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Meeting my Mistress - Part 8
🕑 Added 2024-01-15 14:02:20 +0000 UTCThirty minutes later, I walked into the gym wearing yellow spandex, a pink leotard, pink socks, and pink and white Nike shoes. Mistress Lux was already there. Greetings, Mistress, I curtsey. Welcome Bree. Today we start physical therapy.
We will start with some yoga and light exercises. Let's begin, honey. For the next hour, she helped stretch me and do some lightweight training. I was feeling exhausted, but more mobile. Bree, go up the stairs; there's a one-piece bathing suit; change and be back down in 10 minutes. Yes, Mistress.
I came back down in a purple Speedo one-piece suit with a swim cap. Very nice, Bree. Thank you, Mistress. Bree, I want to swim at least 2 laps in the pool to start, then shower, enema, and fix yourself up and back down here in an hour.
I did as instructed, and after my swim, I was very exhausted. I cleaned up and put on a purple romper with 3" purple heels I found with white lace socks. Mistress Lux smiled when she saw me. Nicely done, Bree; you are taking to your new life like a duck to water.
How do you feel? Exhausted, Mistress Lux, but great. My head is clear, and I love how I look. When my mistresses smile at me, it reinforces that this is the correct path I am on. I am sore and tired, but very happy. That's great to hear, Bree. I am very happy with your behavior and ability to learn.
We have another 10 to 12 weeks, then you will be attending beauty school. You will have light duties here at home for now. Ian has a list for you. For now, it's you and I together for the next few weeks. Yes, Mistress.
For now, let's get a light lunch and talk a bit. We walk into the kitchen, where Ian is cooking and cleaning. He's wearing very short shorts in bright blue with a tight-fitting crotch that separates his butt cheeks and shows off his endowment. His tank top is almost a bikini top, skin tight, and shows off his nipple rings, his beautiful abs, and a dangled belly button piercing.
As I lay my eyes on him, I lick my lips. Mistress Lux smiles. Sit, ladies, I will be right there. I sit after Mistress; she smiles, looking at me, while I watch every move Ian makes. Bree, Bree, ooh, sorry, Mistress, I said. See something you like, sissy? Ahh, yes, Mistress. I blush, yes. Ian brings over iced tea and pours us each a glass. Salads up shortly, Mistress.
Are you feeling okay? Yes, I just winded. Ian, thank you for asking. Bree? Yes, Mistress, are you enjoying the view? Yes, Mistress. So, Bree, I have to ask what got into you this morning. Ian started getting me cleaned up, and everything started from there. It was like I had no control. I just started responding to each touch and gesture.
Every response I had was just leading me further into wanting to please my partner. How much of it did you see? All of it is sissy. Becky and I saw everything. You are a very instinctual creature. Mistress, did I do something wrong? No, sweetie, you didn't, but it's obvious you need training.
Judging by what I saw, I'd have to say you will be easy to train. Thank you, Mistress. Ian comes back with three salads and a pitcher of iced tea. Ian sits next to me. Ian, how was our little sister this morning? She treated you well. Yes, Mistress, she's submissive, responsive, and still has much to learn.
She is an attentive lover. She has great affection for you, and I think you do too. Yes, Mistress, I do. I think we both do. All the time, Ian's hand is on my inner thigh. Bree, honey, this morning's behavior is acceptable; just make sure you keep Mistress Becky satisfied first! Yes, Mistress, of course.
After you lose some weight and get into acceptable shape, you will be attending the Coven Beauty Academy. We expect you to graduate at the top of your class; if not, you will repeat the course over and over until you do.
Trust me, you want to graduate for the first time. Yes, Mistress, if I may. Yes, Bree? Mistress, I know very little about the beauty and hair trade. Is it possible that if I have free time, I could possibly assist in your salon to get an edge before I start school? That's a great idea, and yes, you will.
Mistress Becky has already signed off on it. You will start part-time after Dr. Channel approves your work release. Until then, we will practice together. I will teach you many new looks. Ian here will be your trainer on my off days. You will follow his orders as if they were a mistress, understood? Yes, Mistress! I understand.
Ian? Yyyess Mistress? I know you are attracted to Bree, sweetie, so listen up! No sex during her physical therapy and exercise routines. You two start effing off, and Ian, you will be in chastity for the foreseeable future, and Bree, you will be living in Mistress Channel's dungeon. Trust me, you don't want that, either of you. Yes, Mistress Lux, we say in unison.
Ian? Yes, Mistress, if you plan on having more morning sex with Bree, wake her up earlier so she doesn't start late like this morning. Yes, Mistress! Good boy! Bree, remember, if you are super sore, you need to tell Ian, and he will give you a massage and get you stretched and prepped for your physical therapy.
I know you have a crush on him. We mistresses think it's adorable, but your duties are to Mistress Becky and the Coven. Yes, Mistress. Ian, you have dinner to prepare, yes? Yes, Mistress, then get to it. Yes, Mistress Lux. Ian clears the table. Massage time, Bree! She takes my hand and leads me to my bedroom bath.
Okay, honey, strip! I comply and hang my clothes on the hooks. First a coffee, then a water enema, then to the massage table. 45 minutes later, I am guided to the basement. There are several rooms down here, and I am shown into the first one, where there are four massage tables. They are specially modified with shackles and a small selection of massage tools, and a second with spanking toys of various styles.
There was a big black cabinet in the corner that was locked. There are two shelves on the wall with various creams and lotions, all of high quality, and one with fluffy, hot pink towels. Strip honey. Yes, Mistress Lux. I strip naked and only wear my chastity and plug. On your stomach, Bree, without a word, I comply. Now, sissy, can you behave, or do I need to shackle you? I will behave, mistress. Good, let's get you started.
I lay face down for the first time with my new body, and my breasts feel totally different. Mistress Lux covers my legs in a flowery-scented oil. Starting at my feet, I feel my body's soreness subside. She continues up my calves to my thighs.
She begins kneading them like a loaf of bread. It's both painful and relaxing. My body relaxes as I begin to moan in both pain and relaxation. Mistress's strong hands are in firm control of my entire body.
As I lay there, I thought, How lucky I am. I was at rock bottom, thinking of how to move on. My melancholy state. My dad threw me into a shower. Now I am here. Tattooed, breast implants and chastity were being trained by a beautiful Asian mistress. She owned and remarried as a sissy wife to one of the most powerful women in the country.
As Mistress moves to my ass, I think of so many events, and I am happy. Then Mistress removes my plug and begins massaging my sweet hole. I feel so relaxed, but my cage is straining. Then it happens: Mistress Lux touches my prostate the exact way my wife did when we were young and happy.
