Meeting my Mistress part 10

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Carol rang the bell. I'll get it, I say. Ian's shuffling between the grill and the stove. Try to help, but Ian has his own way about the kitchen. I am learning how he does it slowly.

Carol! Hi sis! Grab my bags, babe. I just grab them. I pull a 20 from my bra and hand it to the driver. He smiles as I wink at him. Carol sees it, Bree! What! I say. What was that? What? You never winked at a guy to make him feel good? Well? Yeah, but. But What? We are giggling as we walk into the house.

Bree, I gotta say you are taking to being a girl like a duck to water. Thanks, Carol I smile and blush. Bree? Yes, Ian? Make sure to set the table for 8. Yes, Ian. I just finished setting up the table. The doorbell rings. I open the door for Mistress Sophia, Alexis, and, for the first time since I started my journey, Mistress Alice.

Greeting Ladies. I waved them in. As they walk in, I close the door. Mistress Lux whispers, ladies. Bree? I know you haven't forgotten your curtsies. No, Mistress, I haven't. Explain, please. Mistress Becky will explain everything very soon. Please don't be mad at me.

I walk back into the kitchen and start bringing salad, water, and wine. I will save the coffee for later. Ian says to invite the mistresses to sit, please. I invite the mistress to sit down for dinner. As they all sit, Alice sits to my left and Ian to my right. Alice just stares at me and smiles.

Bree, your transformation is amazing. I am sorry, I haven't seen you since you arrived. Thank you, Mistress. Mistress now? says Sophia. Yes, Mistress, I want to apologize for that earlier, but it was necessary. Maybe Mistress Becky should explain. Bree is right. It's also why we are all here for dinner.

As leaders of the coven, we are bound to each other. As you all know, I have a huge divorce case pending. As it turns out, someone has my house under surveillance, and the law firm is wired. I know you all have questions. I want to reassure all of you that Carol, myself, Ian, and especially Bree have taken steps to counter things. For now, let's eat, and we'll discuss what steps we've taken and what we need to do.

You should all know that Bree has been a big part of this. She discovered them and has already started countersurveillance operations. Really? says Alice. Really says Becky. Lisa says you should see her in action. At the mall today, we were shopping. We were tailed from the house to the mall. She made them, got the valets to watch and get pictures, and then she got pictures of them in the mall. We never noticed them.

How asked Carol? Ian cuts in. The girls that run the jewelry cart outside Macy's started flirting with me. Bree cuts in and kisses me deeply, and with my help, we were able to get pictures of four of them. 2 men, and 2 women. We talked about the mall and how we tipped the valets to keep an eye on the car and them.

We advise them to tip Brian and Steve generously if they shop there or anyone who works with them. We finish dinner, and the mistress's coffee is in the parlor. I help Ian clean up. It's hard to not drop the dishes when someone keeps grabbing my ass. We finally finished. I open up the secure office and cue what we have, including the pictures I took of the taps I found at the firm.

Carol says, Bree Why didn't you say anything before now? I couldn't take the chance that your cell phones aren't bugged. Here, Mistress, are your new phones. Do not call anyone on these phones or give out the number to anyone. The numbers you can call are pre-programmed.

If you call any number outside those numbers, all these phones will be compromised. I want to apologize right now for being forward about things. This is something I have a lot of experience in. What's that about Bree being paranoid?

Alice says She giggles a bit. Lisa interjects Alice, you need to listen up. Alexis has hardly said two words all night. She's by far the youngest of us. But like me, very streetwise. Bree continues, Lisa says. Check this out. I show them the house security feeds. Two vehicles are out front. Van and a small sedan.

There's another van by the back service entrance now. Oh my gosh! Carol says. Yes, my ladies, that's right. Thats 3. Which means at least 1 to 3 more we haven't spotted. My instructor in CI school (counter-intelligence) always said if you spot something, At least double the amount you see. Are we safe? says Carol. Yes, we are safe. But they watch every coming and going. They are documenting and taking pictures of every movement and every action.

