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   Quick one before we start. This is the last round up for 2 weeks, I'll be back here on Wednesday from September. 

It's purely a time thing.

I will still be here Monday and Friday.

However, by the time I get back things will have really built up.

  In the meantime.

The shiny lens has caught Susanna Reid in its gaze before, thay flirty smile, those strokes of her hair, that knowing look in her eyes, told me she was hiding something. 

Well finally the lens locked on and.

So what I hear you say, we have seen this before and some of us would love Kate to join her. (For our overseas readers, that's Kate Garraway on the left). But what if there was more.....what if we have............. the video?!?!?

   Scroll to the bottom if you dare..............

Wait.... save that as a treat,  before you scroll off, we have lot's more to get through.

2 examples of the delights of travelling alone. However is she having second thoughts, was this all a step too far

Now the moment has arrived, the eye contact, the smiles, the innocent flirting, surely she had expected this...hadn't she?

Our friend Amber brings us these images of Andy and Jane as the Latex awards, where Andy was presenting the award to B&K Maids for service provider of the year.

Funnily enough Rhys and Sofia were there on the same night.

For those who have no idea who these two are you need to pop over to the Patreon

Now then

  I had been waiting until this show was broadcast over here before I posted anything about Maura Higgins on Traitors US.

  Fortunately for us Skinnie S has presented us with this amazing clip of her in the most stunning of Latex outfits.

 Wanna make an impression...here's how

Here are 3 very cute images from our friend Sissy Dani

In preparation for Bergman & Knightley's new ad campaign, Andy goes blonde! (Only his hairdresser--and Aunt Jane--know for sure!)

Saw a video of a woman walking in heels on a treadmill and had this inspiration for Andy's daily exercise:

"Office girl" scenarios  are some of my faves (I even came up with the term "sex-retary" to describe them), so here's Aunt Jame introducing Andy to his new job in her organisation

And now for the time being anyway (we hope) the final part of Skinnie Stallions amazing Office Politics story.

12. Professional as ever

Did he but know it, Owen was quickly becoming a lynchpin in Claudia Bramley’s special projects group.  Without effective financing, the group would not be able to function.  The fact that Owen was oblivious to what he was doing was an obvious plus point.  The absence of an enquiring mind continued to surprise and delight Claudia.   Owen also had a profound work ethic, no doubt engrained in him by his mother.   If he ever seemed tired and needing motivation, Claudia simply needed to dangle the prospect of a few hours with Geoffrey as a reward for successful completion of an assignment.

‘Follow the money’ is a standard investigative procedure coined by Watergate’s Deepthroat.   Tracking money flows can reveal a network of nefarious activity.   Fortunately no-one in Interpol or the intelligence services has seen the need to explore the workings of The B&K Temping Agency or to recognise the better axiom of ‘Follow the sissy’.   But then intelligence would be the last thing anyone would expect in B&K Temping’s special agent and very own ‘Deeptongue’.   In Owen they might find a buttplug most always, a mouthful of clit quite often, a strapon on occasion, a cock if he is lucky, but never intelligence.

Claudia Bramley is careful to select finance companies with female principals who are likely to be susceptible to Owen’s charms.   This month she has sent Owen to build relationships with AXON Global.   AXON has finance affiliates in Caribbean tax havens as well as close links with local legal practices.  The Caribbean will provide Bergman and Knightley with a significant stepping stone into potentially lucrative South America markets as well as presenting a new route into the lower states of the US.

It doesn’t take Owen long to work his magic.   He’s going up in the world and  quickly gains access to all areas.   The beauty of using Owen is that nothing can be intercepted.  There’s no need for emails, letters or phone calls when you have Owen as a go-between.  Nothing need be written down or recorded.   Claudia knows that no-one will suspect a pretty, but (sorry Owen) thick as pig shit Office Sissy.  Looks can deceive.  Despite little between the ears, they won't know he has the virtue of being able to remember short, coded messages especially if they rhyme.   

AXON is quite comfortable providing letters of credit and escrow accounts for Brunnings and Keenan, or whatever registered shell company Claudia has set up for this venture.   All Owen has to do is transfer the details.   It can take a while for Owen to remember the message.   It has to be rammed into him.   It can take a while before Owen gets the rhythm and is able to chant it back.  Owen loves these teach-in sessions.   Maybe he’s a slow learner for a reason.   Perhaps he’s cleverer than we give him credit for.

Today he’s with Isabel Noren, AXON’s lawyer.   She needs to finalise some details with Claudia Bramley.   After the Panama Papers and given the sensitive nature of Bergman and Knightley’s shadow operations , it’s far too important to entrust to normal mail services.   Owen is naturally the preferred route.   Owen’s been finding that Ms Noren wants a lot of his time even when there aren't any messages to convey.   Ms Bramley tells him not to worry since it helps establish his cover story.  Cover story?   Owen doesn’t understand.   He simply thinks that Ms Noren likes fucking him.   He certainly likes her fucking him.

Today is just another cover session.   “Thank you Owen.  That was most professional, as ever,” says Ms Noren after Owen’s finished giving her another licking out.

“You are welcome Ms Noren.  Please may I be excused to the bathroom.”   Owen feels desperate.   Not only does he need a pee after spending an hour beneath her desk but he’s also got a massive hard-on.  Ms Noren had work to do and hasn’t fucked him which has left him on edge.   He leans forward trying to hide the errant bulge in his skirt.  He wishes he’d tucked.   He should have remembered that she only fucks him after hours or at weekends when the office is quiet.    

“Of course, just let me know if you need a hand.”

"That would be very helpful Ms Noren.  Because of the new law, I still get some looks when I use the ladies bathroom so it helps if someone from management takes me there."

"I understand, Owen.  I don't think some of our more junior staff really appreciate the role of Office Sissy.   They will of course, in time.  Sorry, if they're unprofessional.   At the moment, they only pay lip service to AXON being an equal opportunities employer."

