Secretary Ch. 02

CHAPTER 2

FIRST STEPS

On a Tuesday, I got into the office as any other day. I was happy--Irina had been complimenting me a lot lately. I felt like we were back on the good side. I knocked on her office door, something she always required now, and after getting permission, got in for my morning "instruction time." After answering the usual questions and sharing our usual tea, she cut to the chase.

"So Alex, this is a rather embarrassing topic, but lately in the mornings, I have noticed you have some bad breath. But don't worry, I have the solution right here," she said, passing me a little pink box. "Those are halitosis chewing gum--they will instantly solve this issue. Go ahead, have one now."

I opened the box and looked at the chewing gum, unconvinced. Nobody had made me notice before about having a bad smell, but I didn't want to say no to Irina on such a trivial issue. I got one, put it in my mouth, and began chewing. It tasted weird--like bitter strawberries.

"There you go, good boy. You may not find the taste amusing, but soon you will get used to it."

Next, I went to the chamber with the big screen--or, as Irina referred to it, "Alex's Safe Space and Stress Therapy Room", (she actually put a sign on the door with those words)--sat on the chair, and prepared to sleep through another of my amazing relaxation videos. But not that time. There was no beach, no mountain, no beautiful scenery, and no relaxing sounds. Instead, the screen began to show an office environment, low office sounds, and an attractive girl dressed as a secretary came on one side of the screen as she began talking.

"Welcome to day one of your course on protocol and productivity. An office environment can be stressful, right? That is why we are going to teach you simple techniques to make you more effective, more motivated, less stressed, and happy."

As the girl was talking, a flashing, vivid color text was reproducing her speech.

"First, some basic grounds. In an office, there is a hierarchy, just like in any other part of human society. We organize in such a way as to be more effective. A place where everybody knows where they belong is more effective. To manage hierarchy, humans create protocols. This helps us deal with daily situations in a quick, effective manner.

"For example, when you want to ask something, you raise your hand. That way, everybody knows you want to talk. When you answer a call, you state the place the person is calling, your superior's title, and greet politely--that is how people know they have reached the right place. When you want to enter a room, you knock and wait for permission to enter. Such simple things will make you more effective, less stressed about how to conduct yourself, and thus a happier employee, benefiting both yourself and your superior.

"The reasoning is simple: the fewer decisions you face, the less stress you will generate. Overthinking is the main cause of stress. Stress generates anxiety, and anxiety affects you on a personal and professional level. Fewer decisions, happier life. Now let's repeat it to make sure we understand it: Fewer decisions, happier life. Now repeat after me out loud: Fewer decisions, happier life!"

The lady stayed silent for a few seconds. The words "Fewer decisions, happier life" flashed as a text, making sure each word was noticed and absorbed. The screen then jumped for a second, and the girl continued:

"Sorry, I didn't hear you repeat lesson number one. Let's do it once more--repeat after me: Fewer decisions, happier life!"

Wait, were they really expecting me to say something? Was there a microphone to catch the sound? I looked around me. Of course, there was--it was a place perfectly equipped, just as Irina liked. The video jumped again.

"Sorry, I didn't hear you repeat lesson number one. Let's do it once more. Remember that if you don't get it right in five attempts, you will receive one bad point. If you get more bad points than good points, you will fail the course and will be labeled as a bad employee. If you put in the effort, you will be rewarded! Now, repeat after me: Fewer decisions, happier life!"

"Fewer decisions, happier life."

I felt stupid saying something into the air in the middle of the room, but I didn't want to give Irina any reasons to doubt my cooperation in the therapy. No matter how stupid it was, I had to get rid of my control device no matter what. The video jumped again.

"Good, now we can hear you. Unfortunately, that doesn't make it. To pass this lesson, you need to say it out loud, actually meaning it. Let's do it once more--repeat after me: Fewer decisions, happier life!"

"Fewer decisions, happier life!!" I repeated louder.

