* Note: This story contains elements of forced domination that could be upsetting to some readers.

Tim looked up miserably as Ariella returned to the room. He expected her to be followed by Cheryl Stern. This was surely the end of his job and certainly the end of life as he currently enjoyed it. He was surprised to see Ariella was alone.

“It was Cheryl at the door, Lady Shallara. She brought a few of the girls around from the office. She thought we might be able to have a bit of a planning session around the makeup project, and was wondering if she could show the girls some of the video. I though that a preview of the session we did today might be rather fun!”

She grinned in Tim’s direction; he turned red, and then the blood drained from his face. “I took them into the sitting room and suggested the wait there until I had spoken to you. I wasn’t quite sure if you were still planning to call security?”

Shallara rocked back on her heels, and then brought up her hand to her face. She rested her chin on her hand, her long index finger pointing up the side of her cheek. The red nail stood out in sharp relief against her pale skin. She stood there for a few moments thinking, as she looked down at the miserable Tim.

“Ariella, do me favor pet, take Cheryl into my office. I would like to have a word with her in private and see if we can’t work something out. Make the ladies a cup of tea, and then come back and attend to Tim. I want him shaved, milked and caged.” She smiled at the hapless Tim. “I think this may be your lucky break – if you cooperate!”

Moments later, Ariella reappeared. She reached for a carton of wet wipes and handed them across to Tim. “Off with your gown and then wipe yourself with these towelettes. You need to be shiny clean, back and front.”

Tim reached for them, and shrugged off the nylon gown. He felt as if he was living a nightmare, as he stripped the damp towelettes from the pack, and rubbed his pubic area vigorously. Self consciously, he reached forward, and washed between his thighs.

“Bend forward Tammy, I want that bum really clean, and I mean it. Really clean!”. Ariella grimaced, making no pretense at hiding her disgust at the performance taking place in front of her. At last Tim reported in a husky voice that he was finished.

“Right, now hop up unto the little table over there. Lie on your back and get into the diaper position.” He looked at her quizzically. “On your back Tammy, and legs up and spread. Grip your legs from behind your knees. Like a baby who needs its diaper changed…move it!”

It just seemed to get worse and worse for him. With his most intimate parts exposed, Ariella quickly trimmed away the bulk of the hair. As a hairdresser and esthetician, she was in her comfort zone, and she worked fast and efficiently. The wiry hair dropped off onto the table, with a sprinkling falling to the ground.

Ariella turned back to the washbasin, and returned with a warm, wet towel. Dressed in her green scrubs, Tim fantasized for a minute that she was a nurse and that this was a routine procedure. She gently plucked his penis up between her thumb and nail, and wiped his pubic areas down. He felt himself responding, but she dropped him before there could be any further stimulation. She turned back to the basin, and this time reappeared with a razor and can of shaving cream. As he watched, she sprayed the white foam onto his private areas, and gently, but quickly, rubbed it in. In efficient strokes, she slid the safety razor across his pubis, leaving it bald and damp.

He watched as she rinsed the cream off the razor, and returned to tackle the area between his legs. Her touch was gentle, and her concentration intense. There was no longer that sense of mockery hanging in the air. She worked happily, humming melodies from Enya’s “Paint The Sky with Stars” album. As she patted him dry, and sprinkled baby powder over him, his mind began to churn again. The scent from the powder and his undignified pose, evoked thoughts of an unhappy baby having his nappy changed by a caring nanny.

He watched Ariella pull on a pair of tight baby-blue latex gloves, and pick up a tube of ointment. She squeezed a glob of lubricant onto his puckered bottom hole, and gently worked it in with the middle finger of her right hand. It surprised Tim at how pleasant it actually felt, and as her fingers probed deeper and deeper, he relaxed himself to allow her easy entry. Ariella began to rhythmically plunge her finger in and draw it out, and after a few moments, she stopped, reaching into his depths to search for the almond sized gland that held his semen.

She smiled down at him tenderly. “You liked that, didn’t you?” she asked. “Would you like me to continue?”

“Yes, please!” came the husky reply.

“Well, here’s the deal.” She bent over and kissed him on the forehead. “I will do it for you, Tammy, but you will have to pay me, and ask for it.”

“How much do you want?”

“Well, let’s see. Fifty dollars would do it for me. A little bit extra spending money! Your wallet is over there on the dressing table. You need to get up, hand me the fifty dollars, and then get on your knees and ask me very nicely to please do it.”

