Lady Janice of Sterling

Lady Janice of Sterling
By RH Music

Posted with permission from RH Music

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PART III: My Fate is Sealed

Chapter 21: Back Home

"Jack asked me to give this to you."

I handed her the envelope. Janice and I were getting ready to go to
bed. I was already in my nightgown (pink babydoll tonight). It was a
brand new nightgown - Janie would often buy me a new one for special
occasions, or whenever she felt bad for pushing me too hard. It made me
look about 14 years old.

And although the details were still fuzzy in my head (why was that?),
apparently Janice had felt extraordinarily bad for her behavior, because she had treated me like a princess all night. She even did the dishes! And while she was doing the dishes, she insisted that I snuggle up on the couch in a comfy terry-cloth robe, sipping a hot-chocolate spiked with Bailey's while flipping through the pages of a Cosmopolitan magazine.

It's nice to make up after a fight.

... uh, if only I knew what we had been fighting about.

And now here we were, getting ready for bed.

Janice took the card and looked it over. "Jack asked you to give this
to me?" she asked, puzzled.

"Yes, why?"

"Well... It's just..."

"What?"

"Well, it sure looks like your handwriting, not Jack's." Janice tore open the envelope and took out the card. "This card is definitely from you, it's got your signature," she announced, glancing it over.

"I swear I don't remember writing it..." My mind was whirling. Did I
forget that I wrote Janice a card? Did this happen sometime last night?
What was going on?

"Oh my God..." Janice muttered, reading the card

"What??" I asked. "What does it say?" I reached for the card.

Janice held it away from my grasp, "Well, it says to..."

"What?"

"It says I'm supposed to tell you something."

"What? That's crazy. Why would it say that? What are you supposed to
tell me?"

"Do you really want to know?"

"Yes!"

"It says to say: 'Slave Pamela..."

Hold on, I thought to myself. Why would I write that to myself? And who was 'Pamela'?

"... of..."

Oh my God... This was sounding like...

"... Laurel."

(Blink)

What was that?? Suddenly, I was laying on the bed, with Janice sitting beside me, her hand on my shoulder.

"Are you all right?" she asked. Her face looked worried, but also
curious... and expectant.

"Oh my gosh," I said, holding my head. "I don't know what happened. I
must have blanked out for a second. Wow."

"Maybe you should go to bed. It looks like you had a hard night last
night."

"I guess so," I said, unsteadily, as I slipped between the covers.

"Good night," Janice said, turning out the light.

***

That night my dreams were bizarre, tortured, and sexual.

First I was tied up, hands behind my back, feet together, face down on
the bed, when Janice lifted my head by the hair and scooted her pussy
down in front of me. Dropping my head into her crotch, I started
licking eagerly, her pussy juice causing my entire body to tingle with sexual excitement, my nipples itching and tingling, my penis painfully hard.

But unable to come.

Next I was built into a chair, again on my back, my body sticking out
the back of the chair, my head built into the bottom cushion, face up.
Janice came over, lifted her skirt and sat directly down on my face,
squirming her buns around my lips, my nose in her snatch, my lips and
tongue in her anus, licking away. And again, the sexual excitement was
so strong I nearly came.

But not quite.

Then, somehow, I was shrunk down, to about 5 inches (13cm) long, and I
was covered in a thin filmy fabric, which was attached to some kind of
huge elastic straps at my hands and feet. Janice loomed over me, then
stepped next to either side of me with her enormous tree-trunk legs,
pulling me closer and closer to her crotch by the straps.

I had become a feminine napkin!

Janice nestled me between her legs, my body pressed into sex, her lips
literally wrapping around my body, her juices covering me, seeping into
my skin, washing over my face, flowing into my mouth, my nose, my
ears... drowning me...

"Unh!" I woke up, sitting up. It was late, and Janice was gently
snoring beside me.

But what was that on my face? I felt my lips, they were wet! I took a
whiff, pussy juice, it was unmistakable.

How had that got on my face? And not just on my lips, either, but all
over.

I wiped off the sticky secretions with my hand, licked them up, and
then lay back down, my head on the pillow.

But then it wasn't. I was under the covers, it was day, the sheets were
floating over me. I looked up, and realized I was surrounded by a pair
of legs. Knowing what was expected, I scooted up and went to feast on
Janice's wet pussy...

... and found a soft penis instead.

What the fuck? I wasn't going to become a cocksucker. No way was I
going to put that in my mouth!

But then, I felt pressure... my head was being forced down! I pushed
back, but it was too much. Gradually, ever gradually, my lips got closer.

They touched. I was kissing the penis. And, like something with a mind of its own, it moved... and started to get hard.

The pressure increased: my nose and lips were being forced into it, and
pressed down even more. My face was being mashed into this mysterious
man's genitals, the cock and balls being rubbed all over my face.

Woah. Suddenly, my knees were cold. I looked up, I was in the bathroom,
kneeling on cold tile, next to the toilet. I moved to stand up -- but
couldn't. My arms were tied behind my back... and apparently my feet
were tied to bolts on the floor.

Shit! I heard someone open the bathroom door.

It was Jack. He was naked. He stepped up to the toilet, lifted the
seat, paused for a second, and then started urinating.

I couldn't help myself. I stared at it. It was beautiful. Fleshy, fat,
tan, with a large circumcised head. And the balls... they hung like
golf balls, large, pendulous, yummy, speckled with hair.

I watched, fascinated, as the thin golden stream splattered in the
bowl. After he finished, Jack squeezed out the last few drops out and shook off.

And then, without saying a word, as if it were the most natural thing
in the world, Jack stepped up to me and placed his penis in my mouth.
It was like I was just another receptacle, no different than a urinal or a sink.

And this time I didn't pull back. This time I did my duty as a
receptacle, I sucked - and tasted the remaining droplets of his urine.
The penis was hot in my mouth, hot and alive, and it got hard in no
time.

Running my tongue over the head, I sucked as deep as I could without
gagging, feeling the shaft running past my lips and the tip rubbing
against the roof of my mouth.

And suddenly the scene changed again. What the fuck? I was on some sort of rubber trampoline, and it was moving... I flailed about trying to stay in place... and then the ceiling started to drop! I crouched down,
trying to avoid it, but it pressed down -- it was domed with a big slit
down the center -- very strange, and then as it pressed down into me I
felt it and it was soft... soft and fleshy... pressing me down into the
rubber trampoline, the rubber now stretching... stretching over and
around me, and then over and around the dome shaped ceiling... and then
I finally figured it out.

I was in the tip of a condom. A condom, which had just been placed on the shaft of a huge penis.

And now I was trapped between rubber and flesh. And it was moving,
something dark was approaching, and then the penis was thrust into
something hot and slick -- a vagina. Fleshy folds flowing around the
rubber, and then pressing into me, pressing my body and face deep into
the penis, my face pressed right into the slit, and slipping into the
urethra a bit.

And then the tempo increased, I was mashed between penis, rubber, and
vagina flesh, and then fluid started leaking out.

Pre-cum. Pumping out of the slit, bathing me in sticky fluid.

It got in my hair, my nose... I opened my mouth to breath but got a
mouthful, and... ohhhhhh...

Oh. It tasted so good. My body suddenly started to tingle, my own penis getting hard.

But then, a massive thrust, and I was squished hard, between the
enormous hard fleshy penis, rubber, and the firm female flesh (the
cervix?)...

... and held there, as flesh spasmed around me, and then I just knew
what was coming...

... and it did. Shooting out from the slit like a fire hose jet, sperm
gushed out and flowed over and around my entire body, sticky, smelly, wet, gooey sperm. I opened my mouth to scream, but took a mouthful of sperm instead -- I tried swallowing as much as I could, each mouthful entering my body, causing it to vibrate, but there was too much! I was drowning! Trapped in a rubber prison! Swimming in sperm!

"Aaaah!" I sat up with a start.

My nightgown was twisted around my legs and I was covered in sweat and
there was something gooey spread over my mouth. I tasted my lips... Was it sperm?

I looked over at Janice, sleeping soundly next to me.

I sighed and lay back down in bed. It was going to be a long night.

Chapter 22: I go back to work

"Janice, I can't wear this!" I said, with a whimper.

Janice had just showed me my outfit for the day. It was a two-piece
dress suit, cherry red, 100% polyester, acetate lining, with a skirt that came to just below the knee. And what was worse is that it came with a white nylon, button-up, blouse with wide floppy lapels.

"But this is your 'secretary uniform,'" Janice said, with a giggle.
"You'll look just like an extra in 'Working Girl.'"

"But Janice!" I said, exasperated, "I... I just can't! What will
everyone at the office think? That I'm some kind of sissy? My career
will be ruined."

"Rachael said it was okay."

"What??"

"I talked to Rachael the other day. She said that I could dress you
however ever I wanted, and that it would be okay with her. Your job
wouldn't be in any danger because of it. Or rather, I should say that
your job wouldn't be in any *more* danger because of it."

"But..."

"But what?"

"I just can't..."

"Listen carefully," Janice said, stepping up closer and putting both
her arms around me. "Thinking about you wearing women's clothing
*all***day***long* is making me very horny..."

My heart skipped a beat as I heard that. I looked her in the eyes.

"And you know what that means, don't you?" she continued. "That's
right. It means that I get wet... you know... down there, between my
legs."

I unconsciously looked down to her crotch, and began to salivate.

"I know you love to taste me," she said, whispering it directly into my
ear -- directly into my soul. "So, don't you want me to be as horny as
possible? Don't you want to wear your 'secretary uniform' for me?"

"I don't know..."

"Here... let me give you a taste to spur your memory..." Janice reached
beneath her skirt and into her panties, ran a finger between her pussy lips, and then brought it back out again. It was wet and glistening.

I looked at the finger, desperately wanting a taste. I licked my lips
and then moved to kiss it.

"Uhn uh!" she said, pulling her hand away. "First, you have to agree to
wear your secretary suit for today. Do you agree?"

By now, I could think of nothing but tasting her sex juices. What was
happening to me?? My internal objections which had been loud and clear just a second ago were fading... 'taste her juices and do what she wants...' that's all I could think.

"No..." I said, but my defenses were weakening.

"Maybe I should give you a smell?" Janice held her wet finger
underneath my nose.

I began breathing though my mouth. Somehow, I knew what would happen if
the scent of her sex should enter my body...

"I'll have none of that!" Janice clamped a hand over my mouth, holding my head tight to her chest. She placed her wet finger right next to my nose.

"Mmmmph!" I said, struggling in her arms, trying to break free.

But she held firm, overpowering me... or maybe I wanted to submit?
Finally, I gave up and started breathing through my nose.

"Mmmmmmm..." I closed my eyes and just melted. A warmth suffused itself through my mind.

I reached up and pulled Janice's hand away from my mouth.

"Yes..." I said, softly.

"Yes, what?" Janice said.

"Yes, I'll wear what you want."

"And what do you want to wear?" she teased.

"I'll wear the red dress suit you picked out," I said, "this... uh...
my..." my cock was fully hard now, "my 'secretary uniform'."

"That's a good girl," Janice said, as she lowered her finger to my
lips.

And as I licked her finger clean, I felt a pleasing tingle run through
my body. 'That's strange,' I thought to myself. 'It feels just like the
tingle I felt in my dream last night...'

***

"Paul, could you come in my office?" Rachael said through the intercom.

I pressed the button, "Sure, Rachael, I'll be right there."

I got up from the swivel chair in my new cubicle and smoothed out my
dress.

I had been moved to a cubicle right outside Rachael's office. My career
as an IT specialist was now on it's last legs, if there was any chance
left at all.

That morning I showed up as normal, scared to death being in public for
the first time dressed in a skirt.

