Part one of this series is in Transsexuals and Crossdressers, "The Creation Of Shanna" might want to read it first.
There isn't a lot of Bondage in this, mostly examples of domination and control.
Enjoy the read.
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Edie Montrose sat at her new[temporarily]desk, wondering what she had gotten into. This was a good opportunity for her, the company was highly regarded as a good place to work, if a little eccentric. Publicly traded, the majority of the stock was owned by the founder, a transsexual named Angie Browne-Davies. The biggest minority owner was her new boss, Mike Hogue. A veritable giant, he was six feet six, and weighed at least two fifty. Platinum blond hair, cool grey eyes, chiseled jaw. He looked like like the actor he used to be. She used to watch his show, and fantasized about him, he seemed to be shirtless and nearly naked most of the time.
He was still in good shape, but off the market.
Shanna Jones, his fiance, was one of the most beautiful women she had ever seen, remarkable since she was genetically a man. They had been together almost two years. Rumor had it there was trouble in paradise.
She had been in his office yesterday. Not smiling when she entered, she seemed furious when she left. His office wasn't quite soundproof, and she was pretty sure they were yelling.
The morning went fairly smoothly, she was aware she was the fourth temp he had used in the last three months, after his old assistant had to quit and move to Arizona with her husband, a man with diminished breathing capacity, for the dry air.
The first three temps were younger, and when he sent the last one back he specifically requested someone more mature. Edie was 44, and when life was kinder to her she looked much younger. She had gained eighteen pounds in the last two years, and in her own opinion, was worn down.
Just after lunch, she was doublechecking the list of afternoon meetings and agendas, when Miss Jones stormed into the office. She was wearing a business suit, black slacks and blazer, white silk shirt, three inch heels. Without speaking, she went towards his office.
"Let me announce you, Miss Jones," she said while she reached for the phone.
Miss Jones swept the phone off the desk.
"I don't need to be announced. I'll come and go as I please."
To be so small she was strong, and had her swept out of the way and halfway into the office.
"Sorry, sir, she just refused to stop," Edie said as Mr. Hogue stood.
"It's all right, Mrs. Montrose. I know how determined she can get. Please, give us a few minutes."
She nodded and closed the door, going back to her desk.
She could hear screaming, and forty minutes later Miss Jones came out.
She was disheveled, crying, clothes in disarray. She had a skirt instead of slacks, and her blouse and jacket were torn. Her assistant, a comely Chinese woman, appeared and gently led her back to her office.
Ten minutes later the assistant returned, going to the door of the inner office. Once again, when she tried to stop the second woman that day to try and barge in on her boss, she was swept aside. This time it was a palm to her stomach, knocking the breath out of her.
As she lay on the floor, she was able to see and hear some of what went on.
The woman ran forward and jumped feet first over the desk, slamming into his chest as he started to rise. He and the chair went flying, skidding across the floor.
Amazingly after absorbing a blow that strong, he rolled to his feet in a defensive stance. There was a brief exchange of vicious blows, when suddenly the woman went flying into the wall, stunned.
He helped Mrs. Montrose up, made sure she was all right, told her to cancel the rest of the day, and stormed back into the office, slamming the door.
Thirty minutes later the Chinese woman stumbled out. Her lip was swelling, and there was an obvious bruise on her cheek. Her skirt was split to her waist on one side and her hose was missing.
She refused help, limping away.
What the hell was going on?
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Mike sat at his desk, wondering how his life had gone so wrong so fast.
When he and Shanna had gotten back from the road trip/vacation almost two years ago, he was the happiest he had ever been in his life.
He had fallen in love for the first time in his life. After a lonely and loveless childhood and almost fairy tale adult life, he biggest desire was to have a stable home and children. He was determined to give then the best life possible and surround his family with love.
The fact that the love of his life was physically unable to have children didn't deter him a bit. He was raised in an orphanage and knew very well there were good children out there who deserved happiness, and he had no trouble at all with giving it to them.
Their romance was a whirlwind affair, sort of. Shanna had been a man almost for the two years he had known her before she embraced her true identity. Small to the point of being petite, slender, when he first saw her he had thought she was a woman. They had established a friendship, something rare for him. He had liked his wife too, often using them as traveling companions on many of his business trips and a few vacation.
He discovered their submissive tendencies, and exploited it shamelessly. Never sexually except to tease, just pushing them past their comfort zones and ordering them to do small things once in a while.
Shane had changed to Shanna during a vacation in Vegas, and was his companion on a long trip across the country. By the middle of the trip the relationship had become sexual, revealing her feminine, submissive tendencies. His wife had been cheating before the trip, Mike had gotten proof, breaking into his vacation to fly home and confront her. She agreed to a no fault divorce from Shane.
By the end of the trip Shanna belonged to Mike heart and soul.
After she came back to work, her old assistant refused to work for her, and was replaced by Suzie Qwan, who became her best friend and teacher of all things feminine. They became very close.
After getting permission from Mike, she went on a hormone treatment. He said he didn't care about breasts, but she knew all men loved them, regardless of size. She developed into a 32B before he made her stop, saying they were the perfect size for her body. Left to her own devices
she would have went for a larger size, but didn't argue. Her nipples became super sensitive, and when he kissed, nibbled, and sucked on them, she was almost uncontrollable with excitement. They both knew it would only be seconds before his large cock was between her lips or nestled into to her tight little bottom.
She did a little more work, shaving her Adams apple down for a more feminine appearance and voice.
Soon after the vacation they had a serious discussion. Mike wanted every thing out in the open, what he wanted, what he expected in the relationship. He expected them to have a full life together, to raise a family through adoption.
