Only Man In office - Part 9

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When Michael went to work the next morning, everything seemed so normal for him: shaving all over, applying makeup, and dressing as his wife's maid. Then he prepared breakfast and woke up his wife. She really enjoyed his 'maid services' and told him that this should become the new routine each morning.

Of course she checked his chastity device and that he already wore the butt plug before she let him change into his business outfit and went to work herself.

When he arrived at the office, Mrs. Sharp greeted him and took him into her office. After closing the door securely, she had him stand in front of her desk while she was sitting down in her impressive leather chair.

"Michelle, darling, before Mrs. Sinclair gathers you up in half an hour, I want you to do some of your personal duties for me. If I have to give you to her for the whole day, there is a little bit that you should do for your own boss before."

With that, she winked at him and let him come in front of her chair. This morning Mrs. Sharp wore a short black leather skirt and a matching jacket.

She looked like the perfect dominant mistress she already was to Michael. She let him understand with her gestures what she expected of him, and soon he was on his knees before her. With trembling hands, he pushed her skirt up and placed his head between her marvelous legs.

Michael was able to smell her excitement, and then he saw that she didn't wear panties at all this morning...

Mrs. Sharp was so wet thinking about the pleasures she would be getting so soon from her feminized sissy secretary. She sat back, closed her eyes, and waited for the first touch of Michael's tongue.

Michael moved closer to her crotch and placed his tongue on her clit. She shuddered in amazement when she finally felt him. Then he started to lap her slit from front to back and back again. She felt amazing, and it was not only the touch of Michael's tongue that did this to her.

It was also her feeling of power over him that made her so excited. She enjoyed every second, and soon her pussy juices were flowing freely. Michael lapped and slurped everything out of her rose-colored, wet pussy. When her breath was getting faster and her moaning was getting louder, he also felt so amazing that he was able to bring her such pleasure. She was like a goddess to him, and he wanted to please her so badly.

When she finally gasped and her orgasm rushed, Michael had an orgasm without even touching himself or being touched. In fact, his penis was well encapsulated in the small chastity device and was not able to get erect anymore. But his dildo-filled ass sent shivers of pleasure through his whole body.

When Mrs. Sharp wanted to relax after the last shiver of her orgasm was gone, Michael felt that his panties were filled with his dripping cum. It was so good that he always wore some panty liners in them so that nothing of the sticky mess could escape his panties.

"Mmmh, that was amazing, my lovely secretary. I knew why I wanted you to be hired here as my personal assistant. That was one of the best orgasms I ever had," Mrs. Sharp purred. "I guess you found it exciting too, my dear?" she eagerly asked.

"Yes, Ma'am, I really loved to please you, and I even got an intense orgasm myself while you had yours," Michael answered breathlessly.

"Oh, great, so you got your first orgasm as a woman, Michelle? How wonderful. But I think you should go to the restrooms now.

You have to put on some new makeup and fix your lipstick. And if you, too,o had an orgasm, I think you need to change your sanitary napkin, right? I hope you wear one like always. I told you," she smiled.

With that, Michael rose to his feet and watched her smiling. He felt the wet stickiness inside his panties and Mrs. Sharp's pussy juices all over his face. His lipstick was smeared, and he definitely needed some refreshment.

"Powder your face at my vanity chair, Michelle. Then go to the restrooms and take care of everything. You need to look your very best because Mrs. Sinclair will pick you up any minute."

Michael rushed to make his face presentable so that nobody who might meet him on the way to the bathroom could suspect anything.

When he returned, freshly made up and with a new sanitary napkin in his panties, the front desk had already called to say that Mrs. Sinclair was waiting for him. Mrs. Sharp gave him the sealed envelope with the key to his chastity device and told him to hand it to Mrs. Sinclair. She wished him good luck and kissed him on the cheeks. With that, Michael left for his meeting with Mrs. Sinclair.

She was so pleased to see him at the entrance of the building, and soon they walked outside to her car.

Michael gave her the envelope with the key to his chastity device as he had before, and Mrs. Sinclair smiled broadly at him. "It's really interesting that you are so obedient to me. Is that a matter of fact with all locked men?" she asked him out in the open.