It was a powerful flashback. My guilt washes over me, and I begin to cry. It's soft at first, but soon there's a puddle of tears. Mistress notices; does it hurt, sissy? Nnnoo Mistress, you are very gentle. Well, sissy, what's wrong? I miss the way you touched me just now.
I keep stuttering like a child. My wife used to massage my prostate like that when we were younger. Ohhhhh sweetie I am so sorry. I will call Mistress Lisa and see if she can come out tonight, or maybe you can visit her office tomorrow. Thank you, Mistress Lux. If you stay there and relax, I will be right back.
She covers me in a pink towel and leaves. A few minutes later, I heard footsteps. It's Ian. Babygirl, are you okay? Yes, Ian, I am fine, just some repressed memories and emotions. Where is Mistress Lux? She said she'd be a few minutes away and asked me to watch you. Ian, You're so sweet to me; why?
Bree darling Haven't you figured it out yet? No Ian I haven't. I know you have a crush on me, but I don't know why. I am not super attractive like you. I am getting prettier by the day, thanks to Mistress Becky and the Coven. You can have any woman; you're the man's man! Here it is, Bree; I am not your typical alpha male.
I dated girls, cougars, men, and even a few pre-op trans girls. But no one ever saw me as anything but a dumb jock or a piece of meat. I got good grades and went to USC on a football and wrestling scholarship. I was injured in the Rose Bowl. I have known Mistress Becky on and off my whole life.
When my life fell apart, it was one of many straws that fell at the same time. My one girlfriend, whom I really loved, left me. She was a pre-op girl. She was just waiting for me to make the pros because of the money. After school, with help from Mistress Becky and Lisa, I got my head on straight and shit together. I dated some since, but no one touched my heart or filled my need to protect someone personally.
Don't get me wrong. I would die for my Coven family. But you stole my breath away. You're sweet, vulnerable, shy, open-minded, and cute to me. I know you belong to Mistress Becky, as do I. I will serve her the rest of my life, yes, man, proudly. Mistress Becky is complicated and generous.
All she asks for in return is loyalty and honesty. She knows how taken I am with you. I think you feel the same. Part of my affection for you is my duty to you, but much of it is because of my attraction to you. This makes the job much easier. The rule is no sex for us between breakfast and after-dinner clean up.
Becky always comes first unless instructed otherwise, like this morning. You and I are in this together. We are Team Becky. We must keep her happy. She protects us from the world. Learn your role here, and I will help you. We will become very close. Just remember Mistress Becky first, okay? Yes, Ian.
It's all starting to come together now. As powerful as the Coven is, they are a team, a family. We are all part of it. How men never figured this out with all their team sports, men's clubs, and bonding time, they still eff things up. The Coven works on pure trust and, more importantly, free will.
When people in need cross their path directly, they analyze the entire situation. Care for those in need and allow them to move forward from there. Mistress Lux returns, and Ian is working on my shoulders. I thought for sure you two would do it again! No, Mistress, Ian was just talking to me about the Coven and what it means and expects.
Ian, is it true? Yes, Mistress Lux. The mistress examines the towel on me. Well, I see you are telling the truth. Good going, you two. I am proud you can curb your affection for one another. Bree, how do you feel? Better Mistress is still a bit sore, but it's from my procedures. It's good to hear. Ian? Yes, I will take things from here. Yes, Mistress.
Ian heads back to the kitchen. Bree, wrap yourself in the towel and let's head upstairs to your room for a shower. This time, let's wash that hair of yours. Yes, Mistress. Mistress Lisa will be here in about 2 hours. Let's move it. Yes, Mistress. As I shower, Mistress Lux steps into the shower. Her body is incredible. I want her body so badly.
She steps behind me, and she turns my back against the shower. She started shampooing my hair. My body quivers with her touch. She massages my scalp and washes my back. One hand reaches my hand and guides it to her penis. I feel it is so small, soft, and limp.
The fact that she has no balls really turns me on. She talks softly in my ears. Is this what you want, sissy, or what you really want? Are you sure you want to be like me, honey? Yes, Mistress, I do. I want a body just like yours! Are you willing to give Mistress Becky your manhood? Yes, Mistress.
She pushes her body toward mine. I feel her D-cup breasts against my back. I started to swoon. She conditions my hair and starts the scalp massage again. All this time, I quiver while a soft-spoken tone melts my inhibitions away. I am puggy now. Any self-control I had is gone, replaced by my need to submit.
Mistress Lux is in total command now. She rinses my hair and starts washing my back, running her ruby-red nails up and down my back. My quivering intensifies; she starts cupping my breasts and playing with my nipples. I feel her nipples running up and down my back. I start moaning; my cage is tight, and my nipples are as hard as rocks.
She turns me face-to-face and kisses me deeply. I stick my split tongue in her mouth and go crazy with desire. She controls my body but submits her tongue to me. I feel her quiver as we moan in unison. I feel a gentle pressure on my neck, and I kiss her deeper. She tilted her neck, submitting her lips and tongue to me, as I felt her other hand gently squeeze my balls to let me know she was in charge as the deep kissing continued.
I ran my nails down her back gently, as she did with me. She moans louder. As she steps back, she cups her D-cup breasts with her hand. I immediately start suckling and massaging a full breast. With another squeeze on my crotch, I suckle harder than switch breasts and continue.
I feel her body quiver more intensely now that I suckle harder and harder. She's shaking in my arms as the water continues to fall across our bodies. Without warning, she's screaming, and I keep up the intensity to keep the wave crashing over her again and again.
Her eyes are shut as I keep her on wave after wave of pleasure. Finally, after what seems to be at least 15 minutes of multiple orgasms, she puts her hand on my shoulder. I kneel before her and suckle her limpness.
It's dripping with a small amount of clear liquid. I suck it all down, then wash her up as if to say thank you. Mistress Lux spreads her cheeks, and I worship her to prove to her my worthiness.
I face her beautiful offering and notice a wreath of roses around her sweet hole. It's very pretty. Mistress, I love this tattoo. May I get one, please? You have to earn it, sissy; now be a good girl and get to work. I soap and rinse her beautifully toned and firm ass. With both hands, I spread her cheeks as wide as I could as she leaned forward on the shower wall. Slowly, I soap and rinse her backside. I massage her ass as I wash it.
I rinse the soap away and worship her beautiful bottom. I hear Mistress moan as I use my split tongue to pleasure her body.
Her moans are my music as I attempt to get her to shutter again. I do everything to find her orgasmic wave. After many minutes, I find it, and my attention keeps her there for about 10 or more minutes as her body goes limp.
I catch her as she collapses and rinse her again. As I turn her face toward me, she kisses me hard and deep. That was wonderful, Bree. Remember to serve Mistress Becky with equal passion and enthusiasm. Yes, Mistress, I will.
