'Tears of Chastity.' pt 1
“C’mon baby you know you want it…I know you’re new here yet I’ve seen the way you dress Suzie …you’re just begging to get laid.”
A quick look let him know they were alone in the hallway. Mark Peters put his hand against the wall blocking the woman from moving at 5’ 8” he was just a few inches taller than the 30-something female.
“Alright how about you give me some head….I’ll even settle for you masturbating me…once you touch my dick you’ll want it in your pussy.”
“My name is Suzanne not Suzie…I have a Masters in communication I am not some bimbo here for your amusement.”
Her eyes held his with Mark not noticing her leg was lifting. Wearing her flats seconds later Suzanne slammed her shoe down onto his foot. His hand dropped from the wall only to see her knee him in the groin as Suzanne scurried down the hallway.
The three mid-40 males sat in front of the desk of the HR director Marion. For months rumors had been swirling around the office about the take-over. Within a week in a demonstration of power the new owner was making her presence felt.
The owner Delilah Sampson had an eye for undervalued companies that had sloppy accounting practices with out of date sales habits and archaic IT infra-structure. In the past dozen years she had turned around a host of companies that now were profitable adding to her fortune.
“Mrs. Sampson was not pleased to see all of you had a number of sexual harassment charges filed against you the last few years. Clearly the former owner never did anything about it. Having said that we could still file them since we have made arrangements with the women involved.”
The truth of her words hit like a thunderbolt. Harry, Mark and Stan had once been the darlings of the 10 member sales force. As so often happens they thought the money they were making for the company and themselves gave them allowances to treat many of the females on the administrative staff as mere sexual playthings.
“All of you seem to lack the advanced skills necessary for on-line selling and outside sales as we do it with our company so if we are going to keep you on there will be some changes…Let’s see Harry and Mark you have relatively good scores when it comes to typing words per minute on a keyboard…and Stan your verbal skills on a phone may suit what I have in mind.
Crestfallen Mark and Stan were quick to shake their heads ‘yes’ as though agreeing to what Marion Baxter said as she continued. The woman looked at Harry to see him trying to make a quick assessment of what she had brought up. As she continued it sounded to him suspiciously like they were being offered the position of secretaries.
Money was tight as it always seemed to be yet taking a position as a secretary felt like a blow to his pride. The woman grew more serious prepared to leverage the situation.
“Of course you three can forgo all this and expect us to file charges regarding the harassment claims. I would add if you don’t think we won’t prosecute to the fullest extent than you are barking up the wrong tree.”
She let the reality of the threat settle in.
“We like to handle things in-house it’s why we propose a certain behavior modification program we’ll insist you adhere to….call it atonement…that means correction…..It includes a change of attire that ratchets up the longer you remain and count on restraints as to your sexual-organ’s freedom.”
Harry shook his head wondering what she meant by that.
“You’ll be taking classes here that will help all of you acquire a different perspective of women as a whole and in the workforce and your lives specifically.”
The HR director looked at the three.
“Shall I call legal now or would you like me to carry on?”
Harry spoke
“Go ahead Marion.”
“Well for starters hence forth I am to be addressed as Ms. Marion….all of you have a problem with female authority figures so in order to break that habit you will be addressing your superiors as such as well.”
The woman licking her index finger flipped through the papers.
“Now from what I’ve read of some of the complaints…you all make jokes about woman’s underwear, their hairstyle and doing makeup…let me see if I have it right…saying this is a target rich environment you Mark called one woman a bundle of pent up misguided estrogen after she rebuffed your advances.”
A look of irritation on Marion’s face she looked at him before she continued.
“It says here you’re married Mark…is that anyway for a faithful husband to behave? ...honestly...why all three of you have received forced fellatio…participated in unwanted clutching and touching…I could go on.”
Stan whispered to Mark ’What’s fellatio? only to see him stare back looking baffled at the term as well.
The woman let out a telling ‘huff’ of a noise putting a smirk on her face.
