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Meeting My Mistress - Part 1 - Abridged
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Author - Brianna Demonet
This delightful and sweet story written by Brianna will make you smile and I am happy to share it with you. I'm sure you will enjoy it.
Note - This is a - R - Rated story.
It took me two years to write this. I wrote this because of the inspiration of a very special and caring person who supports me and never judges me. Because of her, my creative juices started flowing. It's because of Urban and all the other writers that I continue with this story. It's a long fantasy. Please enjoy the ride with an open mind.
Love, Brianna Demonet,
I was trapped in a domestic hell with no way out. I was searching social media, looking for like-minded individuals who understood my scenario. After a few months, I started chatting with Miss Becky. a cyber mistress with both an understanding of my situation and a keen interest in making me achieve my own personal goals, which lined up with hers.
We chatted intimately, exchanged emails, and sent pictures of what we wanted and needed from one another. never a disagreement. We outlined goals for life and one another. We also outlined what to expect from each other. She explained to me the behavior, appearance, and duties expected of me daily. She also laid out what is expected of me when we have guests.
I had zero problems with any of it; in fact, it made me much more eager to please her. I was falling for her ideas hook, line, and sinker. She knew I was submissive; she knew, without asking, I would never say no.
The mistress asked me about my limits early on. I listed them out for her, and they were very few. and they were very few.
1. No living or long-term caging for me
2. No eating like an animal, eating from animal dishes or eating on the floor.
3. No eating poop or scat.
4. Don't sell me to anyone else.
As her sissy or submissive, I need both a bedroom and my own car. Acar is needed for running all errands while Mistress is at work. I will do grocery shopping, dry cleaning, and any other duties needed.
6. I will be loaned out to her friends for domestic services and other duties. Always listen to her friends as if they were her mistress.
7. To never be put in harm's way. No beatings, super rough sex, or causing physical harm to me
8. Body modification, Mistress and I have a list of things that I will need to do to better serve her. The mistress will share with me the things that will be done. I will be allowed to share my thoughts, ideas, and reasons. The final decision always lies with the mistress. This includes HRT.
9. Guest entertainment: I will be a party favor and party pass-around slut at all parties unless instructed by the mistress.
10. Training: I will be trained in all fashion, deportment, and behavior as a woman and a sissy.
11. At beauty school, I will be required to attend and graduate from beauty school to better understand women and serve Mistress and her guests with spa-quality service.
12. Tattoos and piercings, all decorations The mistress will share ideas with me. I will offer my ideas and concerns. Mistresses' decisions are final. No facial tattoos, except lip coloring, eyeliner, and eyebrows
As you can see, I was falling for a very in-control Alpha female who knows what she wants, needs, and expects from life and those she wishes to share it with. I am captivated by this. There is no way out now, and I don't want one.
Mistress knows she has me; I won't go anywhere or do anything without her approval. I am her doll, sissy, maid, and hopefully her girlfriend.
Needless to say, I was swooning at every correspondence with Mistress Becky. I was checking my social media 20 times a day for messages. It was my release and my lifeline to sanity.
My wife was away with my kids for the weekend. Tragically, there was a massive car accident. A semi blew a front tire on a 2-lane road and hit my family's car and three others. My family was lost. I was devastated. My wife of 16 years and/or four kids are gone in an instant. I was home putting in flooring in the bathroom when the police knocked on the door.
I fell to my knees. I was devastated. They were my life. I felt loss and deep guilt because of this. My family reassured me that it wasn't my fault. All the time, I thought I should have driven. I called my wife's work and told them what happened. I was in a melancholy state when my dad stopped over to check on me.
He got me up and, as all alphas do, took control and threw me in the shower with my pajamas still on. The water was warm, and it was waking me to reality. I started showering, shaving, and getting cleaned up.
He took me to his house for dinner and talked with me for hours. I was starting to crawl out of my dismal state. He arranged for me to spend time with my sister in California and my mom in Miami.
I visited both, and it really helped me. All the time, I was chatting with the mistress. I didn't know it, but my mistress was a psychiatrist. She was recording every message as a visit. I actually told her I'd volunteer to help once; after that, I was in her treatment.
As my visits came to an end and I finally had my wits about me, Mistress asked me to visit. I nearly fell out of my chair. I started typing 100 questions about what I wear and the like.
SLOW Down, sissy! I caught my breath. She gave me the address of a coffee shop in San Francisco. She said to meet her at this time and date and not be late. I will send you instructions, and you must follow the appointment schedule I am sending you. If you fail, you will never hear from me again.
Oh my gosh! I cannot fail her. I got the instructions, which included flight, hotel, rental car, and a schedule of address, times, and point of contact names for each. I was told to treat each one as if it were her, and she would be watching and getting updates on me. I was so excited, I wanted to shout. I didn't.
When I arrived in San Francisco, I was paged for a white telephone. I was instructed to get the rental car and immediately go to the hotel and check-in.
I picked up the rental car; it was a beautiful Audi A4 in bright red. It was beautiful. There was a note on the seat. I opened it to find the instructions for the hotel address for the GPS. The GPS was also programmed with my scheduled appointments and the names of my POCs. The note said to check the trunk before checking in.
I arrived at the hotel almost an hour early. I checked the trunk and found two beautiful Prada bags. One is duffle-sized, and the other is purse-sized. Both bags were full of supplies. Things were so heavy that I had to get a trolley cart to get everything to the room. While checking in, I was given a note at the front desk to call when I got to the room. When I got into my room, it was plush.
The room must have been done up as the mistress ordered. The drapes and bedding were all done up in multiple shades of pink, trimmed with white lace. The bedding was silk and trimmed with satin piping. There was another note and another bag. As I opened the new Chanel bag, it was loaded with makeup.
I opened the new note; it said to open the new bags and to clean myself up both inside and out. It said in caps, "Do not shave anything!" It is repeated: "Do not shave, or this all ends now." I will know if you do. You are being watched by my sister.
I opened the bags to find women's clothes, shoes, heeled slippers, nightgowns, and a silk robe. There was an enema kit, butt plug, and coffee for the enema. I was told to clean inside and out. So I prepared the enema and started my series of enemas. After 2 hours of cleansing, I showered, brushed my teeth, and applied moisturizer to my body as instructed. I dressed and brought the bag of clothes as instructed.
I loaded the car, and the first appointment automatically loaded on the GPS. It was a day spa. I got there 30 minutes early and decided to check in as a precaution. Welcome, Bree; we have been expecting you. We are happy you are early. Miss Becky has much in store for you today. We will start with full-body hair removal. Then a full-body massage, a haircut and color style, and ear and nose piercings after a full set of nails and a pedicure We will then help you dress appropriately for your meeting with Miss Becky.
Do you know about Mistress Becky? I asked. Of course, dear. I am also a mistress; my name is Alice. The salon addresses me as Miss Alice in private, while I prepare you to address me as Mistress. The same goes for all my staff. All my cosmetologists are mistresses. If you resist or disobey any of my girls, we will restrain and punish you, ending all this. Do you understand, Sissy Bree? Yes, Mistress, I understand. Good girl, let's begin.
Comments
BvB
I love this terrific story. But unfortuatly i can not load part 10. Thank you Brianna love you for that story
Brianna Demonet
For everyone, there's much more to come. Thank you for all the ❤️'s. It means the world to me. A special thank you to Urban for her continued support.