It's now getting later in the afternoon. We have an hour before Mistress gets home and Mistress Lisa arrives. I look in my mirror. OMG, my hair! I will never be ready before Mistress comes home. I tear up. Mistress says relax; I will fix you up.
But my ringlettes, mistress. It's not a problem, sissy; calm yourself. Left closet, top shelf roller, and hairdryer. Wow, Mistress, really? You are fully outfitted, sweetie. Thank you, Mistress. Plug it in, honey; we have work to do. Yes, Mistress Lux. Mistress? Yes, baby girl? Can we do smaller ringlets this time? Great idea, sissy! Let's do it.
Mistress is a master of hair. In less than 30 minutes, I'm full of rollers, and she's got my face covered in facial cream and under the dryer. While sitting there, she changed my nail polish to purple and my toes too. Mistress Lux, thank you for this; I really don't deserve it. Yes, Bree! You do, honey.
What did I do? Honey, I had seven orgasms in 20 minutes with that magical tongue of yours. Ian never gave me seven orgasms—four yes on occasion, three almost every time. But 7! I haven't fallen limp like that in years, and I was getting spit-roasted at the time. Help me, honey; Lisa will be here soon. I want you to be sexy and hot for her. Yes, Mistress.
Mistress Lux has me done with 10 minutes to spare. I start hunting through my closet. I found a grayish purple pencil skirt suit and black 4" Jimmy Choo heels. I apply my makeup to match. 20 minutes later, I am waiting for Mistress Lisa. I notice a duster in the corner, tucked away.
I start dusting her office. The office phone buzzes. It's Ian, yes, Ian? Mistress Lisa will be here in 15 minutes. She wants a pitcher of iced tea. Okay, I will be right out. Thank you. I grab the tray Ian has ready for me.
Ian? Yes, Bree? Can you get me some pledges and some paper towels? Sure! I get back to the office with everything. I polished her desk; it was a bit dusty. Then start wiping everything around it. About 30 minutes later, when she walks in, I am almost finished when Mistress walks in.
I was a bit surprised when she walked in. Hello Bree Sorry, I ran late. Ummmm, I love the lemon scent of furniture polish. You have been busy! Yes, Mistress. Who told you to clean? No one, Mistress. It looked a bit dusty, so I thought I would straighten it up a bit. Is that okay? Of course, sweetie.
Because no one else besides me and Becky is allowed here. Even Ian doesn't have a key card. I love your skirt suit. Now, shall we get started? Yes, Mistress. How are you feeling? Mistress Lux said you started crying while getting a prostate massage. Yes, Mistress, I started crying; my wife used to massage it the same way.
I just started crying; it was pure pleasure, and then the flashback of police at my door with the news filled my head. It was like a switch for tears. How long did you cry? About 30 minutes. Both Mistress Lux and Ian were very supportive.
Did you have sex with Ian to calm yourself? No, Mistress, of course not. No sex between breakfast and after dinner is cleaned up. Very good, honey. I am happy to hear that. How are you adjusting to your new body? I love it, Mistress.
I woke up, seeing my breasts, my body, my permanent makeup, and my ink. I wear a babydoll nightie to bed at night. I wear mules while walking around the house and to the bathroom.
I still feel a bit strange in this body, but I am getting more comfortable every day. I was crying because I was feeling guilty about the accident. Why Bree? I should have been driving.
I always drive up north; the one time I don't, they end up dead. My wife and I were on the way out marriage-wise. But I didn't wish her dead. Certainly not my kids! Now that they are gone, I am happy. It's not right. I shouldn't be happy like this. It's not right. It's not right!
The waterworks just start following all over again. I cried over and over for almost 10 minutes. Mistress Lisa says nothing. She sits me up on the Freud couch, and she sits next to me like a close friend and hugs me. I continue to cry.
She lays my head on her beautiful breast like a mother comforting her child. As I cry, she strokes my hair. The only words I can get out are, Why? Bree, honey, yes, Doctor Lisa? Are you feeling better? Yes, Doctor Lisa.
Bree, you are experiencing survivor guilt. I think you have had a breakthrough, Bree. How so, Doctor Lisa? First of all, that was a deep-felt cry, which is very good, along with the length of it. Second, honey, you called me Doctor four times. I did? Yes, Bree, you did.
Am I going to be punished, Mistress? No, Bree, you're not. This is Therapy Bree; if you are going to call me Doctor, the office and the Mistress Channel office and spa are the correct places. It also means you started to relax a bit, which also means you are beginning to forgive yourself.
Really, Mistress, yes, really, Bree. Your tragedy is not your fault. It's not anyone's fault; it's an act of God. Second-guessing is an empty road. You have to remember being there or not. You could not change the outcome of the event; no one can.
Let's look at this from another point of view. If they stayed home and you didn't fix the bathroom floor and someone slipped and fell and was seriously hurt or died, would you still be at fault if you weren't home? Or even if they fell down the stairs? Death comes when we least expect it.
No one can stop death. All you can do now, Bree, is move forward with your life. It's your time now. This is your time now. It's time for a new beginning in your life, Bree. A fresh start for you.
Mistress Rebecca loves fresh starts for her people. When she found you. She knew you were the one. You feel the same way, yes? Yes Mistress I do feel exactly that way. That's good, Bree. I think you're a good person, Bree. You are honest, loyal, and an emotional creature.
Mistress Becky loves you and Ian, honey. The Coven is your family now. We are going to take good care of you. You are going to take good care of us. As Mistress Lisa talked, I listened intently as I cried. My tears started to dry up as I realized she was right. It's been over six months since my family passed away.
My girls still appear in my dreams from time to time. My late wife is not so much. A new beginning like this is a dream I never expected. I am grateful yet feel guilty—survivor guilt. Knowing that I understand that it's okay to pursue this new life.
As Mistress talks, I begin to understand that it's okay to be emotional and the guilt that I feel when I feel happy and content. Bree, dear, what are you thinking? Mistress Lisa, I think that it's okay to be happy and not guilty.
It's going to be tough dropping that bag of bricks altogether, but I am going to try. It may take a while, Mistress, but I will be dumping a few every day. I want to be a happy Coven wife. Making my Coven family happy is my new life mission.
You need to understand that, as happy as you are now, the survivor's guilt is real and will return from time to time. It's how you process it that's important. Your life was turned upside down and 180° from 7 months ago. In the sessions we have talked about, I know you still feel some guilt.
That's normal. Being happy isn't a reason to feel guilty. You are an emotional, passionate, and generous person who loves and cares for those around you. The Coven is your family now. You care for us, and we will care for and protect you.