And not just a skirt. Janice had made me wear my breast forms, a lacy
top bra which you could just see through the nylon blouse, red matching pumps with two inch heels, and pantyhose. "Pantyhose for work," she said, "let's save the garters and stockings for special occasions.
Besides," she added, "the control top really helps keep you nice and
smooth down there."

And a half slip. Did I mention the slip? Smooth, satiny nylon with lace
trim. It was just a half inch (1cm) shorter than the skirt. "Be
careful," Janice said, "you better check on it frequently, or for sure
someone is going to tell you 'your slip is showing'."

But not only clothes. Since the shopping trip at the mall, this was the first time I had worn full makeup outside the house - and certainly the first time at work. "And you better check your face at least once an hour!" Janice said, sternly. "I'm going to call and check up on you."

And accessories: Earrings, a new gold necklace, a gold bracelet, and a handbag! I had never used a handbag before. Janice had stocked it with a spare pair of underwear ("in case yours get soiled during the day"),
tampons ("because you never know", she giggled), a new pink wallet,
powder, blush, eyeliner, lip liner, lipstick, eyebrow pencil, and a
pack of gum ("because all good secretaries chew gum to maintain their concentration").

And then Janice drove me to work.

"I can drive myself," I protested. "Even in these heels..."

"Nonsense!" Janice said. "All good secretaries are either driven to
work by their spouse, or they take the bus. Now I'll drive you to work
this week, but next week you'll have to start taking the bus."

"TAKE THE BUS?" I cried out.

"Certainly. After all, how will you be able to afford a car on your
minimal salary?"

"But I'm not going to become a secretary!" I said, frustrated. "This is not for real. I'm going to get my old job back!"

"Well... we'll see," was all Janice would say. "In the mean time, give
me your car keys. I'll keep them safe for you."

And as I turned over my keys I realized that any lingering hope I had for escaping from Janice's plans for me was fast disappearing.

***

Any doubts that I could pass in the office were eased when I stumbled
into my old office -- only to find my replacement, Daniel, sitting at
my old desk.

"Oh hello there," he said. "May I help you? Do you have a problem with
your computer?"

"Uh..." I stammered, flustered, totally taken aback. "But this is
my..."

"Yes?" he said, with an eyebrow arched.

"Nothing," I muttered. "I'm sorry... I must have gotten lost."

"Well here!" Daniel jumped up from his chair, "let me help you find
your way. This office can be a real maze sometimes... and someone as
beautiful as you? I'd love to know where *you* sit."

WAS HE FLIRTING WITH ME???

"NO!" I nearly shouted, "Ah... I mean, no thanks. I just realized where I went wrong. Thank you, though."

And I beat a hasty retreat from my old office and went to see Rachael.

Rachael explained that while I was out, my office had been reassigned.
Since I was no longer doing the job of an IT manager, Rachael said,
reasonably, there was no reason for me to have that space. Besides, she
wanted me to be closer to her, so I could be more available -- as her
assistant.

But this wouldn't stand! This couldn't stand! It was time to go in and tell Rachael that either I got my old job back, or I was going to quit.

And so I checked my makeup one last time, adjusted my bra strap, and
then walked resolutely into her office.

***

"Paul, have a seat," Rachael said. She was sitting at the small table
she kept in the office. On top of the table were a series of forms with
"Sign Here" stickers attached.

"What..." I stammered, "what's this, Rachael?"

"You've been fired, Paul."

I burst into tears.

"Oh, hey there... hey... shhhhh..." Rachael scooted her chair closer to
me and put a hand on my shoulder, squeezing and rubbing it gently.
"It's okay..."

"I'm so sorry..." I sobbed, "But... I... Janice... I mean, it took so
long for her..."

"Hey there, I perfectly understand, you poor thing. But we just
couldn't wait any longer for you... you understand that, don't you?"

"I... (hiccup) guess..."

"Now, here, blow your nose..." Rachael handed me a tissue.

"But what's going to become of me??" I wailed, dissolving into fresh
tears. Tears dropped wetly on my blouse, exposing the lace bra
underneath, and on my skirt, making little round dark-red spots.

"Now, hush there. Everything is not lost. I have some good news too, do
you want to hear the good news?"

I blew my nose and looked up at her, hopefully. "Good news?" my voice
quivered as I said it.

"Yes! I have forms here to hire you back, full time!"

"Hire me back? Full time?"

"Yes! And all you have to do is sign here," Rachael pointed, "here, and
here."

I looked at the forms. Under job title and duties it said 'see
attachments'.

"But..." I said, "where are the attachments? What's my job going to
be?"

Rachael took a deep breath before speaking. "You will be my secretary,"
she said, "I'm sorry, but that's the only way I could arrange it."

"NO!" I said, standing up abruptly, suddenly angry. "I won't! I still
have skills, I spent all those years studying IT, I'm not going to just
let go of my career!"

"Paul, do you know what has happened since you've been working as my
assistant?"

"No..."

"A new version of our main OS has been released! And it's got new
directory services. And now, company policy says that everyone who
works in IT must be certified, and you missed all of the certification
classes."

"Really?"

"Yes! You are falling behind, Paul. It doesn't take long, these days."

"I don't care. I'll go back to school for a refresher if I have to. But I'm leaving."

"Paul..."

"I'm sorry Rachael, I think you are a great boss and you've done a lot
for me, but I just can't let my whole life..."

"Slave Pamela," Rachael said, interrupting me.

"What... what did you say?" I asked, incredulous. Had Janice told her
to call me this??

"I said... 'Slave Pamela of Laurel.' "

(Blink)

And the next thing I knew, I was sitting down with a pen in my hand.

"... and so your duties are spelled out in the main attachment here.
You will be my secretary with all of the standard duties that entails,
I will have sole responsibility for your performance and you can be
fired at any time for any reason whatsoever..."

"I'm sorry..." I said, interrupting her.

"It means that I can fire you at any time... standard language,"
Rachael said.

"No... I mean..." I shook my head. "Why am I still... what just
happened?"

"Well, you're about to sign up to your new job... as my secretary."

"But no... why would I do that?"

"Well because," Rachael said, adopting a very practical tone, "you
realized that becoming my submissive secretary was the only way that
you would be allowed to lick my pussy."

Her words shot through me like an arrow.

"What?" I said, weakly, feeling my will begin to slowly slip away.

"Wasn't I clear?" Rachael said, with a smile, "Well then, let me say it
more slowly. Sign these forms, and you will get to lick - my - cunt."

Suddenly I could smell it, the musky sent of her sex. Rachael was
turned on, and she would let me taste it... if only I signed up to
become her secretary.

"It's no different than the job you're already doing," Rachael said,
moving even closer and speaking softly. "Except for a few... uh...
intimate changes."

I looked her in the eyes, "What intimate changes?"

"That's specified in these additional attachments. But before I go over them, I have to know if you want to take the job. Will you take the job, Paul?"

"Uh..." I hesitated, "Really, Rachael, I don't know..."

Rachael stood up and then sat on the table in front of me.

"But Paul," she said, slyly, "if you take the job, you will get to
taste this."

Rachael lifted up her skirt, slowly, ever slowly. As it got to her
crotch, I saw the downy tufts of her pussy come into view.

No panties! I gulped hard, and watched intently as her entire slit was exposed. The lips were puffy and wet and smelled strongly of sex --
much more strongly than Janice's usually did. The musky/fishy aroma was nearly overpowering.

Rachael spread the lips slightly and I could see her sticky juices
clinging there...

"So Paul, say yes. Tell me that you'll become my full-time secretary."

I licked my lips. STOP LOOKING! I thought furiously. STOP IT!

But my words were hollow. As my heart pounded in my chest, I stood at the edge of my new life, my new career as a secretary...

"Yes," I whispered, hoarsely.

"Yes, you'll be my submissive secretary?" Rachael asked, coyly.

"Uh..." I hesitated.

Rachael took a finger and ran it through her wet slit. She then reached over and rubbed it against my lips. My tongue darted out and tasted her juices.

I melted. All of my remaining willpower slipped away and into Rachael's control. A tingle ran through my body. My penis gradually began to grow hard, painful as it was in the control-top pantyhose.

"Yes," I said, "I'll become your submissive secretary."

"And you'll accept a pay cut?" Rachael put her finger back between her legs, and began to idly stroke her clitoris. More juices seeped about from between her vaginal lips.

I tried to concentrate. "Pay cut?" I asked, absentmindedly.

"Why, minimum wage, of course," Rachael said. "And that would be," she flipped through the pages, "five-fifteen an hour. But that's all a simple secretary like yourself deserves, isn't it?"

Five-fifteen an hour. Less than eleven thousand a year. About one-tenth of what I had been making as an IT manager.

But all I could do was watch her fingers slip through the folds of her sex. It was like I was hypnotized. Trapped. I had to taste more of her... I was dying to taste more of her...

"Yes," I said, with a sinking feeling in the pit of my stomach. "I'll accept a pay cut."

"Prove it," Rachael dropped her skirt and sat back down in her chair.
She pushed the first form over to me. "Sign it and give your career to
me."

I looked at the form again. With a shaky hand, I picked up the pen and
signed.

"Excellent!" Rachael enthused. "I am *so* going to enjoy coming to
work!"

My mind was whirling and my vision had become strangely blurred. What
had I done? I felt tears leak out slowly down my cheeks. Damn it! How
could I have let his happen? If only Janice were here, she'd know what
to do...

But wait a second! Janice would know what to do! She was a lawyer, after all. She'd be able to get me out of this...

... I hoped.

"Now!" Rachael continued briskly, "Let's go over these other
attachments okay?"

"Okay..."

"Very good. Now, this form absolves me of any legal liability in case
of sexual harassment. It says that you understand that your job is
sexual in nature, that you enter into this position freely and without
coercion of any kind. Okay? Please sign here."

Rachael pointed.

My penis fully hard now, I signed.

"Great, now here's the first attachment, which says that as a part of the job I am allowed to determine your complete wardrobe, makeup, accessories, and underwear... that in fact, I will determine your day-by-day dress code and that you must wear it or face disciplinary action. Sign here."

"Yes?" Rachael prompted when I hesitated.

"It's just that Janice chooses what I wear..." I said, weakly.

"Oh, no problem, I'm sure Janice won't mind what you wear at work."

"Really?"

"Sure... now sign, like a good secretary."

I signed, feeling better and better about myself. No way would Janice
want to give up choosing what I wear! She would be all over this
contract in no time.

"Very good. Now this attachment says that you understand that your job
may require intimate bodily contact with your immediate supervisor -
that's me - or anyone of your supervisor's choosing, and that you can not refuse any such request without facing disciplinary action. Please sign."

"Anyone of your choosing?" I said, alarmed.

"Right," she said, "Like Betty in accounting, for example."

I thought of Betty. A dowdy and fat old lady, she'd been with the
company for 25 years. She must be 250 pounds... or more.

"You mean I would have to..." I said, my eyes wide.

"...lick her pussy?" Rachael finished for me, "Yes, you might. Or lick
her anus. Or anything else that I asked you to lick. Now SIGN!"

Startled by her shout, I signed.

"And also initial this addendum, where it says 'bodily contact with
others cannot be refused under threat of disciplinary action,
regardless of gender." Rachael pointed.

"You mean???"

"Right, you might have to suck cock. I would think that a sexy,
submissive, secretary slut like you would find that exciting, wouldn't
you? How about Daniel? Should I call him in right now? Now initial it!"

I initialed the addendum, further giving my life away.

"Very good," Rachael said, "you deserve a reward."

Rachael put her hand under her skirt and then pulled it out. It was wet
and dripping.

"Open wide," she said.

I did, and she put her finger in my mouth. I sighed in pleasure as I
tasted and sucked her pussy juices.

