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Meeting my Mistress part 11.1

Added 2024-10-21 13:38:08 +0000 UTC

NOTE - Read the first Tan chapters of this story to get a good understanding of it.

Written by Brianna Demonet, the story revolves around a man in a submissive relationship with a dominant cyber mistress, Miss Becky, whom he met online. He willingly becomes captivated by her strict rules and lifestyle expectations, finding purpose in pleasing her. The relationship evolves as he adheres to Miss Becky's guidelines, which include domestic duties, appearances, body modifications, and serving her and her friends.

I wake up in my wife's bed at 5:02 a.m. I race to my bathroom to clean up. I go to wake Carol. She's not in her room. She's with Ian. I smile and giggle quietly.

I wake them at 5:40 a.m. At 5:45 a.m., I wake my wife with my services early. I know it's early, but we have lots to do today. I love waking my wife orally. She loves it as much as I do.

After 20 minutes and 5 orgasms, she's up. She says to me, You're better than coffee in the morning. She smiles and winks. I smile back.

She looks at the clock. Bree why so early.

We have to get 4 people ready! We all have to leave for the office at the same time. Besides, Carol needs an early start; she's going to be in the air most of the day. I said

Good point, honey.

I warmed your shower, my wife.

Thank you, Bree.

I went back to my bedroom to shower and pick out a skirt suit. I lay three out on the bed.

I think you'll be a baller in the pink pencil skirt suit.

I turn wearing just a bra and panties with clitty untucked.

Its Carol!

Oh, my Bree!

What?

Your ink!

I am so jealous! Said Carol.

Really?

Let me look at you!

She closes the hall door. I love this Hena style. She takes off my bra. Oh, I love those pierced nipples. Too bad you won't be able to breastfeed.

Dr Channel said it shouldn't be a problem. I said.

Really? Well, she would know.

Your body is looking great. Better than when you came home from the clinic. Carol said.

Mistress Lux has a brutal workout program. I said.

It shows. I love the double-pierced Naval. Will you be getting any more piercings? Carol asked.

I want to, but that's ultimately up to my wife.

Carol, I worry for her. This case is huge. It means everything to you here, said Carol.

I am really going to need my nephew's help too.

Is it that serious?

Yes, Carol. What I initiated is a good start, but it's a band-aid of sorts. We need evidence to find out who planted the devices. Outside the coven and family, I trust no one. Be careful today.

Make sure to leave each airport and come back an hour later. Try to avoid places with cameras if possible. I doubt they'll follow you on a plane of their own. But they will track times and movements, and airport security cameras?

Really?

That's what I'd do. Get a coffee or bite to eat on your card. Don't stay too long in any one place. And don't take a cab. Rent a car. Cabs have cameras. Stay on the outskirts of town; do not drive in the city.

Again, too many cameras.

Bree, aren't you being paranoid?

Carol, what's the punishment for breaking and entering, illegal wire, and network tapping? Adding to the fact it's a law firm to boot? Is it a federal offense?

Yes, Bree, it is.

Say 15–20 years in prison?

About that or each offense, Carol answered.

So if you are a person who hires a PI/security firm that goes to this length to gather information, how much further do you think they'll go? I asked

If they are cops moonlighting, they'll have access to all security cameras they want. The only safe assumption we can make is they know everything up to now. Carol responded.

Carol, Becky got blindsided. I don't know how. Something tells me that's never happened. The more movements you make today, the harder it will be to track. It raises more questions and keeps them busy and guessing. It's also in front of them. I explained.

They are here to gather intelligence. The only thing they aren't counting on is counterintelligence. This is where I come in. We watch them from a distance while we go about day-to-day activities.

We can vary a bit here and there, but it needs to be random. They need to know it. We can't make it obvious, but we can't hide it. I said.

Are you scared, Bree? Carol asked with concern.

For me, no?

For Becky, the Coven, you, yes. I am sorry I have to drag Terry into this, but he's very good at what he does, and he's the only one I trust.

Terry can take care of himself. Carol stated.

True, but it's still a lot to ask, I said.

Terry will be fine, Bree. We all will.

I hope you are right, Carol. Because the last time I saw surveillance like this, it was a drug cartel.

Carol, do you have your Glock?

Yes always.

Good, keep it on you.

Carol?

Yes?

I love you.

I love you, sis!

We air kiss. I put on my white cami, white Slik Channel short-sleeved blouse, and pink pencil skirt suit. I put on my white stay-up stocking and matching pink Jimmy Choo 4" heels.

I grab my big white saddlebag purse and small white backpack purse. I put on my shoulder holster and checked my Glock 40.

As I put on my Blazer, my wife walks in.

Bree I love that about you. Thank you, my wife. Is the gun necessary? Becky asked

I think so!