"Uh, I don't know that, ma'am. I don't know any other locked-up men," Michael replied. "Maybe Mrs. Sharp has trained me well, or maybe I was always obedient to any woman. But it has definitely gotten stronger lately after she put me in chastity."

"Really interesting, my dear. I'm really curious if I should do that with my friend, too. He is sometimes such a jerk and not really attentive to me. I will really think about it." She went silent for some time.

"But now about today's lessons."

She told him that today there would be a course of about 15 ladies who would be working with the new program soon. So he was told to do a good job to make everyone happy.

"But I'm sure you will handle that great, Michelle. After seeing your training lesson the last time, I know that you won't disappoint me."

"Yes, Mrs. Sinclair, I'll do my best to please you," Michael said.

"Please me, that sounds really interesting," she purred. Michael went red and didn't say anything else. "That's a really interesting offer, Michelle. Surely I will talk to Mrs. Sharp about it," she said with a big smile.

"Maybe Mrs. Sharp will give you everything you want because you are such a valuable customer, Ma'am," Michael told her, already suspecting what she might be up to. But after working for Mrs. Sharp for a while, he already knew how she would react.

He made a mental note to tell her about the talk with Mrs. Sinclair because he knew that sooner or later, she would ask Mrs. Sharp about some personal services from him. And it would be better to let her know beforehand.

"Oh, and by the way, Mrs. Sharp wants you to know that I am available to help you out as a waitress at your company party," Michael told her with a depressing feeling in the stomach area. Surely, he would be introduced to a larger crowd of people there as a mere maid. But against the wishes of his boss, he was ultimately powerless. Mrs. Sinclair was really happy to hear that and smiled at him broadly.

Meanwhile, they reached Mrs. Sinclair's office, and soon both ladies headed to the training rooms. Everything was as well prepared as the week before, and Michael was able to start his lessons a few minutes later. It was not difficult for him because he knew the topic so well.

But he really enjoyed standing there again in front of all these lovely ladies, as he was dressed as one himself. That was exactly what he had always dreamed about in his former job. The day passed by fast as he thought the lessons were over.

Michelle waits for her pupils to be trained in her course.

Once again during the coffee break, Michael enjoyed the small talk with the ladies. Some of them have heard the rumors about him and that he was a feminized male. So once again, he had to tell his story, and most of the ladies were amazed to hear it.

Towards the end of the day, Mrs. Sinclair and Mrs. McLair came into the classroom and asked how everyone had liked the lessons.

All of the ladies were very satisfied and would surely appreciate what they had learned. They praised the quality of the course and how well Michelle answered all of their questions very professionally. Mrs. McLaire and Mrs. Sinclair were very happy to hear this and thanked Michael for his good work. Mrs. Mc Lair loved his skirted suit and told him that.

Then Mrs. Sinclair brought him back in her car to his office. She let him tell Mrs. Sharp how satisfied she was and that she would call her in the next few days. In addition, she told him that the plans for their company party were already ready and that she was very much looking forward to his helping out there as a maid. She told him that he would be expected to go to a local store for workwear together with the other waitresses in the next few days to be fitted for a proper serving uniform and the necessary accessories.

"Of course, you can keep the uniform afterwards for yourself. Perhaps the next opportunity will come soon to wear it," she said with a smile. Michael smiled to himself, knowing that she was so right, and his wife might be very pleased to see him wearing that uniform at home.

The next few days of the week passed similarly, and Michael clearly enjoyed being treated as a chic businesswoman by everyone. Meanwhile, he was so used to wearing a skirt and high heels that it seemed quite normal for him now.

When he returned home next Monday, his wife was already there. He kissed her on the cheeks and asked about her day. She started to talk and said that she really appreciated that he had become so thoughtful and docile now that he was working for Mrs. Sharp.

She was really happy with how things had turned out and that he had now become the more feminine part in the household.

After their talk, he quickly changed into his housekeeping dress to start preparing their dinner. While working in the kitchen, Mrs. Garrett came behind him and cuddled him lovingly. He enjoyed it and was happy that she accepted him in his new role so easily. He only wished that she had been more like that in the past, but she always declined some caresses when he was dressed in feminine clothes. What has changed her mind so totally in only such a short time?

"I really love having a diligent maid here at home. But you are not only diligent; you are a lovely one too..." she said to him. With that, she nibbled at his earlobes and caressed his dress-clad body. "And for my lovely maid, I have a sweet surprise too. Guess what it is," she said mystically.

