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Mistress Nina's Petticoated Playthings

Femdom Feminisation

By Miranda Birch


Copyright ©2018 Miranda Birch. All Rights Reserved.


This trilogy of stories centres around the formidable emasculatrix Mistress Nina — and her feminised, sissified, once-male playthings! In “Kidnapped”, we are introduced to Mistress Nina and accompany her as she captures, breaks and feminises an unfortunate fellow who falls into her clutches. In “Prissy Polly Pansy”, it is her advice and help which are instrumental in sealing another sissy's fate. And in “Mistress Nina's Party”, the Mistress and her friends gather together of an evening to show off their various slaves — including the two aforementioned petticoated playthings!


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Kidnapped

Prissy Polly Pansy

Mistress Nina's Party


Kidnapped

From Manager to Maid
Book I of Mistress Nina's Petticoated Playthings

A sexist Manager makes a bit too much of a nuisance of himself in the workplace, and finds himself subject to a sudden, unexpected career change — transformed into a lady's private Maid!


“BWOAAAHHH! What a stink!*” Mike exclaimed, and made a big show of waving his hand to and fro in front of his nose. Marjorie flushed a deep red. She had taken her shoes off under her desk, as she often did — it was more comfortable that way, but there was no smell, her feet didn't stink, she knew that. None of the girls complained, and Kate for one sure would have, if there had been anything to complain about! But that was goddamn Mike for you, always needling her. How she hated him! Smug red-faced pot-bellied bastard! Thought he was God's gift to women too, for some weird reason! And now he had it in for her. Just because she hadn't wanted to make out with him at the Christmas party. Urgh!! Imagine being kissed by that old geezer, practically old enough to be your granddad! Yeuch! Marjorie said nothing, even as she fumed inside. He was her manager, and that was that. Although in point of fact, she did most of his fucking job as well as her own! A sudden surge of anger lifted inside her at that, which she suppressed with an ease born of long practice. She simply stared at her screen, moved her mouse, waited for the idiot to just leave. Mike wandered about making further stupid remarks about pongs, then, getting no response to his prodding, left. He seemed to spend the whole fucking day wandering about the office like that, poking his nose in where it wasn't wanted. For a manager, he seemed to do fuck-all managing, that was for sure. As usual, the incident soured Marjorie's whole day. She was getting thoroughly sick of all this. But what could she do?

A LITTLE CHAT

Over a drink that night Marjorie poured her heart out to her friend Karen who she had met a while back through a mutual acquaintance. She had once worked for the same firm, and knew about Mike from then. She had since learned a lot more from Marjorie; for, although Karen was quite a bit older than her, they had hit it off at once and Karen had by now become a confidante.

“And the worst thing is, he is my boss and there's nothing I can do about it!”

“But surely sexual harassment laws…?”

“Well, that's just it, they are all just little digs and snide innuendoes, no-one takes them seriously.”

Karen pondered.

“It could be taken care of, you know…”

“Oh, I wish…”

Marjorie rolled her eyes dramatically.

“No, I am serious.”

“Yeah, yeah, whatever…”

Marjorie rolled her eyes again. But Karen didn't let it drop.

“What if, right?”

Marjorie opened her mouth to respond, but Karen held up her index finger for silence. Somewhat taken aback, Marjorie held her peace.

“Just hear me out. What if… right? What if Mike were… what if Mike were to, well, disappear?”

Marjorie looked at her, her brow wrinkled in puzzlement.

“Disappear? As in… what?”

“Well, you know, go away, move somewhere else?”

“But he's not likely to, is he? Not in this economy! And anyway he's on the pig's back, with all us mugs to do the work for him! Bastard! You know he pulls down…”

Marjorie was off on her favoursite subject again. Karen interrupted.

“For a price, there are people who could … make him move.”

“Huh? I'm sorry, you've lost me…”

Karen took a deep breath. It was a risk, of course, telling Marjorie about Mistress Nina and her little operation. But she had a feeling it would be alright. Her intuition had never let her down, and all her feelings about Marjorie was positive. So She took the plunge.

“I have a friend, and this friend has a… well, you could call it a hobby…”

Marjorie looked at her, bemused, but said nothing.

“And this hobby involves well… changing men…”

Marjorie snorted.

“Oh, what? Like a fairy godmother? What's she gonna change him into for me? A pumpkin?”

Marjorie began to laugh. Karen decided to stop pussy-footing around.

“Those men become slaves, Marjorie. That's what they are turned into! And my good friend Nina makes a bloody good living selling them, once they've been trained up. Or she just gives them a short, sharp shock. It depends what you have to spend. So, you see, she might take Mike off your hands, so to speak — if that's what you really want.”

She looked at her friend. It was up to here, in the end. Marjorie had stopped laughing. She was utterly dumbfounded now. Karen chuckled. The usual reaction!

“Look, you don't have to say either yes or no straight off the bat. Have a think. It would cost, of course…”

“Yeah…” mused Marjorie, “guys pay big money for this ‘Mz Whiplash’ stuff, don't they?” She thought she had a handle on it now. “Perverted fucker would probably enjoy it…”

Karen laughed so loudly that glances were cast their way from neighbouring tables. Tears came to her eyes as she struggled to control herself. When she had stopped, she wiped here eyes and said,

“No, no, no… I shouldn't think dear Mike would enjoy half the things Nina would do to him…”

Karen dried her eyes a bit more. Mike enjoying it? Oh dear, oh dear… Some of them thought they would, she supposed; but she doubted any of them actually did. That was half of the fun, for girls like Nina — and her… She gave a secret smile, thinking of the naked, chaste young slave-boy she had waitng for her at home… No need to let Marjorie know about him — not yet, anyway!

