The Art of Power

Thursday:

The real point of politics is to make changes. Changes in society, which means changes in people's daily lives. To make these changes, you need power and control. But what do you sacrifice to get this control? You have to prioritize.

These were the thoughts running through Nigel's mind when he stepped out of the taxi outside the hotel entrance.

Party Conference, read the giant banner hung on the hotel's wall. This is where he was going to gain the power he wanted.

He struggled to handle his suitcase as the wind howled in the streets between the tall skyscrapers.

Before gaining any power, he had to check in at the hotel. He was greeted by a petite blonde behind the reception desk.

"Your name, sir? she asked politely.

"Nigel Clark, I'm staying 'till Saturday."

"There you are. You'll live in room 606 this weekend. Enjoy your stay, sir."

He kept her smile with him as he walked towards the elevator. It opened at the ground floor, and he stared straight into the eyes of his political role model.

Veronica Williams had been party leader for the last decade. In her early fifties, she oozed confidence and control. There were no questions asked about leadership. This woman, with her mix of curvy and athletic body, deep voice, flowing red hair and bright smile was in complete control of the party.

He hesitated half a second, but couldn't manage to speak a word. She eyed him up and down, before giving him a slight smile and walking out of the elevator.

Nigel stepped in, and couldn't believe how futile he had behaved at his first encounter with a powerful politician at the conference.

The elevator bell rang, and Nigel stepped out on the sixth floor. He walked down the hallway and opened the door to this room.

Bathroom immediately to the right, the bed behind it in an L-shaped room. He disposed of his suitcase, and hurried out of the room.

The conference was starting with dinner Thursday evening, before the real politics and policy discussion would start Friday and continue until Saturday.

Nigel knew from past conferences that the most important things happened in the bar. That was where alliances were made and decisions taken. The bar of the party conference was more important than Cabinet meetings.

And he had one goal in mind as he took the elevator down again. He wanted to make a move on Veronica Williams.

He approached the entrance to the ballroom and grabbed a ballot from a big box.

"That's the number of your table, sir. We're mixing it up," a clerk by the door said.

Nigel looked at the small piece of paper and read the number "1".

"Oh, great. Thank you, sir."

He walked towards the stage, and he knew that his table was the closest one. The roundtable was filled with elderly men in dark suits. He took a seat and nodded to the closest one. To his left was an empty chair. All the other chairs were taken.

The loudspeakers started to boom with dramatic music and the lights of the room were turned off.

Out on stage came Mrs. Williams, and she looked scintillating. The royal blue turtleneck sweater dress hugged the curves of her body. Not too tight, but just tight enough that it stoked everyone's imagination.

She had a black belt with a golden buckle around her waist. She was wearing platform boots in black leather with tall heels. Her legs were clad in dark nylon stockings.

No wonder she had grasped control of the party which used to be dominated by upper-class men with distinctive educations. Her MILFy appeal had made the approval ratings sky-rocket. Elections had been won. And she was the reason for it all.

Nigel could not take his eyes off her as she spoke and welcomed everyone to this policial workshop which would last the whole weekend. As she finished and received the gargantuan applause, her eyes met Nigel's. She smiled at him before she exited the stage.

A minute later, she came walking towards their table. What was she up to? Nigel didn't dare to speak as she came closer for every second.

Then he realized it: The empty chair was for her. She was going to sit beside the woman of his dirty dreams all night.

"Hello, mister. Is this seat available?"

Her polite manner threw him off, but he managed to nod and answer.

"Yes, of course, Miss."

Her smile said it all. She knew her position, and how it affected him. As she sat down, her boobs bounced underneath her dress. He saw a hint of her nipples.

She didn't wear a bra! How dirty and, frankly, inappropriate.

But Nigel didn't care. For the next few hours he listened to her and looked at her. He snuck in glimpses as often as he could, but didn't want to make his lust too obvious.

He answered her questions about himself, his background and his motivations for joining the party. She smiled and obviously liked what she heard from him.

She conversed with the other men around the table, all wagging their tails at her every word. Nigel could sense the control and domination she displayed, and he felt it himself. This was the woman.

His dick was rock hard during the whole dinner. After dessert the other men stood up quickly and headed for the bar. Nigel didn't want to go, and stayed at the table, listening to her.

Then she crossed her legs, and he felt the tip of her left boot touch his dick.

"You can call me Veronica, Nigel. Drop all this stuff about Mrs. Williams. I think we need to get to know each other better. Don't you think that too?"

