You’ll have butterflies in your tummy when you see him
Still smelling of the bubble bath where you’d soaked after shaving your legs, as you read your romance novel, you finished off your nightly skincare routine. You loved how much better your face looked after the laser treatment, and it made it so much easier to be really serious about your routine without that gross hair making you feel weird. You looked at the time and realized it was later than you thought. Time to get some sleep.
It took you a minute to find your phone, but there it was, right where you left it earlier on the couch, where you sat with your tea after work and watched some of your favorite Vogue beauty secrets videos on YouTube. You set your alarm for the morning and went back to the bedroom for the night.
There it was, next to the bed, standing upright on the nightstand. Not it, there He was. Mike. You picked up the hefty dildo and kissed it on the top gently. “Love you, baby. Good night.” You thought of his solid frame and confident swagger. The way he walked through the office like he owned the place, despite being younger than most of the other executives. His chiseled jawline and piercing, intelligent eyes. You gave the shaft a gentle once over with your soft hand, then kissed the head again, for a bit longer this time. Again, with your mouth still touching it, you whispered, “I love you,” this time a bit more slowly.
You turned off the lights, then pulled back your duvet and climbed in on top of the silk sheets, your smooth and hairless body gliding on the soft surface. You smoothed out your nightgown and absently touched your flat metal chastity cage. For whatever reason tucking didn’t feel right at night. You preferred the cage, which didn’t pinch as much as being tucked as you tossed and turned in your sleep, yet still prevented your body from attempting a nocturnal erection, even though you were pretty sure you weren’t capable of that anymore anyway. Better safe than sorry, right?
After remembering a few things you needed to get done, your thoughts drifted back to Mike. Images of the two of you holding hands at a romantic restaurant, walking along a beach at sunset, sharing a profound conversation while watching the sun rise. Him strutting around the office, better than everyone but not arrogant about it. You wondered what he was doing right now, thought about him in his bed. Did he ever think about you as he drifted off to sleep? Maybe he sleeps naked…
You reached over in the dark to your nightstand and grabbed the dildo, rubbing it against your face, nuzzling it. “I love you, Mike.” You kissed the tip again, lingering for several seconds, then kissing more, gently sucking on the head as you tickled the shaft. His face in your mind, his powerful hands. You moved your mouth down the shaft, wetting it with your saliva. Slowly up and down, a little further gradually. Picturing his powerful body above you, imagining running your fingers along his abs. Sucking greedily now, hearing his moans in your mind. You imagine he unleashes a torrent of hot semen into your mouth with a loud groan of pleasure.
As you reach down to your cage, your soft penis, imprisoned in its metal confines, has leaked your runny juices into your panties. You gather up as much as you can and bring them to your mouth, imagining it’s his cum, earned from your mouth’s zealous attention. His wouldn’t taste like this, you imagine. It would be more… manly. But it’s the closest you have.
Again, you place the dildo on your nightstand and sigh. “Goodnight, Mike. Daddy. Goodnight.” You drift off to sleep, the taste of the dildo and your secretions mixed in your mouth.
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It’s the next day, and you sit as your desk, boy clothes covering your smooth, soft body. You do your best to look stylish, but omg male clothes are so boring. Ugh. You’re always wearing a pair of cute panties, your little male bits securely tucked away, but over that… blah.
Your desk is near the other secretaries. People call you “the girls” collectively, and that always makes you happy. It’s a holdover from before you were hired, when the company had never had a male secretary. Well… “male.” You know, close enough. You’d gotten friendly with the “other” girls, after there being some separation at first. It had been awkward to have a man as a secretary, but they figured out soon enough that you were just… you, you know? Not really a man, not like that. They never asked you about your sexuality, but you were pretty sure they could kind of tell. Maybe more than kind of?
You hung up the phone after transferring a call to Mr. Santos and almost gasped when you saw him. Mike, right there at your desk, waiting to talk to you.
“Morning, Bobbie.”
Your legal name was Robert but everyone called you Bobby. You always imagined them saying Bobbie instead of Bobby though. So much cuter that way.
“Oh, um… hi, Mike. How are you today?” Your cheeks felt like they were on fire. His hand was on your desk and you marveled at how powerful it looked sitting there. The things it could do to you…
“Good, good. Hey, would you be able to call Chesterton and make sure they send those forms on time this week? The brass really doesn’t want another order to get delayed. If they give you any pushback, let me know and I’ll handle them myself.”
You could smell him. Clean, fresh, but like… strength? He smelled so good. You had a silly smile on your face.
“Sure, I’ll get that done right away, Mike! I know the girl who handles those forms, she’s super sweet, shouldn’t be a problem. But I’ll let you know if so, okay?”
“Thanks, Bobbie, appreciate it.” And he walked off purposefully. You didn’t know you were holding your breath until Stacey spoke and snapped you out of it.
“You in for lunch today, Bobbie?”
Stacey was super sweet, cute despite being a little past her prime and a few pounds overweight after giving birth to two kids. She always contoured a little too heavily but took super good care of her skin, which really helped at her age. The subtle, tasteful wings on her eyeliner were a bit uneven today. She had a new manicure, which you noticed first thing this morning and loved. The accent nail went perfectly with her earrings.
“Of course!” You inhaled sharply, still visibly flushed, as your eyes never left Mike while he walked away down the hall. As he rounded the corner, you turned to her. “I meant to tell you, your nails look so cute, by the way.”
“Oh my gosh, thanks! I tried this new place my sister told me about and I think I’m gonna go there from now on.”
“Totally. Big w for your sister.”
Alicia, two desks down on your other side, broke into the conversation. “Maybe at lunch we can talk about Mike,” she giggled. Alicia was funny but sometimes didn’t know when she’d crossed a line.
“Alicia!” Stacey whispered sharply. “Be nice.”
“I’m just saying. I think Bobbie would enjoy that conversation.” Another one of the girls giggled under her breath. You didn’t notice who.
“Anyway,” Stacey started up again, cheerfully, “maybe that new sandwich place down the block. I hear their salads are so good.”
You knew you should feel embarrassed, but for some reason all you were focused on was the spot on your desk where Mike’s hand had been a few moments ago.
You weren’t gonna wait until after your bath and makeup videos tonight. You were gonna get home, change out of your boy clothes, and head straight for your nightstand, you already knew…