If you want to socialize, use your personal phone. If you need to meet or talk about business, use the pre-pays. Assume all your phones, including your house, are tapped. Everything must be business as usual. Keep any Coven business off the phones. With Becky's and Lisa's approval, we have hired Keith, a friend of Ian's, as extra security.

Keith is a former Marine captain and a very old friend of Ian's. Carol's son, Terry, will be coming in this week to help me set up more equipment and improve our communication system. Ian will be my new full-time driver.

Mistress Becky says Bree is right about the new policies laid before you. Bree is also to be my new office assistant. Ian, Keith, and Bree are going to be spending the night at each of your places. To sweep for bugs and other surveillance devices.

They will also be setting up dash cams in your cars. They show you how to swap out the memory cards. We will know much more by next Sunday night when you come for dinner again. For not a word to anyone. Not your husband, family, or anyone else, and never on the phone. The more we watch them, the more we learn.

We can't tip our hands yet. They are already playing dirty. We cannot afford to play their game. We have built a great organization here. We continue to help others while living our lives as we choose together.

Questions? Mistress Alice asks, So what exactly are we supposed to do? Nothing! Live your day-to-day as always. Do not deviate from it. The more we pretend to not notice, the better. As you know, we (the Coven) do not do anything illegal. So far, they are playing dirty. We stay legal as always; that way, we can win this.

Who's behind all this, Sabine asks. We don't know yet. Carol asks, How are we going to find out? That's funny you ask Carol, because that's where you come in? Me? Oh, you mean Andrew! Yes, I mean Andrew. He may be assigned to the office in Sacramento now. I will have to contact him.

Can you do it tomorrow? We need them ID'd fast. Sure! Bree, can you get me a flight? You mean flights, right? What? They can't follow a plane, but they can track flight plans and manifests. If you take a small plane to three different destinations, it will be harder to track.

You will have to arrive and depart from different airports too. Once you make contact and get the IDs, call Ian on the pre-pay He will pick you up at a different airport. Won't he be tailed? They will see that. Yes, I am counting on it. Okay, ladies, we have a plan. You know what to do. Keep the pre-paid phones out of sight.

Bree? Yes, Mistress, great work! The mistress applauded me. Again, I blush! Ladies, please have another coffee and wait for us in the parlor. I need to speak to Bree and Carol for a minute before you leave, said Becky. Carol, I have talked about this subject many times.

I have made "the request" to Bree. Said Becky. Really? When? Yesterday afternoon. What did my sister say? Bree? Honey? Want to weigh in? I told Mistress I'd need to think about it. I also needed to talk to you. Carol, I trust you more than anyone. I need to know what you think. If you're okay with it, I also need your blessing. We share a big loss of family.

You're a senior Coven leader, Carol. As far as I'm concerned, you get a say in this. Bree, Becky What about Ian? Wasn't he the supposed father of your children, Becky? He was, but Ian is a boy-maker. We do not have a single female child from any of us. I don't have any children. You know how much I have always wanted a little girl. I do, Becky, said Carol. I talked with Bree and Ian about it. Bree was dumbfounded at first, and Ian was initially crushed.

We talked with Lisa on our car trip today. They are both coming around to the idea. Carol, to be honest, I need your blessing too, said Becky. Carol, you're my oldest and most trusted friend. Now I am the dumbfounded one, said Carol. Well, here it is, girls. Bree, you have my blessing. I miss your girls something terrible.

Your girls were my adopted daughters. I miss doing them. Becky, I know you'll make a wonderful mother. The Coven needs born Matriarchy leaders to continue all we have built. We could really use 2 or 3. What about Ian? I haven't mentioned it yet, but Alice, Sophia, and soon-to-be mistress Mary all want children with Ian.

But Ian really loves and adores you. I know what Becky said. If I am up for it after 2, I will try with Ian, said Becky. Is this a good idea to start now? Asked Carol. It's never a good time, and I am running out of it, Becky stated. Good point, Carol. Bree, are you up for this? Asked Carol. Yes, I am. I am more worried about Ian than anything.

