Forced Feminization - Sissy Office Slut

by Alice Lloyd

  Nicola told us she had tried desperately to avoid contact with anyone on the way to and from the sandwich shop, but several cars had beeped their horns at her. Nicola wasn’t sure if they fancied her or were saying, ‘Look at the tranny!’ We all knew she was convincing as a woman, especially in that outfit, and we knew from experience that it would have just been guys looking for a reaction from the girl with the pretty legs and high heeled shoes on.

  Hmm, so guys fancied Nicola? That might be worth remembering.

  The worst part of her trip was having to ask for the order at the counter. We had insisted that we didn’t want pre-packed sandwiches and she would have to ask for our different complicated combinations of breads, fillings and salad preferences. To make matters worse the girls in the shop knew all of us really well. We bought food from there most lunchtimes and until Jane and Holly arrived Nick would usually go in person. The girls in the shop, although initially unable to work out where they knew their new customer from, soon figured it out. The two not serving him were apparently sniggering away at Nicola’s attempts to do a female voice and in the end he’d abandoned the pretence and had reverted to his normal voice. "Don’t listen to them, Nick," whispered Ania, the Polish girl who was serving him and with whom I’d seen him flirt in the past, "until you opened your mouth we would never have guessed it was you. I think you look very pretty, and I think you’re a very brave girl," she added with a smile, patting him on the arm reassuringly.

  People couldn’t tell Nicola wasn’t a girl - also worth remembering.

  We ate our lunch and the three of us sneaked conspiratorial glances and grins at each other as we ate and got Nicola to re-fill our wine glasses. We knew what was coming next. Nicola had no idea.

  "Holly was telling us something interesting while you were out, " I said, "about a guy she used to date. Apparently he liked exactly the same type of things as you. She’s given me plenty of neat ideas for how to deal with you."

  Nick looked worried and with good reason. With Holly and Jane on board as my ‘humiliation consultants’ I was sure we could come up with plenty of ideas between us.

  We ordered Nicola to clear away the mess and told her to wait until we called her through to my office.

  I had butterflies when Jane put a hand on my back and said I’d presumably figured out that they would have to get quite ‘intimate’ with me if I wanted their help with the strap-on harness? She also told me not to worry as they’d demonstrate the identical procedure on Holly first and if I wanted to chicken out they’d be disappointed, but they’d understand. We were still on company time after all and I was still their boss.

  "Now watch carefully," she said as she unzipped Holly’s catsuit from just under her belly button and all the way round to the other side.

  Holly was fully shaven down there. I’d figured that might be her preference.

  I watched, mesmerised, as Jane slipped on a rubber glove and began to playfully lube up a finger or two, grinning at Holly as she approached her pussy.

  "You haven’t so much as kissed me yet, Jane!" she teased as she slipped one, and then two fingers up her pussy, lubing and playing, stroking and teasing.

  "I think she’s wet enough for the first one," Jane said, turning her attention to Holly’s bum. She moved round to the back and with a lot more lube inserted one finger, then two, making Holly moan a little and she complained when Jane stopped and gave her arse a playful smack.

  "That’s enough for now, darling," she said reached for the harness which had two, lubed, black internal dildos already in place and pre-lubed by Jane.

  She buckled the belt around Holly’s waist, leaving the dildos hanging down from the crotch strap. Gently, ever so gently, she started to push the pussy dildo into her, little by little, until she was effectively fucking her with it, a little gratuitously, before leaving it inserted fully in place. Then the anal dildo. Again, ever so gently, taking her time, [ I was transfixed! ] Jane moved it and out, bit by bit, until Holly relaxed fully and accepted the sizable butt plug as it slid all the way in. Jane fastened this second strap which had gone between Holly’s legs at the back onto the waist strap and then the two girls adjusted the harness together until it was snug except for the very front of the crotch strap.

  Holly put her hands on her hips gyrated her lower half like an athlete warming up for an event, the only difference being that she smiling and closing her eyes in pleasure, revelling in the fullness in her ass and in her pussy.

