Jess had been working at the office for a week when her manager called her in to the office.

“How long have you been with us, Jess?”, she asked.

“A week now, ma’am”, Jess replied, a little puzzled about why she had been called into the office.

“And you did read the terms of employment, didn’t you?”

“Yes.”

“Then how come you’re ignoring them?”

“What!?”

“Section 3, Paragraph 4: All female staff will be attired as the company dress code. Wearing of a leather maxi skirt is mandatory for all staff in secretarial or administrative roles.”

“It can be real or faux leather”, her manager continued, “as long as it is neat, clean, tidy and ankle-length. It’s to create a uniform impression throughout the company. I’m afraid your existing skirt is not in keeping; in fact, it’s outright disrespectful.”

Jess looked down at her skirt. It was black, but that was all it had going for it. It wasn’t made of leather, and it was only just below her knees.

“I was hoping you could make an exception in my case”, she said, haltingly. “I tried wearing one once; the noise it made, as well as the fact that I nearly tripped a few times while wearing it, has given me a sort of phobia about these skirts.”

“Well; luckily, you’re still only on probation, so I can terminate your employment quite easily. You should then not have to worry about wearing one.”

“Ma’am, please! I need this job.”

“Then you will wear the skirt. That is the end of it. Judging by your comments, you’ve been wearing cheap quality ones in the past, that is why you have had problems. Go and see HR upstairs; they will organise you with one that you can wear and pay off through your salary.”

Sadly, Jess got up.

“I’m sorry, ma’am, I can’t do that. There is no way I can cope again with such a skirt. You might as well fire me now…”

Jess gathered her things together, then left.

She had no idea that the ‘management’ had had their eyes on her as soon as she had started. Her tall, willowy figure and long blonde hair had really excited them. The fact that she was also really good at her job was just a bonus…

They had heard the entire conversation with her manager through the monitoring systems in the managers office.

“We can’t let her leave”, one said. “She’s just too good for us.”

“I have an idea”, another said. “It’s slightly unethical, but I think she’ll thank us for it in the end…”

Jess was walking home, still sad about losing her job.

There was no way that she would have worn a maxi skirt again, though, especially a leather one. It would have been just too constricting.

“Oh well. At least my CV is up to date. I wasn’t at this job for long enough to mention it on it. I’d better contact the agency again. I’ll do that in the morning, though; I’m just too tired and fed up, now…”

She went into her bedroom and collapsed onto her bed. She was asleep in seconds, not even getting undressed…

During the night she had a very erotic dream.

She felt people’s hands all over her skin, it made her smile, and she almost purred in her sleep, arching her back. She woke up in a good mood. That made what she was wearing that much more of a shock…!

The ivory satin blouse, with frilled sleeves was bad enough. That paled, however, when she caught sight of the thick, black maxi skirt for the first time…

She shrieked. Screaming, she ripped at it. The skirt refused to budge. All the fasteners and zips were locked. There was also a padlock on the belt…

“Fuck no!”, she cried, yanking at it. “Fuck!”

She dived into the kitchen and grabbed a pair of scissors. Nothing. Not a mark. The same with a knife. She couldn’t undo a single stitch. Moaning and wailing, she fought and struggled, but no joy. At the same time, she had a very good idea who had done this to her…

She was trying to work out what to do next when she hit a big problem. How was she supposed to go to the toilet like this?

Grabbing the front of the skirt, she yanked it upward, and gasped…

First shock was the knee length black leather boots.

An expensive set of sheer stockings met her gaze, as well as a suspender belt that was also locked on, somehow built into the waistline of the skirt. There was also a clear latex pair of knickers with an open crotch. That sorted out about going to the toilet…

She next investigated her blouse. It had silver pop fasteners down the front instead of buttons. She then looked closer at it. It was made from latex as well. Shaking, she undid the top two fasteners…

The clear latex bra met her gaze. Her nipples had been fed through two small holes in the cups and were completely exposed. With a shiver, she buttoned the blouse back up…

“You bastards!”, she cried. She was now furious…

All her ‘normal’ clothes had gone from her flat. Everything was now a variation of what she was now wearing. There were also some knee length transparent rain capes with visors, as well as a thick transparent pink raincoat with attached mittens.

“They’ve turned me into a fucking doll!”, Jess cried, still trying to get the skirt undone.

