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Meeting my Mistress - Chapter 20
🕑 Added 2024-12-19 13:30:49 +0000 UTCAfter hanging up with Judy, I smile. Then I think of my happiness and realize someone close to me isn't happy right now. I walk back downstairs.
Mistress Becky, may I see you upstairs, please?
Yes, Bree, everyone, please excuse us. We walk upstairs.
We walk into my room; I close both doors. Bree, what's up?
Mistress Ian was hit hard by the baby news.
Are you sure, Bree?
Yes, Mistress, very sure. Mistress, you told me part of my duties is to keep Ian happy; he isn't happy.
I will talk to him, Bree; he's important to me, to all of us.
Mistress, I have an idea.
Bree, what do you have in mind?
I laid it out for her. Okay, Bree, I'm game. Let's get things ready. What are you going to wear?
My yellow latex maid's outfit with the yellow opera-length gloves and my white thigh-high platform boots with 8" heels.
Bree, isn't that a semi-transparent one?
I smile my sexiest smile.
Oh! Mistress says! That should get his heart started.
That's the plan, Mistress. Well, we better get you ready. 20 minutes later, Mistress and I have me dressed and polished. Quite literally polished,
Mistress helped me polish my latex maid dress, boots, and gloves. She rubs polish all over me. Her polishing motions are driving me wild.
Oooohhhh I moan as she goes across my nipples. She reaches under my extra heavy tape and tucks. She flicks my clitty head. Mmhhhpp as I try to hold back my moaning. Ahhh, Bree, you're wet! Yee, yesss. Mmmm, stress is ah.
Oh, baby, if we didn't have a man in need of you. You'd be being bitched right now! Mmhf. I cum in her hand; she presents it. I lick her hand clean.
Good girl, she says with that smile I love. You really would do anything for me, wouldn't you? Becky asked.
Yes, Mistress!
Good girl. I'm going to send Ian upstairs. I want to take very good care of him. Make sure he cums twice at least. If it's in your sweet hole, I want you to wear a tampon. Yes, Mistress.
Mistress Becky sends Ian upstairs. I am bent over the toilet and bidet.
Bree, what's wrong?
He asks as I can feel his eyes on my ass.
Take a look, Ian. He bends over the top of me looking for something that isn't there.
What are you looking at?
I stand slowly and spin. You big boy! I planted a huge, deep kiss.
Uhh Bree! We can't until tonight. Ian, sweetheart, that's a Monday-through-Friday rule.
Bree!
Ian, strip! Now!
You're no domme; you can't order me. You know you're right. I guess I should drain the bath I drew for you.
Bath for me?
Yes, silly. It's fine; I'll drain it. Sorry to trouble you; I act sad.
No, no, don't do that. I'll get in on one condition.
Name it! You bathe me. That's the idea, handsome.
For the next hour, I wash/worship his manly body. He's finally relaxing.
Bree?
Yes, my love.
Why am I here?
Because I saw your sad face when Mistress Becky announced she was pregnant. Ian, I do love you. You are the heartbeat of this home; we need you to be happy. Becky and I need you. I can see it hurts you. We never want to hurt you.
Mistress Becky wants children and girls. You will have your time, she told me. We need you to be the father, the man of our family. I am sorry you feel passed over.
I want you to know we don't disrespect you; quite the opposite. Time is running out for me, and you're still young and very virile. Ian, you mean so much to us; you don't even know.
What do I mean to you, Bree?
To me? Just about everything. You care for me and teach me things every day. You love me like I love you. Your presence gives me a security I've never known before. When we make love, I feel like I am the only one in the world. I feel like a woman, free to express myself sexually; even if you dominate me, I still feel it.
You're all man. Ian, our man. I don't see Ms. Becky hunting for men. Carol has never strayed from her husband except you. Yes, he knows. And he likes that you take care of her.
I brought you up here so you know right away I care about you and care how this makes you feel. Mistress Becky told me months ago to keep you happy. It's a responsibility I take seriously and with great pleasure.