  The final piece that was missing was the choice of external cock to fit into the metallic ring at the front of the harness.

  "Well it’s you who is going to be taking it," Holly said to Jane, "How big do you want to go?"

  There was quite a choice on the desk. Jane chose the second biggest – a bright red, which curved upwards - it looked amazing when jutting out from Holly’s rubber-encased thighs, a large bright red cock protruding from the glossy black of her catsuit. She stroked it up and down and told me I had to know how it felt to have a cock like this. It felt brilliant even without switching on the internal vibrators. She paraded up and down a little and the cock bobbed as she strutted. I had to admit it looked great and my heart was thumping now that it was finally my turn.

  Without a word I slipped off my little leather panties, bearing my trimmed pussy hair for both these two attractive young lesbian women to see.

  "I suspect I could do it myself, but Jane, would you mind doing the honours...?"

  Jane clapped her hands in delight and reached for some fresh rubber gloves.

  "You won’t regret it," said Holly, “ My little Jane has magical hands,” she added, still playing with her cock and checking the batteries in the remote for our internal vibrators.

  It really didn’t take long to get my pussy wet enough for the dildo, I was already soaking down there, but Jane said she wanted to make absolutely sure. We both knew it was unnecessary, but I wasn’t about to stop her. First one finger and then several were slipped up inside my bum and it felt heavenly. No-one had done that to me before and even though the point was to lube my arse it also made my pussy even wetter. Jane inserted the dildos just as she had with Holly and took her time to fuck me with them a little before pushing them fully home. I wondered if I might orgasm then and there as the butt plug and pussy dildo were locked tight and securely in place as Jane adjusted the harness straps.

  I knew now why Holly had been smiling and gyrating her hips just moments before. Without realising it I found myself doing the same - it was such a delicious feeling.

  I got to choose my own weapon for Nicola and, generously, I decide the biggest one could wait (it was absolutely huge!). I had my eye on a very long, straight, smooth, 8’’ black cock. It sat rudely in the harness when I pulled the straps tight and protruded like a sword from my hips. I felt powerful and, like Holly, I could not help but wank it a little, as if it were part of me. As I wanked it I could feel how the base put pressure on the internal dildos and against my pussy. Holly knew exactly what I was feeling.

  "If you fuck someone hard, it can sometimes make you cum, just like that, because of the pressure against the dildo in your pussy and against your clit," she said, "but if you do it with the internal vibrators on, I’ll be amazed if you can stop yourself from cumming!"

  Jane had prepared the restraints as we had planned and we discussed who would be where on my desk. Facing the mirror so we could all see each other was what we decided.

  When we finally called Nicola through, Jane was in position and grinning wildly, fully aware of the sight that would confront Nick when he entered the office. This final bit had been her idea and she had reassured me that it would be her pleasure to do it.

  It made me horny as hell.

  It would drive Nick wild.

  Nick’s eyes were on stalks as he was assaulted by the image of Jane bent over my desk, restrained and spread at the ankles and her wrists bound by rope in front of her as if she were praying, the rope disappearing tightly und
er the desk leaving her with no room for manoeuvre.

  Our beautiful, slim, ‘Japanese-doll’ of a secretary was also totally naked.

  The flawless tone of her honeyed skin was interrupted only by her shiny dark hair on her shoulders and also by the pink of her pussy and bum-hole between her spread legs. I would defy any man – or woman, for that matter – looking at Jane as she was bound to my office desk, not to want to penetrate those holes. What a pity Nick was unable to free himself from his chastity cage – it must surely be very uncomfortable for him right now!

  Holly and I quickly tied Nicola next to Jane, and before she knew it she was facing the same way and in an identical position, arms in front, legs spread, pinafore dress lifted, vulnerable. They could both see themselves in the mirror in front of them. Holly had started to play with Jane’s tits and pussy and in return Jane had started to shout obscenities about what Holly should hurry up and do to her.

  Nicola was speechless, staring at the kinky, X-rated pornographic scene unfolding; me in my leather dominatrix outfit, stockings and boots, Jane naked and bound, Holly in her black rubber catsuit.