"That was good. Thank you for your effort, but to get a positive point, you will need to use the proper intonation and say it out loud. This is the last try. Let's do it once more--repeat after me: Fewer decisions, happier life!!"

"Fewer decisions, happier life!!!" I said out loud and mimicked the girl's intonation the best I could.

"Let's see how you have done."

The screen began to show confetti and a happy melody, then a green dot appeared on the screen with the words "Congratulations! You earned a good point! Way to go!" Meanwhile, the girl was clapping and jumping in excitement. I felt the air smelling sweeter, and I suddenly felt very, very happy with my achievement. The screen repeated its congratulations and celebration for a couple of minutes, then the girl continued:

"Very well done! We are proud of you. Now you can relax and watch this video that shows how a proper employee abides by lesson number one rule: Fewer decisions, happier life!"

The girl disappeared, and a video began to play. It followed an attractive female secretary through her day--how she woke up in her good-looking apartment, how she brushed her teeth, how she went into a walk-in closet full of clothes and picked a whole outfit with the label "Wednesday. Office." She got dressed, left her apartment, came onto the street, and got into a fancy-looking car.

"This secretary is a good employee. She has not taken any decisions, and that way she has been very effective. That is what good employees do. Her superior has decided everything for her--her outfit, the time she has to be in the office, and arranges convenient regular transportation for her daily. This would be impossible if she didn't follow a schedule, if she wasted time making decisions."

I felt uneasy each time the word decisions was pronounced. I felt a light nausea. The secretary looked very happy inside the car. She looked at her smartphone, checking her social media. Then the navigation system said:

"We are 500 meters from your office."

"Whoops," said the secretary, "time to check my makeup."

She proceeded to check her makeup with a small portable mirror, applied some products, and made sure everything was alright. Shortly after she was content with the result, the car stopped, and she came down, entered an aseptic building, put her face on a scanner, and a door opened.

"Welcome, Shara. Have a wonderful day."

The girl didn't stop smiling. She got into an elevator and went up to her workplace. It was a desk outside of an elegant office. She sat there, and her computer turned on:

"Welcome, Shara. Your list of tasks for today:

Ask your superior if she wants a coffee.

Make a reservation for two people at the Dali restaurant at 18:30.

Check your makeup.

Take a selfie.

Post your selfie on the company's social media with the following text: 'I love working in my company. It is a dream come true. My superior, Ms. Adams, is the best!'

Go to the coffee machine and make some small talk with the people there. Remember, your company is the best.

Make a hundred photocopies of the following document for your superior. If the copy machine is too difficult, ask Secretary Karina for help. Don't forget to thank her properly.

Shred the one hundred copies in your superior's shredder.

Check your makeup.

Have lunch. Today's menu: avocado salad and strawberry yogurt.

Check your makeup.

Do your nails in this style.

Ask your superior if she wants a coffee. Show her your new nails.

Have a walk through your predefined walking route, thanking your colleagues for their hard work. Don't forget to strut.

Check your social media for thirty minutes.

Take your afternoon milkshake.

Go to the company's gym, do your 1-hour routine. Don't forget to take 3 selfies for your superior.

Shower.

Apply perfect makeup.

Go to your superior's office and ask how her day was. If she needs anything to help relieve stress, comply.

Go home when your superior dismisses you.

"Congratulations on another happy day, Shara!"

The video followed Shara through her day. She looked happy and executed her tasks with a smile. Lofi music accompanied the video. It made me feel drowsy, but the speakers were loud and kept me awake. Only in one task did Shara not follow her instructions--when she applied makeup after the gym, she applied a different color of lipstick than the one she was instructed to. It wasn't an error, because Shara was shown comparing two tones of lipstick and choosing a different color.

When she reported to her superior on her next task, Ms. Adams noticed it. She yelled at Shara, who began to cry. I felt very bad for Shara, but her superior told her to go back to her task and give her a shoulder massage and a foot massage. When Shara looked at her task list, a new one appeared at the end:

Present yourself and wait for your superior's instructions to receive punishment for making a decision. Only bad employees make decisions.