Thank you, Dr. Lisa. You're welcome, Bree. I am glad you always ask to talk to me. Mistress, talking to you is like a great shower or bath for my head. When the dirt piles up, you help me wash it away.
I can't thank you enough for your care, Mistress Lisa. Bree, please continue to reach out to any of us at any time. The Coven is here for you. We care for you; you serve us. We are a family. Your family, honey. I will mistress Lisa, thank you.
Bree, Your wife or mistress will be home soon. I suggest you get an Apron and bring that ass of yours to the kitchen and help Ian. I will be eating here tonight. Yes, Mistress, right away.
I head to the kitchen grab the pink apron, tie it on, and get to work. Ian is bouncing back and forth in front of the stove and sink. Ian, shall I set the table? Yes, Bree, when you're done, grab the lettuce and tomatoes from the fridge and prep the salad.
I will show you how to cut the tomatoes. I take off my pink blazer, put on the apron, and set the table as Ian lays out lettuce and tomatoes. By the time I am finished with the table, Ian has the veggies washed.
Today, you will start to learn to cook professionally. He proceeded to show me how to cut lettuce and tomatoes for a proper side salad. Once that was complete, the next item was keeping food warm while the rest was finishing up.
What is for dinner, Ian? Baked salmon with lemon and butter, wild rice, salad, and steamed broccoli. Yummy, I say. Which reminds me to be a sweetie and grab a bottle of Chardonnay from the fridge.
Is the Kraft of ice water on the table? Did you fill the glasses? No, Ian, I didn't want the glasses sweating. Good thinking. Go ahead and fill the glasses now and come back and refill them. Mistress Becky should be home soon.
We hear a ding-ding in the kitchen. Ian says Mistress Becky is home. Bree, take the wine and veggies out to the table and take off your apron. Yes, Ian. Oh, and Bree, open the door for her. Okay, Ian.
I smile, spin, and get the table set. I hear the car door open and close in the garage. I open the door. Good evening, Mistress. Welcome home, I say. Good evening, Bree. How are you feeling? How was your day? Busy Mistress, very busy, and yours, Mistress?
Very busy Bree I caught a new case today—a big divorce case. Shall I pour you some wine? Yes, Bree, please. Mistresses, please sit; dinner is ready! Bree? Yes, Ian, I am coming. The mistresses sit as Ian and I hustle to the kitchen. We bring out dinner, and I sit last as always. The salmon was great. The conversation was relaxing.
Mistress Becky was explaining that she had some long days ahead for the divorce case coming up. She was defending a husband who was both cheated on and verbally and physically abused by his wife. He is currently in the hospital with severe injuries to his face, ribs, and genitalia.
The wife is a very wealthy and powerful elected official. She wouldn't say names, and I would never ask. Mistress Becky, anything I can do to help, name it, I said. Bree, that's very sweet, but I don't see how an IT specialist can help. I do know a few things here that you can do for me. Name it, I say.
Starting tomorrow morning, I want the oral alarm service you promised me and your boi pussy cleaned and ready when I return for starters. Yes, Mistress! You will be presentable, sexy, and ready, understand? Yes, Mistress. What time is your alarm going to start? 6am sharp, sissy! Ian? Yes, Mistress.
I need you and Bree ready to go at any time. I am not here to meet you at the drop of a hat! Yes, Mistress considers it done. Bree, Carol is going to be back and forth helping me. She will be staying with us. See to it that the room down the hall is ready and presentable.
Anything she wants, she gets. Yes, Mistress. Bree, your physical therapy and training will continue. Make sure you are ready if needed. Yes, Mistress. When I know more, you and Ian will know more about what's needed.
Ian, as always, dinner was terrific. Lisa, I must retire for the night. I have a busy day tomorrow. Of course, Becky, good night, Becky (they air kiss and hug). Ian escorts Mistress Lisa to her car, a 2-door Audi A8. Ian responds to her demanding kiss and then closes her door.
Bree, go get cleaned up inside and out, wear a sexy nightie, and meet me in bed. Yes, Mistress. I quickly march upstairs and prepare for my mistress or wife. I found my purple baby doll nightie and matching mules. I start my enema only with water and clean myself twice. I lubed my sweet hole and put in a slightly larger plug just to be prepared.
I find my purple satin robe lays it out as well. Shower quickly and do my makeup a little heavy to be sexy for Mistress. I know she is stressed, but it's my first time in bed with her. I have to be as perfect as I can.
I checked myself over three times; I am ready! I walk to the connecting door to her bedroom and slide into her California King bed. The sheets are satin, and the mattress is suave. As plush as my bed is, this bed is a dream.
I may have waited 20 minutes, but it went fast. Mistress walks in and out of her bathroom and then to her closet to change. The anticipation is killing me. I am both excited and scared, worried I won't make a good impression. I hear things moving about in the closet. My anxiety is at a record high.
This is my first night with Mistress Becky alone. As the door to the closet opens, the light goes out. I see the silhouette of my goddess emerge. I am scared and excited for this moment. I pray I can please her. My chastity is so tight, my head is dizzy.
Mistress Becky walks towards the bed with grace and elegance that's unmatched by any woman I have ever witnessed. Even in the dim light, her beauty shines through the absence of the light. Sissy calls out. Yes, Mistress? Are you ready to consummate our union?
Yes, Mistress. Good, remove your pants, my love. I remove them and say nothing; it's an instruction, not a question. Good girl! I lift the covers for her, and she slides under them. She smells like heaven, with flowers and scented powders. She's dressed in a dark red babydoll nightie.
I lay on my side to face her. She cups my face with her silky, soft hands and kisses me deeply. I melt into her kiss. She feels my entire body surrender to her touch and passion. I gently bring a hand around the back of her neck and run my finger through her hair.
She moans slightly as our kiss draws in deeper with each passing moment. I responded to her every movement as if it were second nature. She is at war with my split tongue; her hands move to caress my nipples. I respond in kind, doing the same with hers with no resistance.
I gently play with hers with the same soft kneading of her breasts and nipples she does to me. The mistress lets out soft moans. She releases our kiss, and I feel pressure pushing down on my head. I move south to a wet flower. Her vagina is hair-free and super wet. I begin worshiping her as the goddess she is.
I use the techniques I have learned over the years to please her. With both her hands on my head, she manipulates my head all over her love button. Using one hand to open her and the other to massage the clitoral area. She's moaning constantly now. Her sounds give me the fuel I need to continue.
I feel her body shake, tighten, and release in rhythm to catch my attention. I use my split tongue to please her, and I use the tricks Ian has taught me so far to the best of my ability to bring her wave after wave of enjoyment. At this moment, for the first time, I am in control, and my purpose is so clear to me.