"I don't have any clue, dear," Michael answered. "Please tell me what it is."

"You wanted to address me as 'Madame,' right?" she asked mockingly.

"Oh, I'm sorry, Madame. Please tell me what kind of surprise you have for me, Madame," Michael hurried to say it better this time.

"Well, my lovely one, I don't want you always working in the kitchen or doing the cleaning chores. I want you to become an experienced personal chambermaid too. And as that, you need to be experienced with dressing and undressing the 'lady of the house,' and you will be responsible for doing my makeup too.

So I enrolled as a 'Ms. Michelle Garrett' in a professional cosmetology course from tomorrow on. You have to report tomorrow at 5 pm to Mrs. Rachel Walters at my preferred beauty salon for your first lesson. I think you've already been there."

Michael was aware that it was the same salon he was sent to by Mrs. Sharp, and so he already knew the ladies there. Rachel Walters was a friend of his coworker Melissa, and so he would likely become a topic of office gossip really soon.

"Oh, do you think it is necessary, dear?" he asked carefully. "Oh, sorry, I mean, do you think this is really necessary, Madame?" He really thought that maybe his wife would give up that thought again. But he was so wrong...

"Of course it is necessary, Michael. I want to have an experienced maid to be my beautician here. You need a lot to learn, and it would really improve your cosmetology skills, and that would even help you to make yourself up better each day.

I want to be proud of my pretty housewife and secretary.

No, it's my decision: you will go there tomorrow and tell Mrs. Walters my best wishes. She's a longtime patient in my practice, so don't shame me over there. You will do everything they tell you to do without any complaints. Is that clear, Michelle?"

"And Michael, I think it is about time that we start increasing your submissiveness to me. I will be discussing a plan with you shortly that will ultimately have you under my control 24/7… and you will not be allowed to do anything without my permission, even go to the bathroom or speak... Is that clear?"

"Oui, Madame," Michael quickly replied. He knew that it was the will of his wife, and he had absolutely no say in that matter. Mrs. Garrett was pleased to hear that Michael became so obedient in such a short time. Well, he would certainly have had no other choice either.

The next day after work, Michael went directly to the beauty salon. A few minutes before five, he arrived there and asked the nice female receptionist about Mrs. Walter's course.

"Oh, hello, Ms. Garrett. Nice to see you. The course will start in a few minutes. I'll bring you to Mrs. Walters, dear. May I say that you look really nice in your suit?" Michael blushed hearing her compliment.

With that, the receptionist led Michael into the salon, and they went into a bigger room in the middle of the salon. There were already three ladies waiting, one of them middle-aged but really pretty, and two of them really young girls, not long out of school.

"Welcome, dear, you must be Ms. Garrett. I guess we are now complete," the older lady said. "I'm Mrs. Walters, and I am the owner of this beauty salon. I've been an experienced makeup artist for 15 years, and you all will learn from me in the next few weeks to become professional makeup artists too.

Michael is on his way to cosmetology class.

"Please sit down, ladies. Before we start, let's introduce ourselves to each other. You already know me, but I want to get to know my pupils better, so please introduce yourselves, ladies," she asked the first of the young ladies.

"Well, my name is Morgana Brown, I'm 19 years old, and I want to become a good makeup artist to open my own salon in the future," she said. "It's nice to be here with you, and I really look forward to becoming a makeup expert."

"Thank you, Morgana. Yes, I'm sure you all will become pretty good cosmetologists after our course here," Mrs. Walters said.

The next lady continued, "Hi, I'm Melissa Jordan, and I already left school a few weeks ago. I need this education to help out in my aunt's beauty salon for the summer, and I want to learn from you, Mrs. Walters, because my aunt knows that you are the best teacher in cosmetology around town," she said, smiling.

"Oh, thank you, dear, and my best regards to your aunt," Mrs. Walters replied. "And now to you, my dear..." she said, smiling at Michael.

"Hello, ladies, I am Michael Garrett, and I was sent here by my wife, who wants me to become her expert in makeup at home and to always help her to be pretty. But when I'm dressed like this, I prefer to be addressed as 'Michelle.' I want to learn so much from you, Mrs. Walters, and I look forward to becoming an expert like you because I also want to improve my styling knowledge."

