Meeting my Mistress - Part 9 (Patreon)

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I waited until the weekend to talk to Mistress Becky. The test came back, and I am still very potent. I have been going through the motions for the last few days. Mistress Lux and I have been talking as much as we are working and as much as we are talking about the request.

Mistress Becky has been working so late the last couple of nights that the only time I see her is in the morning when I provide my alarm service and breakfast. We haven't talked much this past week. I think she's waiting to talk to me about what I call "the request.".

My mistress requested an 8 a.m. wakeup on Saturday. She got home late, after 11 p.m.I woke at 6:30 a.m.At 7:55 am, I quietly entered her room. She was mumbling and stirring in bed. I slip under the sheets and begin my duties. She responds immediately, and her hands grasp my head, and I begin taking command of her body with my split tongue. She's climbing faster to orgasm every morning. I kept her on this wave longer this time. I am learning to control her and myself more every day.

This is the one time I was in command of my mistress. I relish this time. Being able to control a dominant person like Mistress Becky is a privilege, even if it's in service to her. After 7 or 8 orgasms, she's out of breath, begging me to stop. I finish her off and clean her up. She pulls me up to her lips for a kiss. We French kiss passionately. Oh, Bree, that felt wonderful. You're welcome, my goddess.

Mistress, can we talk? Yes, Bree, of course. Mistress, I was talking with Mistress Channel. I mentioned orchiectomy, and Mistress Channel explained that you want a baby. I would have mentioned things earlier, but you've been so busy. Right now, I am more concerned about you. You were mumbling when I came in. Is everything okay?

Bree, I am very busy with work, and at my deposition yesterday, I was blindsided by a defense attorney. They seem to know my entire approach. What, How? I don't know, but they knew everything. Mistress, I want to help. I'm not sure you can.

Please let me. I work for you, don't I? Do you trust me? Yes, Bree. Is your office open today? No. Will anyone be there today? No. Good. Mistress, did the movers ever deliver my personal items from my home? Yes, Bree, there is one in the garage. Good, please allow me to help.

What do you have in mind? Investigation of your network and a few other things? Does Ian have a conceal-and-carry permit? Yes, with your permission, allow me to look at things and get Ian ready. Do it, Bree. I'll be ready in an hour. I hustled to the garage to get my computer tools and Glock 40.

I tell Ian to get a suit, his sidearm, and Mistress's car ready. I check the surveillance cameras and find a minivan waiting outside with a small sedan parked behind it. Interesting; where there are two, there are more, much like roaches. I have an idea: rather than shake their tail, let them tail us for now.

We are dressed in office attire: Mistress in a smart black pantsuit, Ian in a gray pinstripe 3-button single breast suit with his kevlar vest under it. My Glock is in a shoulder holster under my suit jacket. Yes, I have a federal permit. Ian carries my duffle.

As we leave the house, the sedan follows. We make a few stops shopping, have a drink at a coffee house, and then stop by the office. The car follows the whole time. I recorded the tail of the entire trip with a dash cam. I don't tell Mistress or Ian. We walk into the office like it's a short office visit.

Mistress, I need your computer and access to the server closet. She hands me the keys. Ian stayed with the mistress. The office is locked down?. Yes, Bree Mistress said. I enter the server room, and upon a quick inspection, I find the rouge access point and inspect it.

I take pictures and hook in a packet sniffer. As I begin to leave, I find a tap on the switch panel. Clever, I think to myself. The building is wired with fiber-optic cables, which are very hard to tap, especially from the outside. It's also wired up to listen to cellular phones.

I take more pictures and document everything I find. I set up another access point on a separate switch. I set it to save all rogue access data to my private, secure server. To monitor things without detection. 45 minutes later, I am done.

I go upstairs and sweep the office for bugs. The mistress office, the conference room, and all the partner offices are bugged. I put my finger on my lips to stay quiet. Miss Stapleton, did you find everything? Yes, Ms. Bree, thank you. How's the printer's image? It's perfect, thank you.

Ian? Grab my things; let's go, guys. Let's get some lunch and go home, shall we? Yes, Ms. Stapleton. Ian and say it in sync. We smile, chat, and laugh as we leave. The sedan is parked off in the distance, and I casually take a video of it. We drive off, and the sedan follows us to lunch. They continue to follow until they realize we are headed home.

Once home, I sweep the house; it's clean. I sweep the secure offices; they are clean. We have a casual talk at home. Mistress Becky and I go into the secure office. Bree, what's going on? Mistress your phone; network is bugged. They also have listening devices to monitor your cell phones as well. With your permission, Mistress, I'd purchase some equipment.

What do we need? some cheap cell phones, a couple laptops, and some crypto gear. What I have in mind is going to cost a bit of money. Mistress, this is a huge ask, but I am requesting that you hire me and Carol's boy Terry to beef up your network security and communications.

Anything else? Becky asked. Yes, but it can wait. We cannot change our routines. Everything needs to appear normal. I know I may be talking out of turn. But this is something I am good at. Mistress, again I apologize for my forwardness, but your office has had a serious breach of security.

What about our clients? Asked Mistress Becky.

They should be fine for the most part. We'll know more after we get a good baseline of the data they're monitoring. I have that running now. Terry will know more, hopefully by Friday. Until then, we just need to be careful.

Mistress, can you access all accounts from here? Yes, Bree I can. Good. I want you to change every password on every account you have, including Amazon. Send Ian to the store for anything we may need, and have him withdraw the maximum for your card in cash. Then I want you to call for replacement cards with new numbers.

