Only Man In office - Part 11

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When Michelle was presentable again, she went back to Mrs. Sinclair, and both watched Mrs. Sharp being properly fucked on her desk for some time.

After a minute, Mrs. Sinclair grabbed Michael's hand and took him with her. She left the office with him in tow, closed the door, and when they reached Michael's desk, she had him sit down there.

"Michelle, dear, you heard my promise. Please open up a new contract file on your computer and start taking some dictation," she said to him. "We need to set up a new contract between my company and yours, as I promised to Becky. 

Now that I know how valuable you are, it is, of course, necessary to include you in the new contract, like we did with the last one." With that, she started to dictate some clauses for the new contract that were all really businesslike. After a while, she came to a special point.

"Michelle, I want you to write down the next clause correctly," she said to him. "Of course, Mrs. Sinclair," Michael said.

"Section 15 Ms. Garrett's Assistance Services:" Mrs. Sinclair started.

"It is therefore necessary that Ms. Michelle Garrett become part of the training staff in our company in the future. She is expected to hold lessons for one to two days a week at our company.

She is also expected to be available for business one weekend each month as part of the hospitality service. These occasions can also include personal services for special customers. It is expected that Ms. Garrett will always attend to all customer requests during these occasions and fulfill them to our complete satisfaction."

While saying that, she started to caress Michael's legs with the tip of her court shoe. She really liked to distract him in such a way and hoped that he would make some mistakes while writing the contract. In that direction she was a kind of bossy lady and enjoyed her power over him. But Michael stayed calm and worked, concentrating.

Michelle is always expected to be dressed properly and femininely at the office.

"Furthermore, we expect Ms. Garrett to always be dressed properly and utterly feminine at our company. That means she is to wear skirts or business-like dresses always. Pants, even feminine pants, are not allowed while on service for our company. Ms. Garrett is to wear sheer silk and satin blouses, preferably with ruffles or pussy bow collars. 

Her leg cover must always consist of sheer stockings with a suspender belt; no pantyhose allowed. She is expected to wear feminine shoes with a minimum heel of 3 inches," Mrs. Sinclair said with a broad smile. "Do you like these last sentences, Michelle?" she mockingly asked. Michael blushed deeply but said nothing to her.

Then she continued with her dictation. "It is expected that Ms. Garrett will always be securely locked into a chastity device to prevent any colleague or customer from being afraid of unfeminine behavior from Ms. Garrett.

She is to behave 100% feminine and is not allowed to show any male behavior during her employment with our company. The company would be grateful if Ms. Garret would soon be under treatment with female hormones to increase her femininity and depress any possible male traits," Mrs. Sinclair said with a smile. Michael felt uncomfortable in the stomach and turned pale. How could he ever explain this to his wife? 

He looked Mrs. Sinclair directly in the eyes and prayed that she would offer any help to him. But she only continued with her dictation.

"Ms. Garrett is directly under the direction of Mrs. Sinclair. If it is necessary and her time allows, she is expected to be in personal service to Mrs. Sinclair, even after working hours. 

This may include caring for her personal well-being as well as some maid duties in the private quarters of Mrs. Sinclair. For these duties, she will be separately paid by Mrs. Sinclair." Michael wrote everything down in the file and quickly checked the correct spelling. 

It was clear to him that he would soon have one more mistress besides his own wife and Mrs. Sharp. He hoped that Mrs. Sharp would never agree to this new contract. When everything was ready, he printed out three copies of the contract for Mrs. Sinclair. She took them from his hands with a deep smile and put everything in her briefcase. 

While doing that, Ms. Bethany Moore appeared at Michael's desk. She was wondering why a good customer of the company was sitting on the secretary's desk, but said nothing about that. "Hello, Mrs. Sinclair, Nice to meet you here," she welcomed the guest.

"Nice to see you too, Ms. Moore," she said with a smile. "If you're wondering why I sit here on Ms. Garrett's desk, I only wanted to be comfortable while dictating to her our new contract. 

I'm so satisfied with the collaboration with your company and especially with your Ms. Garrett here that I wanted to continue our business under a new agreement." Ms. Moore was glad to hear that her most valuable customers were so satisfied. "Oh, nice to hear that. You are such a valuable customer, and I hope that it will continue that way. May I read the contract, Mrs. Sinclair?" she asked.

"Of course, Ms. Moore. Even if it is only a draft, you may read it directly on Ms. Garrett's screen here," she answered. With that, she left the desk and took a seat right beside Michael's desk.

Ms. Moore took out her glasses and started to read the contract on Michael's screen. When she came to Section 15, she raised her eyebrows and looked a little bit puzzled. But as she read the next few sentences, her features relaxed and took on a gentle smile. 

