Receptionist - Made in Germany

You're woken up by the call from the reception telling you it’s 6:30 am. You look over to the other side of the bed - as usual when you’re on a business trip, you share a room, he excepts his Personal Assistant to be at his disposal 24/7. The call didn’t wake him up and you smile. Good. You love doing that yourself.

You pull back the blanket and begin kissing his cock, licking it and sucking it, feeling it grow inside your mouth until you hear him moan and shift. You look up into his eyes and mumble something in German around his cock.

“Ihnen auch einen Guten Morgen, Fräulein Lexi. Haben Sie gut geschlafen?”

You smile at the formal “Sie” to dress you. He never uses the informal “Du” to address you no matter how intimate you get. You’re always his employee. You like it, it makes you feel professional, the cock in your mouth part of your job. And you like how your new language allows him to make that distinction. You love German. He only speaks it to you by now, you’ve been a fast leaner and rarely ever hit he language barrier any more. As it is to be expected from a German citizen that you are now, be it just because his government contacts sped up the process drastically. Your accent is still quite think, but he says he finds charming, which you believe. It makes you blush every time he smiles when you mispronounce a word.

He spanks your ass a couple of times - gently, this is not one of his punishment sessions, just a gentle wake up call for you.

“Um den Kreislauf anzuregen” – to get the blood circulation flow. Germans are weirdly obsessed with the metabolism and blood circulation. But you can't deny the stinging in your ass does what it's supposed up. And you begin to like what rosy shine on your cheeks. You rarely ever don’t have that any more, these days.

You finish the wake up ritual quickly and efficiently – you learned he loves a morning blowjob, but he hates wasting time on it – it’s just a pleasant way to start the day, nothing to linger on for too long. You swallow ypu8r breakfast cum, lick your lips and kneel besides him.

“Ihr Termin mit den Ministern ist um 8 Uhr 30.”

Nor real need to remind him of his government appointment, it’s the sole reason for your trip to Berlin, but he insists on you naming all the activities of the day every day.

He nods. And gets up – you both sleep naked – more efficient - and walks into the bathroom. You follow him and you both get into the shower together. Efficient. You wash him and yourself, enjoying to take care of him, treat his body. You’ve made intimate acquaintance with it in the last year and you still can't get enough of it.

You have build feelings for your boss that might be described as love – not romantic but not platonic, either for sure. A kind of respectful, professional, docile love born out of your willing and eager submission to this powerful man. You love his mind, his strong will and his whole personalty. And his body, despite it being the body of a mature man, not an Adonis. It comes with the package and you very much enjoy being allowed to take care of it.

You dry yourself and him off after leaving the shower, get dressed – he watches you as you put on your business suit. He loves watching you dress. Professional blouse and blazer, deep enough cleavage to be notable but not slutty, knee length skirt. No one would suspect what your main duties are in one of the biggest car companies in the world just from your outfit. You’re not wearing underwear though, so whoever gets the privilege to probe deeper - quite deep – will know soon enough.

You follow your boss into the lobby, the big limousine is waiting – your company’s luxury model, you took the liberty to commandeer it. Your boss would have been satisfied with a more modest one, but you think he deserves the best. Also, you're meeting the government, there's no point in modesty.

Inside the rear of the huge car, your boss immediately grabs your head and mercilessly makes you suck his cock again. You know he doesn't want to come, he just enjoys using your mouth as a relaxation tool before big and important meetings, so you gently, softly lick it as you keep it in your mouth to keep it hard but not overly excited. He, in the meantime goes through the files you compiled about the two minsters you meet today. He never personally met them. This government is relatively new. Of course they have been swarmed with an army of lobbyists paid by your company in the time since they took office – and they have already made more than one decision in your favour due to those visits, so that they deserved their first visit from the Big Boss himself.

As the limousine stops, he allows you to come up for air and put his hard cock back into his pants. You look at the building in front of which you stopped. It’s quite ugly – hardly more than white cube the middle of the government district of Berlin. You know it from the news, of course.

You are being lead form the entry gate into the building by a young, professional looking woman. You notice your boss checking out her ass as he follows her. You do too. It's a nice ass.

“Da sind wir. Die Minister erwarten Sie bereits.”

The ministers are waiting in the big conference room next to each other at the broad side of the table.