Mrs. Walters smiled broadly, and the two young girls giggled. "Oh, Michelle, you are so brave to tell us the truth about you. And ladies, stop that giggling! Our Michelle here might not have been born a lady, but she already behaves like one with poise and grace. And surely she is very proud to be such a special lady."

The girls went quiet and looked at Michelle kindly. "Dear, did your wife tell you to introduce yourself here as a man?" Mrs. Walters asked curiously.

"Well, she did not exactly tell me that, Ma'am, but she mentioned that because you are a cosmetology expert, you would already recognize me as being a ma,n and that during such a course it is extremely important to be honest with each other. Another reason is that you are her patient, and you know my wife personally," Michael replied.

"And as it is not prohibited to dress as a woman, there would be no harm in everybody knowing that. And I thought that all the ladies here are such nice girls and that we will have a great time together," he ended.

"That was really wise of your wife; give her my best wishes, Michelle. She is a great doctor, and I love to go to her practice."

After that introduction, Mrs. Walters started with her lesson. s. the first day, they learned all the basics about undercoating makeup techniques, like applying the foundation and hiding any blemishes of the skin.

All the ladies had real fun together, and they mutually practiced what they had learned again and again on their partner.

For their exercises, they all had to take off their own makeup first. Michael had to take off his wig, too, and was ashamed that everyone could see him without any makeup now.

But Mrs. Walters told them that it is especially nice to have him as a male in the course to show them the basics of hiding things like beard shadows and some blemishes that are more common in men's skin. So Michael became her canvas to demonstrate everything in front of all the ladies, and the other girls tried it out among themselves. After two hours, they were exhausted but had learned a lot. Michael enjoyed the company of these ladies, and even the young girls loved to chat with him about makeup and fashion. Finally, Mrs. Walters told them goodbye until the next day, and everyone went home.

At home, Mrs. Garrett had Michael tell her what he had learned that first day, and she was amazed at how much it was. "It's so nice that you finally agreed on that cosmetics course, Michelle. I'm so looking forward to having you here as my makeup girl, and I would love to let you do my makeup in the mornings," she said while taking off Michael's blazer that he had already worn from his office hours.

"The thought of you being there today at the beauty salon with the other ladies and learning how to do your makeup makes me really excited. I really love that you introduced yourself as a man at the beginning of the course. Was it very humiliating for you, my dear?" She asked him, but surely didn't want an answer. Michael smiled and said, "No, it was not really humiliating for me, Madame. To be true, I enjoyed the company of these ladies and can't wait for tomorrow's course."

Mrs. Garrett loved that answer and smiled to herself. It showed her how far her Michael already was on his way to womanhood. "Come over here now and lick me for a while, my lovely maid," she purred. Even if it was a demand of his wife, Michael was so eager to please her. More and more, he saw her more as his demanding mistress than as his loving wife, even if she were exactly that. But the thought of having a demanding mistress went deeper into his mind and made him really excited each time he heard her say something.

After he brought her to multiple orgasms while only licking her, she finally unlocked his chastity cage and let him penetrate her, too. Michael was in heaven, and both of them had wonderful sex that night.

The next morning at the office, Michael told Mrs. Sharp about the cosmetics classes he had to attend, and Mrs. Sharp was more than happy to hear that. "Wow, Michelle, that is so nice to hear. Your wife really gets on with that kinky stuff, yes? She is so clever to train you to become her personal maid for everything; I like that so much. That's a great decision, and she is such a great help for me to increase your furtherfeminize you."

"When you are ready with that course, maybe I will let you do my makeup each morning too," she said, smiling.

"Would you like that, Michelle? You could become the office' makeup expert and could be helpful to all the other ladies up here too."

"Uh, I don't know, Ma'am. I'm a bit unsure if that would not be too embarrassing to me. Please, don't let me do that to the other ladies here," he begged.

"I know that you will be doing exactly that when I tell you to do it," she said, smiling.

"But I'm a nice mistress, and I will think about it once more. I never thought that you would so quickly dive deep into the world of women and femininity.

I'm so glad that I kept you here as my personal assistant, Michelle, and we both will have so much more fun in the future. There is no need to embarrass you too much, my dear," she said, smiling at him.