"My, Michelle, it seems that Mrs. Sinclair is really impressed by your services. I'm glad that she would like to continue using you in her company and even as a maid at her home. That's quite a number! And all the requirements for our dear Michelle here are really impressive. I did not know that you had such hard rules for your employees, Mrs. Sinclair," she asked her. 

"Well, to be honest, these requirements are only for Ms. Garrett. She is such a special lady, and we want to make sure that she always behaves like we expect her to." Michael blushed again. 

He still was not used to being the topic of such embarrassing conversations at the workplace. And it was so humiliating that the ladies discussed it directly in front of him.

"Oh, my, I just read the phrases about the chastity device. So you already know the secret of our sweet secretary Michelle here? Wow, I did not know that. Michelle, what do you say about these expectations to wear a chastity device? Does that bother you?" Ms. Moore directly turned to Michael.

He blushed again and then confessed. "Well, Ms. Moore, to be honest, I already wear a chastity device right now. It was Mrs. Sharp to locked me into such a device to prevent the other ladies here from feeling uncomfortable around me, e.g., when I have to use the ladies' room. 

My wife already knows that I have to be locked at work, and she often keeps me locked during the time at home too. So, for example, I have been completely locked up for a few days right now," he said with some shame in his voice.

"Uhhhh, I'm really impressed. You turned out better than we ever thought. And Becky is such a genius to keep you employed here under such a strict regime. 

It seems that this role of her personal assistant is absolutely suitable for you with your submissive character, my dear," she added. Then she turned to Mrs. Sinclair. "Nice that you want to use Michelle as your maid at home too. 

Maybe you can invite me to your home, Mrs. Sinclair, when you have an evening enjoying Michelle's maid duties for you?" she added with a smile. 

"Yes, of course, Ms. Moore. I already considered hosting a party when we all agreed to the new contract. I would love for you to join us then, too. But before that, we still need Mrs. Sharp's approval."

While saying that, the door of Mrs. Sharp's office opened, and she and Mr. Sinclair left her office. Ms. Moore greeted both of them with a smile, wondering why Becky talked to Mrs. Sinclair's husband alone. But both of them looked really relaxed and happy and smiled at her, and so she did not think more about it.

"Becky, it's nice that you have built such a great relationship with our customers. I've just witnessed Mrs. Sinclair dictating a new contract to Michelle that will further enhance this good relationship. You really did a great job training Michelle as your assistant. 

She became so valuable to our company." Ms. Moore looked at Michelle and praised her, and turned to Mrs. Sharp. "And, you little rascal, I did not know yet how successful you were with enforcing her feminine behavior here. Why didn't you tell me that you keep her locked up during her working hours? I think that's really interesting."

"Well, Bethany, I did not know that you didn't know it yet. I told the secretaries over here because they requested some more security while working with Michelle. And I thought it would be the best possible solution for everyone. 

And as I learned later from Mrs. Garrett, it is something she also enjoys sometimes, too. Michelle really improved her behavior a lot and is now very demure, even submissive, and always helpful to everyone," she told her. 

"And I don't think that the great success of serving as a French maid at the company party would have been possible without taking away her maleness for the time being," she concluded. 

"You are so right, Becky," Ms. Moore noticed. "Keeping her in chastity was really a wonderful idea, and maybe one day I can even use it on my own husband. He is sometimes such a jerk, and it would be wonderful to improve his behavior a bit," she laughed. 

"Maybe he could even start here as my secretary in the future." Everyone laughed at it, and only Michelle wondered if this was really just a joke.

Finally, Michelle became a valuable secretary for Mrs. Sharp as well as Mrs. Moore.

Mr. and Mrs. Sinclair then gave Mrs. Sharp one example of the contract for herself and told her that they would sign the contract as soon as she had checked it properly. 

Then they kissed goodbye to everyone and left the building arm in arm. Ms. Moore congratulated Becky on the new contract and wished her much success with everything. 

But Michelle was a bit perplexed about everything that happened this day and was a bit unsure what to tell her Mrs. when she goes back home. 

Mrs. Sharp then told her to print out one example of the contract for herself and show it to her wife this evening. She even insisted that Mrs. should mark and sign the paper to approve that she has read it herself. Michael felt really bad about that, but was not able to do anything against her will. 

After printing the contract, he put it into his purse, put on his coat, said goodbye to Ms. Moore and his boss, and left the office building.

Michael enjoyed the way back home dressed in his skirted suit and the nice wife's nice coat of his wife. During just a few weeks, all of his secret dreams about becoming a secretary and always being dressed in skirts and blouses became reality, and he was so glad about that. 

He enjoyed the fine clothes and the feeling of wearing them. But he was also a bit concerned about how far that way into femininity would go. 