Rachael left her finger in my mouth, moving it gently in and out like a
little cock, as she pulled out the last piece of paper.

"Now for your last attachment," she said, "regarding disciplinary
actions. This says that you realize that you may face disciplinary
action for any job inadequacy, that I (or my designee) are the sole
determiner for when disciplinary action is required, that you have no
right of appeal, and that disciplinary action may include any of a variety of forms of punishment, including but not limited to reduced
wages, additional work, personal apologies to the offended party,
spankings, whippings, bondage, and denial of any and all bodily needs,
including but not limited to urination, defecation, food, and sexual release. Please sign."

My mind was now lost in a sexual haze, my penis hard, my breath coming out in short gasps. I was sucking her finger, her tangy juices running over my tongue.

I signed.

Rachael put her lips right next to my ear. In an almost inaudible
whisper I heard her say, "Slave Pamela of Laurel"...

(Blink) ... and now I was kneeling between her legs, and... I looked
around... We were behind her desk, with Rachael sitting in the desk
chair, leaning back, her skirt bunched around her waist. What the fuck?

"Lick," she ordered, pulling my head towards her pussy.

I stuck out my tongue and ran it between her pussy lips, gathering up
as much of her juice as I could before swallowing.

And with every lick, and with every swallow, I could feel more and more
of my willpower slip away.

'Janice please help me,' I prayed.

***

After coming to orgasm, Rachael sent me away to type up some memos from
her recorded dictation.

"But before you go," she said, "how good a speller are you?" she asked.

"Not that good," I admitted.

"Oh, too bad. I had the spell checker removed from your computer. Hope you don't mind!"

"But, Rachael!" I sputtered.

"And watch out for mistakes," she said with an evil grin a mile wide,
"because it's one stroke with the cane for every error I find."

Rachael opened up her front drawer and pulled out a thin, whippy cane.

"Lean over the table!" she instructed firmly. I did as instructed.

Rachael lifted my skirt and gave me a vicious swipe across my backside.

"Ohhhh!" I winced, trying not to cry out so the office wouldn't hear.

"That's just to let you know what my punishment feels like. Now say
'thank you', like the proper, respectful, secretary."

"Thank you," I said, sniffling.

"Oh, and by the way, I'd like for you to call me 'Miss Peterson' from
now on. Can you remember to do that?"

"Yes, Miss Peterson."

"Good girl, Pamela. Now go."

"I'm sorry, Miss Peterson, but what did you call me?"

"Pamela?"

"Yes, but my name is Paul..." Suddenly I had a sinking feeling in my stomach.

"Not any more, dear, see?" Rachael held up the employment contract.

And there at the top, clear as day, it said 'Pamela Melissa Johnson,
alias Paul Arthur Johnson.'

"After all," she continued, "I couldn't very well have a female
secretary and keep calling her 'Paul' now could I?"

"I guess not..."

"Certainly not. Oh! And that reminds me. I want you to practice your
new signature, okay? So, after you've done transcribing my dictation, I want you to sign your new name, 'Pamela Melissa Johnson', such a pretty feminine name, don't you think? Anyway, please practice signing it for me, 1000 times. And I want a nice, neat signature, do you understand?
For every one that's not legible, I'm going to make you do 50 more."

Completely defeated, I simply said, "Yes, Miss Peterson."

"You may go."

***

After I left, Rachael picked up her phone and dialed.

"Hey Jack," she said, "he signed! I can't believe it, and I never
thought it would happen, but he signed, just like you said. He's mine for the office."

She paused for a second, listening.

"Excellent. Well, as long as you're sure this is what he really wants.
I can't tell you how happy *I* am. My pussy's been sooooo lonely
lately..."

Chapter 23: Jack

Jack was at work when the phone rang. "Hello?"

"Jack?"

"Paul?"

"Jack! I need your help. I'm desperate."

"Wait, Paul, what's the matter?" Jack leaned back in his chair.

"Jack! Something's wrong with me. Please," I pleaded, "what happened
the night I spent at your place?"

"Now Paul, you know I can't talk about things like that while I'm at
work."

"Oh, right."

Damn! What to do? I couldn't drive over to visit Jack, because Janice
had driven me to work! And I couldn't take a cab, because Rachael would find out. What to do??

But just then, I got an idea.

"Jack! Come to dinner tonight!"

"Really? I'd love to, but are you sure? What would Janice think?"

"I'm sure that Janice wouldn't mind. And then we'll find sometime when
we can talk. Come by around 6:30pm, can you do that?"

"Sounds great! I'll see you then!" Jack hung up.

Excellent, I thought to myself. I'll confront Jack and see if he can
explain why I'm having all these blackouts and strange urges, and then I'll get Janice to look over my new employment contract, and then
she'll see why I can't work here anymore, and then I'll be free and
everything will be back to normal!

But just in case, I crossed my fingers for good luck.

***

Damn it! When were they ever going to stop talking???

I sat, bored, drumming my fingers on the table, watching them go on and
on about their work.

And why had Janice insisted on such a formal dinner? We had
candlelight, place cards, our good china... And why had Janice insisted
that they sit right next to each other? And why did they have to touch each other so much? There, Janice was putting her hand on Jack's arm, and it sure looked like he had his hand on her leg.

I was beginning to wonder if having Jack over had been such a good
idea.

And why had Janice dressed up so nicely? Her black cocktail dress had
such a low neckline and a high slit up one side, she looked absolutely
stunning, of course, if a bit too slutty and forward. As soon as Jack
saw her, you could tell his eyes went directly to her cleavage.

And here I was, still in my 'secretary uniform', since I hadn't had time to change after work.

And when was Janice going to look at my contract? When I mentioned it
in the car, all she had said was 'later, honey.'

"You two sure seem to have a lot to talk about," I said, grumpily.

"Well sure," Janice said, "We've gotten to be good friends, recently."

"What??" I asked.

"That's right," Jack added. "Since you recommended it, we've been
having lunch together, almost every other day."

"Oh," I said. So it was just lunch.

"That's right," Janice said. "And I want to thank you so much for
suggesting it, Paul! It's been great to have a man to talk to every
day."

"Pour me another glass of wine, Paul," Jack said.

"And I think we could both use more water," Janice said, "and clear the
table, thank you?"

What was this? Were they ordering me around?

So, fuming, I poured the wine and the water, and then cleared the
table.

"I'll be in the kitchen, cleaning up," I grumbled.

***

I was just finishing the dishes when Jack surprised me in the kitchen.

"Paul...?"

"Ack!" startled, I twirled around. "Oh, Jack! I'm so glad to see you!
We really need to talk-"

"My God, Paul, you look just like a woman."

"What?" I looked down at my blouse, skirt, and high-heels. I had
forgotten that tonight was the first time Jack had seen me all dressed
up. "Yes," I admitted, "Janice has... well, we have... we're role
playing." I said, lamely.

Jack stepped closer and put an arm around my waist. "May I kiss you?"

"WHAT?" I tried to jerk away, but I was stuck in the corner of the
kitchen, pressed against countertops on both sides. "Jack! No! You're
my best friend, don't do this to me! Let me go!"

Jack pressed his body into mine, "Please," he said, "just one kiss. You are so yummy, I can't stand it."

"No, Jack!"

Jack reached around and began to stroke my ass.

"Stop!" I struggled to get away.

"Tell you what," he said, placing a hand on a false breast and
squeezing it, "give me a kiss and then we'll talk."

Caught in his clutches, I struggled to extricate myself, but to no
avail. Instead, my skirt rode up as he pressed a knee between my legs.

"Please..." I whimpered as Jack bent down to kiss my neck. "Stop..."

"Come on..." he said.

"Okay, I'll do it!"

"Do what?"

"Kiss you."

"Say please."

"What?"

Jack was being evil. "Say 'please kiss me.' I want you to want it."

"Fine. Please kiss me, Jack."

"Say, 'please kiss me with tongue, Jack'."

"What? Ewww, no!" I renewed my struggles, but only succeeded in getting my skirt to ride up more. His knee was now pressing directly against my crotch.

"Image what Janice would say if she caught us in here..." Jack said,
"should I call her?"

"No!" I whispered, frightened. "Okay, okay!"

"Yes?"

"Please kiss me with tongue, Jack."

"Well, since you asked so nicely..." Jack touched his lips to mine and
kissed.

And then a second later, I felt his tongue pressing against my lips.
Obediently, I opened up.

I wish I could say I was swept away by his kiss. I wish I could say
that I 'melted' into his arms and lost my sense of self.

But in truth, I was humiliated to the core.

His lips were scratchy, and his tongue was huge and aggressive.

And this was my best friend! All the things, which we had done
together! Playing basketball, going to strip clubs, comparing the tits
of movie starlets, discussing careers, betting, competing,
gamesmanship.

And here he was, with his tongue thrust down my mouth, wriggling it
around, and with a hand on my ass, squeezing, and a knee between my
legs. Yuck.

Finally, I broke the kiss and was able to squirm free.

"Fine," I said, gasping. "You got your kiss. Now, tell me what is
happening to me??"

"What do you mean?" Jack said, using a paper towel to wipe lipstick off
his cheek.

"Ever since I spent the night at your place, I've been having these
freaky black-outs!"

"Really? When?"

"Well, I had one with Janice, after I gave her that card of yours..."

"What card?"

"You know, the card you put on your refrigerator. And the next two
times it happened with my boss at work, Rachael... I mean, Miss
Peterson... just as I was about to quit..."

Suddenly, a creepy thought entered my body. "It's you, isn't it?"

"What's me?" Jack's face had a bemused expression on it.

"You! You've given me a mind control drug. It was in the tea, wasn't
it? And now I've been programmed to respond to a passcode of some sort,
haven't I? What are you doing to me?"

"Why nothing you haven't asked for," Jack said, grinning, "Slave Pamela
of Laurel."

(Blink)

... and he was kissing me and his tongue was in my mouth. Already a
hand was underneath my skirt and slip, cupping my buns, but then it
slipped into the waistband of my pantyhose and started to slip between my naked buttocks...

"Mmmmph!" I struggled, trying to get away. It wasn't unpleasant,
exactly, but he was being too forward! "MMMMPHHH!" I was finally able to break the kiss and turn my head away. "Jack! Stop!"

"Shhhh! Janice will hear," he said.

"Please, stop!" I whispered.

"I'll stop, but you have to promise me one thing," he said.

"Yes, anything! Just stop."

"Ask Janice if I can spend the night."

"What??"

"Tell her it's too late for me to go home, that we've all had too much
wine, and that I should spend the night -- in the guest bedroom, of
course."

"Why would I do that?"

"Because," he said, patiently, "then, after Janice is asleep, you can sneak upstairs and we can talk. Didn't you say you wanted to talk to
me?"

"Yes, of course..." I shook my head... I had said that, hadn't I? But wait... didn't we talk already? Wasn't there something important that I just discovered??

But try as I could, I couldn't track down what it was that was so
important.

"Say you'll do it," Jack said, nibbling on my ear.

"Fine! Fine, I'll do it," I said, "Now please, let me go."

***

Of course Janice was delighted with the idea. And so, while I finished
cleaning up the kitchen, Janice showed Jack to the guest bedroom and
got him settled.

I walked into the master bedroom and got ready for bed. Finally, after
what seemed like forever, I heard Janice step quietly down the stairs.

"He's already asleep," she said.

"You were up there for a long time," I said.

"Oh, we had a lot to talk about," she said, noncommittally. "So, in the car, you mentioned something about a new employment contract you wanted me to look at?"

"Oh my God, Janice! I was fired!"

"Oh! You poor dear!"

"But that's not the worst of it, somehow Rachael... ah... I mean, Miss Peterson..."

"Miss Peterson?" Janice asked with an arched eyebrow.