Ms. Adams put Shara in position over her desk, got a paddle, and began to spank Shara with it. She received like fifteen spanks. Shara began to cry, ruining her makeup. Next, Ms. Adams gave Shara a marker and instructed her to write on a whiteboard:

"I apologize for making a decision. Good employees never make decisions. My superior knows best. Thank you for punishing me. I promise to be a good employee."

Meanwhile, the speakers repeated the mantra: Fewer decisions, happier life! Fewer decisions, happier life! Fewer decisions, happier life! Alex's brain was melting with all the conditioning.

The last part of the video showed Shara being petted by her superior as she began to smile again. She refreshed her makeup under the attentive supervision of her superior. Finally, her superior dismissed her. Shara left the building, looking happy.

After the video finished, Alex was so wasted that it took him an extra twenty minutes to be able to reason clearly again. He moved towards his desk and, without much thinking, proceeded with his day--eating his salad with a poached egg and reading her fashion magazines. His salad had extra dressing today, as Irina had a lot of fun at Alex's expense.

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The next day brought a new morning, and it was spent similarly. Lesson number two was: "I Obey! I dress for success! My superior knows best!" It portrayed a girl called Mayka, similar to Shara--beautiful and submissive--who followed her superior's instructions while she was getting dressed. First, she dressed as a lolita doll.

Then in a sexy secretary outfit. Then in leopard clothes... She executed every task with diligence and under the precise instructions of her superior. After every outfitting was completed, a lot of flashes suggested that the girl was in a photo shoot. While the flashes went, the girl yelled: "I Obey! I Dress for success! My superior knows best!" and the program made Alex say it too, yelling it like the girl did. He got a good employee point that was celebrated, and some drugs to boost his happiness when he yelled his mantra.

The girl continued dressing as instructed. She dressed in very skimpy PVC clothes, which made her look like a hooker. Then she was dressed in pink and blue overalls, with a very innocent look. Then a goth outfit. A pastel goth outfit. A completely pink outfit with a pink wig. A rave girl outfit. An egirl outfit. A schoolgirl outfit... She was dressed and redressed, and she never lost her smile or stopped repeating her mantra during the photo shoots, just as Alex did.

After his session, Alex was again spent, but that fitted Irina's plan perfectly. Just as he finished his salad, Irina came out of her office and told him:

"Get ready. We are going out."

I was confused. Today wasn't therapy day. Where was my sup... Irina is taking me?

"Where are we going?"

"It is a surprise, darling," Irina said, putting on her Prada sunglasses and blowing a kiss in the air.

As usual, we got in Irina's luxury car, and she began to drive. Lately, when I was with her in the car, I felt somehow under Irina's control. There I was, sitting side by side with that impressive woman. She took me places, and just as she told me to come, I followed. The car's motor roared, and that made me shiver. I looked at Irina and felt an emotion that was strange to me.

I felt I liked her, and at the same time, I hated her. I wanted to escape from her, but part of me wanted her to be in charge and put me in my place. She made me feel constantly threatened, but protected. I thought of her as an abuser, but she commanded respect. I was a mess of emotions, and just as I looked at her, my penis began to stir--something that now only happened seldom. Lately, I paid less and less attention to my chastity. Was it working?

We arrived at a small villa and parked next to the door. Irina took my hand. I could feel her leather driving gloves holding my hand firmly, guiding me with authority. She rang the doorbell, and a girl dressed as a maid opened the door. She made a curtsy and spoke to Irina:

"Please come in, Miss Irina. My mistress is waiting for you."

"Thank you, darling," said Irina, not paying further attention to the maid.

She guided me to a big space on the first floor with a lot of fabrics. It looked like a clothes design workshop. There stood a woman, mature yet attractive, who greeted Irina.