Carol smiles. Well, Bree, you're just going to have to take care of him too. Becky and Carol smile! Let's tell the others about the baby, said Carol. We walk out of the office, arm in arm, smiling. Ian's pouring coffee. Mistress Sophia/Channel is pawing at him. Carol speaks up. Ladies, Ian. I have an announcement. Becky and Bree are going to try for a baby.

Ahhhhhh, the ladies squeal with delight.

Ian smiles and kisses me deeper than ever. I whisper to him, You'll always be my hero. He kisses me again, as deeply as before. The mistresses all hugged and kissed my cheeks. Mistress Alexis grabs my chastity and says aloud, I guess you're going to get some more use out of it. Then she kissed me as deeply as Ian did. I never thought I'd say this, but I am hosting my sister's baby shower! The mistress was all squealing and giggling.

I blush beet red yet again. Oh, by the way, Carol said Lisa. Bree has earned herself the "Special Appointment" with Linda Lace. Already? That was fast. Oh Bree I can't wait to see it. See what? Who's Linda Lace? The mistress and Ian laugh and giggle. Don't worry; on Wednesday, you'll find out. It's one of the highest honors we can bestow. I remind them not to pay attention to the surveillance outside.

The mistresses say good night and agree to Sunday dinner again next week. Oh Bree? Yes, Mistress Alice? I can't wait to see you again, sweetie. I put on an app and helped Ian with the kitchen. We talk while cleaning. Becky and Carol go into secure offices to talk. Carol had some criminal prosecution and defense experience when she lived in Chicago.

My sister is as smart as any lawyer and knows the political game too. Between the two of them, they will figure things out. I just hope my strategies work enough to expose them. I hope I don't get myself or anyone else in trouble or worse. It's been a long time since I played this game. I was much younger and a man then.

I remember standing overwatch for the DEA and spec-ops. I wasn't a trained sniper, but with manning shortages in South America, I was the best shot at our station. The DEA had supplied me with good training and great intel skills. Now I am back at it again, wearing chastity, pants, and a bra. What would my old unit say? I want to catch these scumbags.

No one messes with my family and gets away with it. I just pray I don't have to pull the trigger again. Are you alright? Ian asks. I'm okay. He touches my shoulder, and I flinch and jump like I was going to be hit.

Bree! What? Oh, my gosh. Ian, I am so sorry. I start to cry. Ohh Ian! I lunge towards him, and he lifts me up by my ass. He wraps me in those rock-hard, muscled arms. I wrap my arms around his neck, crying and kissing him. He squeezes my ass.

I push my breast into his chest. Our split tongues are at war. His fingers found their way up inside my body. It was like a switch; his fingers entered me, and my PTSD and guilt all shut off and I felt good about myself. He carries me to his room again, lays me on the bed, and strips me to my pants only. He is kneeling and worshiping my body.

I apply my bedroom dominance and gently guide him over my breast, pleasing me. Ian forgot to shut the door. Carol and Mistress Becky are just watching in silence. I see them through my eyelashes but say nothing. Let them watch. They are alpha females; if they want to do something, they will do it.

I hear Carol whisper. Wow! They are whispering back and forth now. Ian heads south on me. I hear a click and notice Mistress Becky isn't at the door. She unlocked my chastity, and Ian is servicing me like a lollipop. Carol watches as Ian is under my power now.

The more I guide him with a soft hand, the more he responds to my soft-guided demands. I make a motion that we move into a 69 and begin our mutual share of affection for each other. I glance softly at the door, and Carol and Mistress Becky are locked in a very passionate embrace, with hands roaming everywhere.

Ian is as hard as ever. I am aching to feel him ravish me again. I need to feel his essence flowing into me once again. Ian lifts me on top of him, cowgirl style. Ian is so strong, he aids me in my bounce. My body is spasming on his manhood, and my head is cocked back, moaning like a woman.

All of a sudden, we are pushed apart. Mistress Becky kissed me and demanded my service. Carol demands the same thing from Ian. We begin to enjoy ourselves as they demand. My mistress is so silky smooth. She always smells and tastes so fresh. I think to myself that this goddess wants to bear my child. She can select any man she wants, and she can take any man she wants.