Do not refer to any of this on the phone or outside the house. Have Ian pick up a pre-paid phone so you can cancel cards on it. Do not call anyone on the prepay list except the card companies. Call the bank on prepay Monday and have Ian take you to work and drive you.

What about you, Bree, alone in the house? I'll be fine. With your permission, Mistress, I would like to call Carol and ask about Terry helping us out. The last time I checked, he was freelancing his skills. Yes, Bree, please do. Buy him a ticket and fly him up here.

My phone should still be clean. I have never called the law firm. I haven't called Mistress Becky's phone in weeks. I call Carol and ask if Terry, my nephew, is busy. Carol says he's just finished work on a CPA firm's network.

Terry, my nephew, is a network security specialist. His skills far exceed my own. At 22 years old, he holds a bachelor's degree in network engineering and security from Notre Dame. He's also a hacker of sorts. A "whitehat," he contracts with businesses, hacking their systems to find weaknesses.

He works from word of mouth. 5' 9" and 160 lbs. with scruffy long hair and earrings in each ear. He looks more like a member of a Seattle grunge band than a highly trained computer engineer. His older brother Caleb is an attorney like his mother; he's 6'6" and 230 lbs. Caleb was a national champion wrestler at Notre Dame. Both are good boys.

Carol, please have Terry call me. I need to talk to him. Perhaps fly him out here. Becky and I need his help. Everything Okay, she asks. Yes, it's all fine. We'll put him up at the Fairmont. Terry will want to drive up. He just bought a new ZL1 Camaro. Wow, very cool.

I wish I had my 69 SS with me. I know, Bree, but it's safe with Dad. I know Carol, but she's the one treasure I miss from my past. I'll have him call you when he gets home. But it might be tomorrow that he's out with friends. Thanks, Carol. I love you. I love you too, Bree. Stay happy, honey. I will love you too.

I hung up the phone and opened my laptop. Connect to my VPN (virtual private network). I started researching network security for the first time in months. I am rusty, but it's all coming back fast. Bree!!!!! I hear Mistress call loudly from the kitchen. I sign out, shut down, and hustle to the kitchen. Yes, Mistress? She points to the security feeds. What's that? Surveillance Mistress. Police?

No Mistress. If I had to guess, I'd say private investigators. It's got to be my divorce case! That would be my guess. Mistress, I request that you put me on the law firm's payroll starting tomorrow. Please allow me and Terry to help.

You might consider putting Ian on as your bodyguard and driver as well. Bree, what don't I know? I will break it down tomorrow night when I have more information. For now, don't change any routines, meetings, or schedules. Any deviation will tip them. Ian is buying up several prepaid phones right now, she said.

Stay social on your phone. If you talk business, only talk disinformation. If you don't want them to know it, don't say it. We need a safe house, Mistress, off the grid, not in your name. Jacob has one. When was the last time you talked to Jacob? Not in months, Bree. He may still be clean. We'll need to get him a phone, too.

When you talk to him, give him a prepay with your number in it. Have Jacob sweep his offices too. Bree Aren't you being paranoid? No, mistress, I am not. Judging by what I saw, I'd say they haven't been at it too long—a couple weeks, maybe 4 weeks tops. This has to be connected to your divorce case, mistress.

Who is this woman, Mistress? She's a state senator; she is from old money, a gold mine fortune from the 1850s. She's an Alpha female. She's dirty, powerful, and hooked everywhere. This isn't the first or even the tenth time she's beaten or raped her husband. He's been in the hospital at least 20 times.

This last one was bad. When he was admitted to the hospital this last time, he had a hairline skull fracture, a punctured lung, six broken ribs, and a dislocated shoulder. Forensics and doctors say it was her, and at least one other person did it. They found the blood of two different people on him and the wife's hair, skin, and saliva.

Mistress I know this is a foolish question, but I have to ask. Do you have backups of the evidence reports? Yes, Bree. How many? Are they secured in different places? Yes, Two places. Do you know anyone in the police, internal affairs, or FBI? I know the DA, Chief of Police, and lieutenant in internal affairs. I represented each of them in divorce cases.

Mistress I apologize for being so commanding and forward, but this is no ordinary divorce case. No, Bree, it isn't. The police have an active criminal assault case pending, bordering on attempted murder. The husband has been in and out of a coma for weeks now.

She's in a position to weasel out of it if any mistake is made. While the evidence is material, it's not an airtight case. So far, everything in this case is sealed by a judge friend of hers, a judge she had a hand in getting appointed.

Mistress, we need to exercise extreme OPSEC and COMSEC from here on out. What do you mean, Bree? Operation security: everything has to look like day-to-day normal, with no deviations. COMSEC, be careful of every conversation at the firm, on the phones, and outside. Feed them false information from time to time. Nothing big, just little things to steer them the way you want.

Ian! The mistress called him. Yes, Mistress? Can you prepare chicken Caesar salads tonight? Of course, Mistress. Carol flies in on Sunday. Let's have the tenderloins on Sunday night; Carol loves it. Ian, Are you going to the gun range tomorrow? Yes, Mistress, and every Thursday. Let's get Bree signed up too. Take her to the gun shop and get her outfitted with a new gun. Yes, Mistress.

Bree I want you to sweep the cars daily, and starting Monday, you will be my new assistant. We will make it look like a legitimate position as a second assistant. Monday Ian, you will be my driver to and from work. Ian, do you have any friends that need work? Some you can trust like I trust you. Yes, Mistress. I will call him.