"Oh, and I think it will be better to tell Amy and the other girls about your cosmetics course too," she suggested. "You can tell them about it in your next coffee break. Because Mrs. Walters is Melissa's friend, sooner or later she would talk with her about such a special customer, too," Mrs. Sharp continued. After their talk, it was time for Michelle to go to Mrs. Sinclair's firm to give the next lesson.

When Michael arrived at Mrs. Sinclair's company, she was already waiting for him. "Good morning, Michelle, nice to meet you," she greeted him at the entrance. "Well, I really love your skirted suit today, dear. You always look so lovely. It's so good that you finally agreed to wear skirts exclusively. With your marvelous legs, you are meant to wear skirts."

"Nice to meet you too, Mrs. Sinclair, and thank you so much for your nice compliments. I really love your tight skirt and that lovely blouse too. Is it an 'Ann Taylor' skirt?" Michael quickly replied.

"Oh, yes, it is! Wow, you have a really good eye. I think' Ann Taylor' is a lovely brand for corporate business fashion. You have great knowledge of ladies' fashions now," she was happy to say.

"Michelle, today we will only hold a half-day course because some of the ladies who are attending are to be at another important company meeting in the afternoon. But that doesn't matter; I have another thing to do for you," she said, smiling.

"Because you agreed to help me out as a waitress at our company's party at the weekend, we have to get you fitted for a proper serving uniform. I'll take you after your lessons with me to a workwear outfitter downtown, where we will put you into a nice waitress' uniform. I believe you will look so lovely, dear."

Michael gulped. As much as he liked being his wife's maid at home and maybe would like to do that at Mrs. Sharp's too, he was a bit afraid to do that at Mrs. Sinclair's company party.

All the company employees would be there, and surely he already had most of them in his lessons. But it was too late now; everything was agreed, and so he would have to serve there. Even his wife was ok with that solution; she thought he would even become a better maid for her after such a public exposure. 'I hope the uniform will not be too embarrassing-looking,' he thought.

Soon his lessons for the day were over, and when he left the training room, Mrs. Sinclair was already waiting for him, together with five other young ladies.

"Michelle, these are the other waitresses for our company party, and we will go get proper uniforms now for all of you. Ladies, this is Michelle Garrett.

She is Mrs. Sharp's secretary and helps us out as a trainer with the new computer program. Maybe you even know her from your own lessons? And she was so kind to help us out as a waitress, so we are so short on suitable girls." All the ladies smiled gratefully at him.

Together they went to the parking area where Mrs. Sinclair had rented a minivan. After a short ride into the city, they reached a big company for workwear fashions and went in.

In On, de they were greeted by a nice hostess and were immediately brought to the changing rooms. Outside the changing rooms were a large number of clothing racks with all kinds of waitress uniforms, maid uniforms, and other dresses prepared for them. Even some tables loaded with the necessary accessories like aprons, maid caps, and even some cuffs were prepared there.

"Ladies, your company wants me to dress you up for your waitress job at your company's party. So I prepared some suitable outfits for you that you could try on, and we can decide together with Mrs. Sinclair what you will wear then, ok?" the hostess stated.

The girls smiled in anticipation and joyful expectation. Even Michael was aroused, not knowing what kind of uniform he would be expected to wear at the party.

"We didn't know if you were expected to look more like some frilly and sexy French maids or if your company wants you to look more like respectful waitresses, so we put together some uniforms in different styles," she announced. All the girls then went on and picked out some of the uniforms from their hangers.

Then they went into the changing rooms and tried everything on. Michael had selected a plain black dress with a white collar, a white apron, and a matching cap. After trying on everything, the girls went outside the changing rooms to show off their chosen uniforms.

Ms. Sinclair was pleased to see so many different styles, from some frilly maids' outfits to more respectable waitresses' outfits. She really liked Michael's choice and told him that he looked nice in the plain maid's dress. Michael blushed but was ok to be seen dressed like that because that was the style he already wore at home when he was to serve his wife.

The other girls complimented each other on their outfits and wanted to know which one would look best for the party. The hostess said that she liked the frilly maid's outfits best, and even Ms. Sinclair said that she really liked that style best.