He deeply thought about all the duties that he had to perform this day for Mrs. Sharp, Mrs. Sinclair, and even Mr. Sinclair, and what his wife would think about that. He was particularly afraid to tell her about putting Mr. Sinclair's penis in his mouth. 

Would she now consider him gay, or what would she think about him? Would there be any further consequences for his family life? The answers would follow soon. As soon as he would be able to confess everything to his wife.

When he reached his home, his wife was still not there. It was one of these days that she worked a bit later than normal. So he changed into the maid's uniform as always and started his household chores. 

When his wife finally came, he was ready with dinner. He set the table and greeted her with a cool white wine at the door. "Good evening, Madame. 

How was your day?" he asked her with a slight curtsy and took her coat. Then he gave her the glass of wine and followed her into the living room. After his wife sat down on the couch and took a few sips of her wine, she relaxed. Michael went to his knees, took off her court shoes, and started to massage her nylon-encased feet.

"Thank you so much, dear," she said. "I am so grateful to have such a loving husband and maid around me. You truly are a gem, and I really enjoy having that maid service. Well, my day was hard, as always, but when I can come home to you and get pampered like this, everything feels great, and I guess I can relax very well."

"But how was your day, dear? I think that Becky had some new tasks for you today, did she? She talked to me lately and asked my permission to use you for even more personal services.

Michael blushed deeply, and his mouth went dry. "Oh, Madame, so you already know that I had to perform some really special duties for Mrs. Sharp today?" he asked with a croaking voice. "Yes, dear, please tell me everything," Mrs. Garrett answered.

"Well, Madame, when I was at work today, I was asked into her office. She told me that she had an important client meeting and wanted me to join her under her desk. She even left a pillow there for me to kneel on. Then she ordered me to crawl between her legs… and …" he continued. "And?" his Mrs. asked with a slightly amused voice.

"And… when I came nearer... I saw that she already had taken off her panties," he said with a trembling voice.

Michelle got used to becoming her wife's maid at home and doing her chores in uniform.

"Mmhhh, that sounds very interesting to me." Mrs. Garrett smiled at him. Then she put the wine on the nearby table and stood up, and started to pull off her panties too. Then she sat back on the couch, her skirt a bit higher than normal, and spread her legs. "Show me what happened then, dear."

Michael went forward and put his head between his wife's legs. He was really surprised to see that today she wore some stay-up stockings. Normally, his wife does not like any kind of stockings; if necessary, she wears pantyhose. 

After reaching her upper thighs, he began kissing her thighs and went forward until he reached her crotch. Surely he could smell her strong odor that she had after working the whole day. He always loved kissing his wife, and so it didn't bother him. He stuck his tongue out wide and started to lick her marvelous clit. 

Soon he went further and licked her slit and inserted his tongue deeply in it. She started to moan and pressed her thighs together to capture him.

"Oh, yes, that's so good, my dear Michelle. You have a truly wonderful and talented tongue," he heard his wife saying with lustful moans. "Keep on, keep on doing that."

Michael knew exactly what kind of caresses his wife wanted and kept on licking her until her juices flowed freely. After several minutes, she was clearly close to an orgasm. Michael increased his licking until she exploded in multiple orgasms. Then he stopped his quick tongue movements and just continued to lick her very, very carefully. He knew she needed this post-orgasm relaxation. 

After some time, she calmed down, and her breathing became slower again. When she had recovered, she opened her thighs again, grabbed Michael's head, and lifted it gently. With her eyes, she let him know that he could get up again. Then she patted the seat beside her and let him sit down. 

"Thank you so much, my dear Michelle. That was wonderful. I really love you so dearly." With that, she grabbed his head and placed a deep and loving kiss on his lips. Then she leaned back into her seat, grabbed her wine, and took a sip. She looked him deep into his eyes and said, "I hope it was as wonderful for Becky as it was for me, and you satisfied her very well. Now, my dear, tell me what happened next with your boss."

Michael then took a deep breath and continued to tell her everything that happened next at the office. He began with the unexpected visitors while he was under Mrs. Sharp's desk, and then everything after that. That he had to please Mrs. Sinclair like he did with Mrs. Sharp, and finally that he also had to make Mr. Sinclair's cock hard again with his mouth so that he could fuck his boss.

During his confession, the expression on her face changed from amused to astonished to sometimes scared, but he continued to talk about everything. At last, he mentioned the new contract, CT, too, that Mrs. Sinclair dictated to him, and he was to print it out.

 Mrs. Garrett made an astonished face and wanted to read the new contract. So Michael stood up and took his purse from the hall. When he returned with his purse, she let him stand before her, let him take out the contract, and asked him to read it aloud for her, but only the paragraphs that concerned him.

Michael did as he was told and read everything in a trembling voice. This time, Mrs. Garrett seemed to be in really deep thought while hearing him.