"Thank you so much, Ms Noren," said a surprised Owen, misunderstanding, as ever, what the executive  was saying, "some lip service would be lovely.   It's been so long.........." 

"Don't get ahead of yourself, sissy boy.  A helping hand was all I was offering."

"That would still be very nice, thank you."   Provided Ms Noren had time and  even if he didn’t get sucked, Owen was looking forward to her giving him nice slow wank in one of the Ladies’ cubicles.  He could always grind on his Hummingbird and dream of Geoffrey.  Perhaps he can practise that rhyme with each jerky stroke she gives him.

13. Office Politics: In-flight Entertainment

If Owen had thought, he would have realised that Ms Bramley’s offer of a trip to Miami would come with strings attached.   He was looking forward to a few days of sun and sand or just relaxing by the pool to recuperate after his boob job. He was proud of his two new puppies and wanted to pamper them.   He’d heard about some the clubs in Miami and thought they would provide a perfect playground to show them off.

Fortunately, Ms Bramley knows that one of the great virtues of her pretty Office Sissy, the crowning jewel of The B&K Temping Agency, is that he doesn’t think very deeply.   It’s his special talent.   And with his new breasts, he’s got even more to offer.   They’re her reward to him for performing so well since becoming a full-time B&K Boy in her special group.

B&K’s Caribbean operation has been growing rapidly in the last few months, helped significantly by Owen.   Financing the expansion has presented few difficulties thanks to his strenuous efforts with AXON.   The remarkable growth in the Caribbean has prompted Bergman’s senior management to pivot away from Latin America towards more a lucrative markets.   Cruise liners have proved fertile ground for both for hire and sales of B&K Boys.  Lots of widowed ladies appreciate having a companion for their cruise, especially one they can take home with them afterwards.   And it’s not just single ladies.  Older couples find a B&K Boy can bring back that extra bit of sparkle, while honeymoon couples find that a B&K Boy can cater for all tastes in a marriage and not just in the kitchen.    

Business is so good that it’s required an expansion of recruitment and B&K training facilities in the UK.  Tempting as it might be for B&K to open up supply by introducing cheaper Latin American sissies, US customers prefer a British Sissy with impeccable manners and a loveable accent.   It also means B&K can avoid imitations and maintain prices.  Counterfeit B&K Boys have already become a serious problem on the internet.   Cheap Chinese sissies may be available but they tend to be unwilling Incels exported by the Chinese government to relieve their growing domestic pressures.  Customers prefer the authentic and readily distinguishable article from B&K UK: a British B&K Boy is always eager to please.

And there is no B&K Boy more authentic than Owen, boobs notwithstanding.   Claudia allowed him a few weeks at the B&K Health Spa to recuperate after his surgery and for  deportment training in how to walk properly with his new front loading.  He’s also been given some extra padding in his bum so he can now really wiggle.   A strict diet and exercise helped Owen’s new figure to develop its own natural curves while scarring and soreness diminished.  Waiting a few weeks also means that he’s safe to fly.   She wouldn’t want anything untoward happening to her prize asset.

Owen finds he’s not flying as a passenger to Miami but as a temporary member of cabin crew.   B&K Air may not yet rival SlickAir as a prestige carrier, but it knows how to turn on the style for valued customers or business partners.   Over the last few days, B&K’s managment in London has been entertaining Kassidy Dallas, an entrepreneur skilled in supplying talent to fashionable Florida resorts like Sarsaparilla and Mor-o-labia.  A private flight back is the least B&K can provide, especially when Claudia has placed Owen aboard and ready to give his fun bags an excursion.

“Ms Dallas, this is Owen, your personal hostess.   We hope you enjoy your flight,’ says the Pilot.

“Ah, so this is the famous British Sissy I have heard so much about.  Quite a girl, ain’t she?”

“Yes, Ms Dallas.   He’s here for your exclusive use.  Anything you need, he’ll be on hand to serve you.   Won't you Owen?’

“Oooh, can I sit on your hand, please?” asks silly Owen to Kassidy’s surprise. 

“Wait until we’re airborne, Owen,” interjects the Second Officer.  “I’m sorry Ms Dallas, he is new to carbon crew duties but very keen, as you can see.   She turns to Owen: “Remember Owen, these are separate seat aisles.   You’ll have to sit on the arm of Ms Dallas’ chair or bend over in the aisle if you want that, but your priority is catering for Ms Dallas’ needs not your own.   When we’re airborne, you may want to show Ms Dallas how her seat reclines and can be made up into a bed.”

“Yes, Second Officer,” says a slightly crestfallen Owen.   He’s not used to taking instructions like that.

“Don’t worry, Owen,” says Kassidy in a reassuring slow southern drawl, “Ah’m sure you an’ I are gonna get along jus’ fine.  Jus’ fine.   Now what’s a southern gal gotta do to git a drink round here before you an’ me takes off.”

Oh how we hope for more from Owen and the ladies.

But wait, did I not promise something to send me off on my summer break in style.

Good morning Britain, this is the news

It's a shame we could not get the sound up on it but the shiny Lens only works on image,but our lip readers here believe Kate was trying to convince Susanna to stand up and show the viewers the rest of the outfit.

  You can tell by Susanna's hesitation that she was not too sure about that. It's that tell-tale pause and the way she is looking at the monitor just off screen that give away her mixture of uncertainty and excitement.

  Kates reaction when she does stand up says it all, she is just so amazed at her friend and colleagues bravery ,but little does she know, that final little look off screen from Susanna hints that she has a surprise in mind for Kate 

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See you soon

Mid week Treats

Hi Everyone

I hope you are all well.

 Time for a few mid-week treats. In cluding Amber, Skinnie and Dani.

My very best wishes to you all.

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A little treat for you all and especially our friend Samantha for all her kindness to me this week XX

I have heard  from a good source that gossip about passengers on planes is commonplace, well, for those travelling alone Gossip is easily attracted.