Nigel swallowed. Then he answered as he looked deep into her glistening eyes.

"Okay, Veronica. I think I could manage that. After all: You are my political role model. I would love to hear even more about your policies and the intricacies of it all. How to lead a party and govern a nation. It must be one hell of a tough job to do."

"Yes, of course it is, though. But it is so much easier when I can meet boys like you, Nigel."

He had never thought that this was going to happen. She was hitting on him! He had heard the rumours that she liked boys half her age. But he didn't dare to believe that it was true.

"How so, Mrs. Williams?"

"Again, call me Veronica."

She paused and gathered her thoughts, before she continued. Nigel didn't register anything else than her words as she spoke.

"I live in an apartment in this building. It's convenient for me, staying at home while simultaneously attending the party conference. It makes me relax and makes running the party so much easier. Take the elevator to the top floor and meet me there in twenty minutes. See you, darling."

As she finished the sentence she got up and left the table. Nigel sat put, mesmerized by the experience. What was he going to do now? How could he live up to her expectations?

"Sorry, sir, but we are emptying the ballroom. You need to leave this room."

The voice of the waiter disrupted his thoughts.

Nigel stood up and walked out in the lobby. It was still 15 minutes to go. He took the elevator upstairs and entered his own room. He sat down on his bed and fell backwards. He needed a plan.

After thinking through it, he had decided. He took of his boxer shorts and opted for only dress trousers. Then he left his phone on the nightstand. This was going to be an encounter he didn't want to be interrupted - by anything. He checked his smartwatch, two minutes left. He took it off his wrist and entered the hallway.

He would leave his fate to her. And he would think about nothing else than her.

He entered the elevator and pushed the button for the 91st floor. The top floor. Her floor.

The elevator dashed away, pulling him upwards, inching closer to the meeting of his life.

The elevator bell rang, and he got out. There was only one door in the short hallway.

He rang the doorbell. The door opened automatically as he walked into an entrance hall.

Nigel heard her voice from deep in the flat:

"Come on in, Nigel. I am in the living room. Just follow the hallway, you'll understand where to go."

Nigel walked down the hallway towards the sound. He could hear smooth jazz playing on the speakers. He came into the living room, with an open kitchen to the left. To the right was a lounge section, with deep blue sofas. At the end of one of them, Veronica was curled up. She had opened a bottle of wine, and was sipping from a glass.

She still wore the same outfit, and looked as sexy as earlier. She patted her hand on the empty space in the couch beside her.

"Come closer, Nigel. Sit down, here."

He walked nervously over to her, and sat down.

She sat down her glass and started to stroke his chin.

"You're such a beautiful boy. I want to do everything with you."

Her sexy, slightly hoarse voice made Nigel even hornier.

Her hand moved downstairs and touched his dick. She grabbed it hard.

"You're such a horny boy, aren't you? Do you want to taste the Williams Whirlwind, Nigel?"

He gasped for air as she held his cock hard.

"Yes! Yes, Veronica."

"You can call me Mistress now, Nigel. You will submit to me, won't you?"

Nigel liked this. He wanted to submit. To worship her. This Goddess.

"Yes, of course, Mistress. Always and forever."

She let go of his dick.

"Good, my little pet. Very good. I want you to take off all your clothes now."

Nigel did as she told him. He was soon standing bare naked in front of her.

"Good boy. We need to make some ground rules here. Are you reading?"

"Yes."

"Yes, what..?"

"Yes, Mistress."

"Good."

She laid her fingers around his rock hard cock, which was raised as a pole, bending slightly backwards toward his body.. Nigel made a little oomph at the feeling of her touch.

"Close your eyes while you answer my questions. I want you to feel the answers you are going to give me."

Nigel closed his eyes. A shiver went down his spine as he waited in suspense.

"Are you going to worship me?"

Easy one. She was the Goddess of his dreams.

"Yes, Mistress."

"Are you going to let me assert my dominance and control over you?"

Hell yeah. He would do anything she wanted.

"Yes, Mistress."

"Are you going to obey every command I give you?"

"Of course, Mistress."

"Do you understand that I am the woman in control?"

"Yes, Mistress."

"Good boy. The rules are established. Now I want you to kneel down while you keep your eyes closed."

She let go of her grip and Nigel sunk down on his knees. He felt her shifting her position and moving towards him.

He felt her tying something around his head.

"Open your eyes."

