Secrets Ch. 62

62

It was easy to put the days of soreness behind me, though I will always remember how kindly Mistress cared for me as I recovered. It felt so strange and uncomfortable to have her tend to me, so I was very glad once I was on my feet again, and even more so once I could properly serve her and tend to her house once again.

In the moments when I was alone or in the shower, I could feel my fingers drawn down, once the bandages were gone, to feel their absence. They were gone, and I could feel my skin tightening as days passed, leaving just the little line of the tiny scar, marking what I once was. Sometimes I wanted to just soak in the sensation of such touch, and other times I was just reminding myself that it was all real.

It was real. All of it. Real in that twenty-four hours a day, seven days a week, twelve months a year kind of way. The days when the closest I got to living my fantasies was pretending and chatting online during a few stolen hours a week seemed a lifetime ago. Ironically perhaps, now that I was quite literally owned and collared, I never felt more free. It was such a blessing to be free of the secrets, of hiding and living in fear that who I was in the shadows would repulse the woman that I loved.

Mistress showed me that she truly did love me -- the me inside, and the me that I could be. She also clearly loved that I was hers to mold into the version of myself that pleased her and, yes, that amused her to play with. My treatment was constantly changing me and deepening my feminization week by week. My hips widened and my waist narrowed. My breasts grew and grew, and my nipples became so teasingly sensitive. My body was changing fast enough that I had to go shopping regularly, as a dress or lingerie that fit me one month would not the next.

Work in the office was such a strange experience. It was thrilling for me just to exist as Dolly. Out in the world, I began to notice and feel the eyes of men on me. I was cutting a reasonable silhouette, and even I was often aroused by the sight of my breasts in some tops. Mistress made sure I was dressed and made up to make the most of my appearance, and the collar gave my looks an edge. I learned to recognize the look in someone's eyes when they recognized it for what it truly was.

Being "out" meant that other changes could happen as well. Mistress had my ears pierced, and she loved how I looked in large hoop earrings. I had known we were heading out that day to get my ears done but once that was complete, Mistress let me know that there was just one more thing. She had clearly discussed it with the technician as everything was ready, so it took only a few minutes extra and I walked out with a stud in my newly pierced tongue.

I was kept waiting the recommended number of days to make sure that everything was properly healed but as soon as that passed, my mouth was offered to Master first of all, so that he could judge how it improved the sensations available to him, and to the other men that would follow. I was so blissfully happy to find how much he enjoyed the additional stimulation as his cock plowed into my open mouth. I sucked and slurped and moaned as I always did, and worked to add in the pressure of my tongue against the underside of his shaft. He was moaning more quickly than usual and he came quicker as well, exploding down my throat with little warning.

He enjoyed it so much, in fact, that after a quick drink of water, he wanted me again. He kept me on my knees waiting while he recovered, the splattered cum from his first orgasm marking my cheeks and lips. His erection returned and he was back between my lips, this time having me take my time, caressing his cock all over with my pierced tongue. I worshipped every inch of his shaft and then down his balls as well. I filled my mouth with them and swirled my tongue around them. I imagined that I could feel the cum boiling inside them, eager to mark or fill me.

Perhaps due to his willpower, or due to the first orgasm being so recent, he was able to withstand my ministrations for ages, making me feel my own hunger and desperation grow. I wanted that taste in my mouth again so badly. I needed to feel his spasm of eruption, the sign of my ability to please him and serve him. I could sense it when he was, at long last, on that precipice again. My mind tingled, so excited to taste him again when he pulled back and smiled down at me.

"Hands behind your back, Dolly," he instructed.

I complied, though my mind was racing and my body was trembling.

"Good girl," he purred.

He took hold of his throbbing cock, the head purple and glistening with the mixture of his precum and my saliva. He began to stroke and, as close as he had gotten in the warmth of my mouth, it took perhaps two or three pumps before he came. He sprayed his load across my face, closing one eye and marking my cheeks. I could feel it warm, and then cooling as it slid down my face.

"Very good girl," he added, once he was calmed and finished. "Kneel there and don't move. Perhaps, once that load is dry, I will give you another one."

I knelt there, holding my body as still as I could. I was on display, as was my obedience. Even knowing how much it pleased and amused him to be able to control me like this, the sensation of his cum drying on my face, with my own hungers denied, was a powerful and humiliating reminder that I was always the submissive, and not in charge of even my own arousal.

He took photos of me kneeling there and waiting, which was something both he and Mistress were doing more often. Knowing Master as I did, it had to make me wonder how those images were being used, or potentially even shared. In our private time -- though I needed to find a better name for the times in which I served most intimately -- I was often on display or made to be the centre of attention, so having my image being used to arouse others wasn't foreign to me. That didn't lessen the impact of it, however, especially with someone else in control of them, and me.