"Irina! My dear! How are you? You look fa-bu-lous. Come in, please!"

"Hello to you, too, Giovanna."

"And this must be Alex! Well, he is a cutie, isn't he?"

"Yes, he is a cutie who likes to rebel. Shall we begin, Giovanna?"

"Of course. Everything is prepared here. Come on here. Alex, stay in here, in front of the mirrors."

I had no idea what was going on. I looked at Irina with visible confusion. She just smiled at me. Giovanna suddenly gave me a pile of neatly folded clothes.

"Okay, Alex. Begin with this, and I will give you the rest as Irina makes her judgment."

I stood there for a few seconds, still not understanding. Then I unfolded the clothes. Those looked like office clothes, but the material and the design were... kinda... feminine.

"Come, darling, try them--chop chop," Irina commanded.

I stood there looking at the clothes. It was clear the women had prepared a fitting session and expected me to try those clothes. Those clothes weren't for me. That wasn't right. That was what my inner voice said. But instead of protesting, I just stood there with my mouth open, looking at Irina. Words stuck in my throat--I was so scared of contradicting her.

"Come on, honey," said Irina, smiling. "Dress for success."

I looked back at the items: a cotton white shirt, navy blue pants... okay. I could do it. I had to keep Irina happy. I undressed under the attentive look of Irina and Giovanna. It was so embarrassing. I put on the white shirt. Surprisingly, it fitted me well, although it was loose on my chest and a bit tight at my midriff. The cotton felt so soft--a bit silky. Its quality and its comfort were dreamy. I examined myself and looked at Irina and Giovanna, who were smiling at me.

"Go on," said Irina.

I continued with the pants. Tight office pants with very flared legs. They felt good--nice, tight, elegant, fitting, almost comfortable--but it was nothing a man would wear, and that made me uneasy. Suddenly, music began to sound in the room, a melody that relaxed the atmosphere. It sounded familiar for some reason. Giovanna came to me and began to do some touches to the clothes. She looked at Irina and asked:

"Well, what do you think?"

"They look good. But make the legs more flared."

"How flared?"

"Surprise me."

"Haha, okay."

"Have you already made the modifications?"

"Yes."

"Let's see. Come here, Alex."

I couldn't help but obey Irina. I was dying of embarrassment, and the last thing I wanted was to protest in those clothes. When I placed myself in front of her, she began to touch the middle of the pants, stretching the fabric that covered my encased genitals.

"How does it feel?"

"U... uh?"

"Is it comfortable? Does your control device have enough space?"

"Y-yes... It is fine."

"Is it fine or is it comfortable?"

"It... is comfortable..."

"Okay then," said Irina, smiling. "I instructed Giovanna to make the upper part very tight so you get to feel them like a second skin, but told her to make some space to properly fit your control device. You're welcome, darling."

"... Thank you..."

"What was that?"

"Thank you... Irina."

"You are welcome," she said, smiling. "Now turn around."

My face red as a beet, I did as instructed. Irina touched my rear, paying special attention to the cleft. After her examination, she just said:

"Tighter."

"Duly noted, Irina. Come on, Alex," said Giovanna, grabbing my arm and pulling me back to the mirrors. "Here, now try these," she said as she gave me more clothes.

I examined the next outfit. It wasn't any better. A light blue shirt and again a pair of high-waisted navy blue pants--only this time the flared legs were shorter, which left my ankles uncovered. Once I was dressed in those, Giovanna gave me a business jacket and fastened a thin belt with a buckle shaped like two G letters on my pants. It was a Gucci belt! Those were very, very expensive. Irina had spared no expense! I was instructed to slowly twist for Irina, hold poses, walk back and forth--and so I did.

The background melody kept playing as I did as I was told. Giovanna passed me another set of clothes: a silky white blouse, tight navy blue pants, and a business jacket in a similar color. Giovanna fastened another thin belt on me--a Dolce & Gabbana one. Then she tied a silky scarf around my neck. I was given a pair of shiny, lacquered black shoes and silky ankle socks. I was made to pose and parade again.