"Yes, I'm supposed to call her Miss Peterson now. Somehow, she forced
me to sign this horrible contract so I would have to come back to work
as her secretary!"

"Why that's wonderful!" Janice said, delighted.

"No it's not!"

"But Paul, that's what you told me you wanted!"

"What do you mean?" I looked at her, dumbfounded.

"That day we had the big argument. You told me that you wanted to
become a secretary, and I said that you should demand your old job
back. But then you said I wasn't supporting you... and your desire to
live as a woman full time."

"That... was what we were fighting about?" I asked. "You mean, because
*I* wanted to become a secretary, and *you* didn't think it was a good
idea?"

"Right."

"No, that can't be it," but suddenly I was confused. Was that what had
we argued about? Was it possible?

"And naturally, that's why I was trying to be so supportive about you
dressing as a secretary this morning. I was just trying to show you that I accepted your new desires."

"But... but..."

"So you changed your mind?"

"No... I mean yes!"

"So you admit that you wanted to be a secretary before, but that now
you don't want to be anymore?"

"No... wait... I don't know! All I know is that I was somehow coerced
into signing this contract. Can you get me out of it?"

Janice looked at me, exasperated. "What *do* you want, Paul?"

"Please," I whimpered, "I just want for things to go back to the way
they were. I'm sorry..."

"Okay fine, hand it over, and I'll see what I can do. Why don't you go
get ready for bed."

***

I brushed my teeth, washed, cleansed, and moisturized my face. Taking off my bra, I dressed in a light pink, nylon, floor-length nightgown and slipped into bed.

Janice was already in bed, sitting up, with my contract spread before
her.

"I can't believe you agreed to all this," she said, shaking her head in
disbelief.

"I know, I know," I said, ashamed, "but it can't be legal, can it?"

"Well, it's unconventional, certainly, but I don't think it's illegal.
After all, it's not like they're asking you to do anything that's
against the law."

"But look, it is essentially requiring me to have oral sex! That's got
to be illegal."

"But that's not what it says. It merely says 'intimate bodily contact'.
That could be anything. That's really no different from being an OB-GYN, or a dental technician."

"But it's really oral sex, that's what Rachael... ahh... I mean, Miss
Peterson implied."

"Well, that would certainly be illegal. But that's not what it says."

"But what about the punishments?"

"Nothing illegal there. Unconventional, certainly, but not illegal, especially since you've agreed to it all ahead of time."

"But... what can I do?"

"Well, if you can prove that Rachael is forcing you to have oral sex
with her or her staff, then we probably have a case. But, of course, we'll have to go to court."

"Court?"

"Right, and of course all court documents are public, and so..."

"And so I would be exposing myself to public humiliation."

"Right. And I bet this would be instantly picked up by the newswires.
They'd just love this sort of wacky story. I can see it now, 'Man
agrees to be sex slave at work, now wants out.'"

"So what if I just quit?"

"Well, apparently you owe the company some money?"

"WHAT??"

"Well, apparently they claim you were working at reduced productivity
and hours for the last two years..."

"Yes! While I was helping you!"

"... and that this cost them $100,000 in lost wages and productivity...
and since you signed it, basically you agreed to their position."

Janice showed me my signature.

"What does that mean?"

"It means that if you quit, you owe them $100,000, but as long as you
stay, you can work it off."

"So... we just pay off the debt, and then I can quit?"

"WE?" Janice looked at me with an icy stare, "you got yourself into
this, and you'll have to get yourself out of it."

"But... I was only doing it to help you..."

Janice put the papers aside and turned towards me.

"Paul... or should I say Pamela?" She giggled for a second, but then
continued. "Pamela, I think that somewhere, deep inside your
subconscious, this is what you want. You want to be trapped. You want
to be forced to labor in a menial secretary position being at 'Miss
Peterson's' beck and call."

"No... no, I don't!"

"Yes, you must. Why else would you sign all these documents? Why else
would you willingly put yourself into such a financially subservient
position? Why else would you maneuver yourself into such an inescapable trap?"

"But Janice..." My breath was coming out in gasps and tears began to
drip down my cheeks.

Janice reached over and pulled me into a hug. After a second, she
reached down and put a hand on my penis.

"What's this?" she asked. My penis was hard.

"I don't know..." I said, sniffling.

"Why Pamela, you're hard! Do you find this exciting?"

"No..."

Janice started stroking me. Her fingers, through the nightgown and the lacy, nylon panties, felt amazing, and, despite myself, I began to moan in pleasure.

"Pamela," she said, "I certainly believe that you do find this
exciting. It's true, isn't it? You want this, don't you?"

"Please, Janice," I struggled weakly to get away, but she held me firm
and continued stroking. I felt my willpower gradually slip away as I
submitted to her ministrations.

"I thought so. You get a secret thrill from being trapped in the
clutches of a female who controls you, don't you?"

All I could do is whimper, as Janice reached around me with her free
hand and began to lightly pinch and tweak my nipples through the
nightgown.

"Well, since it appears that that is the case, I do not intend to help
you get out of it. You are just going to have to submit... submit to
your new job and become a smiling, obedient, secretary for Rachael, and
do what she wants, and wear what she wants."

I was so hard! My heart was pounding, as I felt completely trapped, like a fly in a web. A poor animal, caught in the clutches of these dominant women... forced to do their bidding... forced to submit to
their every desire...

"Cum for me, Pamela," Janice whispered, "cum for me and seal your fate.
Because if you cum, then I'll know that this is what you really want."

"Nnnnnnhhh!" I renewed my struggles, and tried to think of something
non-sexual. But it was hopeless. Janice had me tightly in her arms, and her assault on my hard penis and sensitive nipples continued, causing
tingles to charge through my body.

"That's right, keep struggling! Because you love that trapped feeling, don't you? And just think, I might have helped you get out of your contract with Rachael, if only I honestly felt that you really wanted out. But here you are, my little Pamela, all hot and bothered at the thought of being trapped as her slut secretary, doing her every
bidding... being under her thumb..."

"Please..." I said, my excitement reaching a fever pitch, despite my
efforts to control it.

"So cum for me, Pamela. And then I'll know for certain that all you
really want is to be Rachael's submissive little secretary. Her 'girl'.
Her sexual work toy. To be abused, and teased, and dressed, and
spanked, and humiliated..."

"Noooo!" I cried out as I shot my load into my panties.

***

By the time I had changed my panties and cleaned up the mess, Janice
was softly snoring in bed, sound asleep.

'This is my chance,' I thought, as I walked slowly and softly out of
the bedroom.

The guest bedroom was upstairs and at the opposite end of the house, so
there would be no problem with noise. And now that Janice was asleep, Jack and I could talk for as long as needed to straighten everything out.

Where had my willpower gone? Why was I allowing my life to be taken
away by Rachael, and now Janice?

Something had happened to me at Jack's house that night that I slept
over, and I was determined to find out what.

***

"Hello there, Pamela," Jack said, with a smile. Jack was lying in bed
on top of the covers, his head propped up with a pillow, completely
naked.

"Jack!" I turned my eyes away.

"Nothing here you haven't seen before, Pamela." Even worse than being naked, his hand was stroking his penis, which was rock hard.

"Please, cover yourself up. I have serious stuff to talk about." I
stood at the doorjamb, unwilling to step in further.

"No," he said, stubbornly. "If you want to talk to me, you'll have to
come here, sit on this bed, and look at me. Those are the rules, take
'em or leave 'em."

"Fine," I said in a huff, as I walked in and sat on the bed.

"Come closer," he said, reaching around my waist and pulling me in
further. "Mmmmm, nice. I love that nightgown on you. You look most
fetching, even without makeup on. What happened to your beard?"

"I, ahhh, got it lasered off," I said.

"You mean... your beard... is gone forever?"

"Ummm... yeah," somehow, when he said it, it made me all the more
ashamed of myself.

Jack gave his cock a couple more strokes. Was he enjoying this?

"So, Pamela, what do you want to know?"

"Wait, why are you calling me 'Pamela'?"

"Isn't that your new name?"

"Well... that's what 'Miss Peterson' call me... but how did you
hear..."

"I'm the one who told her to call you 'Pamela'. She and I have been
talking a lot over the last few days... about you."

"What! You are in this plot with her?? Why would you tell her to call
me 'Pamela'?"

"Because that's the name that you chose for yourself."

Oh my God. For a minute or more, I was speechless. "What...? Why...?"

Jack looked down at his penis. "My God," he said, "I never knew that
dominating my own feminized best friend could be so exciting. Look,
Pamela, I'm leaking pre-cum!"

I looked, and it was true. As Jack squeezed is penis, small pearly
drops of fluid oozed out of the tip. Jack scooped up the pre-cum with
his fingers and then held them out to me.

"I've been saving my cum for you, Pamela. Why don't you taste it?"

I looked at his fingers, wet with his sexual emissions, and a tingle
ran through my body.

My God, I realized, I actually *want* to taste it! My mouth started
watering at the thought.

"You know you want to taste it, don't you?" Jack said, encouragingly.
"So go ahead, stick out that tongue and suck the cum off my fingers."

"Please, no, Jack... don't make me..."

"Who's making who do anything?" he said, reasonably. "I'm just being a
good friend and making you an offering of my most private bodily
emissions. Now be a good girl and accept it, won't you?"

"I... ah..." I swallowed hard, thinking about what I was about to do.
My penis twitched and started to grow.

"And here, I'll make this offer: you lick my fingers clean, and I'll
tell you everything that happened the other night at my place. Okay?"

Jack held the fingers just inches away from my lips. I could smell the
wet, sweet, jasmine-y smell of his seminal fluid.

"Uh..." I opened my mouth unconsciously, panting a little.

"You know you want to..." Jack said, teasingly.

"Okay..." I said, leaning forward and taking his fingers in my mouth.
"Mmmmmm..." I said, the now-familiar tingle running through my body as
the salty taste of his pre-cum flowed over my tongue. I slurped on his fingers for a second, and then smacked my lips.

"Now be sure to swallow..." Jack said.

And like an obedient girl, I did, smiling.

"... and say 'thank you.'"

"Thank you Jack. That was wonderful."

"You're welcome, Pamela. Now, would you like to know what happened to
you that night you spent the night at my place?"

"Yes, please!"

And so, Jack began his story.

"Let me start with revelation number 1: I never took the mind-control
drug to wipe out my memories. The day after your 40th birthday, my
project was canceled and I was moved to an unclassified project, so no
more lie detector tests. Things were crazy, and frankly I forgot about
the mind control drug which I left in the back of my 'fridge.

"But then I noticed Janice changing. She was dressing up, she was much
more assertive, and she was much more flirty. And so I thought, 'what
did Paul do to her?' and so I went to find out. And so one day I called
her up and gave the code word: 'Lady Janice of Sterling,' and she
recited her mantra right back to me over the phone."

"So it was YOU!" I gasped out loud. "You were the reason Janice kept
getting more and more dominant!"

"Yes it was me," he continued. "And when I found out what you were
doing to her, I was so pissed -- I thought seriously about telling
Janice everything. But then I thought, 'Hey, if that's what he wants, then we'll just give it to him!' and so, every other week or so, I would call Janice, or meet her for lunch, and give her the code word!
And my, things got a little dicey, didn't they?"

"Oh my God..." I said, my head in my hands.

"And you deserved it, didn't you?"

"Yes," I admitted, "I deserved it. I should never have tried to change
her."

"Well, at least you've finally learned your lesson. So, when you came to me that night, I had a plan all worked out. I'd get you to admit you were wrong, and then we'd use my last dose of the mind-control drug to change Janice back.

"Only after talking to you, I realized that things had already gone way too far. Janice couldn't be changed back without jeopardizing her self confidence and therefore her new job, and you were already too deep into your role as a submissive housewife to ever go back."