He opened them, but couldn't see anything.

"You have a blindfold on. I want you to listen to me, and to imagine your surroundings. My experience is that it is way more powerful when all your senses are activated."

"Okay.. I am not sure about this.. Mistress?"

He was nervous. What was going to happen?

"I understand that, my boy. But you trust me, don't you? I am your political role model, ain't I?

"Yes, of course, Mistress."

Nigel relaxed a little bit. Veronica Williams knew what was best for him. Of that, he was sure.

"To show me your willingness, I want you to pleasure me first. To show me that my needs are superior to yours. This is what politics is all about. It's about priorities. Now, eat my pussy."

His dick was still rock hard at the sound of her commands. He wanted to satisfy her. He wanted the reward.

He stuck out his tongue and felt his way forward. He touched the inside of her thigh and moved closer to the centre. Then he felt her pussy. He felt how wet she was and started to use his tongue.

He soon heard pleasure escaping her mouth. Then the orders came.

"Faster, closer, harder."

His tongue started to get tired, but he heard that she wasn't close to orgasm. He didn't want to disappoint her.

He motivated himself by thinking about the reward he would get later. He upped the cadence and dug his head in even deeper. He started to massage her thighs with each hand.

The reaction was instant.

"Yes, Nigel! Yes! This is what I am talking about. Come on now, boy!"

As he started to suck her lips with his mouth in a ferocious tempo, he heard her shriek. It was high-pitched, violent and outdrawn.

He withdrew his face and automatically licked off the salty juices. He swallowed them without thinking about it. It was something about the situation which made him do things without thinking properly through it.

He heard her breathing slow down.

"Wow, that was one hell of a ride, boy. You're really good at this. But I see that you didn't enjoy it? Your dick is all soft now. I don't like to look at small, limp dicks. And what I want, is what you get. That's our deal, right?"

Nigel didn't understand what she meant, but he nodded.

"Yes, Mistress. Your will is my command."

"That's a boy."

He felt her stand up and walk away, but didn't dare to move. He knew that if he moved without her permission, he wouldn't get what he wanted. And he wouldn't take that risk.

She soon returned as Nigel heard the clicking of her heels approaching him.

"Stand up again, boy."

He felt leather against his dick. She must have changed into gloves. Proper Mistress appearance, Nigel thought.

Then some surprising things happened.

He felt the leathered hands working fast. His balls were dragged through a plastic ring. Then his dick was covered with another piece of plastic. Then he heard the unmistaken sound of a key locking the pieces together.

"Wait.. Mistress?? What is this?" I don't understand?"

She took off the blindfold.

He looked down at his dick, which he couldn't see anymore. It was covered with a piece of pink plastic.

He looked back at her, and admired her new appearance. She had changed into a black corset and thigh-high boots in black leather. She wore black leather gloves. She had a fiery look in her eyes.

His dick liked the sight. It tried to grow, but couldn't. It was restrained by the plastic thing covering it.

"You have to learn the most important rule of politics and power, boy. You can't get anything you want at once. You need to be patient, and then the rewards will come."

Nigel's head was buzzing. What did she mean? Would he not get what he wanted? What he craved?

"That's a chastity cage you have got on now. Its purpose is clear, as you have already experienced. I am the keyholder, and I will decide when you are ready to be let loose and claim your reward. What do you think now?"

Nigel didn't find the words swiftly. But after a few seconds, he had managed to string some thoughts together.

"To be frank, I am disappointed. I was looking forward to something completely different. But as you are well aware of, I look up to you. And besides, I have said that I will do as you say. It may not be the most common thing among politicians, but I want to keep my word. That's important to me."

He saw that Veronica was surprised by his answer.

"Wow. I thought you were going to be really angry with me, to be honest. But I like the sound of what you are saying. One needs to know oneself to make true progress in life. I have a keen eye for political talent, you know. I spotted you in the elevator. It was something about your look that made me think that you were the perfect one for me. To be my political partner, my prodigy, my heir."

At the sound of these tempting words, Nigel's dick throbbed inside the cage. He liked the sound of it, the smell of power. He wanted to experience it. And the fastest way to achieve it, was to listen to the leader.

"Okay, Mistress. I am ready for the next step. I am at your service."

"Do you trust me completely, boy?"

"Yes, Mistress."

He was excited as he said it. He didn't know what was going to happen, but he wouldn't want to say no and regret it. Besides: She had his cock locked up. And he wanted it to spring to life at one point or another.

