THE CHINA ROSE DESIRE

A MASKING EXPERIENCE STORY

By Rita Chante

AUTHOR’S NOTE: The following copyrighted story is taken from a real life set of email dialogue. According to my hairdresser, everything alleged to have happened in this story is true. Only the names and places have been changed to protect the guilty. The story itself is written as a story within a story and based upon the paradigm of masked circles within masked circles.

LIST OF CHARACTERS:

Larry Silver Eagle Lopez/Lesley Lay Tex/China Joy. Handle: Miss Lay Tex is Sandra Ting in the story.

China Joy/Arnold Macmillan/George Hardon. Handle: Boy Toy Story pseudonym is Pamela Chin in the

story.

Rose Fong/Diablo Doble/Jack Doff. Handle: Domino Story pseudonym is Mr. Macmillan in the

story.

Pamela Mason: Turned by Rose into Gay girl. Handle: Gaygirl is Farey Land in the story.

Sandra Nelson: Turned by Rose into Sweetpus. Handle: Sweetpus is Juana Yew in the story.

Barbara Niles: Private secretary to George Hardon. Handle: Idluvpain and slave to Rose in the story.

THE STORY:

She was 38-20-36 with long straight black hair and happy dancing almond eyes. For all her soft voluptuous curves, she couldn't have weighed more than one hundred and ten pounds. Everything about her shape said built for pure, innovative, unadulterated, exotic and erotic sex. Her soft, red, moist lips had "kiss me you fool," written all over them. She stood a full five-foot-five in her stocking feet, but she never wore less than a seven-inch heel and a four-platform, so her image was that of a six foot tall and long legged Chinese goddess.

China Joy glided effortlessly in and out of rooms with the restrained motion of generations of aristocratic breeding. Her skin was a soft mocha cream color and appeared to have been created for the cover of "Vogue". China was the vision of Larry Silver Eagle's most fantastic dreams. She danced on his tormented, sweat soaked bed every night, but he was the only resident between his sheets.

Just the thought of China Joy made Larry Silver Eagle Lopez erect rock hard, twenty-four, seven. Larry wanted her in the worst way, but she was not for his ugly, nerdy, lumpy male persona. Everything about her image was tattooed on his brain in smoldering embers. But, China's heart lived on the other side of the world from Larry's. She had never even smiled in his direction, except to tease him and so she could make him mess his pants again.

It got so bad that Larry started wearing rubber pants under his slacks. Besides, China Joy made no bones about the fact that she was Rose's devoted love slave and that there was no man living or dead that could satisfy her like Rose could. After all what choice did she have, Larry's gossiping female staff, Pamela Mason and Sandra Nelson, had accidentally hacked their way into Rose's confidential files. How they got in is still a mystery, even to the gossipmongers. Sandra and Pamela found some of China's devoted emails beseeching Rose to satisfy her need after a savage beating for looking at a board member when China Joy wasn't supposed to.

When Larry Silver Eagle Lopez had first seen China Joy in the office he fell for her hook line and sinker, just like every other junior executive in the firm. But Larry was different; he never made a play for China Joy like the other rejected fools had done. He had just watched from afar, taking his time to learn her moves and moods. Larry listened for every bit of gossip about China and her lover Rose that he could get.

Larry knew that he had to be careful. After all, Larry was no stalker and he wanted to stay way clear of that category of voyeur. To others in the fast moving corporate world, Larry Silver Eagle Lopez was less than a small, ugly bug inside an air conditioning duct. While his knowledge was critical to the innovative side of the company, in the cutthroat world of business, he was truly the invisible man. The only time he was part of a group activity was when he was in a chat room or a conference call.

On the previous Halloween Larry had been shocked by Pamela and Sandra who had tricked him into thinking that they were not just dressed as a dom and a slave, but the real thing. As usual, Larry hadn't intended to dress up and mask for the company costume contest, but Pamela and Sandra "conned" Larry into masking as their devoted female slave. They made Larry Silver Eagle Lopez wear a Barbara Streisand mask and a latex maid's outfit, complete with fishnet stockings and stiletto, black patent leather heels. (They had no idea that while they thought they were humiliating their boss, that he loved the whole event.)

Even so, after that Halloween event Larry Silver Eagle Lopez had become more withdrawn into his shell than a snail faced with crawling upon arsenic. Only his insightful and creative ability for computer programming kept him in good graces with the corporation's executives. In addition, it was rumored that Rose might be one of the "men" who ran the corporation. That information was useless to Larry because no one was quite sure which of the cigar-smoking, hard-bitten, ruthless corporate "males" was really Rose.

China Joy on the other hand was always the focus of attention. Like Larry she was talented, but her skills were more in the area of number crunching. The corporate bosses wanted China in on every activity she had time for. It was a known fact that China could milk seven to nine cents out of every nickel. Her eye for financial detail was phenomenal, but at the same time, she never lost vision of the big picture.

China had used the occasion of Larry's maid costume on Halloween to use the "maid" by reaching under “her” skirt and giving the “maid's” balls a good hard squeeze. This is actually what finally motivated Larry Silver Eagle to do more than just drool over China Joy. No one at the company would have believed what Larry was beginning to find out about China through his quiet investigations.

Slowly and carefully Larry found out that China Joy had been lead into masking by her lesbian-mistress, Rose. In fact China's financial records indicated that she had purchased quite a collection of masks and exotic costumes. Initially it appeared that China Joy was interested in typical BDSM gear and that the entry into the world of masking had occurred relatively recently.

China Joy had met Rose in Europe while she had been completing her graduate work in international business relations in Germany. Rose had kept China Joy ever since that time and used her viciously when she felt like it. In a chatroom where Larry Silver Eagle Lopez was known as Leslie Lay, China had confessed that she was addicted to Rose's use of a twelve inch, double ended strap on dildo that she wore in her male persona. Rose had first used the wicked, vibrating, black and silver studded dildo to punish China when she had fondled Larry's balls on Halloween and then made the mistake of telling Rose how impressed she (China) had been by the size of Larry's balls.

China Joy was now so accustomed to Rose's use of this dildo that she often begged to be punished. To reward China Joy's insatiable desire, Rose had her wear rubber pants with a vibrating reverse dildo with a huge set of oil squirting balls attached under her professional business clothing. Whenever China Joy was with an important client, Rose would use a remote activation unit to unexpectedly turn on the vibrator and eventually release the hot sperm simulating oil into China's convulsing sex. The office worried about some of China Joy's apparent severe menstrual cramping. Several of the members of the secretarial pool shared old wives tales and remedies to help China Joy with her constant "periods".

Recently Rose had created a fantasy play where she made China Joy double mask while smoking a cigar. The external masked layer was that of a hulky male business type that Rose as a male herself, would assail and strip during their play to reveal China Joy in her inner masked layer as a slutty, blonde, Caucasian whore. China, in the businessman role, was to beg Rose in her dominant male role, to be gentle as she feminized him into the Caucasian whore Rose called, "Peggy". The cigar smoking Rose, dressed in her most masculine costume, had even dragged "Peggy" by a leash and collar, in her sluttiest fishnets and PVC gear, to Bondage-a-go-go in the South of Market area of San Francisco. One day, while perusing his email in his home office, Larry Silver Eagle Lopez, dressed and masked as “Leslie Lay Tex” came across a simple message that was titled, "Love your stuff." “Leslie Lay Tex”opened the message and found the following:

"I've have seen most of your pix and stories you have posted on the net at Marti's site and found them very

interesting. I don't know if I have chatted with you on Marti's Maskon Chatroom. Anyway, I'm wondering

if you could write a story for me. Below are some of my statistics. Let me know if you are interested.

Boy Toy".

What was this email all about? Was some weirdo trying to play a sick joke on him? Larry decided to ignore the letter and deleted it from his new mail, while knowing if he needed to retrieve the note that it was still in his old mail files for the next three days. This opening paragraph, which completely surprised Larry as "Leslie", was followed minutes later by the following information:

Name: Moi

Handle: Boy Toy

Gender: GG

Age: 25 years

Occupation: Executive Accountant

Weight: 130 lbs.

Height: 5 foot, seven inches

Measurements: 38-20-36

Cup size: "E"

Hair: Long and jet black

Nationality: Chinese-American

Race: Eurasian

Boy Toy's second note went onto say:

"I'm especially interested in your multi-layered personalities. I recall a scene in the story you call Anniversaries

Part III, where the wife was wearing a double ended, strap on dildoe and masked as her husband in both head

and body. She had too much to drink or something and she was molested by her four sisters thinking they were

teaching the wife's husband a lesson. Got to go for now,

Moi."

"What do I do with this?" said Larry’s "Leslie" identity to "her" computer. "How do you write a story for someone else and what do you do with it if you did?" "Leslie" decided to revert to type and do some research before making a decision and wrote the following email back to Moi.

"Dear Boy Toy,

Thanks for your interest in my stories and my web site. For the most part, when I write, I write out of personal

experience. I have never written a story for someone else before, but doing it for you is an interesting idea. Is

there some particular mask you like? Do you have a photo of yourself enmask that I could begin to develop a

character from? Is there some particular fantasy you have? Where is this fantasy supposed to take place?

Are you supposed to be telling the story or some other character supposed to be telling it? Is this story going

to be posted to the web?

Please let me know what you think.

Miss Leslie Lay Tex."

Larry’s “Leslie Lay Tex” identity became hard as a rod of two-inch cold roll steel. "Her" mind raced with ideas as “she” tried to envision the response “she” might get to "her" questions. Inside "her", Larry felt a nagging and disturbing thought. As he poured over the Boy Toy's statistics once more from behind Leslie's lovely face, he thought he recognized the description of China Joy. It must have been his desire and imagination, but what if China Joy was actually writing to his “Leslie Lay Tex” identity? What fun he could have as her co-author and play setter for her stunts with Rose Fong. What if he could write "Leslie" into the play and have China Joy force him to be "Leslie Lay Tex" for Rose Fong?