You must know I love you.
Yes, Bree, I do, and I love you too.
I love Ms. Becky.
I am going to need your help with our baby. Are you okay with that?
Bree, I am very okay with that.
I will be a great caretaker.
Ian, I want you to be the father, more than that, a loving dad. I will be Bree, but I may need some help.
Anything, my love, anything! I said softly.
We kiss deeply; I stand up and towel him off. Gosh, he's so hot. I lovingly wrap his towel around his waist. Then kiss him again.
He lifts me and says, Girl, you lost some weight. You're much lighter than I remember. I kissed him again. He carries me to my bed.
He playfully throws me on the bed and says, Are you ready to feel like my woman?
Yes, hero, take me and make yours again.
Ian straddles my face, and I begin pleasuring my man. My head is pinned against the bed as he parts my lips with his manhood. His tool is so big I can barely breathe. I commit to pleasing my man.
It's over 5 minutes of this oral service. He rolls me over. Face down, ass up. I feel his hands, one spreading my cheek, the other lubing me up. All I can think is yes, please impale me. I feel 3 fingers then 4.
I feel his manhood slide across my wanting sweet hole. I flex my hole on his erection as he slides across my hole. He pushes as I flex open. His magnificent tool slides in as I was made for him.
I bite my pillow as he begins his impalement. It stretches me, but it feels so good having my Ian inside me. I moan like a girl squeaking and squealing. He loves it.
I try to concentrate on tightening my hole on entry and relax and release as I pull back. He's starting to grunt now! That's new! I work harder trying to tighten and relax.
He's getting worked up now, but I want him to last longer. I get up on all fours, and arch my back into him. I stand on my knees. I turn my head and purse my lips. He kissed me, never stopping, but it slowed him a little. I want my man to be fully satisfied.
He pushes me flat. Withdrawing momentarily, then thrusting inside again. He lies on my back and lies on me. He turns us both to our side. He begins thrusting again. I keep pulsating my hole, aching for more.
His huge balls slap my cheek as he continues to ravish me. His thrust is powerful, lustful, and somehow as hard as the thrust, as powerful as his efforts in his strong embrace. I still feel loved as he continues to impale my body.
All the time, I keep thinking, Tighten up and make your man happy and make him work. Make him want more. I play with my nipples. I rotate my head and grasp his, fishing for a kiss.
He responds by kissing me. I suckle a stray finger, exciting him. I feel him swell within me. Cum inside me, my love, Seed me, breed me, I say as I moan and squeal like a virgin.
He grunts repeatedly over and over as I feel the warm flow of his man juice within me. It's so warm and wonderful. I slide forward and spin to thank my man for cleaning his manhood.
Ian thinks we're done, hardly!
I began my oral service as Carol told me. On her advice, I use my special tongue and bring him to life quickly. Gosh, what, man! He lifts me and sets me on top of his god-like tool.
Time to cowgirl, baby girl, he says.
I love it when you call me baby girl, I said.
He smiles and says, And I love it when you call me Hero!
You are my hero, my love.
He lowers me onto his 12" member. I began bouncing up and down. My hole has a mind of its own, pulsing with time as I ride this horse-like tool.
A passing thought: what would Judy think seeing me now? I smile at the thought.
Oh, no, I cry; I am cumming.
Come, Bree, come, he says. Ooooo, Gawd Breeee, he shoots inside me a second time as I cum on 6-pack abs.
I let him soften inside me as I flex on his ever-softening tool. I collapse on his firm chest. He wraps his powerful arms around me. His grip on me is strong but protective.
Ian, I do love you, I say.
I love you, Bree, you special, he says.
You're equally special to my love.
He tightened his squeeze a bit more, and I kissed his neck and cheek. He scooches me up face to face.
I really mean it, Ian. You are a very special man, Ian.
I need you; we need you.
We need you too, Bree. Since you arrived, this house has never been happier.