"It's true."

"And so now it's time for me to apologize. Pamela, I never meant to
hurt you or your career. I'm sorry."

"But it's my fault for starting it..."

"True, but I shouldn't have given in to my feelings of revenge. Can you
forgive me?"

"Oh, Jack..."

Jack squeezed another drop of pre-cum out of his penis. For some
reason, he had not lost his hard-on throughout this whole conversation.
"Here," he said, "lick this pre-cum from my fingers and then tell me
that you forgive me."

Jack held his wet fingers to my mouth, and I opened it and licked them clean. As I did, I felt my own penis growing harder -- was this making me horny?

"I forgive you."

"Good girl, Pamela. Anyway, we debated what to do about the situation, and then you came up with this crazy idea - I think it was some long-suppressed fantasy of yours - it was bizarre and perverted, but the more we talked about it, the more I realized it was a win-win-win-win situation all around."

"It was my idea? What was it?"

"Well, the way you saw it, rather than changing Janice to be less
demanding - which might also affect her job and her career, why not
make you more submissive?"

"Oh my God..."

"That's right. And if you were more submissive, then you would be more
willing to give over your life to Janice's desires, and then everyone
would be happy!"

"No way would I suggest that! There's no way I would let that happen to me. I'm not that submissive!"

"Exactly! And so that's why we decided to use the mind-control drug on you."

My heart fell into my stomach as the truth of the situation finally
became clear to me.

I think I had known all along, ever since my first blackout that I was
being mind-controlled by everyone around me, but to hear it spoken out
loud... was devastating.

"So..." I stammered, "what... what are my instructions?"

"Do you want to hear them? Are you sure?"

"Yes, I'm sure."

"Well, okay! Slave Pamela of *Rockville*."

And then suddenly, in my mind, I saw a folded piece of paper. The paper
unfolded and I read it's contents out loud:

"I want to smell and taste you. The more I taste you, the more I fall
in love with you. And the more I love you, the more I want to give my
will to your wishes and desires."

(Blink)

And then there I was, lying on the floor, with Jack, still completely
naked, still with the huge boner, standing over me.

"Are you okay, Pamela?" He said, with a worried look on his face.

I put a hand to my head, "I think so... what just happened?"

"Well, when I implanted the mind-control instructions into your head, I created two versions. The first version, when I say 'of Laurel', and
you blank out and don't remember anything, just like how it works with Janice. And the second version, when I say 'of Rockville', and you get to hear and remember your instructions."

Jack helped me back up to the bed and then sat next to me. Somehow, his penis was still hard, sticking up out of his lap like a flagpole. And what happened next was more shocking than anything I could have ever have predicted.

Jack took my hand by the wrist, placed it over his hard member, and
then gently curled my fingers around it.

It was hot and pulsing. Just touching it sent a thrill through my body, and I began to feel that familiar tingle jangling my nerves and causing my breath to come out in short gasps...

"Please, no... Jack..." I said, looking into his eyes. But somehow, I couldn't move my hand and it seemed to squeeze his member all of its own accord. "But..." I stammered, "does this mean... does this mean that I'm falling in love with you too?"

"What do you think?"

I gently stroked his penis, and I looked into his eyes. And then I
noticed the scent of his nude body, sweaty, musky, wonderful... and how
I wanted to lick it!

"But, that's not what I want!" I protested. "I never wanted to become
addicted to your body! I never wanted to fall in love with you!"

Just then, Jack's penis twitched and a couple of drops of pre-cum
leaked out the tip and dribbled down the shaft and on to my hands.
Unconsciously, I licked my lips.

Jack pulled me in closer and whispered into my ear. "No, you never wanted to fall in love with me, did you, Pamela? But that's exactly what's happening. Can't you feel the urge? You want to go down and suck my cock, don't you? Come on now, Pamela admit it!"

"No..." I moaned.

"Yes..." he hissed. "Admit it! Admit you want to taste me!"

Jack put a hand behind my head and started to force it down towards his
lap.

"That's right," he said, "come to daddy. Stick out your tongue and
taste my cock. You know you want to, you know you have to."

My face was just inches away now, and as Jack lifted his hips, his
penis bumped up against my lips, smearing them with pre-cum.

"Open up!" he said, pushing down harder, "open up like a good little
cock-sucking girl and take it in your mouth. You've already tasted me, and you know you want more!"

But I kept on fighting it, struggling for all I was worth. Somehow I knew that this was my last chance to salvage whatever was left of my old life. Somehow I knew that this was my final test.

But my unconscious desires were just too strong. As the wet smell of
his emissions entered my nose, I began to breath deeper, and as I did
that, my tongue darted out to taste the fluids on my mouth...

... and then I simply opened my mouth and accepted his cock into it.

"Yes!" Jack said, triumphantly. He thrust his cock up, filling my
mouth.

"Mmmmph!" I exclaimed. The taste was wonderful! I began to suck in
earnest. I was lost -- lost in his taste and feeling with every second
my love for him increase and my own will to resist fade away.

"Unh!" Jack said, grunting as I sucked his cock. "I will admit that you were right about one thing, Pamela. You never wanted to be submissive to me! But I knew that if I played my cards right, I could have the one thing I wanted most in the world... the one thing which has always been denied to me... the one thing which money could never buy."

I could barely hear him, so much was I concentrating on his cock. A
steady stream of pre-cum was now coming out, bathing my tongue in his
sexual essence.

"And do you want to know what that one thing is?" he asked.

Just then Jack held me down on his cock, his hands locked around my
head, his cock spasmodically jerking in my mouth.

I could feel it! He was coming!

"It's Janice!" He said. "She's the one I want! She's the one I've been
in love with ever since I met her! And now, all you have to do is taste
my sperm, and you will be *my slave* and you will have to do whatever
*I* want, and what I want is to have your wife for my own!"

FUCK FUCK FUCK! I thought to myself frantically. I struggled to get off
his cock, struggled to save whatever hope I had, wailing my arms and
legs...

But it was too late. Jack orgasmed and my mouth was filled with his
thick, wet, sticky sperm. Flowing into my mouth, covering my tongue,
filling my cheeks, it dribbled out everywhere. Jack must have been
saving up.

"Yes!!" Jack cried out.

He reached down around my head, and placed a hand over my mouth,
sealing it full of sperm before I could spit it out.

"Now taste, and swallow!" he hissed. "Taste it and swallow it, and
remember that you have to do what I want, and what I want is to have
your wife for my own!"

And I struggled, and squirmed, and weakly tried to pry his hands
away... but I couldn't! Part of me thinks that my heart just wasn't in
it anymore, part of me thinks that I deserved to lose Janice after what
I did to her, and part of me was just losing the energy to continue the fight.

And so after a few minutes of desperate struggle, I slumped into his arms. I had given up hope.

"Swallow," Jack instructed.

And I did.

Next, Jack began squeeze all of the sperm out of his shaft, scooping
each load into my mouth.

At first I refused, holding my mouth tight, but then Jack held my nose
shut, and so I was forced to open up.

And every time my lips parted, Jack scooped in more of his seed, and
every time I was forced to take more of it into my mouth, I felt my
objections fade further and further into the distance.

Until finally, I just opened my mouth and submissively accepted his
fingers, and when they were clean, I let Jack push my mouth to his wet
penis, which I licked clean.

"Be sure to swallow," he said.

And of course I did.

"What now?" I asked, when he was all cleaned up.

"Slave Pamela of Laurel," he said.

(Blink)

Chapter 24: The Next Day

"Aaaaugh!" I woke up with a start, sitting bolt upright.

I was in bed, the sun was shining, and I could hear Janice showering in
the master bathroom.

What had happened last night? I wondered. Some things were clear. I
went to talk to Jack upstairs in the guest bedroom. And then he told me
that I had been programmed with a dose of the mind control drug that he had saved in his refrigerator. But he had only done it because... I had asked for it? That I had wanted to become submissive and trapped?

I felt my penis stir inside my nightgown. Maybe it was true, I
reflected. Certainly, it would be best for Janice, who was relishing
her new personality as the dominant one in the relationship.

But there was something else, wasn't there? Something really important,
something I desperately had to remember... Something about Jack?

But try as I could, nothing definitive came to me. Something about Jack and Janice? Had they talked about me? What was it??

Damn.

"Pamela?" Janice called out from the shower.

I quickly put on some soft satin slippers and walked into the master
bath. "Yes, Janice?" I asked.

"Go upstairs and wake up Jack, would you? I don't want him to be late
for work. Thanks!"

***

But when I went up to Jack's room, he was already up, and naked.

"Oh!" I said, turning away and blushing. "Sorry..."

"No, come in!" Jack said, with a friendly wave. "No secrets between us anymore, now is there?"

"Uh... no, I guess not."

"Certainly not. By the way, I'd like to thank you for dinner last
night. It was wonderful."

"Why, thank you, Jack."

"And I certainly wouldn't say 'no', if you invited me back for dinner
again tonight."

A shot of fear ran through my body. There was something dangerous going
on... but what was it?

"Oh... I don't know, Jack. I think that Janice was hoping for an
evening alone, with just the two of us... you know, we have a lot to
talk about."

"Oh, sure, I understand... 'Slave Pamela of Rockville'."

"I want to smell and taste you. The more I taste you, the more I fall
in love with you. And the more I love you, the more I want to give my
will to your wishes and desires."

I staggered back against the doorjamb.

Jack looked at me with a predatory grin. "So, how about inviting me to
dinner tonight?" he asked again. "It is my most fervent *wish* and my
deepest *desire* that you do so."

"No..." I said, weakly, and then quickly ran out the door before Jack
could enslave me further.

***

It was obvious that I had to keep Jack away. He had something evil
planned... I don't know what... but something bad. But how! Already I
felt my love for him growing, and an almost irresistible urge to do his
bidding...

STOP THAT! I said to myself. You must resist!

By the time I was done with my shower, Janice had put out clothes for me to wear. They were the same as yesterday, polyester skirt and
jacket, nylon blouse with wide floppy lapels, pantyhose, underwear.
This time she added some foundation wear: a panty-girdle and waist
cinch. "To give you a more girlish figure," she said.

"If only you had your own breasts instead of having to wear these
beastly breast forms," Janice said. "Your figure would be so much
better -- and think of how wonderful it would be to have your nipples
rubbing against nice silky fabric all day?"

"Oh, I don't know..."

"But the surgery is so easy these days, it's just outpatient. And
really, it is my *wish* and *desire* that you have your own breasts."

Her words shot through me like a bolt, and I almost agreed right then
and there. But somewhere I found an ounce of inner strength left.

"Can I... Can I think about it?" I said, meekly.

"Of course! I'm not going to force you to do anything. Take your time."

By the time I was done getting ready for work, skin care, makeup, hair,
dressing, nails, etc. Janice and Jack were already at the breakfast
table, chatting over coffee.

"There she is!" Jack said. "And goodness, Pamela! Don't you just look like the perfect, obedient secretary."

I blushed at the put-down compliment. 'Damn him!' I thought to myself.

"I have something for you," Jack indicated a bowl on the table. "It's
just a little something I made for you -- just some vitamins and
protein to get the day started right!"

I went over, sat down at the table, and looked in the bowl.

It was sperm. Jack had ejaculated into the bowl, and now he expected me to eat it! I was speechless. I just looked up at both Janice and Jack in alarm.

"Here you go, dear," Janice said, handing me a spoon. "Wasn't that
thoughtful of Jack? Now I want you to be a good girl and make sure you
get every last drop."

It was disgusting as it sat there, puddled, no more than a couple of
spoonfuls.

"Here, let me help," Jack said, taking the spoon. He tilted the bowl,
scooped up some of the sticky fluid, and then held it up to my mouth.