Tim looked stunned.

“Now, Tim, otherwise I am going to call Lady Shallara and tell you that you are not cooperating!”

Tim let go of his knees, and rolled over into a sitting position. He got of the desk, stiff and sore. He padded over to his wallet, extracted the bill, and knelt as instructed. “Ariella, please will you take this in payment to do that thing to me.”

“I beg your pardon, Tim? You want me to do what?”

“Fuck me from behind, please Ariella!!! Here is a small payment if you will. Please!”

“Ok, since you asked so nicely,” came Ariella’s response, “Get onto that table. On your knees, head down, bum high up.”

Tim clambered awkwardly back up unto the desk, watching as Ariella slid a hand held dildo from a long, narrow box. It had a little curve at the one end, ideal for massaging the prostate. She lubed it up. “Reach back and spread your cheeks; you asked for this and you are going to get it!”

He expected the worst with this new tone in her voice, but she was surprising tender. She pushed it against the glistening rose of his hole, and gently eased it in. As he relaxed, she began to slowly and rhythmically push it in and out, carefully angling the dildo to ensure that the prostate was touched with each stroke. Her free hand comfortingly massaged the small of his back.

Tim found himself respond, rocking himself backwards and forwards to match her strokes, moaning and sucking in his breath each time she hit the spot. It almost felt like a masturbatory itch that he just couldn’t get her to scratch enough. The rhythm picked up, and suddenly he felt a set of spasms flutter through his body. A warm stream of milky liquid flowed from his semi-erect member, dropping in a small puddle onto the desk.

He collapsed exhausted, as he felt the artificial phallus being withdrawn. It felt like déjà vue as he watched her clean up and he couldn’t place the thought. But as he watched Ariella, he realized it was just her style, the quick efficient movements of hairdresser cleaning up in a salon after a cut and rinse. He had seen her perform like this in her salon. She quickly wiped off the dildo, and dropped it into a plastic bag for later sterilization. A roll of paper towel, a basin of warm water and dishwasher soap, and the table beneath him was rapidly cleaned.

He sensed Ariella moving behind him, and she reached between his knees from behind to wipe of his penis. But her fiddling didn’t stop; something clicked around the base of his member, and as he looked down in surprise, he watched as she swiftly attached a curved stainless steel tube-like looking attachment to the ring. “It’s a chastity device, Tammy. Not only will you not be able to touch yourself at all, but you will need to sit down to pee!!” Ariella giggled. “I am so, so silly!!! I remember know that Lady Shallara told me she had already taken care of those two issues with hypnosis!!! Oh well, you will now be physically constrained too!”

Ariella playfully swung the key in front of Tim, before dropping it down her cleavage. “You are not going to get that very easily. I am not even sure who I am going to give it to. Cheryl perhaps …. or maybe one of the ladies in your office. Hmmmm…let me think about that for a bit.”

Ariella did a dramatic flourish with her arms. As if to an imaginary audience, she painted a huge circle in the air with arms, and brought her hands together at the end, pointing her two index fingers at Tim’s entrapped member. “And here we have our milk maid – he just made milk!” As if on cue, a shrill set of cat-calls accompanied by cheers and hand clapping came drifting through the walls from the room next door. Tim watched glassy eyed, as Ariella walked over the dressing table and picked up a remote. She aimed it at a TV that was on the wall, and it flickered as it came to life. “Closed circuit TV, Tammy, let’s see what the girls were cheering. You must have given them quite a performance!”

Tim felt the bottom drop out of his world as the screen flickered briefly and then settled on an image of him handing over a cash note to Ariella. His voice came playing back to him loud and clear:” “Fuck me from behind, please Ariella!!! Here is a small payment if you will. Please!”

Tim buried his head in his hands, not daring to look, as the sound from the video droned on remorselessly. He heard his labored breathing, his pleas for more, his whimpers of pleasure, his groan of sexual release.

Tim was still kneeling, looking bemused, when Shallara walked back into the room. “I have a deal worked out for you with Cheryl, Tim. I don’t think I will have to call the security after all.” She gestured at the screen. It had reverted back to a still capture of the moment when the naked, face painted Tim, handed over a fifty dollar bill to Ariella. “….but if we ever do, I suspect we have some rather interesting material for them to view!”