The thought was so delicious that Larry Silver Eagle Lopez dreamed fantastic fabulous fantasies for the rest of the night. The following day at work, Larry Lopez thought he saw a small but noticeable change in China Joy. But, that may have been wishful thinking. During her lunch, China Joy stayed at her computer instead of gliding around the office teasing every male in sight, like she normally did. Larry could see that she was intent on composing something, and her mood was very different from her traditional business like style.

If China as the "Boy Toy" had written "Miss Leslie Lay Tex" something, Larry couldn't wait to see it. On the other hand, what if she was just sending a note to Rose? What a disappointment. However, if China wasn't the "Boy Toy" and there was a note in his mail at home, what would the answers to his questions be like? Larry was so beside himself with anticipation that he could barely get his work done. The moment he could, he raced home and booted up his computer. Joy of Joys there was a note from "Boy Toy".

"Hi again:

I thought a lot about what you said about writing from personal experience. Maybe it's oversimplified that I'd

consider males more of a fleshy being. I didn't think that they would be like you and have to be inside of some

ones head to think like them. I think of a male as some one who just wants to get a girl into bed for a good

jerk off. Women need more romance than that. Your questions ask me for my feelings and showed off for you a

very romantic heart. I love the romance in your imagination. Your stories are very delicate yet multi-layered

and complex. They don't always go where you think they should go, but the reader likes where it gets to anyway.

You asked me if there was some particular mask I like. Well a short history of my masking interest is in order

to explain my preferences. I love latex. I can't get enough of the odor of it. I have become addicted to

being enclosed with in it. I'm an out of the closet lesbian. I have no doubt that there won't be any kind of

significant male presence in the rest of my life, but I don't hate guys. Girls (or perhaps feminized guys)

give me more of a feeling of safety. In fact, my partner, Rose does satisfy me much better than a guy could,

in all aspects of my life. Even the way she smokes those huge evil cigars turns me on. Rose has her own

background and somehow developed a tendency for masking as a male. She is very lonely and even at most

mask sites she doesn't feel safe and supported. That is what attracted us to your site. You made the masking

fun, not sick and crazed. While the photos of you are that of an exotic series of females, they are in good taste

and aren't driven by sick levels of oozing testosterone.

In the daytime work world, Rose is a business executive of a large fashion house that deals in world

markets through the internet. Rose is very stressed by the tremendous growth of our company, but does not

trust men to run it for her. They have screwed her so many times in business that she decided to become one

of them by day and a dom female at night. Underneath all of the masquerade and pressure, she is really a

decent lady, but everything is eating at her and she is changing and eroding fast. I am an accountant and

her second half. In our sex play, we are fascinated by reversal scenes of being like a bitch, a whore, a male to

tease, or a male with a strap on dildoe. Sometimes when one of us is masked as the male we play to humiliate, or

to torture. In this play, no matter the role or mask, I become the submissive, although for fun, I often do it

very reluctantly.

Initially, I just used fetish gear like PVC and Latex which magnified the hour glass shape of my body of which I

am very proud, but at the same time the PVC and latex made me appear as the stereotype of the worthless rubber-

embellished and clad bimbo bitch. Then I started wearing hoods and l loved the irresistible smell of the latex

and the safe yet threatening sense of confinement. Recently, we have made modifications in our play where I put

on the slutty outfit and the mask of the whore, then cover it with either a complete man's business suit and

facial mask, or become a conservatively dressed, dowdy business woman who is afraid of sex. The male role

finds me in search of a dom to humiliate me. Rose makes me smoke her foul cigars when I'm in this humiliated

role. They make me sick and she loves to see me as a weak sick male. We have gotten so good at this role

reversal and gender switching that we do it in public and the work place as well. The eventual goal of all the

games is to strip off my outer disguise to reveal my inner disguise of a slutty and lusty female.

On some occasions I have tried to turn the tables as the dominant male business type and rape Rose while stripping

away her male disguise. I find that act incredibly exciting. I love the power in it. Rose has been out of town a

month on business to Asia and during that time I have become well linked to the masking and TG sites on the

internet. It is funny how that all started. I was so lonely for Rose after she had been gone a week that I put on one

of her male disguises so I could feel close to her and sleep better. This disguise is the best one she has. It is so good

that the only person who knows it is a disguise is the one who is wearing it. The lips wrap around your own and the

eyes are actually your own, so that once the mask is adhered to your own face, it moves and reacts like your own

skin. And that is how I made a mistake that I am still trying to fix. I slept so well in this disguise that I over slept.

So without thinking I went into work as Rose in her disguise. I didn't even realize I had done it until everyone

started calling me Mr. Macmillan. I was so shocked. I didn't know what to do at first, but then decided to have

myself call in sick and then play out the rest of the day as Rose in her male disguise.

Fortunately or unfortunately, depending upon your current point of view, I did Rose in her male disguise so

well, that no one caught on except for maybe the computer nerd in the corner office who quietly keeps watching

me, but never says anything. He is harmless and kind of sweet in his own ugly way. Although, I must admit that

he is truly and really hung like a stud elephant on the prod. I think he is in love with me and would do almost

anything I asked him to do. Sometimes I would like to make a mask of him and force Rose to be him when I am

being a slutty bitch. That could be fun. I don’t think they make a strap-on as big as he is, and the size of his balls

are equally incredible. I’m getting lathered just thinking about him being in me. Unfortunately I don’t think he

knows how to use the equipment he has been blessed with.

Anyway, I don't know what to do when Rose first comes back from her trip. That is why I wanted you to help me

write a story so I would have some ideas as to how to make a scenario that Rose and I can work out together.

No one at work knows that Rose is still gone. I am doing her so well, that they all think she is back. I am

intercepting all of her messages and sending her on extended trips. The company is doing so well with two Mr.

Macmillans that I don't know how to stop. And, I need to find a way for myself to be in the office some of the time

when someone who is disguised as Rose is also there. On top of all that, I hit on the Maskon site from your links

page, and began chatting on icq. To my surprise, when I posted myself on some of the kinky personal web, tons of

submissive males came on to me, even worse than they do at work! Anyway, they have taught me a lot about using

the net and I am starting to feel what Rose has been doing with her femdom.

Now you ask, is there some particular fantasy that I have, as if what is happening in my actual life isn't enough. So

I thought for a while and decided that I'm getting more and more interested in being part of a real complicated

switch, rather than always being Rose's sub. I've chatted with some guys in the Maskon site and they drove me

crazy with ideas and desire for this. As I've mentioned before, I like multi-personality masking and the threatened

feeling of being revealed. That feeling is so wonderful and why I think I am having such fun being Rose as Mr.

Macmillan. The best part of the threat is feeling that one-day I will be forced to reveal myself as the bitch I am for

taking over Rose's role and job and disclose all my dark inner sides. To show you what I mean by this, One time

when I was instructing one of my new subordinates that I met in a chatroom and while simultaneously talking with a

new pal on the internet who was instructing me on how to use a mask in humiliating scenes and role shifting, I got

so wet that I couldn't stop from coming over and over until my juices were running down my legs and making my

costume all wet. I am also starting to have a fantasy where I am a vampiress using a mask to disguise myself as an

old, but real virile, cigar smoking, business man looking for young corporate executives to humiliate and feminize. I

suck their cum dry and one of the subordinates tries to escape my clutches by disguising himself and a woman. In

my vision he disguises himself as me. He fails in his escape and is dominated by me. But, somehow just when I

think I have him totally in my clutches, he discovers that I'm a vampiress and not the all powerful business man

when he searches my crotch and finds out I am wearing a strap-on. The minute he knows this, I lose my power and

the subordinate then turns the tables on me. Then I beg him not to peel off my mask and promise in exchange to

become his sex slave. Just writing this to you is making me all hot and wet to the point of dripping again.

As for your question about posting this story to your web site. I say, why not? In fact, I hope we can develop the

story together. It would be unfair for the story to be purely for my pleasure. I love your stories, and I think out of

this one we can get pleasure for both of us. I hope all of this wasn't too frank for you. In fact my heart is pounding

heavily as I am typing all this to you. I'm wearing a mask of Rose, pretending that she is wearing a mask of me. I

just love this double masking. I am so glad you put it in one of your stories for me to find and explore as a concept.

To be truthful, I'm really an ordinary person who is just trying to find her place in life and take some of the pressure

off of her dull work-a-day world. Then I started to mask, wow the excitement, I don't know what I'm talking about,

but every time I do it I cum into pure ecstasy. My only problem is that when I take off the masks and feel my own

skin and look into the mirror and see my own face looking back at me, I feel like I have been cheating on Rose, so I

have to put the masks back on to make my new Rose happy again.

Write to me and let me know if all this is good for you. Can you think of a story to help me out with my situation?

Boy Toy."

Reading the note from the "Boy Toy" made Larry Silver Eagle Lopez cum inside of Leslie Lay Tex's torso. There was no getting around it. His mystery "Boy Toy" was also his gorgeous China Joy. Somehow knowing about her hidden desires made her even more wonderful to him. Here was this raving beauty that lit up his dreams like an ionic sun flare and she also was an incredibly believable masker.

According to most of the authorities and literature on masks and masking, it is rare for a female to mask, and rarer still for the female to instigate a masking activity. When they do instigate the activity it is generally as a means to some other activity and not just masking as its own end. Females often use Masks in an act of revenge or subjugation. Some theorists believe that the female does not have a masking need in that many apply a daily mask with make-up.

However, practitioners of the art of masking are quick to point out that most male masking alters the identity as well as the form of the masker. While some make-up work that is done by females might qualify as a mask, it is rarely done to alter gender. This fact alone, made China Joy special. If there was a God and a Heaven, Larry Silver Eagle Lopez believed that China Joy had to become his in some way, no matter how contorted or perverted.

