of getting rid of an uncooperative boyfriend. Not that he was uncooperative about leaving, he didn't even know he wasn't required any more. It was just he couldn't fulfil my little fantasies. But more of that later.

Peter had very definite possibilities but I've always been very careful about office relationships. After all he was only just 21 and still lived at home with his parents. They might have proved a little difficult if he had started spending his time with me, especially as my requirements of boys are so very definite. Well, I like not so much a toy boy as a doll, to dress and to do with as I please. I saw he had noticed me. Young men always do and he coloured up once or twice when I caught him staring at my legs or low cut blouse. Mind you, it is nice to see that you've got the reaction you want. I find men’s embarrassment so enjoyable. Yes, he was very promising but equally it was all so very frustrating. More than once I found my knickers getting quite damp just imagining what I could do with him.

At work he did well. He learned quickly and got on with everyone. That he was masculine there was no doubt but there was none of the brashness that seemed to afflict other young men. I watched him from afar, with the odd pang of jealousy, as he flirted with the girls of his own age. From the gossip in the Ladies it was apparent he had created something of a stir amongst all the females but he never asked anyone for a date.

We run an employee of the month award and as soon as he was eligible he began to win regularly. The manager takes very little interest in these things so it was down to me.. We give vouchers that can be spent in a catalogue and each month I had the chance to flick through it with him. Just to see whether he had any particular interests.

 

 

Peter

I had been disappointed when my examination results had meant I had to leave university but I was lucky enough to get an assistants job at the local `Store`. They're a big group who have branches all over the country. I was promised, if I did well, that I could transfer on to the management training scheme. Ms Charnock interviewed me and offered me the position there and then. She was ice cool and a bit snooty but she had the figure and looks of a model or a film star. There wasn't an ounce of surplus flesh on her, except where it matters for a woman and she always dressed so sexily. Her low cut blouses brazenly flaunted her body but if she caught you looking you got that icy stare. I coloured up under those hypnotic eyes more than once.

The manager rarely came out of his office and left Ms Charnock to run everything. I was told she had her eye on me but I never dreamed my boyish fantasies would be fulfilled as I admired her from afar. It became embarrassing when I began to win the employee of the month award regularly. Each month Ms Charnock would invite me to her office to present me with my prize and casually flick through the catalogue to enquire what I was saving for. It was strange but it always seemed to fall open at the ladies` underwear section.

On what turned out to be my last day at the branch I was called to her office. It was a Friday afternoon and after she had perched on the edge of her desk crossing her legs right in front of my face she confided she was leaving. Apparently another branch, in the far north of England was in a terrible mess and she was being promoted to sort it out. As she described how she was going to deal with her predecessor my thoughts strayed to what it might be like to be told off by her. My eyes could not free themselves from her stockinged legs and with the exotic aroma of her ultra feminine perfume assailing my senses I found myself drifting off into erotic daydreams. There was a silence as I suddenly realised she was expecting me to answer a question that I hadn't heard.

 

Selina Charnock

It was my lucky day! Promotion combined with a chance to really shine and the opportunity to get young Peter all to myself. Fortunately, when Head Office had rung to ask me to take over in Leeds I had the wit to request that Peter came with me, as my assistant. They jumped at it, after all a trainee was less expensive than a proper manager. Not only had I got Peter to myself but I’d also managed to cut costs. I was annoyed when he didn't accept my offer immediately. He just looked at me blankly. After I had repeated myself he blushed saying he had to talk it over with his parents. Well, we soon got over that problem after I went to see them at home that evening. I think Peter was surprised to see me dressed so plainly and with only a hint of makeup but I didn't want to give them the wrong idea. After all, this was a chance for their son to make something of himself. I had to promise to look after him. You couldn't have stopped me!

It was all organised so quickly that by 9 o'clock on Sunday morning I was outside Peters house to pick him up for the long journey to Leeds. I had made sure I was wearing a long coat. I didn't want his mother to see my short leather skirt and flimsy transparent blouse nor to see I wore no bra. The intervening 36 hours dragged interminably as I had fantasised and then planned every detail of my campaign. I had been hardly able to contain my excitement as I had filled Saturday by shopping for a few special items just for him and carefully packing for myself.