We need to get him to the house discreetly, Mistress. I said. Won't be a problem, Ian said. How long have you known him? Since middle school, we have played football together all through school and in college. He just got out of the Marines. He hasn't found a steady job yet. What did he do in the Marines? Recon Mistress.

Can he be at the house tomorrow night? I will see Mistress. I would like to see him here at the house before Friday night. Yes, Mistress. Bree I want this house prepped and ready for Carol and Ian's friend. Ian, when you go shopping, get extra food, supplies, or anything else we need.

Make sure your friend has everything he wants. Make sure he has his gun and permit. If there is no permit, help get him a concealment and carry. If you need help, let me know. Yes, Mistress. Bree, double-check the house for anything we may need—hair, makeup, and cleaning supplies.

Bree? The mistress waves me into the secure offices. Bree I want you to go into town on Monday and buy six new laptops and anything else you think we'll need to secure the home network. Bree, not a word to anyone. Of course, Mistress. Bree? Do you have any secretarial experience? No Mistress.

Well, sweetie, you're about to get a lot. You'll be my assistant. I open doors, get and hold my purse, and answer my phones. Plus, you're my new IT investigator. I will still expect your morning wake-up services, yes, Mistress. Bree, I do love you. I love you, mistress.

Mistress? Yes, Bree? Is Terry aware of my changes? I forgot to ask Carol. I really don't know. We were kind of waiting for the coming-out party in a couple weeks. Why? Oh, I see what you mean. Exactly! I will call her. Please Don't. She'll be here Sunday night. Just then, Terry called me. Terry, How are you? I'm a good uncle, Brock. (I have not heard that name in a couple months.).

Your aunt Becky needs help up here. When can you be here? Will Wednesday work? Yes, that will be fine. Go to the Fairmont Hotel; we'll have a reservation for you. Okay, thanks, he said. See you Wednesday, buddy. Terri said he's driving and won't be here until Wednesday. The good news is that he has no jobs, so he can stay as long as we need him.

Bree, can we wait that long? Yes, Mistress, we should be fine. I should have a good baseline for things by then. Mistress, with your permission, I will be wearing my Glock anytime I am outside the house, especially with you. Yes, Bree, good idea. I will start wearing a mini-Sig. Good idea, Mistress.

Mistress, who would have access to the server room beside you? Half a dozen partners are our IT contractor, Jeffrey. Do you have a P.I. on staff? Yes, does he have access? No. Good. I'll have him check to see if the lock was picked on the door. With Terry's help, we should be able to trace the IP address.

With any luck, we can find out who's listening. After that, we need a law enforcement official we can trust. If this is because of my divorce case, this could get very deep, very fast. She's got very deep pockets and hooks everywhere.

Mistress, when's the next deposition? 3 weeks away. By then, the husband should be out of the hospital and fully lucid. She did a real number on him. Once you sign an NDA as a firm employee, I'll explain everything. Mistress, this is only the beginning. I suggest quietly adding a few more cameras on the property and at the firm. Good idea Bree, make it happen.

I could set it up as an independent system. It's a secure wireless system with multiple cameras and its own network separate from the firm or the house. It's a bit expensive, but it's solid. As in, NSA-graded software is secure.

Really? Yes, Mistress. Take my card and buy what you need. Mistress, I think it would be best to buy it out of state and in cash. How much, honey? Her frown deepens. 20 to 30 thousand dollars. That's everything, equipment-wise. I will know more when Terry arrives. Bree? Yes, Mistress? Great work, sweetheart.

I love you, Mistress. I love you too, Bree. I smile as wide as I am able. The last time I heard that kind of love for you was from my youngest daughter, Maria. I start to tear up. She was 12 years old. She still called me Daddy. She would let me tickle and cuddle with her.

A child's love could melt away your adult stresses with a simple hug and a laugh that warms the coldest hearts. I loved all my daughters, but she and I were very close. So much so that it angered my wife sometimes. When she was born, I was working the second shift and would take care of her. We spent lots of time together. She always trusted me.

I ran to my room, and I started sobbing on my pillow. Ian walks in. Bree, sweetie, are you okay? I, I, I, am okay. I stutter. Ian slips behind me and embraces me. Honey? He strokes my hair. Just talk to me. Let it out, baby girl. I, I, I can't help it. Ian, I, I am sorry. It's just that I really miss my girls. I know they're gone; I know it's not my fault, but it's so hard to not feel guilty.

Mistress, Carol, and you, the Coven, are all here for me in a way I never dreamed possible. I am living a dream I never thought could happen, but here I am. Oh, Ian, just hold me. He squeezed me a little bit more. I let loose the floodgates and balled my eyes out. After a good 20 minutes of Ian's embrace and my waterworks, Mistress makes her way to my room.

Bree? Ian? Everything okay? Yes, mistress, I say. Bree, you look awful. What's wrong? Survivors guilt Mistress. I was crying, and Ian was comforting me. I am pleased to see you can find comfort with him. Ian thank you. We've had a busy day, and we need to talk about something else too.

What's that, mistress? Ian says. Ian, Bree, I love you both. I need to ask Bree for a huge request. It's something I can't ask of you, Ian, not yet anyway. Okay, guys, here it is. I want a baby, maybe two. I want Bree to father the baby(s). Why not me, Mistress? Ian, I love you; however, you are pure Alpha DNA.