The mistress has both hands on the back of my head. Her fingers were dancing through my hair. She sings at varied pitches with moans and words. Her shakes and quivers are my signals of her commands. I control her responses, and I respond to them all. This is my calling now, and my purpose now is to please my goddess, my love, and my wife or mistress. I forget how long I am at this point. Her body is soaked in sweat, and my mouth is filled with her juices. We are one now.
Her breathing deepens to the sound of exhaustion, and her hands move to my shoulders. With a gentle push, I raise my head from her love nest, and with her hands, she guides my face to hers. She kisses me deeply, and I respond as submissively and as passionately as I can. She whispers softly, Are you my sister?
Yes, Mistress. Are you my slave? Yes, Mistress. What am I to you? My love, my life, my wife, my goddess, and my soulmate. Who owns you? You, my goddess Becky, you and the Coven. Thank you, Brianna. You truly are mine now.
You are the wife I have waited all my life for. Yes, Goddess Becky, I am yours, now and forever. She kisses me again deeply. We are embraced not as submissive and mistresses but as a loving couple. I respond as a submissive partner should. She's all smiles.
As we slow our passionate embrace, I rest my head aside Mistress's breast, licking her nipple gently and kissing them softly. She gently strokes my hair. Bree, honey, you are my little sister, aren't you? Yes, my mistress, my love. I continue with her nipples.
Are you my b*tch? Yes, My Mistress. Good girl. Bree, get a shower started for us and change my bed sheets. It's time we get some sleep. I kiss Mistress on the cheek and get to it. I start the shower and ensure plenty of towels, cleansers, and such. I grab sheets from the closet as Mistress starts her shower. I make quick work of the bed and enter the shower.
The mistress smiles as I enter. She takes my hand and pulls me close, and we kiss deeply. I melt in her arms and go semi-lamb within her power. She grabs my ass and pulls me in very close. I am pressing hard against her body. As she is two inches taller than I am, my head is cocked back.
I am completely under her power. I wrap my hands around her neck and run my fingers through her hair, then run my hands and nails gently down her back to the middle of her sculpted ass. I hear a light moan and continue to run my hands up and down her. She pulls her lips away and says, Wash me, sweetie.
I pump out some soap and start washing her back at the shoulders, working my way down, gently gliding my nails across her silky, soft skin. I hear soft moans and continue to work down her firm round ass and down her beautiful legs and toes. Mistress turns around, I re-lather her at her toes, and I work my way up.
I lightly drag my nails up her legs and to her love button. I gently wash her between her legs. She moans softly as I rinse her love button and lick and kiss her button softly, with a worshipping feeling I feel for her. She runs her fingers through my hair as I continue to worship her.
As I worship my goddess, I wash her flat stomach and pierced belly button. I slowly rise and wash her ample D-cup breast and gently play with her nipple rings. Mistress kisses me passionately and says, My turn, baby girl. She spins my back toward her.
She similarly washes my body. I am putty in her hands. Her touch electrifies me as we wash one another's hair. As we wash, rinse, and kiss, it feels as if time has stopped. We do a final rinse, and I drop to my knees and serve her to another body-shaking orgasm.
The mistress says, Rise, baby girl. She kisses me again, tasting her own sweet nectar. As I wash my face, I grab a towel and proceed to towel off my goddess. Once she's patted dry, I pat myself dry. She takes my hand and leads me to her bed once again, this time to sleep. It's after 10 p.m. when Mistress spoons up behind me, and before we know it, we are fast asleep in an embrace of love.
My dreams are wet and sticky. I wake to my shoulder being shaken. Morning, Princess Ian said. It's time to get ready, honey. I slip on my robe and mules and slip into my room. A quick enema, a shower, teeth brushing, and just a touch of makeup. I slip into my mistress's bed at 6:00 am on the dot and start my meditation.
I enter the foot of the bed. Mistress is lying on her side. I spread her silky smooth legs apart, gently rotating her on her back. I hear her moan softly as I position her to gain access to her love button. Very slowly, I ease my way to her beautiful pussycat. I am under the sheets. By the sound of it, she's still sleeping.
Very gently, I spread her lips and softly started at the hood, licking and kissing her as she instructed earlier. As she is asleep, I try to be softer than before. Using my split and pierced tongue, I concentrate on her flower. I feel Mistress shudder a bit, then feel her hands on my head. She spreads her legs wider, my signal to go deeper. I start licking from bottom to top, then down again.
Every time I reach the hood, I kiss and suckle on it. Using my lips, I nibble on her flower's lips. Her body movement only encourages my ministrations. She is flowing wet, and the moans are getting louder by the second. After several minutes, her moans are louder and shorter.
I feel her body building into another orgasm. I slow my pace just a little so she may ride the tantric tidal wave she seems to be on. Mistress is almost screaming now. I quicken pace after several more minutes pass. She explodes on my face, and I swallow as much as I can.
The mistress lifts her legs over my head and sits up. Bree honey, that was wonderful. Now be a dear and start a shower for me, then go get showered and dressed in your French maid uniform. Make the bed and straighten things up in here; Ian should have breakfast ready soon. Yes, Mistress.
I comply, hustle into my room, and start my shower. I am still getting used to this body. I went from a soft, flat chest to C-cups. My penis is still there, but it's been moved lower on my body. The way it's designed is to be able to tuck and stay locked. I see a new nozzle in my shower.
Ian must have installed it last night. I clean myself inside and out. I dress in my purple French maids uniform with a petticoat and garters, white on white seamed stockings, 4" Mary Jane shoes, and light daytime makeup. I get downstairs 2 minutes before Mistress. Bree, pour the coffee, and set the breakfast table, Ian said.
Yes, Ian! I grab the cups and pour the coffee. As I set the table, Mistress walks in wearing a silver Armani pantsuit with 5-inch spiked heels. Her blonde hair was tied high in a tight ponytail. As elegant as she looks in office fashion, she still exudes superior dominance.
As she enters the breakfast nook, I curtsey. As I curtsey, Ian says, Good morning, Mistress! breakfast coming up in a moment. Thank you, Ian! Without a word, I finish setting the table. Morning Mistress I say it with a bright smile. Morning Bree. Sleep well, Mistress? I ask. Yes, Bree I slept wonderfully. And you? I had the nicest dream in a long time, Mistress.
Bree I love the purple uniform on you. Thank you, Mistress. You know, Bree, I wasn't going to get you purple at first, but I knew it was your favorite color. It is my favorite color, and this is my uniform. Bree, Ian has your list for today. The guest suite needs to be ready by 4 p.m. today.