"Close your eyes again."

He did as she said, slowly.

She pulled a hood over his head. There was a hole for his mouth, but besides it he couldn't see anything. It had a sort of locking mechanism in the back of his head, and he heard another key locking another lock.

"I trust that you obey my commands, but it's even more satisfying doing it like this. If you ever get the slightest urge to resist, you know it is futile. It releases your mind when you know there is no point of restraining."

It made sense to Nigel. In a funny way. It was easier to just give himself in, to commit 100 percent. He had never been a quitter. He wouldn't be it now either, when he was so close to real power.

Veronica took his hand and started walking. He followed after her and soon fell into her rhythm. He felt that they entered another room. He became airborne as Veronica pushed him forward.

He let out a large gasp and a little shriek before landing. He was lying face down on a soft bed.

Veronica closed the door behind him.

"Crawl forward a bit, please, darling."

He did and was soon fully onto the bed.

"Don't look up and stay still. As your dick is locked up for the moment, I want to introduce you to another kind of reward. And if you ask me, it is much more satisfying than the one you are accustomed to. Jerking off, I mean. I bet you don't get to fuck that many women."

Nigel was wondering what would happen now.

He felt that she climbed onto the bed and sat down on his ankles, which made him unable to move. Either way, he knew her athletic body was stronger than his.

He felt something poking against his asshole.

"Your pussy needs attention, as your clitty is locked up at the moment. Breathe out slowly."

As he did it, he felt a large object slowly sliding inside him. He tried to fight it, but her force was heavier than his restraint. What was she doing? He wasn't a girl - he was a man.

"This strap-on will make you cum as you have never done before. I promise you."

Nigel squirmed and tried to move his body. All it achieved was the wriggling of his ass, which meant the strap-on hit all his tender spots inside him.

He subsided, and couldn't fight the pleasure.

He let out a low moan.

"Yes, isn't it wonderful? Nothing beats to be fucked by a cock, darling. I can assure you of that. Right, sissy?"

She emphasized the double s-es as she pronounced the word.

Nigel had heard of them, but had always connected it to the meaning of something he wasn't, something powerless.

"Why do you call me that, Mistress? Sissy?"

"It's what you are, Nigel. And it's not degrading. In my world, it's an honorable word. Someone who understands power and willingly submits to those in charge. Good girls like yourself make good sissies. And they get rewarded."

As she spoke the last word, she started to move back and forth. The feeling was not comparable to anything he had ever experienced before.

It felt like his whole body was in full attention. Every small twist, turn, thrust, made all his senses explode inside him.

It was so good when he felt a small tinkling inside his cage. His dick liked it too, but couldn't grow to its full size.

As she upped the tempo, the strap-on dug deeper and deeper inside him. He didn't know his hole was able to withstand it. He moaned more as Veronica started to grunt behind him.

After a particularly powerful thrust, Nigel let out a small wimp. It made Veronica continue with that level of force, and Nigel moaned louder and louder.

Then his eyes rolled upwards, his mouth opened and he let out a thunderous moan.

He could feel small drops of cum escaping his little dick to the background voice of Veronica's heavy breathing.

She pulled out and got up from the bed.

Nigel was so exhausted that he couldn't move. He just laid there, taking in the feeling of being brutally and dominantly fucked in the ass by the woman of his dreams.

He felt a small sense of being violated, before the rush of sweet adrenaline and dopamine wiped those feelings away.

It was marvelous. And he wanted more.

"You got to cum, after all, I see. That's it for tonight, sissy. I don't want to burn you out! We have a long day in front of us tomorrow."

Veronica returned to bed and took off his blindfold. Nigel stared into the biggest smile he had ever seen. It was the smile of a proud maternal figure who had seen her apprentice achieve something extraordinary.

Nigel liked the attention and smiled back.

Veronica had her lacy thong in her hands.

"I know you love me. Would you like to wear my thong tonight, as a gesture of appreciation towards me? I am so proud of you."

Nigel was lost for words, but nodded silently. He had secretly dreamed of this for a long time. He put it on and felt the sensual sexiness of panties rush over him as he snuck it upwards towards his crotch. He dragged the backside up as long as he could, indulging in the feeling of it dividing his cheeks in two.

She motioned for him to join her under the covers.

Nigel did it, and Veronica moved to sleep beside him. Her gigantic strap-on rested against his butt through the whole night.