With your past history with women and the fact that I want a girl(s), Maybe shortly, we can have a boy together. For now, I want a daughter. Please understand, Ian. I love you. Bree, you are free to say no. This is the biggest thing one person can ask another.

Bree, my love, will you please father my child? Ian, please don't be angry with me. Mistress, I am dumbfounded. I need some time; may I be excused? Yes, Ian, thank you for listening. Ian walks out and closes the door. Mistress? Yes, Bree? I love you, our life together, and the Coven.

Does the Coven know about this? Did they give their blessing on this? Yes, Bree, they have. Mistress, I don't know... I mean, I loved my girls, and I failed them... I start to cry... Mistress Becky hugs me and kisses my forehead. I return her hug. Mistress Channel told me the other day you were going to ask me.

Sophia, Lisa, and I have talked about it. To be honest, I am still trying to wrap my head around it. Mistress, I think Ian is crushed. I think he needs to talk to Lisa. I would like to spend some time with him, maybe overnight. Yes, Bree good idea. Tomorrow I will wake you after 9 a.m. We need to go shopping for your and Ian's new office wear. Yes, Mistress.

I went to the kitchen to see Ian. He wasn't there. I looked out by the pool; he wasn't there either. I walked to his room, and the door was closed. I knocked, but no answer. The door was unlocked, and I announced myself as I walked in. He was lying in bed in the fetal position, crying. I cried with him for at least ten minutes, no talking. I coddled him like I used to with my girls (gosh, I miss them).

Ian, sweetie, why don't you take a shower, put on some pajamas, and I will make us some dinner? Bree, I am the chef around here. Yes, you are, and you need time to process all this the same as I do. We'll have pajama dinner tonight. You, me, and Mistress Becky.

Super casual tonight. What are you cooking? Chicken Caesar Salads and Shrimp Cocktails I can handle it. At one time, I used to be a pretty decent cook. Okay. Give me an hour. I will talk to Mistress. Okay, Bree, thanks. As I rise off the bed, he grabs my hand, pulls me towards him, and kisses me so deeply that my heart skips at least two beats. I began to swoon at his Alpha strength.

Ian, I love you, Mistress. Can you and I talk more tonight? I would really like that, he said. Maybe I could stay with you tonight? I would love what he said. Great, clean up, and I'll see you in an hour. I kiss his cheek and go back to Mistress Becky's bedroom. Mistress, I have an idea I'd like you to consider just for tonight. I'm listening.

I would like to do a pajama dinner tonight with just the three of us. I'll make dinner, and the three of us will eat in our nightwear. Great idea, Bree. I will be making dinner tonight. I hope it's okay. Ian's still processing things. That's very sweet of you, Bree.

Thank you, Mistress. What nightgown should I wear, Mistress? I want him to fall all over me tonight. Bree that pink short babydoll with matching pants and the stay-stocking with the 5" heeled mules would definitely turn him on. It turns me on. Yes, Mistress. Bree, remember when I said to keep him happy? Yes. Well, Bree, tonight is that night. Please him, be his girl, and treat him as the Alpha he is. Yes, Mistress!

He loves you like I do. I will mistress. I rush downstairs to the kitchen. Checking the fridge, I find baked chicken breasts already in the fridge. I cut it into strips and set it to the side. Then chop up the romaine lettuce. Next, I fine-shred the romano, asiago, and parmesan cheeses and set them to the side. I chill the plates and find a white Zinfandel wine to go with it.

I wash and rinse the shrimp and stuff everything back in the fridge. I shower quickly and tie my curled hair up in a ponytail with a single tendril on each side. I do a hot pink makeup job with pink smokey eyes, dramatic eyeliner, and my best pink ombre lip color to date. My pink stockings with the Cuban heels and back seams.

The final touch is my very short baby doll nightie. It hangs only 3" below my chastity. I start walking downstairs, and I hear fingers snap behind me. As I turn, Mistress has her finger on her lips and waves me over to her room. I walk in and drop to my knees.

She motions me up. Without a word being said, she unlocks my chastity. She licks my ear. She whispers, Have fun tonight, Bree, and serve our man well. With your chastity off, Ian will know you both have my blessing. Please know you both mean the world to me. I whisper back. Yes, Mistress Becky.

As I descend downstairs, Ian is already there. I smile brightly at him. What are you down to, sweetie? Well, Bree, you made dinner, so I decided to set the table. Ian lit candles and set up dinner in the breakfast nook. I looked at everything; it was perfect.

Ian, would you please set out the ice water and the glasses for the wine? Yes, Bree, right away. For the night, it seemed we'd switched roles. I saw a small sparkle in his eyes return. He had a short purple silk nightshirt that showed off his pierced belly button and purple silk shorts with hi-slits on the sides.

His sculpted cheek peeked out the bottom. I just finished fixing the plates when Mistress came down. A silken goddess Dressed in a black babydoll nightgown that was 6" above the knees with 6" mules to match. A vision of perfection. Wow! It slipped from my mouth. Mistress, excuse me. Please sit; dinner is almost ready.

She sat down, and I poured the water. Ian poured the wine, and Ian and I sat down at the same time. We pass food like families do. We talked about the week ahead and shopping tomorrow. We talked about our new responsibilities for the near future.

Ian was also to become a message courier for the law firm as well. The mistress said it's common to use couriers with legal documents. Ian was to deliver the pre-paid phones to Jacob and Susan Frost along with the messages. I had several dash cams in my gear in the garage, Mistress's car.

