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Meeting my My Mistress - Part 2
🕑 Added 2023-09-14 14:47:07 +0000 UTCWritten by Brianna Demonet
Strip Bree, then knock when you are ready. Yes, Mistress, Knock knock. Ah, good, let's get started. Sabine, would you come in, dear? Sabine had stunningly long, dark auburn hair in ringlets. She was dressed in goth fashion with a corset and thigh-high boots with platform heels.
They started me off with a full-body wax. Sabine explained what the process was, what to expect, and the aftercare. She told me I was expected to help with my equipment. I said yes to Mistress Sabine. She beamed at me and said, "What a sweet sissy you are." You'll see that we will make you sweeter.
Soon I was covered with a very warm wax, and tug after tug, I was being stripped of my body hair. They started at my toes and worked their way up my legs. Soon they were at my equipment, and I was helped to hold the skin tight while they applied the hard pink wax. After 2 1/2 hours of work, I was hair-free. They spent an additional 30 minutes on my eyebrows. After my eyebrows were done, they started to wax my face. A very painful hour later, I was whisker-free for the first time since before puberty.
I was then given a silky robe and pants, all in pink, with 3-inch heeled slippers. I was escorted to the massage room. I was then laid flat, face down, on the table. I was shackled at the wrists and ankles. Mistress Sabine secured me and said with a proud smile, "Cozy sissy?" Yes, Mistress.
I felt pressure on my rectum increasing, then relief. Something was inside me now. Are you ready for your massage, sissy? Yes, Mistress. Good sissy, you are very cooperative. Thank you, Mistress.
The mistress started my massage, and she released only one limb at a time. She had very strong hands and was able to get deep into my tissues. As I lay on the table face down, tied, and very vulnerable, I was never more relaxed in my life. Sabine had control, and she knew it. She was effective and professional the whole time. She released me and said, "Roll over, sissy." I did as ordered. She again locked me up. She massaged my front, reached under my crotch, and played with my plug. I lay there moaning like a slut in heat. She just smiled and continued.
I accidentally went hands-free. I warned Mistress Sabine. She thanked me and kissed my cheek. She said that was your last erection for the day. She pulled out a pink chastity and locked it on me. She said if I wanted the key to continue to be good, Mistress Becky might unlock me.
I was dressed up in a loose pink blouse, pants, and robe, all silky pink, with 3-inch slipper heels, and led out to the main floor for hair and makeup. Mistress Alice will be doing your hair and makeup. You will not be tied up for this, provided you are a good girl. Will you be a good girl, sissy? Yes, mistresses, I will be good.
Mistress Alice started going through a color catalog. I asked Mistress if I could look here and maybe help her decide on a color. She said yes. "I love Sabine's hair color," I said. Mistress Alice said it was a beautiful choice. It's also the approved color that Mistress Becky picked. She started mixing the color, and I saw Sabine with hair extensions. While they started on my hair, I felt a face mask applied.
I felt my hands getting worked on while the color was set up. I couldn't see what they were doing. There were two of them working at a fast pace on my nails. I felt pressure from grinding, washing, rinsing, and painting. I felt a new weight on my nails. I was told to not move. The next thing I felt was a marking on my ears. Then I heard a click, then something touching my ear, then a click, and I felt something in my ear. then again to the other ear. I was escorted to the hair dryer with tons of rollers in my hair. My hair is set. I was taken to the makeup room.
Mistress Alice then said, "Now turn the sissy into a woman." Yes, mistress, please. I closed my eyes and enjoyed every brush stroke. I did everything she said without question. This whole time, I never saw a mirror. The final touch was the pedicure.
I was taken to Mistress Lux. Mistress Lux is TS and Asian. She sat me down and started on my feet, soaking, scrubbing, sanding, and filing away at them. She looked at my beautiful gel nails and went to talk to another lady. She came back with this bright pink polish and a couple of rings. What are the rings for, I wondered? She had several rings, and she sized up my toes. A few minutes later, I had five toe rings and polished toenails.
As a final touch, Mistress Sabine sat me back in her chair and then took a needle and ring from her drawer. She then donned black doctor gloves, leaned me back, and pierced my septum. She gave me a beautiful red stone septum ring.
I was escorted to a new room, where I was told to strip once again. I stripped to my bare self. only wearing a pink chastity and a butt plug. Mistress Lux walked in and said, "This is your fate, sissy." With that, she proceeded to show me her shrunken genitalia. The mistress didn't have any testicles at all. Her groin area was very smooth and sexy. I was dumbfounded. She walked over, took my long-nailed hand, and put it on her groin. Feel it, sissy. You're going to be just like this in a year. Is this what you want, sissy? Is it? Tell me, sissy, is it?
Yes, Mistress, I want this. Yes, mistress, please.
Very good, Sissy; let's get you dressed.
I am a bit stocky, but not super heavy. Mistress brought out a corset, bra, pants, pink Spanx, and a pale pink skirt suit. She helped me with the corset and showed me how to put it on. I was then put on pink 5" platform heels.
Mistress Lux said to me, "Look at yourself, sissy." My jaw dropped; I could not believe what I saw. It wasn't me; she said it was you, sweetie. We found the real you inside and let her out. It's you, sweetie; this is the real you, honey. You need to get going, sweetie; you'll be late. I went to pay the bill, and they said, "You're all set, honey." I left a 200-dollar tip.