She didn't demand I do it or even ask. She requested it with the greatest respect I've ever witnessed. This only confirms that I made the correct decision. Is her reason for having a baby selfish? Maybe, but it's also natural for a woman to want to be a mother.

Our child(ren) will have every advantage my sister and I never had, despite our parents trying to ensure we had it. I started working at age 12. My sister is 14 years old. Now here we are! I am orally servicing her closest friend while she makes out with her and her boy toy. Anyone who sees this would think, How wrong is this? They may have a point.

However, beyond the occasional lip kiss with my sister, I only ever hug or give a cheek kiss. I am a woman now. Yes, but a woman and her sisters see each other naked. I am leaking water and creamy waves. I have Mistress Becky on another orgasmic tantric wave. My face and throat are soaked with her juices.

My sister is singing her own tune as Ian plays her like a piano. I wish I could carry his child, I think to myself. Soon enough, we will be out of breath. My mind is swimming and spinning again.

My head is running a thousand miles an hour. I kiss Ian goodnight. I kiss Carol's cheek. She smiles and winks at me. I go to kiss my wife or mistress. She grabs the back of my neck and kisses me deeply. She French kisses me.

I moan and try to lick the taste from her mouth. Mistress Becky whispers, Freshen up and get your ass in my bed. I just nod, smile, and race to my room. I shower, moisturize, and use a quick rose water enema. I put on my new purple Teddy, my purple mules, and my purple jeweled butt plug. As an added touch, some purple lip stains.

I walk through our adjoining door. Stop at the arch and pose for her. I gaze upon my goddess; she's in a black crotchless teddy. She waves her right index finger around. Without a word, I spin for her. She points to her feet. I crawl to her feet, then kiss them. Using my split tongue, I lick between her toes. She grabs my head with both hands, and I rise up slowly.

Not a word is spoken. We both feel the magic and love in the air. She kisses me so gently and lovingly. I long to touch her whispers, a kiss, and an approving nod. Mostly, I long for that approving look she gives me. Her eyes seem to widen and smile themselves, her cheeks rise up, and her mouth has a combination of demure and sex to it. I say nothing.

My responses are my answers. My actions are my submission. She does to me what I have been trying to do with Ian. The only difference is that she has total control. Her carees are my commands, her expressions, her whip. I stand before her as she slides across the silk sheets. She pats the bed and slides in, and as I turn to face her, she kisses me. I am rock-hard, and I realize my cage is gone. She gently rubs my clitty. I close my eyes and moan.

She smiles, relishing the power she has over me. She grabs my all with a gentle squeeze. I know you want them removed, baby. I am sorry for that. Please understand that I need them for a bit longer. Can you understand that? Yes, Mistress, I do. I want you to be happy. Bree in bed. Just the two of us call me My Wife.

We are married now. When it's only us, it's my wife at home only in my presence alone, or if Carol is with us together. Yes, my wife. Bree, I really do love you. You are making me so happy. I know I've been busy, but this case will be over in a couple of months, and things will slow down.

Maybe we can go to the Rubber Ball in New York in the fall. Or a BDSM convention in Vegas? Would you be interested in those? Yes, please, my wife. Good, I will make revisions for both. In the meantime, I want you to put this to use, honey; I am ovulating! I dive under and prepare my wife for the first female penetration I have had in almost 5 years.

My wife gives me a small but sloppy oral service. I roll on top and begin to take gentle but firm command of my wife. She is much tighter than I thought she'd be. Ian is huge, but she's a very fit woman and shows everywhere.

We made sweet love for over an hour, and I came inside her three times. After the third, she kisses me and whispers, I hope it's a girl! Me too, my wife. She lifts her knees to her stomach, lying on her back. This is to improve communication. I kneed her breasts and kissed her nipples to help her relax.

She says nothing. Her moaning is my approval. If that wasn't enough, her smile says the rest. She relaxes her body after 15 minutes and kisses me goodnight. We roll to our sides, and she cuddles me like she's the man. I feel so loved and protected. We fall asleep quickly.