The Secretary of Finance, self proclaimed self made business man - though he of course wouldn't be here his is without his wealthy family - and fan of classic sports cars – luckily for him, he’s been driving one from a sister company of yours so he is on your boss’ good side. Technically he’s quite handsome, which, when you were a man was a reason to be jealous of him - paired with his success. As a woman – he should fits your taste in men – successful, pushing 50 – you assume he has a more extensive skin and body care routine than you, not a gram of fat, salt and pepper hair adding an air of authority. But you always felt when you saw him - and way more now that you meet him in person - that all of that is a façade. He’s too slick, too perfect, his confidence seems like a well constructed and maintained image. You doubt there’s much behind it to back it up and when your boss briefed you about your role in today’s – negotiations – you were glad it is not to submit to him. You would have, of course. If your boss told you. You would do everything for him and the company. But you're glad this isn’t it.

At the other end of the table the Secretary of Environment. She doesn't get remotely as much attention in the media as her colleague, you had to look up her name and position before travelling to Berlin, while the man's’ face is practically in ever news show. She has an academic background, is used to present herself to peers and experts but not to make a show of herself for the media. Almost ten years older than the man, she looks quite unassuming – attractive for her age, well-kempt, conservative dark blue pants suit, wavy shoulder long blonde hair. Actually more attractive than the man, to you, exactly because she isn't tying too hard. She seems nice, you feel a kid of sisterly sympathy for her, but she doesn't exude an ounce of the authority you'd expect from a member of the government. You smile at her an she smiles back gratefully.

You're not surprised that there seems little sympathy between the two politicians. They're members of the two smaller parties of the government – tow parties with quite differing opinions on many topics. These two are rumoured not to like each other very much.

Your boss takes place at the head of the table, clearly dominating the room. You smile at him and feel warm inside to be privileged to work for him. He's so strong and confident, even in a room with the leaders of the nation. You hesitate for a moment until he nods to the other small side of the table and you sit. In a position, technically of more power then the two ministers. This seems weird. But it’s the way these meetings go.

You all shook hands – you’re used to that, it’s how Germans greet – no hugs no kisses, even if the meetings get – way steamier behind closed doors later on. Which they do a lot more often than you would have ever guessed before meeting your boss

Pleasantries are cut short. VERY short, the Germans lack of small talk is something you had to get used to – but it came quite easy to you, honestly. You mastered the skill of small talk as you much as you had to in your old life back him as a man. But you never excelled in it and always where kind of glad when that part was over. You actually enjoy this style of to the point talking. A lot.

And so after few minutes, the folders are handed over for which you came – grey, thin, both containing only few sheets of paper. You typed them both, they're very efficiently phrased and formulated. Both ministers pick up their folder.

Inside the Finance one is a bill for further tax breaks for what the minister never tires to call “Leistungsträger” – top performers. In your now quite good grasp of German you get the thinly veiled euphemism for “super rich”. This bill, while presented to him by your boss as an official representative of your company, pretty clearly mostly aims to benefit him. Personally. And of course his fellow “Leistungsträger” of which you already had the pleasure to meet and service quite a few at his side. You smile. He deserves it. All of it. He's Such a hard working man, so diligent.

And the fact that you’re totally and fully under his spell and love to be his **** has absolutely nothing to do to with your firm believe in trickle down economics since you work for him. It's SO true, after all - HE gets all the money and benefits and it ll trickles down to you in the form of getting fucked mercilessly and beaten brutally. You love it. You gulp and have to **** yourself to avert your eyes from him and focus on your work. A look at Finance makes clear it’s what he expected and is more than happy to deliver. This law will pass without problems. His colleague seems less thrilled. Her law concerns the deregulation of waste disposal for the battery factories of your company. It’s very much against her political agenda and that of her party and must weigh heavy on her. You almost pity her, but then your boss says it’s absolutely necessary for the cars of yours to be able to compete, and of course he’s right with everything he says. She'll just have to accept his wisdom. He's so smart!

When the reading is done, your boss puts two thick brown manilla folders on the table to sweeten the deal. You frown, this seems – quite old fashioned. You hadn't expected this whole thing to be so – blatant. But it is. Environment just looks at the brown paper envelope while Finance stretches out his hand greedily. To get a slap on the wrist from your boss. Literally. You can't suppress a giggle.

“That’s not how this works, and you know it! You two don't just work for me, you’re my loyal assets in this government, and you will prove your loyalty before you get your reward.”