Larry's creative mind never asked if he should get involved or what might be the consequences if he did. It just wanted to be right in the middle of the crazy web that China seemed to have woven herself into. And to think that she just considered him a sweet, harmless nerd from the corner office. He knew that a remark like that was generally considered an insult, but the fact that she had noticed him and took the time to make an evaluation and acknowledged it, was an accomplishment and a magnum opus for Larry.

Somehow Larry Silver Eagle Lopez knew that he would have to change this around as well, but how? Instead of immediately responding to China Joy as the "Boy Toy", as every nerve in his body dictated, Larry Lopez decided to write a concept for a story first, then send it as a second email if the opportunity arose. The first email in reply to her note would have to be casual with a series of questions to mask the fact that he already knew who was the person behind the "Boy Toy". Thus Larry Silver Eagle Lopez, still dressed and masked as “Leslie Lay Tex” drafted and sent the following:

"Dear Boy Toy,

Thank you for your courteous sensitivity. You didn't come on too strong. Your honesty and candor are deliciously

refreshing. I will always try to be equally honest with you. I had planned to rework some of the scenes you like so

much from my earlier stories so that they are less confusing. The stories on Marti's site were some of my first

attempts to write this type of literature. You make yourself well understood and I can build you into a story line in

Seattle that I have just started if you want. I live there. That is why so many of my stories are set there. When I get

the story further developed I can attach it as a file and send it to you for your input and sexual development. I

haven't worked on a story like this one before, so this will be a new adventure and experience for me. Thanks for

the opportunity to explore new vistas and ideas.

A couple of things you should know about me. I am not of European descent. I am a Native American with deep

attachment to my ancestor's cultural heritage. I love tradition, but I am also attracted to women of Asian heritage.

I am not a submissive male, but often find myself enjoying the combat of life with dominant females. I find that most

dominant males boorish and swallow with only one objective in their mind. You said it so well with that "jerk off"

phrase. I mask because of the dominant female that lives inside of my dominating male exterior. We are often at

war with each other, but when we work together, my spirit is a harmonious whole. In addition, I am heterosexual.

Even so I can truly identify with Rose's loneliness. In my own loneliness I find time to fantasize and write stories in

the mode that I wish I could live my life. I love the conflicted, yet successful character of Henry in the story you

mentioned. He lives out many of my inner desires. I hope all of this is okay with you. You sound like a very

interesting person, so I have some more questions for you. It’s not that I am nosy, but the more of you or what you

want me to know about you, the more I can incorporate you or your projected image of you, into the story.

Do you want to be Chinese or some other culture in the story we may write together?

Do you want your adversary or this Rose character to be Chinese or some other culture in the story?

Do you know how to attach and download files?

Do you have access to Word 2000 as a word processing program? At this point, the more material about your

masking fantasies and desires you send to me, the more I will have to work with.

Miss Leslie Lay Tex."

Larry in his masked and dressed role of “Leslie Lay Tex”started up Word the minute "she" signed off the Internet. “She” began “her” story with: "She was 38-20-36 with long straight black hair and happy dancing almond eyes. For all her soft voluptuous curves, she couldn't have weighed more than one hundred and ten pounds. Everything about her shape said built for pure, innovative, unadulterated, erotic and exotic sex. Her soft, red, moist lips ....." “Leslie Lay Tex” worked on the story all night, but discarded more than "she" kept. As “she” read over what remained of “her” original concept, “she” realized that “her” problem was that "she" wanted to get to the scenarios and plot lines before “she” had created and developed the characters.

The next day at work was pure torture for Larry Silver Eagle Lopez. China Joy had called in sick, and Larry Silver Eagle Lopez tried in vain to figure out which of the corporate executives he came in contact with might be Rose Fong. He checked the company for a Mr. Macmillan, but that had to be a pseudonym because there wasn't a Macmillan listed. His day was further complicated by the fact that the CEO of the corporation asked for an appointment with him to outline a new web campaign to highlight the new lines the company was bringing in from Asia.

Like all CEO's, George Hardon wanted the site developed yesterday. The worst part of the meeting was that Mr. Hardon had this huge cigar burning in an ashtray right in front of Larry Silver Eagle Lopez. The fumes almost made him puke and Mr. Hardon seemed to be enjoying Larry's discomfort. The parameters for the web site were some of the most creative that Larry had been given by the company, but it was the "feel" and "attitude" that Mr. Hardon was projecting about the site that held Larry's attention.

"Look here, boy. I want to feel like something has got me by the balls when I open this site. Do you get my drift?" barked George Hardon as he strode into Larry's space and grabbed him by the crotch and gave his balls a mighty tug. "How does that grab yaw?"

"It takes my breath away, Sir."

"Good. That is how I want our clients to feel when they hit the site."

"I think I know what you want, Sir, but producing that type of emotion through cyber-space might be difficult."

"Did I say I wanted to hear about your problems?" growled George Hardon. "This job is a no brainer. Just do it and do it quick. There is a thousand nerdy little punks like you that would just love your cushy little job."

"But, Sir...."

"I don't want to hear any `butts' either," continued George Hardon. "Go! Crawl back into your electronic cave and give me results!"

"Thank you, Sir for meeting with me," sniveled Larry.

"You can thank me by doing everything I ask and more!" barked George Hardon.

"I will, Sir. You can count on me."

"Get out of my sight, before I puke on my shoes."

Larry all but ran out of the CEO's office and sprinted down the hall to the safety of his "electronic" cave. He put everything on hold and told his assistants, Pamela and Sandra that they better get hopping or there were going to be big changes in the office staff, starting with them. They had never seen Mr. Lopez so agitated or forceful before.

"This assignment must be big," said Sandra. “Maybe this is the break thru that we have been working for.”

"Poor Mr. Lopez. Someone must really have his pants in a bunch," observed Pamela.

"Stop worrying about that nerd and remember why we wanted to work in this department. Let's clear the decks. He is going to be a bear for action," asserted Sandra.

“Which ‘he’ are you talking about?” asked Pamela.

“Get with it, Gaygirl,” prodded Sandra.

“You know that he does like it when you use his name for me in the work, Sweetpus,” said Pamela.

“You are treading on thin ice, Pamela,” snapped Sandra.

The one good thing about the new programming assignment for Larry was that he didn't have time to think about China Joy and her problems. If he could get Pamela and Sandra jump-started and they worked long into the night, they might be able to have something for Mr. Hardon to see by noon tomorrow.

"Can we at least send out for some Chinese take out, Mr. Lopez?" asked Sandra.

"All right, but don't spill any of it on the equipment," said Larry.

"What would you like, Mr. Lopez?" asked Pamela.

"If I answered that truthfully, Pam, you would have a case for sexual harassment in the work place," said Larry.

"You can be so cute at times, Mr. Lopez. I meant what do you want for dinner?" countered Pamela.

"I will have whatever you and Sandra are having. Have it billed to my account," answered Larry.

"Very good, Sir."

Larry wasn’t sure what kept Sandra and Pamela so motivated, but they worked until the small hours of the morning. Larry didn't leave in the cab with Pamela and Sandra. Instead he elected to clean himself up in the washroom, finish the Chinese takeout leftovers and lay on the couch in his office for a nap. China Joy was still out sick the next day. Larry presented his concepts with the assistance of Sandra and Pamela during a noontime meeting with Mr. Hardon. Larry didn't know it was going to be a board meeting and went in shirtsleeves. He felt half undressed by all the cigar smoking suits in the room, but when one of the board members said that the presentation was a real "ball grabber", he thought that the last twenty-fours had been worth it.

Unfortunately, Mr. Hardon suggested that for the next board meeting that Larry design a different but equally powerful site for the company's European lines. On the way back to the office, Sandra told Larry that the next board meeting was scheduled in a week. When Larry Silver Eagle Lopez arrived at his house he wanted to boot up his computer, but was so exhausted from almost three days without sleep, he just crashed on his sofa. When he awoke about four hours later that evening, Larry found a couple of notes from "Boy Toy" on his email.

"Miss Lay Tex,

Where are you? I need your help desperately. I have to meet with the board and all I have going for me is this

stupid little nerd I told you about yesterday. His assistants tell me that he is a genius, but if he isn’t all that they

say that he is; the whole thing maybe a disaster. Help, please!

Boy Toy."

The second note read:

"Miss Lay Tex,

Need to talk to you soon. Why haven’t you answered my email. The nerd came through. He had a couple of

cute women who made him look pretty good, but for my money, those two cuties seem to be up to no good. If

you decide to use their characters in the story, the blonde's name should be Farey Land and the brunette should

be labeled Juana Yew. The crisis in management has been averted for the moment. I await your response.

Boy Toy."

Larry was still tired, but wanted to help China Joy in the worst way. Besides, the feedback on Pamela and Sandra was interesting. They would bear watching. On the other hand, Larry Silver Eagle Lopez loved that China Joy was actually depending on him and his advice, even though China Joy thought it was Leslie's advice. Everything in his head said that he just didn't have the creative energy at the moment that she said she needed. Even so he replied:

"Dear Boy Toy,

Want to help. I have an idea that I am working on. I need to sleep right now. I will send more in the morning.

Miss Leslie Lay Tex"

Larry slept like a stone at the bottom of a lake. He didn't even dream of his assignments or of China Joy and her problems. The following morning he awoke early and went into work. He booted up his computer and hacked into China Joy's email in a way that the electronic gurus wouldn't be able to trace his message back to him.

"Boy Toy,

I think I have an idea. You mentioned a nerd in your office. Have him be you when you are playing Rose Fong in

her Mr. Macmillan format. Make him do his and your job too. He is probably hung up on you and will do anything

you ask, just for the pleasure of talking to you, but do it as Rose so he won't catch on that it is coming from you.