The journey was long but uneventful. I could sense Peters increasing tension as we travelled through the day, particularly after I had been able to do my makeup properly and had dabbed perfume in appropriate places. By the time we arrived at the hotel that was to be our home for the coming weeks I was certain he would share my bed. Though it was tempting I decided that we should nominally have separate rooms so a flat was a priority but I was still concerned about his parents` influence and for the early weeks it was necessary to control his telephone calls. Since I was his boss, I simply told the company wouldn't pay for them but he could use the phone in my room with me listening.

During that first week he had the full benefit of my experience and I must say he was a quick learner, both at work and in my bedroom. His body was beautifully slim almost hairless. Ideal for my needs. The added bonus was he was so desperate to please. He agreed to my every suggestion with an eager willingness. His eagerness and inexperience showed that first night but who am I to refuse such an opportunity? It wasn't until the third time he lasted long enough to give me some satisfaction and his gratitude for my patience and understanding led him to be bathed in delicately perfumed oils I had bought especially for the occasion. As I dried his compliant body he smelled almost pretty and he definitely looked pretty when with very little persuasion he slipped on the baby doll nightie I had so carefully selected for him. Of course he received a special reward for his co-operation but that first step towards femininity is so difficult. His innocence, youth and devotion to me raised my hopes that I might have found the perfect companion.

I insisted we had adjoining rooms so it was easy for him to slip to and from my room. It became a little more difficult for him later in the week after I had insisted he didn't bring anything masculine with him. There was no protest as I explained my fear of a cleaner discovering something of his in my room. From then on he scurried from his room to mine wrapped in a bathrobe concealing frilly undies. By Friday of that first week he wore stockings, suspenders and pretty knickers beneath his business suit not to mention a dab of my perfume behind his ear. For me it was a dream but I knew I had only two weeks before he was due to visit his parents and I needed far greater control of him before then.

 

Peter

This was my big chance. To get onto the management scheme was a big step and leaving home wasn't such a bind. I had spent two years at university. Ms Charnock was so helpful, putting my mothers mind at rest. It was strange to see her dressed so plainly and it was only then I began to wonder about her interest in me.

The journey to Leeds was incredible. She arrived at my home wearing a long trench coat and no makeup. After a stop, at the first service station, the Ms Charnock I knew reappeared, only now her nipples stared at me through her sheer blouse.

If there had been any doubts about her intentions before, now there were none. I had no idea what to say or do. Not that there's much you can do while you're travelling at eighty on the motorway. Her every remark was loaded with invitation and suggestion. Her eyes played over the very apparent bulge in my trousers and there were comments about me being a big boy, now. By the time we arrived at the hotel it was all settled. I was expected at her door ten minutes after we retired to bed. It would be open. And it was.

Though I never told her, I hadn't ever before if you see what I mean. It and her were fantastic. She was so understanding when I came too quickly the first time and she patiently tutored me in her precise needs. Then during that week we began to experiment. It was fun and she did the things I particularly enjoyed, after. The bath oils were odd but, as she said, if I liked her perfume, why shouldn't I have her with me all the time? It was the same with the baby doll nightie. She had worn one herself that first night and the effect was incredibly sexy. So when she produced one for me to wear I was only returning the compliment. After that we both wore nighties. If you've never worn one I can assure you that you have definitely missed out. The delightful caress of the silky material is so much sexier than boring male clothes. On Monday morning she suggested I wore a pair of her silky knickers instead of my plain Y fronts. They made it an exciting day for me, in every way.

We strolled into the branch at ten, that first morning. It was apparent the place was a shambles. The displays were unexciting and the staff lolled about, uninterested, ignoring us. I wore my best suit revelling in the caress of my unfamiliar underwear. Ms Charnock snapped at the nearest assistant and allowed her trench coat to fall open. The effect was electrifying. The women blushed, not daring to look and the men fell over each other in an effort to help but never taking their eyes off that all revealing sheer blouse. She was in full man killer mode and I began to appreciate how she used her body to exert control over everyone around her. Her personality was so dominating and I was hypnotised into a boundless devotion as I felt the full power of her witchcraft. A drooling, grinning male ushered us into the manager’s office, where a harassed male was already sweating under the chilling gaze of another cold-eyed female.

I had heard rumours about the group personnel director that described her as being devoid of all humanity. I stared open mouthed at her. She and Ms Charnock were like two peas from a pod, though Miss Jane Hilton was plainly dressed. If I hadn't seen Ms Charnock at my parents` that night then I doubt I would have seen the likeness. Miss Hilton spoke in a cold businesslike tone, "You will clear your desk in the presence of Ms Charnock and hand over your keys and computer codes to her. I will see you in twenty minutes, next door. Understood?" With that, she marched out.