I wake up in my wife's bed at 5:02 a.m. I raced to my bathroom to clean up. I go to wake Carol. She's not in her room. She's with Ian. I smile and quietly giggle, and I wake them at 540. At 545 am, I am waking my wife with my services early. I know it's early, but we have lots to do today. I love this.

Waking my wife orally. She loves it as much as I do. After 20 minutes and 5 orgasms, she's up. She said to me, You're better than coffee in the morning. She smiles and winks. I smile back, and she looks at the clock. Bree, why so early? We have to get four 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. 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 laid three out on the bed. I think you'll be a baller in the pink pencil skirt suit. I turn to wearing just a bra and pants with clitty untucked. Its Carol! Oh, my Bree! What? Your ink! I am so jealous!

Really? Let me look at you. She closed 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 she could fix that. Really? Well, if anyone can, she can. Your body is looking great.

Better than when you came home from the clinic. Mistress Lux has a brutal workout program. It shows. I love the double-pierced naval. Will you be getting any more piercings? I want to too, but that's ultimately up to my wife. Carol, I worry for her. This case is huge. It means everything is 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 into the city. Again, too many cameras. Bree Aren't you being paranoid? Carol, what's the punishment for breaking and entering, illegal wires, and network tapping? Add to it 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.

So if you are a person who hires a PI or security firm that goes to this length to gather information, how much further do you think they'll go? If they are cops moonlighting, they'll have all the access to security cameras they want. The only assumption we can make is that they know everything up to now.

Carol, Becky got blindsided. I don't know how. Something tells me that it never happened. Tracking becomes more difficult as the number of movements increases. It raises more questions, keeping them busier and guessing. It's also in front of them. They 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 our 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.

Are you scared, Bree? For me, no? For Becky, the Coven, and you, yes. I am sorry I had 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. True, but it's still a lot to ask, I said.

Terry will be fine. Bree. We all will. I hope you are right. Because the last time I saw something 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-sleeve 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 saddle bag 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 on you. Thank you, my wife. Is the gun necessary? 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. The most direct route, Carol and I will be a few minutes behind. If we drive two cars, we can tell what kind of speed they run. Plus, Carol and I are both carrying.

Ian prepares fritters, coffee, and English muffins. We prepare for new roles and responsibilities. I laid out the itinerary for Carol. We all agree to take two cars. Mistress Law Firm has a secure underground garage only. The mistress has a great idea. Ian drives Carol in her Audi A-8, and I drive her in my A-4.

With the blacked-out windows in all our cars, the surveillance team won't know who's in which car. We start out as always, the only difference is that Mistress leaves me 5 minutes behind. I call Ian on the burner phone.

How's your 6? I have one tail car. 4 cars back. A black sedan, a Camry. Take Carol to Caribou Coffee and walk in to get 8 coffees. And some breakfast sandwiches. See if they follow and wait. 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? 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 her out. For now, only Carol and I will know about it. Mistress said. If there is one thing we 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 she has a whole team. There are at least four that I know of. They have been rotating attorneys.

I never thought I'd be running an op like this again, especially as a pre-op 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 as an E-4.

On my last South American tour, I was given a battlefield commission as a 2nd Lt. I was promoted to 1st Lieutenant shortly before I was discharged. Wow, what got you promoted like that? It was a very big cluster flop! Our outpost was overrun by Cartel soldiers.

Our officers were killed and our sergeant was wounded, and I took action with my friends Samurai and Slayer. Together, we saved 15 of our people, 2 DEA agents, and classified intelligence. Slayer got our people on the choppers. Samurai and I had to hike into Columbia. We had no choice.

Samurai and I were the only two cleared to handle the Intel. We made it to a special forces encampment. From there, we evacuated to Panama. Samurai, 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, 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 lieutenant. This was the fourth time I saw 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 three 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, but Dad wanted to turn the reins on me, but I didn't want it.