He was exhausted, and had never slept so well.

Friday:

When Nigel woke up, he needed five seconds to realize where he was. Then he remembered what happened last night. It was the most surrealistic day in his life so far.

Veronica had already left the bed and he wondered where she was

He looked down and could see that he still wore the panties and cage from yesterday. Last evening was filled with excitement and pleasure. His dick had throbbed and wiggled and tried to escape all the time.

Now it was limp, small and useless. And sticky. He had obviously leaked a lot during the night.

He felt a rush of shame mixing in with the pleasure. At the same time, he wanted both more of it, and he wanted to escape and never return. He couldn't really decide.

He wasn't alone with his thoughts for a very long time. The door burst open and Veronica walked fast into the room in her black pumps with dangerously long and thin heels.

Wearing a black ribbed turtleneck sweater and a grey wool skirt, she oozed power. Of sexuality. A scintillating combination.

"You have been a good sissy so far. You have been submissive. Obedient. Willing. Horny. I am very pleased with you. But we need you to level up."

Her voice was commanding, and left no doubt in Nigel's mind. She wasn't messing about.

Nigel was standing on the carpet. He was only wearing the cage and the panties.

Then she went to work.

Veronica took off his panties, and picked up a large black butt plug, which she pushed into his pussy. She pushed a button to check its condition, and both she and Nigel understood that the vibration was working as it should.

She moved behind and started to push it in. His hole had been stretched now. Halfway, she pushed the button, before pushing in the last bit. He felt a burning sensation inside him as his hole gave in and sucked the plug in.

"I want you to be conditioned properly, my dear sissy. You're so close now, but this next step will overflow your senses and break your will. I will shape you according to my wishes."

She held up a pair of wireless earbuds, which she put in his ears. She grabbed her phone and pushed play.

Smooth and soothing music filled his ears. A voice appeared, and it felt like the woman speaking sat right next to him and whispered into his ears.

It was the voice of dominating Mistress.

"You are at my command, sissy. You will do as I say," it started.

As the audio continued to play, Veronica continued her actions.

She started by taking the panties he had used during the night and put them inside his mouth. She put in a ball-gag on top of it, which she secured behind his head.

Veronica continued by putting a pink satin sleeping mask in front of his eyes. His senses were taken away, one by one. He could not see, he could not speak and he could not hear anything else than the female voice telling him what a submissive sissy slut he was.

Then she put on him a wool balaclava. She put a collar around his neck with a lock, which made his head entrapped in warm wool and without any senses.

Veronica was far from finished.

She put on him a large breastplate with J-cup boobs and fake vagina pants. The rubber of both made him sweat even more. She put on a bra and a thong to each as well. His girliness was taken care of each step of the way.

She worked fast, and soon he was wearing a garter belt with stockings attachedl.

His lower body was then encased in no more than four layers of wool pantyhose. For each layer attached, he could feel a little bit less of his own skin and body.

The wool was dominating.

His feet were then clad in thigh-high boots with what felt like shockingly high platform heels. They were locked at the bottom, and had small belts beneath the knees, as well. They were to remain firmly in place.

Nigel couldn't see or speak, but if he could, Veronica would have said they were 8 inches long. He was struggling to stand properly with them on. Then his upper body was up.

He felt a thick and warm turtleneck sweater be draped over his head and put in place. Then he felt it again. And again.

And again.

No more than four sweaters on tops of each other, with the collar turned up. Each of them was secured with a belt around his neck and under his tits. They were all locked with small padlocks as well.

He knew about her fascination with sweaters and turtlenecks. After all, tight-fitting sweaters was all she wore. But he didn't know it reached so deep.

Nigel felt ambushed and encased, but he wasn't protesting. He had this fetish as well. It was one of the reasons why he liked her appearance so much. Now he was slowly turning into his own fetish.

Veronica wasn't finished with his outfit, though. A couple of footlong wool pencil skirts were put on him. Each of them had a belt in the lining, which in turn was locked.

Only his hands were left unspoiled. Soon they were also exploited. And now she outdid herself. Six pairs of thick wool mittens covered his hands. And not ordinary mittens, which had one large section and another section for the thumb. These were all one-sectioned, and fitted tightly on top of each other.

They were also locked with a belt-like mechanism for each layer. The amount of keys was nearing a staggering amount.

This would be one hell of a job to unlock, that's for sure.

And she wasn't even close to finishing.