None of the fasteners would shift. The boots were also locked on. All that would undo was the blouse. No surprise. She was obviously meant to be ‘inspected’ regularly. Hence also the open crotch…

She went into the bathroom and looked at herself in the mirror. God, they’d even done her hair! She was now a platinum blonde, in a pageboy ‘bob’ cut. She looked closer. There was something round her neck…

“Oh, hell no!”, she cried.

On the collar was the single word… ‘BITCH’.

“I’m no-ones fucking bitch!”, she cried. “That’s coming off, right now!”

No, it wasn’t. It was made of one piece, moulded round her neck.

How the hell had they done all this to her so quickly?

Then she looked at the time on her phone. She’d been unconscious for a week…!

As she stared at it, her phone rang. In a state of shock, she answered it…

“Ms Bailey, you’re late for work”, her manager’s voice said.

“Am I fuck!”, she cried. “I left your firm when I was last there!”

“If you ever want out of that skirt again, you’ll come to work. Now. Also, just in case you need a bit of encouragement, bitch…”

Jess jerked as the shocks from her collar hit her…

“No! Stop it! Please!”, she cried. “I’ll come in. I’ll come!”

The shocks stopped.

“That’s better, love. Be here as soon as you can, won’t you?”, her manager said, sweetly. “My coffee won’t make itself…”

With a chuckle, the manager hung up.

Jess just cried and cried…

Tidying her make up as best as she could, Jess grabbed the raincoat and her bag, then headed for work.

Even under the raincoat, the skirt still swished against her legs, the sound she hated. Funny, though; the high-quality skirt she was wearing now did make a difference, as well as the set of underwear. Despite her crotch being open to the elements, the skirt was keeping her quite warm (or was that just the feel of walking in the clothes). She was trying hard not to turn as pink as the raincoat with embarrassment.

“I’ve got to get them to let me out of these clothes”, she thought. “I can’t stay like this.”

Trouble was, she was getting aroused…

As soon as she got back to work, the manager called her into her office.

She didn’t even bother to give her time to take her coat off; she just pushed her into a chair, pulled her coat and skirt up and put a hand between her legs. Jess flinched and moaned.

“That’s better”, the manager said. “My little bitch is behaving herself.”

Before Jess could say anything, the manager fitted her with a muzzle, firmly gagging her.

“There. Now, stand in the corner like a good little bitch until I call for you”, she said.

Jess grunted in annoyance and went to pull the muzzle off.

The manager slapped her, hard, stunning her.

Before Jess could recover, the manager picked up a leather armbinder from a drawer…

Jess whimpered as she fastened the armbinder on…

Jess was soon sweating hard, from both the heat of wearing the latex in the office as well as her struggling to get free.

Her manager had to shock her a few times, telling her to be quiet and behave! Finally, she came over.

“You are so uptight, that’s your problem, Jess”, she said. “What you need is a good shag…!”

She took hold of Jess’s collar, pulled her to the desk and bent her over it. She then unlocked and undid the zip on her skirt, then screwed the daylights out of her using a strap-on.

Jess mewled into her muzzle, frantically trying to scream.

Finally, the manager stood her back upright and, to her amazement, took off the armbinder and muzzle.

“That will do for today. You can go now”, she said, dismissively. “Be here on time tomorrow.”

In tears, Jess fled…

She got home and collapsed straight into bed, incredibly sore. At the same time, she didn’t feel safe there anymore. After all, she had been ‘violated’ in her own flat, and all her clothing had been changed over.

She felt unclean. She wanted to take a shower, but she couldn’t take her clothes off. She just cried herself to sleep instead…

At the same time, something was changing inside Jess. To her shock, she realised she was getting used to the way she was being treated. She even found herself looking forward to it...!

In the managers office the next morning, she just stood there meekly as she was muzzled and the armbinder put on, and she automatically went over into her corner and stood there.

Part way through the morning, however, the manager called her over, then undid her muzzle.

“Derrick in planning needs this paperwork”, she said. “Take it to him, will you?”

“How am I supposed to do that without my arms?”, Jess said, annoyed.

“That’s what the clip on the paperwork is for”, the manager said. “It goes in your mouth; that’s why I removed your muzzle.”

She held the paperwork out. Jess clamped her mouth shut, shaking her head.

“Oh dear. I thought you’d have learned that you can’t say no to me by now”, the manager said, pressing a button on her phone.

Jess jerked as the shocks hit her.

As her mouth flew open as she cried out, the manager inserted the paperwork.

