Hey, it's like I wrote this contract!

Not everything is a forced femme story...

I must have sat in that antechamber, reading over the contract, for hours.  I had passed through the interview process and passed all their tests with flying colors.  And that was all to be expected, as I had a master’s degree in business and had worked as a manager at AT&T and General Electric before this. So naturally having hired and utilized personal assistants for several years, I could expect to get a job as one.   I normally wouldn’t put myself in the situation to get a job like this, but times were tough.  Most companies kept cutting out various levels of management putting more and more of us on the market for fewer and fewer jobs.  And worst, most of them were promoting within, actually giving the executive assistants jobs directly in management. 

So… that’s how I applied at this company for a job as a glorified secretary.  I have to admit, when I put my application in it hit that special nerve.  I mean, exactly how many stories have I written about men being made over into sexy submissive secretaries.   Being bullied and manhandled and made to be flirty and openly sexual with their bosses?  How many times did I read and play “Swimming in the Pool” over at Locked in Lace?  How much time did I spend playing as forcibly feminized girl in the Office Services department at D+X?

So naturally through this entire process I kept getting that nerve tweaked.  Not that anybody ever did anything to directly hit that fetish button.  Everybody was entirely professional and open to a man being a personal assistant.  In fact, my knowledge kept me in the running for most of the jobs I applied to.  But this was the first one that had pulled the trigger and made the job offer.  It’s just this contract… I swear I could have written it into one of my fantasies.  It doesn’t say anything overt unless you’re looking at it from a perverted kinky perspective. 

I mean, of course they get to set the terms of appropriate attire.  That doesn’t mean that as a secretary I’d have to wear stockings, skirts, and open topped blouses.   Yes, there’s the whole section on health and how every employee would require exercise regiments and other methods to keep up their high standards.  But this is a beauty and cosmetics company.  Of course they want their employees to be fit.  That in no way could be used as a means to force diet and exercise and hormones on me.  There’s the whole section on sex in the work place and it’s in so much legalese that I swear on one hand it could mean that it’s forbidden while on another it means it’s allowed, and while on the other it’s outright required.  But there’s no way a company would force something like that on employees, especially a manager and a secretary in this new “Me Too” moment in time.  There’s the housing vouchers and the requirements of upkeeping the apartment… but that’s about maintenance and not trashing the place and even though it could be read this way it couldn’t possibly mean that they could do the decorating in any way they want.  They couldn’t make it all pink and femmy.  There’s the discipline section that while it’s vague, it surely means that they have a lot of latitude in verbal and written warnings before it goes on to more extreme measures like time off without pay.  And yes, extreme measure sounds bad, but it wouldn’t possibly mean spankings or anything like that.  But the training section… that one is strange as I’ve never seen one that was so focused.  I mean,  I know some companies take training their employees to a whole other level, but sending us off to their training center out in the middle of nowhere?  Making us stay there for three months?  Teaming us up with our trainer one on one must mean the trainer spends a ton of time there with new employees, but explicitly saying that we have to be trained not only in our job but being a good fit for the manager could easily be read as acting any way they want.  

Several times while reading through the contract, I couldn’t help imagining it in my own scenario.  Having to go to this training center that’s run more like a prison.  Having my clothes stripped away and only given tight fitting skirts and white see-through blouses to wear.  Bras, panties, and matching lacy stockings replacing all the socks and boxers I have.  Being trained on how to be a secretary but only in the most menial way… filing focuses on bending forward to show off my new curvy ass.  The curvy ass that their hormone and cosmetic team has given me.  Taking dictation as being seated in the bosses lap with one arm wrapped around his strong shoulders while he plays with my inner thigh. 

Phone manners being taught but more about taking the phone call and twirling the cord around your finger for a flirty affect or from the opposite side of your manly boss so that he can play with your stockings and quickly either pull you into his lap to take the call or push you down to your knees and under the desk while he unzips his pants. 

