Meeting my Mistress part 11.2

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Ian and Carol take off early. We lag behind about 3 minutes. I call Ian's prepay. Do you have a tail?

I don't see one. Ian said.

Look for a silver Impala. Okay, I got it.

When you drop off Carol, go gas up the cars. Then come back and fuel mine and yours. See if they follow you. I said

Gotcha Bree. Ian said.

We get home, and while Ian fuels the cars, I take a look at the security camera. Interesting they swapped cars and theirs are 2 now. A silver Impala and a white Altima. I also see a surveillance van in the back.

They are stepping it up. I wave to Carol and my wife to the office. Once secured. I inform them of the change in surveillance and warn them about parabolics (a device that picks up outside conversations).

Carol, I need to ask. Is it okay to send Terry to Reno first before coming here?

Sure, why?

They don't know of him yet. Terry can pick up the equipment before they start watching him. Does he have cash?

Sure why?

He'll need to pay cash for everything. He may not have that much.

Have Dad wire the money to him. It's the safest way at the moment; we can reimburse him later.

Sounds good, Bree! I will call him and Terry and set it up.

Thanks, Carol.

Mistress Becky told Carol about the melting pot. I told them about the coffee recon with Rick. I also mentioned that Rick asked me to dinner. I explained that he was a gentleman. I sensed he was lonely.

I also mentioned that he's similar to Ian. Strong, protective, and loyal. Maybe we can find him a partner.

How very perceptive of you! Mistress Becky said.

Is Nurse Mary single? Yes, without a man or a sister. Speaking of which, you still plan to be her sissy for her Mistress Certification exam.

Yes, Mistress, unless you change your mind. It's my Coven duty.

She really has learned her place! Said Carol. She has earned her visit to Linda Lace, said Carol.

Yes, she has said Mistress Becky.

May I ask about this visit?

Sure, you can ask away. But no one will tell you. Bree said, Carol. Trust me, no one will hurt you, and it isn't illegal. You will have to submit to Ms. Lace and trust her.

I will say this! Becky and I will be with you. Carol said.

Where's Ian? Asked Mistress Becky.

He went gas up the cars, I said.

I will start dinner with your permission, my wife.

What are you making?

Chef Salad and breadsticks.

Well, get to it!

Yes, my wife.

Carol, You better call your dad and Terry.

Consider it done, Becky.

I am just finishing the salads when Ian rolls in.

Bree, did you start dinner?

Yes, Ian, it's almost ready.

Thanks, sweetheart.

No problem, hero; I give him a sexy smile. He sets the table without a word. Ian grabs the wine, the glasses, and the watercraft. The four of us sit as a family.

Carol talks about her trip today. She mentioned that was an expensive trip today. I hope the client has deep pockets.

He paid me a six-figure retainer. Of course, I am the only attorney who said yes. This woman needs to go down. Not just for what she did. She makes FLR relationships look bad.

Between that assault on my client and several more things, she managed to cover up. She is going to get what she deserves. The state court postponed a criminal trial based on evidence. Becky said.

They said it would be biased to prosecute a criminal case before a divorce trial. That's the first I heard of it. Now all this surveillance only made me more determined to nail her to the wall.

I hear you, Becky; we have to be careful, said Carol.

Based on what you've seen, Carol, do you think we will need more resources? At the moment, I am not sure. I have a name or two. But if I bring them in, I will run them. They will have no direct contact with you or the firm. Said Carol.

Do it. I trust you! Becky said.

Ian, can I see you in the kitchen? I need Bree too.

Of course, Mistress.

Ian looks at me and winks. I wink back and blow a kiss.

Bree, darling, get ready for bed in that hot pink lace bodysuit. And meet me in my room.

Yes, my wife.

Bree wants you clean and fresh!

Yes, Mistress.

I start the water and pull out the bodysuit. I didn't realize it until now, but it's crotchless. I give myself two enemas, then a rose water douce. I wash my hair and pull it back in a banana clip.

My bangs dangle right at my eyebrows. I put on my makeup in a very sexy, demure style. Brush my teeth. Save my lips for last with a hot pink ombre style. I changed my nail polish to match using the UV nail dryer she bought me. 30 minutes later, I walk through our adjoining door.

She looks at me and says, Is your clitty ready to do its duty?

Yes, Mistress. Are you my wife?

Yes, Mistress.

Are you my sissy bitch?

Yes, Mistress.

She spreads her long creamy smooth legs. I see her hairless heaven between them. I lick my lips.

She said okay, see, make me believe it. Make me pregnant. Worship your goddess.

I start at her toes, sucking each one with passion. I work my way to her honey pot; there I put my split tongue to work. I build her up and keep her wet and on the edge, careful not to make her orgasm. I want her cranked up.

This is the only time I am in command. I love it, relish it, and take this duty as seriously as any duty. Breeeee!, Breeeeeee!, OH MY GOOD!. The first orgasm, she grabs my hair, pulling me to her face.

