I can't honestly say how long I lay curled up in the barn, feeling sick and afraid. I remember the big dog pulling me along so I had to stand and the fear when he crossed out of the bar. Apart from a sharp stabbing pain from the bracelet, nothing happened when I crossed back over the black line.

The big dog seemed happy enough and easily led me back to my suite of rooms. I mean he took a different route and then we were back. Looking at myself in the mirror I looked a mess, dirt in my ponytail and all over one side of my jacket. I mean I looked like a skanky, filthy little bitch. The dog sat there beside me as I looked in the mirror on the wall, almost like he knew something. Anyway, I thought to myself, I need a wash and it was then that I saw the white paper on the table. "MASTER wishes to see you in the office. Do not be late, do not be be scruffy. Do not be cheeky".

After seeing that, I rushed into the shower, tearing off my dirty clothes and leaving them in a heap on the floor. The bracelet was left in its special holder, the ankle tag stayed on. Stepping out of the shower, the big dog was now on the bed. I could swear he was watching me, but I dismissed the idea rapidly as I know dogs are clever but surely not that clever. Carefully sitting on the edge of the bed, I looked in the mirror and examined myself critically. "Hmmmm..." I said out loud as I turned to view myself, grabbing the bracelet and sliding it back on.

Well, to be honest, I thought to myself, I've never been at all well built and I know that my small cock has never made a buldge in my panties but I suppose for my height my B-Cup boobs are okay. Looking at the dog, I could see he was dozing and also at times watching me. He growled once or twice which made me jump but otherwise he stayed very still. I was curious though about where the other dog was as the dog basket in the main room was very big and I guessed he shared it with another dog.

Turning in the mirror, I blushed hard at the size of my ass. There was no doubt that despte my one male physical characteristic, my ass was way too soft and bouncy and clearly would easily and did look like it should be a skirt. Blushing harder I realised that in the mirror, from the side, my ass looked huge. A thought that had never stuck me before. As I examined myself, I could feel the bracelet and ankle tag begin to vibrate.

I had worked out what that meant......I was against the clock. With care I rolled the stockings up my legs, smoothing them and then clipping on the six strap suspender belt. The belt was obviously of very high quality and the deep lace and wide straps only seemed to emphasis my sissy lack of size and power. Rummaging around in the drawer, I selected a pair of lacy panties, ones that matched my creamy suspender belt. Thinking to myself that I mustn’t be too trashy, I selected a plain, white lacy bra. I mean nothing too sexy for the office.

Clipping that in place, I blushed as I looked in the mirror as the underwear only seemed to re-emphasise my weak girlie sissyness. The bracelet and ankle tag began to jolt me, shaking me out of appraisal. Opening the closet, I looked at the office wear and opted for a long white blouse with nice pearl buttons. The quality of the item, was to my mind at least, ever so good and I relished the feeling of putting on the soft top. Giggling a little bit, I went through the office wear, noting again the very short skirt lengths and tight cut of the girlie trouser suits.

Not wishing to appear to slutty, I picked out a nice light purple skirt and jacket. Admittedly the jacket was a bit large but had really nice gold buttons on and in the closet I found a pair of heels that matched.

Naturally, I had to look at my self in the mirror and then turned red as I noticed the skirt barely reached my stocking tops and risked flashing my panties when I moved. I knew I would have to apologise to the Master and ask his forgiveness for such a short skirt. It wasn’t really appropriate for a powerful mans secretary.

Surprising myself, and grinning I looked at myself again in the mirror. No doubt it Ol’ Blonde Brain, I thought to myself, even on tip toes you just make it to five feet and seven whole inches and you’re hardly that well built. Sitting on the edge of the bed, I fixed my ponytail and locked it in place with a matching purple hair grip. It was weird but I could swear the dog kept watching me dress. The only jarring note to my outfit was the chunky, heavy ankle tag. Humiliatingly I realised that was exactly the intention. Despite all the nice clothes, it reminded me precisely of my position and I knew of its power over me.

Rushing out the door I walked into the main hall and down towards the office wing, my heels echoing and sharply clicking as I walked. Looking at myself in the huge mirror on the wall by the door to the wing, I nervously smoothed my skirt over my big, sissy bouncy ass and held my bracelet up to the door lock.