I had experience in IT with all my military training, and after a few classes, I finished my degree. So 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 necks. 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 park in the Vistors Reserve 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, holding 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 get in the elevator and ride up to the top floor. The elevator bypasses the receptionist. The mistress says you and Ian should wait outside, please. We take a seat in the hall while Carol and Becky enter Becky's office.

We wait about 15 minutes, and then she calls in Ian. 15 minutes later, it's my turn. I am interviewed for the position and am 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. I rented two cars and bought a left-over Oakland Raiders shirt for Caleb. She never called or texted, which is perfect. Ian picks her up, and Camary 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 have a good weekend? Yes, Rick, thank you. Here are the cases in which we are working. The top 3 need your fixing skills, and the bottom one needs some digging, I need you to look into one other matter.

What does Rick ask? It's in the envelope. Start with that first, please. Yes, Ms. Stapleton. Bree is my assistant. She can assist Rick. Yes, Ms. Stapleton. Bree, please follow me. 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. No time, just check it; the building is bugged. Rick's eyes went wide, and he 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 check the outgoing call logs and notice 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 Camary is just down the street. Two people are in it. We walk in and place an 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 Camry.

I explained that that car tailed Ms. Stapleton's car this morning from the house. Really? Yes. I have video footage of them tailing 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 it doesn't tip them off, 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 information. 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 has been 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, I like you; you're 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 purposely do that? I have a few ideas. Rick, What is your background? I was in special forces in the army for 10 years and re-entered 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 4 years ago, I got a call from Ms. Stapleton for a job. She said Jacob Frost recommended me. After doing three jobs for her, she asked if I'd consider working full-time. Here I am. Impressive, I said. We better head back. How's Camry doing? I asked. It moved up two spots. One man, one woman. They took turns going into the gas station.

We head back. Straight into 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. 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 p.m. came. The mistress says, Bree, let's get some lunch. Yes, Ms. Stapleton. We drive into the shopping district, and she picks up the melting pot. It's a fondue restaurant. We ordered 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 make it sound like an accident and walk into the kitchen.

The staff is so busy that they barely notice me. I see the kitchen exit isn't alarmed like most buildings, so make a mental note for later. I learned a long time ago to know the exits in every place you go. I hustle back to my table, and I walk right past the woman from Camry.

I bumped her accidentally. I do a quick feel, like a pickpocket, but I am not taking anything. She's wearing a Kevlar vest and a government-issued Berretta 9mm. Interesting! I'm so sorry. Excuse me, she frowns at first, then realizes she needs to react in kind.

She smiles and continues to the restroom. Let's go, Bree. As she finishes her lipstick. We head out. We are in the car. My wife is at the wheel, and we see them hustle out of the melting pot. I caught the whole thing on my phone. Perfect proof of surveillance.

Gotcha! I say it out loud! What? My wife says: My wife, that was perfect! What do you mean? I mean, we just got our first piece of empirical evidence of your popularity. 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 swapping cars, people, or both. Either way, we have them. Thats great. 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. The mistress waves me out of the office. We walk into an Associate's unoccupied office to speak. I swept 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, and it's not going anywhere. The only place it goes is in me, sweet sissy! Yes, Mistress.

She runs her hand under my skirt while she drives. Oh my, where are your balls? Inside me is my mistress. We have six 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 you and the Coven. I need to be able to confide in you alone, Bree. Yes, Mistress, I want three girls from you all. I know what she told 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 with what you're doing. Yes, my mistress.

Those surprises don't include Wednesday afternoon surprises. What's that? My visit to Linda Lace: who is Linda Lace? You'll see soon enough; it's very special! Only three other submissives in the Coven have earned it. Wow! I am truly honored to be thought of so highly. In your short time with us, you have proved your loyalty, honesty, and 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 the Coven think the world of you. Will I ever meet their sissies? Yes, but that's on hold for now. I am sure you understand. Yes, Mistress. We kiss, and she feels me up. I love your tuck. I smile and kiss her again. Back to work, honey.

At 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 annoy him 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, as I am wearing sunglasses.

Rick is a gentleman. Opens the doors and pulls 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 wouldn't get made. I didn't tell him the rest. We pick up Ms. Stapleton's coffee and head back, again opening the doors like a perfect gentleman.