I kept trying clothes and clothes for Irina and Giovanna for hours, mostly business-style ones. Finally, Irina called for a break. I was dressed in a silky emerald green business suit that consisted of tight pants, a short jacket, and a soft yellow silk blouse. I wore a wide corset-style black belt. At my feet, black flats and invisible socks. My neck sported a soft green tied scarf.

We all sat at a nearby table, and shortly, the maid who received us at the door entered, pushing a cart with an elegant, expensive-looking tea set. We all got served tea cups, and a small sugar pot was placed in the middle of the table. The maid silently left.

"Alex," Giovanna said, "do you want sugar?"

"N-no, thank you, Giovanna."

Irina grabbed the sugar pot and proceeded to take a full spoonful that, to my surprise, she put into my cup. Then she put in another one. I opened my mouth to protest, but doubted.

"Come on, honey, have it like you like it--with two full spoons of sweet sugar," she said with a smile that looked devilish. "I know you love it."

I couldn't believe what Irina just did! Taking all my authority and throwing it down the sink. What was Giovanna going to think? I felt furious, but the women were chatting and I didn't want to interrupt. I decided I would tell Irina when I got a chance, just after the tea.

Something like fifteen minutes passed as we drank our tea. The conversation was entirely done by Irina and Giovanna. I tried to intervene once, but they looked at me as if I had stepped out of place. Embarrassed, I just stayed there silently. The women talked about people I didn't know, about professional achievements, about holidays they had spent in posh places, about properties and assets, about fashion, and for a minute, about how cute and good-looking I was, and how much I benefited from those clothes. That made me feel especially embarrassed.

Time passed and I began to feel warm, hot, unfocused--but... but happy. Excited, in fact. It was a weird feeling, and as it intensified, Irina called to continue the fitting. Giovanna, grabbing my arm, took me to the mirrors again and gave me new clothes. The melody changed into upbeat music that felt great! I began to dress in... jeans? Okay, that was good.

A tight-fitting short t-shirt and a leather jacket. Giovanna fastened a thick white belt, and she gave me booties and thin long socks. When I had put it all on, I could see my reflection in the mirror, and I saw a distortion of myself--a feminine figure with nice-looking clothes and a troubled expression. The lights had been mirrored, but the composition of my reflection was feminine.

Music filled my head--I could almost feel it. Irina gave me a million instructions on how to pose, how to walk, how to smile. I couldn't stop smiling, my brain felt overstimulated. I was given more and more clothes, and I tried them all: more women's jeans, colorful shirts with funny and cute designs, booties of all kinds, and a pair of pink trainers with a set of pink sports clothes.

They made me wear leggings, short and long pants, sweaters, hoodies, camisoles, tops... the clothing became more aggressively feminine: overalls, PVC shorts, chain belts, low-heeled booties, loose T-shirts that Giovanna tied in a knot under my chest, bracelets, one-pieces, different kinds of animal prints, a pair of purple shiny low boots--even they put a black wig on me... Soon, I found myself dressed in pink zebra short pants, a zebra camisole, a fluffy hot pink jacket, and leopard booties. Giovanna fastened a black belt around my waist and a set of necklace chains around my neck.

I felt bliss--my head stuffed with music, I felt light... Irina and Giovanna praised me and clapped when I did my walking and my poses. I was ready for my next outfit when Irina stood up.

"Okay, Alex, sweetheart, I know you want to keep playing dress-up, but we have had enough. Come here."

It was over? I almost felt sad... but maybe it was time to get out of those weird clothes. Irina firmly grabbed my hand. I suddenly felt... under her control. Even with the extra centimeters from the booties, she was taller than me, smarter than me...

"Okay, Giovanna, thank you for your hospitality today. Are our things loaded in the trunk?"