No one will miss him. With a few directives, he might even have those untrustworthy assistants do a lot of the

work anyway. Have Rose as Macmillan tell your nerd that if he doesn't do the Boy Toy impersonation, that

you will torture the real Boy Toy until he does. As for Rose, have the company keep her on another trip. If

your company has European connections as well as the Asian ones, maybe she should do an extended

European junket.

Miss Leslie Lay Tex."

He then closed his mail and started thinking about a concept for the company's European Web site. Sandra and Pamela came about nine and they went to work. Their attitude seemed aloof and distant. Larry wondered if their attitude really was different or if he was just seeing them in a new light because of China Joy’s remarks. Again there was no sight of China Joy at the work place. People around the water cooler speculated that her Lover had beaten her up again, and that she had to lay low to heal. When he logged on and loaded his home site to check his home computer, there was a reply from "Boy Toy."

"Miss Leslie Lay Tex,

Got your latest note. Loved your idea. I just have to figure out how to do it. I will get back to you with the results.

Is there anything new that you can tell me about our story?

Boy Toy."

Larry Silver Eagle Lopez took a moment to think about the story. He told Pamela and Sandra to hold all his calls for a half-hour while he did some concentrated thinking. They were use to this behavior, so they didn't think anything about it. Besides, for the time being, they seemed deeply immersed in some project other than the assignment that he had given to them. Larry wanted to find out what they were doing, but felt he didn’t have the time at the moment. Larry then went through the untraceable connection around the security firewall he had created for the company and into China Joy's account.

"Miss Boy Toy,

Okay, then. For this story, you are a Vietnamese American by nationality. You are French/Chinese by race. As a

female you are dominant and as a male you are submissive, although being submissive is all an act with you. Your

name will be Pamela Chin as a female and Ronald Macmillan in your masked male role. You will also be masking

in several other roles as needed. Rose Fong will be in her role of Ronald's twin, as Arnold Macmillan. She is the

simultaneous villain and the villainess of the plot whether she is in her female or male roles. She will be

characterized as very cunning, ruthless, cut throat, sinister, vile, cigar smoking dom that can see through you and

find you out, no matter how well you mask and disguise yourself. She will act in a manner that is totally without

morality and contrary to the rules of human decency. Rose truly marches to the beat of her own ruthless drummer.

Her experience with most humans in a "normal" setting has left her a hateful, but brilliant mess. She has tuned in on

your wave length. She knows what turns you on. You will be completely helpless and trapped by her. She beats all

of the characters in the story by being what they think they want. No one, not even you are totally sure what she

looks like. It is like she has the ability to morph into whatever she wants you to think she is. Rose uses this ability to

trap others and pull them deeper and deeper into her predatory web of sexual debauchery.

I hope this story concept is the turn on you seek.

Yours because of masking,

Miss Leslie Lay Tex."

China Joy was thrilled with the latest correspondence that she had received from Miss Lay Tex. Finally, there was a "girl" out there that understood her needs and was willing to help without any strings attached. China Joy loved the idea of subjugating that little computer worm and his two bimbo like assistants, even though he had come through for her when she was in her role of George Hardon. It would sure be fun to have a slave or three, especially if the real Rose Fong didn't know about it. "I think I'll put Miss Leslie Lay Tex's plan into action for starters and then ask her for more ideas to keep this `story' of ours developing." stated China Joy as George Hardon to the CEO's large HP Pavilion Computer Monitor. "What a caboose. She hands out perfectly great plots with the slightest amount of cyber attention. I had better play along and send her a plot so she will think that I am really trying to write a story with her. Let's see now...."

"Sweet Miss Lay Tex,

I'm melting! Please remember to make my role really helpless and swept along by events. I love that feeling,

especially when I play the role of an arrogant male, trying to charm a beautiful female and believing that I am safe

inside my disguise. My fantasy thrill increases if another party threatens to expose me unless I submit to whatever

sexual and act of bondage they have planned to do me. I prefer the threat to be prolonged to wind me up, because

once my real identity is revealed, I totally collapse and my fun ends. I like most everything about your story line,

but it isn't complicated enough. Who would believe that a guy would be that gone over a girl to enter into a plot

like that without some real threat. An idea that just cropped up into my head might go like this. I'm a public

figure, say a female Senator with two bimbo like female assistants. My husband dumps me because of a

BDSM-mistress and some affairs that he has with my two bimbo like assistants.

I want to take revenge on all of them and ask a female CIA agent who owes me a big favor and who also is an

expert in masks and disguises to help me transform myself into a male whenever I want to appear like one.

The agent and I approach the BDSM-mistress with the plan to entrap her and my ex-husband with a series of

lured, filthy video tape recordings that also involve my two bimbo like assistants . She seems to go along with

the plan and acts like she is hooked. She even bleeds my ex-husband of all his wealth saying that she has to

pay all this black mail for these tapes and it is his duty as a good slave to protect her. The Dom uses the money to

buy out the CIA agent that was helping me and slowly she begins to invade my life and frame me for the rape of

one of my intern assistants.

They use the cover up of this act to coerce me to vote for things I don't want to see happen. When I refuse to

vote and risk exposure, the CIA agent starts to disguise herself as me and take over my Senatorial position

periodically. Then they try to make me mask as a presidential intern and offer the president sex. When I refused

to do this, they try to fake my death in a plane crash, but I escape miraculously. They think I'm dead and the

CIA type starts snaring others for the dom to control. I have to figure out how to stop all this. By this time I

have to become a male hobo and go for deep cover.

What do you think of that idea as a masking story, Miss Lay Tex?

Love and Kisses,

Miss Boy Toy."

"Miss Niles," paged China Joy as George Hardon through "his" interoffice intercom.

"Yes Sir?" responded George Hardon's executive private secretary. “Will you have that computer wizard, what's his name?"

"I believe you are referring to Larry Silver Eagle Lopez, Sir," said Miss Niles.

"Yes, Yes. That's the one. Have him report to me immediately. When he gets here hold all of my calls. We may be in conference for the rest of the morning," said China Joy as George Hardon.

"Very good, Sir. I'll have Mr. Lopez here ASAP."

In her use of Rose's "George Hardon Office" the real China Joy had discovered a hidden vault full of masks, torsos and costumes including one of China Joy. It appeared that Rose could become anyone of her key personnel at a moment's notice from the skin out. The collection was amazing and almost frightening. If one of the units was missing, Rose might not be in Asia at all, but actually working in the office and tracking the moves of the real China Joy. What if Larry Lopez was Rose Fong and somehow he was being planted on the real China Joy when she was acting out Rose’s role in her impersonation of George Hardon to mess with the real China Joy and enslave her further? The real China Joy was relieved to find Larry's mask, torso and in the well-hidden office walk-in vault. Of course, what if there was a duplicate vault somewhere else in Rose's vast holdings. After all, China had found a duplicate mask and full body suit for George Hardon. The intercom buzzed and brought China Joy out of her thoughts. "Mr. Hardon?

"Yes Miss Niles."

"Mr. Lopez will be here in about ten minutes. He is currently running a program and setting up his staff for the day's work."

"That is fine, Miss Niles. Tell him that I will be ready for him."

"Very good, Sir."

While the real China Joy in her role of Rose Fong in her George Hardon impersonation waited for the arrival of Larry Silver Eagle Lopez, she checked her email. To her great pleasure, Miss Leslie Lay Tex had written her another epistle.

"Dear Boy Toy,

I loved your idea for the story line. You have a wonderful imagination. Please send me a masked picture of

yourself so I can mask with you when I write. That will stir my creative juices and create more erotic fun for us. As

for your story suggestion, we will save it for yet another story. I currently have three totally different plots that I am

working on, not to mention two others that are in front of yours. One is about a professor Ido Ngo. He has PHD in

engineering and a brilliant career as a programmer in front of him. He female masks to date a gorgeous lesbian

who falls in love with his submissive she/male abilities.

Another story plot is about a professor of Ethnic Studies who is asked by his female Dean to teach an experimental

class on the History of Masking in Non European Cultures. Like the moth and the candle, the professor gets so

involved in his research that he doesn't realize his discoveries are taking him into unexplored gender bending

realities. This story has an excellent lecture on masking and a series of sub plots related to student stories.

As you can see, we are only limited by our unlimited imaginations. I'll get to work and send you stuff as soon as I

can. If you want I can send some unpublished pictures as well. Since you know how to attach files please send me

pictures of you and Rose for my Friend's page at my web site.

Love,

Miss Leslie Lay Tex."

China Joy as George Hardon just had to respond to this note, even if it meant that when Larry Lopez arrived in the outer office, Miss Niles would have to make him wait.

"Sweet Miss Lay,

Sending you a masked picture of myself really excites me, but I have some concerns. First I'm not a small potato in

my field. If my masking/bondage side of my life were exposed I would be dead. Of course the risk of that is part of

the thrill of doing it in the first place. Second, If I give you our photos, Rose, who surfs your site a lot, (she showed

it to me in the first place)will see the picture and she will be furious. She demands total loyalty from me and would

be especially angry if I was dealing with a male, no matter how feminine he looks or how feminized he was.

Nevertheless, somehow I will make you some very private special picture, my love, if you promise me to never post

them to your site.

What do you have planned for the weekend? What do you normally do on a weekend? I can hardly wait for you to

send me the draft of our story. One further question (please stop me if I'm too inquisitive), unless I am missing

something, it seems that there are not many occasions in your stories where the male character, while not a fan of

dom-feminization, often subjects himself to a dominating woman.

"Mr. Hardon, Sir?"

"Yes, Miss Niles?"

"I have Mr. Lopez here. You wanted to see him ASAP?"

