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Ready to delve deeper into the company’s assets and liabilities come Thursday morning 3 days since she’d last seen him Kate arrived at the office building. Her phone rang playing the instrumental version.
The tune ‘Frere Jacques’ was written about a friar that overslept and is urged to wake up and sound the bell for the matins, the canonical hour of Christian liturgy, the very early morning prayers for which a monk would be expected to wake.
As close as Kate ever came to praying she lightly sang the last lyrics…’Dormez-vous …Dormez-vous…Sonnez les matines! Sonnnez led matines!...ding dang dong…ding dang dong’.
Swiping her finger up across the screen as the song of a ringtone ended she spoke.
“Hi Sally…I’ll be up there shortly….bye.”
Walking up to the elevator she stood still waiting for its door to open when suddenly Patrick appeared. He had been told to address her properly whenever it appeared like they were alone
“Good morning Mistress Kate.”
Smiling silently Kate pointed to her high heels intending to reinforce his place in their personal relationship. The question was would he obey? She had seen it before with men she was turning into submissive beings. On seeing them in pubic the few who hadn’t obeyed merely informed her aided by further discipline more training was needed.
Patrick immediately thought …’right here…like this …right now…what about if someone sees me?’. A quick glance around to see if anyone was nearby spoke to his apprehension of doing it in public. Hesitating for a few more seconds he dropped to his knees before bending all the way down to kiss her foot.
“I see two there….do both pet.”
“Yes Mistress Kate.”
He leaned down again this time kissing the top of both shoes. The hint of the smell of shoe leather and foot-odor mingled reminding him like ‘Amazing grace’ after the long weekend he’d once been lost yet now was found.
Standing up next to her the act of worship making him feel turned on in some way he listened as Kate spoke.
“Did the package arrive?”
“Yes Ma’am it was there when I got home yesterday. I plan on following the instructions and take them every morning just like you want me to. It’s been a while since I’ve been on a healthy diet.”
Inside the box was a years-worth of little packets with 3 pills individually wrapped inside the cellophane. The note accompanying the large package merely said ‘taken every day these will help shape you into what I’d like to see you become.’
What it didn’t say was that they were female hormones. No coercion no being forced he could have checked yet she figured it was likely he wouldn’t. An addictive quality to them if he thought they were diet enhancing pills so be it. Time would tell as his body took on a softness most females enjoy.
“What about your health club Patrick. Do you remember my instruction regarding that?”
“Yes Mistress It’s been sometime since I’ve gone but I checked…my membership is still good. I’m going to stop by there today and every day after instead of having lunch…..like my drinking weight lifting is forbidden…. just toning.”
Her hand reached out and touched the bulge coming from his chastity cage letting it act as a reminder.
“20, 30 maybe 40 pounds I want lots of weight to be shed….Bring me a list of programs they have and I’ll select the ones I want you in…..and your hair such lovely potential I want it grown out”
“Yes Mistress….last time I did that was at university.”
Kate held her hand out expecting him to kiss it. It was an act of servitude combined with adoration to a Goddess as his lips gently kissed her hand.
“We do not remember days we remember moments…and your lost weekend was exactly that for you.”
“Yes Goddess I’ll treasure it always.”
Just then the ping announced the arrival of the elevator. As the door opened Kate looked at Patrick.
“Because you hesitated a few moments ago you’re not allowed the privilege to ride up alone with me.”
It was a rebuke having to do with his training. The old Patrick would have told her to ‘go fuck herself’ and got on yet his personality was changing.
“Yes Ma’am I understand….it won’t happen again.”
“I should think not…Saturday morning 9:00 o’clock at my house…you can expect an extra 200 hundred spanks with a paddle of my selection.”
Bowing his head in reverence he listened as the elevator doors closed. Kate figured he hadn’t discovered the pretty temporary tattoo or he would have said something about it.
She was familiar with males as a whole and their grooming habits. Quite often they’d breeze in and out of a shower a quick dry off and brush across the hair and they were on their way.
Patrick had never met a woman like her. He felt alive he could feel new emotions and sensations he never experienced before. One thing he knew he wanted to be with her as much as he could.
When in the office he had been told to only give Sally Wilson a cordial hello and refrain from speaking with her. He learned she was going to play a major role as Kate finalized the deal no longer treating Sally as a secretary.
Patrick slipped into the men’s room deciding to change into his workout clothes there. He figured it would lessen the chances of anyone in the locker room seeing the chastity cage.