Our Friend Amber has certainly come up trumps here, managing to slip our sweet Andy into the tender touch of two blog Legends, my word Andy could die happy from such tender kisses.

This is a lovely image from Amber, Such a beautiful representation of Aunt Jane.

And here we have Andy and Aunt Jane preparing for and taking part in a great photo shoot. I love a horse ride XXX

Thanks Kitty, Love a trip to the stables XX

 Sissy Dani has also dipped her toes into the world of Andy and Aunt Jane creating these cute little images.

I have no idea of the prices but as soon as I do  I will pass them on to eager consumers

Garden party--

Andy: Oh, Aunt Jane, I feel my hummingbird stirring. 

Narrative: Andy is in for  an afternoon of thrilling humiliating arousal....

Hotel--

Concierge:  Welcome, ma'am, We've booked you and your...companion...into the B&K corporate suite as they requested. And there's a rather cryptic message for you--"We have been waiting" signed "the Sisterhood".

Thanks Dani

And now, holding everything up is the final part of Skinnie Stallions amazing tale Office Politics.

Office Politics

By 

Skinnie Stallion

6. Office Politics – Nice Weekend

Owen soon found it wasn’t only Mrs Ericsson who wanted his out of hours support.  Others were so keen to seek out his services that Pam had to maintain a booking sheet for him.  Val on reception was asked to do similar to handle weekend bookings.   Weekend bookings proved very popular.  The husbands or partners of Lumina’s executives seemed to be away a lot. 

This Friday, when Val summoned Owen to the lobby, he found Ms Halliday waiting.  So Ms Halliday wanted a turn too.  She was laughing with Val over the paperwork.   Val took the clipboard from Ms Halliday saying, “So he’s all signed out and into your care.   Have a nice weekend Ms Halliday.”

“Oh, I shall,” said the HR executive whom Owen had admired since his first interview.  “He was my recruitment selection so I think I deserve a weekend with our lovely Office Sissy.”   She paused for a moment detecting a wistful look in the receptionist.   “As you know Val, out of hours bookings are normally reserved for senior management but, if you’d like, I could make an exception for you.   I know you and Owen started at Lumina together.  Perhaps if you’d like a Friday night….?”

“Oh Ms Halliday, that would be amazing.  My boyfriend’s away next weekend.   I’d love to have someone to go clubbing with.  Owen would be perfect.”

“Would you like that Owen?” Ms Halliday asked Owen who’d suddenly gone shy, his buttocks tightening on his XL.  He couldn’t believe that Val would want to go out with him.  He wondered whether Val had toys like the execs or whether he’d need to ask Mrs Ericsson if he could borrow hers for an evening.   Or would that be inappropriate?

“Yes,” Ms Halliday.   Owen didn’t dare look Val in the eye.  It would be interesting to see whether she was like the girls in the Secretarial Pool and members of Lumina management.   He really did need to file a report to Ms Bramley but things did keep getting on top of him.

“That’s good,” said Ms Halliday.   “Now come along Owen, I’ve got a staff car outside waiting to take me to my little place in the Cotswolds.   I’ve got a lot of dictation for you when we’re settled in the back seats.   I know you won’t be able to wear a seat belt but the driver has adapted a baby harness to keep you firmly in place.”

“Thank you, Ms Halliday,” he said, following meekly.

“Bye, Owen,” Val called after him as they headed for the doors.  “Have a nice weekend.  Keep those lips moist for me.”

Back home, Owen’s mother was concerned that he was working too hard.   It was nice that his earnings at Lumina kept increasing (there were a lot of ‘special bonus’ items on his payslips that he struggled to explain) and all very well him doing overtime most evenings and going in on Saturday mornings, but now he wasn’t coming home at weekends.   According to Owen, he was needed on Executive Retreats where members of the senior team could work on strategic positioning and entry into new areas.   But her boy was looking tired.

That Saturday she got a call on the landline.   No-one called on the landline these days.  “Yes, who’s calling?” she asked.

“It’s Claudia Bramley from Bergman and Knightley.   Is that Mrs Peters?”

“Yes.”

“Is it possible to speak to Owen, please?  I was expecting him to call and he’s not been answering.”

“I’m afraid Owen’s away this weekend.   Can I ask the purpose of your call, please?  I may be able to pass him a message when he gets back on Sunday evening.”

“Sunday evening!   Doesn’t he call in?”

“Oh, he’s very busy.  He’s on some company thing or other.   The management at Lumina is so demanding.  They keep pushing him for more hours.  Pushing and pushing.”

“I quite understand.   It sounds like he’s become a very popular boy.   Anyway, please can you ask him to call me when he gets a chance.   I’d like him to come into our offices.  Please tell him to take a day’s leave on Monday.”

“But he hasn't missed a day since he’s been back at Lumina.   And he gets overtime…”

“Monday.   Please tell him.   He can call in to Lumina.   I’m sure he’ll be due some leave.” 

7. Office Politics - Checking In

For Owen, it was the situation that did it.  It had been awkward enough telephoning Pam to say he wasn’t coming in that morning.  Coming to the top floor of Bergman and Knightley was worse.  It brought it all back.  He shivered at the recollection of being summoned to see the Headmistress at school.   He’d hated waiting outside her office while his classmates could see him quivering.  He was less worried by the boys who tended to be sympathetic and recognise his plight.  It was the girls who got to him.   They’d point at him and giggle.  He didn’t feel he’d ever get over that stigma.   He cringed at the thought of standing on the carpet before the martinet awaiting his punishment for what were normally trivial uniform offences except for that time behind the bike sheds with Alex: the girls were never going to let him forget that one.  

That feeling came back with a vengeance as he waited outside Ms Bramley’s office.   He’d been here once before when history had repeated itself at B&K with Joshua.  It wasn’t that he hadn’t learned from his mistake with Alex.   He had. He wanted to try it again.