Shallara looked at Tim thoughtfully, wondering how far she could push him, given his fragile state of mind. She toyed with a scenario in her mind where she would ask Tim how he would ever face the office ladies again, never mind the fact that he was their manager. She thought of telling Tim that she had negotiated a position for him with Cheryl at the same company, but as the mailroom clerk. He looked so dejected that she simply could not feel some compassion for him. At last she turned to Ariella. “Get him cleaned up, Ariella, and then let’s go together into the sitting room to meet the others.”

With his face cleaned up, naked except for the ridiculous looking contraption around his cock, Tim followed Shallara out of the room. Ariella brought up the rear, her eyes shiny with excitement. Shallara stopped in the entrance hall, and opened the coat cupboard door. “Your clothes, Tim. Get them on please and you can be out of here.”

Tim’s jaws dropped. “I thought …..”

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The intense discomfort Tim felt initially, walking into a room dressed only in flimsy red dressing gown, slowly gave way to a pleasurable experience. He was pleased to be away from the blond Shallara, whose dominant side seemed to have been unleashed. Ariella was different. She was warm and cuddly, and there was no hint of superiority as she beckoned him to sit down beside him. He half expected her to mock him, but it was all business and relationship.

“So Lady Shallara,” Ariella began. Tim’s mind reeled; there was that weird title she gave him! “…has told me,” Ariella continued, “that you need some feminine empathy training. So where we are going to start is on how challenging it is for the ladies to look their best in the morning. You men simply brush your teeth, shave and go. We ladies have a much tougher job. It takes skill, and I am going to teach you that skill so that you can come to appreciate it. Now, this is how we are going to do it. I am going to work on the right side of your face, and you are going to attempt the same on the left side. We are going to cover eyes, basic makeup, and lipstick application. You only have an hour booked with me, so we will need to move quite fast. You can practice when you get home, and in your next session, we can learn some other skills together.”

Ariella clasped his face between her two palms and swiveled him around to look directly at her. “Now the eyebrows….lets trim them and get rid of the stray hairs around your brow. We can thin them out later if necessary.” She picked up a comb, and using it as a guide, she quickly trimmed the right eyebrow down reasonably short. She deftly plucked away all the surrounding stray hairs, and attacked the lower brow line with quick, sharp plucks. The top line followed, and in what seemed like no time at all, she had a perfectly arched, smooth eyebrow.

It was only then that the enormity of what had just transpired hit him. His right eyebrow was now plucked like a lady’s!! He was going to have to face the outside world looking like this. And he would look really silly if his left eyebrow was left in its current state. Fumbling, he picked up the pair of scissors and attempted to trim neatly across the left brow. With each snip, it became more and more obvious that he was cutting uneven lengths, almost getting down to the skin in places.

“Here, let me help you, “offered Ariella, “I can get that all straightened out for you! The only problem is that I am going to have to cut the right side down even further to match it.”

“No…leave it alone” growled Tim.

“Your choice, Tammy, let’s try out the eye shadow.” Ariella reached out for a blue palette.

“Wait ! You just called me Tammy? It’s Tim, always has been Tim and always will be!” he snapped.

She gazed at him with a smile playing at the corners of her lips. “Lady Shallara told me that when you are in feminine sensitivity training, I am always to call you Tammy. She was quite specific about it. If I don’t, I will get punished….and you know how painful that is!”

He looked at her quizzically. “So, how would she ever know?” he asked. He followed her pointer to a little glass dome mounted on top of the dressing table. “We’re being recorded, Tammy. All my sessions with you are. You remember you signed a waiver during your first session with Lady Shallara that all your sessions would be recorded for training purposes? And that she owned the rights to them? Well…..you are on candid camera” She broke out into a broad grin.

Her application of the eye shadow was flawless. She applied a base blue shade on the entire lid, and blended it up to about halfway to the eyebrows. As a finishing touch, she added a thin line under the lower lashes. And then her fun started as she watched him trying to emulate her. He pulled down on his eyelid with his left hand as he tried to dab shadow on with his right. The color bled out at the sides, and at last she reluctantly halted him.

Time ran quickly, and Ariella decided to leave the foundation application lesson to the next session. They moved on to lipstick, and she chose a bright, apple-red lipstick. The results were almost comic, but she resisted the impulse to laugh. Perfectly made up on one side, from eyebrows down to lipstick, and an almost clownish appearance on the left.

“It’s a Revlon water-resistant lipstick, Tammy. You will just love how hard it is to smear and how long it takes to wear off! You can only remove it with makeup remover!”