Kissing me, licking me, pulling my hair all the time—she looks me dead in the eye. Get to work now.

I am making love to her; she says harder, harder. I am going all out. She shakes to a second orgasm. I shoot deep inside her. I continue pumping until I am dry. My mistress, my goddess wife, assumes her conception position.

I begin licking, sucking, and kneading her full breasts and nipples. Mistress strokes my hair, running her fingers through my curls.

Bree sweetie?

Yes, my wife, you are becoming a wonderful lover. Thank you, my goddess; it's my privilege to serve you.

She pulls my head from her breast and kisses me deeply with both force and love. All I can do is respond. Mistress rolls me on my side, spooning from behind; she massages my limp clitty softly, whispering your clitty will make all our dreams come true, baby girl.

We will build the future for our coven together. Our girls will become FLR leaders. Your seed will help crush the patriarchy that has pushed our society into turmoil. Our girls, our Coven, will be a force of change.

A stabilizing force for society to become accepting, welcoming, and loving. Our girls will help win the war of hate and close-mindedness that have plagued mankind for over 4 million years.

Bree, your seed is precise, as are you, my love. Your power lies in your seed and your devotion to the Coven. As she whispers and strokes my clitty, I become rock hard again.

Bree, You have no idea what this means to me. You are my greatest gift, my love. Take me, ravish me, and bless me with your juices, my love.

I knew Mistress liked me and perhaps fell in love with me at some point. I knew I was madly in love with her and my new life. She saved me, saved my life. She lifted me out of a despair that no one but her knew.

She may have taken advantage of my situation, but she didn't take advantage of me, ever. I submitted my free will to her and her alone. She gave me everything I dreamed about; we dreamed about together in our internet chats.

Now here I am on top of a goddess with my own cup, lots of ink, and piercings. Wearing sexy women's wear. She is asking me to rebuild my family. How could I say no? Carol approves. In fact, I think she wants to have nieces to spoil again.

Yes Mistress, I slide my clitty inside her. She moans softly. I begin my motions. She tightens and releases in time with my body. Mistress is a masterful lover. I continue slowly increasing. Cum inside me Bree. Let me feel your juices flow inside me.

I cum rather quickly. But it's a lot. I continue as Mistress starts building to another orgasm; as she reaches hers, I reach mine. All the time trying to keep her on her orgasmic wave, I cum again. I slow down a bit. She bites my lip.

Keep going, bitch; don't you dare stop. We roll on our sides, facing each other, and I speed up. Oh ya there there, she cries out. Yes, oh, yes, I feel her shake and spasm in my arms as I continue with all my stamina. I feel a flood of juices cover me. I increased my motion harder and harder and cum once more.

After more than an hour and three orgasms of my own, I am spent. Mistress assumes her special position again, and I request to get ready for bed. Yes, sweetie, you do that. When done, change my sheets while I shower.

Yes, mistress.

I finish my shower and another enema. Just in case Ian decides he needs it in the morning. When I come back to Mistress's bedroom, she's already in the shower. I strip the bed and change the sheets. I walk in the shower and wash her back.

I caress her body in ways that can only be described as worship. She responds with moans of pleasure. I never tire of her moans. It's like music to me.

Mistress says, Oh Bree I love the way you touch me. Your fingers are magic to me. Thank you, sweet sister.

I dry us both off and add a touch of perfume. I slide in facing my wife. She kisses me, rolls me on my side, spoons me, nibbles my ear, then kisses me goodnight.

Goodnight, my wife. We drifted off asleep and spooned together as one.

5 am, Ian wakes me. Saying nothing, he quietly leads me to my bedroom. He lifts me and lays me on the bed face down, propping up my backside. His soft, strong hands lube my silky backside. I feel his powerful body move into position.

As he entered me, I let out a very soft moan of pleasure. He knows exactly what to do. As I adjust his size and moan and begin to push back. Gosh, he makes me feel like a woman. My eyes roll back, and my muscles clench him tightly. Gosh, I love this so much.

Not just Ian, my life. Almost 4 months ago, I was a wreck. Now I am a part of a family, a new lifestyle, a new person with a new life. Ian rolls me on my shoulders, my legs hanging over my breasts. My hole is straight up. He positions me for his trademark piledriver.

I am ready. He enters me again, pushing in fully. Allows me to adjust and get used to the feeling. Each stroke seems lingering and deeper than the last. His rhythm increases slowly. He's like a machine picking up the pace slowly and in tune.

His motion is magical. I have already built one and am starting to build another one. I think Ian has cum once already, and he's still driving deep inside me. My body shakes.

I start to spasm just like Mistress Becky. He feels it; he winks and smiles his sexy smile, never losing an ounce of motion. My wife and I are so lucky to have him, my hero Ian! My moans get a bit louder but still soft in the very quiet house.