The cum on my face had felt like it was dry, and had for some time, before Master gave me permission to move. As it was, I was free only to move my hands, to reach up and stroke him, getting him nice and hard and ready. He had had enough of my mouth for that day, however, so once he was fully stiff and glistening, he picked me up and bent me over the back of the sofa. I wondered if he preferred fucking me once he'd already cum, as it certainly helped him last longer.

I no longer had balls to tighten, but there was still a pressure that built up inside me. His body was slamming into me as he buried his full length inside me, again and again and again. My mind had been tenderized, having been used and then denied. I was tingling all over. If he was paying attention to my body's reactions, he did so without comment. For all that it seemed, he was just using my body to satisfy himself. His seeming inattention to me only turned me on more. I was his to use at that moment. I was just a thing, an object.

My sissygasm hit me hard, as though I'd almost forgotten to anticipate it. I gasped and screamed out loud, which only made him thrust harder. His use, and the feeling of his warm load spraying inside me, pushed me so deep. I grew light-headed, and my vision seemed to tunnel, darkening at the periphery. I saw stars, and I'm not sure if I didn't pass out for a moment.

When I started to recover, my whole body was trembling. I couldn't stand, and Master had to help to lower me onto the sofa, after hurriedly finding a tower to spread under me.

"Thank you, Master," I managed to mumble.

"You are welcome, Dolly. I'm glad to see that your sissygasms are becoming even more intense, as you continue to become more fully yourself."

It was true. The doctor had talked of impotence as a result of the surgery, but that seemed to be limited to a previous sense of what my arousal and orgasms could be. I never came as intensely as I did from being fucked. Now, that physical truth was heightened by all the mental play and reality that went with it. I was owned, and my Mistress had chosen my very nature and identity for me. Who I was, at the most basic levels, was now also in service to her. My whole identity and existence was designed and moulded to please her and attend to her. I could not imagine anything more rewarding.

I knew that the teasing aspect of how I looked now was also something that Mistress enjoyed. I could see how she loved choosing my outfits for work. As my body changed and I started to get real curves, I was dressed to show them off. She wanted people to see the collar and also now the tongue piercing. Crop tops gave glimpses of my tramp stamp tattoo.

I knew that each morning I walked into the office would be a bit of a gauntlet of whispered comments and wide eyes. It made me blush but I also loved it. I was turning men's heads. It wasn't just that I was Dolly now, but it was that Dolly was clearly made for sex. My lips were always painted and glossy, and I couldn't help but react to male attention. I knew that Mistress enjoyed sending me there as a cock-tease, especially when she knew that teasing would not be the limit, should further interest be shown.

It was made clear to me that after serving Mistress, pleasing men was my highest purpose. Work became the excuse to get me in front of men. The rumours that had started about me just being a cuckold had shifted and changed. Those who knew more knew that with a leading comment or a firm, dominant attitude, I would be on my knees. I started to find my schedule filling up with private meetings or lunch appointments, where the only lunch I was offered was a mouth full of cock and a load of warm cum.

Craig's interest in me might have faded, but Alex's hadn't, and he seemed to have no hesitation about sharing. I had assumed that he had told Nicholas, and Nicholas golfed with Trevor and Bradly and Anthony. I was never really introduced to any of those men by the others, but instead I would get an email or a message calling me up to the executive floor for a meeting, and one of them would say something like, "Nicholas tells me that you're quite dedicated to the company," or "Alex tells me that you've been so helpful to him in lessening his stress at work."

One week I was informed that I had been invited to join Alex, Trevor and Bradley to a golf tournament being hosted by one of our clients. Mistress had been delighted and had taken me shopping immediately for a short golf skirt and a tight top with a V neck that could be unbuttoned to show cleavage. It was snug enough to tease the visibility of my nipple piercings as well.

My look in it was tested at a driving range, while I tried to recall a golf swing that would not humiliate me. Mistress was quite pleased with how my legs looked in the skirt, and how my humble little breasts jiggled as I played.

My performance on the course was not really the focus of the day, it turned out. It turned out to greatly amused the three of them to have me along with them as a kind of caddy and companion. I was given a set of ladies clubs in a pink golf bag, but I was kept too busy being told to stroke or suck their cocks between holes to ever strike a ball. They lasted only nine holes before abandoning the game altogether and I was led off to one of the guest cabins of the attached resort hotel, where I could give their pleasure my full attention, and we didn't have to worry about the marshalls rushing us along.