His heart sank as he was summoned to enter Ms Bramley’s office.  He knew that he’d been poor at keeping in touch with her and failing to report.   He had to atone.  He didn’t wait for instruction.  He crossed the floor and knelt before her.  It wasn’t a time for prayer, it was the time for action. Better to take the initiative he thought as he pushed her skirt aside, hoping she wouldn't consider it an impertinence.  It helped that she parted her knees welcomingly.  Some things hadn’t changed. Owen obviously hadn’t disgraced himself too much.  She was ready for the debrief.  He set about his task, eager to show how his skills had developed after three months of intensive effort at Lumina.  

He was glad that he’d decided to tuck when he was dressing for the meeting.  It seemed appropriate given his report.   His confidence was helped by knowing that there’d be nothing embarrassing to disrupt the smooth lines of his skirt: he wanted to look the perfect PA.   He felt sure he’d never want a PA although Ms Bramley might want to check.

A tight tuck and his panties would also help to hide his XL.   Would Ms Bramley notice that an M was no longer sufficient.   He was now wearing his XL all the time.  Last weekend Ms Halliday had wanted to show him that she felt neglected.   If this continued, he was going to have to get an XXL or maybe even an XXXL.  He wondered whether he’d still be tight enough for any future boyfriend?  Boyfriend?  As if that was ever going to happen when he was working these hours.   

Owen had lost count by the time Ms Bramley commanded him to stop.  He tried to ignore the moistness gathering in his latex panties, staying resolutely focused on Ms Bramley’s delicious secretions.  He was tired and his neck was beginning to ache.  At least Ms Bramley’s desires seemed sated for now and that he’d proved he was still a well-trained B&K Boy.   All her special lessons had been worthwhile.

“So Owen, I note that your technique has come on a lot but it’s changed: you’re using much more tongue and less lips and mouth.   Very good.   But you’ve been falling down on your other duties: you owe me a report.   Have you found out why we’ve lost Lumina as a customer?”

Owen stood up. His face was dripping but he resisted trying to wipe it.  He felt a cool trickle escape his panties and run down his right leg prompting him to draw his legs together and stand as if to attention.   Once more he felt like the little boy trying to explain himself to the Headmistress.   “It’s why my technique has changed, Ms Bramley,” he blurted, his nervousness causing him to forget his prepared speech.

“Sorry?   Explain yourself.”

“I needed to keep my lips closed to preserve my teeth.”

“What?” demanded a perplexed Claudia Bramley.

“My teeth.   I don’t want to chip my teeth.   The executives don't mind, in fact they like it.”

“I’m sure they do but what’s that got to do with anything?  I want to know why they’re not buying Bergman and Knightley.   At B&K we’ve made sure our recent collections focus on the female executive.   We’ve got power suits.   Jackets with padded shoulders: very 1980s, except with leather pants or PVC pants.  Tight latex panties that show NVP under tight pants or leggings.  The executives at Lumina ought to love it.”

“But that’s the problem, Ms Bramley.  The executives don’t want tight pants.   In fact, many of the staff don’t either.   It’s why they wear skirts or loose cloth trousers rather than tight pants.”

“Why ever?”

“Because of their labia, Ms Bramley.”

“Their labia?!”

“Yes, their labia.   And clits too, in some cases.”

“Clits?!   We’ve all got clits!”

“Yes, but not pierced ones,” said an embarrassed Owen.   Despite his recent intimacy with Ms Bramley, Owen still felt uncomfortable talking about private matters.   Was that why he’d avoided making this report for so long?

“Pierced?”

“Yes, pierced.”

“Well, quite a few of the ladies at B&K have piercings.  There’s nothing wrong with that.  In fact, it’s quite the thing especially with some of our younger staff.  Tits and clits mostly, I admit, but I don’t see that’s a problem.  A little clit ring can be quite attractive.  I considered getting one myself a while back.   My mistress at the time was quite taken with the idea of having me on a lead.”  Owen blushed.   He’d never thought of Ms Bramley as someone who might have a mistress.  Still, he guessed, even Ms Bramley must have started somewhere.  

“But these aren't little.   These are large.  With tags attached.”

“Tags?”

“Yes, tags, like identity tags or ownership tags.  Some even have padlocks.”

“I can guess what they’re used for.  Labia, I assume?”

“Yes, Ms Bramley.   Although there’s sometimes even a padlock on a clit just to make life difficult,” Owen sighed, “but that’s just on the juniors.”

“And these tags, do they say anything?  I hope you looked.”

“I did, although it was difficult in the dark.   The Execs’ tags all seemed to be engraved ‘TS’.  But that made no sense since none of them are trans.”

“I see.”   Ms Bramley sucked on her pen.   Owen wished she hadn't done that.   It only made things worse with his tautening tuck.   “And the junior staff?”

“That’s the strange thing.   Most are ‘TS’ too, but a few have ‘DI’, and no way are they Detective Inspectors.   They were the ones with the padlocks.”

“Oh shit!   Shit!  Shit!  Shit!”

“Is something wrong, Ms Bramley?” asked Owen.

“Yes.  Too bloody right something’s wrong.   It means we’re in the middle of another battle between The Sisterhood and The Dark Institute.   I thought those days were gone.   Tattoos are obviously no longer enough for them.  Now it’s tagging and enforced or voluntary chastity.   Or at least one type of chastity.  The Dark Institute has always wanted control of their members.”

“I did wonder.”

“The Dark Institute expect a willingness and readiness in their juniors if they have no male trainees.  I guess this way they can guarantee control, unless The Sisterhood has got there first.”

“But who are The Dark Institute or The Sisterhood?”

“There’s no need for you to worry your pretty, little head about that.   Looks like we’re going to have to switch our focus to skirts and dresses rather than pants suits for customers like Lumina.   We may even have to offer B&K Boys with the appropriate additions.  I assume you’ve not been given any metalwork?”

“No, Ms Bramley.   Definitely not.”