Ian's and mine were all set up. I wanted to record all the surveillance I could. I learned from my time in the military that vigilance is as important as intelligence. We were laughing, smiling, and relaxing at dinner. I told Ian and the mistress about my girls. My late wife and I were very proud of them.

My oldest, Christine, was on a academic full ride to UofM; Lizzy (Elizabeth),  my second, was on a full athletic scholarship at Notre Dame. My 3rd Kitty (Kate) was accepted to UofM as well, and my 4th Maria was still in junior high. All are straight-A students.

I didn't cry as we talked. It felt good to remember them. It reminded me that I was a good dad. I wasn't perfect by a long shot. But I loved them. They loved me. Mistress and Ian told stories too. We talked for a couple hours after two bottles of wine and a pot of coffee. It was time to go to bed. Mistress Becky excused herself, and Ian and I cleaned up.

Once the dishwasher was loaded and everything sparkled, I planted a big kiss on Ian, ran my hands under his shorts, and whispered, "Take me to bed or lose me forever," just like the girls in the Top Gun movie did. "Show me the way home, honey!" Ian responded to me as he lifted me into his arms and marched me to his room.

Ian's bed was king-size too. The room was cobalt blue with white trim everywhere. Bright blue satin sheets. He laid me on the bed, turned down the lights, and said, Bree, I want to show you something. I was silent and just watched. He turned on a couple track lights and started pole dancing for me. He was dancing to Michael Bub'le, and it was so sexy. I wanted to stuff bills in his thong.

After two songs, I was on my knees, pawing at his muscular, hairless legs. Glancing down at his feet, I see toe rings on each foot and a French pedicure. I leaned in while he danced; I was still pawing at his legs. The music ends, and he bends down. With his big, strong hands, he lifts me up. My weight is under 140 pounds now, thanks to Mistress Lux. I kiss Ian deeply. He lays me in bed while he slides off his thong and I slide off my pants.

I roll on my side to view my adonis. He looks like an Alpha God. Nipple rings, a dangle Naval piercing, and 4 dermal piercings, 2 on each hip bone. He's so beautiful. I sit up just a little in a playful manner. He slides into bed, his huge manhood saluting me. I never dreamed I'd be so desirable. My clitty is stiff with anticipation of what's to come. As he slides in bed, manhood touches my cage-free clitty; he smiles wide and kisses me so deeply. My body goes limp in his embrace.

His hands are soft, and his grip on me is powerful but gentle. He's in full control now. All I can do is respond. His kiss is deep, making me long for more. I respond to every gesture as if it were a command. Slowly, he positions himself on his back, and I am being guided south. I lick and kiss my way across his tight, firm chest, those nipple rings, and cute dangles of naval piercing.

As I reach my destination, I begin to massage him, gently licking and kissing him. His hands gently grasp the back of my head, guiding me down his greatness. I admire it in the dim light. Out of the corner of my eye, I notice the door is cracked open.

I pretend not to notice, but the mistress is standing there just watching. I continue my messages to my lover. Ian is softly moaning his manhood twitches while I use my spilled tongue to make his moans more verbal and his twitching more uncontrollable. I am now in command of his body.

My hero is at my mercy. I feel him swell, and then, with almost no warning, he explodes. One gushing pulse after the next. He floods my mouth and throat with his hot essence. I savor his essence. He grabs me by my shoulders and guides me to his face. We kiss as deeply as ever before.

He whispers to me, Bree, it's time to make you into a woman. I am rolled into a face-down, ass-up position. I noticed the door is opening a little wider now. Ian is still at full salute. I am now totally submissive to him. It's been weeks since Ian and I fell in love. I don't call it fucking when we do it.

Even as much of a piledriver as he is (and he can and does believe it), There's a slight gentleness to it. Ian is a very aware lover. Mistress, Carol, and Mistress Lux all described it. It's something that has to be experienced personally. As Ian enters my sweet hole, I feel a sharp, stretching pain at first.

I start breathing like a woman in labor. Once the head of his penis is inside me, the pain subsides. He then slowly pushes in until he's all the way in. He holds himself steady, allowing my body to adjust to my impalement. I arch my back, turning my head toward the door.

The mistress is still watching. I stick out my split tongue. Ian responds to my request and kisses me. While he kisses me, I feel him moving in and out, each stroke a little longer than the last. Within just a couple minutes, he's moving full-length in and out. He speeds up to the point that I am almost delirious.

I try to add a bit of twerking motion to things, and I start leaking almost immediately. I am now moaning and biting the pillow. There's a slight bit of pain, but it's overridden by the ecstasy I am in. He pushes me flat and starts his trade-mark pile-drive motion.

I am now completely powerless to stop him. (I don't want him to stop.) He rolls me to my side, facing the door, and continues. I try working my sweet hole while he drives into me over and over. He has so much stamina.

Without pulling me out, he rolls me into a reverse cowgirl, and I start making love to him with all the strength I have left. I am so wet; I dripped so much that it feels like I am self-lubricating my sweet hole. He sits up, embraces me, and kisses me long, deep, and slow. As we kissed, he adjusted me to get deeper. (I didn't think it was possible.).

He slowly lays me on my back, my ankles at his triple-pierced ears. He continues to fall in love with me. I run my hands across his firm ass and core. I attempt to play with nipples, but his motion is too powerful. He says, Baby, lie back and enjoy it.