"That's right, Miss Niles. I'll be right out to get him," said China Joy as George Hardon.

"Good morning Mr. Hardon," greeted Larry Lopez as Mr. Hardon strode out of his office and extended his right hand in apparent friendship.

"Nice of you to come so quickly, Larry. Let's go into my office. If we are not out in two hours, Miss Niles, order us the usual working lunch."

"Very good, Mr. Hardon," confirmed Miss Niles as George closed the CEO office door behind him and Larry.

"Larry, I have a really big problem."

"Yes, Mr. Hardon how can I help?"

"Thanks for your positive attitude. You see the problem is twofold. The first part is that a competitor claims to have kidnapped China Joy and won't release her unless I exchange her for you."

"Why me?" asked Larry.

"It seems that your latest marvelous program, has several of our competitors facing really large loses. If your European program is its equal, they are out of business." asserted China Joy as George Hardon. "This means that I believe them when they say they will stop at nothing to get what they want. Knowing these guys as I do, they never do anything the easy way if they can get some joy out of it, no pun intended. Torture of the most sadistic kind is natural for them."

"So what do I have to do?" inquired Larry with the definite sound of concern in his voice.

"I think that if you were to become China Joy and we let them see you interacting with me, they will think they have an impostor and release her. At the same time, your visible image will have disappeared behind the mask of China Joy. The cover will be that you have gone to Europe to gain first hand knowledge of the project that your program will support. You might even take those two bimbo assistants of your with you. There is just something about those two that I don’t trust."

“I don't get it, Sir. How am I to become China Joy?” asked Larry while ignoring the remarks about Sandra and Pamela. “There is no way anyone could make me look like her."

“This is the only plan that I could come up with to save both of your lives, Larry."

"But I don't remotely look like China Joy."

"Let me worry about that, Larry. I'm willing to try if you are."

"I don't no. Why can't we call the police or something?"

"The people we are talking about operate on an international scale. No one particular country even has the faintest idea how they move. If we try to use the police, they will only get in the way of our own international operatives," informed the real China Joy as George Hardon.

"Okay I'm in on the project. It sounds like a real adventure," declared Larry.

"This isn't fun and games, Mr. Lopez. We are talking millions of dollars and people's lives."

"Okay, what do I do first?" probed Larry Lopez.

"Strip to the skin and step into my executive washroom and use this special soap all over your body for about twenty minutes. To wear the suit that will begin your transformation will take a completely clean body."

"I can do that, Sir."

"Good. While you do that, I will prepare the next step for you," said George Hardon while failing to mention that the "special soap" would also completely remove all of Larry's hair.

Larry stripped and stepped into the shower. As he lathered his body in the steaming hot water, he knew that China Joy had bit on his plan, but he had no idea where the particulars would take him. Twenty-five minutes later, Larry Silver Eagle Lopez stepped out of the shower with a skin that was a smooth as a baby's behind.

"Here is some powder that will condition your skin, Larry," said George Hardon, again leaving out the important fact the once Larry perspired in the suit, the powder would become an adhesive that would bond the suit to Larry like a second skin.

"That powder feels really good, Mr. Hardon."

"I'm glad you like it. Use it as much as you need. Then I'll bring the China Joy suit into you and we can begin putting it on." Pulling on the second skin was difficult, but Larry managed everything except for the hidden zipper that ran from the crotch, up the back to the top of his head. Once the zipper was closed and sealed by China as George Hardon, Larry appear to be a naked, bald replica of China Joy. Even China as George was amazed at the look of her twin. "I had some staff bring some articles of Miss Joy's clothing. I guess you should start putting them on. Once you have done that I'll teach you your make-up and help with you hair." With the fluffing and combing out of the wig, George had Larry as China Joy look at himself for the first time in the wardrobe mirror.

"That can't be me," said Larry's voice with China Joy's latex lips.

"But it is and you know it. Now we have to work on your voice and mannerisms if we are going to make this switch look genuine." stated the real China as George Hardon.

"Mr. Hardon, your lunch has arrived," called Miss Nile over the intercom.

"That was a fast two and a half hours," said China as George.

"There is also a Mr. Jack Doff out here as well. He says that he must see you. I wouldn't be mentioning it but he made it sound critical, Sir."

"Thank you Miss Niles. Send the lunch and Mr. Doff into my outer office. I will be right out. Oh and Miss Niles..."

"Yes, Sir?"

"Mr. Lopez had to leave the building on a special assignment. Miss. Joy has arrived as I had planned through the executive elevator entrance. She will be joining me for lunch. Inform Larry's staff that they will report to Miss Joy in his absence."

"Very good, Sir. Consider it done."

"Jack Doff is the chair of the Board, Miss Joy. I want you to be especially nice to him. Remember he knows the real Miss Joy, so fooling him will be a good test."

"I don't think I can do this, Sir." said Larry honestly from behind Miss Joy's beautiful face.

"Miss Joy's and your own life are hanging in the balance, Mr. Lopez. You have to do it or all is lost. Just keep the image of some sadist flogging the bottom of China's feet if you need more motivation," said the real China as George Hardon.

"I'll give it my best shot, Sir."

"If you act like that, you will make it. I don't even believe how you move, talk, and act like Miss Joy."

"Thank you for those kind words, Sir."

"What kind words were those, China?" asked Jack Doff ask he stepped up to "her" and pecked her cheek and not wanting an answer to his question. "You are spectacular as usual China. Thanks for seeing me on such short notice,

George. Can we talk over lunch?"

"That had been my plan, Mr. Doff. To be honest, I didn't know that it would be involving you."

"I see three places at the cart."

"A Mr. Lopez was with us earlier but was called away," said George Hardon.

"Then I will take Mr. Lopez's place if that is all right," suggested Jack Doff.

"Fine by me, Mr. Doff."

"Call me Jack, George. I keep telling you to call me Jack, China Joy does." Oh my God, thought Larry. The real China Joy has been two timing Rose Fong with Mr. Jack Doff. I hope that China Joy as George and me as China Joy don't screw this one up, or we will both lose our careers as well as our lives.

"George, this concerns you as well as China Joy."

"How so?" asked the real China Joy as George

"I think that China Joy is in real danger. There is some one called Rose Fong that is heading up an international cartel to take over this corporation," informed Jack Doff. "You have an engineer by the name of Larry Silver Eagle Lopez that needs to go to ground. Is he the one who just left?"

"Yes he is," answered Larry as “China Joy”.

"He has created a revolutionary program that they want. Evidently China, you also know something about this Rose Fong that she will do anything to keep secret."

"That sounds ominous," stated the real China Joy as a confused “George Hardon”.

"More than you seem to realize, George. So where is this computer nerd that seems to go by the name of Larry Silver Eagle Lopez."

"He has already gone to ground, Jack," said Larry as “China Joy”. "Why don't we start this lovely lunch?”

"You have nerves of steel, China. I didn't know that about you," said Jack Doff. "I always thought that George just kept you around to crunch his numbers and keep the old coots on the board, happy and fat. You are better at swallowing and squeezing than anyone else I know."

"Now Jack, let's not tell tales out of school. To be truthful you haven't really graduated yet," retorted Larry as China Joy. Where did that brazen remark come from thought Larry to himself. The real China Joy as “George Hardon” was proud of the way Larry Lopez was standing up to the foul-mouth, cigar smoking, sexist pig that was the President of the Board.

"And she has a mouth that can do more than suck; a new revelation every minute, George. Maybe China doesn't need the protection I thought she did," continued Jack Doff.

The real China Joy’s “George Hardon” really was confused. “He” thought “he” was following lines in a fabricated Internet fantasy and all of a sudden life was imitating art, or so it seemed. "Our plan was for China Joy to stay in full view in the office and go home with me."

"I'll second that," responded Larry as “China Joy” trying to follow the lead of the real China Joy as “George Hardon”.

"And who is going to see that nerd's project through?" asked Jack Doff.

"China Joy will, Jack," said “George Hardon”

"Curiouser and Curiouser. And where is this computer nerd now?" probed Jack Doff.

"He has already gone into hiding, and he didn't leave a forwarding address, Jack," stated Larry as “China Joy”.

"All righty then. I will leave the two of you in control for now. I'll just leave these board items with Miss Niles," stated Jack Doff as he got up to leave without really eating his lunch. On his way out, Jack Doff laid the items for the board in Miss Niles "in" basket and leaned down by her ear and said, "Keep an eye peeled for those two. They are up to something and I don't like the feel of it."

"As usual, Sir you will have access to everything I know. I love to feel your pain, but I haven't been able to figure what is happening either," observed Miss Niles as she dropped her eyes that were full of love for her master.

"Don't you worry about that, sweet Idluvpain? Just remember who owns you and where your loyalties are," stated Jack Doff with cold disdain.

"There has never been a slightest doubt about that, Sir. I'm hurt that you would question my loyalty just now," said Miss Niles in her Idluvpain role.

"It is not a question, Barbara. It is a point of disciplined survival," asserted Jack Doff.

"Thank you for instructing me, Sir," said Barbara Niles submissively."

"That is much better Barbara. Just remember that pain is where the heart is and your focus will be me.”

"Thank you for letting in your inner sir circle, Sir,” said Barbara Niles.

Meanwhile back in the CEO's inner office China Joy as “George Hardon” was instructing Larry Silver Eagle Lopez as “China Joy” with the plan that Larry as “Miss Lay Tex” had given to China Joy as “Boy Toy”. They agreed that Larry as “China Joy” along with Larry’s his two assistants would temporarily man Larry's desk and make visits to the real China Joy's desk to keep her presence there. They continued to lunch and pass shop talk between them. Larry as “China Joy” was in paradise knowing that the real China Joy as “George Hardon” was actually carrying on a conversation with him. For her part, the real China Joy was pleasantly surprised at the articulate creativity that the costume had bestowed on Larry Silver Eagle Lopez. At times, she had to remind herself that she was in “George Hardon's” role and that she was talking to a computer geek in a female mask.

