Corporate Policy Ch. 02
Keywords: Corporate, Ch., 02, Policy,
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Paul was certainly prompt; at the indicated time his cautious knock could be heard at the door.
Tom paused momentarily, for as much as he had been awaiting this moment he was going down a road that he had never explored before. The truth was that Tom had been progressing to this point for a long time, frequenting similar sites to those of Paul, finding himself drawn to images that he would have never have found alluring when he was younger. Now he was moments away from the realization of the most secret of fantasies and he had to find some courage to open the door and let the adventure in.
Eventually he stood up, and had to clear his throat before calling out: "Come in!"
The door opened, and Paul entered, clearly shamefaced, looking down at the floor. He was dressed in his normal formal work attire, but carried a gym bag in his left hand. Tom wondered what lay inside, feeling the beginnings of the same surge of lust that had directed him to taking this step. The same sense that he was merging the sexuality of control with the blurring between masculinity and femininity. Paul closed the door behind him, then stood motionless, clearly unsure what to do. Tom smiled. "There's a key in the door, Pauline. I think that you should lock it, don't you?"
Paul put down the bag, and turned to obey. As his hand rested on the key Tom saw a discernible tremor. He placed his hand on Paul's shoulder: "It's alright Pauline." His hand rested there briefly, although Paul's shoulder felt rigid with stressed expectation. The door locked.
"I want to watch you dress, Pauline. You can get ready over there". He looked over at the lounge area of the office, indicating with a nod that Paul should begin, then turned and walked back to his desk. Paul noticed with some disquiet that a camera stood on the desk.
Paul had been afraid of this moment ever since the discussion he had held with Tom and yet late the previous night the thought of the role he would be forced to play had left him erect, wanting, restless. As instructed, he had waited until his wife was not around, and then he'd searched carefully through her cupboards, finding a combination of clothes that excited him, and that he suspected would have the same impact on Tom. Matching pink, almost transparent panties and bra, dark elasticized thigh-high pantyhose with a delicate pattern on the elastic, a formal pleated black skirt to just above the knee, feminine buttoned blouse, formal but strappy high-heeled shoes. So formal on the outside, so feminine underneath. Packing them into the gym bag under a concealing layer of his gym clothes was the first act of collaboration, and presented it's own thrill. He consciously recognised that his resentment at being forced into this situation was more than overcome by the thrill that his fantasy, carefully constructed over so many years, was being attained. As he started to move towards the corner he felt the beginnings of a very unfeminine erection.
He put his gym bag down on the low coffee table, unzipped the top, reached in and took out the clothing, laying them out across the tabletop. Tom's mouth went dry as the wispy underthings were exposed to his gaze both bra and panties so transparent that the wood grain of the table could be seen through the material. Then Paul stood up, with his back to Tom and began to unbutton his work shirt.
There was tense silence in the room, both men nervous, hardly believing that this had begun. Paul pulled his shirt out of his trousers before letting it slip off his arms and draping it across a chair. His shoes followed, then he bent down to peel off socks. His trousers joined the shirt, and then a pause before his thumbs slid into his underwear and as they fell he was naked.
Tom wished Paul would turn around, but he remained silent as he picked up panties, bent over and stepped into them, drawing them up until they stretched across his ass like a drumskin. He struggled with the brassiere, even though it clipped together in front. As he drew up the first leg of pantyhose, a transformation began it seemed inconceivable that his posture should be changing, but his actions seemed to become softer, reflecting in gentle motion the gentle sheer femininity that encased the two legs. He stood up, and Tom knew that Paul was savoring the feel of the texture against his flesh.
Tom's heart beat with such intensity that he felt it was difficult to breathe. He watched Paul step into the pleated skirt, pulling it over his hips and zipping it up as a woman would do. Paul's struggles with the buttons, in reverse position to a male shirt, took some time but Tom felt no need to hurry him on: for these moments were like the voyeuristic glimpses into a private act, privileged to share secret moments. The shoes such high heels lifted his calves within the pantyhose, and now he turned shyly to face Tom, the girl nervous at her debut, the teenager gangly in her new adult outfit, the promise of woman beneath formal skirt and blouse. Pauline whispered: "I'm here", not knowing what to do next.