“Anyway, have a think, yeah?” Karen continued. “And, if you fancy it, and can afford it…”

“That's the thing though…”

Karen leaned forward and whispered into Marjorie's ear. Marjorie blew, and shock her head.

“Way out of my range.”

“Even if I was to stump up half?”

Marjorie looked at her friend, surprised. They were close, but…

“Would you do that for me?”

“Yes,” answered Karen simply.

Then she continued: “Look, just have a think, OK? And when you decide, let me know. Right?”

Marjorie just nodded, suddenly deep in thought.


A few weeks later, Karen's phone range one Saturday morning.

“Hi Karen, alright?”

“Oh hello Marjorie, how are things? Work going well.”

“Oh, yes! Well it would be, if it weren't for a certain dick-head…”

Karen waiting. She felt Marjorie had something else to say. After a prolonged pause, Marjorie spoke again.

“You know that thing we talked about…?”

“I know.”

“How would we…”

“You pay me half, I'll take care of all the rest. Are you saying you're up for it!”

“Yes!” exclaimed Marjorie suddenly and loudly. “Yes, I am up for it!”

Karen smiled.

“Then you just leave it to me!”

They chatted a bit more, but it was clear Marjorie was too excited to think straight, and the call ended.

Karen smiled as she replaced her phone in her handbag. She had met Mike briefly, once, and that had been more than enough. What an absolute prick — he thoroughly deserved everything Nina was going to put him through!

SNATCHED

“Mike! Excuse me, Mike!”

“Huh?”

“Mike, if you have a moment, I need to talk to you privately. It's a matter of grave urgency.”

“Well, yeah, sure!” said Mike, surprised and taken off-guard.

Karen took him by the arm and led him round a corner. She checked: they were alone.

“Hey, I know you! Where do I know you from?”

Karen nodded.

“I used to work down the hall from you a few years back, before I got transfered” she said bashfully, playing the girlish woman awed by this macho man's sheer animal magnetism.

His eyes showed that he recognised her.

“Yeah… Hey, you were quite a babe when you were younger, I always thought!”

He probably meant it as a compliment. Karen giggled and simpered and flattered her eyelashes. Now if I can just get him into the room…

“Why don't we eh… find somewhere more private, Mike …. Oh! Sorry! I should call you Mr Taylor, shouldn't I?”

She made herself blush.

“I didn't mean to be forward… I … I already think of you as…”

Her voice trailed off, as though embarrassed by her slip of the tongue.

It had exactly the desired flattering effect on Mike. He beamed what he imagined to be a winning smile at her.

“Hey, babe! Mike is just fine!”

“Mister… I mean, Mike,” she corrected herself with another shy smile, “why don't we find somewhere more… private? So we can talk properly, I mean.”

“Anything for you, sugar doll! Lead the way!”

Karen scanned the scene — still no-one in sight. Perfect!

She lead the way into the room, closed the door behind them — and then she and the waiting Nina made their move.

They had the cuffs on his wrists, the tape over his mouth and the hypodermic syringe in his left buttock in one uninterrupted series of swift fluid motions. Mike was taken utterly by surprise. His mouth moved behind the sticky tape, and he tugged frantically at the handcuffs. His eyes were wide. They waited patiently for the tranquillising drug to kick in.

The wait was not long. Mike slumped in their arms. They lowered him carefully to the floor, and took a moment to catch their breaths. Their hearts were pounding.

Calm again, they took the somnolent form by an arm each and dragged it over to a wooden box. He was a big fellow, but with a deal of effort the two women was able to get him into the box. Then Nina trussed him up like a turkey with leather straps. She removed the sticky tape from his mouth. It had served its purpose. It now needed to be replaced with something more effective. She forced his mouth wide and inserted a large ball gag into his oral cavity. The gag was partially deflated. She pumped it full, so that it made his cheeks bulge. Then she fastened the straps behind his head. There! All done. Trussed up like a turkey, all nice and safe and silent for transport.

Nina bade farewell to Karen, flipped her phone and called her team.

TORMENTED

Mike came to and shook his head groggily. Damn, he felt like he had been hit over the head with a hammer! Then, the shock hit him. He… he was naked, and strapped up in some… What had happened? And where the hell was he?

He looked around as best he could. The room was windowless. It was painted red. The floor was of stone flags, well-maintained, everything neat. There was a cage in one corner. One wall was lined completely with whips and paddles and straps, of leather and wood. Under them stood several tall containers, filled with canes. What the hell was this place? Some kind of kinky sex den?

He remembered vaguely then that broad from the conference — had she…? The last thing he remembered was that she had something important to say to him… But…

He tried to move. But he found that he was securely fastened to the gym-horse by leather straps. He thought of shouting out, but his mouth was filled with some rubber thing that made it impossible to speak.

He heard the clacking of high heels on the stone flags of the floor. He tried to turn his head , but there was some kind of leather collar around his neck, restricting his head movements.

A woman appeared in his field of vision. She was dressed in some peculiar leather get-up. Her face was concealed by a scary leather hood painted to make her look like some kind of demon.


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