If the manager thought he had a twenty minute respite, he was mistaken. Ms Charnock stared at him, hands on hips, her breasts pointing accusingly at him. "Well? What are you waiting for? You heard what Miss Hilton said. I presume you do want a reference?" The poor man was dumb struck and I felt some sympathy for him though later I found out he was not only incompetent but had had his fingers in the till, as well. He could not raise his eyes to face his successor as her look and whole body challenged him. I was relieved when Ms Charnock brusquely instructed me to get some order into the shop floor.

I was glad to get away. Talking to the attentive staff later I saw the former manager escorted from the premises by Miss Hilton. The staff were too terrified not to obey my every instruction. As a trainee I had no official position but as Ms Charnock`s assistant I ran the sales floor that week though others were senior to me. By the end of the week, everything ran smoothly. The staff was good it was just that had had no direction from above. They certainly had that now.

The office paperwork was a far bigger problem and the following week I moved into the office to help Selina. Now we were never apart. Not meeting customers was a disappointment but people were beginning to notice the perfume I wore constantly. It also meant I didn't use the menus toilets that was just as well since we now wore matching underwear.

Despite those minor embarrassments, I felt great. I was earning good money, getting on in my career and getting plenty of `nooky`. What else could a young man ask for? So, I was wearing frilly, feminine underwear and perfume and sleeping in a pretty nightie. Selina was helping my career and broadening my experience. It was a small price to pay. My only fear was she might tire of me and so to keep her happy I fell in with her every suggestion.

I was delighted when she found a flat and invited me to share it with her. Life was perfect but I worried how I was going to tell my parents. Even that fell right. My father rang one day to say he, too, had been offered a job with the `Group`. He had been out of work for several months and he had jumped at the chance, even though it was in Japan. He and my mother were due to leave the following week so Selina drove me down to Heathrow to see them off. She was fantastic with my parents, settling my mother’s fears by promising to look after me. We moved into the flat the next day.

The flat was beautiful, decorated in soft pastel shades and Selina had already furnished it with everything a girl could desire. Immediately we had our first row. What a row it was! We didn't speak for the entire weekend and finally, when I couldn't bear it any longer and desperate to appease her, I sneaked off to borrow her prettiest negligee set, doused myself in her best perfume and brushed my hair into the style she liked. Hesitantly I slunk into the lounge petrified she wouldn't forgive me. I was so unhappy that I was prepared to go to any lengths to make peace with her. I waited breathlessly as she turned slowly towards me. My heart leapt with a tingle of joy as she smiled and gently stroked my hair. Her eyes locked with mine as they seemed to devour me and within moments, I was held safely in her arms. What followed was a whirl of pleasure, apologies and promises such things would never happen again. We declared undying devotion, pleading with each other to set forfeits as punishments for our stupidity and selfishness. From that moment Selina began to call me Pandora when she thought no one else was listening.

 

Selina

Everything fell perfectly into place. My little Pandora just enjoyed pleasing me and slavishly followed my every suggestion. When the flat came up I didn't say anything until I had brought my furniture up from London. Luck went my way again when his father applied for a job with the `Group` in the Far East. Of course, as group personnel director, Jane my sister had to interview him and made the connection with my young assistant in Tyne castle. She arranged for the whole family to go immediately. Peter seeing Jane and I together the day we had started at Leeds had been a bad moment. No one had ever realised we were sisters or even twin sisters. Its one of the advantages of having been married twice. I've had three different surnames, quite legitimately. Her price for appointing and posting Mr Robson was to meet Pandora as soon as she was ready. I knew she wouldn't be able to keep her hands to herself, she never could, even with me but the prospect of the three of us together was intriguing and promised exciting times ahead.

I had given some thought to the next step forwards. Jane had suggested the big bust up tactic. I can’t remember what we argued about. It was unimportant but it devastated Peter. It made me realise just how much control I exerted over him already. He begged and pleaded for me to forgive him. There was no reason. I’d started the argument. I kept it going for two whole days, over an entire weekend. Unknown to him I’d arranged for us to have the Monday and Tuesday off. When he appeared looking so sweet in my pure white negligee and with his hair brushed to prettily frame his face I knew I had two days to make him accept his new role. It finally took three days and Peter has never reappeared. He progressed so much further than I had ever dreamed or fantasised.