I follow his words; my breasts are shaking as he continues. I play with my nipples. I catch eye contact with Mistress, wink, and blow her a kiss and mouth. Thank you. The mistress smiles and observes our loving display. Ian continues to ravish my body.

He is almost ready to burst. I can feel him growing again. His essence is warm as he softens within me. I am again powerless, my body limp. I feel loved. I look at the door, Mistress, smiling with the look of approval I love to see.

Ian looks at you and says, Your turn, baby. He drops between my legs and services me to a quick and very hard orgasm, draining me dry. He kisses me with a mouthful of my own juices. I collect it and drip it back into his mouth. We do this over and over.

Finally, I took in his essence. Ian says, Babygirl, you were fantastic. I love it when people call me baby girl. I kiss him and say you are my hero, Ian. With a glance at the door, our mistress was gone. I get up, offer my hand, and, like any female lover, lead him to my room for a shower.

Once the water was warm, I opened the door and led Ian in. I treated him as an Alpha should be treated. I washed him head to toe. He kisses me under the water. I even serviced him again. He was smiling the whole time. After I washed him thoroughly, I washed and rinsed his body clean under the water, only to find he had a rose wreath tattoo like Mistress Lux had. I asked, How did you earn such an honor? He smiled at me and said, Babygirl, you're well on your way.

As we finished cleaning up one another, He said goodnight, sweetheart. Not so fast, Hero! Get that sweet-smelling body of yours in my bed! Yes, ma'am, he said. We kissed and petted each other for a few minutes. Ian fell asleep a few minutes into it. I wore his ass out! (I was proud of that.) Just then, I heard a noise. Looking behind me was Mistress Becky. My mouth was open, but nothing came out.

Bree sweetie, That was remarkable. You went out of your way to please him. It was my pleasure, mistress. I should be thanking you. I love you both. I need this to work for the three of us. You have proven your commitment to me and to Ian. Ian is the man of my dreams, if only a bit older, she said.

You are the spouse I searched for years to find. I was so happy to see you making sweet love. Thank you, Mistress. He really is all man, isn't he, Bree? Yes, he is Mistress, our man. That's right, Bree. He may be in charge downstairs and with household operations. Make no mistake, you are in charge of the bedroom.

He may change your positions, but you were in command all night. Did you feel your feminist power tonight? Yes, Mistress. It's a passive power, but powerful nonetheless. That's right, Bree. With that power, most men will do anything for you.

We'll talk more in the morning. Breakfast is at 9:30 a.m. I am cooking. You take care of Ian. Wear that yellow baby doll to breakfast for me with mules. Yes, Mistress. Good night, Bree. Good night, Mistress. She kisses my forehead and closes the door.

It was after 11 p.m. when Mistress and I finished talking. I laid out my yellow baby doll for the morning. I washed off my makeup with cold cream. I went to bed with a bright blue babydoll nightie to match Ian's outfight.

I gazed at him sleeping; he was so handsome. I was never handsome as a man. I looked at my makeup mirror, and there was very little of my old self I recognized. Ian was lying on his back. I cuddled up on his right and laid my head on his firm chest. I was asleep in minutes.

I woke up at 7:30 a.m. Ian was still out. I went to my bathroom for my morning ritual and shower. I gave myself a facial while I was doing my enema. I did 3 enemas. I used rose water in the last one to ensure I was fresh, just in case he wanted to ravish me again.

I did my daytime makeup with some skin tones and soft browns. It was almost 8:30 a.m. when Ian woke up. I was in bed, watching him sleep. He looked at me. I just smiled at him. I used my fingernail and traced the outside of his face. He smiled back. I leaned in and kissed him softly. He says, Morning, baby girl.

Morning, my hero I said. He smiled and leaned, and we kissed again. Ian, darling, how are you? I'm okay, honey. Yesterday was a lot to process, are you sure? I sure am still processing it all. If it brings you any comfort, I am still processing it too. I know Bree.

Ian, What's your opinion on what I should do? To be honest, I really don't know. I love Mistress Becky. Like you, Bree, I want her happy. A baby will definitely change everything. That's true; babies are a lot of work.

There's lots of love that comes from them too, Ian. There's a lot of pride in raising a child. Ian, I'd be lying if I said the thought of a child didn't both excite me and scare me. How are you dealing with Mistress's choice?

Bree, I have to say it felt like a slap in the face in a way, but at the same time, I totally understand why. The problem I am having is dealing with not ever fathering a child again. Boy or girl, I will be happy with either one. I understand your thoughts and feelings, my love. I feel similar to you.

Like you, I have lost children too. We could raise our baby(s) together. Don't kid yourself, Ian; you would be the father of our child(ren). A child with two mothers and an Alpha father to love and protect her. Together, the three of us will raise, educate, train, and love them. Under the guidance of the Coven, our child(ren) will have every advantage we never had.

Bree, do you want to do this? Yes Ian I think I do. But I want your blessing and the blessing of my sister. Ian, Would it help you to talk to Mistress Lisa? Yes, it would. Let's mention it at breakfast with the mistress. Damn, I have to make breakfast. What time is it? It was almost 9 a.m. Don't worry, honey, Mistress is cooking this morning.

What time is breakfast? 9:30 a.m. We have about 40 minutes to get cleaned up. Good! Ian said. Why? He smiles at me. I drop my pants and nightie. I serve his godlike member, lift my legs over his muscular shoulders, and offer myself again to my lover.

Ian ravishes me again. Ian really does make me feel like a woman. He's a perfect lover. He is strong, smart, generous, loving, and gentle. He pays so much attention while making love. Few men are capable of this. He ravishes me, and I use every muscle and nerve to please him.