The door to the room opened, and Shallara walked in, her heels announcing her presence. “Your time is nearly up Tim, and I have a guest coming in shortly, so you will need to start getting yourself ready to go.”

Ariella looked knowingly at Tim. “I heard Lady Shallara telling you at the end of last session to bring a lady’s purse with some makeup remover and facial cleanser in. You did do that, didn’t you?”

Tim shook his head.

“Oh dear…because we are fresh out of it here!! And trying to wash this makeup off with just water…well…you would do better not to. If I were you…I would just go home with it on and stop off at the drug shop on your way to get the cleanser”.

Tim gawked at Ariella. His focus was averted from her as Shallara began to talk.

“Sorry to interrupt, but there were a couple of things I just wanted you to know. Firstly, my guest is actually Cheryl Stern. Yes Tim, your HR Exec! She wanted to see the recordings we had made. She was thinking of running a makeup class at work for the ladies, and thought that this might be some really valuable instruction from Ariella that could be passed on.” She paused, and watched Tim’s jaw drop. The silence seemed to hang in the air

After what seemed like an eternity, she continued, “You may have heard the doorbell ring earlier? It was the cleaning lady coming in. Tim, she saw that pile of clothes piled in the lobby, and assumed they were dirty. She used her initiative and took them down to the dry-cleaner before she left. I am not sure which one it is, but she says they provide one day service, and she will bring them back tomorrow when she comes to do the apartment.”

Tim felt crushed. His world seemed to have come to an end. Nothing could make it worse. He jerked himself up straight as Shallara continued: “Tim, your session time has now come to an end. You will have to leave my apartment now.”

He exploded: “Leave? How can I? Look at my face! Look at what I am wearing, and you want me to leave in a see-through, nylon dressing gown? And you have this all recorded, and you want to have the recordings shown to my work colleagues? What sort of person are you? You are evil!!” He bowed his head, and cradled it in his arms on the dressing table.

“It’s good to cry, Tim” Shallara gently held his shoulders. “Just let the tension out. It’s what females do, and you have often been heard to mock them about!! But it will make you feel better. But in a few minutes, you really do need to go.”

He looked up and stared at her savagely. “You can’t make me!”

“Well, Tim,” she responded, “In just a few minutes, there will be three ladies in here and just you. So I wouldn’t start getting physical, if I were you. And to be quite honest, you are starting to wear me out. If you don’t start making a move, I am going to call security and tell them there is a pervert trespassing in my apartment, and would they please come and take you away.

He looked at her aghast. “OK, you win; you have humiliated me and backed me into a corner. What do you want from me?. Is this about money? A bit of blackmail?”

“I want nothing from you, Tim,” came the reasoned response, “nothing. I just want you to leave my apartment. You booked this session of your own accord, you didn’t follow my recommendation to bring a facial cleanser with you, and you left your clothes out where any reasonable person would assume they were dirty and soiled and needed laundering. Now I just need you to leave.”

Shallara sat on a padded vanity stool next to him, and took his hand. “Change has to come from within, Tim. I can’t make you stop being cruel to your female colleagues. You have to learn what it is like to live their role in life and respect what they face and accomplish. And in a situation like this, it is not what I want to do to you. It is not about me blackmailing or punishing you. You have to assess the situation and take some actions that will get you out of here without hurting others. And I can tell you Tim, having you holed up in my apartment for the night is not an option.”

He looked at her, broken and defeated. His voice took on a whining, pleading tone, “What other options do I have Shallara? I can’t walk out into the streets dressed like this and with my face made up like this! Please help me! Show some pity, please!”

She looked at him, and then picked up the phone that was sitting on the dressing table. “I am calling security. You have thirty seconds to get out of my apartment.”

The doorbell rang. “Ariella, please go and let Cheryl in…thanks honey. Show her in here, if you wouldn’t mind?”

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Shallara opened the door to let Tim in. He moved quickly into the entrance lobby, and looked at Shallara quizzically. “You said that you wanted me undressed, and kneeling, Lady Shallara. Where would you like me to get undressed?” His tone was respectful and submissive. “Why, here would do just fine I think!” came the response, “fold you clothes neatly, put them in the coat cupboard on the upper shelf, and wait for me here”. She turned on her heels, and he could hear her move back into the sitting room.