As I stroked his face I realised how the bath oils had softened his skin and his hair was now ready for professional styling. With a touch of lipstick and a little fullness at the bosom, no one could guess Pandora was not all she seemed. His abject apologies were pitiful and he was so grateful when I rode his slim body far into the night.

Now that I was sure he was mine, it was time to introduce him to my silly game of lovers` forfeits. Without his realising, everything had changed, forever. He had ridden me for the last time for now he was my plaything. His next visit to the hairdressers would be to a very understanding salon that would cut and style his hair to my requirements and soon those ears would dangle with earrings I had already chosen.

In bed that night, we exchanged forfeits. His demands were so typically childlike. I was to do the housework one day, wearing no knickers. I pleaded to be set another and then yet another. As the list grew, I was careful not to ask anything of him. It drove him wild as I pretended not to be able to think of a forfeit for him. It was just the reaction I had wanted. I teasingly led him on, enticing him towards those reckless promises I knew he could not resist. Finally, his frustration got the better of him. Innocently he pleaded to be my slave to do with as I wished, for as long as I wanted.

The temptation to accept immediately was overwhelming but I had to be certain. I played the silly and embarrassed girl too shy to welcome his favours. He pleaded and demanded to be my slave. Well, I could hardly disappoint him, could I? Feigning shyness, I listed the terms of his bondage and watched his face go white as he learned his fate. I had to be certain of his absolute commitment so with trepidation I offered to release him from his promises. My mouth dried as he stared trustingly into my eyes for an age until with a wicked smile he lay back provocatively and invited me to ride my `little Pandora`, once again.

Now I had my own willing plaything to do with as I wished. What a dream!

 

Pandora

Though I hate rows, it was almost worth it for the fun of making up. The forfeits were a great idea but I think I encouraged Selina to go further with mine than she had really intended. It was interesting at first, learning about make up and how to put on a bra and tights properly. I didn't like the panty girdle but when Selina showed me the tiny kilt I was to wear, I was grateful for its snugness.

I worked harder at home than I ever had at the store. My forfeit finally became all the preparation required to enable Pandora to be Selina`s secretary for a couple of days. Selina went back to work but left me a list of tasks to complete each day. As I learned to my cost the price of not fulfilling her very exacting requirements to the letter was high. Before she returned to work she had tutored me in the use of cosmetics and the like. We spent hours in front of a mirror trying out different shades and styles and gradually I began to understand what suited me.

Selina became ever more demanding and stricter when I didn't complete my set tasks to her complete satisfaction. My punishment was always the same. My time as Pandora was extended. I was determined not to let her down and I was grateful for the extra practice but finally my time as her secretary was to be a whole week with three weeks of practice at home.

Her demands on my body became more brutal but I could not bring myself to defy her, in any way. I had become her doll, to dress and to do with as she determined. I now slept alone but I trembled in fear into the early hours dreading but equally longing for her nocturnal visitations. Typically she would slip into my bed just as I was on the verge of sleep. Within minutes she would be astride me and as she reached her screaming climax her flame red nails would tear into my chest. On a fateful Friday morning Selina visited me early. Her mood and demands of me were gentler than of late and she sought my co-operation rather than expected it. As she gazed down at me, her eyes still dreamy from the satisfaction she had not long reached, she explained she had taken a day off work to help with the final preparations for my week as her secretary, which was to start the following Monday.

The silicon breasts were a revelation. Their gentle bounce as I walked gave a perfection to my developing femininity. She insisted I use the spirit gum to keep them in position. As they warmed to my body temperature I became aware of a constant cupping and sucking at my nipples. The sensation was disconcerting and it brought a flush to my cheeks. Of course, Selina wheedled the reason for my discomfort out of me. It wasn't long before she discovered a way to reduce me to weak-kneed helplessness. As she kneaded at my breasts I longed for her nails and teeth to nip and caress my nipples. Her attentions became more frenzied as I swooned under her twin assault. For the first time I begged her to mount me and claw at me with those fire red talons.