So everyone was told to pick up a black satin French maid's dress with a white rustle petticoat underneath, and Ms. Sinclair and the hostess selected and picked up the necessary accessories. Ms. Sinclair chose some garter belts and sheer nylon stockings, some frilly maids 'white satin gloves, and some high-heeled laced boots for the girls. She also chose a push-up bra for each of them, which disturbed Michael greatly.

When Michael saw what she had in mind for the uniform, he was blushing deeply. It seemed that he was to be put on display in front of all the company's employees as some wet dream of a fetish lover.

The other girls laughed and enjoyed the uniforms and the accessories, and so he calmed down a bit. He would be just one of the other girls serving, and the embarrassment would not be so much for him.

After a few minutes, all the girls had put on their uniforms and gone outside. Each one looked similar in their uniforms, and even Michael fit in very well. Ms. Sinclair and the hostess praised how the girls looked and really loved the outcome. Michael himself really loved the vintage laced boots, as he always wanted to have similar ones.

So it was decided that this was the perfect outfit for the girls for the garden party and that the girls would all wear the same uniform. Ms. Sinclair put out her mobile and took some pictures of the dressed ladies. Everyone had fun posing for her, and even Michael enjoyed all the attention. Surely the pictures of him in the French maid uniform would find their way to Mrs. Sharp in time, too.

Then everyone was told to undress again and to lay out the uniforms for the hostess to pack. When Michael was back from the changing rooms wearing his red skirt suit again, the other ladies were already waiting. Everyone got the wrapped clothes to take home. Ms. Sinclair got the bill and arranged the payment with the hostess. When she was ready, all the ladies left for the parking lot.

All the girls chatted on the way about the maids' outfits and giggled in anticipation of the fun they would have together at the party. Michael enjoyed being among them and was treated just like any other girl. Some time later, they arrived at Ms. Sinclair's office. The girls decided to have a girls' night out together, and Michael was invited to join them for some drinks at a nearby bar. Even Ms. Sinclair was invited and decided to join them, too.

It was a really lovely evening, and Michael enjoyed the company of the girls. After having a few drinks, he even confessed to them to being a feminized male. The girls were excited and asked him many questions about the "why" and "how," and Ms. Sinclair smiled that he talked about it. They all said how brave he was to become a female secretary to keep his job, and loved how his family reacted so cool.

All were excited to learn about his chastity cage, and some girls seriously insisted on seeing it for themselves. Michael blushed a deep red and needed encouragement from the ladies, and a few drinks later, he decided to show it to them in the restroom.

The girls were excited to see the chastity device on him and teased him a bit, wanting him to get aroused and see the outcome for themselves. Who knows what a friend of the girls would be put into a chastity device himself soon...

Later that evening, when Michael was home again, his wife was curious about the fitting for work clothes. Michael showed her the package with the uniform, and she was amazed. Of course, Michael was told to immediately put it on and model it in front of her.

She was very excited to see him wearing it. "My dear, I never thought about having a maid for myself, and now you are to be dressed like such a frilly French maid in front of a public audience soon. I guess that you will enjoy all the attention that you are given then from the employees of Mrs. Sinclair's firm. I wish I could be there and see it myself." Michael blushed but went straight to changing into the uniform. When he came back into the living room, he smiled at his wife and curtsied in front of her.

"My, Michelle!" she gasped. "You look so lovely as my little French maid. From now on, this will be your weekend evening outfit and, on special occasions, after work.

You will become my sexy French boudoir maid and help me dress and undress, and do my makeup. You really look lovely, my dear. I'm so excited to see you like that. And I love your new push-up bra. You will be wearing that every day from now on, I think."

"Oui, Madame, it would be a pleasure for me to become that kind of maid for you," Michael quickly replied, looked down at the floor, and curtsied again. His wife enjoyed that sign of devotion very much.

"You are making me really wet when I see you dressed like that, Michelle," Mrs. Garrett said to him. "I never thought that having an obedient maid could be so enjoyable. And very soon, you will be obeying me 24/7, and you will have no choice in anything for the immediate future."

Mrs. Garrett enjoyed his company for the evening and let him do everything for her well-being. Finally, he was to please his Mrs. orally without having his chastity device removed.

He felt a bit sad because of that, but knew that it was the right of his mistress. Soon, he would get used to being treated like that always. But Michael enjoyed becoming his wife's obedient servant and would do anything to please her.