"Yes, I instructed my maid to make sure of that. As for the rest, I will be sending them once I implement the modifications you have demanded."

"Good. Thank you, Giovanna. As always, a pleasure."

"A pleasure indeed, Irina. Have a safe drive."

With those words, Irina pulled my hand. What was she doing? I needed to get changed! Didn't... Didn't I? I was forced to follow, but managed to say:

"Bu-but... Irina... I-I need to... to..."

"Yes, darling?" she said without stopping.

"I need... to get changed..."

"Of course you will, honey, but first we are going to take a photo of you here. Stay in the middle of this hallway--that's it--pose for me like I taught you today."

I felt like a fool, but Irina was already phone in hand, ready to take a photo. I felt too weak-willed to discuss further, so I did what felt like the natural thing and followed her instructions. The flash struck my eyes, and a shutter sound confirmed the photo was taken.

"Well done, darling! You are dressed for success!"

Suddenly, I felt confused, and before I could recover, Irina took my hand and pulled me, making me follow her to the car. She made me get in, fastened my belt, and got on the driver's side. She then opened a water bottle and told me:

"Here, honey, you must be thirsty."

She almost forced the water into my mouth. I choked a bit and coughed.

"There, there, some more."

She still forced the water in my mouth, but this time made sure it stayed in my mouth. Disoriented and taken by surprise, I was compelled to swallow.

"Good, well done, darling."

Reassured by her words, I didn't protest and focused on recovering my breathing. Quick as usual, she started the car, and in seconds, she was driving back to the city, most likely speeding.

"B-but..."

"Not now, darling! I am driving," she cut me off.

"B-but... please..."

I felt humiliated, ridiculous, insulted, weak, drowsy...

Before they arrived at Alex's place, he was out. Parking in front of the building, she saw Paige waiting at the designated spot. She honked to get her attention, and she came to her.

"Is he out?" Paige asked.

"As a log."

"Good," Paige smiled.

"Let's get to work."

They put a long black coat on Alex so he wouldn't be so noticeable in case they crossed someone, and together carried him to his place as if he were drunk. They used his keys, which had been found in his original clothes, and tossed him on the bed. Paige looked at the place with visible disgust.

"Disgusting," Paige pronounced.

"Yes. But we will help him change it very soon."

With that, they proceeded to work on her meticulously planned actions. They made a copy of Alex's keys with a mold of paste. She continued by turning on Alex's laptop and connecting a small device. Also, Paige unlocked Alex's phone with his fingerprint. She then made a call:

"Mister 648, we are ready."

"I will connect now and install the worms," a robotic voice answered.

"You will have the other half of your money in your account by the morning. I will course the wire after checking all works as agreed."

"You better do it."

Irina was taking photos of a passed-out Alex. She placed something that looked like cocaine, a bag of pills, and needles next to him. Paige helped to dress him in other, more degrading outfits, and they kept taking photos.

He appeared passed out with a line of white powder under his nose and next to a needle, wearing a leopard print short hooker jacket, a PVC red miniskirt, fishnets, and hooker boots. He looked passed out from the worst debauchery possible. The woman also took some photos, including condoms that looked used, of his face and the bed next to him.

Paige continued injecting Alex a dose of female hormones between two of his toes. Until now, the hormones and drugs mixed with the tea and food have been good to keep the fag passive, and unfocused, but that was just the beginning of the journey, they needed to step up.

The hacking was complete. Paige disconnected the device from the laptop and blocked Alex´s phone again. They undressed him, took all the clothes they had used for the blackmail, and tossed the original clothes Alex was wearing today around the room, to simulate he had undressed and rushed into bed. They tucked him in bed and left him to sleep. Irina kissed Alex's forehead, saying in a whisper, "Sweet dreams, Momma´s boi."

Before they got out of the place, they left the keys tossed on the floor in a visible place, closed the door in silence, and went back to the car. Paige spent the night at Irina´s place, making love to each other like the bitches in heat they were.