“Good girl! Get going and hurry straight back. I haven’t got all day, and I’ve got more work for you.”

Jess glared at her and set off. Derrick’s office door was shut, however; she solved the problem by headbutting it to knock.

All the time, she heard the giggles and snide remarks of the other personnel. Also, why was she the only one in bondage?

Derrick opened the door and took the paperwork from Jess’s mouth.

“Thanks, love!”, he said, kissing her. “You’re a real breath of fresh air around here!”

He then swatted her backside, with a loud slap echoing off of the skirt.

“Scoot off, then. I’m sure your girlfriend wants you back quickly.”

“Girlfriend?”, said Jess, astonished.

“Oh… she hasn’t told you, yet?”

“No!”, cried Jess. “I’m only here because I want someone to undo my clothing!”

“Oh…! Well, I can do that for you. I’ve got a set of keys. Are you sure, though? You’ll really be missing out, you know. Sheila can be very affectionate…!”

“What, that cow?”, said Jess, unable to control her temper any longer. “All she’s done is mistreat me, punish me, put me in bondage and other things I’d rather not think about.”

“That’s what I mean. She only does that to people she really cares about. You do realise she’s gay, don’t you?”

“What…!!”

“If she’s had any kind of sex with you, it’s because she really loves you. You should be honoured…!”

In disbelief, Jess headed back up the corridor…

Walking back up the corridor, she listened to the remarks again. This time, she realised she had got it wrong. They weren’t snide remarks or giggles, they were envy…

“Lucky bitch!”, someone said. “I’d kill to get that job. Gorgeous, expensive clothing; all my bills paid, my housing paid for and sex whenever I wanted. Man, she’s got it made!”

“Did you see that armbinder she’s wearing? It’s a custom job, made specially for her. It’s worth thousands.”

“That blouse is a one of a kind. God, I’m jealous!”

Jess was almost crying when she got back to the manager’s office.

She’d never seen her move so fast. She was out of her chair, racing over. She hugged Jess hard and wiped her tears.

“Are you ok? Who’s done this to you? Has Dennis hurt you? I’ll fire him right now…!”

“No, it’s not Dennis”, Jess said. “It’s you. Why couldn’t you tell me how you felt about me?”

“I thought it was clear I wanted you”, the manager, Sheila, said, kissing Jess. “You must have had some idea.”

 “No! All you did was mistreat me and punish me.”

“It’s because I care! I can see so much potential in you, Jess. There is another small problem…”

“Really”, said Jess. “On top of all this?”

“I love you, you idiot!”, Sheila cried. “I have done from the first time you walked in here.”

“You’ve got a funny way of showing it!”, said Jess.

Sheila walked back towards her desk. She came back with a bunch of keys…

She spent the next few minutes unlocking all of Jess’s clothing. She even removed the armbinder.

Sadly, she went back to her desk.

She held out a cheque.

“There you go. You’re free to go. This should give you a generous severance pay, as well as pay for a set of clothes of your choice. I’ve also paid your rent for the next twelve months.”

“You’re… letting me go…?”

“It’s what you want, isn’t it? You can’t stand being with me, so you want to go.”

“I honestly don’t know anymore…”, said Jess. She did, however, take the cheque and slowly walk out of the office…

Back at the flat, she stripped all of her clothes off and dived into the shower. Once in the shower, her hand moved between her legs…

She was moaning in seconds. God, she’d never felt that aroused before! At the same time, she couldn’t get Sheila’s face out of her head…

Shaking, she dried herself off, then reached for her phone.

“You know where I live; I’ll leave the door open for you. I’m in the shower, so don’t be long…”, she said, then she hung up.

She put the front door on the latch, then went back to the shower to get herself clean. She had company less than five minutes later…

Sheila had already been on the way to Jess’s flat to apologise when she got the message. She just put her foot down…

Sheila was ripping her clothes off as she walked across Jess’s living room. She then dived into the shower with her…

The pair just wrapped themselves around each other, fingering and tonguing. After a session of ‘community drying’ with a shared towel, the fun carried on to the bed…

From then on, Jess counted her muzzle and armbinder as a badge of honour, as Sheila had meant them to be. She loved being Sheila’s bitch. She did, however, give as good as she got from then on. She also went seriously up in the ranks at the firm; it was the best example of ‘sleeping your way to the top’ that anyone had seen. After all, Jess was the perfect definition of a ‘Personal Assistant’…