In the office

 

After that meeting with Mistress at the weekend. The next Monday morning  at work I was told I had been promoted and moved to a new floor in the office, with immediate effect.

I didn’t need to take anything with me just to go up to that floor straight away.

The floor was exclusively for female senior managers in a very friendly open plan office. Except the head of department and meeting room. All the Ladies had large desks fancy leather executive chairs and multi screen computers. My desk was tiny had a plain wooden chair and no computer. It was also right next to the kitchenette and the expensive coffee machines.

My new duties were mainly fetching &  filing for them, making drinks, cleaning up and acting as a receptionist for them.

This was actually a major demotion for me as my previous role had been as data, and database analyst.

The head of department was also the Lady, Mistress had been taking to in the club before I had been sent home.

She was head of this department and a senior partner in the business.

Mistress had called me  midway through the morning and asked me how the new job was going. This was unusual in itself as Mistress never called during the day and I was not normally allowed to take personal calls at work.

But quite obviously She had known about my new job long before I had been told.

Miss A *her surname*, Mistresses friend called me into Her office. Our call was transferred to Facetime on the big TV screen mounted on the wall. The office door was left open so all the other ladies could hear our conversation.

She told me I no uncertain terms that any silly complaints or misgivings that I might have were completely unacceptable to Her and that She totally approved of my more suitable role.

Moreover all my wages would be kept by Miss A for Mistress and my rent and food, clothing allowance would be paid at Her discretion.

Mistresses friend who I was only ever allowed to refer to as Miss A handed me a little white waitress half apron to wear over my feminine slacks.

I was to wear this at all times except when male colleagues were expected on the floor.

I also had to refer to the other women on the floor as Miss *surname* or just Miss etc.

Moreover I was to curtsy whenever they spoke to me before and after replying.

Miss A showed me a picture on Her desk. It was Her own house sissy, in a very pretty maids uniform, smiling submissively as she did some housework. There was another picture frame too. A digital frame which changed the picture every 10 seconds or so, showing Her sissy was in a variety of poses. In one of them She appeared to be kneeling before a man between his knees, and another with her bent over on  a bed, with her bottom in the air, skirt pulled back.

Miss A saw me glancing with furtive embarrassment at this frame and laughed.

‘You are quite an innocent little thing and virginal aren’t you sissy?’

‘Yes Miss I am Miss, thank you Miss.’ I curtsied.

She patted my bottom, right on the butt plug base.

‘Don’t you worry that pretty little head of yours with those images sissy, I’m sure you will learn all about them later on if your Mistress wants you too.’

 ‘Yes Miss thank you Miss.’ I curtsied again.

All the other ladies in this office knew about Miss A and Her house sissy. And were also actively interested in the lifestyle. In fact this office and company, and a whole network of other high powered establishments, were committed to advancing and facilitating the lifestyle. In some circles having a house sissy who performed the traditional housewife role was considered quite a normal and acceptable accessory for the modern liberated woman.

Wearing the chastity device & butt plug in the office was very exciting and distracting for me. Especially as the steadily increasing dosage of hormones took effect. I would go home on the subway squirming with excitement, and in danger of bursting into tears at any moment.

After my first week in the new office Miss A had commented on my tearful state and said pathetic sissies shouldn’t be alone on public transport, then She had kindly started taking me home in Her car or taxi after work most evenings.

This was still very nice for me as I often felt especially vulnerable and tearful on public transport. And I was quite pathetically  grateful to Her.

She would walk me to my door and wait for me to open the door and curtsy, before saying ‘Thank You and good evening Miss’.

She would always pat my bottom patronizingly after I curtsied  to Her before going inside. Always managing to pat my butt plug, making me very aware of it.

I would go inside in tears Wishing She would come inside just to keep me company but She never did, as I was already spoken for and not Her sissy, or an unattached sissy to amuse herself with.

The girls in the office as the Ladies liked to be called were all very nice to me, teasing and patronizing but nice.

They taught me how to apply nail varnish and lip gloss. Although no colours my nails were perfect and glossy as were my plushed lips. They brought me  a pair of black patent leather maids boots, similar to the white one from the club with pink soles. They also gave me a little highly polished fake leather jacket to wear. It was cut short at the waist and zipped to the girls side. When I went out at lunch for their lunches I wore the jacket and boots, but thankfully no apron. I also wore the jacket and boots and on the way home on the subway.