Even though his senses were taken away from him, and Nigel felt closer to being a full-fledged sheep than a man, there were lots of steps left in the process. Underneath it all, the voice in his head and the vibrations in his pussy continued onwards.

He had reached a state of constant horniness and lust.

He still could move his limbs if he wanted to.

Veronica put an effective end to just that.

She grabbed his arms and put them behind his back, where she locked them in handcuffs. Then she locked his ankles with another set of cuffs. Then a third set, beneath his knees.

Nigel lost his balance and started to fall backwards. He let out a light gasp which no one could hear and embraced for the impact of hitting the floor.

But it never came. Veronica was alert, and received him before he hit the floor. She gently lowered him down on the floor.

Now she took out the ropes. With swift and non-hesitant actions, she tied him with ropes. She tied his feet together, his ankles together and his knees together. Then she tied his arms together. The ropes were tight, but not uncomfortably so.

She then circled the ropes around his upper body, fastening his arms against his back.

Nigel sweated enormously now, but actually, he didn't mind it. The warmth of the clothes made him feel loved, embraced. The belts, cuffs and ropes made him secure. He knew Veronica had a plan.

All the while the butt plug was constantly vibrating, chopping and churning. His ass was on fire in a delicious way, while his small dick was constantly aching, throbbing, banging around its very small and tight cage.

He was on the edge of horniness.

Then he was even more restricted.

Veronica rolled him over on the floor and into a wool sleeping bag, which she closed with a zipper and locked. She repeated the motion several times, which made him trapped inside four different bags at the same time.

For a moment, Nigel struggled to breathe, before he realized that even though he was in a restricted and confined space, he could breathe. The wool allowed him that. He just needed to concentrate.

As he started to concentrate on his breathing, he could feel the vibrations in his ass finding the same rhythm.

He struggled against his bondage when Veronica's voice popped into his ears.

"Hi, slut. Yes, I can speak to you through your earbuds. They are connected to my phone, you see. I'm checking in. You are fully restricted now. Which is a good thing. It means you are focusing on your own pleasure, without any disturbing factors."

Nigel continued to focus on his breathing pattern.

She then pushed and shoved him under the bed. It had a large cage under it, hidden behind a secret door in the base.

The microphone was still connected when he heard the door to the cage close.

"Stay put, sissy. I need to show the pathetic party members how the world is supposed to be."

Veronica left the room, the vibrations in his ass got even harder, and the hypnotic voice returned in his head.

"You are locked, sissy. You are unable to move. Focus on your pleasure. That's all that matters."

Saturday:

Nigel didn't know how long he had been trapped in the cage. Had he slept at all? The vibrating butt plug was now part of his body, a thumping, pulsating, vibrating rhythm inside him. It was his new heartbeat.

He was inside a cocoon, the wool felt part of him now. He had gotten several warm layers of new skin on his body.

He suddenly heard Veronica's voice again.

"Good morning, sissy. It's Saturday now."

Nigel didn't know what to think. Had he been here so long? A full day?

He got dragged out of the cage, before Veronica slowly and deliberately took off each layer. When he finally could see again, and the blindfold was removed, he was sitting naked on the carpeted floor of her bedroom. The only thing left was the cage and butt plug.

The vibrations stopped.

He looked up at Veronica, feeling submissive at the dominant sight. Sharply dressed in a black wool turtleneck, tweed blazer and tweed shirt with black patent stilettos on her feet.

"I have whipped the party into shape, sissy. And you are whipped into shape as well. I want you to choose your own sissy name. What will it be, sissy?"

Nigel pondered this for a few seconds. This was an important choice.

"Nicky, Mistress. Please call me that."

"Nicky... I like the sound of it. The smell of it. Both feminine and masculine at the same time. I love it!

Nicky smiled at the sound of the compliment. He wanted to impress his Mistress, and now he had done it.

"Stop smiling, sissy. What are you?"

"I am a submissive sissy slut, Mistress."

"Damn right you are. And a submissive sissy slut does as her Mistress says, doesn't she?"

"Yes, she does, Mistress. What do you want me to do?"

Veronica smiled a devilish smile.

"I am glad you asked. Follow me."

Nicky followed Veronica into the bathroom. She motioned for him to get into the shower.

"Rinse your body of Nigel's past. Then shave it all."

Veronica took off his cage and pushed Nicky into the shower.

His cock tried to grow, but it couldn't. It was like he had lost the ability to do it, even though he was looking through the glass at a stunning and powerful woman.