They took their turns in my mouth and, to my surprise, most times the other two would watch as I serviced the third. They cheered each other on, just as they had done on the course, once or twice even high-fiving each other after one of them had spurted his load down my throat. My mouth was enough for Alex, but both Trevor and Bradley, thanks to little blue pills in their golf bags, decided they also wanted to fuck me.

My skirt was short enough that it was not in the way at all, once my panties were tugged down my legs and off. Being surrounded by so much lust and hunger and cum gave me a kind of high, and I was eager to please them. I moaned enthusiastically as they bent me over, one taking me on all fours on the bed, and the other taking me on my back with my legs in the air. That position allowed him to paw at my breasts as well, his hot hands pushing under my bra and teasing my sensitive nipples.

Something about that added attention pushed me all the way I needed to be able to reach orgasm. The sight of me gasping and trembling like that only amused them more. Afterwards, they showered in turn, but I was not offered such consideration. I could feel their cum on my flesh and the taste lingered. My panties had to soak up whatever leaked from me. At least I had makeup with me, to freshen up my lips, as the day was not over.

There was a luncheon afterwards, when the other golfers had finished up their full 18, and I was to join the rest of my foursome and make smalltalk, smiling and flirting. There were so few women there that I was an obvious focus of attention. I could feel their eyes and imagine the whispers, especially when I saw the men I was with go off to chat alone with other men they knew.

Were they sharing that I'd been made this way? Were they confirming the rumours about that guy whose wife had taken other lovers? Were they bragging about their afternoon and offering me up to even more men? I had no way of knowing. I could only wonder and wait for the emails or the phone calls.

It got to the point that, at the end of our work days, Mistress wouldn't ask me about what work I'd completed or which projects I'd worked on. Instead, my daily updates were about which men wanted me to pleasure them, or who flirted with me, or who I caught staring at me, in the office or on the street.

"Does your work still mean anything to you?" she asked me one evening over dinner. "I don't mean the people that you know or work with, or the men that call you into their offices for sex. I mean the actual work you do -- your job."

I paused, thinking about it and realizing that my work did barely enter into my thoughts at all. I had no idea about my productivity anymore, but I couldn't imagine it was that great. Even when I wasn't actively flirting or servicing men, I was teased by toys or my clothing, or just caught up in the surreal amazement I felt in my new life.

"I suppose not, Mistress. I don't think I give it much mental space these days."

"I imagined as much. I had an interesting conversation with your boss Alex a while ago."

"Yes, Mistress?" I answered, feeling nervous energy rising inside me, afraid that he'd complain about my work decline.

"He told me that Bonnie, his secretary, is about to leave. It seems she's getting up there in years, her husband is quite well off, and they just don't really need the money anymore. The firm was about to ask her to drop down to three days a week, as he doesn't really need someone outside his office every day, and she just gave notice."

"Wow, that's surprising. She's been there forever."

"So I gathered. It did give me an idea though."

"What is that, Mistress?"

"I've been thinking that I'd like you to be available at home more. Not only do I enjoy coming home to dinner on the table, but I've gotten more interest in the idea of you helping out some friends as a specialty housemaid. It seems like having you transition to a job where they only needed you three days a week seems like a perfectly timed coincidence."

"You... you want me to be Alex's secretary, Mistress?"

"I know it's a lot less responsibility, but I think that may be a good thing. You just admitted you don't think about your work much anymore, and this way you wouldn't have to -- without consequence."

My mind was racing, thinking about being demoted like this, and having what was left of my career sacrificed. The truth was, she was right, and I hadn't cared at all about work in some time. I wasn't going to be promoted any time soon, and the details of my tasks bored me. For a long time, I'd preferred filling my mind with thoughts of my service and my submission.

"It would mean a pay cut, wouldn't it, Mistress?"

"Yes, some, but surprisingly less than you might expect. That doesn't matter really. Since my promotion, I've been pulling in far more than we need. Besides, I expect that your work as a maid would also bring in income."

I blushed, as that truth also sunk in. Sent out in my maid's uniform, I was sure that house-cleaning would only be the start of what would be asked of me. Being paid for it once again added "whore" to my job title.

"I understand, Mistress."

"When it comes to money, there are other options as well. You're becoming a very sexy girl, Dolly. I think you will enjoy seeing more of the benefits of that. In fact, Ken and I were even talking about having you pose for more photos. We've obviously collected some very sexy candid shots already. There's a real market for your kind of beauty, obedience and experience."

I could feel my cheeks redden and warm. It seemed like once again, I might have an online audience, but these days, Mistress had no interest in attempting to protect my anonymity. I was Dolly, and Dolly was getting a reputation.

