The Office New Girl

Reader Advisory: This story is for mature audiences only and features intensely erotic situations, multiple partners, female domination, feminization gender swap, group sex, bimbofication and the use of potent aphrodisiacs, submissiveness and dominance. All characters are 18 or older.

Max Losman’s four years in college were supposed to prepare him for bigger and better things than a job as a personal assistant, and he’s not shy about telling his female coworkers he thinks he’s unfairly stuck in “a woman’s job.” It doesn’t help that all his female coworkers are infatuated by his handsome boss, Richard Borough, already one of the city’s most powerful men at the young age of 34, and Max often lets his jealousy get to him.

When he takes his whining and crass flirtation a step too far with a coworker from the office a floor down, she decides it’s time he learned a thing or two about perspective. When he leaves his new weightlifting supplement out on his desk, she finds herself with the perfect opportunity to make a little switch with some hormone pills of her own. It isn’t long before Max finds himself in a new body: female, sexy, and sex-crazed. With no choice but to show up for work in her new state, the office new girl is soon helplessly flaunting her new assets through the office in ways that Mr. Borough and the other partners accustomed to the firm’s stuffy work environment can’t help but notice … and act on. It’s not long before the unfamiliar but compulsively slutty newcomer is getting all the attention she can handle, and more.


I turned back and studied myself from the front.

A healthy blush was spreading across my cheeks. I got a little embarrassed just looking at myself; everything about me just seemed to scream ‘sex.’ My lips were full and red. My lashes were long and thick. Even my hair, just toweled off and still slightly damp, was lustrous and healthy as it cascaded to my shoulders. The scent of the body wash continued to permeate the air I breathed, and with each inhale it brought back all the associations and sensations of that first moment in the afterglow of release. I realized it had been left behind by an ex-girlfriend almost a year ago, and I had never thrown it out.

With a mix of frustration and eagerness, I realized I was already once again almost too horny to concentrate.

Notice: This title includes themes and passages that have been adapted from Jessica Whitethread’s Bimbo at Work with full consent of the original author.

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An Education in Femdom: The Second Trilogy

Reader Advisory: These stories are for mature audiences only and feature intensely erotic situations, dominant women and submissive men, bdsm play, discipline, crops, spanking, humiliation, multiple partners, and public sex. All characters are 18 or older.

Adam’s first hours in his new mistress’s house have been intense ones, but he knows they have only scratched the surface. Before he has done little more than catch his breath, it’s time to meet the other submissives in the mistress’s household and learn just exactly what he has gotten himself into. Far from being allowed to wade in slowly, Adam’s initiation into this tight little community will mean getting tossed directly into the center of its many different flavors of discipline and power play. By the time his first morning has come to a close, he will have a lot more to think about than why there isn’t a number on the mailbox.

Lessons in Submission: The Second Trilogy follows Adam over the course of his week as a submissive in the house of femdom run by the mysterious leader of the Tunisia Society. What begins as a hesitant experiment in the world of forbidden pleasure quickly careens into something much more serious, and the promises that they would not become too attached begin to erode. In the heat of the moment – and the moments get very hot indeed – who can say what will become possible and what will remain unattainable fantasy?


I turned just enough to catch how Chris’s face fell and reddened at the news. “I…” he began, but trailed off.

“Up here.”

He drew a breath and stood. The legs of his chair made a scraping sound against the hardwood of the floor and he winced.

“Here,” Mistress repeated unsympathetically, pointing to a spot at the head of the table.

Christopher moved into place on unsteady legs and then turned back to regard us – the audience of his humiliation and punishment – with that flushed face. He reddened very attractively, I noticed with slight envy. His cheeks took on a very soft glow and his eyes stayed very round as he watched Mistress.

“Tell me,” Mistress said to him as he stood at attention.

“Tell what, Mistress?” he asked.

“Why did you fail the inspection?”

“I – I don’t know, Mistress. I didn’t know I had until you told me.”

“You know, Christopher, I don’t really believe you.”

He looked at the ground, flustered and stammering. After a few seconds he fell silent and he closed his eyes. Mistress watched him coolly. Another moment ticked by and then he opened his eyes and raised them to meet hers.

Notice: This title includes themes and passages that have been adapted from Jessica Whitethread’s His to Train series with full consent of the original author.

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