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 some happiness. That would be great, he says.

Carol and Ian arrive back at the firm at 4:50 p.m. 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 are waiting for you in her office. Thank you, Bree. I joined Ian outside. How was your day? He asked.

Very busy with lots of work. Ms. Stapleton is very busy. How was your day? Long, he said. The traffic was terrible. Are you ready to head out? I just want to finish this email, and I am set. I just hit send, and the door opens. Ready Bree? Yes, Ms. Stapleton, I just need to sign out and shut down. Done! Okay, let's go home.

Ian and Carol take off early. We lag behind for about 3 minutes. I call Ian's prepay. Do you have a tail? I don't see one. Look for a silver Impala; okay, I got it. When you drop off Carol, go gas up the car. Then come back and fuel mine and yours. Gotcha Bree.

We get home, and while Ian fuels the cars, I take a look at the security camera. Interesting, they swapped cars and theirs are two 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 goes 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.

And he 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 My sweet sister, Mistress Becky, said: Is Nurse Mary single? Yes, without a man or a sissy. Speaking of which, you still plan to be her sister for her Mistress Certification exam.

Yes, Mistress, unless you change your mind. It's my coven duty. She really learned and 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. Where's Ian. Asked Mistress Becky. He went to gas up the cars. 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 saying a word. Ian grabs the wine, the glasses, and the watercraft. The four of us sit as a family.

We talk about nothing. Carol talks about her trip today. She mentioned that it was an expensive trip today. I hope the client has deep pockets. He paid me a healthy 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, the assault on my client, and the many more things she manages to cover up, She is going to get what she deserves.

The state court postponed a criminal trial based on evidence and the husband's medical condition. They said it would be biased to prosecute criminals before a divorce trial. That was the first time I heard of it. Now, all this variety has 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. I have no direct contact with you or the firm. Do it. I trust you.

Ian, can you see the kitchen? I need Bree. 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. 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 lasy 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 sister? Yes, Mistress. She spreads her long, creamy, smooth legs. I see her hairless heaven between them. I lick my lips. She says, Okay, Bree, 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 essence, and 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!!!!!!, OOOOOO MMYYYY GAWD!!!!!!!!!. the first orgasm, she grabs my hair, pulling me to her face.

Kissing me and pulling my hair all the time, she looks me dead in the eye. Get to work now! I am making love to her, and she says harder and harder. I am going all out. She shakes to a second orgasm. I shoot deep inside her, and I continue making love until I am dry. My mistress assumes her conceptual position.

I begin licking, kissing, and kneading her entire body. The 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 clitty softly, whispering that your clitty will make all our dreams come true, baby girl.

We will build the future for our coven together. 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 has 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; perhaps she fell in love with me at some point. I knew I was madly in love with her and my new life. She saved me and my life. She was lifted out of a situation that no one but her knew about. 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 and everything we dreamed about. Now here I am on top of a goddess with C-cups, lots of ink, and piercings. Wearing sexy women's lingerie. She is asking me to rebuild my family. How could I say no? Carol approves. In fact, I think she wants her nieces to spoil again.

Yes, Mistress, I slide myself inside her. She moans softly. I begin my motions, and we make passionate love. I continue to slowly increase. Let me feel your seed flow inside me. I reached orgasm rather quickly. But it's a lot. I continue as Mistress starts building another orgasm as she reaches hers. I reached mine. All the time, I'm trying to keep her on her pleasure wave as I release inside her.

I slow down a bit. She bites my lip. Don't you dare stop! We roll on our side, facing each other, and I speed up. Oh, ya, there she cries out. Yes, oooh, yes. I feel her shake and spasms in my arms as I continue with all my stamina. I feel a flood of juices cover me.

I increased my motion with more passion and orgasm 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 into 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; they sound like music to me. Mistress says, Oh, Bree I love the way you touch me. Your fingers are magic to me. Thank you, sweetheart. I dry 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 it goodnight, my love. Goodnight, my wife. We drifted off asleep, spooned together as one.