After 15 minutes of a nice, hard-loving He floods my insides with his essence. I grab my plug and insert it to absorb his essence. We shower again quickly. He kisses me and returns to his room for a change of clothes. I reapply my makeup and put on my yellow baby doll as Mistress requested.

9:29 am I walk downstairs and into the kitchen. It smells good, Mistress, I said. Poached eggs on toast, Pattie sausage, and hashbrowns Coffee is ready too. Thank you, Mistress. Ian walks downstairs. Mmm, something smells great.

Coffee Mistress, Ian? Please, they say in unison. I pour three cups. I set the table without being asked. I grab the orange juice and water glasses. Sit you two breakfast up in jif. We sit and pour our juice and water. I get up and walk into the kitchen.

Can I carry something out for you, mistress? Yes, Bree, take the sausage and hashbrowns. Yes, Mistress. I set the food down, and Mistress comes in with eggs and toast. We all sit and start our family to pass around.

We fix our plates. Mistress asks, So guys, did you have fun last night? We blush and say yes. So Ian, have Bree's lovemaking skills improved? Oh yes, Mistress, she was fantastic last night and this morning. Really? Do you two sound busy? Yes Mistress I blush beet red. It sounds like Bree has learned how to please her man. She sure does, Mistress said, Ian.

Mistress, Ian, and I have been talking about your request. Ian would like to sit down with Mistress Lisa. Of course, Ian. I will call her after breakfast. Bree, after breakfast, I have something I need to return to you. She winks and smiles at me. Yes, Mistress. Thinking quietly, I can only guess my chastity.

We finish breakfast. Ian, would you mind cleaning up? I need Bree for a bit. Yes, Mistress, said Ian. Bree with me, please. She extends her hand and leads me upstairs to her room. As always, she leads me into her bedroom. I immediately drop to my knees and kiss her feet. She never demands this; I just love showing my devotion.

Rise Bree, do you know why you're here? Partly, Mistress, to have my chastity put on again. Yes, the other reason is to allow you to talk to Lisa on the phone before I ask her to come over. Mistress, I think it would be wise to just ask her to come over for coffee and do some shopping. Oh, Bree, you're right. Good call.

Bree, How is Ian? He's confused, a bit disappointed, and dumbfounded. We talked about things; after all, we both lost children. It's a lot to think about. How are you? Excited, scared, and terrified of the unknown. I really want to talk to Carol. Mistress Lisa is helpful, but Carol is a sister and confidant.

I am sorry I can't say yes immediately to you. Oh, Bree, don't be silly. I am happy you are taking this request so seriously. Really? Yes, Bree, it tells me you love me, respect me, and value my wants and needs with care and consideration.

Even if you say no, I will respect the decision because of the thought you put into it. Thank you, Mistress. Lisa, Hi Becky. Can you come over for coffee or maybe some shopping today? Sure when? In an hour? Make it an hour and fifteen. Great to see you soon. Bree are the prepay phones all set up. No, Mistress, but I can have hers set up with ours by the time she arrives. Good. Lie back, baby, you have work to do.

The mistress motions for me to serve her. I begin to enjoy my second breakfast. Using my split tongue, she reaches an orgasmic state quickly. Reading her moans, I keep her on edge as long as I can.

I hear a new moan, and I speed things up. His body spasms almost violently. I speed up, pressing deeper, and her shaking increases. She's screaming now. Her juices flow freely. I serve her as much as I can. The mistress collapsed on top of me. 4 of 5 orgasms in less than 20 minutes. Ohhhhh Bree..... ooo mmyyy Gaaawwwd, girl, where did you learn that? Ian taught me. Last night? No overtime! I'm going to give him a raise!

We laugh an uncontrollable laugh. She slides down still on top of me and kisses me deeply. Bree, you have improved so much over the last 6 weeks. How did I not notice? Mistress, you are busy with work. We get it.

We do. Bree, I don't know what I would do without you and Ian. Neither do we, Mistress. Bree, tell Ian to get ready, then get yourself ready for shopping. Yes, Mistress, don't forget to tell him Lisa is coming over. What about Carol? Carol is grabbing an Uber from the airport. She'll be there after 5 p.m.Chop chop, sissy kids, we got stuff to do. Yes, Mistress.

65 minutes later, Mistress Lisa arrives. She's driving her Cadillac Escalade. Mistress Rebecca takes the wheel as I do a signal sweep of her car. The car is clean. I set up my last two dash cams in her car.

I am going to have to get more dash cameras. The smoked glass in the back allows me to watch if we are followed. We are followed, their five cars back and at least one more running parallel to us, just a couple cars back in the left lane. I asked Mistress Becky to drive so we could talk to Mistress Lisa.

Mistress Lisa starts. Ian talked to me and let it out. Becky, please, no interruptions. Yes, Lisa. I know the car is less than ideal by a long shot. But time is precious. Ian begins to explain the slap-in-the-face feeling. He explained that he knows that's not how it was meant, but the way it felt like it.

He goes on to express being left out and forgotten. He explains that he understands completely and wants Mistress Becky to be happy, but the thought of a baby is life-altering and scary. He would love a baby with Mistress Becky, too. As the only full male Coven member, he understands.

He also thinks a son could only add to their strength and power. All very valid points, Ian, said Lisa. You should know that, as a Coven leader, I respect your point of view and agree with you. As a full-submissive member, you have the right to express this desire. We have to respect it and give it full accommodations. We also have to consider Mistress Becky's age as well.

