Dressing the Boss, by the Secretaries - Part 2    by Prim

Continued from story 12 in Golden Prim set 11 "God Sherryl, is that you?" "Are you still in bed, Clementine? I can't stop thinking about the boss, and how he's going to fire the four of us!" Sherryl struggled up onto one elbow to help her to think straight. "Hey, that's not going to happen. We see this through, right?" "Well it's all right saying that, hon, but we left him tied up in the office, wearing our panties and bra and tights and in Eleanor's blouse and Isadora's skirt. Do you think Delia and Pam will have untied him this morning?" "They might have. Listen, Tina - just get to the office fast, but don't go in. The four of us'll meet in Mario's across the street, then we can go in and face him together. Cos listen, we're not going to give an inch. We set him straight yesterday about our bonuses, and all the rest that needs putting right. Let's see it through, all the way." Clementine knew she was right. It's just that this was the big pig Jason Wellington they were talking about. The four secretaries met up in Mario's. "I've been thinking," Sherryl told them. "Did you see how quiet he got when we got him into that second pair of knickers. By that time we had him in Eleanor's bra and blouse and my panties, with Tina's tights and knickers." "Yeah," cried Isadora, "we had him just where we wanted him, the big dick." "Yes he's a big dick," said Sherryl, "but he's a soft little weed as well. He's got delicate nerve endings when it comes to secretaries who make him wear their clothes and lingerie. So I think we should be putting our foot down, all our heels down together, and keeping him dressed. In our things." The others were quiet for a moment or two as they realised she was right. They had the clothes. They had the power. "Let's do it," grinned Isadora. "I'm in," chuckled Eleanor. "I know just what dress I want to put him in," cried Clementine, and the four of them slapped their hands together in the middle of the table and got up to take on Jason 'women's clothes' Wellington. The cleaning girls hadn't untied him. The clown was still there, spread-eagled from one desk to another, with Isadora's skirt turned up revealing Tina's knickers between the spread of his legs. He didn't look happy. "Maybe we'd better get you something to eat?" said Sherryl as she undid his gag. "You're out, the four of you. Pack your stuff now! I'll give you something to eat!" he snorted, looking furious. He looked rather ridiculous roaring the odds when he was dressed as he was and couldn't move an inch from where he was. "Oh? Temper - temper!" retorted Eleanor. "You'll find that it's us who are giving the orders now, Mister High-and-Mighty." He looked taken aback. In fact he wasn't sure what to say next. Isadora stumped him even further. "We've decided you need to stay in our clothes, diddums," she said. "I mean, just look how well they suit you." Clementine had taken out her phone and was taking snaps. "You've got to admit," she told him: "you look so right in a blouse and skirt. All subdued and secretary-like." They all giggled. "The girls are right," said Sherryl. "We're going to dress you each day in our clothes, so that you learn that your place is under our control. Starting with Clementine's. We'll start by taking you round to her place to get you dressed up nicely. She's got some lovely lingerie to put you in, and an elegant slip. Personally I can't wait to see what you look like in a dress." He had very little to say: just bits and bobs like: "You can't keep me dressed in your things for long," and "this is so humiliating!" It was raining outside so they all got their macks on, undid bossman Jason and put him into Sherryl's satinized rubber mack with the matching hood up over his face, and marched him out to Eleanor's car. He sat in the back between Clementine and Isadora in their macks, with them holding onto his arms all the way. There was a great deal of mackintosh sizzling and crackling as they kept the fool in check and told him what nice lingerie they were going to put him into. By the time they got him into Clementine's house he was a bundle of subdued nerves, and when they removed his mack and skirt they found a rather sticky mess in the front of the knickers he had been wearing since the previous evening. They were in control of him all right, and he was discovering how effectively secretaries can boss their boss once they get him into their clothes.

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