Ian, since I arrived, I have never been happier.
Bree, I know I may seem down about things. I will get through it. I need you and Ms. Becky to understand our children will be safe and happy as long as I'm around.
I will love them as I love you both. Boys and girls, they will be loved by me as their dad. I kiss him deeply, not saying a single word. I just smile. I look at the clock; it's a little after 11 am.
Well, these sheets are a mess, I say.
Let me help, said Ian.
We stripped the bed. Then Ian, being Ian, we need to flip your mattress.
Can I help?
No, I don't want you breaking a nail. Seriously, it will hurt. If you break one, Ms. Becky will kill us both.
Okay, you're the boss, I say. After the flip, we fix the bed skirt.
We really should do everyone's sheets.
Ian says okay, but don't you think you should put something on first?
I threw on my yellow bodysuit I wore this morning and my yellow silk robe.
In 30 minutes, we have Carol's, Becky's, and Keith's rooms done and made. Ian runs a bath for us as I just finished Keith's room. Ian's already in the tub. He added bath milk and lemon juice.
As I sit, he hits the jets. I cuddle with him. We wash each other. He's careful of my hair. Gosh, what a man. It's a quick bath; we towel each other off. Carrying down the sheets and towels, we start both washers.
Carol says working on Sunday.
Ian says, I hate laundry sitting around.
You're quite a guy, Ian! You could teach my husband a thing or two.
Mistress Becky smiles and says, Bree, are you wearing it? Yes, Mistress, I lift my robe and pull the thong to the side in the kitchen. I present the string to my tampon. She says, That's my girl.
Thank you, Mistress.
Ian, we will have company coming over in less than an hour. Can whip up pitchers of strawberry margaritas and iced tea?
Of course, Mistress. Will the guest be staying for dinner?
Yes.
How many?
12.
How does Italian grilled chicken sound, Mistress?
Great, she said.
I was thinking of spinach and baked potatoes.
Sounds perfect, Ian, thank you. Becky said.
Bree, give me a hand. Ian said.
Coming!!! I say in a musical voice.
I retrieve the potatoes from the pantry and start washing them. I let them soak in water, and I start prepping the boneless, skinless chicken breasts. I rinse them, then soak them in Italian dressing and set them to the side. This whole time Ian is making the drinks.
Margaritas are a lot of work. Especially when you make them fresh like he does. 3 pitchers of iced tea are already brewing, and a pitcher and a half are already in the first of the 2 fridges.
I chop up some onions, green and red peppers, and some portabella mushrooms and set them aside for sautéing later.
Ian sees it and says, Great idea, Bree.
I just smile.
I'll get the rest of this. Bree. You better get that sweet ass upstairs and change into a bikini. Our guest will be here soon.
I look around. Keith is in the office reviewing security footage. Alexis, Carol, and Becky are gone. Oh shit, I think to myself. I hustle upstairs and find a bag on my bed. I opened it to find a brand new string bikini.
It doesn't leave much to the imagination. It is slightly wide in front but has a lower cut in back, a 1/2" wide string that Y's out at the top of the back. Hot pink trimmed with black strings and small black hearts in front and a small one in the back.
It's almost humiliating to wear, but I love it! I find my white sheer swimsuit wrap and my pink and cork 6" wedge sandals. I retape and tuck myself. I put on my sissy anklet with rhinestone hearts and the sissy emblem.
It took me several tries at the top, but I got it perfect. I put on false eyelashes and go a bit heavy on my eyeliner and a dark and hot pink smokey eyeshadow and my signature pink ombre lip color, or DSL as Ian calls them (dick-sucking lips).
I strut downstairs; Ian and Keith are outside, oiling up the ladies when the doorbell rings. I answer the door, and Alice, Sara, and Terry are at the door.
I noticed Terry now has 3 earrings in each lobe. The bottom holes have 2" hoops and studs on the left side of his nose. I think nothing of it at first; who am I to judge?