"Nnnn, nnnn," I said, trying to say 'no' without opening my mouth. Why
didn't I just stand up and leave?? But somehow, I couldn't.

"Come on, it'll be good for you," Jack said, "and you know you need
your vitamins. And best of all, it tastes great!"

He was holding it so close that I could smell it... I felt my resolve
slip a bit.

"Come on, Pamela," Janice said, "open up and just accept it. Wasn't
Jack nice to have whipped this up for you? Don't be ungrateful."

My resolved slipped a little further, and my lips parted, just barely.

That was all it took. Jack slipped the spoon into my mouth and tilted
the contents onto my tongue.

I looked at them both, helplessly. My penis was getting painfully hard,
trapped in it's panty girdle. Why was this turning me on? Being
submissive, being humiliated, becoming trapped to the desires and
wishes of others... Was it true? Did I really want this?

Jack scrapped the bowl and was able to come up with nearly another
spoonful.

"Open up," he said.

By this time my resolve had all but slipped away. I obediently opened
my mouth and allowed Jack to give me the last spoonful of his sperm.

He used the spoon to scoop the few drops that dribbled down my chin
back into my waiting mouth. I swirled the sticky, slimy stuff around...
thoroughly enjoying the taste.

"And don't forget to swallow," giggled Janice. "Cause you know, all
good girls swallow."

I swallowed, and felt the slimy mixture slide down my throat.

I reached down and tried to adjust my penis. God it wanted to be hard!
But Janice had insisted that I push it down between my legs, to limit
any bulge that might show at the front of my skirt. Damn!

"Well! I guess we all need to get to work," Jack said, getting up from
the table. "But hey, Pamela, wasn't there something you wanted to ask
Janice? Something you offered to me?"

I looked at Jack, and then at Janice. They both looked directly at me.
I felt like a bug under a microscope.

"Oh yes, right..." I said. "I... well, it was..."

"Dinner?" Jack suggested.

"Yes, dinner," Unable to think of any other good lie, I was trapped.
"Janice, could Jack come to dinner tonight?"

And of course Janice loved the idea, and so it was settled.

I had lost again.

***

All day at work I racked my brains about what to do about Jack.

Should I pretend I was sick? But then Jack would probably come over to make sure I was okay. Should I tell Janice what Jack was up to? But
then she might start asking questions and it was entirely possible that she would find out about what I had done, and suddenly I realized something...

I was deeply in love with Janice. Of course, I always had been, but now
it felt stronger, truer, more real. I realized, finally, I was willing
to give up my life for her, so that she could be happy.

True love. After all we had been through. Who would have believed it
possible?

And then suddenly I realized that Jack must have been telling the
truth. I most certainly had asked him to implant the mind control
directive into my head - to make me more willing to accept whatever
Janice wanted with her new dominant personality.

After all, it takes two. If I'm having problems with the way Janice is forcing me to become more feminine, well her demands are only half the problem.

The other half is my acceptance of them.

And the problem can be solved either way. She can modify her demands -
become less demanding, or I can modify my acceptance of them.

And clearly, rather than tamper with Janice's mind, I had decided it
was better to change my own...

But still something was fishy. Jack's insistence that he be invited to dinner. And the fact that he was using my mind-control commands to bend me to his will...

Why?

I had to find someway to keep him away from Janice!

But how?

"Paul?"

I looked up from the computer.

"Daniel?" It was Daniel Carlson. My replacement.

"So it *is* you!" Daniel said, shocked. "Oh my God, I never would have believed it, but Betty in accounting, she made some remark, and I just had to see for myself. Oh my God, are you a faggot or something?"

"No! I just..."

"Just what? You must be a faggot. You like sucking on men's cocks?"
Daniel moved closer to me and grabbed his crotch, "You want to suck on mine?"

I tried to back away, but quickly bumped into the fabric wall of my
cubicle.

"Daniel, please. No, this is just something I'm doing for my wife..."

"Oh come on, you can't tell me that you willingly dress up like that in
public and are not a some kind of sick, perverted homo. Well, hey, if
you want to suck cock, then maybe I can help, huh? You want to suck my
cock?"

Daniel stepped forward and unzipped his pants, reached inside, and then
pulled out his penis. It was semi-hard, and growing.

"I mean, you're a fucking faggot, and I've got a cock, and hey, who
wouldn't want to shove their dick into a pretty red mouth like yours?"

"Please, Daniel, don't make me do this!" I was shivering in fear. Was
this what life was going to be like at the office from now on?

"Come on, on your knees, faggot. On your knees and open your mouth, or
I'll be sending an E-mail to everyone in the company telling them who you are, and then you'd be shit out of luck, wouldn't you?"

Daniel stepped closer and reached for my hair. Fight back! I screamed
to myself. Don't just take it!

But all I could do is cower before him. By now I was crying, tears
rolling down my cheeks, my mascara running, wet drops falling on my
thin nylon blouse.

"That's right, put those lips where they belong," he said, twisting my
hair and forcing me down to my knees.

"Mr. Carlson!" a voice said.

We both turned to look. Oh my God, it was Rachael!

"Oh, hey, Rachael," Daniel said, "We were just having some fun here,
weren't we, Paul?"

"Yes," I said, still scared of him. "That's right."

"In my office, Mr. Carlson, right now!" Rachael said, pointing.

"And you!" she said, pointing to me. "Go to the restroom and tidy up.
And when you're done, wait for me to call you."

***

After I got back from the restroom, I waited nervously. Rachael, I
mean, Miss Peterson, had closed the door to her office. I started
worrying that she was telling Daniel all about me, and I figured I
would be asked to come in and be his slave... or something.

Great. Janice, Jack, Rachael, and now Daniel. I started to tear up
again.

But then I saw a security guard approach Miss Peterson's office, knock on the door, and then enter.

And then a second later, Daniel and the security guard left together.

What was going on?

"Pamela, would you please come into my office?" Rachael said over the
intercom.

I pressed the button to respond, "Yes, Miss Peterson, right away."

As I entered her office, Miss Peterson shut the door behind me.

Miss Peterson pointed to the table in her office. "Put your hands on
the table."

I did as instructed.

Miss Peterson lifted the back of my skirt and slip over my back,
exposing my buns.

"Panty Girdle?" she remarked, "This will never do."

"I'm sorry, Miss Peterson," I said quickly, "Janice picked it out for
me. She said it would prevent any embarrassing bulges from showing up
to ruin the hang of my dress."

"Well, that's true. But I need easy access to these ass cheeks. From
now on, I want your ass cheeks to be bare. This means wearing only
thongs to work, and garters instead of pantyhose. Do you understand?"

"Yes, Miss Peterson, I understand."

"But for now..." she fetched a pair of scissors from her desk,
"...we'll just have to improvise."

Janice slipped a hand inside the panty girdle, pushed out the fabric,
pierced it with the scissors and then cut a round hole in the girdle
(as well as the pantyhose and underwear underneath) directly over my left bun. Then she did the same for the right one. I felt the cold air-conditioning on my bare buns. I shivered.

"There!" she said, triumphantly. She placed a hand on my bare buns and
stroked them, causing me to shiver. "Nice and bare. Now, Pamela, I want
to ask you a question."

"Yes, Miss Peterson?"

"Did you come on to Daniel in your office?"

"No Miss Peterson! I would never do that!"

"And why not?"

"Because, Miss Peterson, I would be much too embarrassed to do anything
like that in public."

***WHAP*** Miss Peterson hit my bottom hard with the whippy cane,
leaving a bright red stripe across my buns.

"AAAUGH!" I grunted. SHIT that hurt!

"Wrong answer!" Miss Peterson said. "Care to try again?"

I fumbled around for the right answer. "Because, Miss Peterson, proper secretaries should never become familiar with the staff?"

The cane sliced through the air and hit me again.

"HHSSST!" I hissed, trying hard not to scream.

"Wrong again! Care to try one more time?"

"Because... Because I'm not allowed to do anything in the office
without your permission?"

Once again I heard the cane slice through the air... I tensed... but it didn't land.

"That's correct! Good girl! You may go now."

I stood up, shaking, and gently feeling my behind. "What's going to
happen to Daniel?" I asked.

And in an instant, Miss Peterson forced me back down to the table,
pulled up my skirt, and then hit me again with the cane. ***WHAPP***

"Nooo..." I moaned, tears springing from my eyes.

"That was for asking an impertinent question," Miss Peterson said, "and
this," ***WHAPP***, the cane sliced through the air and into my poor
exposed bottom one last time, "is for reaching back to touch your ass
after disciplinary action. I've only given you a single stroke for each
offense. Next time, it will be two. You may stand up now."

I stood up, stopped myself just in time before I touched my backside
again, but instead just smoothed out my dress.

"You've learned some valuable lessons today, haven't you?"

I tried to smile through my tears, "Yes, Miss Peterson."

"Listen, Pamela. Daniel is a jerk. I've been looking for a reason to
fire his ass, so I suppose I should thank you for helping me out."

I think my eyes showed the shock I felt. Daniel? Fired? Because of me?
My head was swimming.

"That's right. Fired. Pamela, you are mine. And whatever humiliation
you feel at the office will come from me, and nobody else. Understand?"

I nodded. It was strange, especially having just received four vicious
strokes across my ass, but suddenly I felt a wave of relief pour
through me. Miss Peterson was going to protect me!

"Thank you, Miss Peterson!" I blurted out. "I... I... Thank you,
Ma'am." I was going to say 'I love you,' but decided at the last minute
that that wasn't appropriate for a secretary to say to her boss.

"Very good. Now go clean yourself up. And after you're done in the
bathroom, take this to Human Resources. It's Daniel's termination
agreement. And hurry! Because I'm horny as hell and I need you to hurry back and lick me!"

Chapter 25: My fate is sealed

I spent the whole day trying to think of ways to prevent Jack from
coming again for dinner, but I could not think of a single thing.

There was only one hope left. That Jack still held a shred of respect
for his old 'best friend', and wouldn't take advantage of my situation any further.

"How's dinner coming?" Janice asked as she stepped in the door.

"It's ready," I said. "Everything's in the warming drawer, and can be
served up at anytime."

"You are such a good housekeeper and cook!" Janice said, giving my ass
a little squeeze. "I'm just sorry that you didn't have time to change."

Janice was referring to my pink 'secretary uniform', which I was still wearing from work.

"And what's this?" Janice felt my buns again, and then lifted my skirt
up. "Goodness! How did this happen?"

And so I explained Miss Peterson's edict that I must keep my buns bare
while at work.

"Hmmmm... well I think we can get you something called a 'gaff' to hide your penis while at work. Of course, at home, I like it when I see that you're sexually excited. In fact, I wish and desire that you be
sexually excited all the time while at home, or at least as often as
possible."

Just her saying the words 'wish' and 'desire' were enough to get me
hard. It seemed that I was becoming more and more sexually focused, and
just about any little thing would set me off.

"My goodness, look at these red marks - what did she spank you with?"

"A cane," I hung my head.

"Wow, she's strict. And you let her?"

"Yes."

"Did you like it?"

I felt my penis shift inside what was left of the panty girdle. How to
answer?

"Yes," I said, my face blushing with shame.

***

"Hello, Jack," I said, "come on in. Let me take your coat and briefcase."

Jack walked in and handed me his things, which included a large
shopping bag.

"What's in the bag?" I asked.

"Pamela, you shouldn't be so nosy. It's a secret! Now... shouldn't you
give me a 'welcome home' kiss?"

"What?" I asked, shocked. A welcome home kiss?? But this was MY home!
Not HIS! "No, Jack. I don't think Janice would approve."

"Oh, I'm sure she'd be okay with it..." Jack reached for me, but I
backed quickly away and went to the living room where Janice was
already relaxing with her wine.