As I walked out of the salon and onto the street, everything seemed to look, feel, and smell different. As I reached into my purse for my keys, I caught my reflection on the tinted windows of the sexy Audi. "My God, I am a woman," I thought. My eyebrows are so thin. I can't dress like a man without anyone noticing those sexy brows.
I got in, and another note was in the car. I opened it. It said, "Don't bother going back for your male clothes, sweetie; they are gifts for the homeless now." You belong to me now. From now on, only female clothes are for you. I will take good care of you, my sweet sissy girl. Go back to the hotel, rest up a bit, and don't eff up your makeover, honey. Get a drink or two; you'll need it.
I got back to the hotel, and as before, another note It said, "I hope you are having as much fun as I am." I saw you admiring yourself outside through your car windows. You weren't lying about your shoulder width. You look great in D cups, maybe DDs. You and I will meet for dinner downtown at Dutton's Chop House. The address is in the note: "7 p.m." "Don't be late, or this all ends." By the way, you look great, sissy. Kisses.
"Wow, she gave me kisses," I thought. I must keep it up. I stripped down to my underwear, netted up my hair, and set the alarm so I could get a quick nap and get there early to get a drink as instructed. I woke up just before the alarm. I woke up with some discomfort in my crotch. I forgot I was wearing a chastity suit and a butt plug. I went into the bathroom to pee, and I had to remove the plug to do my business. I washed it, lubed it, and replaced it. I carefully touched up my makeup and hair and got dressed. I walked through the lobby of the hotel to the parking garage to see the sexy, sweet Audi. No one looked at me like I was a guy in women's clothes.
I got to the restaurant about 40 minutes early. I checked in for the reservation with the hostess. She invited me to sit at the bar while I waited. I had never ordered a drink as a woman before. The waitress asked me what I wanted. I ordered a Cosmo. My drink was a bit different, but it was very delicious and pink, like my skirt suit. I ordered a second one.
As I started to nurse the second one, the hostess came over to seat me. I was seated at a corner table, facing out over the whole floor. The waitress brought my drink over, and as she spun around to leave, I spotted my mistress. a vision of elegance, but even more lovely than her pictures As she walked across the floor, time seemed to stop, and everyone just started part of her way. She was dressed in a bright red sheath dress that molded to her every curve. Her beautiful blonde hair defied gravity. My jaw was on the floor. She was a goddess in her true form.
The hostess led the way; she came to the table, and I was already standing to greet my mistress for the first time. The hostess said, "Miss Bree." I introduced Mistress Becky. I bowed my head and offered a small curtsey. The mistress smiled at me and said, "Sit, Bree." Without a word, I sat down. As soon as she smiled at me, I knew she was in charge. I waited for her to speak.
Hello, sissy Bree It's been a pleasure to watch your transformation. I trust your spa visit was enjoyable. Yes, Mistress, it was very pleasurable. Thank you very much. The mistresses were very lovely. Are you enjoying the chastity and plug, sweetie? Yes, Mistress. I have a surprise for you, sissy! Mistress, you've done too much. Nonsense Sissy, you already have this one. Mistress? Sissy, do you feel it yet?
Yes, Mistress. Your chastity has a smartphone-activated vibrator. I can activate it from anywhere. Do you like it, sissy? Yes, Mistress, I do. I am happy to hear you say that. How many drinks have you had, honey? 2 Mistress. Good girl. Cosmo's? Yes, Mistress. I am a Cosmo girl too!
The waitress came and took our order; she addressed her as Mistress as well. We had the lobster tail. I was glued to her every word. She talked about what she wants from life and relationships. She went into depth about what to expect when becoming a wife in an FLR with her. She explained that she was in total command. My opinions, requests, and thoughts are listened to and given care and consideration, but her word is final.
By this point, I was very relaxed—more than I had been in a long time. I switched to iced water. I didn't want to get sloppy drunk; I am not a big drinker. She explained to me that, as an Alpha female, she needs real men for very few things. that she desires a beta male as a life partner or wife to handle the domestic roles. She explained how her beta is a 1950s-type housewife with an added sense of fashion.
Her beta would be trained, cared for, and loved. The beta would be cuckolded as well. Beta would be in chastity and plugged in at all times. Beta would be collared with many different kinds to fit the events of the day. Heels would be the new normal for shoes. 3" heels for housework, 4" for shopping, and when ready, 5" or more for evenings out. Almost all clothes are designer. Sissy will have a car and a separate bedroom with a bathroom with an adjoining door to my mistress' suite. You will be provided for, and I expect complete respect and obedience from my wife. You will also be educated. 12 weeks of beauty school and 10 weeks with Mistress Lux You remember her, don't you, Bree? Yes, Mistress!
As she spoke, I was swooning the whole time. Her words kept me aloft. I heard everyone. I loved the entire concept of it all. Beauty school and submissive slave training—all I could do was not jump where I signed up. I wanted to scream "Yes, mistress" in the restaurant, but I held my composure. My chest was aching from the restriction of chastity. Mistress hit the vibration control on my chastity a few times during our conversations, increasing it each time by being playful. I did my best to not flinch, but it was getting more difficult. When my eyes rolled backward in my head, Mistress stopped realizing that I was at my limit and so was the device.
Mistress smiled a very sexy and devilish grin at me, and I just melted and bowed my head. Mistress asked if I wanted coffee, and I said yes, please. I asked Mistress if I could be excused to use the ladies' room. She smiled and said, "Don't be long, sissy, and touch up your lipstick." Yes, Mistress, I said.