Starting with his shoes and socks, Tim started to get undressed. This couldn’t be happening to him! Yet it was. The period pains had been all too real, and if this was the price he had to pay, well, it was just one evening, and he would pay it. The pains had to be psychosomatic, and he was sure that in time the effect of her spell (she called it hypnosis!) would wear off; he just had to swallow his pride and ride this period of his life out. He had gone shopping as instructed, and it became all too obvious as he removed his slacks, that the silk red panties had now become part of his attire. Hidden and secret, he had to admit that he actually enjoyed their sensual touch!

He stripped down to his bright red panties, bundled his clothes into the corner and knelt down on the door mat and waited. It wasn’t long before he heard the tell-tale click of Lady Shallara’s heels, and her sharp tone caused him to flush. “Straighten your back, Tim, don’t slouch like that!! Get your hands behind your head, now!”

The words stung, and the harshness surprised him. She eyed him critically. “Tim, Lose the armpit hair…it is an absolute turn off for me. Either shave it or ask Ariella for some advice on depilation, but it has to go! If I see it again, I will have her use her Epilator on it. Don’t know what that is? Just try it. And if she needs to use it, I am going to tell her to use it on n your pubic hair too!”

Despite her casual sun dress, she came across as a no-nonsense dominant. As she stood directly in front of him, her sandaled feet almost touching his knees, her hands on her hips, he suddenly sensed that he was in beyond his depth. This was no therapist; this was a domme, and the flashback to his spanking at her hands made him scared.

“You just bundled your clothes up! I would have expected you to fold them carefully. This is not a good way to behave” Shallara snapped.

“The maid can tidy then away,” he shrugged.

“Be careful what you wish for in Mysteria, Tim. It often has way of coming to pass!” she replied..

“The clock’s ticking, Tim. You’re on a double rate now because it is so late in the evening. You’re lucky it’s not triple as you have both Ariella’s and my rate to cover”. His heart sank even further; surely she couldn’t have her here? “You can stand up and follow me into the dressing room over there. Ariella is going to help you brighten your day and put a smile on your face.” Tim no longer took any of Shallara’s words at face value, and his instinct warned him that this was not a smile that was going to be filled with joy.

“May I first go to the washroom? It was a long ride over here.” His tone was sullen and flat

“Of course, you can! It’s the door right over there,” Shallara returned. “I will be waiting right here for you.” She watched the door close, and listened to the waterfall that seemed to take ages before the supply became exhausted. The toilet flushed and Tim walked out, a well built man in silk red panties.

“Tim, I didn’t hear the tap running. Did you wash your hands? And what is that wet spot on your panties?”

He looked down, and turned a bright shade of red. “Umm…I guess I didn’t shake myself properly.”

“You didn’t what? Shake yourself properly? You were in my bathroom, dammit!!! There are rolls and rolls of tissue paper in there, and you didn’t shake yourself? What about drying yourself? We all do it!”

She pushed the door open and glanced inside. “So you come into my washroom, you splash on the floor, you don’t dry yourself and you didn’t wash your hands. And then you walk out leaving the seat up!!! Look at the rim of the toilet. Why is it yellow? Why did you leave your disgusting pubic hairs on it?” Her verbal explosion rocked Tim. It was definitely not going to be a pleasant evening. The floor wasn’t going to open him up and swallow him, and there was no escape.

Shallara recovered her composure. Her voice reverted to a passive-aggressive reasoned tone. “So this is exactly why men need to be taught to sit down like females to pee, Tim. Do you see why? If you sat down, there wouldn’t be any of this disgusting mess to clean up, would there Tim? I am going to give you five minutes to clean it up. There is disinfectant under the basin. When you are finished, you will return to your kneeling position in the entrance hall. And for Pete’s sake…get those soiled panties off!! There is a clean dressing gown hanging behind the door.”

Minutes later, he was back in position. A sheer, pink nylon dressing gown clung to his body contours, and his face looked downcast and sad. He looked so cute there, kneeling in submission that she almost wanted to let him off the hook. The arrogance was long gone, and Shallara saw a man who was close to tears.

He looked up at mournfully, and eyed the strap that swung from the belt at her waist. “I suppose you are going to whip me again?”

“No Tim, I will only whip you if you ask for it. In fact you would have to beg me for it!!” She chuckled. “I cannot imagine that happening tonight!”

Tim shook his head. “Not a chance!. Not after what you did to me last time. Nothing you do or say could entice me to ask you for a whipping….”