“Calling this business office a ‘pussy palace’ Harry you also said estrogen is best expressed when a girl is on her knee’s….as for you Stan you were quoted as saying the only thing estrogen is good for is making babies and growing tits. Both highly insensitive as if any of you know what a woman goes through carrying a young one to term not to mention having breasts. Let me tell you those bundles of joy come with pain.”
Stan did his best to stifle an immature chuckle.
“Since the issue involves a lack of respect for women and the estrogen we have the company will introduce all three of you to the longer term effects…along with a healthy dose of vitamins and companion herbals and such…If you want I could go into greater detail as to their ingredients. The progress will be gradual with incremental steps yet you will advance that I guarantee ….or as I said I can get legal on the phone now….so it’s your choice leave or stay and sign off on these documents agreeing …..and since it’s Friday I’ll want an answer before you leave my office so we can have a fresh start Monday.”
The three took to huddling up with Marion hearing the discussion among them as one said ‘how bad can it be right?.....let’s show ‘em we can take whatever they dish out’. Another added….’You know we might qualify for jail-time an become someone’s bitch’ while a third declared ‘I need the job I can’t let my wife be the sole breadwinner …besides Trudy will kill me if she finds out I’ve been cheating on her’.
“Ok Ms. Marion we’re all in.”
“Fine then…Stan you’re divorced Harry your single but Mark since you are married I’ll want to meet with your wife one day next week.”
“Follow me to the conference room we have what could be called an aptitude test at identifying images.”
Inside the room free of windows Harry, Stan and Mark sat spaced out at the workstations.
“The list in front of you has imagery that exists in the homepage. Let’s use the spoon for example.”
Marion stopped at each cubicle and outlined the spoon with her finger before moving back in front.
“So stare as long as it takes until you have checked off all of them…we’ll see just how smart you are….you have two hours. You don’t find them all today you’ll be back at it tomorrow and the next until you do. You’re on camera so no rubber-necking trying to cheat or the deal is off.”
Marion lit the aroma candle letting its scent begin to fill up the small room. Sold online by Gwyneth Paltrow’s company 'Goop' made with geranium, citrusy bergamot and cedar absolutes juxtaposed with Damask rose and ambrette seed the ‘This smells like my vagina’ bougie perfume activated a sense of fantasy, feminine seduction while bringing a calming sophisticated warmth.
At the door she turned back to speak noticing the group of males passively taking in its fragrance. Just as licking a pussy can be addictive leading to feeling docile so too was pulling in the feminine scent.
“When I return you will have your physicals and begin your regimen of diet pills and the like that I spoke of. After that you’ll be fitted in a pair of shorts and t-shirt to be worn for the next month during the duration of your initiation and skill-testing. Eventually you will migrate to your new initial office wear of women's slacks and tops and flats.”
Burning the branding icons of corporate titans into customers brains institutions from Madison avenue Ad agencies to the CIA, MI-6 and the KGB have long known of the value in capturing the consciousness of a populace’s mind or as Lenin called them useful idiots.
Subliminal messages use split second flashes of text like embedded images in pictures they prove to be powerful tools in programming a mind.
Intentionally Marion the HR director had the company website homepage designed as a scenic image of a hilltop garden with trees in the back ground filling up the full flat-screen.
The song ‘it’s a beautiful morning’ by the ‘Young Rascals played in the back ground.
At the top of the page directly in the middle was an image of the feminine ‘V’ most often associated with a woman’s womb. A short burst of the words ‘women are superior’ flashed un-noticed by the conscious mind of all three. Marion and Jenna the IT savant went over the different messages fine tuning them.
Most started with the words ‘I want’….to have feminine tattoos, to wear lingerie, to obey women, to take cooking classes, to be pretty, to do housework, to wear high heels’.
Marion smiled saying ‘slip this one in too’.
The ‘HD 3D-vison screen of the homepage was captivating the longer they stared. The company’s IT director working with Marion camouflaged the hidden messages and subtle cues designed to affect the three at a level below conscious awareness. The instantaneous flashes of the text would create hidden desires that would play out later.