As I welcome them in, I see Sabine, Lisa, and Sophia driving in.
Greetings, Mistress Alice, I say. Bree, there's a bag in my trunk. Please take it to your room.
Yes, Mistress.
Bree, do you have a place we can change? asks Sara. In my room, I grab Alice's bag and greet my arriving mistress. Greetings, my Mistress, I say and curtsey. They smile hello, Bree, they say almost in unison.
You may change in Mistress Becky's room if you wish. Mistress is already by the pool. Thank you, Bree.
I take the bag to my room as instructed. Sara and Terry are changing in my bathroom. The door is wide open as I walk in.
Is everything okay?
Aunt Bree!
Terry is in his boxers, and Sara is naked.
How many times have I told you you want privacy to close the door?
Besides, it's my room! Oh my, Terry, what did you do? When did you get those done?
What?
Young man, I know your body. For goodness sake, I changed your diapers.
Sara speaks up. I did that with Mistress Alice's and Terry's approval.
How many piercings did you get? When?
When was this morning said, Sara?
How many?
I kind of lost count. Terry said.
I'm counting 10 at the moment.
Oh, he has much more than ten! Sara said, grinning.
I count 5 on his ears and nose, 4 more for nipples, and the double navel.
He now has a Prince Albert and 3 dermal piercings on each of his hip bones.
So you're telling me he has 16 new piercings? All this morning? I'm still in shock.
(I am the last person to criticize.)
Terry But why so many so fast?
He's got 18; he has a frenum and guiche as well. They're very sexy, said Sara.
She moves in and kisses him. Sara's blonde hair and emerald green eyes affect him.
Lisa did say she had a special girl for him. I never realized it would be Alice's sissy Sara. Think to myself, this is going to be an interesting afternoon and evening.
So, you two have an item now?
Yes, Aunt Bree.
When and where did you meet?
The salon yesterday morning, Bree! Sara said.
Aunt Lisa made an appointment for me yesterday morning; Sara cut my hair and gave me a body wax. Aunt Alice said she needed the training. Terry explained.
Sara? I said in a questioning manner.
Mistress Alice needed a model for me to train on, and Mistress asked if I could do it this morning. I jumped at the chance. She told me she asked Mom about using me as a model for Sara. Terry said.
Who asked who out? I asked.
I asked Aunt Alice for permission. Sara said she belonged to Alice and that she is a sissy.
So she was upfront about it?
Yes, Bree. I liked Terry from the moment I laid eyes on him. Being owned, I had to be honest. I couldn't believe Mistress said yes to him taking me out. Sara said.
Where did you two go?
Melting Pot for dinner, I love fondue. He took me to a club; we danced all night.
I am happy for you both. I said.
Sara, a word, please? I asked.
We walk out to my room, and I close the bathroom door.
Sara, what are your intentions here?
Oh, Bree, he's the sweetest man ever. I intend to be his woman.
Really? You're an owned sissy, sworn into the Coven. You must know you two will be tested repeatedly; yes, Bree, I do.
Does Terry know?
Mistress Alice and Lisa told him he'd be given some tests.
But does he understand what that means? I asked.
We do! Sara said.
But for a regular person, it can be a shocker.
Bree, I like him more than anyone ever before.
Okay, don't say I didn't warn you. I hope you warned him. I said flatly.
The three of us head downstairs; I lead with the happy couple behind me.
Sara says Bree, I just love your ink; who did it?
Ms. Lace. I love her work; she won several awards for her work.
Thinking to myself, Maybe someday I'll show them my latest tattoo, but this isn't the time or place.
Terry is only wearing swimming trunks, and Sara has on a white bikini with a thong. She has a very trim body. She has a B-cup breast for now. She's very attractive. The only tattoo work she has is her eyeliner.
As I study the eyeliner, it almost seems to be a Coven requirement to have tattooed eyeliner. All the mistresses have it too. Becky and Carols are more subtle but still sexy.