As I returned from my bath I found a new outfit laid out for me on my bed. I dressed, quite excited by the new clothes. Selina watched silently over me as I applied makeup and readied myself. I presumed this was to be my first test, outside, as Pandora but it was a shock to discover we were on our way to the hairdressers. My only experience of such places was the male barbers. In and out in less than an hour but this was to be different. We both had appointments and we were there for the entire day. It was bewildering as an obviously gay hairdresser brushed his fingers this way and that through my now shoulder length hair as he discussed with Selina what was to be done. My hair was washed repeatedly. First shampooed, then with foul smelling chemicals and then yet once more. I seemed to spend the entire day with my head in a basin or in curlers or a drier but I was never allowed an opportunity to catch sight of myself. Before Robyn, the stylist, returned to put the finishing touches to my hair a beautician appeared to rub oils and creams into me, redo my nails, pluck eyebrows and generally ensure all was perfection.

It was only as Robyn fussed over me I was permitted to meet the product of the day's efforts. Selina snapped at me to stop cowering in my chair as Robyn fluffed my hair, constantly complimenting me and drawing his hands just a little too intimately over my bare neck. As I stared at the picture of femininity gawking back at me from the mirror I swore to do anything Selina asked of me, in case she gave me to the hairdresser. There was no doubt, he suspected what I was and that he lusted after more intimate parts than he caressed.

 

Selina Charnock

My little Pandora is a real treasure. Now I have complete control over her and the way her eyes pleaded with me not daring defiance is absolute heaven. Now she is putty in my hands and the final stage is practically complete, far quicker than I had ever hoped. She has even stopped thinking for herself, asking my advice about nearly everything. Our sex is heading for perfection, too. The night we made up after the row I knew I could indulge myself but she loved it and came back for more. To ride her and treat her like a slut and without so much as a word of protest was heavenly. Mind you, I thought I had gone too far the first night I visited her bedroom. It was so frustrating her having no breasts to work on and I lost control, ripping at his chest with my nails. It took days for the scratches to heal but there was never a word of complaint.

Those silicon breasts were a revelation. As she walked about they gripped and sucked at her nipples. I thought there was something wrong as she fell into a trance. The effect must be like those suction cups Jane and I used on each other, that summer so many years ago. If it is, then it was little wonder she pleaded with me to have her there and then that Friday morning. Dare I take her a stage further? Could I persuade her to have permanent inserts? If I keep on at this rate, then there's surely a chance.

Pandora entranced Robyn, the hairdresser. Of course, he knows what's underneath her clothing. It excites him. It might be a useful threat if she doesn't co-operate. I’d have to be careful, I certainly wouldn't want anyone that old pansy had used. There are quite a few rumours about him. They reckon he has been more than indiscriminate with his favours over the years and that he has very peculiar tastes. No one wants his cast-offs. Definitely a very real lever with my Pandora, I saw the terror in her eyes as he stroked her neck. Mind you, I think I would be worried in her position.

It was strange when we came away from the salon Pandora seemed different again. Even more dependent on me, even more girlish as if she's not only resigned herself to her fate but that in some way she relishes it. That night she was totally irresistible. Hardly were we inside the front door before her little girl lost look and tiny skirt pleaded attention from me. I had hardly run my hand over her shoulder and cupped her when she turned to kiss me. The gorgeous little hussy. She opened her mouth and sucked my tongue into her before I could even draw breath. But as I ripped off her knickers to ride her, the male parts wouldn't work. The first time he wasn't hard before he came and the second and third times there may as well have been nothing there. The willingness was there but not to perform as a male. She'd gone so far so quickly. I had worried about introducing my special way but there was not a word of protest. As I finally came, I noticed for the first time that night he was rock hard. I have finally got my own doll, to do with exactly what I want.

One final task tomorrow morning is to pack Peters clothes away. I wonder how long it will be before he notices he's become Pandora for as long as I decide.

 

Pandora

During the drive back to our flat Selina hummed happily to herself and I sat silently in shock, reflecting on what had happened. Robyn had petrified me. His hands stroking at my bare neck, his compliments and teasing remarks had shown his unmistakable interest in my body. Selina had encouraged him by telling me not to be silly but there was a difference between what I was prepared to suffer in my devotion to Selina and subjecting myself to what Robyn might expect. My emotions were in a whirl. Surely my beloved Selina only wanted me for herself?

As we stepped into the flat my whole body quivered as Selina`s hand caressed my shoulder. I had to be certain she still wanted me. That was all I desired. As her fingers sent a shiver through me, I turned to kiss her. Desperate to show my devotion I was now ready to fulfil her every whim. As we kissed it seemed natural to part my lips. In our early lovemaking she had always loved the mastery of my insistent tongue thrust deep between her lips. Now I, in turn, yearned to submit to her mastery. I thrilled to her searching tongue my knees buckling as it thrust deep into my throat. Her hands, mouth and whole body overcame me as I became her willing plaything. My knickers slid to the floor under the assault.