I see a dim light by the door as the pile driving continues. I have cum three times now. As I open my eyes, I see Ian staring at the door. It's Carol and Mistress Becky in a sexy embrace with one another.

They kiss as they watch this. Adonis ravishes me while I'm upside down. I feel his body, his power, his control. I am his bitch; I love it. I should be embarrassed, but I'm not. I proudly lay there singing the moans of a sex-mad slut aching to please her man.

As I build to a fourth orgasm. It's just dribbling, but it covers my face. Ian just continues to ravish me. Carol and Mistress are really petting and kissing aggressively now. I feel Ian swell inside me, and I cry, Yes! I feel the flow of his seed flowing within me.

Ah! He cries. He enters me fully to soften inside me. He knows how much I love that. Ian bends down over me and kisses me. I return his kiss proudly. He lifts me and sits me up on the bed.

Bree, you were magnificent.

Me? Ian, you're a god amongst men. I reach out, pull him close, and kiss him again. Carol is beaming at me.

Bree, if I had any doubts before about you fitting in, I don't, not anymore. Carol said.

Bree, that was some of the most beautiful live sex I've ever witnessed. Ian, I need you to have a serious conversation with my husband about this; I want to be done that way too, says Carol.

Yes Mistress, Ian says.

Oh Mistress I forgot my service this morning.

Bree, It's okay. Ian asked if he could borrow you this morning, and I okayed it.

Thank you, Mistress.

You're welcome, honey.

Well, everyone, we have another busy day. Said Becky.

Ian starts coffee, and then everyone showers and changes.

Let's move it.

Carol holds Becky's hand as they disappear through the bedroom door.

I decided to shower alone. After my shower and enema, my curls are looking limp. Decide to use the straightener. Mistress Lux showed it to me a while back before curling my hair.

It takes me about 20 minutes. I do my makeup in soft purples (my favorite color). I put on some false eyelashes to add some depth and a bit of a wow factor. I added a purple ombre lip color.

As we eat, I get a call from Terry on my prepay. I take it to the office.

Hi Terry!

Hi Uncle Brock, I mean Aunt Brianna.

I giggle softly.

Sorry, Aunt Brianna. It's okay, sweetie, what's up?

I am on the road. It's a long drive; I should have what we need tonight.

That's great Terry, if you think we need more or have any extra travel expenses, make sure you save your receipts. No speeding. Stay off the main highways.

I will have to spend a night on the road. I won't be there until Thursday, Terry said.

Do not come to the house. When you get in town, check in at the Fairmont. There will be keys and parking passes for the firm. Get the firm no later than 5:30 am. Oh, and by the way, I know you drove the ZL‐1.

When you get to the hotel, rent a car. Something plain, Chevy, Toyota, Honda, or the like. There's a credit card in the package too. Use it sparingly. We will meet at the firm when we get there.

Once there, do not leave. I left instructions in the server room for you.

Yes, Aunt Bree.

Goodman, I love you, kiddo.

I love you too, Terry. if you can't make it by 5:30 am Thursday morning, call me here on this phone only. You'll get more instructions when you arrive.

Shouldn't be a problem. Terry said.

Thanks, sweetie.

Keith will be here on Thursday morning, said Ian.

Have him rent a car and drive right to the firm and leave an envelope with the rental company, said Mistress Becky.

Yes, Mistress, said Ian.

Bree, I am worried that all this activity will tip them. It's possible, Mistress, but with the rental cars and Terry staying at the hotel, I doubt it.

It will look more like a temp worker than a network specialist.

Becky hasn't seen Terry since before college. Won't she be surprised to see the Eddy Vedder wannabe?

We load up as before. I check the security cameras. Two cars today. Interesting; they still haven't shown a sign of us noticing them. A van in front and back.

Ian says okay, ladies, let's load up.

As before, we leave for the offices. The tails are typical. We take the same route, spaced 5 minutes behind Ian picking up the coffee as before. Things were busy at the office when we arrived.

Several SF detectives and an inspector visited. All were previously scheduled on Ms. Stapleton's calendar.

I announce appointments and take her calls. Her first assistant, Judy, a very quiet but polite woman, is not only her assistant but a first-class paralegal.

Judy is in her late 20s or early 30s. Judy isn't Coven, as far as I know. She was cleaning windshields on the street when Mistress found her. Becky was about to hand her $20 and her card to call her when a man saw the cash and tried to carjack Becky.

Judy started hitting him with her squeeze. Between that and Becky's quick strike to his nose, he ran off. Becky told her to get in. Now Judy almost runs the office.

She's quiet but very efficient. She uses emails and the Outlook calendar with great skill. I follow her lead in office operations. I treat her as my superior.

I call her Ms. Judy. It makes her smile.

Judy isn't ugly far from it. But she has almost no fashion or makeup style at all. She does have great taste in shoes. She rocks in 5" and 6" heels all day with great legs she hardly shows. Oh well, none of my business.