When Larry as "China Joy" went back to Larry's workstation, the real China Joy as “George Hardon” went to "his" terminal and check "his" email.

"Boy Toy,

On weekends I mask purely for its own sake. Sex bondage is a different fetish to me and while I fantasize about it, I

do not normally practice it. I generally mask by myself or go out into a crowd to see if I can go undetected. I must

say that either the crowds here don't care, or I'm so good at it, that no one can tell that I am masking. From all my

female masking and stories, I can see where you might get the impression that I am a submissive male. There is a

big difference between liking to please and loving to submit. While I love to please, I do not have the discipline to

be a submissive. I mask and write, because I am in love with the dominant female figures beneath my male exterior.

Masking allows them to express themselves. You say that I am different from you experience with other TV's and

TG's. I don't know if I am or not, but I value your writing as well. I'm attaching three pictures of myself. Please

don't laugh. I'm sure I'm not as pretty as you. If you decided to follow my suggestion about using the office geek to

cover your tracks, don't forget that you may have empowered the geek by just noticing him. Never reveal to the

nerd that you are the object of its affection. I would take the nerd home with me and make him play your female sex

slave, twenty-four seven.

As for the picture(s) I requested, I have changed my mind. I don't want one of you for the very reasons you

suggested. What I want is a picture or pictures of you in disguise. That means in mask and costume of course.

If you are a brunette, be a blonde. If you are short, be tall, etc. Be as masculine or feminine, as you want. I

don't care what you do as long as it is you wearing the mask. Okay? I will write more as I get the chance.

Tell Rose that I'm a sterile GG if that makes it safer for you. The dominant female in my life at the moment won't

let me be GG with her.

Love,

Miss. Leslie Lay Tex."

The philosophical crap was nice reading but the real China Joy needed plot ideas to keep her plan alive and stay one jump ahead of real life. As she had done before she decided to flatter Miss Leslie Lay Tex and offer another bogus story line to keep the creativity flowing.

"Sweet Miss Lay Tex.

Your masking hospitality has opened the tap of my imagination. I keep thinking of so many possible stories and you

haven't even sent me one yet. My mind is a melted down passion pit and it is your entire fault. I wish you could

write me a second story purely from the angle of a GG I haven't seen any of these on current masking sites. For

example, it may be a vanilla GG (of course she would be perfectly beautiful, clever, but not very rich) who is

hopelessly in love with an unattainable guy say like a movie idol or a rock star. Let's say it is Tom Cruise. He is

the dream of many a GG because he is five/seven with a figure that has real feminization possibilities. The GG and

her real life male partner work hard at their real life jobs, and try to establish a happy family life. They are

really good people. They go to church and appear to have a high moral/ethical standard. They aren't into drugs,

alcohol, etc. In some ways they are considered to the outside world to be a model couple. But out of the blue, the

wife discovers her husband’s fetish for female masking. This explains to her why he gave up a good job at a

computer start up to work as a laborer at a mask making company. The new job is actually a cover for his

fetish. It is painful for her to see him shatter her dreams for the future so he can feed his masking desire.

All this is pulling her farther and farther away from her Tom Cruise fantasy. She tries to reason with her husband

to go back to the computer job to make money for her dreams. He will hear nothing of it. Because she is on

an extremely low budget, she uses the high powered computer her male built to seek help from Carol, Kerry,

Nikki, and Marti on the web. They teach her all about purchasing, making, designing, and wearing masks.

She downloads a series of stories that give her possible scenarios.

She starts to identify with what men feel in the transformation process. This part of the story would be filled

with Female to female masking feelings and experiences. Through this process, she understands a lot more

about her husband's fetish. With the help of other masking friends, our GG gives him his life desire when

he comes home to a wife that is wearing all his gear and looking better than he ever could in it. Here the

story could have all the feminine details about her preparation and how she was doing it out of love for him.

The husband is so proud of what she has done, that he takes her in her masked gear to a rock concert where

the star picks her out and sings directly to her beautiful image, not knowing it is a mask. This angers her

husband, who in a jealous rage, forbids her to ever mask again, but the genie is out of the bottle and she can't stop

and decides to transform her ungrateful husband into a GG for her pleasure. She even believes that she is doing

this to show him her love and her sacrifice for him. If she was a masking whore, who really hated men, she would

just leave the jerk. She is not really into a masking fetish and gets off more on making him realize the potential of

his fetish for him. In fact, her husband finally gets involved with another masker at work and he deserts her. She

is then free to find a true soul mate that she can please as she desires.

I'm going to have to go out of town for a few days. Do you think I can have something I can take on my trip?

Regards,

Boy Toy."

Taking a few minutes before responding to China Joy's note and suggested story, Larry Lopez encased in the latex of China Joy's exterior, considered his options. He had already thought through a couple scenarios for the second half of the story. The one he liked the best was now possible since he was actually being China. In Larry’s scenario, Pamela Chin, the pseudonym for the real China, and Sandra Ting, the pseudonym for Larry/Leslie Lopez, didn't know that Mr. Arnold Macmillan was secretly called back to the company by an informant who thought that a couple of impostors from the board were trying to take over the company in his absence.

Once he was back, it took a day for Mr. Arnold Macmillan to figure out that the impostures were none other than Pamela and Sandra. In his evil act of revenge, Macmillan imprisoned Pamela and made her his full time "Boy Toy" that he loaned out to the board members. The films he made of Pamela during the lend lease activities are used to keep the board in line in times of financial restraint. Macmillan decided to make Sandra a front person for himself, so that he could be in two places at the same time. He kept Sandra in constant role confusion by making her change from male to female and back again at least twice a day.

Macmillan is so pleased with the results of this experiment that he converts Sandra's (Larry's) assistants into Gay Girl and Sweet Puss. Macmillan used Farey Land (in real life, the blonde Pamela Nelson) as Gay Girl to seduce and compromise the board members wives for Macmillan's fun and profit. He employed and coerced Juana Yew (in real life, the brunette Sandra Nelson) as Sweet Pus to compromise competitors and their wives.

Larry's new fear was that if he spelled out the entire scenario, China Joy might play it out with Rose directly and cut him out. Thus, instead of sending the scenario, Larry, while wearing his total "China" outfit, wrote the following letter:

"Boy Toy:

The GG angle is one you may have to write yourself. At best I will only come at it from a female masking

perspective. The women I have seen have taught me that males and females have been reared to see the world

differently. Most female maskers are straight or possibly bi-sexual males. For many of them, it is only a fetish

and not an alternative life style. Many mask out of their unrequited love and desire for women. They would love

to do with and/or to a woman what they do as their masked alter egos. No matter how much some of them might

use masking to explore their feminine side, it can't make them real women. At best most are mere stereotypes of

the feminine realities that they desire. I don't believe that any degree of surgery or hormone therapy can do

that either. Maybe if we can fine a way to alter a person's genetic code at the time of birth, there maybe a

possibility, but then the person would also have been reared in the gender that they were altered to.

To get closer to you, I bought a mask at the magic shop in town that is a duplicate of the one you wore in the

picture you sent me. Just wearing it as I type this letter makes me feel so close to you. You look great in that

mask. The strap on dildoe was a nice touch. Masking your sex can be almost as much fun as masking your face.

I wish we had taken a picture together even though I don't think I look as good in my mask as you do in yours. I

wish I could deliver the story on the schedule you desire, but for me, writing is a slow, deliberate process.

Otherwise the stories I create aren't believable. The beauty is in the descriptive detail. For example, what

changes the outline you sent to me from a story concept into the story itself are all those feelings and specific

activities that you want the GG to go through and express? I am working out the descriptive detail. To do my

best writing I try to live out as much of the fantasy as I can. If I want to write about a studded strap-on dildoe I

need to wear it continuously for a week. If I want to write about vibrating butt plugs I wear one for a week.

If I want to write about pants with a vibrating reverse dildoe or butt plug built into them I wear them and give

the remote activation unit to someone who doesn't like me very much. How can I realistically and authentically

describe the pain and pleasure if I haven't experienced it myself. The characters in my stories are almost flesh

and blood to me. As they start to operate in the virtual reality inside my fantasy mind, I will be able to flesh

them out. Thus, all I can say for now, is that am working on it. I also have a professional life that makes

demands on my time. If you want, I can send incomplete work for a start. I may have to go out of town for

a few days myself, but I'll try to get online from where I am and continue our correspondence.

Love and Kisses,

Miss Lay Tex."

The real China Joy as “George Hardon”, not knowing that her cover had been blown as far as Larry (now dressed as “China Joy”) was concerned, decided to take the advice of Miss Lay and make sure that Larry as “China Joy” went home with “George Hardon”. There was safety in numbers and the real China Joy wasn't sure that with his new disguise, Larry Silver Eagle Lopez might be a loose canon. After “he” cleared “his” desk of the things that Miss Niles said needed doing, “George Hardon” wrote the following to Miss Lay Tex.

"Lay Tex, Honey:

Pardon my curiosity for the story you are writing. Don't rush if you really think that you have something good

going. I am sure that it will be worth waiting for. I just want you to know that you are making me wet with

anticipation. As for pictures for the story, if we use me I will need to take some new ones. Rose is a real web

surfer. She will spot me for sure if you post any of my existing pictures to the web. My scanner is broken and I am

thinking about getting a digital camera. I can't wait to make that slut that shows up from time to time do you some

leg spreading, ball busting porn. I understand what you mean by life's pressures driving in on us all of the time.

There are so many fun things to do, but work needs to happen to pay for them. However, the work takes so much

time that there is so little left to enjoy the goal you were working towards in the first place. Nature is calling and

I have to go for now.