“Ah well, a Prince Albert can look quite sweet on a boy, especially when they’re no longer using their thing.  A PA for a PA.   I’ll do a check later when I reward you with some deskwork for a job well done.   But first I want to brief you about your next assignment.  You might as well get back down on your knees for this.  I find it strange looking at you with my pussy juices all over your face.”   As Owen knelt, Ms Bramley started, “I think some free samples might be a way to get Lumina back as customers.   You can take those in with you.  We’ll call it a perk of you being a B&K Boy.   Then, I’m afraid we’re going to need you to resign by the end of the week……”

Owen was thunderstruck.   He wasn’t going to get his night out with Val. “Bu….”, he opened his mouth to protest but Ms Bramley was prepared and pulled his head forward and ground his face against her.   

“Based on your performance, I’ve decided to take you on as a full-time B&K Boy. You’ll start next week.”

“Bu….,” again his nose penetrated her lower cleavage. 

“Don’t worry about your contract.   I’ll get the lawyers to sort things out with Lumina.   I’m setting up a Special Operations Unit.   You’ll report directly to me.  I have some assignments that will suit a boy with your talents.    In a few minutes, I’ll check how you’ve progressed in another area or whether I need you to have more sessions with Geoffrey before we send you out again.”

8. Office Politics: Checking Out 

 “Well thank you, Owen, that is most kind,” said Mrs Sandborg placing the package beneath her desk.   “You really will make the most perfect ambassador for Bergman and Knightley.”

Owen relaxed and leaned into the moment: “Well, Lumina did send me to B&K for training.”  He felt more self-assured after his meeting with Ms Bramley.  He’d only been in the CEO’s office a few times, roughly the same number that she’d been into him.  This was likely to be the last visit.  Pam and Ms Halliday had said that Mrs Sandborg wanted to do an exit interview.  It was pointless getting nervous.  Even so, he’d put in his new XXL in readiness just in case she carried out her earlier threat.   “I hope I’ve been a credit to both Bergman and Knightley and Lumina Cosmetics.”

“You have young man.  Ms Halliday tells me you’re leaving us. It’s such a shame.  Is there nothing we can do to convince you to stay?   A raise, perhaps?”

“No, Mrs Sandborg.” 

“What about a promotion?  We could promote you to the Executive Pool and make more exclusive use of your unique talents: a useless PA but a perfectly wonderful Sissy.   Status does matter.  Would you like that?”

“It would be nice, but no.  And I like the girls in the Secretarial Pool.  I feel it would be unfair on them.   I’d prefer to be one of the girls.”

“But you’re a Sissy, Owen.”

“I know,” he said ruefully.

“A very pretty sissy, but still a Sissy.  We shall miss you.  I’ve instructed HR that we must go back to having an Office Sissy from Bergman and Knightley.   We thought the quality had gone down in recent years but dispensing with the role now seems like a foolish cost-cutting measure.   You’ve proved the value to us of having a proper B&K Boy.   You can’t beat a good sissy.   Well you can, that’s part of their charm.   B&K seem to have got their training back on track.   I’ve even recommended Bergman and Knightley to The Sisterhood: it would be far simpler for them to renew their sissy stock by working with Bergmans.”

“That would be good.   I’m sure Ms Bramley and B&K management will be pleased.   And I do hope you enjoy wearing your new B&K latex skirt.  It’s a sample from Bergman’s latest JaneStyle range.  It’s designed by Lady Jane Fullerton-Jones in collaboration with B&K’s creative director Andy Latex.”

“Jane Fullerton-Jones?  I recognise that name.  I think she’s worked with The Sisterhood before.   Andy Latex too.   I’ll definitely look forward to wearing her design.   She’ll understand the needs of a modern woman.”

“Definitely, Mrs Sandborg.   She designs with the woman …. and the sissy in mind.   She really thinks about access requirements.   I’m sure Mr Sandborg will like it too.”

“Mr Sandborg does what he’s told.   If it’s as good as you say, I may be buying more items from the collection.  I think latex does look better when trying to impress a client.  I think we need to get out reps back into latex.   And if the reps are going to wear it, so should management.  We need to establish a consistent house-style.   You’ve been good for us, Owen.   You’ve reminded me of what makes Lumina special.”

“Thank you, Mrs Sandborg.”

“But before you get too complacent may I remind you that you’re still working for Lumina until the end of the week.  It’s time for you to attend to my needs.  I have a short gap before my next meeting.   I’m only in Ponte di Roma today rather than latex so I need you to take special care.   When you’re done, and it’ll be me who tells you when you’re done, Lick and blow dry, Sissy boy, and don’t stain my skirt.”

   

“Yes, Mrs Sandborg.”

Office Politics. By Skinnie Stallion

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  As before we have a crossover of my art and Calendar pages on Patreon, but that just gives us the chance to enjoy part one of this story by Skinnie Stallion featuring the adventures of a Patreon character Owen.

 If you have never met Owen, there is so much more to enjoy over on the Patreon.

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Office Politics: Owen’s Market Research

1. Office Sissy: Market Research

Owen listened to Ms Bramley drone on.  He liked Ms Bramley but she’d been through this several times.  She had a prepared script and liked the repetition.  He couldn’t believe her stamina.  He was getting tired and sore. “You will need to stay in character throughout,” he heard her intone above him.  Why did she feel the need to tell him that?   Maybe she just wanted to prolong the briefing for her own reasons?  After his Foundation Course at RADA he knew about method acting. The Academy might have rejected him for the BA course, but surely it couldn't be that difficult playing the part of an ingénue secretary.    “It’s important.”  

“Yes, Ms Bramley,” he acknowledged.  He licked his lips before resuming his studies.   Now that he understood his mission he simply wanted to get on with it though he still had questions that needed answering.   