"Jack's here," I announced.

"Hi honey," Jack said, with a grin

"Hello dear," Janice responded.

They both looked at me. 'Dear'? 'Honey'? What was going on here?

"Pamela wouldn't give me a kiss to welcome me home," Jack said, with a
pout.

"Really? Now Pamela, that's not being very friendly. You know better
than that. Now you just put those things down and go give Jack a nice
kiss. That's a good girl."

Blushing furiously, I carefully put down Jack's briefcase, the shopping
bag (with it's mysterious contents), and his jacket, and then went to
give him a chaste kiss on the cheek.

But Jack was having none of it. He took my head in his hands and landed
a scratchy kiss right on my lips!

"That's better!" Jack said.

"Indeed!" Janice said. "In fact, Pamela, I think that this is how you
should greet Jack every time he comes to visit. Wouldn't you like that, Jack?"

"Yes I would. In fact, I wish and desire it."

I groaned.

"Except I think you kept your mouth closed, didn't you Pamela?" Janice
observed. "Why don't you try it again, but this time with your mouth
open?"

I looked at her, shocked.

"But Janice..." I said, softly. "Do you really think..."

She cut me off, "Yes, I do. Now, be a good girl and give Jack a nice
kiss for me, mouth open."

This time Jack didn't move a muscle, but just stood, looking at me with
expectation, as I slowly turned towards him, and walked to stand in
front of him.

But still he didn't move! I was going to have to kiss him, all of my
own accord.

And so I stepped closer, put my hands around *his* head, bent it
slightly down, and then reached up with my mouth and...

... and kissed him. On the lips. With my mouth slightly parted.

And soon Jack responded, kissing me back, thrusting his tongue in my
mouth.

And then something inside me shifted... and I went from being repelled by his kiss to actually enjoying it. Or, if not so much enjoying the kiss itself, then perhaps enjoying the humiliation of it.

And as we kissed, I felt me penis growing uncomfortably hard in my
panty girdle, trapped between my legs where it was unable to do much
more than cause me extreme discomfort. I moaned in pain.

"She likes it," Jack said, breaking the kiss.

***

"I just can't believe that's Paul underneath," Jack said.

I had fetched a glass of wine for Jack and we were all now seated in
the living room. Jack and Janice were sitting together on the sofa,
with Janice leaning - ever so slightly - into him. I was perched on a chair to the side.

While I was in the kitchen pouring the wine, I took the opportunity to
free my penis from it's painful position in the panty girdle.

They were studying me.

"I know, doesn't he just make the prettiest girl? Better looking a girl than a man, I think," Janice complemented.

"Oh certainly. I've never been attracted to men, or even transvestites, but Pamela -- well, I certainly find her attractive. Of course, it may be simply that I know she's my old best friend, underneath."

"Oh dear," Janice observed, "look at the poor dear! She's blushing!"

"My goodness, she is! Do you find our discussion humiliating?" Jack
asked me.

"Yes," I mumbled.

"Of course she does, Jack, wouldn't you? But here's the weird thing.
Pamela just *loves* to be humiliated. Don't you Pamela?"

"No, Janice, I don't!"

"Of course you do. Remember that night we had dinner and I spat in your food?"

"You did what?" Jack looked at her, amazed.

"I spat in her food. And you know what? Like a little submissive
kitten, she just ate it. And then afterwards, she admitted that she
enjoyed being humiliated. Isn't that right, Pammy?"

I took in a sharp breath, hearing her call me 'Pammy'. Please no, I
prayed, don't call me that.

"Pammy? I like that!" Jack said. "Well, answer her, Pammy. Did you like being humiliated?"

"No..." I said, unconvincingly, reaching down and adjusting the hem of my secretary skirt.

"My God, I think she's getting hard just sitting there listening to us
talk about her!" Jack said, amazed. "You are, aren't you?"

"I refuse to answer."

"Hah! I knew it. Well, okay then. If you don't get excited being
humiliated, then you won't mind making a little bet with me."

"A bet?"

"Yes, a bet. I have a new dress in that shopping bag, which I bought on
my way here. If you can wear the dress for an hour, without getting an erection, then I will concede that you do not like to be humiliated in front of Janice or me."

"I can do that!" I was confident. After all, it was just a dress! I had been wearing dresses for months now. It was no problem.

"Oh, I like it!" Janice said, excitedly, "but let's raise the stakes,
shall we?"

Uh-oh.

"Sure!" said Jack. "What do you suggest?"

"Oh no Jack," Janice said, "that's not how we play this game. You see,
Pamela must agree to the game *first*, and only then do I tell her the rules. Isn't that right, Pamela?"

"Yes, that's true."

"Not a very smart way to play a game, is it, Pamela?" Janice asked.

"No... I guess not," but it was true, I realized. I had always agreed to the game before the terms were laid out.

"So, do you agree to follow my rules and let me set the stakes?"

I gulped. But how could it go wrong? All I had to do was to wear a
dress. For an hour. No problem. And then I would prove to Janice I
didn't want to be humiliated in public, and then maybe things might
start going back to the way they were!

"Okay, I agree."

Jack just looked at me and shook his head.

"Excellent!" Janice said. "Okay, just to make it interesting: If Pamela wins the bet, then she gets to choose all her own clothing when she at home."

"Yay!" I said, hopefully. "That would be wonderful!" Finally!
Comfortable clothes!

"But if she loses the bet," Janice said, her voice edged with warning.
"Then she must agree, without complaint, to let Jack sleep with me, whenever he wants. From now on."

There it was.

Janice snuggled up to Jack and put an arm around his shoulder.

"You see, Pamela, Jack and I have been seeing each other for a while
now. He's such a wonderful listener, listening to all my problems and
making such helpful suggestions. And you know what? He's a man. And
he's got a cock, which is bigger and harder than yours. And at some
point I just discovered that I was missing a man in my life."

I started to cry. It seemed like I was crying a lot these days.

"Oh, hush, sweetie, don't cry," Janice said. "After all, I still love you too. And you're my husband. At least for the moment. And you make me sooo horny, I can't tell you! But a girl has other needs too, do you understand?"

Mute, unable to speak, I nodded my head.

"Of course you do. And Jack fills those needs. He *fills* them well,
don't you Jack?"

"I sure do!"

And then the two of them turned to each other and kissed... long and
deep.

It was clear to me now that I had been beat. Jack had been planning
this for a long time, perhaps from the very beginning, looking for a
way to steal Janice from me.

And it was also clear to me that he had already succeeded, before I
even was aware fully of what was going on.

But there was just one slim hope.

"What..." I gulped, "what happens if I win the bet?" I asked.

"Well, I don't think that's very likely, do you?" Janice asked.

"I don't know..."

"I mean, look! You're already hard just listening to me."

I looked down, shocked. Indeed, my penis, the traitor, was still hard.
Janice's humiliating lecture, becoming a cuckolded sissy husband -- I had never been so humiliated in my life. And it turned me on. God how it turned me on. Shit.

"But hey," Janice continued, "just to be fair. If you win the bet, then
I dump Jack and he has to leave."

"What??" Jack said. "We never talked about this!"

"Jack, honey, it's going to be fine," Janice said, soothingly.

So there was hope! My heart leapt with joy. There was still a chance!

But as I watched Janice and Jack arguing about the new terms, I
realized something. Janice's dominant personality was already starting to triumph over Jack. He too would be pulled into her web. How or when it would happen would be anybody's guess.

"So let's get started!" Janice said, gleefully. "Pamela, please take
off all your clothes."

I stood up and started to walk to the bedroom.

"STOP!" Janice said, sharply. "Take them off right here, in the living
room."

And so, nodding, I did as instructed, taking off each item and laying it neatly over the back of a chair. First the shoes. Next, the pink polyester jacket and the skirt. And then the nylon blouse.

And Janice and Jack just sat there, sitting on the sofa, watching me
strip.

"Wait!" Janice said, when I was down to underwear. "Turn around! Jack,
look what Rachael did!"

And, deeply embarrassed, I turned around and showed Jack the holes cut
out of the buns of my panty girdle.

"Why would she do that?" Jack asked.

"For easier spanking!"

"Ahhhh, excellent idea."

Uh-oh, I thought to myself.

"Okay, Pamela, continue," Janice motioned.

Next I removed my bra, breast forms, pantyhose (which also had holes in
the butt), and panty girdle.

And there I stood, naked, in front of my wife and my best friend.

"And he's still hard!" Jack said, amazed. "Look! He's lost the bet
already!"

"Don't you mean 'she's' lost the bet already?" Janice said, correcting
him.

"Oh right, 'she'."

"But it is kind-of a problem, isn't it?" Janice said, looking at me.

I looked down, embarrassed, and hard.

"Go fetch some ice in a plastic zip-lock," Janice commanded.

Thankful for the help, I padded to the kitchen, filled up a bag with
ice, zipped it shut and brought it back to the living room.

"Give it here," Janice said, holding her hand out.

***Crunch*** Janice pressed it directly onto my hard cock, mashing the ice into it.

"Aaaah!!!" I shouted. "COLD!"

"Of course it's cold! Sissy. Now just hold still, and we'll get this
down in no time."

Actually, it took a while, but eventually my penis grew soft. And all the while I just stood there, letting Janice mashed the ice into my crotch, shivering. And Jack just sat there on the sofa next to Janice, smirking.

"Very good," she said, handing me the bag of ice. "Now go put this in
the sink, and then let's open up Jack's shopping bag, shall we?"

While in the kitchen, I used a dishtowel to dry off my poor, abused
member.

I returned to the living room and pulled out the shopping bag.

"Take out the plastic bag of panties," Janice said.

"You... you know what's inside?" I stammered, shocked.

"Of course I know what's inside, silly! Jack and I have talked about
this. Now take out the plastic bag of panties, open it, and put one
on."

I searched through the bag and found the panties. It was a three-pack
of plain, white, cotton panties.

This was going to be easy! I thought to myself. Simple cotton panties -
very un-sexy.

And so I tore open the bag, took out a pair, and put it on. It was a
high-waisted, conservative, boring style.

And then I had a thought... These were just 'boring', 'simple',
'plain', 'everyday' panties. Panties that any real woman might wear.

Somehow, I realized I was crossing another line. A line between 'role
playing' and reality. From fantasy, costume dress-up, to real woman's
clothing.

Already I felt my penis begin to grow. SHIT, I thought to myself. STOP
THAT.

"Now, find the bra and put it on."

I shuffled through the bag and found the bra. It was a simple, plain
white, nylon bra. I tore the tags off and put it on, reaching behind me to fasten the hooks.

Nothing special there. And yet... my cock twitched again. Nothing
special, everyday, ordinary... what an ordinary, everyday woman might
wear every day to work.

"Very good. Now put on the stockings," Janice instructed.

What? I thought to myself. No garters?

I found the package of stockings easily and opened it up. They were
thigh-high, white stockings. The kind which stay up on their own with
rubber inside the leg holes (which were plain, by the way, no lace).

I pulled on the stockings. They gripped my thighs snugly. Why white? I wondered. Why not something sexier, like red? Or black? With seams?
With lace? They were so... utilitarian.

I stood before Janice and Jack in stockings and underwear. Jack looked
on with amusement, obviously waiting for the main event.

"Okay," Janice continued. "Penis still soft? Good. Now, before we put
on the dress, we need to redo your accessories. They are fine for a
secretary in the office, but the look I'm going for is something
simpler. So, please take off your earrings and necklace, and here, put
on these silver studs."

I took off my jewelry and exchanged it for the silver studs, which I
put into my ears and fastened.

"And don't forget your breast forms."

I fetched them from the chair and inserted them into my bra.

"Very good. Now, it's time. Take out the largest box and open it up." I
took out the box, put it on the floor and opened it up.