Your loyal friend in masking,

Love,

Boy Toy."

China Joy as “George Hardon” shut down “his” terminal for the evening, checked the costume vault to pick out a few toys for the evening, locked "his" office and headed down the building corridor to “China Joy's” (Larry's) corner office. It didn't surprise the real China Joy in her “George Hardon” impersonation to find Larry as “China Joy” plugging away at the computer. Pamela and Sandra fell all over themselves at the arrival of the "Big Boss" in their division. They all but licked the dust off the floor where he walked. The real China Joy as “George Hardon” reveled in this heady, controlling, awe-inspiring power even though “he” didn’t trust the source.

"Miss Joy, are you ready for your escort to take you to your domicile for the evening?" asked the real “China Joy’s” “George Hardon” impression in an artificial linguistic elegance that raise the snobbishness of her nose about three floors.

"One minute, Mr. Hardon. I just need to make a short response to this email from Paris."

"Why are you getting an email from Paris, Miss Joy?"

"I'm working on the European program and I got some input from a Rosa Fong. She had some interesting ideas and I think they will make the European product even more competitive."

"What was that name again asked the real China Joy while producing a frown on her “George Hardon” face.

"Rosa Fong. Why do you know her? Is her information reliable?" inquired Larry as “China Joy”.

"I'm not sure, China. Let me look into it tomorrow and I'll let you know," replied “George Hardon” as "he" and "China Joy" walked out of the suite to the banter of butt kissing remarks by Pamela and Sandra.

"Do those two always work late like this, China?"

"Only when they plan to use their office for some of their Halloween activities, Sir."

"Oh Larry, I mean China. You are so diplomatic. There is no wonder why your division doesn't snap to for you."

"What do you mean, Sir?" inquired Larry as “China Joy” with real professional interest.

"You have to learn to use the whip. Those two perky little pain sluts are just begging for it. I'll bet that there are several other sluts on your staff that are hoping for the whip as well. I think of our corporation as a giant spoke wheel. I'm the power that drives the wheel. People like you are the spokes and rims that support the weight of my speed and power. The rest of the staff is merely the rubber that is expended and discarded as the corporation forges down the road of economic development."

"How can that be, Sir? That means that the staff is expendable and replaced as needed."

"Exactly. Look, most people are expendable pain sluts and are in denial of that reality most of there pitiful little lives."

"Do you really believe that, Sir?" asked Larry as “China Joy”.

"Look at you. Aren't you risking your life for a woman that considers the fleas on a dog more important to the meaning of the universe than you are?"

"That may seem like pain to you, Sir, but to me it is the most noble thing that I have ever done, or been allowed to do. What is more, pain is necessary for the provocation of wise thought." declared Larry as “China Joy” when they arrived at the company Rolls Royce that Mr. Hardon commuted in.

"Where did you get that little Chestnut? Out of a Chinese American fortune cookie?" asked the real China as “George Hardon while discounting the wisdom that her masked partner was laying at her feet.

The trip to George Hardon's palatial estate was uneventful. The large Mailbox had a small parcel in it that George through on the seat next to him and later, took into the house after the slow scenic drive from the gate to the front door. "Look at this place, Larry, uh, China. This is what the rewards of the whip, wealth, and power look like."

"It is far more than I will ever need, Sir, but it will be fun to be here while it lasts. While it is magnificent, I wonder about all the good this wealth could do if it were spread around. I also wonder about all the lives that were used up to create this erection to vanity and power," commented Larry Silver Eagle Lopez from behind the latex mask of China Joy's face.

"Why China Joy, you are a bleeding heart. I thought you were held together by ceiling wax, numerical spit and computer motherboards," commented the real China from behind “George Hardon's” face. "Be a dear and bring that box in from the front seat of the car."

"Mr. Hardon before I get the box, you must know that what I just said was how Larry Silver Eagle Lopez really feels and not the role that he is now playing."

"I know that Miss China Joy. Don't forget that when Larry talks as China, the being inside George Hardon is getting an insight about herself that probably isn't even there. You make her feel like her beauty and talent is on the surface like it is on Larry Lopez at the moment," declared the real China Joy.

"That is very sad, Mr. Hardon," observed Larry as “China Joy”.

"I know, but I can't help myself. I want to be surrounded by all the power that Rose Fong will allow me to have. I love power. You might even say that it is China’s desire.”

"Doesn't a big place like this have a domestic staff?" asked Larry as the latex “China Joy”.

"Rose Fong only has a day time cleaning and gardening service working in and on her estate at the moment. Actually, I think that Rose’s domestic staff are a few of her wealthier slaves. To be honest, my master, Rose, is a very private person. A household large and impersonal staff would get in her way. Besides her sex slaves are honored that she uses them to serve her. She is a great dom."

"I guess I don't understand that, Mr. Hardon," declared Larry through China Joy's latex lips.

"Maybe someday you will, China," said “Mr. Hardon” prophetically.

As the real China Joy, inside “Mr. Hardon's” callous and powerful cigar smoking image, opened the door to the mansion, Larry Lopez as “China Joy” in all her superficial, fantastic beauty, glided back to the Rolls Royce for the box they had pick-up at the mail box. “She” retrieved box and followed the figure of “George Hardon” into the huge house. Once the doors were fully closed, the latex “China Joy” handed the box to “George Hardon” and “he” opened it. Inside the box was a monstrous, studded, vibrating butt plug and a pair of black latex pants with a huge black studded vibrating inward dildoe attached. The anonymous note in the box said, "wear these out of respect and reverence." “George Hardon” dropped the box and stood in the marble floor rotunda that was the entry area of the great house, in stunned silence.

Larry Lopez as “China Joy” picked up the box and examined its content, minus the note. "Are these for us, the butt plug for me and the dildoe for you?"

"She knows and her cruelty knows no bounds," said the image of “George Hardon” with terror in "his" voice.

"Who knows and what do they know?" asked Larry Silver Eagle Lopez as the latex “China Joy”.

"Rose knows. It has to be her. She was probably Jack Doff too," continued the real China Joy in what appeared to be the terrified image of “George Hardon”.

"How could she be Jack Doff?" asked Larry Lopez from behind his “China Joy” disguise.

"Aren't you playing the latex role of China Joy, Larry? Didn't everyone we met accept you as China Joy?" asked the trembling voice of “George Hardon”.

"Yes, but what does that have to do with Rose Fong?"

"Your China Joy mask and outfit came from her office costume vault. She can be anyone she wants to be. She has done it before to torture me," claimed the latex image of “George Hardon”.

"That can't be true, Mr. Hardon. You are the boss. This is your house. You are the one with the whip and the flogger."

"That is all an illusion, Larry! I mean, China."

"Why do you keep calling me Larry? Who is Larry person?"

"You are stupid. You are only wearing a mask costume of me. Look!" The real China Joy went to pull the wig off of the latex China Joy's head, but the wig would not budge.

"Hey! That hurts!" screamed China Joy in apparent pain. "You are supposed to be protecting me, Mr. Hardon, not abusing me."

"That wig is supposed to come off!" said “George Hardon” with renewed terror in “his” trembling voice.

"Well it is not going to, Mr. Hardon," said the person inside of China Joy's image. "You have had a very long day. My new image and costume have more for me than transforming my gender. It is time for you to let me show you what I can do. I can tell that this experience has gone on far too long for you. You need the super fuck. Let my wet supple tongue slipping in through your masked lips to lick the salt from your creamy flesh and suddenly thrust into your throat as a hard mouth-fuck."

"Look I have enough to take care of now without you going all weird on me, Mr. Larry Silver Eagle Lopez. This whole thing has turned into a farce and it is time for you to go," suggested the real China Joy through the medium of her “George Hardon” image.

"I know that you think you are safe because I'm masked as the stronger sex, George. Not this time, my Sweet Masker. Your ruthless pronouncements about the whip have opened my floodgate of lust. I can't maintain the rule of decency in my desire to set you free. Reach you hand beneath my costume and feel the pulse of my throbbing sex. The juice and the seed of eternity are all there for only you. Behind your mask your desire will ignite. You hunger for my squirting balls through my pulsating organ as it creams and fills your cavity of love with what your heart desires. You are afraid of discovery to the point of total terror yet you crave the tickle of my razor sharp, blood red nails."

"Where is all this coming from?" asked the real China Joy’s “George Hardon” mask as “he” allowed “his” space to be invaded by this well-masked temptress from the dark side of “his” own imagination. Beneath “George Hardon's” callous exterior, the real China Joy within was being aroused beyond belief. Where was this nerd behind China Joy's mask getting all this white-hot dialogue?

"You know you want me, George. I am the only image you have ever loved completely. You want to be fucked by China Joy don't you?"

"How can you know that?" asked the real China Joy’s “George Hardon” act.

"Simple, I am you in your purest form. While I stroke your mound of love, let my other hand tear off your shirt and tickle its way down your neck to slowly torture and arouse your magnificent tits. I will have you moaning like the pathetic slut that you are, but you won't stop me because I'm the image of what you have always craved. You are mine, George. You always have been. When my other hand becomes completely drenched in your hot, dripping pre-cum, I will draw back from you and let you gaze upon the center of your sexual desire. You won't know if the glistening in my eyes is hate, love or ecstasy. Your will power will fade deep down inside of you until we can visibly see the crappy worm that you really are.”

"What the hell are you talking about, you latex slut?" yelled the latex image of “George Hardon”. The real China Joy just wanted to rip off her latex face and end what she said was a farce, but somewhere deep in her spirit she desired to be part of the play.

“Raising your voice, George won't help. No one here will be intimidated by your loud words. Besides, you know about power George, only you have never been gripped by it from without. You can't take power from the outside George like pulling up to a gas pump. It has to come from the wellspring deep from within your own being. I am not only the reflected image of how you want to look. I am the inner wellspring of passion that goes beyond carnal lust. I am the depth of spirit that is missing from your swallow existence in the carnal world of skin deep beauty."