"Well, well. I see that Nicky doesn't respond to sexy women anymore. That's perfectly fine, dear. Now do as I told you."

Nicky showered and shaved off all his body hair. He gave special attention to his crotch. For every hair that was removed, he felt a little bit less masculine and a little bit more feminine.

He got out of the shower and dried himself with a large pink towel. Veronica sat there, watching him.

"Come here, sissy."

Veronica pulled out the smallest chastity cage that existed. He couldn't believe that anything at all could fit under the rosy gold metal, with several breathing holes in it.

But he did fit. It didn't even hurt as she put it on. It was like he was limp downstairs. She locked it and attached the key to her thin silver necklace. Now everyone would see it, but only two people would understand the meaning of it.

"Bend over, sissy."

Nicky knew what was coming, and he didn't dare to disagree. In fact, he was looking forward to it.

He felt a gigantic butt plug being slowly inserted into his ass. He let out a gasp at it broke past the midway point and slid inwards and touched his G-spot.

Veronica then continued, and attached the cage and plug to each other with a metal chain. He heard another sound of a lock and key, and another key attached to her necklace.

"Now you are secured, Nicky. Your femininity rests with me. I have the power over your life. But you don't mind that, do you?"

"No, Mistress. I cherish it, Mistress. Sissy Nicky wants to be controlled and dominated. I will obey your every wish."

"That's a girl! I have prepared a new outfit for you. It's in the bedroom. I will wait for you in the living room while I prepare the closing speech of the conference."

Nicky tip-toed out of the bathroom and felt the plug twisting and turning inside him, sending out small jolts of joy for every step he took.

He got in the bedroom and could see his outfit laid out for him. He could see that this was going to be the fulfillment of both his and Veronica's wishes.

But first he saw a note.

"A real sissy wears make-up. Do your best. The supplies are at the vanity table."

Nicky decided to do the make-up first. It took many tries, but finally he thought he had made it. Rosy cheeks, red lipstick and plenty of mascara. He applied red nail polish to both his hands and feet.

He returned to the bed.

He took hold of some fake vagina pants, which matched his skin color perfectly. Then he put on the fake breast plate. The boobs were gigantic, and he felt the heavy weight of it, which instantly made him engage his core to stay upright.

He picked up the bra and peeked inside to check the size. 85J! Wow. A bimbo fetish fantasy. The light pink bra hugged his new curves perfectly. He could really feel the support it gave his new bust.

As he stood there, he automatically started to finger his new vagina. It felt weird, yet gave him pleasure, combined with the butt plug deep inside him.

He put on the matching garter belt and smooth nylon stockings, concentrating on not tearing them. Then he stepped into the pink lacy panties.

He picked up the black ribbed turtleneck sweater, and proceeded to pull the grey wool skirt up his legs. It stopped just short of the lacy end of his stockings. He tucked the sweater neatly inside the skirt, which made his ass pop out rather sexily.

His eyes met a pair of black patent stilettos with ankle straps. He put them on, and felt his calves immediately tighten as he fought to adjust his body to the six inch-high shoes.

He put on the white pearl necklace and attached the small golden clip-on earrings.

Only one thing was left on the bed. It was the last item, meant to complete his appearance. It was also the item which signalled no way back.

When the wig of waist long, platinum blonde hair finally rested on top of his head, he felt a warmth spread out across his face. It made his rosy cheeks blush even more.

He looked to his right, and saw a sexy secretary staring back at him from the large mirror. He walked towards it, struggling a little bit in his new heels, before standing close to it and inspecting himself.

He adjusted his hair and was finally satisfied with his appearance. He was now Nicky. No one could detect even the slightest hint of the man who used to be called Nigel Clark.

"Good morning. I am Nicky Clark," he told the mirror in his lightest and most girly voice.

He was satisfied.

Nicky walked out of the bedroom and into the living room, where Veronica sat and worked on her speech.

"Excuse, Miss Williams. What do you want me to do?"

She looked up. A sly smile appeared on her lips.

"Nice to meet you, Miss...?"

"My name is Nicky Clark, Miss Williams."

"Nice to meet you, Miss Clark. Actually, I have an offer you can't refuse. Would you like to be my personal secretary?"

This was his opportunity. He needed to take it. Now he could come as close to power as humanly possible.

"Yes, please, Miss Williams. I would be glad to."

"Thank you, Miss Clark. You will not regret it."

The end.