I couldn’t help imagining coming back to find that all of my finances are frozen and that it didn’t even matter because I now looked completely feminine… I could only imagine what a cosmetics and beauty company could do in this fantasy world… and had no paperwork declaring I was a man.  Their prosthetics would be covering my chest giving me big beautiful breasts and my crotch giving me a realistic and usable pussy. 

The first day on the job would be meeting with my boss, and I’d have to demonstrate everything I learned.  Everything from being his tarty secretary in the front office for his guests, to showing off my body and forcibly submissive nature every chance I got.  Eventually my fears would be realized that the classes from the training center were ALL to be demonstrated including kneeling in front of this Alpha god and pulling his thick meaty cock free.  

I’d have to pull up my skirt to show off my curvy smooth ass while my red colored nails, painted to match my thick red lipstick, were kept in contact with him.  One hand would rest on his knee while the other directed his thick meat, thick enough that my now dainty hand couldn’t wrap around it, into my waiting mouth.  I’d try to groan but it would come out in that damned sexy moan that they’d forced me to practice and practice.  

Eventually that first day would end with me undressing him and pulling almost all of my clothes off, leaving me in just my stockings and bra while he pushes me  over the desk, pulls my head up by my hair, and fucks me from behind. 

 I’d be mortified, humiliated and embarrassed like I’d never been before, but stuck.  Stuck legally by this contract which had laid it all out and committed me to three years of service.  And of course knowing that I’d have to repeat this every single day.  That after three years of being this forced femmy submissive slutty secretary for a guy with the sex drive of a god, there’s no way I’d ever go back to my….

I had to shake myself free of my own stupor.  This was just stupid.  That was fantasy and this was reality.   There was nothing strange in this contract.  And besides… the stories always start with the stupid guy NOT reading it.   I’ve read it so I’ve already stepped out of the fantasy.  Signing it with that thought in mind was easy and quick.  Before I could let myself go down that perverted path again, I handed it in to the HR assistant.  She read it over noting all my initials indicating agreement to all specific clauses and addendums, then my final signature on the last page.  She smiled, nodded, and then brought me to my new managers office. 

As I sat and waited, I calmed myself by realizing that his was even further removed from my own depraved fantasy… the guy never meets his boss before he’s transformed.  Although when I was called back, I had to admit that if I was going to cast for the big hulking Alpha boss that looks more like a mob hitman than an executive at any company, this is the guy I’d get. 

As I sat down, he looked over the contract, and much like the HR department before him, confirmed I’d signed and initialed everywhere.  He next looked over the other HR paperwork I’d filled out including my email address, phone number, address, and bank information.  He then looked over another printout that I didn't recognize.  When he finally looked back up at me and started to speak, he said something that must have drained all the color from my face.  I sat there, wide eyed, trying to convince myself that I’d misheard him until he said it again.

“Caitlyn, right?  Of the Caitlyn’s Masks blog?  Your legal name is Calvin, but you go by Caitlyn Mask or…” he glanced back down to the other printout “…Caitlyn Cockslave in other circles?”

When I numbly nodded his smile must have grown to a mile wide.  “I knew it.  I gotta say when I saw you on the monitor reading over the contract so closely, I figured you’d see right through us and know exactly what was happening.  I actually lost a bet by saying you’d walk out without signing it.   I mean, if anybody could read that contract and realize it’s legally signing up to be forcibly feminized and agreeing to be made over into a forced femmy submissive slutty secretary, it would be you.  I guess even the silliest of girls can be led astray when they want to be.  And by signing this, you must want to be!  So, let’s just drop all the formalities, all the double entendres and all the pretend acting until you get to the training center.  You know what’s going to happen and you know there’s no way to stop it.  Why don’t you pull your chair up here as I bring up all your logins to your blog, D+X, Locked in Lace, Porn Hub, and all the other kinky places you visit and we’ll see just want kind of transformation you really want to have.  I know you love redheads, but I was thinking of a brunette!”





source:  fuskator