“Come with me, Tim, we are going to give you some help and offer some strategies for coping with your, with your…” Shallara hunted for the right phrase. “…with your… bathroom habits. But I am not going to punish you for this specific incident. We do have some open issues still…we will address those later though. ”

She took him by the hand and led him into the lounge. The music, Enya’s Orinoco Flow, was a complete giveaway for him. He knew what was coming as soon as she sat him down, but he wasn’t prepared for the suddenness of it. The last thing he remembered was looking right into her eyes, and the snap of her fingers clicking against her thumbs.. ”Sleep for me Tim, Sleep now!” Her voice seemed to float in and out of consciousness. It wasn’t sleep and it wasn’t a state of awareness. He was vaguely aware of the strange feeling of the nylon dressing gown, but it felt strangely comforting,

“Tim, whenever you go to the bathroom, you will sit down to pee…..you will keep your thighs together, and your clit pointed down…we will always refer to your penis as a clit going forward Tim….you will point it down and squeeze it between your thighs to ensure that there is no chance of splash…..you will keep your thighs and knees together and your feet only slightly apart…you will dab yourself dry before your get off the seat, it’s the only hygienic thing to do…keeping everything dry and hygienic is extremely important to you, Tim…you will clean up any drops you inadvertently drop…..”

The voice droned on and on, repeating the messages and instructions. And finally it was over. Shallara clicked her fingers and commanded “Wake now – awake and alert”. Tim rapidly surfaced from his trance and looked slightly bemused. “Come along, Tim, we have now used thirty minutes of your session. We need to get going with your program. Let’s go into the dressing room next door.” Shallara took his hand and led him through the entrance hall and through a door into a room he had never entered.

Sitting in front of a vanity table, sat a bored looking Ariella. “Hi Tim, I have been waiting for you! Come and sit down here beside me.”

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As the door to Shallara’s apartment edged open, Tim felt as if his heart had stopped beating. The self assured executive that had stood at this door just a couple of weeks ago had been transformed into someone who was nervous and needed reassuring. His hands were clammy and he felt short of breath. His bowels felt as if they were turning to water.

Shallara’s smile seemed to melt him. She seemed almost compassionate as she reached out and took his had. “Come in, Tim, let’s go through to the sitting room.” Once again, she was elegantly dressed. A rust colored summer frock seemed to trace out the curves on her slight body, and set off her short blond hair. Her tanned, slender calves seemed to flow down into delicate feet that ended in eye-catching red painted toe-nails. High heeled sandals, strappy and fire-engine red, made her seem taller than she really was, and they seemed to float across the deep piled, cream carpet as she led the way into the living area.

He was relieved to see that Ariella wasn’t in the apartment; simply recalling the embarrassment of his previous two encounters with her made him burn with shame. Shallara led him back to the couch in front of the fireplace and sat him down. As if in a dream, he watched her as she elegantly picked up that distinctive bottle of Laphroaig Islay whisky, and splashed a measure of it into the crystal glass. As she handed it to him, the light sparkled off the cut glass, glowing golden from within.

The peaty aroma from the scotch seemed to mingle with the smoke from the hearth. Just a sip of it and he seemed to find himself drifting into a relaxed state. He sensed Shallara standing behind him, and the tension melted away as she gently massaged his shoulders. The haunting tones of Enya’s Orinocco Flow seemed to drag him down deeper and deeper into a comfortable trance. He could hear the word “Mysteria” being whispered over an over again in Shallara’s silky voice. It seemed to come originate from right within his head, and it was pleasantly re-assuring.

And then he realized that he had entered another world completely. It was comfortingly familiar, and as he looked around, he noticed the sensuous ladies in sun-frocks gliding along the paths in a lush garden. The soft sunlight filtered through the trees, casting the garden in a radiant, golden glow. Totally at peace with life, he felt overcome with a feeling of well-being and total relaxation. The gentle rubbing on his knotted shoulders had stopped, and he felt Shallara’s presence on the couch next to him.

“Welcome to Mysteria, Tim. I believe Ariella brought you down here last week. Nod your head if you recall this state”. Her voice was husky and sensuous, and her perfume seemed to fill his senses. Her presence seemed to have entered his very core, and he desperately wanted to be one with her. In his drowsy state he gave an almost imperceptible nod. “And Tim, I believe that she suggested to you that you would love to wear red silk boxers. They feel so good and so right”. He felt her fingers play lightly across his crotch. “Nod your head if you now wear red silk boxers, Tim”. Again, the faint nod.