  "We’re going to fuck our lovers until all three of us cum, " I said, moving the 8’’ black cock within a few centimetres of Nicola’s mouth. Behind the two restrained women Holly had now pulled down Nicola’s panties and with rubber gloved fingers was now lubing both Jane’s pussy and Nicola’s bum. I rammed the strap-on into Nicola’s throat – she offered no resistance - and began to face fuck her gently with about half of the monster dildo.

  "Good girl - you see? You didn’t even hesitate this time. You’re learning, Nicola," I said, thrusting my hips gently in and out a bit deeper now, "we’ve already made you into a good cocksucker. You’re not even gagging that much now. That’s good, because I plan to make you suck a lot of cocks. Keep going while I test out the vibrators... "

  Holly suggested a low setting to begin with. I flicked the switch and it started to buzz deep inside me sending shivers up my spine. I recoiled, gasping in delight and went slightly weak at the knees.

  "Oh God that’s good!" I said, melting with the pulses in my pussy and bum, as they rippled across my lower body and up into my abdomen and stomach, literally making my spine tingle.

  Holly grinned at me, "I told you! Wait till we start fucking them and turn the vibrators up to a higher speed. It will blow your mind."

  I couldn’t wait and went round to join Holly on the other side of the desk, still moaning gently at the ripples of pleasure coursing through my pussy and bum as I walked.

  Jane was moaning now as Holly fingered her slick, wet pussy and toying with her clit before entering her. Jane was pleading with Holly now, pleading her to fuck her hard. Holly grinned at me.

  We held our strap-ons, nuzzling the holes we were about to penetrate. Jane tried to thrust backwards on to Holly’s bright red, rubber cock. Nicola struggled helplessly in her restraints, trying to escape my long black monster. I laughed and grabbed hold of Nicola’s hips. Holly did the same with Jane.

  Jane gasped and squealed as Holly inserted her red cock into her pussy, first just an inch or so and then the whole length in one smooth push.

  Jane breathed just one word, ‘Yes!’

  Nicola was much more resistant. An inch and then two was all Nicola would take to begin with. I slapped her arse hard. “You’d better loosen up or this will hurt like hell,” I hissed, “but either way is fine by me. I’m still going to fuck you.”

  And then I pushed again and met nothing but slickness, the whole 8 inches sliding slowly home.

  Nicola’s eyes almost popped out of their sockets as I held her there, the huge strap-on filling her, stretching her, shocking her with its size.

  The lube did its job as I slid a little in an out, feeling the pressure build on my clit in time with the bucking and thrusting. And then faster, and longer, feeling the long length of rubber cock violating and fucking Nicola’s arsehole. I was fucking her. I was fucking Nicola with my cock!

  Holly had turned up her vibrator and was starting to moan as she thrust in and out of Jane, a chorus now of female panting and groaning now coming from my left as the two beautiful young women writhed in arousal, watching themselves wantonly in the mirror.

  I turned up my own internal vibrators inside my strap-on harness and instantly felt the heightened response in my pussy and all across my lower body. The pulses of pleasure made me fuck Nicola harder and harder, the awareness that I would cum soon making my movements wild and urgent. It was almost other-worldly as I convinced my tingling pussy that the cock was real. I was fucking Nicola. Really fucking her with my own cock.

  “I’m gonna cum soon!” I warned breathlessly.

  “I am cumming! I’m cumming now!” yelled Jane and started repeating yes, Yes, FUCK YES, YES! until her legs quivered and then her whole body spasmed and jerked on Holly’s red rubber cock.

  It was the first time I had seen and heard another girl cum in real life, right next to me and her feminine ecstatic screams of delight triggered the final countdown to my own orgasm – I knew I would cum seconds later.

  Holly, having stayed in control the whole time, just beat me to it, as she allowed herself to orgasm, long and slow, still fucking Jane’s pussy, with a rising shriek of delight as she scrunched her eyes shut, her head back and tilted towards the ceiling, unashamedly playing with her own nipples through the rubber catsuit, laughing and smiling and panting and swearing through her climax.