Hustling into the shower stall dripping with sweat his hand held the towel at his waist for extra protection. The workout was reminder how much out of shape he was. Patrick’s locker was half-way down the row his back partially turned to the middle aisle he quickly slid on the pair of ‘tighty-whities’ underwear.
“Hi Patrick.”
He turned on hearing his friend.
“Hi Bill.”
“Hey guy…me and a few of the boys are going out bar hopping and chasing babes tomorrow night….”
Looking at the bulge in the underwear not knowing it came from the chastity cage he commented.
“Boy your ‘package’ is really stinking out what have you got a python in there?…hey you want to…say what’s with the earrings buddy…don’t you think they look kind of gay?”
The man started to chuckle as he spoke.
“....You haven’t gone over to the other side have you?...you know how much we hate those damn faggots.”
That’s when the man saw it. Neatly centered on Patrick’s lower back the pretty 6” band of flowers of the temp-tattoo was in full view. Looking un-manly the colorful patterned display gave the shallow friend pause. He let out a humiliating laugh on seeing it as he pulled back.
“Say forget about Friday now that I think about it.”
At the main aisle Bill turned back.
“Nice tattoo….”
Adding under his breath….’fuckin’ fag’.
Patrick could hear him laughing as he walked away.
He ran into the large bathroom to look at the wall filled with a long mirror above the sinks. Sure enough on his lower back was a feminine looking tattoo of colorful flowers. As they moved to the center they pointed lower just above the top part of the crack of his butt. Patrick scurried back to his locker.
At the end of the other row of lockers on the other side of the middle aisle a tall man had taken it all in while he finished up dressing. Walking up fixing his tie a good 5” taller the beefy male looked to be in his mid-40’s. He handed Patrick his business card.
“I think it looks nice…my name is Preston Starger…you ever want to hook-up call me…..by the way I like seeing you wearing a chastity cage it can be quite a turn-on.”
Assertively his hand reached out to pat the hidden metal cage.
“It’s important a boy knows his place.”
Patrick had never been mistaken for being gay much less being hit on. Staring at the card he saw the LGBTQ rainbow in the corner above the name. Casually walking away the man spoke as he pulled and tugged getting the knot of his tie up into place.
“I help organize the pride parade…think about what I said.”
‘Boy?….I’m 42’….the thought floated through his mind watching Preston walk away. He couldn’t explain why he said it but he replied ‘yes sir’.
Returning to the office Patrick was shaken when he saw Kate. The woman stepped out from the conference room for the moment.
“Ahhh I see…you’ve discovered the lovely tattoo haven’t you my pet….I was wondering when you’d spot it.”
Patrick cringed hoping no one heard her say ‘pet’.
“You should know I always make my mark on my subs…though temporary you can expect a more permanent one to be inked on at a time of my choosing.”
Her hand gently ran along his cheek-line.
“….Or you could always choose to leave and never spend any more time with me.”
They both knew he didn’t want that the hook was in too deep. Patrick not only wanted to he needed to be with her for as much as she would allow.
“No Ma’am.”
“Very well I’ll plan on seeing you Saturday morning like we planned.”
Part of taking over his world wanting to know as much as she could about him Patrick had been instructed to keep Kate informed about all aspects of his life.
“Yes Ma’am I meant to tell you some guy in the locker room hit on me…he gave me his card and suggested I call him.”
Handing her the business card he waited.
“Interesting…perhaps later you still have much further to go in your training.”
Watching her head back into the conference room Patrick felt aroused slipping into the bathroom he pulled his pants down inside the stall. His lust spiking he felt the urge to masturbate somehow despite the cage. Jostling his balls he tried to free his penis from the chastity piece.
“Owe fuck that hurts.”
Able to pull one ball free as his dick started to get hard he found out why his chastity cage was called ‘the points of intrigue’.
A series of lifted metal pieces ringing the round section dug into his penis. Glad he hadn’t soiled the toilet bowl water with urine he reached down and collected the clean fluid quickly splashing it on his cock hoping the coldness would reduce his erection.
Kate and Sally turned on hearing the knock on the conference room door.
“Yes what is it we’re busy in here?”
It pleased Kate to hear Sally Wilson speaking using the abrupt tone she used.
“Humm excuse me ladies…I mean women…I mean Ms. Kate and Ms. Sally….Kate can I see you for a moment please.”
Sally refocused dropping her head she went back to looking over the spread-sheets as Kate left.
