"What an idiot", Maria M seethed. "I can't wait to sink a crop into that pasty white ass!" " Quiet, Maria he'll here you, besides do you think we would know how to put it on the first time?" "We would have it on his sorry cock by now!" "Ssh, he'll hear you".

Joe's fingers were shaking he is failing. I'll never get this stupid thing on he thought. Just then everything sort of fell into place and he was able to put the padlock on and lock it all together. "Yeah", Joe let an exclamation of triumph escape him.

The Marias hearing Joe shout figured he was successful. Maria M smiled in front of the computer. Maria H reached down and felt how wet between the legs she was.

slave_j Finished Mistress. Mistress MM Very good slave but keeping me waiting just added to your punishment. slave_j I am very sorry Mistress. Mistress MM I am sending you instructions on what you are to do with my key. Be quick in your actions! Mistress MM has left the room.

Joe logged out of the chat room and went into his e-mail. Just as she said there was an e-mail with the subject title of Instructions from Mistress MM. He was to place the key in an envelope. Address it with the address she provided ( a P.O. box) and put it in the office out going mail. He was to follow her instructions to the letter and then go home for the day. The Marias watched Joe leave, hidden from his view in the cubical. They watched him get on the elevator and head home. They raced each other to the out going mailbag. Maria H was faster and pulled the envelope out of the bag. She held it up over her head as they both jumped for joy. The fun was about to begin. The next morning most of the items the Marias ordered with Joe's credit card arrived at their apartment. They spent the day figuring out how to put things on or how to use them. Maria M was beating a pillow and their couch with the flogger and crop she had chosen. Maria H kept interrupting her to perform various fashion shows of the dominatrix clothes they had purchased. They both thought she looked very hot in them. Along with the equipment and clothes they had purchased several 'how to' books on BDSM as well as a series of videos from Ona Zee called 'Learning the ropes'. Reading the books, watching the videos, trying on the clothes and playing with the equipment were turning the women on like they could not believe. They knew this was their destiny. Maria H wearing a leather corset and black spiked heels was fighting with getting a strap-on harness with a dildo attached strapped to her hip. She realized how Joe must have felt last night and like Joe everything finally fell into place. She looked down at her 'cock' and felt so empowered. She watched herself in the mirror giving it a few test thrusts. God, she loved the look of this cock between her legs. She wanted badly to fuck Joe with it. Maria M laughed at her when see was thrusting the dildo in the harness but she to wanted to experience fucking a guy with that tool. It was closing in on quitting time for most people. The Marias had to pack up and get ready for work. It was Friday evening and they had the whole weekend ahead of them. Mistress MM sent an e-mail to slave_j.

Joe arrived at work the next morning looking like he had been out on a bender all of last night. In truth he barely slept a wink. The CB2000 was not comfortable to him; he was always aware that it was on him. He had also wanted desperately to jerk off last night and was stopped by this new addition. He could not stop thinking about Mistress MM. Where did she live? What did she look like? Would she ever allow him to meet her? How long did he have to wear this damn thing? He was very disappointed that there were no e-mails from her. He had checked the chat room but it was empty. Would he ever hear from her again?

Again the workday dragged on. He barely accomplished anything work related. His work production had slipped badly and it was only a matter of time till his boss noticed his deficiencies. Around 3:30 an e-mail hit his account. He was very relived to see that it was from Mistress MM, his Mistress.

The e-mail was titled 'Don't Fail Me'. It contained instructions that he was to follow to the letter. If he failed she would be gone from his life forever. Joe swallowed hard as he read the instructions for the third time. He was to sit at his desk until 6:00. At that time he was to go to the men's restroom on the fourth floor of the office building. He was to enter the second toilet stall and close the door. On the back of the door will be a black trash bag. In the bag he would find items that he would have to put on. He was to dress as instructed and place his clothes into the garbage bag. These instructions had Joe very worried. It didn't concern him what he was going to be required wear; whatever Mistress wanted he would do. What concerned him most is that Mistress MM knew who he was in real life. She knew where he worked and could be in the building at this very moment. Has this been someone who had been spying on him? Stalking him? Was Mistress MM even a woman? He was afraid to follow the instructions and he was afraid not to follow them. His mind wrestled with this problem as the clock crept its way to 6:00.

Maria M and Maria H debated long and hard as to what should go into the trash bag they would leave for Joe. Since discovering the wonderful world of femdom their tastes have gone in slightly different directions. Maria M went for the naked male slave suffering pain being inflicted by a woman. Maria H went for the forced feminine transformation of a male captive. They finally compromised that Joe's punishment will be given by Maria M and he would be dressed in women's lingerie but no make-up or dresses. So Joe's trash bag contained a black leather collar with matching leash, a leather blind fold, a pink ball gag, black leather wrist restraints with matching ankle restraints, seamed black nylon stockings, black garter belt, hot pink silk panties, a black rubber medium size butt plug and a pair of nipple clamps connected by a thin chain.

6:00, Joe on shaky knees got up from his desk and made his way to the fourth floor men's room. He was so nervous he was trembling with fear. To him it felt like he was climbing the steps to the top of the Empire State Building instead of just one floor up from his office. He was a wreck as he entered the fourth floor. The door to the bathroom felt so heavy to him he did not think he would be able to open it. It felt like he had to throw his entire weight at the door for it to finally swing it open. He stood their staring at the second stall door trying to will himself over to it. Finally his feet shuffled over to the stall and he swung the door open. He felt a weight shift on the back of the stall door. He entered the stall and locked it behind him never looking at the bag hanging on the back of the door. He lifted the seat of the toilet, pulled down his zipper and pulled out his penis. He let a flow of urine lose to relive the built up pressure of his nerve-wrecked bladder. He shook off, pushed back his penis, pulled up his zipper and flushed. The noise from flushing was deafening to him. Slowly he turned and faced the bag.

The Marias were in the third floor women's room. Peeking out of the door they watched Joe leave his office and head for his surprise on the fourth floor. As they heard the stairwell's door close they closed the bathroom door and prepared for the night's fun. They began to dress the part of the dominatrix of Joe's fantasies. Although, they themselves were turned on by the fetish wear the fantasy dominas wore. Maria M's favorite color was black and her wardrobe reflected that taste. She dressed in a strapless black leather corset that accentuated curves in her body she didn't even know she had. Eight garters on each leg held tight her black silk stockings. Knee-high black boots with four-inch stilettos graced her legs. 3/4 length black leather fingerless gloves encased each arm. A black silk ribbon circled her throat and another black ribbon bound her hair into a ponytail. The only color other then black she donned was her blood red lipstick and matching fingernail polish. Maria H went with a little more color. Her legs were dressed with black seamed nylon stockings held in place by a hot pink garter belt. Pink patent leather five-inch pumps gave her legs a sexy look. She wore matching hot pink silk panties the same, as Joe would have on. A black leather waist cincher equaled Maria M's curves. A hot pink satin push up bra accented her 34C breasts. She tied a black silk scarf around her neck in honor of Joe's favorite masturbatory tool. White silk opera gloves finished her outfit. Just putting on the clothes had given the women an empowering feeling. They were also both turned on by how they and their partner looked. For a fleeting moment Maria M imagined Maria H tied to the bathroom stall receiving the business end of her crop. They finished off their outfits by putting on matching black leather dusters. The dusters made them feel very powerful and could cover them up quickly in the event of uninvited guests. They packed up and headed for the fourth floor. God help Joe if he had not followed their instructions and was not yet ready. The women walked toward their destiny.