Gradually lowering me to the floor she demanded ever more from me. Much as I was desperate to give myself to her, my manhood would not co-operate. I longed for her to dominate and possess my body but our needs conflicted. As she knelt astride me thrusting demandingly at my thighs my manhood failed miserably. I was in tears, begging her to forgive me, beseeching her to take her satisfaction in any way she could. I cowered beneath her frustrated anger as she battled at my inadequate masculinity for her climax.

Looking pityingly down at me, she asked, "You'll do anything to please me? " Such was my desperation at that moment if she had told me to give myself to Robyn, I would have done so and willingly. I was enslaved by her and her satisfaction was more important than my life.

A smile played across her lips as she rose and beckoned me to the inner sanctum of her bedroom. I followed in abject misery, ashamed by my failures. The covers on the bed had already been drawn back and I was disdainfully waved over to it while my mistress searched in a drawer. My blouse was ripped and the tiny skirt hardly covered my disgraced manhood as I cowered uncertainly awaiting my fate.

The instrument of what I now know was not to be my final degradation puzzled me as it was lovingly held aloft.

" Meet our new playmate. " Selina huskily whispered. I was not sure whether she was talking to me or the shiny black double-headed dildo she caressed. One head was massive, almost as thick as my wrist, the other slimmer. They were connected by a bendy sheath allowing them to stand side by side or end to end. Selina approached my paralysed body to arrange my limbs. Like a doll I was rolled on my side and my legs parted as though taking a step. I lay, not daring to breathe, as she fussed herself into position. My fear and disgrace froze me into unresisting subservience as she dabbed a soothing cream into my bum and gently, almost tenderly, eased home the smaller phallus. A leg came into view as she shuffled herself towards me from beneath my feet. Now we lay like two interlocking V`s. As she gently rocked the other head into herself, I felt her hand reaching between our legs to the bendy sheath and a throbbing began deep inside me. It was in her, too. I heard deep animal cries of lust as she bucked to the vibrations, her movements thrusting my dildo deeper as my shame fought a losing battle with the ecstasy rising within me.

As the throbbing heads drove us into a frenzied desperation all thought of shame and degradation was cast away. With one mind we edged our bodies to claw brutally at the other's breasts. The exquisite pain and pleasure mixed as we tore frenziedly, finally screaming to a mind blowing mutual fulfilment.

What had happened frightened and puzzled me as I lay alone in my bed, sobbing into the early hours of the morning. Selina had stripped away my masculinity and reduced me to a simpering sex toy to be used as she wanted but I had revelled in my enslavement and I had reacted as a girl and worse judging by my rock hardness as we had climaxed. Was my future to be her plaything? Perhaps to be lent to Robyn ? I now understood I could not refuse her if she asked. I was putty in her hands. I had no power to resist her every whim. Her control of me was absolute.

I knew I had to get away. Yet there was nowhere for me to go. I was in a strange town with no money and no clothes. Yes, I had Pandora's clothes but where could I go as Pandora? The pretty clothes were the sign of her domination. Wearing them I could never escape her. If I was to get away my only chance was as Peter. But my clothes were missing.

Saturday was torture. I was set one task after another all reinforcing her hold on me. As a treat I was taken shopping but only to buy Pandora extra things for her secretarial duties and a flimsy shift that brought a wicked glint to Selina`s eyes.

The day passed with no mention of the events of the previous night but as evening approached Selina became restless and agitated. Finally that commanding voice irresistibly invited to share her bed. Before I had a moment to think I found myself attired only in the flimsy shift waiting for her to reappear from her bathroom. Undoubtedly I was to be the playmate of Selina and the double headed dildo. I had no say. Disturbingly I discovered my body longing to be possessed and my submission to her demands was both willing and mutually pleasurable. As I lay awake through the night I knew I had to escape my servitude. If I didn't get away now I would never escape and where would it end?

During my visits to her room I had noticed a trunk she kept hidden in a wardrobe. Fancifully I imagined and hoped my male clothes that had mysteriously disappeared were secreted within it. My chance would come on Sunday when she went to the office. I yearned to discover my rough male clothes and those boring `Y` fronts and so gain my freedom.