A blue-sky background had two rounded clouds that looked amazingly like a pair of shapely breasts gently moving to and fro. Resting on a mound of a hill the bottom of the ‘V’ of dark green grass moved lower surrounded by greenery that appeared strikingly similar as the shrubbery mimicked the folds of a female vagina.
It was a subtle form of pussy worship imprinting its message on their mind. Resting behind the trees on the home page for an instant an image of a hard cock flashed with the words Marion had wanted to add… ‘I luv cock’.
Throughout their time looking at the screen limiting boundaries establishing new behaviors were set and reinforced along with viewing females as authoritative figures.
Four weeks in the initial doses of estrogen and t-blockers seem to bring out a passiveness in all three. As Mark finished his afternoon session of studying secretarial duties he slipped quietly into the room down the hall. It felt so strange not to have any hair on his body below the nose.
A white lab coat on clip-board in hand the older woman spoke with her heavy Nordic accent coming out in broken English.
“Call me nurse Helga….Yaaa…’vill’ have you slip onto padded piece….you lie back Amber…your feet…put in stirrups.”
He likely couldn’t even spell gynecologist much less ever having been in one’s office. Lying back Helga helped slip his feet into the lifted stirrups.
“Leave your hands here while I secure them….there now all set let’s have on this your forehead…so no move sudden by you.”
He lurched on feeling the finger covered in latex probe his rectum. Helga showed him the anal ‘bullet’ plug before sliding it into position. Lifting up the chastity cage the woman next secured it in place locking it as she finished.
“Yaaa your Ms. Trudy holds key too…she boss over you…you tug it hurt…could damage too.”
Helga gently used the heated tool beginning the process of removing his facial hairs. Mark’s head held still closing his eyes his mind drifted to the weeks earlier when his wife Trudy met with Delilah and Marion.
Trudy glanced at her husband Mark standing out of his clothing in the far corner. His hands cuffed behind him Mark held still with his nose holding the coin to the wall doing his best to pick up bits and pieces of their discussion. The phone call from Marion had the woman quickly agreeing to come by the HR director’s office after they talked.
“Yes, I can see the logic Marion and Delilah. Males have no idea how traumatized being sexually harassed is. So this plan sounds rather comprehensive what can I do to help….I take it we will playing the long game on this.”
Marion went into the details of the new diet and HRT regimen along with the group being trained as secretaries.
The woman gave a look at her naked husband well within her rights at having found out about his cheating she decided Marion and Delilah’s ‘re-education’ plan was worth doing instead of divorcing him. Trudy believed revenge is always sweeter than abandonment.
“At home I’ll make sure he takes his morning doses of estrogen and continues to listen to those audio files you spoke of Delilah. I like the idea of having his pay go directly into my checking account. I’ve found take away a male’s access to money and he feels emasculated. I make plenty of money and removing his name from them he will be signing over all the financial documents to me.”
Trudy help up her pack of cigarettes as if to say ‘do you mind?’. Marion held out her hand to take one as Delilah opened her desk drawer and pulled out her own.
“You know I’ve been thinking Marion….maybe I’ll have him learn how to help me dress and prepare in the mornings. One thing he can plan on is doing all the housework. I read that link you send me on female led relationships…it stressed the value of turning a male in to a domesticated husband…wait I should stop using the term husband.”
Marion interrupted Trudy.
“Yes, that would be best…think more wife than husband…It will take a few months for the effects to show themselves yet the march of the estrogen will be overtaking him.’
Delilah spoke.
“Training a male is much like training and housebreaking a puppy. Always remain calm yet firm. Deliver your message in a kind yet authoritative voice. Marion knows this she is very talented in using NLP programming. Good behavior gets rewarded and bad behavior brings punishment so use treats to reinforce his new feminine activities and scold him when he is not meeting expectations.”
Taking a pull on her smoke Delilah blew the greyish blue smoke towards the ceiling before continuing.
“Repetition reinforces the subconscious schedule a time in the evenings right before bed for him to listen to the audio files. Whatever one is thinking about before they sleep they are 7 times more likely to dream about….it’s why they tell couples never to argue before bed-time. Do this to reaffirm the new behaviors he is learning. At home the more he keeps to the schedule you’ve set the sooner they'll become almost unbreakable habits.”