Inside the bathroom the door locked Kate had Patrick lower his pants. The chastity cage was half-off dangling between his legs
“So you disobeyed my orders and tried to masturbate anyway…not good pet,”
Speaking from experience she continued.
“Often they leave drag marks….had you gotten totally hard they would have drawn blood….I bet you’ve learned those points of intrigue hurt huh?”
Taking the pendent necklace holding the key to his cage off from around her neck she unlocked it. It always amused her to hold a man’s bits as she put the chastity cage back in place.
“You just need a smaller base ring…someday they’re going to build a better mouse trap. In the mean-time I’ll add 300 more to your spanking count for Saturday. By the time you’re done you’ll need a pillow to sit on”
The first thing Patrick noticed was the blackbird in the cage. Voluntarily he kept himself moving on all fours hoping to please Mistress Kate. Waiting for her arrival to the dungeon he wondered what she would say.
Kept busy during the days working the new position as a secretary in the company he used to own he found himself driving Kate home and picking her up every morning. As the months past between the job and the chauffeuring commitment and time spent at the gym taking ‘Zoomba’ classes he hadn’t much time to himself.
When picking his Mistress up he learned in its own way it was a form of inspection on her part.
The female hormones were working their magic as was the dieting and workout regimen. Ignoring weightlifting his frame trimmed off the excess fat.
At first it felt odd to be in tights and a leotard yet after a week or so of playful razzing from the females in the class it seemed as though they accepted him like one of the girls.
A simple look up and down by Kate would let him know what she thought. Keeping it to herself she thought he was looking good in the woman's day-wear outfits from his expanding collection of feminine slacks and floral tops. Subtly shifting both Sam and Patrick they had moved from gender-neutral clothing as secretaries to a uniformed look noticeably more feminine.
Not one to save much in the past he found he had to watch what he spent his money on. It seemed so confusing the move of from A shares-value to B shares-value Patrick discovered the shift of the company’s stock diluted the worth of his shares.
Every weekend now meant being in his mistress’s dungeon. As always being naked he waited while on hands and knees. Like a puppy with its head out the window of a moving car his nose lifted taking in the scent of her perfume while she was still in the hallway.
“There’s my baby…show me a wiggle…shake that pretty butt of yours.”
The jeweled anal plug lodged between his cheeks caught the light in the room. He felt like he was being objectified the way Mistress Kate stared at him. Shaking his ass from one side to the other made him feel girlish.
“Let me see your toes.”
She had finally asked to see them. 3 days earlier he had been ordered to have his toes done in red with clear polish put on his fingernails. Turning on the carpet on the floor of the dungeon he looked up at Kate.
“So nice lift up….Now turn this way …just a look over your shoulder….oh yes this is going to be a lovely picture.”
His face felt so smooth from the laser hair removal treatments yet it made him feel more comfortable when he smiled.
“Now dip a little…your chin at the tip of your shoulder…turn let me see a hint of your areola….baby quick tweak your nipple make it go firm.”
He could swear he felt a little wiggle that shouldn’t be there.
“Just a touch more…your arm lower it…yesss there flick your hair a little…keep looking…hold it hold it….lovely smile….turn let me see your lower back…such a lovely tattoo the flowers so pretty…and to think you thought it would hurt to have them inked on….my next idea involves the mark of a lipstick kiss.”
It had been a source of some trauma for Patrick. A Friday evening appointment two months previous Kate had challenged his level of obedience. The temporary tattoo he’d first worn was to be replaced with a permanent one.
He knew he couldn’t say no. Lying on the table near 3 hours later Patrick left with a 6” band of flowers in colorful ink patiently applied strewn across his lower back.
There was no denying the look once it was put in place. Every time he glanced at it the tattoo acted as a reminder of Mistress Kate’s influence over him.
The flash went off a half-dozen times.
“Now full frontal…turn towards me…pretend you’re on your bed…your mind lost in the haze of a dream…let your pretty butt rest on your heels…your hair put your hands up and hold…my its getting so long…stare off into the distance….ohh baby that’s cute both nipples are hard….”
The click of the camera spit out a couple more pics.
“Now one with your little cage…ever since we bought the smaller size you haven’t been able to touch it….it makes you look so innocent.”
Kate held the camera and looked at him.
“Sweetie you see that thigh-high sheer cover up hanging on the hook…the one I walked in wearing last night before your spanking….I know it’s kind of ‘foo-foo’ femme with the long sleeves and the puffy ruffles at the wrists yet I’d love to see you slip it on for a few more pictures…”
Walking while talking Kate lifted it up.