Carol will be flying in today. My client should be released from the hospital today. Be a dear Bree; make sure everything is perfect for her. We are in for long days ahead. If you need anything, make sure Ian knows.
You won't grocery shop until Dr. Channel clears you for anything beyond light duties. Yes, Mistress. Ian walks in with breakfast. We all sit and pass food around as a family. I just finished my small breakfast when the doorbell rang. Excuse me, Mistress. Ian, I answered the door.
Greetings Mistress, I curtsey. Bree, she squeals slightly. I just love that on you; it's precious. I flush crimson and spin a little for her. She kisses my cheek. Would you like some breakfast, Mistress? Just coffee, Bree, thank you. I will get it; please wave her to the breakfast nook.
I grab another cup from the kitchen and pour coffee. Bree? Yes, Mistress Becky? We need a minute. Yes, Mistress. I curtsey and go into the kitchen to help Ian. Ian says to start on the dishes, Bree. Yes Ian I smile sweetly at him. As I rinse the plates before loading the dishwasher, Ian gropes my ass.
He scooches next to me at the sink. I need to check something out. He lifts the back of my dress and grabs my plug. He plays with it for like 10 seconds, almost pulling it out and shoveling it in. I squirm and lightly moan. Ian!!! I am going to drop off a dish.
Mmmm, he says, What a sweet ass! I need some of that tonight, Bree. I smile and say, Get in line, Big Boy. We have lots to do today. Yes, we do. Bree, now get that sweet ass upstairs and see what's needed in that room. I have to go to the store right after Mistress Becky leaves. Yes, Ian, I smile sweetly.
I put a little extra sway in my hips as I walked out and headed up the stairs. As I turn the corner, I notice Ian watching me closely. I enter the mistress's room. Checking the bathroom, I make a list of everything that is half full or less. I check my room and add to it.
Next, I checked the guest room and noticed that we don't have Nexus hair products that Carol loves. I also see there are no hot rollers, curling irons, or a decent blow dryer. I know what my sister likes, and I write it all down. My sister also loves body-length pillows, so I add them along with the sheets and bedding she loves. I added some high-end throw pillows to the list.
I grab my cell and call my sister. Carol, it's Bree. Hi, sweetie, how are you feeling? I am good, Carol. I am busy but good. I know you're busy, but I need a minute. What can I do for you? Mistress Becky wants me to prepare your room. I made a preliminary list of things I know you like. But is there anything you want while you're here?
Any food, bath or makeup, a pair of workout shoes, anything? Nexus shampoo and conditioner—it's on the list, Carol. Anything else? You know, Bree, there is... Ian makes great blackened salmon, and his grilled yellowfin tuna is to die for.
I will have him pick some up. You know, Carol, we haven't had Yellow Fin since Dad's last trip to Mexico in San Jose Del Cabo. We both giggled. I will let Ian know. Are you alright, Bree? I am okay. Just okay, honey? Yeah, being here has been great.
Sometimes my mind wanders and I think of my children, sniffles, etc. Bree honey, it's not your fault. I know, Carol; I do. I just miss them. Bree I know you cared for your family the same way you cared for your troops in the field. That's why you field-commissioned a 2nd Lieutenant in the Air Force at that remote site in Peru.
Carol, that was luck, plain and simple. No, Bree, it wasn't. I pulled the file on the incident. You pulled three airmen out of machine gun fire, stopped two technical machine gun trucks from destroying the site, and captured a terrorist to boot. Carol, I didn't do it by myself.
No, but you did lead everyone when the captain went down and your sergeant was wounded. Had you not taken action the way you did, everyone, including you, would be in body bags, and I would not be talking to my sister. My point, Bree, is this: the Coven is your family now.
It's your job to take care of all of us now. Can you do that, Bree? Can you? Yes, Carol, I can and I will. Good Bree. I gotta run. I arrive at the airport at 4 p.m.I will have Ian pick you up. You can drive my Audi while you're here. Carol, Doctor Channel hasn't cleared me to drive yet. Thanks, Bree; that helps a lot. Dinner is at 7 p.m., Carol. Thanks, Bree. I love you, sister. I love you too, Carol.
I rush downstairs and hand Ian the list. He says, Wants to come with? No, Ian, I have therapy and training with Mistress Lux. Enjoy, baby girl. You gotta run. I'll be back soon. We blow kisses.
Today Bree is doing pure yoga and lots of swimming. Let's get started. Soon I was doing yoga stretching, posing, and more stretching. An hour later, I was in the pool, lap after lap, slow and easy. 45 minutes later, I was sent to the shower, enema, and downstairs for another kind of stretching.
Mistress works my body like nothing I could imagine. After an hour of intense "stretch training," as she calls it, another massage. Once done, I have just 3 hours to get my chores done. I start in Mistress Becky's bedroom; once done, it's my room, then the offices. It's time-consuming because my corset is so tight.
Mistress Lux says tight corsets train both body and mind. I finish with 10 minutes to spare. I am exhausted. Not as much as the day before, but close. Ian is in the kitchen. Bree? Be a dear, change for dinner, and grab an app 7 p.m. is fast approaching.
Be back in a jiff, Ian. Ten minutes later, I am on salad detail. Ian is detailed in his cooking. I grate the Ramano and Parmesan cheeses from a block blend, then sprinkle on the Caesar salad, then garnish with full-ripe cherry tomatoes.
I notice it's only a few minutes after 2 p.m.Bree? Yes, I say. Come here. I stand across from him on the island counter. Here are the instructions for the oven to be preheated. The fish takes only 20 minutes, so set the timer, put the salad in the fridge, set the table, and double-check everything to ensure everything is perfectly clean and orderly.
I have to get Carol. Bye Ian, drive safe. I will breathe air kisses, and he's off. Mistress Lux, are you staying for dinner? No, sissy, I am not. My girlfriend and I have a date. Will I ever meet her, Mistress Lux? Someday, maybe. Babygirl. Right now, Bree, double-check everything. This is your chance at a new first impression with you as your sister's new sister.
Remember Bree It's your time to prove your worth through service. When everything looks fantastic and you get locked into a solid routine, Everything will get easier. Yes, Mistress Lux. I understand. Mistress Lux, I know this may sound mushy, but you may be the one person who really understands my state of mind.
It means so much to me. Don't get me wrong. Mistress, Mistress Becky, Lisa, Channel, and the Coven have taken wonderful care of me. I owe the coven everything for saving my life. We have that in common. I will earn my keep every day.
Bree honey I was at rock bottom when Mistress Becky found me. 15-year-old on the streets, just trying to survive. She saved my life a little. She got me treated, gave me therapy, gave me a home, an education, a job I love, and taught me everything about life and love. She's a mother to me, more than my birth parents ever were. Bree, how close were you to ending it all?