“That really pleases me, Tim. You love to please your Lady Shallara. Such a good boy!”. Tim felt his feeling of well being move up to another level. Somehow, she had managed to slip his zipper down, and he could feel his manhood start to harden as she rubbed him delicately through the silk material. “It feels so good, doesn’t it?” she asked again. “And as good as it feels Tim, it can feel even better. Listen carefully. I want you to go to Victoria’s Secret and buy a few pairs of red silk panties. It is for me, Tim. Whatever you think would please me. Whatever you think would turn me on. Nod your head if you want to do this for me, Tim”

“But Tim”, she continued, “You are to buy them in a size that will fit you. And whenever you come to see me, you will be wearing red silk panties. It will feel so right, Tim. It will excite you that you are doing this for me. ..and now Tim, we must go deeper, because there is something else I want to tell you. Deeper down now. Feel yourself relaxing further and further. Feel how good it feels to sink into a deeper and deeper trance. All you can hear now is my voice. It seems to be entering every pore of your body. ….”

Her voice seemed to drone on and on. And then suddenly, it stopped, and once again, as he surfaced to a lighter trance, he heard her again. It was as if time had been interrupted, and he had absolutely no recollection of what she had gone on in the interim.

“Before we leave Mysteria, Tim, there is something else I want to tell you. You really will please me if you always kneel in my presence Tim. My apartment is just another place in Mysteria, and you know that males always kneel before their Ladies in Mysteria Whenever you first enter into my presence in Mysteria, I expect you to request permission to undress. You will carefully fold your clothes and place them in a neat stack in my coat cupboard. And then you will kneel, dressed only in your silk underwear. You really want to serve me well, and please me, don’t you Tim? Nod your head if you want to serve and please me in Mysteria please.” The nod was barely noticeable. “I am going to count you up now, from one to five, and then we are going to have a chat. At the count of five, you will be wide awake and alert. Now, one, you feel the energy coming back into your body, two……..and five, wide awake and ready to serve”.

As Tim came back to a fully awake state, he sat up and looked at the lady sitting on the chair next to him. He made a move, but she motioned him to sit still. “Tim, there is something I need to tell you. I need your conscious mind to understand what your sub-conscious mind is now up to, so that you can make the correct choices.” She smiled at him, and could imagine the turmoil that must be setting in to his mind. “Tim, Cheryl Stern told me that you had been making some inappropriate remarks in the office about…well, let’s be delicate…and say about the temperament of one of your colleagues that you attributed to a certain time of the month….shh….hear me out…please don’t interrupt !”

She reached out and clasped his hand, as she looked into his eye. “Tim, while you were…having a little nap over the last ten minutes, your subconscious and I were having a very deep chat.” She smiled. “I was explaining to it, over and over again, what the symptoms of a ladies period are.”

“Now, on an accelerated timetable, two weeks instead of four, but for only two days, you are going to feel many of the symptoms of a period. You are going to go home tonight, and in the forthcoming days, you will spend many of your spare moments doing research on the internet, understanding the cause, learning its affects. You are going to spend a few weeks being obsessed with the topic. The more your learn, the more you will sympathize. You are going to become acutely familiar with the pains in the abdomen, the bloating, the cramps. You will come to expect the nausea, headaches, and the indigestion. You are going to feel and live through it, and I am sure you will start feeling extremely empathetic to your female colleagues in the future! In fact, you are going to feel so empathetic, that you are going to start experiencing a period.”

Shallara watched him flush. “Live through the first two periods and experience what it is really. Reflect on how you start to react, how your emotional state changes. Use this as a period of reflection. It will only be after that, and only if I have an opening in my schedule, will I consider booking you an appointment to do some …let’s call it, feminization empathy counseling with you. We will do some female related activities together that you find so….so….irritating and trivial.”

Shallara stood up, and indicated to the very red faced Tim that the session was over. She took him by the hand and led him to the door. “Enjoy your lingerie shopping,! Oh…one other thing, Tim…” He looked at her expectantly. He seemed to her that he was crushed. The arrogant male that had come into her life just a few weeks ago was no longer. “Tim, next time you come, after a decent period… ”.

Shallara gave a dramatic and exaggerated pause, waiting for the pun to register, and then continued, “…you need to come here with a purse in hand, and inside that purse, I expect to find a bottle of facial cleanser and makeup remover”.

As the door closed behind him, she shucked off her heels, and moved over to her desk phone. “Ariella sweet ….it is me! This is going to be so much fun….”

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