It was his mother who’d suggested that he apply to be an office boy at Lumina Cosmetics.  ‘Something to get you started if you’re not going to become an actor’, she’d said and ‘keep you occupied’, while he thought about getting ‘a proper job’ as she called it.   Even though he’d been rather ineffective in the mail room at Lumina –  ‘a liability’  as his supervisor put it when pleading with HR to transfer him to other duties  – Lumina management seemed to have spotted his potential and found him a place in their secretarial pool.   It was Lumina HR who’d sent him to Bergman & Knightley for training.

“We’ve had a disappointing downturn at a number of our key accounts,” continued Ms Bramley.  “We need to understand why.  There’s been a conspicuous drop at Lumina Cosmetics.  Fortunately they’ve sent you to us.   They used to take a B&K Boy from us every year but seem to have decided to go their own way this year.   We know from our customer database that both footfall and sales have declined amongst the Lumina ladies.   We’ve also seen fewer referrals to Fem-Me for any of their young gentlemen, although your presence shows they clearly still want some of our services.  That’s reassuring but overall it’s still very concerning.”

“Yes, Ms Bramley,” said Owen, taking a moment to draw breath.

“We know that B&K has been criticised for some of our sales techniques.   It’s been bad enough losing a portion of our make-over trade to Fem-Factory although fortunately our Creative Director, Andy Latex, seems to have smoothed out that relationship.  We can’t afford any more breakaways like Rhys Jenner setting up on their own.   They might not all be as amenable to Andy’s smooth tongue.  By the way, Owen, your technique is definitely improving.”  He lifted his head, expecting some respite, but could only grunt an appreciative acknowledgement before Ms Bramley’s hands pushed him back down.   “But there’s still opportunity for enhancement.   You may continue while I finish your briefing. Turning on again now….”

Owen resumed his lapping as the quiet buzzing resumed.  His whole body started to rock as the buzz became a rhythmical pulse.

“It’s possible customers like Lumina have grown frustrated by the selling techniques of some of our reps and want a change.  They’re clearly experimenting with the open market rather than being tied to Bergman and Knightley .  We can’t afford to lose our position as the market leader in fetish wear, feminisation and fembois.”

“Yes, Ms Bramley,” he gasped as he pulled back to gulp down some much needed air before being drawn back within her thighs.

“We need to understand whether it’s lack of technique of our more recent B&K Boys.   Have we been pushing them through the training programme too quickly?  Are they lacking sufficient practical experience leaving them deficient in the necessary skills, or have they been getting the wrong kind of experience?   It’s clear that lax discipline in our dormitories has left some highly proficient in certain areas and lacking in others.  We’ve received feedback that some of our recent B&K Boys have become rather lazy.  It can only be due to allowing them too much recreation time together.  For example, it’s quite obvious that you’ve been practising too much on your colleagues which is why you’ve needed this remedial coaching on one of the primary tasks of a B&K Boy.”

“Yes, Ms Bramley.”  How many times did she have to go over this?   It was bad enough knowing that the dormitory supervisor had reported him and Joshua to B&K Management.  He was still worried that reports might get back to Lumina HR.  Would they terminate his contract.   Or, worse, would B&K tell  his mother?   Whatever would she think if she found out that he’d been caught sucking another boy?  Not just sucking, but being skull-fucked with Josh’s cock wedged down his throat.  How could he explain to her that it had only started happening during his training course?

“I know deepthroating is a laudable skill, especially if you’re going to be in a household with an active husband or butler, or auctioned to a Master, but you can become too passive.  You need to be more active with ladies.  Remember your primary purpose!  Think what it was like when you sucked your first boyfriend.”   He was frustrated that she always said this: he’d never had a boyfriend.   He still hadn’t, even if he’d become friendly with the more dominant Boys in the dorm after coming to B&K for secretarial training.   “You’ll have licked, of course, but I’m sure your spent most of the time with your head bobbing up and down his shaft.   I know some of your friends in the dorm still yearn for the sensation of full penetration but just kneeling like you do when you have a cock down your throat isn't going to work when it comes to the ladies.  Understand?”

“Yes, Ms Bramley,” he panted between tongue probes.

She burbled on: “Or is it our sales range that has become tired?   Does it need a refresh or are there services that we’re failing to provide?  Is a new competitor stealing market share?   Stealing our ladies?  We need you to find this out for us, Owen.   I know you’re still an employee of Lumina Cosmetics but you’re now a B&K Boy.  You know where your loyalties lie as a Bergman Boy: once a B&K Boy, always a B&K Boy.  And you’re so nearly ready to graduate and go back to Lumina as their latest Office Sissy.   Ready, but not quite ready.”

Ms Bramley’s thighs released him.   He felt sweaty in his latex blouse and drained.  His face was drenched.  He licked his lips sweeping away the immediate moisture and savouring her musky secretions.   As he lifted himself and leaned against the arm of her chair, she crossed her legs to stop more of her juices flowing on to her already damp skirt. “Did I get it right that time?” he asked.

“Not quite.  It was good,” Ms Bramley said grudgingly, “but still not what I expect from a topflight B&K Boy.”  

“But I was getting hardly any thrust  that time.” 

“No. That was only 2.”  She held up her phone to show him the trace history.  “Back under you go and don’t worry, you will get the hang of it.  The BumbleBee has certainly helped you get the right rocking motion and we’ve dropped the setting right down from where we started.  Keep thinking about the pleasure you get from being spit-roast.”

But ….,” Owen stopped himself just in time.   How could he tell her that not only had he never been spit-roast, but that he was still a virgin?   A virgin down there and elsewhere although he had become used to wearing his BumbleBee during recent weeks of training.  Only his mouth had received an organic invasion.  He liked girls and was excited by them, but he’d never actually felt close enough to anyone to get more intimate or even ask.  This was the most active he’d ever been with a girl.  And this wasn’t a girl: this was a proper lady and he was only with her because she was a B&K instructor.  He’d never have the courage even to ask out a lovely lady like her, let alone ask for what he was doing now.   Until now, his little adventures in the B&K dorm had been his first proper experiences and they’d been with other boys.   