When he came to the discussion about the expectations that he should undergo hormonal treatment to make him more feminine, she made really big eyes. After that, she took a deep breath, drank another big sip of her wine, and finally said to him.

"Well, that seems to be a really important contract for your company, and as I want you to successfully continue at your company, you should do what the contract says. That means you have to make an appointment with a good gynecologist to talk about that hormonal treatment. 

I'm so glad that we already agreed that you must always be locked in a chastity device. So that problem is already solved. And the appointment with the good gynecologist will be soon, my dear," she said with a grin.

With that, she patted the seat beside her again, and Michael took a seat.

"I know that this must be very confusing to you, but I already thought about our relationship when you first told me about the merger at your company and all the consequences. It was clear to me that you would not stay the same husband that I married, but it did not matter to me. 

When I saw the steady feminization, the lingerie, the skirts, and the heels, I learned to find these changes fascinating. I even liked that you became more attentive, more sensual, and more feminine. And I also learned that I like to be a bit commanding sometimes and that I enjoy leading in our relationship. So it was only logical that I would turn you into my submissive maid, and I really enjoyed that. 

So now it will be another step, and I think it is a logical one too. Your employer wants you to always behave femininely and demurely and wants no male mannerisms to disturb your appearance there. And I think that with the right doses of suitable female hormones, your mind and your body will become even more feminine in time. We already have two wonderful daughters, so our family planning is over, and you are not to become a father again. 

I know that the right combination of estrogen and progesterone will help you develop very smooth skin, let your hair on your head grow stronger, and surely help you to grow your very own breasts, too. I think you will really enjoy the last part, as I will too when I can suck on your growing nipples," she said, smiling.

Michael could not believe his ears. What was his wife talking about? Taking hormones and growing breasts? 

Did she become totally nuts or something else? But there were other thoughts deep down, too. He thought about the ability that the hormones would give him and the changes they would make to his body. He would surely approve of getting smoother skin and letting his hair grow stronger and longer. 

He would, of course, love to have his own hair done at a salon. And growing breasts… that was really alluring to him. He always envied his wife's lovely breasts, and now she would be ok with him getting some too? How marvelous...

"Do you really agree with me that I will be getting much more feminine and also will start to grow breasts?" he asked his wife.

"Well, right now you already look like a woman to me, and as long as you go to work for Mrs. Sharp, you will stay that way. Am I right?" She asked him right back.

"I guess so, my dear," Michael answered. "And is it safe for my health if I am to take female hormones? What about my penis? Will it get erect anymore?"

"Well, I think we have to start with giving you some testosterone blockers. These will make your testicles stop producing any more of the masculine hormones and will even reduce the amount of sperm. 

You will be chemically castrated, and you will not get erections anymore. But as I have you locked up most of the time right now, I think it is not much of a loss for you, right?" She asked him with a raised eyebrow.

"Yes, you are right, dear. I'm sorry for that," Michael said and looked down.

"You don't have to say sorry, dear. I really enjoy having sex with you and always enjoy your talented tongue. If I want to have sex with a big dick, you can always use a strap-on with me. Maybe we can get used to that if we keep you locked up and you use it like that from now on. And maybe once in a while, you will let me have a well-built bull for my own pleasure," she said with a grin.

Michael shuddered at the thought of his wife having sex with another man.

"But that's not the topic of our conversation right now," she closed any more possible discussions.

"After your testicles are out of order, you will get a small amount of estrogen and progesterone each day. These are female hormones, and I will prescribe some normal birth control pills for you. 

You have to take them each morning, and not only will the hormones make you feel more feminine, but also the simple fact that you will find taking these pills alluring. Preferably, you will take them each morning at your office desk, where Mrs. Sharp can see that. I know she will be extremely excited to see you taking them."

Michael was really confused. That was more than he ever hoped for, and he was unsure if he really should go so far for his job.

"Calm down, dear. I guess that this is the only logical step that you have to take right now. 

We will make you more feminine, and you will enjoy that. And as I said, it is ok for me because you already are my little housewife right now. And I will enjoy your growing breasts when we are together. I already talked with Allison and Lucie. You know that they are ok with you dressing all the way like a woman, even at home. 

And if you also get a more feminine shape, they will not care about it. Today, everybody is more open about transgender issues, and no one really cares about that. It's not that we will take off your penis, right? I don't think you should go all the way; I really love your penis. 

But maybe you will develop into a very sexy shemale with gorgeous breasts and a lovely body. Would you like that?"

"Uh, I guess so. If you say that it will be like that, then I would like that to happen," he said. "When do I have to start with the treatment?"

"Better to start right now, dear," she answered. "I will get you the necessary medicals from my practice tomorrow, and you will start taking the blockers. Next week, you will start with the birth control pills at work.