Without hesitation, Finance slips of his chair and onto his knees, looking up like a puppy. All semblance of authority and confidence he shed off in a second. You were right. He's a phony and a fraud to the highest level. You only feel disgust for him.

Environment follows far less enthusiastically. She has accepted what it takes to be in her position of power, but only reluctantly. Your boss nods and you get up, walk around the table and sit on the edge of it, lifting your conservative skirt, baring your naked pussy to the kneeling secretary of finance.

You lean back on the table as the overly stylish man in the designer suit dives between your legs and begins licking your cunt. You try to relax an enjoy it – the physical sensation of cunnilingus is amazing, getting your pussy eaten by someone who knows what he’s doing is a hell of a lot better than a blowjob was as a man – long, deep, profound waves of overwhelming pleasure instead of a short burst of lust and an even shorter burst of cum. And yet – in the last year, you learned the joys of subservience, of giving pleasure instead of egotistically receiving it. The sheer psychological exhilaration of servicing a dominant cock - or a pussy - is what your body and mind really crave. Receiving oral sex is really just a consolation price to this new you. Particularly when the person between your legs is not really good at it. As – as you unfortunately have to note - the man between your thighs is. He’s eager, willing to prove himself worthy of his money, but his technique is lacking. He’s a man of power and you assume he’s sued that all his life to act tough and make others submit to him. Meaning he never learned what it takes to be altruistic, giving, caring, you gather. He reminds you of Alexander in that respect. Only that old male you never had any actual power to back his attitude up. You’re not sure who’s more pathetic.

You lean back and try to enjoy it. Your boss has briefed you - this is not about your pleasure. Or even your boss', even though he does seem to enjoy the effort of the female minister between his legs a lot more than you do. Not as much as he enjoys your blowjobs, you're sure – when you look over to him you can read his face like a book. Like you can pretty much all men. He probably thinks there's no such thing as a bad blowjob, but his expression is far less engrossed than when you have his cock. The minister with her mouth around him is trying her best, but like her male colleague, she doesn't seem used to this position of subservience. She’s a known feminist, so she may have avoided servicing men like this her whole life, only to get into the position of biggest power she might ever achieve - and find out it comes with a healthy dose of mandatory submission to the real ruling class. Because this is what this is about. You two - Representative of one of the major companies - showing these members of the government who's boss. A clear and simple show of dominance.

Your boss enjoys it immensely of course, it’s fully in his wheelhouse, taking the woman's head an making her gag on his thick cock. You try to do the same, with the man, leading him to the spot you want him to work on, ordering him how to do better. He does. And you smile, but you also feel it’s not you. You wish your boss had taken his second in command, the female manager would be so much more skilled to show this pathetic man his place below her. But he wanted to see you doing it - serving your company outside your comfort zone, proving to him you’ll do whatever it takes.

You look at him, which makes it easier to get aroused – the crush you have for the older, dominant man since you first saw him has only grown bigger over the year you work for him. Eventually it is time for the final phase of submitting the ministers.

He grabs Environment. Pulls her up, bends her over the table and roughly pulls down her pants. For a moment you wish you were her, but then follow his lead and bend the secretary of Finance over the table as well an pull down his grey designer suit trousers and briefs.

Your boss nods smilingly and hands you your tool from his briefcase. You take it, take a deep breath and put it on. The larger strap-on feels - weird as you look down on it.

Your boss chuckles.

“Ich weiß, ein bisschen albern. Ein unterwürfiges Vollweib wie Sie mit einem Schwanz. Aber alles für die Firma!”

He’s right - you’re all woman, you’re submissive, having a cock is ridiculous. In fact, looking back, you having a cock has always been, even when you were a man. You stroke your rubber rod and think back. At least this one is actually big and impressive, other then the tiny shrivel dick you used to be so proud of when you were a man. This one could justify a feeling of power. But you don't feel comfortable with that sensation any more. You're a submissive. You like to serve. Still as your boss said: All for the company!

