*Disclaimer. The full story will include a variety of fetishes mostly including mind control and non-consent, but also including enslavement, feminization, diaper punishment, cross dressing and gender bending. If any of this is not your thing, I ask that you keep going.
This first story is merely introduction and does not represent how the rest of the story is going to go, but still has some steamy scenes. Thanks for reading.
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Chapter 1 – Meet Mark
Meet Mark.
Though very down trodden, he tried his best to be an upbeat guy. Unfortunately, the majority of his life sucked pretty bad. With a combination of a pudgy physique, due to a severe lack of athleticism, as well as a shortened ... "manhood", he had never been popular, or even respected. Furthermore, he never built up the esteem or confidence to be able to make something more of himself. Last year he graduated from university with high honors and several references from his professors, due to his advanced intellect. He had landed a prestigious job at the premier Company for cutting edge science. Hoping to finally reach a better plain of existence, or at least finally get some action, since he had completely lacked in that area. Alas.
Starting at the Company, he had assumed that finally, working a professional environment, he may actually start getting treated professionally. He also assumed that working with adults would mean that he'd finally be treated as one himself. However, this was not to be.
The Company was predominantly staffed by women, and many of them beautiful and attractive. Of the four departments, three were headed by dominant women, and even the Company itself was run by Claire, a no nonsense Ice Queen who ruled with an iron fist and her cold beauty.
The division that Mark had been assigned to was delving into the field of nano-technology. This was Division 1. Only half a dozen staffed the department, and only two or three seemed competent enough for the job. However his boss, Claire, seemed to have it in for him especially. Regularly yelling, cussing and nagging him.. Her favorite insults for him were: "a fucking slob", "a two-legged piece of shit", "a bottom bitch", and the one that hurt the most, "a dickless, pathetic, excuse of a man". And the rest of the employees were either silent or complicit in the bullying, except for one.
Crystal was a sweet woman of mixed heritage. She had naturally straight brunette hair, and large eyes. Her beauty was a little offset by her somewhat abnormally large nose, but what was made up for by her sweet demeanor and loving personality. Plus, she had a great ass and larger, full, perky breasts. It was hard to tell since she normally dressed conservatively bordering on dowdy, due to her own esteem issues. And fully unbeknownst to Mark, she harbored a deep crush for him, but was too shy to do anything about it. Still she always made sure to be nice to him, when no one else would.
But despite his one true friend, the rest of the women held no regard for Mark, and following Claire's example, would belittle him and send him on pointless errands just because they could. Sending him to get coffee, making him empty trash cans, and even cleaning the girl's bath room just for added humiliation.
Whereas before he would have simply hung his head and accepted the berating, he had decided that now was his time to finally take a stand, so he submitted a complaint against Claire to the Human Resources department for her abusive treatment against him, finally hoping for some kind of justice. Again, alas.
Chapter 2 – Nela of HR
A couple of days after submitting the complaint he opened up his email box and saw a response from the Director of HR, Nela. The meeting was to take place during the lunch hour, in her office, to discuss the complaint that he had lodged.
When he showed up at her office, Nela was sitting primly behind her desk and invited Mark to come in and sit in one of the two comfortable leather chairs that were situated in front of her desk. He did. She stared at him rather intensely and a lifetime of meekness kicked in, and he lowered his head in submission. She smiled knowingly, another easy prey to have fun with. He waited awkwardly to begin the session and heard an odd noise from her computer, but didn't want to pry. He looked toward her briefly, but Nela continued to stare showing no indication of how she wished to proceed.
Nela was a striking woman with an imposing presence. While her extreme hourglass figure was something to behold, with her large posterior that is sung about in modern music, she had perky breasts topped above her slim waist, she definitely turned heads when she walked by in her heels with a deliberate swag to her step. But her real features that drew looks was her face. She had brown eyes that seemed able to see into your soul and rich full lips that eluded to acts of passion and lust. And what's more, she knew it.
What many didn't know about her, was her cold, calculated, sadistic desires. She got off on the psychological torture that she could impose on others, and she was good at it. She had lost count on the number of men that she had poked, prodded and weakened to her will, and left broken. The thrill of the hunt was what she lived for, talking to unsuspecting men and finding their weakness, which she always did. Then she would cow them until they were nothing more than heaps of pathetic meat, crying and ashamed. Mark was her next victim, and she intended on enjoying the hunt, kill and display of it all.
"Thank you for coming in, Mark. How are you doing today?"
"I'm fine ma'am, thank you."
Ha. "Ma'am"? This little boy doesn't know what he's in for.
"I'd like to address the complaint that you submitted against your supervisor. Your accusations are rather intense, and I'd like to make sure we've verified all claims before taking any action. Do you understand?"
"Y-Yes ma'am, I do."
Damn, I wish I could stop feeling like a little kid in front of her. But that intense gaze is really making it hard. But I've got to do this if I want any hope at a life, and a career.
"Good. Now you state that Claire has made several statements against you. You claim she referred to you as several things, but specifically a "dickless, pathetic, excuse of a man". Is that correct?"
Ooh, that was a good one. I can't wait to get to use that one specifically.
I winced. Even in this setting that remark still hurt
. "Y-Yes m-ma'am, Th-that's correct."
"I see."
Time to go in for the kill.
"And why do you take issue with that?"
Mark just stared at her. In shock. Taken aback by the cavalier attitude she took saying that to him.
What does she mean why do I take issue with it?
