1. The Secretary - Part 2


    Date: 10/3/2014, Categories: Crossdressing, Author: Jess_cd, Rating: 2, Source: LushStories

    gently with a soft satin finish. "It won't remove itself, Michael." "Yes, Mistress." He moved the chair aside and gently untied the belt before fumbling at the buttons. I watched him as his hands shook. He was clearly a handsome man once but a comfortable desk and possibly an equally comfortable wife had let him become complacent. His once designer suit now shapelessly hugged his soft doughy physique. The stubble on his face may once have been immaculately shaped but now mearly accentuated his laziness towards his appearance. As he undid the last button he moved behind me and took the coat from my shoulders. As he did so I felt him freeze, his breathing completely still. I turned to look at him, intentionally flicking my long, dark, hair so it fell in loose curls over one of my shoulders. "Is there a problem, Michael?" I asked, with a touch of forced innocence in my voice. "No, Mistress." He stared at my bright red corset as it gripped my figure, disappearing under a tiny black pvc skirt. "Do I have something on me?" I turned slightly, pretending to search for a stain or mark. His eyes widened as they took in the black, fitted stockings and 6 suspender clasps which poked out from under the skirt. "No... Mistress," he said almost absent mindedly. I smiled to myself as he stood, holding my coat as if it would protect him. "Hang it up," I prompted. He seemed to shake himself awake before taking my coat to the closet. When he returned I was sat in his chair talking on my ...
    phone. I finished the call and looked to him. "Your first appointment is here. Downstairs, in the lobby. Go and fetch them." He didn't even question it as he disappeared out the door. He returned 5 minutes later, poking his head around the door. "Marcus and Jennifer are here... Ummm...Miss Rhodes" "Show them in of course." I jumped to my feet as they were lead in. "Marcus, Jenny, It's so good to see you." I embraced them both and they greeted me with equal excitement. "Bring their things, Michael," I called behind them as I lead my friends into the office and let them sit. Marcus was a fine example of a man, blonde hair, blue eyes, tanned, toned, his white shirt open at the collar. Jennifer always looked sensational and clearly matched to Marcus. Her dress clung to her accentuating every curve of her body, her round fake breasts and the arse she worked on every day at the gym. Micheal struggled in with their bags as we chatted. I had been friends with them for quite some time and I knew that their particular areas of expertise could benefit me greatly. Michael fetched us drinks and stood quietly by as we talked. "Shall we then?" I said after half an hour of chatting. "Micheal, come here." I pointed to the floor in front of us. The couple looked over him. "He needs work, obviously, you said as much before," said Marcus, thoughtfully. "Shall I start?" He asked Jennifer and I. "By all means," I nodded. "Michael, take your clothes off." A look of fear ran across his face. He looked ...
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