My body has lost everything masculine about it. I’ve gone soft and slight and feminine.
I need this job. I need the benefits that come with it in order to pay for my medicine. To turn back into the man I once was.
To be strong, not slight and delicate.
But the hard and firm man across this desk has made it clear to me. This is a job for a woman, and only a woman will do. Can I be what he wants me to be? Can I do everything he needs me to do?
Can I resist the urges pounding in my body? Can I ignore the craving deep inside of me?
Can I be his sissy?
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“Are you really trying to seduce me to get the job?” he asked, his voice hard and a bit louder than before. There was a tone of indignity in it. A note that asked how I could dare to try this.
“You can’t deny that the idea appeals to you,” I countered, “Look at me. At my lips. At my face. At my body. At my breasts. At my ass. I know you’re looking at me and wondering what it would be like to use me. I know you want to try it. You can try to deny it all you want but you know that you want me.”
“I do,” he said, and the frankness of his statement actually shocked me a bit, “The question I have is whether you have the courage to put action behind your words. I don’t employ people who are all talk and no action.”
“That isn’t me sir,” I reassured him, knowing full well what it was that I was agreeing to, “I’ll do anything to please you.”
“Stand up,” he said, and I found myself driven to obey him.
I got to my feet and his hands were on me immediately, turning and bending me over his desk. He pushed me into position, his hands pressing on my back to push it down while my ass stuck out from behind me. I knew that I was presenting myself to him so fully and completely. I knew that he could see all of me. Could see so much of me.
And somehow the touch of his hands on my body and the knowledge that he was looking at me like this set something off in me. I recognized it like meeting an old friend, experiencing something that I hadn’t experienced in so long and feeling it now so very intense and full.
For the first time in months, I was hard. For the first time in months, I was turned on.
I couldn’t believe it, and the hot shame of it spread through my body and lit up my cheeks. I clenched my eyes shut to try to push it away but the immediate knowledge of it was so insistent on drawing my attention. I was squirming, a powerful need building up in me. Try as I might I could not deny the draw of having this hard and handsome man dominate me like this.
And then his hand reached out and touched my ass. Even through the layers of these pants, I could feel his touch on me and I feel my body respond to it. I pressed back against him, pushing my ass into the palm of his hand. And quite out of my control I moaned out lewdly, practically begging him for more.
His hand drew back from me and landed on my ass with a hard crack. My eyes shot open and my hands scrabbled at the desk as I gasped with surprise at the shock of pain running through my body.
And the pain settled in just long enough to spark off secondary feelings, my body a confusion of desires as I trembled beneath his power.