Ian walks in. Morning Mistress, Bree.

Morning Ian.

Morning Hero I wink.

Bree, I have a question.

Yes?

Vest and gun again?

Yes, until the threat is gone. Ian, I suggest we take Mistress Becky's car and mine both from now on. You leave early with Becky.

For most direct routes, Carol and I will be a few minutes behind. If we drive two cars, we can tell what kind of surveillance they run. Plus, Carol and I are both carrying too.

Ian prepares fruit, coffee, and English muffins. We prepare for new roles and responsibilities. I laid out the itinerary for Carol. We all agree to take 2 cars. Mistress's law firm has a secure underground garage.

Mistress Becky had a great idea. Ian drives Carol in her Audi A-8, and I drive Becky in my A-4. With the blacked-out windows in all our cars, the surveillance team(s) won't know who's in which car.

We start out as always. The only difference is Mistress leaves with me 5 minutes behind. I call Ian on the burner. How's your 6? I have one tail car. 4 cars back. A black sedan, a Camara.

Ian said.

Take Carol to Caribou Coffee and walk in to get 8 coffees. See if they follow and wait for you.

Will do, Bree; you be careful, Bree.

You too, hero; see you at the office.

Clever Bree, very clever!

Thank you, my wife.

Do we have a tail today? But I suspect we will have one tomorrow. Mistress, does the Coven have parking passes for the firm parking garage?

Yes, why?

I need to outfit their cars in case they are tailing them. Whoever is behind all this isn't playing very dirty yet. But the more documentation we have, the better.

Bree, I am almost certain I know who it is.

I am sure you do, my wife. However, the longer we can keep them passive, the better.

Ms Stapleton?

Yes, Bree?

I need you to do something for Ian and me.

Name it baby girl.

The offices are bugged.

I need you to interview Ian and me and hire us. A ruse for the bug. The more obvious and normal, the better. We will also need to come up with a coded meeting time. For now, just keep everything between us.

I know exactly how I am going to handle this, honey. I have a plan to flush them out. For now, only Carol and I will know about it. Mistress said.

If it's one thing both know, it's the political game. Sounds great, Ms. Stapleton.

Ms. Stapleton, have you met the lead attorney yet?

No, as a matter of fact I haven't.

I do know there is a whole team. At least four that I know of. Becky said.

I never thought I'd be running an op like this again, especially as a pre‐op sissy wife.

Bree honey, I cannot begin to express how grateful I am to have you here with me, especially now.

Thank you, Ms. Stapleton, I smile and blush.

Bree, I never asked, What was your rank in the service?

I was enlisted for the first 6 years. On my last South American tour, I was battlefield commissioned as a 2nd Lt.

I was promoted to 1st Lt shortly before I was discharged.

Wow, what got you promoted like that?

A very big cluster fuck!

Our outpost was overrun by Cartel soldiers. Our officers were killed and our sergeant was wounded. I took action with my friends Samurai and Slayer. Together we saved 15 of our people, 2 DEA agents, and the classified intel.

Slayer got our people on the choppers. Samuri and I had to hike into Columbia. We had no choice. Samuri and I were the only two cleared to handle the Intel. Detail withstanding, we made it to a special forces encampment.

From there, we evacuated to Panama.

Samuri, Slayer, and I were debriefed for over a week. When we were shipped to the States. We were taken to the White House, where we again briefed the President and NSC (National Security Council) and joint chiefs.

We all thought we were going to jail. As it turned out. The three of us were given distinguished service crosses, and we were promoted to 2nd lieutenants. This was the fourth time I've seen action.

All three of us were sent to the farm at Langley for additional training and then attached to DEA teams. I spent the next 2 years hoping from place to place. After my service was up. My wife was missing me terribly.

By herself with 3 girls for the better part of almost 6 years. The last two alone, I got out. I worked in the family business for a while. Dad wanted to turn the reigns to me, but I didn't want it.

I have several certifications in IT. With all my military training, I got a job. As you know, we had a fourth girl. I was working afternoons and nights. We were in debt up to our neck.

The marriage was falling apart. My desire to be a woman only grew. You know the rest. So you know my wife. I am very happy, and I will die to protect our family and Coven.

We turn into the parking garage. I parked in the visitor's reserved spot. Ian and Carol arrive just as we get out of the car. I help with the coffee and food. Normally I'd say handling things like this is not smart considering things.

However, the garage is secure and small and holds maybe 30-40 cars; all have to have keycards, barcode stickers, and an 8-digit PIN. Even visitors like me and my car need all the above.

We all got in the elevator and rode to the top floor. The elevator bypasses the main receptionist.

Mistress Becky says You and Ian wait outside, please.

