When I took on a nineteen-year-old to handle the secretarial side of ProForma Digital, I didn't imagine we were stepping into a sexual Nirvana that would open God knows how many doors for Fenella and myself. For one thing, we run an online business in feminine lingerie, so what sort of man interviews for a secretarial job in that? For another, Marcus Shute had none of the assets you think of for an office womanizer.

Our office space is quiet and private, and we've got it organised to suit the two of us. We conducted our interview in armchairs but I could see that the guy was nervous: what nineteen-year-old wouldn't be sitting opposite two women in their forties. In the course of our questions Fenella said to him: "You will be working as the third person in an office that deals exclusively in bras, panties, suspenders and corsets?" What do you think Miss Snood and I will think of you?"

He turned beetroot red and stammered his reply. "I-I don't know. I didn't think you would be - thinking about me - and women's lingerie. D-Do you think I'm n-n-not appropriate?"

His answer was honest and from the heart. This boy was genuine and I liked him straight away. This lasted until I'd given him the job and shown him what to do - he would do the emails and orders. But his early perfection in my eyes took a tumble straight after lunch. He had disappeared into the rest room, for longer than I wanted him to take. I followed him to tell him five minutes was all I would allow, only to find him in a compromising situation. I had left a blouse of mine on a hanger on the coat stand. Nothing elaborate, just a navy blue shirt blouse in silk-satin, but he was standing under it with his head up inside my fastened blouse.

"Marcus? What are you doing?" I said. He ducked out and blushed to his roots, blubbering: "I'm so sorry, Miss Snood, I - I didn't mean - I shouldn't have touched the blouse."

The rest of the day passed off as if nothing had happened, although I discussed it with Fenella and we hatched a plan. We realised we'd stumbled upon a life of sexual dominance - so why not enjoy it.

I started by demanding the boy's phone. I gathered details of a few of his friends, enough to be able to force his hand if he didn't want to play ball. The next day started with Marcus on a chair in front of my desk and both of us attacking him on the basis that our business wasn't going to work with a transvestite in it who was doing things behind our backs. Then the punch-line: we wanted him to do his cross-dressing in front of us, where we knew exactly what he was up to.

"There are three options open to me," I told him. "One, I fire you. Two, I refer you to the Perverted Delinquency Corrrection Agency. Or three, we keep you on at Proforma Digital but that means keeping you in an office blouse and skirt - with all accessories."

"Oh the third," he cried. "Please keep me on. Even if it means I have to wear - whatever you say."

We had come to the office prepared, and changed him at once into stockings, high heels, a bra, a pink silk blouse of mine, with a straight black skirt, and a cute pair of panties with plenty of lace at the front and round the legs. He worked all morning as office secretary, which meant he got his bottom pinched, his stockings felt, and Fenella and I aimed a few sly comments at him, all of which brought out his cutest blushes. He was a doll and we were ready to take him all the way.

So after lunch we brought the couch into play. "You know I've got the contact numbers of ten friends of yours, Marcus?" I reminded him. "So I know you will join in our office game with full enthusiasm. Even so, it requires us to fasten you hands and feet, so that you get that 'pretty damsel in distress' feeling we like to see.

This worked so well: there were no protests since we had our office doll gagged to ensure complete freedom of fore-play. From then on the emphasis was on fondling, all over his blouse, then skirt down and some serious wanking. Then the episode we were looking forward to most: sucking that lovely stiff dick that sat up in front of his blouse.

New employee Marcus Shute loved it. At least I think he did, especially since we both loved to swallow, so took him all the way time and again. On the second day of his new employment, two friends of ours arrived, Gina and Claudette, and they were expecting their turns on the office couch. They took off their blouses and panties for the sissy to wear, and our office secretary discovered that there's nothing quite like being sucked off by a strange woman in just her lingerie - after she has dressed you in her blouse and skirt and gone down on you time and again as you're being watched by three other women who love to see how excited you are getting.

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