Ms Bramley ignored his tentative response.  Had she realised he was a virgin?  “It’s why we call the training technique ‘The Spit Roast’.  It gets B&K Boys back in the rhythm.  B&K Boys should only be passive in one way.  Have you ever been spit-roast, Owen?”  Was she just teasing him, he wondered?   She didn’t wait for him to answer, “Oh well, maybe you and your boyfriend will invite a friend to join you one day.   Anyway, the sensation of a Spit Roast ensures you meet the needs of both partners.   You’ll find it helpful if a Mistress ever wants to share you with her partner or her husband.  It’ll make sure you don't neglect her while you enjoy being fucked.”

“Let’s drop it down to 1 and see how you do.    If that works, we can try without the Bumblebee since B&K Boys don’t always wear their plug.”

“Yes, Ms Bramley,” said Owen feeling not just damp and bedraggled but distinctly out of place.

“And I think you should keep your glasses on.   I know it may feel a bit uncomfortable and unnatural wearing them down there, but you look so cute and innocent in them: as if butter wouldn’t melt in your mouth when all the time all you want is a clit or pussy lips.  Or, I guess in your case, a cock.”

“Yes, Ms Bramley.” Owen had to agree  He did like the way Ms Bramley responded to his attentions.   He liked the way she reacted to his licks and kisses and what started with the moisture of his tongue, turned into secreted droplets, and then into little rivulets of girl cum.  

“That reminds me, you need to practise keeping a stiff tongue if you’re going to rim your lady friends or your Master.”  Owen wondered what rimming meant although he could make a shrewd guess.   “We can try that when you’ve got it right at the front.   Any questions before we resume?” Ms Bramley asked.

“Ms Bramley, when am I going to start my secretarial training?   I’ve only got a few days left here and all I’ve done in the last seven weeks is learn how to dust and hoover, how to make beds, how fold sheets and iron.   I’m meant to be joining the secretarial pool at Lumina when I go back.   Apart from the uniform, anyone would think I’m training to be a maid rather than secretary.” 

“Don’t worry about that darling: they’re complementary skills.   Lumina said you were absolutely useless in your previous roles.   They’d like to keep it that way.   It’ll be part of your charm: an absolutely fucking useless secretary but a gorgeously fuckable Office Sissy.   You’ll be the most adorable office accessory.   What more could the ladies at Lumina want?  We’re making sure you’ll be attentive to all their needs and are equipped for any future career.   Now get down again.  Remember: tongue out as you go forward.   Suck hard as you go back.  And after we’ve tried rimming, I think you’ll deserve a little reward.  I don't want your knees getting carpet burn.  An Office Sissy doesn’t spend all their time below the desk; they also need to bend over the side or kneel on top.  As I said, we need to make sure you're gorgeously fuckable.”

2. Office Politics – Return to Sender

He was nervous about his return to Lumina.  He’d left Lumina Cosmetics as a Mail boy; he was returning as female boy.  He’d left Lumina Cosmetics as a shy, inexperienced young man; he was returning as a shy, inexperienced Office Sissy.  He’d left Lumina Cosmetics as a junior in the Mail Room; he was returning as a member of the Secretarial Pool working alongside other girls: girls he’d yearned for from afar when he’d been in the Mail Room.  Now he’d be close to them and yet be yearning for something else.    

He’d left as a Lumina employee; he was returning as a customer and user of Lumina Cosmetics: wearing make-up had become integral to his identity and who he was.   His nervousness was compounded at a deeper level by the changes that he’d gone through during his ‘secretarial’ training at Bergman and Knightley; he was returning as a fully ‘fledged’ B&K Boy.   On the one hand, he’d moved up the ladder at Lumina and would now have status as a member of the Secretarial Pool; one the other, he’d moved down.  He knew he was going to have to spend a lot of time on his knees.  He was also going to be carrying out undercover Market Research for Bergman and Knightley, whatever that might entail.  He’d been given no guidance.  He could hardly go up to a manager and ask why they weren’t shopping at B&K.   Not that he’d have the confidence to speak to them.   It didn’t help that he’d been instructed by his B&K instructors to be seen and not heard, to follow instructions and not ask questions. He was to do nothing to arouse suspicions.  His duty, as an Office Sissy, was to arouse other things.   How on earth could he find out what was going on if he couldn’t ask questions?    Still, the new outfit he was wearing was nice: far nicer than the unflattering khaki fatigues of a Mail boy.    

Things got off to a difficult start even before his return to work.  While he was being trained at B&K, there had been deliveries from Lumina to Owen’s home.   First to arrive had been a make-up case.  Although it had Owen’s name on it, his mother initially thought he was using his Lumina staff discount and had ordered a present for her.   Next to arrive was a dress: a black latex dress with cute white latex cuffs and bow.  Owen’s mother heart leapt: had her timid son acquired a girlfriend while he was away at the Secretarial Training School?  He’d probably be one of the few males on the course so he’d have the chance to mix and socialise with girls.  Deliveries of stockings, suspenders, and lingerie followed.   Owen was clearly moving fast.  She was starting to think that her only child was a bit of a dark horse.   And finally a pair of shoes had been delivered.   Not just any shoes: a pair of high heels.   Elegant black courts with a 5” heel.  Owen was definitely courting a very special girl.

There had been a tough discussion when he arrived home from the course on Sunday evening, ready to start work on Monday.   At first his mother hadn’t recognised the tall, pretty girl on her doorstep.   It wasn’t his new hair that she noticed first, nor his flowing auburn locks nor his new glasses that transformed his face.   It wasn’t his make-up although his intense carmine red lips were extraordinarily kissable.  It wasn’t his tight white sweater containing firm little breasts.  It was his pair of shiny, clingy black PVC pants and a pair of white platform heels.  The girl looked stunning.  It was only when he spoke that she realised it was her son.  She recoiled.   It was Owen, but he looked different.  So different.   Her boy had changed.   