Very close, Mistress Lux. I was in a deep depression and almost unable to have the will to continue. The only thing that kept me alive were the messages and emails from Mistress Becky. When I got the invitation to visit, I thought Why not? It was better than eating a bullet from my Glock.
So I put my property in trust with my sister and got on a plane. I had nothing to lose anymore. Now I am a wife and member of the Coven. I know there is much to learn, and I am willing to do anything to keep our coven strong and vibrant. To keep my superiors happy and proud.
Bree? Yes, Mistress Lux? Do you want to keep your balls? Please speak freely and honestly. No, mistress, I don't. I know it will be a long time before I get a vagina, if ever. But my balls are a burden. I hate the hormones they produce.
The manly traits they force on me from time to time slow my female growth. The girl inside me can't blossom with balls. Seeing your empty scrotum and your to-die-for figure, Mistress, I want your body shape. Well, Bree, I hate to tell you this, but mine were removed at 16 years old.
Your body may not become as curvy as mine, but if you trust me and do as I say in the letter, you will have a body to be proud of. Listening to Mistress Lux, I knew she spoke the truth. Truth be told, I am still pretty sore from my spa visit over a week ago. I was healing pretty quickly. It was more muscle soreness than anything; two weeks in bed will definitely make anyone weaker.
After our talk, I worked even harder. I was stretching and doing yoga in my spare time between duties. Ian kept feeding me these protein shakes. I switched to an almost all-vegetarian diet. I was allowed to fish.
It was mostly salmon, yellowfin tuna, and my favorite wahoo. Ian would also make me mackerel. I started getting curvier by the day. My skin was getting softer, and my energy returned. Time flew by as I concentrated on all my duties.
Six weeks had gone by before I knew it. I was almost always sleeping with my goddess. Some nights we'd cuddle, and others she'd peg me. A couple times she'd harness me in leather and ropes and dominate me. My ass would be so red and on fire.
Then she'd rub me down with lotion and call me her sweet sissy girl. I loved every second of it. Today is Wednesday. After my alarm clock service and a glass of water for breakfast, Ian tells me it's my checkup day with Dr. Channel. He said. Bree, I laid out your clothes. You're getting a rectal exam today. So make sure you are clean inside, sweetie.
Make sure you use the rose water last. I will be inspecting you before we leave! Yes, Ian. I run upstairs three 3-quart enemas at 20 minutes each. The fourth one smelled of pure rose water. I put on a pink lace match bra and panty set, a pink camisole, a pink T-shirt, a white long-sleeve blouse with a bowtie in front, and my skinny blue jeans, 4" pink pumps, and white lace ankle socks.
I do my makeup to match. I insert my pink jewel plug just as a nice touch. I walk down, and Ian says, Drop'em, honey. I comply and bend over. He gently stroked my plug, pulling on it and releasing it. Watching my hole pull it back in. He sniffed me. Mmmmm, Bree, you smell good enough to eat. Come on, get your sweet ass in my car; it's time to go.
We arrive at the spa. Nurse Mary greets us, and she air kisses me. I kiss the same in return, and then she plants a deep kiss on Ian. Dr. Channel will be in soon. She asks all the recovery questions, then has me strip and do a quick exam. She fondles my body in a very passionate manner, and I respond by moaning softly.
She whispers I want you, sweetie. Mmmm, you are blossoming nicely. I asked Mistress Becky about you visiting overnight sometime. Would you like that? Only if I have Mistress Becky bless Nurse Mary. Bree, you also need to know I have my final exam as a mistress coming up soon. I need a submissive for my exam.
I requested the Coven leadership for you. I hope you don't mind. Nurse Mary, I would be honored to help. Thank you, Bree. This is a very important time in my life, and I am very pleased you want to share it with me. Nurse Mary, I will never forget the loving care you took of me. You are my friend, and I love you for it.
Bree, you are so sweet. I just blush and smile. She examines my ass and rectum. Ohhh, honey, I see some small bruises. Are you okay? I blush and say yes. Was Bree a bad girl? No, nurse Mary. Just being given an education of sorts. Helping others relieve stress. Are you happy, Bree? Yes, nurse Mary is very happy.
I am very pleased to hear that. I have to lube you up, and then I will get the doctor. Thank you. I lay on my side as instructed. She fills a long, suction-type tube and inserts it in me. It's not the first time. Mistress lubes me this way all the time. I can't help but smile. She notices and says, Awww, I think you like it, yes? I love it, nurse Mary. I will be back with the doctor; stay put, or I will tie you down! I smile again, and she winks and walks out.
15 minutes later, Doctor Channel walks in in surgical scrubs. Even with dark purple scrubs and white nurse shoes, Mistress still has a dominant presence. How have you been, Bree? Good Doctor Channel. Any discomfort, pain, or dizziness? No doctor. Today you are getting a rectal exam. You've been on hormones for almost 9 weeks now.
I want to make sure everything is going smoothly. Are you continuing your enema regime? Yes, Mistress. I use coffee, olive oil, rose water, and disinfected water as instructed. At least twice a day. I don't remember the last time I had a voluntary bowel movement. Let's take a look. Is that rose water? Yes, doctor.
Very nice. A humming starts, and I feel the machine climbing inside me. I breathe deeply. My chastity is exposed and is getting tighter. Doctor Channel is very professional throughout the procedure. Nurse Mary smiles when she sees my chastity straining. As the procedure ends, nurse Mary cleans me up. Doctor Channel says everything looks very nice. Mary? Yes Doctor? Could you give Bree and me a minute? Yes, Doctor.
Bree, I was talking with Alexis (Mistress Lux) a few weeks ago. She told me you desire an orchiectomy. Is this correct? Yes, Mistress, it is. Have you asked Mistress Becky about this? No, Mistress, I haven't. To be fair, she's been very busy lately with work. Something like this can wait; besides, she said a year. I respect my mistress's wishes. My wants are unimportant compared to her responsibilities, especially right now.
Bree, You are very thoughtful, putting others ahead of yourself. You need to realize that you are part of us now, a full member of the Coven. We are all here for each other. If you have a desire or need, such as an orchiectomy, you need to tell us. If it's medical or a similar situation, you need to talk to her. If not her, Lisa, or myself, We want you to be happy and healthy.
So tell me, why do you desire an orchiectomy? Well, Mistress, my desire started when Mistress Lux showed me hers. I love her body shape. Her extremely silky skin. She seems so free and happy. Add the fact that in pants she's flat and sexy. Mistress, my goal is to become a full woman. I know that it's a long way off. I know my balls produce the poison.