Marion added
“Trust me once you have a taste of power you’ll only want more. He suffered from NPD, narcissistic personality disorder, using manipulation is a tactic to ruin other people’s self- esteem like he did with the women at the office he harassed. When they are caught and busted they often try to play the innocent victim. You’ll establish yourself as the authority figure through proper communication and soon he will have accepted the new power exchange….now as to his new name we were thinking Amber.
“Oh I like that…so feminine Marion.”
“Good because we have the audio files already completed that will program him to accept it. As his mind and body shifts you’ll be going through different stages of control until he is completely obedient.”
Delilah smiled.
“Shall we have the ceremony…having you put him in his panties and chastity cage will help establish you as his superior. At home have him use lots of moisturizer the quicker he adopts to having soft smooth hairless skin the better.
“Our nurse Helga will check every couple of weeks on his chastity cage to make sure things are alright.”
All three women turned on hearing the coin hit the hardwood floor. Mark had heard the word ‘chastity cage’ unsure what they meant he had lost his concentration. He put his nose back to the wall.
Delilah picked up her phone letting Marion and Trudy hear ‘Helga would you stop in my office…yes….thank you’. Marion smiled looking at Trudy saying ‘we playfully call her ‘Nurse Ratchet’…just not to her face’.
A little too thick around the waist than she’d like the 6’1” Swedish born Helga walked in with a smile on her face to hear her boss Delilah say ‘Spanking time’.
Looking like she could be a pulling guard for the New York Giants Helga replied
“Yaaa…Ms. Sampson.”
Naked his hands behind him Mark had little choice but to lay across Helga’s lap. The ‘whap, whap, whap’ sound of her hand slapping his fanny filled the room. By the time she had passed the 200 mark his eyes had started to tear up. He had never felt more humiliated yet was about to establish a new threshold in that regard.
Trudy taking in the sight of Helga’s taut well-sized muscled arms took out her I-phone. The text to her personal trainer that helped with her triathlon training read ‘I need to build brute strength in my arms….whatever it takes I’ll do’.
Standing as Helga held him still Mark looked on as Trudy pulled his ball-sac through the round opening of the polished steel. With it snug as a bug in a rug she next held up the piece with its series of circular metal pieces.
“You see these points on the inside….they’re sharp enough to break skin when put to the test.”
Shaped to accommodate a flaccid penis pointed lower it would prevent it from acquiring any further length beyond 2”.
Turning the key in the self-contained lock Trudy next slid it on to the pendent necklace Marion had suggested she bring. In full view it rested hanging off the shelf created by her d-cup breasts held firm in the bra under her sweater.
The feeling it was a ‘changing of the guard’ as to the marriage’s power dynamic was palpable.
“These look lovely…what a marvelous idea to have them embroidered with ‘her’ name.”
Mark looked at his wife as she spoke holding the pair of high-waisted panties.
“Tell me…what does this name say?...lets have you remember it’s ‘Ms. in front of my own name or Ma’am.”
Mark’s subconscious mind was already familiar with the name having listened to a good two weeks of hypnotic audio files as part of the curriculum of his training.
“It says Amber Ms. Trudy.”
Seconds after he said the name his mind acted on the trigger. His inner voice declared ‘My name is Amber…my life is now about becoming a woman’.
Trudy cupped his hanging balls giving them a squeeze.
“Very good Amber…now let me and the other ladies hear you say…’My name is Amber’.
Deep in his body he felt the connection.
The slight hesitation on his part brought another squeeze before the women heard ‘my name is Amber’. It was all he could do not to say the full the mantra ‘ my name is Amber and my life is now about becoming a woman…I am focusing on my changes. I am going to transition into a very feminine woman. Every time I hear the name ‘Amber’ I feel a strong connection to my femininity’.