“Hmmm would you be a doll and try it for your mistress.”
Patrick had seen it when he came into the dungeon. It couldn’t explain why yet he felt an attraction to it. He also liked when she spoke to him like the way she was. It was like Kate was an older wiser sister instead of the harsh demanding mean tone she’d had when they’d begun some 5 months earlier.
“Sure Mistress I can do that if you’d like.”
Kate smiled as she handed him the piece of bedroom-wear lingerie.
“Very nice…it feels good when you’re obedient doesn’t it?”
“Yes Ma’am it does…ohh this feels so soft.”
“I must warn you chiffon can be sooo addicting…tie the little string belt yet pull it open along the sides….yesss like that…let’s get some more of your front.”
The woman could tell Patrick was getting lost in it free of objection most any men would make he once more took to posing as she snapped off pictures. Tilting his head this way and that he kept a cute smile on his face.
“Honey reach in the little side pocket…see those…they’re called pasties…just peel off the backing…yes…careful….slowly put them on your nipples….don’t worry they stick on.”
A deep shimmering red each pastie had a dangling tassle hanging down.
“Alright…oh I can’t even call you Patrick anymore…not like this…Baby playfully muss your hair chin drop to your chest…purse your lips…hold it hold it…very good….now lower your hands near your chastity cage…point your fingers…your nails look nice…I can tell you liked going to the nail bar I suggested.”
Patrick got the urge to arch his back legs spread bum on his heels he leaned forward sticking his chest out. The two glittering tassles lightly swayed for the last set of pictures.
The mood shifted as Kate had him remove the chiffon cover-up. Staring as she hung it up on the hook he looked like a little child that had the cookie jar put back atop the refrigerator by a mother after an indulgence.
Kate settled the leash around his collar leading him towards the birdcage she was amused aware how disconcerting the bird made Patrick.
“Shall we let Poe out of his cage?”
Being under her tutelage he’d learned she called the blackbird ‘Poe’ short for Edgar Allen Poe. The bird looped around the dungeon a few times before settling on her shoulder.
The master-slave dynamic is an interesting relationship. Having spent so much time moving on all fours the past many months Patrick developed the feelings it often produces. With both admiration and devotion expanding a slave becomes quite obedient in a desire to please their superior.
Regularly being on hands and knees one accepts the transformation their life path is put on. Frequently they don’t notice the subtle changes others do as they gradually occur.
Goddess Kate looked down appreciating the developments his body was showing. What had once been a masculine frame had taken on the thinner shapely look that comes from losing over 50 pounds while displaying the effects of female hormones.
His bottom now had a rounded curvature while his breast development was taking shape as the areola and nipple on each took on the attractive femininity that came as they expanded. With his hair growing out it was clear he would soon need the benefit of a seasoned stylist.
Kate spoke while looking at the single blue-tooth speaker.
“Alexa play ‘Cry for Love’ Iggy Pop.”
The mistress guided him along as Patrick voluntarily placed his body on the padded leather piece ready for another spanking. The fine line between pleasure and pain her pet grew to enjoy both feelings while being paddled from a selection of different kinds on instruments commonly used in the BDSM world.
As Iggy Pop’s tune started his head shot up on feeling the first blows to his backside.
‘Status seekers I never cared…Once I found out they never dared…to seize the world and shake it upside down….and every stinking bum should wear a crown…’
The lead guitar started building its sound…every few seconds hitting the same chords.
‘Sayin’ I cry for love…till all the plates are broken…Cry for love…until my eyes are soakin’….Yeah cry for love….on every salmon morning…Cry for love….Cause imitation’s borin’
The rhythm and bass guitars kept pace in the background knowing the finish would come from the lead dominating with a wailing loudness.
‘Whap, whap, whap, whap’…making Patrick wince the noise of the paddle fell into sync with the rock tune.
‘Bad Tv that insults me freely…Still I know what I’m dyin’ to see…Meaningful embrace….Sometimes my self-respect took second space…’
Once more he’d been brought into the ‘sub-space’ that comes from being spanked hard as the last of the song’s lyrics ended followed by the crescendo of the lead guitar supported by its mates.
‘Ah I cried for love….I did what my heart told me…Cried for love….Can’t stand it…When they scold me….Yeah I cried for love…..’
End of part 3 …