We take a seat in the hall while Carol and Becky enter Becky's office. We wait about 15 minutes, then she calls in Ian. 15 minutes later, it's my turn. I was interviewed for the position and was shown to the desk on the left.

Ian takes Mistress Car and Carol to a small airfield. The pilot helps her in, and they are off. First San Jose, then Sacramento, then Oakland, then back to San Francisco. Carol changed planes and pilots each time. She rented 2 cars and bought a Leftover Raider shirt for Caleb.

She never called or texted, which is perfect. Ian picks her up, and the camera follows back to the firm. In the meantime, I am hustling between the server room and my new duties.

I noticed Becky's PI finally showed up. Rick, how are things Becky asks?

Good and you, good weekend?

Yes, Rick, thank you. Here are the cases we are working on. The top 3 need your fix-it skills, and the bottom one needs some digging, and I need you to look into one other matter.

What's that Rick asks?

It's in the envelope. Start with that first, please.

Yes, Ms. Stapleton.

Bree is my new assistant. Can you assist Rick?

Yes, Ms. Stapleton.

Bree, please follow me. Rick said.

We walk down the stairs to the server room. I trip as I open the door for him to catch me, and he does. I whisper quickly. We need to see if the door in the server room was picked. The building is bugged, I whispered. Rick's eyes went wide and just nodded at me.

Rick breaks out a small kit and checks the lock. He looks at me and just nods. He writes in a notebook. Old school, I like that I think to myself. I open the door and let him in.

I point to the devices I found and check the ones I set up. I checked the outgoing call logs and noticed the data spikes every time Ms. Stapleton logs into her machine or picks up a phone.

It looks like there was a data pick-up when Ian and I were interviewed. I borrow Rick's notebook and write down what I find. We say nothing. We walk out of the server room. I look at Rick and nod to the door.

Rick says to me I need a cup of real coffee. Join me? Yes, please. I take his arm like a lady. We walk across the street. The Camara is just down the street. Two people in it.

We walk in and order. We sit by the window, my back to the camera. I ask him to turn off his phone with hand signals. I point out the camera. I explained that that car tailed Ms. Stapleton's car this morning from the house.

Really?

Yes.

I have video footage of it they took us to and in the mall too yesterday. Do you have pictures? And video, Rick. Thats impressive. Have you had training?

Yes sir. I was trained in the military.

Rick says we need to ID these pricks!

I am working on that from another angle.

Maybe I can help. Only if they don't tip them, I said. Rick I don't want them to know that we know.

Why?

Because we learn more if they stay where they are.

What we need to do is figure out who they work for and who hired them. Then we need to be able to prove it. The direction we go is my job. Finding proof is your job. I can gather the intel. I may even be able to pinpoint the wherewith a little luck.

The whole building is wired. Whoever did this was very good. The kind of job they did was first-class work. I haven't seen work this good in a long time. Someone spent a lot of money setting this up.

That's something I can work with. Rick said. He was smiling at me the whole time. Bree, I apologize for my forwardness. I mean, no offense. Are you single? If so, I'd love to take you to dinner.

I would ask Ms. Stapleton for permission first, of course. Rick, you are as sweet as you are handsome. If I wasn't happily married, I would consider it. I am sorry, Rick. I do hope we can be friends and colleagues.

Rick looked a bit disappointed. I touched his hand in a friendly manner. The right woman will come for you. In the meantime, do we need to quietly tighten up security without them noticing?

How do you propose that? I have a few ideas. Rick, what's your background? I was in special forces in the army for 10 years and recruited into the FBI as a foreign liaison. I served in Europe, Asia, Australia, and Russia.

Wow! I said. I retired after 22 years. I had my own PI office for a while. Mostly bodyguard or peeping Tom work. Then about 3 years ago I got a call from Ms. Stapleton for a job. She said Jacob Frost recommended me.

After doing 3 jobs for her, she asked if I'd consider working full-time. Here I am.

Impressive I said. We better head back. How's the camera doing? I asked. It moved up two spots. One man, one woman. They took turns going into the gas station.

We head back.

We went straight to Ms. Stapleton's office. I hand her a written report. Very well written, Bree. There is some work on your desk; see to it. Yes, Ms. Stapleton.

Rick? Yes Ma'am. Here are some things I need you to look into. If you need resources, just leave a list with Bree, and I will see to it. How was your coffee? Good Ma'am. You two will be working together.

I hope that won't be a problem. No, ma'am, she's very sweet and professional. Good, just behave yourself, Rick! Becky winks. Yes, ma'am, Rick smiles.

I was typing, doing data entries, and working on Excel spreadsheets. 12:30 pm came. Mistress says, Bree, let's get some lunch.