  It was all too much for me and I felt the rush of my own orgasm immediately flood through my entire body and out through violent jerks of my hips with the cock into Nicola’s arse. I was almost delirious with pleasure and imagined spunking long jets of cum into Nicola’s bum with each ripple of my climax. I had a vision of spunking so hard into her that it flooded her body and spewed up into her mouth. I had a cock and I spunked and I spunked and I spunked….

  I loved it.

  I loved having my cock inside Nicola.

  I absolutely fucking loved it.

  Chapter 9. [ Helen Norwood speaking ]

  It had been an entirely normal night at the club playing poker and discussing the usual – kids mostly, some had grandkids, TV dramas, gardening, baking recipes, what our husbands had done to annoy us that week. In my case, being married to Eric, it hadn’t been difficult to contribute to the latter topic. I’m an old-fashioned type of girl and had always taken ‘for better or for worse’ literally. The trouble was it was nearly always for worse when you were married to Eric Norwood. Yes, my friends envied our money, but as far as being a husband was concerned, Eric was a pig – a selfish, brazen chauvinist who laughed at his own crude and sexist jokes, and he was also a serial cheat. I know I should have left him long ago and often reproached myself for having put up with him all these years.

  When I returned home after my one night of freedom each week, as usual, my heart sighed. I walked up the block-paved drive, past Eric’s Mercedes, reaching the porch of our suburban semi-detached house. As I put the key in lock of the front door I braced myself for the usual tirade of accusations about me being drunk (I only ever had a couple of drinks) or a slut, chasing other men (I wasn’t, but who’d blame me if I was, being married to Eric?) That night which had been so utterly normal and unremarkable so far then turned into something which was anything but normal and it would change my life for ever.

  He wasn’t in the lounge, nor in the kitchen. Was he ill? Gone to bed already? It was only ten o’clock – Eric didn’t like me staying out later than that and was always home to check up on me after my one night out each week. On any other night I could expect him to be out until whenever he pleased, probably chasing some bit of skirt and flashing his cash to attract attention. It most certainly was not his bald patch, his beer-belly or his total lack of human warmth that enticed these harpies to go to bed with him.

  It took me more than a few seconds to take in the scene when I opened the door to our bedroom and switched on the light.

/>   It was the TV that I noticed first. There appeared to be a DVD playing of a pornographic film. My eyes widened when I saw who the star of the film was – Eric! He was tied to our bed – the bed in this very room. He was being fellated by a blonde woman whose face I couldn’t see.

  In slow motion I turned my head towards the bed and once again it took me what seemed like minutes to take in quite what was lying there.

  Eric was still shackled by the wrists and ankles to each corner of our brass bedstead and was wearing women’s clothes. A rather ornate but tarty-looking red and black, satin corset, black stockings, shiny red high-heels, a big red ball-gag in his mouth, and I could also see through the mesh of the little matching panties he had on that his cock was hard.

  He was dressed up in women’s panties! .....He was tied to our bed! .....He was tied to our bed, wearing a slutty lingerie set, and he had a harder erection than I’d seen in decades! .....Goodness gracious me!

  My first thought was that he had been attacked, tied up by some sick house-breaking couple, where the woman occupied the man while the man robbed the house…. and I started to feel sorry for him.. He was writhing and pulling in frustration at his restraints.....oh my God, have we been robbed? ...is he OK? .....nothing appeared to be broken, or missing……..

  ………..and then I saw the note.

  It was on the bedside table on top of some keys which I later discovered were for the restraints.

  On the front of the note it simply said, in big bold capital letters; ‘READ ME IMMEDIATELY’

  Perhaps the blonde on the screen had done this as a joke. Perhaps the letter would explain.

  So I opened it.

  A cursory glance showed me that it was a typed letter and signed, so it seemed, authentically, by Eric himself on the second side.

  Eric was bright-red in the face and obviously trying to yell something at me through his gag, but I just smiled, sat on the edge of the bed next to him and opened the letter. He wasn’t going anywhere in a hurry.