Bree, my dear, we will need an in-depth talk about this! In fact, we'll need to have several talks with Lisa. You will also need a group discussion with myself, Lisa, Becky, Alexis, and Carol. Bree, do you love children? Yes, Mistress, why? You should know, Mistress. Becky wants a child very badly. No man has ever measured up for her. You are very special, Bree. You were very potent, and you had four girls, yes? Yes, Mistress, I started to tear up.
Oh Bree I am sorry. She hugs me tightly. Mistress, what are you trying to tell or ask of me? Bree Becky needs your seed. Why me? Because you're smart, submissive, and not a macho alpha in the body.
Most important of all, you always produce girls. Mistress I don't want to sound selfish, but I don't know about this. You know my loss; it's a lot to process. I really don't know. Parenting children again is a lot to take in. It's okay, Bree; take your time with this.
Remember one thing above all else: doing this for Becky will be the greatest gift you can give her. Yes, Mistress, I realize that. It's just that my heart is still scared from the loss. Mistress, if you can tell me what will become of the child,?
Well, Bree, You had four equally intelligent girls. All four girls excelled in school, and sports, thanks to technology. Yes, Mistress, that's correct. Your child or children, if you have more than one, will be given the best schools and care possible. Your girls will become strong, both physically and willfully.
They will be raised and guided as Coven members from birth. We will teach them our ways. How to make friends of similar mindsets. Become women who bond with other similar-minded women. Women who coordinate their lives and goals with other women as friends, just as we've done.
Mistress, what about the children of the other mistresses? We have a few children among us. They are all boys. We love and guide them too. But only women and submissives are allowed as members. Full alpha males like your sister's boys are not allowed as members; they are known as trusted associates.
That's another reason you're special to us. This decision is yours to make. We cannot command you to make this decision. We can only ask. Your Coven membership and position will not be compromised in any way. Why can't Ian do this?
Ian can't first, even as a sub and full member: 1) Ian's body type—he's an alpha; 2) Ian's ex-girlfriend years ago attempted to trap him in marriage in college while he was playing football. She got pregnant on purpose.
After his injuries ruined his football career, she left him and had an abortion. It crushed him worse than you. She aborted his son. Ever since then, Ian's never touched a woman again outside of the Coven.
I am not trying to guilt-trip you, Bree. Ian mentally could not handle anything like that. You, on the other hand, can. Psychologically speaking, you are far better suited for this request. Mistress, what about being on HRT for the last 8–9 weeks? Good question. You may or may not have noticed we have not given you a single T-blocker.
Nurse Mary will come back in and milk you and we shall have your seamen tested. In the meantime, I will set you up with an appointment with Lisa. Remember, this is only a request; please process it carefully. Yes, Mistress. As I lay back down on my side, awaiting my favorite nurse, I lay there contemplating what Mistress Becky was requesting from me.
I had no idea. All I knew when I came out here was an opportunity for happiness—a complete life change. I knew what Mistress Becky wanted. Things seem to have escalated from there. I love her more deeply than anyone else. I think she loves me; truth be told, she hasn't asked me yet.
To be honest, we have hardly talked much lately. She was busy with the divorce case. The case has been time-consuming. I understand completely; she's been working late preparing for the first deposition. The wife is a very powerful Northern California politician. The mistress wouldn't say who or what office she held. All I know is that Mistress has a full plate. I keep thinking about a new baby.
I am so scared to think of it. I loved my girls. I was always proud of them. I went to every dance recital, every gymnastics meet, and every track meet. When I think of them, I smile and cry. I know it wasn't my fault, but I can't help but think that if I drove that weekend, they'd be alive.
The door opens, and Nurse Mary walks in. Something's different. She's wearing a white lab coat, not the nurse's uniform. As she gets closer, I see her makeup is darker and more dramatic, dominating even. The coat comes off, and Nurse Mary is now Mistress Mary.
Mistress Mary is clad in a red Latex corset dress with an extremely short skirt, her D‐cups almost spilling out with thigh-high wedge boots. She puts on long surgical black gloves and lubes my hole and her hand. She whispers in my ear. Just relax and breathe, my sweet sissy.
A specimen dish is placed and attached to my chastity. Slowly 2, then 3, then 4 fingers are inside me. I whimper and moan. I try to relax and breathe. I whimper louder. She spanks my ass repeatedly. Soon I will be moaning uncontrollably. My chastity is so tight. My eyes are tears. I push back against her hand. I cry out as I feel her whole hand inside me.
She plays with my prostate. She has no mercy; if I had a moment of manhood left, she took it from me. Her playing with my prostate like it was an injury. My moans and tears change with her actions. I begin cumming wave after wave. She kept me at my peak for what seemed forever. It was about 10 minutes. The small dish was filling fast. My cum was thick and white. Then, as intense as it was, it was over.
I am left limp on the exam table. Mistress Mary strips right in front of me. Allowing me to gaze upon her sculpted body. Her body is silky smooth; there is not a single body hair anywhere. Her nipples are pierced with barbells, and her naval quadruple is pieced. Her labia was pierced three times on each side, and the hood was also pierced.
I lick my lips a bit. Oh, honey, she says! Do you like what you see, Bree? Yes, Mistress Mary? Don't fret, sissy, you'll be eating me very soon as she bends over in front of me. I think she's plugged too. Nurse Mary? Yes, Bree? Why are you plugged in? It is a part of dominant training, sweetheart.
A good dominant must know exactly firsthand what the submissives are experiencing. Domination is about complete trust, not just submission. A great dominance is discipline and love. A great dominant knows their submissive limits better than they do.
I have been training for close to two years. I was a submissive at first. The Coven saw great strength in me and voted to offer me a chance to train to be a mistress. The training isn't easy. We started with six people, three of whom were washed out. One has to wait and try again. She got pregnant. The other two didn't last three months.
Wow! That sounds intense. Much like my Special Ops training. Yes, it is Bree. The coven sponsors a school for it. It's accredited through the International Psychology Association. Mistress Lisa sits on the board. You were special, ops? I knew you were a veteran. Yes, Nurse Mary, I was. It seems like a lifetime ago. How did you get into IT? I did some networking and computer training in the service, then kind of stumbled into it more after I got out.
I was good with technology. Computers, cars. As the cars advanced, I tried to keep up. I started building PCs. One day the salon owner asked if I would set up a webcam system for her. So I did, and she suggested a body wax in trade. The next thing I knew, I was setting up systems for small businesses all over.
I specialized in networks and security. When my family passed away, I fell into a melancholy state. Mistress Becky saved my life. I owe her my life. I can honestly say I have never been so happy. That's great to hear, Bree. Keep up your dedicated service, honey; the Coven has big plans for you. Yes, Nurse Mary.
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