"So, what do you think?" she asked after watching me think in silence.

"I guess it makes sense, Mistress. I suppose it would be a relief to just not worry about work stress anymore," I said.

"Excellent!"

As I started to imagine myself sitting there at the desk that Bonnie had inhabited for so long, another realization came to me."

"It's... it's going to be kind of humiliating, Mistress, to have gone from my job to being his secretary. Everyone will see me there."

"I know. It's not exactly a feminist position, but the idea that you'll be perched there as his pretty little secretary now instead of contributing to projects and profits, well, it amuses me. But it's not like you're having a hard time making new friends, is it?"

"No, Mistress."

Her smile just kept widening, and then I felt it. That sensation of pleasing her overrode my hesitation. Yes, I would be humiliated by this perceived demotion, but was it more than being plugged or dressed up to show off my body? Was it more than being virtually on call for any man who wanted his cock sucked?

"Do you want time to think about it?"

"No Mistress. It does make sense. We don't need the money, and it would be good to have more time to serve you, either here or for your friends. If it pleases you, Mistress, then I'm happy to make the change."

"I'm so glad you think so," she beamed. "Especially the part about change. When Alex and I were talking, another aspect of the job came up, and it tied right in with something I'd already been thinking about."

"What is that, Mistress?"

"Alex was very happy about the idea of having you work for him. He said it would be much more handy to have you close for when he needs that special stress relief. But one thing that came up was another item on his wish list, for replacing Bonnie. He was frank enough to admit that he'd always kind of fantasized about having a secretary with larger breasts."

I looked down at my chest. They were growing, but my bra cups were hardly overflowing.

"Won't I be a disappointment then, Mistress?"

"Not at all. I talked to Dr. Pim already, and we're going to buy you some nice new tits."

Interlude

Dolly resigned from her current position the next day, so that there would be time for recovery before she was expected to start working for Alex.

The visits in preparation for her procedure were more involved this time, which seemed somehow surprising, but it was a more invasive surgery. Jane came along for every visit, to hold Dolly's hand as well as consult on details and decisions. Given her medical history, Dolly had a larger than average frame, which was helpful in arriving at the decision to choose implants as large as they wanted.

The doctors were excellent, however, having great experience in the field and, having connections to the fetish community, working with extremes was something they were familiar with.

Dolly was nervous, as she had been before, her whole inner circle was reassuring, helping her deal with her fears as well as hyping up the benefits of her new shape. She was going to have even less trouble attracting the eyes and attention of the kinds of men she wanted to suck and serve.

The recovery was more onerous as well, involving very unattractive support garments as well as multiple return visits to the clinic, but in the end, there were no complications and Dolly healed very well, with minimal scarring.

She had felt her new breasts resting on her chest as she had laid back, recovering, and she'd felt their size and weight, wrapped up in the support garments and bandages, but it was still a surprising reveal when they were finally unwrapped and Dolly stood there, looking at herself in the mirror.

Suddenly the subtle changes that had been happening to her face seemed to be fitting the rest of her body. Her face seemed right now, atop this body. The look was different than just feminine, as there was no denying that the size of her breasts were extreme. Most men, if not all of them, would find it nearly impossible to keep their gaze away from her cleavage. Jane helped Dolly put together outfits that would just barely be acceptable for an office setting, paired with lingerie to wear beneath it that would highlight her sexual focus and purpose for all those for whom Dolly would undress.

"Are you excited to start your new job, Dolly?" Jane asked her, as she helped Dolly pick out her outfit the morning of her first day.

"I'm excited and nervous, Mistress," she replied.

"At least you won't have to worry that the work will be too hard."

"That's true. I don't know what he'll ask of me, or if he just wants my other services."

"I'm sure you'll be a bit more than just a pretty face, but I wouldn't worry about it."

"Thank you, Mistress."

"Are you worried about returning there?"

"I am a bit nervous, yes Mistress. I'm just not sure how those that I used to work with will react to all of this."

"There will be some who just don't understand. I'm sure that will be the case, and I'm sorry if those people make things hard for you. I am confident, however, that Alex will make you feel welcomed, and that through serving him, and serving me through that, you'll find real purpose and satisfaction there."

Jane's prediction turned out to be correct. The looks that greeted Dolly as she reported into work were, by far, not completely positive. The women particularly glared in judgement, with their disapproval focused on Dolly's shape and clothing. Once she got to the executive floor, however, where the gender balance leaned dramatically towards the male, those looks of judgment were replaced by ogling stares of lust, amusement and enjoyment.

