Fully feminized appearance

Fully feminized appearance

With that done, I realized I was back up to 5 credits. Good deal. But maybe I could push it a bit further.

Good Little Servant. Now, go stretch out Cory and start training her for me.

LOL. Jealous, much, Big Boss?

Nah, I’ll get her in the end. But you two have fun. Fuck her hard and cum a bunch, Little Servant.

LOL!

But an hour later. +3 SP (Jenna +68). I flicked over, would it count? Why yes, yes it would.

I flicked her Orgasm Lock on when not thinking about me. That ought to confuse the issue and help her find her way.

With that done, I headed off to bed, looking forward to another day of work.

And a threesome, afterwards. Which was almost worth it, given what happened next…

Work itself was fine. Wednesday was Clayface, but frankly, it was fucking hard to get time with her, given how closely she was watched. Maybe when I had more control I could make more progress.

Then there was Bane, who loved walking right up to the edge of what would get him banned from checking out a book, but not stepping over. He’d do stuff like reorganize entire shelves, for no reason at all, except so they’d be wrong.

It was annoying, but there was nothing much to do about it, but ignore him and fix it. He’d get bored. Probably. And then there was fucking Penelope. I totally failed this time, my suggestions for changes in how she presented herself must have been too ****, because I got fucking nowhere.

Well, not quite. I got no points, but I did get in a dig about the movies and she promised to talk to Alyce about it again.

With that done, I finally managed to head out. After dinner and a bit of work, my phone buzzed. Instructions were waiting. Jasmine apparently wanted to do this in the Jackson Foundation headquarters, which would be closed and secure by the time I got there and she controlled the security systems.

I headed over and was unsurprised that security was pretty good, a handshake with the security guard and I knew all the basic security. Like I said, pretty good. The elevator took me directly to her office, without me doing anything and I walked in. I’d dressed professionally, thinking I might need to pass as a businessman, but…they sure as fuck hadn’t. Or they’d changed.

Jasmine wasn’t too bad, but Diamond…fuck me. Well, actually, fuck her.

I didn’t realize how **** it was when I walked in, as Diamond was sitting at the computer and Jasmine was on the phone with security, telling them what to do. Or not to do.

But as soon as they were done, they came out from behind the desk and looked me over and I could see the vast expanse of black leg exposed, the high heels and the corset. My dick started to harden and I belatedly remembered to shrink it back down to eight inches. Jasmine had been saying something to Diamond about how I better be as good as she’d said, but then her eyes flicked to my bulge.

“There’s an NDA and a STD tester in the desk. Sign it and get checked,” she ordered.

I smiled slightly. “Nice to meet you too, Ms. Jackson,” I extended a hand. She shook it after a moment, but no target ID. Not really surprising for the leader of a charity.

The NDA and STD tester were standard. The pair of dildos and vibrator were not. I casually signed the NDA and used the tester, then tossed it to Diamond, who used it casually, green of course. Then she passed it to Jasmine, who used it with ill-grace. Also green.

“So, what are you looking for? Diamond didn’t give me details.”

“I don’t need anything! Diamond’s a good rug muncher, and thought adding you might be fun.”

I hadn’t said she needed anything. This girl was incredibly tightly wound and needed a good dicking…still safety first. “Well, then I’ll take care of everything, shall I?” the words were polite, but Diamond shuddered at the tone.

“Good. That’s what you’re here for.”

“Safety first, safe words. Green keep going, yellow pause and discuss, red stop. You can say them unprompted, but will answer whenever anyone else asks your status.”

“This isn’t a fucking 50-shades of gray thing! What sort of freak did you bring here, Di?” Jasmine snapped to her feet, arguing with Diamond…

Who didn’t back off, this time, rising just as much as she did, “Don’t be a bitch, Jasmine! That’s just common fucking sense. We need to be able to distinguish ‘No, don’t stop’ from ‘No. Don’t. Stop.’ And we aren’t relying on tone. Especially with you.”

“Especially with--”

I slammed my hands down on the desk and rose myself. I didn’t loom over them, not at their height and heels, but I was a lot more muscular.

“Enough,” I didn’t bellow it, but instead lowered my voice to cut through their arguments. Low and deep and annoyed cut through their feminine voices and argument.

“If you think I’m going to--” Jasmine began.

I interrupted her by slapping her two dildos, both white some distant part of me noted, on the desk.

“If you have the energy to argue, then we’re doing this wrong. Let’s start this off with a little competition. Whoever makes themself cum first, gets to be the object of our attention to start.”

Diamond smiled, “And you get to see the orgasm you aim to beat?” she asked, remembering our first encounter.

“Exactly.”