By the late afternoon the car ride home had both silently reflecting. After meeting with Delilah and Marion Trudy drove them to the office of her lawyer. The woman Ida Meyer was an ardent feminist and relished telling Mark he’d lose it all by the time the divorce was through.
The morning sunlight slipped into the bedroom waking Trudy up. Like any male Mark woke up feeling horny. Seeing the lusciousness of his wife’s body he slid on top of Trudy. The woman would only have to wait a few seconds before she got the opportunity of reminding him his days of being the dominant husband were over.
Forgetting they were panties he slid the underwear to his knees preparing to mount. Momentarily tolerating his effort Trudy lifted off the satin chemise as she next shook her milky breasts ‘wanting’ him to try and become fully aroused.
“Oh fuck….owe, owe, owe…damn does that hurt.”
Mark spun off her body clutching and grabbing his crotch with both hands.
“They’re called ‘points of intrigue’ for a reason and the days of you getting hard whenever you felt like it is over Amber. I’m going out for a run …when I get back I’ll expect to see you in the kitchen preparing my breakfast….I think I’d like some fresh muffins.”
Led by her hips Trudy slid off the bed as she pushed up with her hands.
“Since it’s just barely long enough put your hair in a ponytail and put on a fresh pair of panties from your new collection. Shave that face too I want it as smooth as your body….from now on you’ll learn like any woman being feminine requires effort. ”
Wiping her perspiration off with her wrist Trudy wasn’t surprised to see ‘Amber’ in the pair of sweats wearing his favorite ‘Lightening Strikers’ football team t-shirt. Leaving the back door open she walked up to Mark holding the top and pair of heels she’d left in the laundry room.
“Get them off Amber….both t-shirt and sweats.”
She handed the canary yellow capped-sleeve ‘T’ that had a hint of spandex in it with the words ‘Bebe’ on the front. He felt embarrassed in his ‘Amber’ panties adjusting the pretty top any ‘valley-girl’ might wear. With more than a hint of emasculation he stepped into the 3” strappy sandals.
Sitting at the table sipping her coffee looking at the ‘Wall Street Journal’ site on her laptop Trudy knew it was just a matter of time.
Her friend Lana was always filled with enthusiasm. Walking in through the open door she held up and waved her phone.
“That was a good workout….I knew I shouldn’t have taken this running with you…work always has some crisis I need to stay on top off.”
Lana pulled back on seeing Mark wearing the girlish top with the name Amber written in script on the pair of panties.
“Is that?….are those?... I mean I have the same top only in pink….what happened to your legs and arms…there’s no hair…your as smooth as a pole dancer.”
Lana looked at Trudy.
”I had no idea…that name on his panties….what is it? …Amber…..I mean is he gay not that I have a problem with it our firm works with a lot from the LGBTQ community….hummm does he like men?...or maybe is he ‘Bi?”
“My honey has decided estrogen is the way to go to fully transition….isn’t Amber a cute name…yes it will take time….but I’ll be there for support all the way to the Lady pond.”
Mark wished he could just disappear.
“Baby…how about those muffins you promised.”
“Yes Ma’am.”
Sitting at the table Lana looked him up and down.
“You know depending on how things develop he looks a little like Bailey Jay…I mean he’ll have to get top heavy…she’s this gorgeous T-girl…a real trailblazer …google her….you know what they say every t-girl that comes out helps those that follow.”
As Amber put the plate of muffins on the table Lana bit her lower lip and pointed.
“What about…you know?”
Trudy looked at Mark ready to assert her authority.
“My Amber just had a teaching moment earlier this morning. Sweetie let’s have you lower your panties.”
Teetering in the heels Mark slid the high-waisted panties down to his knees. Lana couldn’t help herself she let out a burst of laughter.
“It’s locked…that look likes it doesn’t come off easily Trudy….does Amber leak?’’
“Only tears of chastity from now on.”
Gently caressing his balls Trudy scoffed out.
“It’s time she learn to focus her thoughts on matters other than sex.”
“Hmmm now that I think of it my boyfriend Jason could use something like that. I’d love to rein him in. Is there anymore where that come from? You must tell me the website.”
End of part one …
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