Alex, who had not seen the new Dolly in person since the agreement to hire her was completed, was taken aback by his first real look at her. It helped, of course, that Dolly was seated at her desk with excellent posture when he arrived at work. He was gifted with the ideal perspective and view of her new, remarkable cleavage, put on display by well-engineered underthings and a generously unbuttoned blouse.

"Wow," he said. "You look incredible. I barely recognized you at first, but I can see you in there now."

"Good morning, Sir," Dolly answered, feeling her cheeks warmed with his attention, and his unabashed staring down her top. "Do you need anything this morning? Coffee?"

"Really? Bonnie would never get me coffee. She said it was archaic for me to ask that of a professional administrative assistant."

"I know that I'm here to assist you, Sir. If it is of assistance for you not to have to take time to get coffee, I'm happy to help. I am imagining that I might be doing many things for you that she might now have, Sir."

"I hope so, Dolly. I'd love a coffee to start with. Black with sugar, please."

"I'll get that immediately, Sir."

Alex watched her rise and head to the kitchen. He found it nearly impossible to take in that this woman had once been the meek little man who had worked downstairs for so long, earning a reputation only as someone who was relatively steady and reliable. He had been thought of more often as that one guy with the remarkably hot wife at the Christmas parties.

Alex dropped his briefcase on the floor behind his desk and relaxed back into his chair. He opened up his laptop and let it start up, letting his mind take in how good his morning was starting to look. In just a few minutes, Dolly was back, carrying his mug of coffee in her hands. She moved like something between a model and a porn star, and she literally jiggled as s he placed one high-heeled shoe in front of the other.

"Here you are, Sir. Do you need anything else at the moment?"

"Did they run through with you everything you needed to know about managing my schedule and all that?"

"Yes, Sir. I had an online orientation session about all that last week."

"And how is my schedule looking this morning?"

"You have a division leads meeting later this morning, at 10:30, Sir, but nothing scheduled before then."

"Wonderful. Then why don't you set that down, close the door, and let's get our new working relationship started off properly."

Dolly could feel her heart start to beat more quickly, the surface of the coffee in the mug trembling a bit as she set it down. She walked back to the office door and closed it, turning the lock, then turned back to Alex. She walked about halfway to him when he surprised her by instructing her to stop.

"Open your top, Dolly. I want to see how you look now."

"Yes Sir."

Dolly felt her fingers trembling as she unbuttoned her blouse and tugged it out of her skirt, opening it up and exposing her demi-cup push up bra.

"You look incredible. Why don't you take off the skirt too."

Dolly unzipped the skirt, which had hugged her curves, and let it slip down to the floor. She stepped out of it, now standing in his office in just high heels, her bra, panties, stockings and garters. Wearing so little made the presence of her collar stand out even more.

"As I recall, didn't your wife keep you in a chastity cage?"

"She used to, yes Sir."

"Not any more?"

"No Sir. I thought she might have told you. I, uhm, I don't need it any more. As part of my transition, Sir, I had my balls removed."

"Wow. No, she hadn't mentioned that. That is impressive dedication, Dolly."

"Thank you, Sir."

"I'm going to look forward to hearing more about this, and getting to know you so much better, now that you'll be working for me. For how, however, I think that we'll have to be a bit rushed, so that I'm not unprepared for my meeting."

"Of course, Sir. Would you like me to get dressed again?"

"I'm not that rushed," Alex said, as he pushed his chair back from his desk.

Dolly felt a kind of relief, knowing that at least this was something that she knew how to do. In moments she was on her knees with Alex's belt loosened and trouser unzipped, feeling him stiffen in between her lips. Her body instinctively tightened around the plug buried in her ass. She felt her own arousal growing, just from this service and sensation. She stroked him and sucked him, urging his arousal onward. She took note of him looking down even more than he had before, knowing that the view of her bouncing breasts made her even more appealing.

All too quickly, for Dolly's wishes, Alex was tightening and gripping the arms of his chair, spasming and spurting. Dolly captured it all in her mouth and swallowed it eagerly down.

"You may get back to work now, Dolly," Alex said, dismissing her as soon as he got himself tucked back away.

"Yes, Sir. Thank you, Sir."

Dolly felt his eyes on her as she re-dressed, but he had started working by the time she unlocked the door and left the office. She said there at her new desk, on display to all the executives as they walked by. She refreshed her lipstick using the small compact mirror in her purse then got to work.

There wasn't really too much to do, and certainly not much that required her to think beyond scanning his incoming email for meeting requests, then adding any relevant information into his schedule. There was plenty of time to daydream, wondering just how strange this new chapter of her life was going to be.