They talked long into the evening.   Fortunately Ms Bramley and the ladies at B&K had prepared him for just this kind of conversation.  His mother’s initial reluctance slowly turned into acceptance and then recognition that this was the real Owen.  There were tears from both of them.   Her shy and rather inept boy would be much better as a girl.   The evening ended with her holding and hugging him.   This was Owen.   Her boy.   She’d be proud of him whatever he wanted to do, whatever he wanted to be.

Monday morning brought similar worries although it started well with his mother helping him check that his make-up was flawless and his dress properly polished.  Mummy paid for a taxi to take him to the Lumina offices for his Return to Work interview with HR.   She didn’t want him going on public transport in a dress and high heels.   What would people think?  A black latex dress at eight-thirty in the morning?  Fine if he were going clubbing but for work?

Fortunately his appointment was after the normal start time at Lumina and the street outside the offices was relatively quiet.  After paying the driver, Owen’s tight pencil skirt reminded him of his lessons at B&K about getting out of a vehicle: keep your knees and ankles together before pivoting in the car seat and swinging both feet out.  He stood tall in his heels as he smoothed and straightened his skirt and appraised the scene: a glass and concrete edifice that was going to be his work home for the foreseeable future.  He clenched his buttocks and felt his buttplug rise slightly inside him.  He stood tall in the way B&K recommended in their B&K Boy posture guidelines.  He was ready.

He navigated the revolving  doors and tried to stride with confidence across the atrium.  He found to his dismay that the security gate couldn’t identify him.  Facial recognition wouldn’t work for him.  He was going to have to check in at Reception.   Val on the Reception Desk didn’t recognise him either.   She’d joined Lumina at the same time as him.  She’d obviously been promoted while he’d been away.  “Who are you here to see, Miss?” Val asked.

Owen was confused.   Miss!  Miss?   Surely Val recognised him.   “It’s me, Val.   It’s Owen.”

“Owen.   We used to have an Owen here.  Used to be on the Mail.”

“Yes, Val, that’s me.  Owen Peters.”

“Goodness, Owen!   Is it you?   I thought I hadn’t seen you in a while.  I thought you’d left or been sacked.   You’ve changed.   Are you here to see someone?”

“I’m still working here.   I’m joining the Secretarial Pool,” he said with a sense of pride.   “I’m the new Office Sissy,” he added with rather less pride though he was now prepared to accept the title.   Ms Bramley had made sure his sissyhood had been hammered into him hard during his final days at B&K.  What she started, she let Geoffrey finish.  He had to fully accept the thrust of their argument: he was a Sissy.   He was a true B&K Boy.  Or should that be B&K Sissy?   They’d moulded him.  Moulded him to fit.   A few sessions with Geoffrey had left him a total sissy with sissy cravings, although he hadn’t quite gone into all that detail with Mummy last night.   “I’ve got an appointment with HR at nine-fifteen for my Return to Work Interview and Induction.”

“A Sissy?  Oh well, I always thought you were a bit different, Owen, but you do look nice.  If you can take a seat in the waiting area, I’ll ring up and get someone to meet you.  I guess they didn’t bother to inform me since you’re not a new starter.   They’ll need to sort out your access pass but in the meantime I’ll let you have a Visitor Pass for today.”

Owen went over to the sofas.   While trying to thumb nonchalantly through a copy of Elle, he was surprised by the admiring looks staff and visitors kept giving him as they passed through the atrium.   He thought he might get some male admirers but it was the ladies too.   All the ladies.  Why had none of them looked at him like that when he was a Mail Boy?  He’d never merited a second glance back then.  What was different now?  

After ten minutes, a lady with slicked back blonde hair wearinga cream trouser suit came out through the turnstiles.  He recognised her as being someone senior in HR.   Owen gulped.  She’d been on the interview panel when he’d been recruited.   He’d quite fancied her.   She might be older than him but she was still a very attractive lady   She looked at him briefly before breezing across to speak to Val.   The two chatted while they looked at him.   Val beckoned to him.  Owen stood and felt the full weight of his jewelled metal buttplug.  Why did ladies have to admire him now when he was wearing a buttplug?    What would they think of him if they knew he was wearing the hallmark of a trained B&K Boy.  “This is Owen, Ms Halliday,” said Val, “ready for his Induction.”

“Thank you, I’ll take him up to HR.  We’ll do his photos and issue him with a new Security ID. It’s not really surprising that the system didn’t recognise him after a couple of months secretarial training.”   Val sniggered.

As Val turned to attended to other visitors, Ms Halliday put her hand on Owen’s arm.   “I don’t know whether you remember me, Owen.   I was involved in your recruitment.

Owen mumbled, “Yes, Ms Halliday.”   He couldn’t believe that such an important lady was speaking to him.  He could feel the warmth of her hand.   He wasn't used to this.  He may have been trained by Ms Bramley but he wasn’t used to a tender touch, least of all from an attractive, important lady.   Close proximity with a lady like this was exciting.  He averted his eyes trying to stay calm.  He was wondering whether he should have accepted one of those devices that B&K had offered.   At the time, he’d thought it would be too much, and he had no idea who would hold his key.   Perhaps he should ring up B&K and ask for one: Ms Halliday would make such an appropriate key holder but he was getting ahead of himself or at least part of him was.   He was glad he was wearing tight latex panties.

“I was responsible for you getting the job.  I was the only one to spot your talent, admittedly latent talent.”  She gave him a brief sideways look and continued, “I think I’ve been proved right.”   Owen’s heart and more began to swell with pride before she added, “Well Owen, are you still as fucking useless as when you worked here before?  I do hope so.”   She knew how to deflate a boy.

Owen didn’t need to use the Visitor Pass that Val had issued.   With a nod to Ms Halliday, the Security Guard waved them through one of the larger gates.  Ms Halliday took his hand and led him towards the lifts.   She was actually holding his hand!   Maybe, this wasn’t going to be so bad.