Amanda Perry cheerfully went into work, dressed neatly as always in her satin blouse and black pencil skirt. She had been at the legal firm for six weeks now, as Ms Martin’s PA, and was enjoying her job. She also thought they’d been pleased with her work; that’s why it was such a surprise to see Mary waiting for her at her desk, not in her own office as usual.

“Something wrong, Ma’am?”, she asked.

“I’m afraid so, Amanda. I’ve no problems with your work; however, you do seem to have completely overlooked the section of your employment contract about dress code.”

“I beg your pardon. It said in the paperwork to always be dressed neat and tidy in an manner that suits an executive PA.”

“It also says, and I quote, ‘in line with the managers own requirements’. You are not in line with my ‘requirements’.”

“I do apologise for that, Ma’am, but with all due respect, I am not a mind reader. I am good at my job, but not that good…!”

“Yes, It’s my fault entirely. Can you take this card up to the fifth floor, now, please? They will arrange to get you suitably attired.”

Amanda took the card from Mary and headed straight for the lift. She called the lift, got in and pressed the button for the fifth floor. She was unconscious before she reached the fifth floor…

Some time later, she awoke back at her desk, slumped in her chair. She stared in amazement at her hands, now completely covered in shiny black latex. She then sat up, trying to work out what was going on, and caught sight of the rest of the outfit for the first time…

She shrieked. Her neat and tidy blouse and skirt had gone. She was wearing a skintight, shiny latex catsuit, with a clear smoky latex panel over her cleavage, leaving nothing to the imagination. The catsuit ended as a collar similar to a polo neck jumper around her neck. She was also wearing six-inch heels.

Mary had come out of her office when she heard the shriek. To Amanda’s amazement, she then started discussing the days work, as if nothing had happened, completely ignoring how distressed Amanda was. Eventually, she stopped and looked over.

“Are you listening to me?”, Mary asked.

Amanda was getting quite hysterical. Mary could see that, now, so she walked over and gently started stroking her head. She then, right in front of the whole office, kissed her, then took her hand.

“Come, sit with me”, she said.

In a daze, still worried, Amanda let Mary lead her into her office, her suit creaking gently as she walked. They then set down next to each other on Mary’s sofa. Mary then proceeded to explain, trying to calm Amanda.

“In this company, my company, we do things slightly differently than most. Our positions and job descriptions are roughly the same, except for one… The PA. A PA in this firm is always female. She is not a ‘Personal Assistant’, she is a ‘Personal Attendant’. That means she sees to her superiors every need. Every need… do I make myself clear…?”

“The suit you are now wearing shows you off, properly, as you should be”, Mary continued, stroking Amanda’s breast, “with a beautiful body like yours. At the same time, it sends a ‘look, but don’t touch’ message. The suit is locked; only I can undo it, and I can only do that at my flat. You are now, and forever will be, my property…”

“The coat hanging behind your desk on the stand will allow you to go out in public, such as when you are running errands for me. Your property is being put into storage as we speak; you will have no need of it, really, as I will provide you with everything you need. You will also live with me from now on, so your flat can be sold.”

Mary kissed Amanda again, this time full on the lips and using her tongue. Amanda, to her amazement, found herself returning the kiss…

“I can be a very benevolent Mistress, once you get to know me…”, Mary purred.

“I can’t wait…”, Amanda said, quietly. She had secretly fancied Mary ever since she had started at the firm (yes, Mary had noticed!) and this new ‘arrangement’ was giving her everything she had ever wanted. Even the suit wasn’t uncomfortable…