You lick your lips as you take the bottle of lubricant from your boss and prepare your cock. Finance groans as you put it against his tight sphincter and squeals like a piggy when you push forward and impale the minister on your huge cock. You chuckle. Try to imagine your old male self in this situation. You’ve clearly come to terms with the fact that he was deeply in the closet but did fancy men just like you do now. And still - you can't imagine him in the situation you're in now. Not just because your cock as a man was so much smaller, but also… because the attitude of masculinity and strength you had build up was just so fake. If anything, you see your old male self in the position of the minister. Yeah. Bend over a table with a REAL man’s cock buried deep inside his ass. That's what you would have deserved. You sigh - and DO deserve now. You wish you were the man in front of you.Or even better then woman in front of your boss, but for the sake of the company you begin your task - fucking the leading member of the government in this position to remind him of his rightful place below the managers of your company.

He grunts and squeals, moans and groans. He clearly isn't used to this, but he takes it like submissive little money bitch, the Manila folder on the table in front of him seems to help a lot. You look over. Your boss has begun his task with Environment - clearly more enthusiastic than you, he's ploughing her pussy hard and fast, groaning and grunting. He clearly enjoys THIS. A lot. You feel a pang of jealousy wishing you were her. No matter how often you see him submitting other women – which is quite often, it's his privilege and right, you of course have no rights to claim his attention more than he offer you - you still can't help it. But on the other hand, the right of the strong, authoritative man submitting woman, clearly not used to being treated like that, turns you on. As hell. You feel your pussy getting wet and the arousal helps you do your own job better.

You increase speed and fuck Finance hard into his tight ass, burying your rubber dick deep in his bowels.

The ministers grunt and groan in unison, a quite nice choir of submission to he real people in power. You laugh out loud as you feel the man with your cock inside him tense. His cock isn't hard, but the pressure and friction against his prostate must have caused something inside him, his balls tighten and he shoots a squirt of thin, watery cum from his limp cock onto the table. You've seen this before when female managers use their underlings like this in your company. Despite not being a natural Dom you take pride in having been able to make the male minister have what the bosses call a “sissi orgasm”.

You look over to your boss if he noticed, but he’s too busy shooting a hot load into the female minster's pussy to notice. You take a mental note to include it in your report about this meeting. You want your boss to know how well you did submitting the man.

He pulls out of the woman's cunt and make her lick his shrinking cock clean. You follow his lead, make the man do the same to your hard rubber cock and on a spur of the moment, make him lick is own cum from the table. He hesitates but obeys, not brave enough to show some backbone, it seems. Your boss does notice that and chuckles. Nods at you approvingly.

When your boss is done, the meeting ends. After getting dressed you all shake hand like nothing out of the ordinary happened. The ministers pick up their manilla folders and the bills they're going to present to the parliament later as their own and leave with you.

You and your boss pick up your bags from the hotel and settle into the back of the limousine as your driver takes you out of the capital towards the city headquartering your company. The trip will take about about five hours – and thanks tor your - influence over key members of the government none of them will ever introduce the general speed limit on the Autobahn many Germans actually demand, so that time won't get any longer in the near future.

When the driver takes the car onto the Autobahn and speeds up to almost 200 kilometres/hour, your boss looks at you.

“Sie waren wirklich gut heute, Zeit für Ihre Belohnung."

You grin. Professional praise. 'Time for your reward' - some of your favourite words in this new language you've mastered quite well in the last year.

He grabs your neck roughly and pulls you over his lap. Pushes up your skirt. Roughly manhandles your ass, making you moan and finally …

*Smack*

His hand lands on your ass-cheek with a dull pain. You close your eyes and moan. You have little time to reflect how far you've come. This Is a reward, no matter how little it looks like it. A punishment spanking looks and feels very different from your boss, the pain unbearable after the very first strike. This is nice. The dull thudding in your ass sends a warm wave of lust through your body. You knew you're a masochist the moment he first spanked you - the question whether you've become one when you turned into a woman, were converted into one by the firm hands of a strong master or always were one, even as a man and just never admitted it, is irrelevant now. You are what you are. You're meant to be this an obedient woman serving her strong and dominant boss. Enjoying it so very much.

*Smack*

Another slap, another wave of pleasure. You feel his cock bulge in his pants and press against your belly.

*Smack*

Your pussy twitches, moistens, begins to drip.

*Smack*

You reach your first orgasm just from being spanked after ten minutes. It will not be the last on your long trip home.

THIS is what you're meant to be. This is where you belong.

The End

Or is it?

[I will not accept chapters before the endings to not change the points, but if you feel inspired to write a story about the hero/ine's life after my final chapters feel free to write them.