Sunday morning was hell, it was as though she had read my mind or perhaps she was ensuring I was so completely subjugated I could never think of escaping. She bullied and harried me incessantly, demanding breakfast in bed, demanding an impromptu striptease and then brutally possessing me. My chance came after Sunday lunch prepared by me to her precise instructions. As I washed up she came into the kitchen, scraped her teeth alluringly across my neck and whispered she had to pop out for a couple of hours. After watching her drive away I scurried hopefully to her room. My hopes were dashed by the contents of the box.

There were clothes. But not mine. Tears of anguish poured down my cheeks as I tore at the strangely erotic mixture of leather, satin and silk hidden there. I stared uncomprehendingly at the piles of pictures and magazines. Only as I examined the photographs more closely did I curse my blind innocence. I flicked through two wedding albums, with a difference. Conventional poses of bride and groom to begin but then pictures of figures in female attire, one of who seemed to be the husband of the earlier pictures. Each time the bride had been Selina, younger but unmistakable. In later pictures she appeared as a fearsome mistress clad in the very clothes I had so recently discovered.

As I glanced through the magazines and diaries I began to understand how I had been ensnared into my current predicament. The diaries described in graphic detail how two husbands and several other men had, to varying degrees, been manipulated to fulfil her fantasies. I was the first though to be so utterly dominated by her. I felt so shamed and helpless I simply sat and wept. Freedom seemed unattainable. She would find me, wherever I went and bring me back to the web she had spun around me.

 

Any defiance left me as I began to read through her latest diaries, describing her earliest plans for me. As each stage was successfully accomplished her conceit grew and as I read on an anger grew within me. I would go down fighting. One last act of defiance, at whatever cost, before I resigned myself to a life as her feminised plaything.

 

Selina Charnock

Driving to work that fateful Sunday I was in seventh heaven. After so many failures I had succeeded with Pandora beyond my wildest expectations. My thoughts raced. Could I dare hope my dream had finally come alive. To have my own permanently feminised doll, to do with as I wanted? I had never succeeded so completely before. A few more weeks and Peter would have totally disappeared. This morning I had sensed no resistance and indeed a willing co-operation with my playmate and me. I felt the dampness rising in my knickers as I relived her compliance in fulfilling my needs this morning. I promised myself to introduce Pandora to her mistress, in all her glory, tonight.

Jane, my sister sat waiting for me, in my office. Just because she's twenty minutes older than me makes her think she can boss me around. She wanted to know all about Peter, why I had authorised compassionate leave for him and for so long. I knew that wasn't the real reason. Ever since she had seen him, that first time, she had longed to get her hands on him. She could never keep her hands off anyone she took a fancy to. We're just the same, really. Those last two years before we left home I don't think a single day went by without one of us grabbing the other to expertly slip a finger somewhere excitingly private. It always ended up with us panting to our climaxes together. The summer we discovered those little rubber cups that sucked so tantalisingly at our nipples was when we found the true nature of our sexual tastes. Gradually we discovered a need to possess and subjugate others for our own pleasure. But to achieve true fulfilment I needed to transport my lovers to the far end of the gender spectrum. Man or woman, it didn't matter which, once they were in the perplexing state between the sexes learning and experiencing new sensations they were putty in my hands. Confused by the depths of self disgust and the heights of ecstasy the only certainty in their life was their mistress and they were only too happy to subjugate themselves to me totally. I dared hope Pandora might become the first of a string of lifelong serfs in my personal harem.

I could not disguise my excitement over Pandora as I recounted the events of recent weeks. Jane heard the boastfulness in my voice and saw the rising ecstasy in my eyes as I described my new playmate in explicit terms. I knew she would want him, too. But sisters always share, don't they? My vivid description brought an aching frustration to my body but even her skilful fingers couldn't match the heights I had reached that morning. As I returned the favour, watching her eyes glaze over, I imagined the three of us together. There was no time to waste. I dashed recklessly through the remainder of my work and invited Jane home for an interesting evening.

 

Pandora

A chill went through me as I heard the key at the door. I took a deep breath and glanced at myself in the mirror, half scaring myself to death. My scarlet lips matched my nails exactly. My hair was perfection. Earrings dangled seductively above a black transparent blouse tantalisingly disclosing a black leather half cup bra, beneath. My eyes shone out between heavily mascara`d lashes. My hands gripped a whip nervously tapping against thigh high boots that stopped short of shiny leather hot pants. I had studied the photographs to recreate the fearful mistress portrayed in them as exactly as my inexperience would allow.