"So what does that all mean?" asked the real China Joy who was sweating profusely within George Hardon's cigar smoking hulk. Her body began to boil with a passion she had never tapped before. She so wanted to fuck her own image, but where did this new need come from?

"It means, that no matter what, I'm going to suck you dry until you beg for my golden rod to be rammed into your blazing hot, pulsating and throbbing flesh. You need to surround me to capture the only essence of decency you have left. There is more power in the waste from my left testicle than in your entire being. Unless you give of your power, it will be extinguished and only the mask of your desire will remain. There will be no need to take it off because the wretch that is now behind it isn't worth the time of spit."

"Your are so cruel with your words, China Joy," said the real China Joy from behind her “George Hardon” disguise. All of a sudden the real China Joy started to tremble in the fear of discovery.

"You are so cruel with your deeds, George Hardon. How does it feel to be where the rubber hits the road, my rich tycoon? What can you see from the other side of your manufactured table of corruption and greed? Do you enjoy your new expandability, George?"

"Stop it, stop it. You aren't real. I made you and dressed you myself," declared the real China Joy as a quaking and quivering “George Hardon”.

"That is what you believe George, but your fear is that you only fantasized that. Are you sure that Rose isn't somewhere in the house watching you debase yourself with a nerd and geek that you crushed and stepped on each day like an ant on a linen table cloth."

"Rose, did you switch with Larry Lopez and become the image of China Joy?" inquired “George Hardon” as a blinding moment of masked revelation invaded "his" mind.

"How could you insult Rose's reality by suggesting that she could stoop to become such a slut as you, George?"

"Then who are you?" asked the real China Joy as the terrorized, yet mesmerized “George Hardon”. Inside “George Hardon's” disguise, the real China Joy could feel that the pit of her stomach was in knots, but her sex was also convulsing and gushing with hot salty fluids.

"I already told you, George. I am the China Joy that you could never be. Take me to your dungeon so you can punish yourself and maybe make your corrupt disgusting hulk worthy of some of Rose's attention."

“George Hardon” felt compelled to follow the commands of the latex China Joy even though this need totally confused “him”. On the other hand this need also totally aroused the real China Joy behind George Hardon's ruthless, cigar smoking exterior. At that point in time the familiar chirp of “George's” cell phone went off in “his” pocket.

"Hello. George Hardon here. This better be good."

"It's Miss Niles Sir. I just received a call from Rose Fong that she is back in town and looking for you. Since this is a new phone I didn't give her your number, but called you first."

"That was wise, Miss Niles."

"Where are you, sir?"

"I'm in a restaurant about a mile from the office," lied George.

"Should I give Rose this number?"

"Let's keep it between us, Miss Niles. Did Rose leave her number?"

"No, but I got the feeling that she was heading for the Company Mansion."

"Very good, I'll head there myself, once I'm through here."

"Should I tell her you are planning to do that, Sir? I don't think she has a key to the new locks you ordered and will need your help to get in."

"Don't tell Rose a thing, Miss Niles. I'll take care of it."

"Very good, sir."

"Thanks for calling, Miss Niles."

"Just doing my job, Sir," said Miss Niles in her best kiss butt tone.

"Our time in the dungeon will have to wait, China. A higher authority is coming and I must prepare."

"Who is this authority that supersedes my desires?" asked the “Latex China Joy”.

"Look I don't want anymore of your bullshit, Larry or China or whatever you have morphed to. That call just brought reality back to my front door."

"It must be a pretty scary reality to make you start jumping through hoops, Mr. Hardon."

"I thought I would have more time to build my surprise for Rose, but something has gone wrong and she is back."

"Tell her to wait or she will be sorry, Mr. Hardon."

"You are the sorry one. Get lost before I chain you in the dungeon," threatened the real China in “George Hardon's” ruthless, swaggering, cigar smoking manner.

"Now that is the ruthless, masterful style that turns me on Mr. Hardon. Give me more."

"What the fuck is wrong with you bitch. Call a cab and get the hell out. I have to get ready for someone else!" proclaimed “George Hardon”.

"What if she is already here, Georgie Babie?"

"You can't be Rose, not in a million years," declared China as “George Hardon”.

"So it is Rose that is pulling your strings. Sandra and Pamela told me that, but I didn't believe it was true, Georgie Babie."

"Okay, so you know who is in charge, and stop calling me Georgie Babie!"

"Take off the Mr. Hardon disguise and fuck me now, China or I will tell Rose everything."

"What do you have to tell to Rose Fong, you latex Slut?" asked the real China Joy though her “George Hardon” impersonation. "We didn't do a thing and you know it."

"I don't know any such thing. I thought that you craved the fear of being discovered.”

“Everything comes in degrees and we have gone way pass that desire into the real thing,” proclaimed China Joy as she started to remove her “George Hardon costume.

“I will tell Rose Fong that you are behind the stock take over and that we have been having sex for a year behind her back. I will also tell her that you always dress me as yourself because you love fucking yourself better than her," declared the “Latex China Joy” with a confident snarl in “her” voice.

"None of that is true and you don't have any proof," said the real China Joy as “George Hardon”.

"That is not what the financial records on the company computer records say," informed the “Latex China Joy.

"What do you mean?" probed “George Hardon”.

"I think that a close examination of the accounts will show a slow, but gradual build up of Rose's company stock in dummy corporations controlled by you, Mr. Hardon. As chief accountant, China Joy was in perfect positions to make that move and do it well undercover. You masked your move very well, Mr. Hardon. I would never have arrived at the truth if it hadn't been for those bumbling hackers, Sandra and Pamela."

"This is bullshit." snarled “Mr. Hardon” as “he” continued taking off his suit and climb the great stairway to “his” bedchambers.

"That is not the way to the dungeon, George," said the “Latex China Joy”.

"Fuck you. I'm going to my bedroom," responded “George Hardon”.

"Don't you mean Rose's bedroom, George?"

"I told you to get lost, bitch!"

"You are the one that is lost, George. Rose loved you and you betrayed her."

"I did no such thing and you know it. You are my fantasy. I got you off of the Internet; not the other way around," yelled “George Hardon”.

“You are protesting too loudly Georgie, Babie”

“Now what exactly does that mean,” yelled “George Hardon” from the second floor landing.

"Better check the computer, George." Larry had set up the email to send the real China Joy as “George Hardon” a series of emails on a scheduled release to appear as if they were being sent at different times. When “George” finally completed “his” transformation back into the real China Joy and went for the terminal in the bedroom, China Joy found the following email:

"Dearest Boy Toy:

I think I have worked out a whiz-bang scenario for you. In this scenario, Pamela Chin, and Sandra Ting, don't

know that Mr. Macmillan has been secretly called back to the company by an informant who has found out that a

couple of impostors from the board are taking over the company in his absence. Once he is back, it takes a day for

Mr. Macmillan to figure out that the impostors were none other than Pamela and Sandra. First he takes steps to

block their move and then in his evil act of revenge, Macmillan imprisons Pamela and makes her his full time "Boy

Toy" that he loans out to the board members. The films he makes of Pamela during the lend lease activities with

certain board members, making and financial constraint as well as block any further take are used to keep the

board in line in times of critical policy over moves. Macmillan decides to make Sandra a front person for himself,

so that he can be in two places at the same time. He keeps Sandra in constant role confusion by making her

change from male to female and back again at least twice a day. Macmillan is so pleased with the results of this

experiment, that he converts Sandra's bumbling assistants into disciplined efficient employees named Gay Girl

and Sweet Puss. Macmillan uses Farey Land as Gay Girl to seduce and compromise the board members wives

for Macmillan's fun and profit. He also employs and coerces Juana Yew as Sweet Puss to compromise

competitors and their wives. Let me know if any of this seems credible to you and I will try to build a story

around it for you.

Miss Lay Tex

"How does she do it?" said the stunned China Joy to Rose Fong's computer monitor. "Oh my God, what if the Miss Lay Tex has been Rose all along?"

Miss Lay Tex:

I know who you really are. I am not trying to take over your company, Rose. I think it is Jack Doff with the help

of Miss Niles and Larry Lopez. Please believe me. I didn't want to take over. I was just playing. Everything I

did made the company better.

Broken China"

That should fix that bitch's attempt to frame me thought the real China Joy as she sat at the monitor for a moment and then went to her side of the closet to put on the outfit Rose like on her the best: the high heel, latex maid bit. As she finished doing this her computer chirped that it had just received a new email. China Joy in her form fitting, shiny black latex, minced in her five-inch stiletto heels back to the terminal and called up the note.

"Broken Toy:

Shattered China is worthless. I have checked the computer and Miss Niles has found you out. She turned out to

be my only faithful lover at the company. I will take care of the betrayal by Sweetpus Juana Yew and Gaygirl Farey

Land in my own time, your infidelity and treachery deeply offends me and it will cost you. You have been unmasked.

You are not worthy of masking with me. I thought you were special and you turned out to be a snake in the grass.

Go to the dungeon and prepare yourself for extensive punishment and intensive training discipline.

Your Mistress"

China Joy was beside herself with fear and confusion, but she was almost sure that she was innocent of any real violation of Rose’s trust. Was Rose Fong setting her up in an elaborate domination scheme? Where was that worming Larry Silver Eagle Lopez? He could explain everything to Rose. Maybe he was already down in the dungeon. The frightened China Joy ran through Rose Fong’s great house as best as she could in her hobbling heels, and finally arrived in the mansions huge underground dungeon. China Joy looked among the toys and discipline gear for Larry Silver Eagle Lopez in his version of the “Latex China Joy”, but that two timing, five faced bitch was no where insight.