Tom swallowed, but his mouth remained dry. The words, the submissiveness of this creature before him charged him with a greater sexual desire than he could ever remember in his life. For notwithstanding the transformation that he had just witnessed, this woman before him was a naοve nervous creature that he knew would submit fearfully to his desires. As much as he wanted to fill Pauline with the iron bar of his cock, he wanted to explore her, live out the fantasy that he was sure they both shared. He picked up his camera. "Look at me, Pauline I want your face in the pictures."
Pauline stood unsure as Tom walked around her, taking pictures from the vantage points that he enjoyed. "To work here, you will have to do exactly as I require. You understand that, don't you?"
Pauline nodded, head turned to the right to look at Tom as he circled, capturing yet another image. "Now lift that skirt so I can take a picture of your ass in the panties." Pauline hiked the skirt up, holding it crumpled in his hands, hips now startlingly naked below the material. The curve of his ass stretched the material, so transparent that no modesty was spared. "Good. Bend forward, legs apart." Pauline was conflicted between desire and embarrassment, aware that bending over stretched the underwear even further, conscious of how submissive a pose this was. It seemed to take forever as Tom moved about to different angles, capturing the scene in close detail. "You have such a beautiful ass, Pauline; I can't wait to explore it more closely." As he heard the words, Pauline felt his cheeks clench nervously for that could only mean one thing. Was he ready to be a girl? His fantasies had always stopped short of the absolute reality of giving himself, feeling himself being filled with a man's need. And yet his cock had been engorged from the moment he put the panties on, and this fear did nothing to alleviate his desire if anything it only emphasized his desire for submission.
"Now stand up, turn around and keep the skirt up."
Paul did as instructed, conscious now that his raging erection was probably clearly visible through the gossamer stuff that made up the panties and he realized this was true as he saw Tom's focus on that narrow strip of filmy fabric. After long moments of just gazing, Tom lifted the camera, moving to capture images from multiple perspectives. Paul's face felt ablaze with mixed emotions, aware that his cock was twitching slightly, ashamed at the exposure, but SO erect that it felt he would explode. The contradiction was clear: he had never felt so consciously feminine, so clearly an object of such evident lust while his manhood was the vehicle through which this girlish sentiment was revealed. This mawkish confusion was apparent in his stance, his expression, his tenuous balance on the heels; and it increased the desire Tom experienced, trying to capture on film not only the images of flesh, erection, panties, pantyhose but the paradoxical emotions so evident in the discovery of the mangirl before him.
Tom put the camera down, then pulled up a desk chair into the middle of the floor. He sat down and smiled: "Come stand in front of me, Pauline." This moment had been inevitable since the beginning of the discussion between the two men, and Paul had feared it for more than a day. This was moving beyond discussion, beyond photographs and posing to ....where? He hesitated just for a moment, but part of him wanted to take that walk, and there was really no choice; and so he stepped forward, balancing himself shakily on the heels, still holding up the skirt, until he stood obediently before Tom.
Tom's mouth was dry, his hands had a tremor in them, his heart was racing uncontrollably this moment was the realization of years of whimsy: before him, a compliant partner, dressed as a woman, rigid cock straining at panties, open for his gaze. Open for his touch. Open for his touch. It was incredible just how feminine Paul looked like this his legs encased in pantyhose sheen, the panties themselves no defense at all against Tom's desires, the skirt framing legs, hips, and pink, straining fabric. He could wait no longer he reached forward with one hand, gently encircling the rod through the material, then looking up to Paul's face.
Paul's eyes were closed, intent on the sensation of being touched by a man. He knew that he was already close to an orgasm: the first-time thrill had overcome whatever inhibitions he may have harbored, and all he wanted was to luxuriate as a desired woman being touched, opening her legs for exploration for the first time. Tom's fingers slid up to the top of the panties and pulled them forward, freeing Paul's cock: it stood clear of his body, head projecting above the fabric, suffused with bloodlust. When he opened his eyes again, Tom was focused with wonder, lowering the panties enough to expose the length of it.
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Keywords: Corporate, Ch., 02, Policy,