And when I saw the dress, I realized that there was more in store for
me than 'just' allowing my wife to sleep around. It suddenly became
clear that my life would be turned completely upside down and would
never, ever be the same.

Because... the dress was a maid's uniform.

I looked up in horror and saw both Janice and Jack smiling back at me.
I was to become their maid???

I looked back down at the uniform. There was no mistake.

It was a simple, grey striped, 75% polyester/25% cotton uniform. The
kind that Jennifer Lopez wore in 'Maid in Manhattan'. The kind you
might see at any hotel. It was a "Junior Cord Housekeeping Dress".

The skirt fell to just below the knee. The sleeves were short, just
above the elbow, and were hemmed with a simple white-cotton stripe. The collar was simple, with white lapels. I blushed in shame, looking at it. I was no longer going to be Janice's husband. I was no longer going to fill that role for her. Instead, I was destined to become her maid. Her domestic. When I got home from working as a secretary, I would be put to work as a housekeeper: running the household, keeping it tidy, cooking the dinners, doing whatever personal service was required.

"He's already lost the bet," Jack observed.

I looked down. It was true. My penis was completely hard. The more
subservient I became, the harder it got. And this seemed to be the most
subservient possible position. Not some maid dressed in some stupid
white French Maid's 'costume', but a simple, blue-collar housekeeper,
whose simple grey polyester/cotton dress with white trim told everyone
that she was here to serve. To be meek and obedient. To stay out of
site unless needed.

"The bet's not over yet. He has to actually wear the entire outfit, and
then we'll see. Go ahead, Pamela, put it on."

I opened up the dress and stepped into it, pulling it up, over my body, inserting my arms in the sleeves, and then pulling it over my
shoulders. It buttoned up the front, in such a way that most of the
buttons were hidden beneath a fold of fabric, except for the top
button.

As I buttoned up each button and I felt the dress pull tighter around
my torso. I was becoming more and more trapped. Trapped in my
subservient role. Trapped and with no hope of escape.

When I was done with the buttons, I tied the tie in back, pulling the
dress snugly about my waist, and giving me a more womanly figure.

"You're looking very professional," Janice complemented me. Now,
there's just a couple of more items. First, the apron. It should be in
the same box."

I sifted through the tissue paper and found the apron. It was a short,
tea apron, white, cotton, which hung down from my waist to my knees,
and covered my entire front. It had two handy pockets in front.

I tied it around my waist and waited for further instructions.

"And now finally, the cap and shoes."

The cap was a simple white cotton arc, trimmed with gentle ruffles, on
an elastic band. I slipped the band over my head, so the arc was
perched on top of my head, towards the front. The shoes were simple
black flats with short, 1/2 heels. I slipped them on my feet, and then
stood before them for inspection.

Both Janice and Jack clapped with delight.

"You look wonderful!" Janice said, with enthusiasm. "Of course, real
maids today don't wear caps, but well, I'm just so traditional." Janice turned to Jack and gave him a long, soul-searching kiss. "Look dear!"
she said to him. "I have my own domestic servant! My own maid! I have always wanted my own maid."

"Really?" Jack asked.

"Yes! Ever since I was a little girl. A maid who would take care of me, and fetch sandwiches for me, and just handle my every need. All
silently, of course. And all out of simple love for her mistress."

Mistress. There it was. I think this was the first time that Janice
used that word. She was my mistress, and I was her servant.

Her maid.

"Now, before I check to see if you lost the bet, Pamela, I think you
need a spanking. Don't you?"

"Yes, Janice," I said, looking down at the ground.

"Oh, and that's not how a maid should address her mistress, is it? I think you should call me Ma'am from now on. Okay?"

"Yes, Ma'am."

"And, of course, you'll call Jack 'sir'."

"Yes, Ma'am. Yes, Sir."

"Very good. Now lift up your dress to your waist, and bend over."

Janice got up off the sofa, and pulled a small wooden paddle from where it had been laying on the end-table.

I lifted my dress and leaned over.

"Let's say, 10 nice hard spanks?" she said. "Just to set the right tone for the start of our new life together, don't you think?"

"Yes, Ma'am. Thank you, Ma'am."

And that's exactly what she did. 10 hard strokes on my white cotton
panty covered ass.

And they hurt! Not nearly as bad as the cane, but God did they hurt!

I was sniffling by the time she was done.

I lowered my dress and curtseyed to Janice. "Thank you, ma'am," I said.
"Thank you for taking the time to administer my proper correction."

"Why Pamela, you are ever so welcome. And I'm sure that you know you'll be spanked every day, from now on, don't you?"

"Yes ma'am. Thank you ma'am."

"That's a very good girl. Now let's have a check to see how you're
doing on that bet of ours."

Janice walked over to me and reached down to lift up the hem of my
skirt.

"Now, let me think," she said, teasingly. "What were the terms of the bet again?"

"Yes, ma'am. If I win, ma'am, I get to choose what clothes I wear
around the house, ma'am. But if you win, ma'am, I will have to let Jack
share your bed whenever he wishes, ma'am."

"Why, that's right. Isn't it?" Janice grasped the hem, holding it up so my hard penis was there for all to see. "Well gosh, Pamela, those are pretty harsh terms, aren't they? I mean, if you lose... if your penis is hard..." she took a conspicuous look at my hard penis clearly outlined by the cotton panties, "then you are no longer the man of the house, isn't that right?"

"That's right, ma'am," I said, with my eyes lowered.

"And if you aren't the man of the house, then what are you?" she said,
sounding truly puzzled. "You can't be the woman of the house, after
all, that's me, isn't it?"

"Yes, ma'am."

"And, like we already said, you can't be the man of the house, because that would be Jack. The man who is sharing my bed. Isn't that right?"

"Yes, ma'am."

"So... what would you be?"

I looked directly into her eyes.

"I would be the maid, ma'am."

Janice's smile was positively beaming.

"Yes, that's right, Pamela. You would be the maid. Now, let's check to see if you won or lost the bet."

Janice reached forward and squeezed my penis.

"Oh my God, Jack, you won't believe this!" she said.

"What? It can't be soft, can it?"

"No, of course not. It's as hard as diamond. No, look! I just barely
touched him and he came!"

And Janice held up my skirt, clearly displaying my twitching cock and
the creamy wet spot, which appeared on the front of my panties and then
began to slowly spread.

* - * - * - *

Epilogue

And so I became the submissive maid at home, and the submissive
secretary in the office. And life became an unending series of sexual
humiliations, spankings, and dress up.

Janice and Jack never again used my mind-control command. I think they
both decided that I was 'submissive enough'. Basically, they wanted me
to squirm under the indignities of my humiliation, and not get too used
to it.

And the indignities piled up. First, Jack moved in and took my place in
the bedroom, sleeping with Janice every night. This forced me to move
into my old office -- fitting, actually, considering that that was
where I first got into trouble. My old home computer was removed and
replaced with an armoire.

Janice, of course, wanted me to look ever more feminine. So she paid
for breast implants, nose and chin adjustments, vocal chord
adjustments, and liposuction. By the time I was done, I could no longer
recognize myself in the mirror.

And as I became more and more feminine, Jack became more and more
interested in 'using' me. Not only was I required to kiss him every day
when he got home from work, but I became his constant sexual plaything.
I would be required to sit in his lap, a vibrator up my ass, while he
played with my breasts. I would have to kneel for hours with his penis
in my mouth (my hands tied behind my back) as he watched TV. And at any
time of night he could come into my 'servant's quarters', turn me on to
my stomach, lift my nightgown, and rape my ass.

And for that reason, I was required to sleep without panties and to
keep a tube of KY Jelly on my night stand, just in case.

Privacy became a thing of the past. The doors to both my bedroom and my
bathroom were removed. Anyone walking by, including houseguests, could see me dressing, going to the bathroom, having a shower, sleeping, or being fucked.

And they often did. Janice and Jack both had lots of friends, and they
were all invited over to spend the night, or a weekend, or a week, or
even a month.

So it became not uncommon for strangers to stand by my door, watching me dress or undress, or watching me go to the bathroom.

And each time was freshly embarrassing, having to admit my role in the household as maid and servant and fuck toy. And having to offer my services to whoever came to visit, and being unable to turn down any request, no matter how intimate.

Things would always start out the same. Testing the waters, the guest
would ask for something small, like to touch my breast, or for me to
put a hand on his cock. When they saw that I willingly did these
things, they would quickly escalate their demands: kissing, oral sex,
hand jobs, personal body washing, and anal sex all became pretty
frequent. Unfortunately, only a couple of times have female guests
asked to be penetrated.

But I guess that's only fitting... since I'm just the maid.

Occasionally I would be in the shower, and someone with a hard penis or a wet pussy would come in and demand to be washed or serviced. (But, in truth, I came to especially enjoy these wet, slippery intrusions.)

I'll never forget the time Janice invited her college friend over,
because she came with her two teenage boys. They couldn't believe their luck as they passed me back and forth all night long.

Life at work became not much different - except with more and harder spankings. God did Miss Peterson like to use the cane! Every single day I would get at least one swat, and most days I would get several. Only on weekends would the stripes on my backside have a chance to fade.

And of course she became addicted to anal rim jobs, and so I spent all
kinds of time at work with my face nestled between her buns, licking
away.

And Miss Peterson also made good on her threat to loan my services to
others in the company. Betty turned out to be a lesbian who wanted her
pussy licked at least once a day. Rick (Daniel's replacement) would
often ask to nuzzle my breasts while he jerked off, after which I would
be required to swallow his sperm.

And so, life was pretty fun at the office, too.

And after a couple of years, Miss Peterson tore up my employment
contract and gave me the pieces to burn. It was no longer necessary,
she said, since I was fully addicted to her anyway (I was), and having
such a contract around would be dangerous for everyone if it were ever discovered.

And somehow, through all of this -- all of the sex, all of the
humiliation, all of the other people in our lives, Janice and I came to
love each other more and more.

I actually think that it helped when I became her official 'clean up
girl' - the one who would lick her pussy clean. Essentially, it became
Janice's goal to never touch her own pussy. That's my job, and it
caused major changes in our routine.

She had a bell, which she carried with her. And whenever she rang the
bell, I was to report for cleanup.

First, of course, after sex I was required to lick her pussy clean of
her feminine lubrication and Jack's sperm. Of course, I came to love
doing that, because every time I did I got hornier and hornier, and
more subservient.

Second, less delightful, was whenever she went to the bathroom.
Whatever drops of urine were on her pussy hairs, and whatever urine was
still hanging between her pussy lips, this was my responsibility to
lick and clean up.

Third, perhaps the strangest, was in the shower. Janice would ring the
bell, and I would be required to lather up my tongue and lips with
soap, and then to use my mouth and face to soap her pussy.

And fourth, the most disgusting - and the one I had the hardest time
getting used to - was when she was menstruating. No, I did not have to
lick the blood from her vagina, but I was required to insert and remove
the tampon, and do other cleanup.

Of course, I gradually began to enjoy these moments together. After
all, they made us so much more intimate together.

And then, every so often, Janice would schedule 'girls night', where
she would treat me to an evening out. She would delight in choosing an expensive evening gown for me, and the two of us would go out to a
fancy dinner, then the opera or ballet, and then finally an evening
alone together, just the two of us (typically in the guest bedroom),
where I would lick and suck her pussy and asshole to multiple orgasms.

And so our love for each other flourished, and grew stronger than ever.

But of course, I was still the maid, and I knew my place.

It wasn't until about five years after moving in, that Jack let slip
that he had implanted another, unused, mind control command into my
subconscious.

Of course, he refuses to tell us what it does or what the keyword is to unlock it.

I often thought that Jack might have a submissive streak in him, somewhere.

I wonder?

(The end)

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