I was surprised to see Selina accompanied by her sister and my nerve almost broke. They stopped dead, their mouths gaping open. The unexpected silence gave me the courage to crack the whip across a chair. Now I saw uncertainty and perhaps a little fear in their eyes.

Taking my chance I screamed for them to supplicate themselves before me. It was pure bravado on my part but down they went. Having come so far I had to keep on. Outrageously I demanded why they had not dropped to their knees the second they had entered. Only abject apologies and pleas for forgiveness were forthcoming but intriguingly they implored me to punish their indiscretions. This took me aback. I had expected only to briefly shock them and then return meekly to my submissiveness. They were submitting to me! Gradually I came to understand they wanted to be used as I had been by Selina. They enjoyed their spanking, they revelled in degrading each other before me and they came back for more. As I instructed them to await my pleasure, cowering on the bed that had so recently seem my own capitulation I was exhilarated by what was to come.

Enjoyment is not an adequate description for what happened that afternoon. I was exulted, tingling with anticipation. Now they would learn who was mistress. My mouth watered at the prospect of instructing them precisely how to service me. The tight shiny leather of my hot pants gripped erotically at my expanding manhood. There was a triple contradiction in my desires. I longed to dominate my former tormentors. I lusted to impale and in turn be serviced by one of them but equally I ached to be used as Pandora, to experience powerful hips battering me into submission. The conflicts of my inner desires caused me no concern as I strode with increasing confidence to meet my destiny, worrying only which role each female was to fulfil.

How I ever struggled though my first day as Selina`s secretary I will never know. I was too exhausted to take any notice of the strange looks from the staff. I wonder now whether they recognised Peter or whether they noticed Selina uncharacteristically fawning over her new secretary. They just accept Pandora now. There are few amongst them who even remember Peter, the shy young trainee. In the office Selina continues to be my boss but regularly I summon her to the executive loo, we share, to perform some menial task for me. More than once she's reappeared quite flustered after spending the entire lunch hour servicing my special needs. Some afternoons I even allow her to keep her knickers on.

At home we're quite a threesome at weekends. Selina is grateful when Jane arrives on Friday nights. I think she finds my demands so exhausting during the week. Of course we're democratic about the housework and shopping, just as three sisters should be but when I decide it's time to put my foot down, there's no argument.

Revenge is sweet but I don't think I could live without them.

 

Selina Charnock

We adore our Mistress Pandora. The transition from Peter to Pandora to Mistress was so incredibly quick. I am proud to have been instrumental in releasing her inner power, so very different from the wimpy Peter. The delicious uncertainty of my existence is so exhilarating and so exhausting. I have no idea what she will demand of me at any time of the day or night.

Mistress Pandora has become the rock of our lives. We depend on her. So her little tasks and requests can be unusual and often come at embarrassing moments. It is a small price to pay for being noticed and cared for by her. We are so lucky to have such an unusual mistress. One who is prepared to allow her body to be used by us as well as being so demanding with that rock hard manhood.

Jane and I were dismissed to the spare room last night. We recalled with awe that first thrashing at her hands and the way she drove all three of us to an unforgettable and seemingly everlasting climax. Gone was the wimpish feminised male to be replaced by a leather clad Amazon. She has become everything to us. Brutal and gentle, compliant and demanding, sensitive and brutish but above all both male and female. Jane impaling and impaled with my double headed playmate as Pandora rode me with a manliness engorged to massive proportions. And there were none of the usual drawbacks of male flesh and blood. It remained hard far into the night, hammering us into submission.

We never know whether it's our mistress or master or both who will be dealing with us. She is such a complete lover. Our feminine wiles, honed by years devoted to the humiliation of males are lost on her. For she is truly both male and female. A true she devil. Our lives seeking total domination of males has prepared us for our complete submission to her. In one night our life force and determination were magically snatched from us and transferred to her. With a single glance she brings us under her spell and reduces us to total subservience.

My impertinence was the cause of our disgrace last night. Both Jane and I are frightened she might abandon us. So, as I tenderly caressed her breasts and Jane licked delicately at her engorged manhood, I asked what the future held for us. For my impertinence we were soundly thrashed as she calmly explained she could never release us from our servility. We are bound to her for life.

It was worth the pain to confirm she is as trapped by the contents of Pandora's Box as Jane and me.

 

Copyright
Paula Mortenson 2000

 

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