Yes, Ms. Stapleton. We drive into the shopping district, and she picks the melting pot. It's a fondue restaurant. We order the seafood and veggie combo. Our tail follows us in and sits across the restaurant at a bit of a distance.

We already ordered by the time they were seated. I go to the bathroom, and as I make my way there, I notice the kitchen door is out of sight from the dining area. I have an accident and walk in the kitchen.

The staff is so busy they hardly notice me. I see the kitchen exit isn't alarmed like most buildings and make a mental note for later. I learned a long time ago to know the exits in every place you're at.

I hustle back to my table, and I walk right past the woman from the camera. I bumped her accidentally. I do a quick feel, like a pickpocket but not taking anything. She's wearing a Kevlar vest and a government-issued Berretta 9mm.

Interesting!

I'm so sorry. Excuse me! I said.

She frowns at first, then realizes she needs to react in kind. She smiles and continues to the restroom. Let's go, Ms. Becky. As our female tail is finishing her lipstick. We head out. We are in the car. My wife is at the wheel; we see them hustle out of the melting pot.

I catch the whole thing on my phone. Perfect proof of surveillance. Gotcha! I say out loud!

What? My wife says.

My perfect wife!

What do you mean?

I mean, we just got our first piece of empirical evidence of your surveillance.

You sure?

Yes, I am sure.

Did they make us?

I doubt it. They were hustling to their car, too busy to pay attention to anything else. Chances are they will be either swapping cars or people or both. Either way, we have them.

That's great, Becky said.

Rick and I will have to take another coffee break to see if they swap out teams or cars.

That's fine, Bree, but bring a reduced cal, frozen mocha, please.

Yes, My Mistress. Mistress waves me out of the office.

We walk into an associate's unoccupied office to talk. I sweep it. It's clean.

Bree Yes, did I forget to lock you? Yes, Mistress, you did. But it's okay. I am tucked and taped; it's not going anywhere. The only place it goes is in me, sweet sister!

Yes, Mistress.

She runs her hand under my skirt while she drives. Oh my, where are your balls? Inside me, my mistress. We have 6 more days for my ovulation. I do hope you won't be touching yourself. No, Mistress, unless you state otherwise.

Good girl. I know we are busy, baby.

My life is never like this. This baby goal of mine means as much to me as to you and the Coven. I need to confide in you alone, Bree.

Yes, Mistress.

I want 3 girls all from you. I know what told the Coven and Carol. 3 should safely assure the Coven and my legacy.

Yes, Mistress, all your secrets are safe with me.

Bree?

Yes?

I want you to breastfeed them.

What about you, Mistress?

I will try too. But one of us has to work.

I am at your service, my wife, my mistress.

I know you are a baby girl. When all this is over, I have a couple of big surprises for you. Just keep up what you're doing.

Yes, my mistress. Those surprises don't include Wednesday afternoon surprises.

What's that?

A Visit to Linda Lace! Who's Linda Lace?

You'll see soon enough, Bree. It's very special. Only 3 other submissives in the Coven have earned it.

Wow! I am truly honored to be thought of so highly, I said.

In your short time with us, you have proved your loyalty, honesty, and the ability to perform above and beyond for myself and the coven. You are an asset, my wife, my lover, and my confidant.

Mistress Lisa, Lux, and Coven think the world of you.

We kiss, and she feels me up. I love your tuck. I smile and kiss her again. Back to work honey.

3:15 pm Rick returns.

Ms. Stapleton wants a coffee. Would you be so kind as to escort me?

Sure Bree, just let me turn in my notes.

I announce it with the phone. Go right in, Rick. He's out in 5 minutes.

Ready Bree?

Yes sir!

We walk across the street. This time Rick is on the lookout. I am wearing sunglasses. Rick is a gentleman; he opened the doors and pulled out my chair. He will make some lucky woman happy.

We sit at the same table.

How are our friends?

Well, there's a car there, but it's not the Camry. It looks like an impala. That's clever; they must have swapped out around lunch. I tell him about lunch.

We paid while the woman went to the restroom. We didn't lose them; I think they swapped so they would get made. I didn't tell him the rest. We pick up Ms. Stapleton's coffee and head back.

Again, opening the doors. On the way up in the elevator, I ask. How are you single, Rick?

To be honest Bree I work a lot. Not many women like to be second to someone's work.

Well, maybe things will quiet down soon and allow you to have some happiness.

That would be great, he says.

Carol and Ian arrive back at the firm at 4:50 pm.

Ms Stapleton Ian has returned with Ms. Elgin.

Send her in Bree and get her Voss water, please.

Right away, Ms. Stapleton.

Ms. Elgin, and Ms. Stapleton, is waiting for you in her office.

Thank you, Bree.

I join Ian outside.

How was your day? He asked.