I did get some funny looks in the elevators and corridors of the office from the other men. But no comments and mostly they ignored me.

In the office whenever men were expected on our floor I was allowed to hurriedly remove my apron. Then one afternoon Miss A had a meeting with several male colleagues in Her office.

I had been in Her office cleaning Her desk when they arrived.

They immediately commented on my apron.

‘Does ‘she’ always wear such a pretty little apron ?’

‘Usually only when ‘she’ is serving drinks.’ Miss A replied to much laughter

I desperately wanted to run away and hide, instead Miss A had me fetch coffee for all the them.

One of the men patted my bottom as I served him coffee, right on the butt plug. I had squirmed and blushed. Miss A and he had exchanged smiles just before She excused me from the room.

One time The man who had commented on my apron came to the floor on his own to visit Miss A. I had removed my apron seeing him come out of the elevator but Miss A came out of Her office told me to put my apron back on and bring He and She coffees.

He had smirked at me when I entered with the coffees and patted my bottom when I served him his cup. My butt plug suddenly felt huge as he patted it making me very self aware of it.

“Very pretty in your apron.’

‘What do you say sissy?’

I looked at Miss A, not sure what to say.

‘Miss ?’

‘Say Yes Sir thank You Sir, sissy.’

I stammered ‘Thank you Sir…Yes Sir, Thank You Sir’

‘And curtsy sissy, Sir is a real man, not a sissy like you.’

‘Yes Miss thank You Miss.’

I curtsied  ‘Yes Sir, Thank You Sir’

He patted my bottom again.

‘Very good sissy’

I curtsied  ‘Yes Sir, Thank You Sir’

‘Good sissy, you are learning.’ Miss A said

‘Yes Miss thank You Miss.’

‘You may go now sissy close the door after you.’

‘Yes Miss thank You Miss.’

The girls in the office kept me busy Miss A & Sir were in Her office for about an hour.

I was called in and told to fetch Miss A coffee and  a cigarette. Sir was leaving. They both looked very flushed and the room smelled quite strongly but sweetly of sweat. Miss A went out and chatted to the girls while I tidied Her office and sprayed air freshener and scent everywhere.

Sir was a regular visitor to the floor. One time when I was feeling very emotional I had burst into tears after serving them coffee and leaving them alone in Miss A office.

Two of the girls sat together at a desk and called me over.

‘I just cant help thinking about Miss A’s sissy waiting for Her at home.’

The two Ladies exchanged knowing looks and smiled. They gave me little glass of strong sherry. I wasn’t usually allowed alcohol.

‘You are a sweet innocent thing.’

They laughed patting my bottom, always managing to hit the base of my plug.

‘Yes Miss thank You Miss.’

‘Of course her sissy is waiting at home, but she is locked up just like you sissy and will be busy with housework sissy.’

‘Yes Miss thank You Miss.’

‘You will understand properly soon enough sissy’

‘Yes Miss thank You Miss.’

They had sent me for coffee and biscuits to keep me busy.

 I spent the evenings in my flat busy at my chores & just longing for Mistress to call.

This went on for months and every week Mistress increased the dosage of my hormones. & every 3 weeks or so Mistress would send the delivery woman round with a smaller chastity device to swap with my current confinement. The hormones were making my already insignificant clitty and cherries get smaller and softer. Mistress called it Her little seraglio.

I had been mostly very content, at the office, with the girls  and meeting Mistress regularly at the club. Apart from being very emotional and tearful I enjoyed being told what to do in the office and the friendly teasing. One more than one occasion a couple of the girls said they would love to spank me, or to see Sir put me over his knee and spank me. I had found this idea to be very embarrassing as although I was happy to be a sissy with the girls and Mistress I wasn’t gay or bi and wasn’t at all comfortable around Sir.

Then one Monday morning I was informed that this was to be my last day at the office and I would be permanently moving in with Mistress as Her sissy maid.

The ladies in the office all had wine and cake to celebrate.

Because I was on a strict diet I wasn’t allowed any of the cake or wine but I did get to serve it.