Bree, tell me your thoughts. Mistress Lisa, I am excited, scared, and nervous about all of it. Ian and I have both lost children. While I loved my girls, my heart shattered apart when I lost them. The fear of losing another child is terrifying! I want to do this, but I need Ian's and Carol's blessings.

Mistress Becky and Ian are in my world now. I cannot bear the thought of hurting them or sharing the loss of another child. I also require Carol's blessing as well. I know it was my decision, but these three people are my immediate family.

I need them to know my thoughts. If being in your coven has taught me anything, it's to share your actions with everyone. This allows us to move forward together as one family or coven.

Wow!!!! Lisa said. Bree, I am impressed; you really understand what we are about. Becky? Yes, Lisa? Let's make an appointment for Bree with Linda Lace this week. Great idea, Lisa. I'll set it up. Well, Bree, regardless of your decision with Becky's request, you have earned one of the highest honors we can grant a submissive. What's that! You'll see me very soon, sweetie.

Lisa and Becky know (Coven rules) that two mistresses must agree. The rose wreath tattoo around the anus is a coven tattoo given only to submissives that demonstrate a clear understanding of the coven and demonstrate the ability to put the coven first above their needs or any life-altering decisions. Bree doesn't know it yet, but this is the true mark of full membership.

Once tattooed, she will be able to earn her way into mistress training and SRS if she desires it. Becky, yes, Lisa? Take us to the mall off the highway. Nordstrom has a sale going, and their seamstress is on duty today.

You got it, Lisa. Becky? Yes? Please share your thoughts on this. I look back; there are two sedans following us. I watch the dashcam footage on my phone. They're pretty good; I am impressed; if I didn't know better, I'd say cops or ex-cops.

The mistress explains why she wants a baby. Her reasons for her choices again. She also explains that the coven will want more than one daughter. She also explains that the coven may soon require an Alpha male as well, maybe two or more.

The coven will always be matriarchal. Even so, men will be needed to maintain it. Good bloodlines are needed, just like horses. Ian will get a child or two. It may or may not be with Mistress Becky. But it will happen.

Ian looked relieved at this and then looked at Mistress Lisa. Lisa nodded, confirming her statements. Just as she finishes her statement, we exit the freeway. Nordstrom's and Macy's are in sight. Goody, I think to myself. I gosh, I hope we can go to Fredricks of Hollywood and Victoria's Secret too.

We stop at the valet parking lot and enter the mall. Mistress Lisa hands the valet a 50 and says to keep a close eye on it. The valet smiles and says yes, Mistress, of course. Impressive that the valets know the mistress too. The gears start spinning in my head. Valet Names? Brian and Steve. I note the names of the dates and the mall.

We walk into the mall; it's a high-end mall. The first store is Fredrick's of Hollywood! Mistress Rebecca sees my face and says, "Okay. But not too long. Yes, Ms. Rebbeca (we're in public). I grab Ian's hand like he's my boyfriend, dragging him in. I want everything, lol, but I settled on four teddies: red, purple, hot pink, and bright yellow. According to the salesperson, they also have matching stay-up stockings. Do you have red mules? Size 11? Yes, Miss, I'll grab them.

I buy them as well. I am flush with cash. I haven't shopped or hardly spent a dollar since I arrived in San Francisco. 15 minutes and on our way to Nordstrom's. Do you like the teddies? I asked Ian. Yes, but I love you more. Mistresses, hear that; we hear awwww, so sweet you two. We all giggle.

Ian holds my hand the whole time. All the women are rubbernecking and checking him out. All I can do is smile. We get to Nordstrom's and split up.

Mistress Becky takes Ian's hand and leads him to the men's department. Lisa takes my hand and leads me to women's fashion. Bree, Are you wearing a gun? Yes, Mistress. Why? Ms. Lisa, let's get some clothes, and we can talk in the dressing room.

The store was quiet that Sunday afternoon. We grabbed some skirts, suits, and a double-breasted coat dress, all DKNY. I love Donna Karin's fashion. We take the big dressing room and close the door. Okay, Mistress, here it is. Mistress Becky is under surveillance. What? Calm down, please. It's Okay. Okay? Said Lisa. Let me explain. Her big divorce case. We think that's the reason.

It has to be. The Coven doesn't commit crimes. I know, Mistress. Ian and I wore them so we could get our clothes to fit without them being obvious. Please help me. Of course, honey. Mistress runs out and gets a tape measure. She measures me up.

She comes back with three pencil skirt suits: a pinkish gray, hot pink, baby blue, black, and a forest green. I tried them all on size 8, which is perfect except for the jackets. Mistress grabs size 10. They were sold as sets, so we had to buy all 8. Mistress, I can't afford eight designer suits. Don't worry, the Coven is covering this trip.

We also got three coatdresses: black, purple (my favorite color), pink, and dark gray. After that, we went to the shoe department. We scored for every color. All 5" and 6" heels have hidden platforms. All were Louis Vuitton, Tom Ford, or Christian Dior. Then to the lingerie department. She selected for me an armload of your camisoles, chemises, and some more bras. Some have matching pants.

We had so many items that we ended up with two salesgirls helping us. Stockings and two corsets. The mistress whipped out the Coven credit card. It was over 3,000 dollars at checkout. We went to the car. With two sales girls in tow,.

The Valet Brian showed us to the car. I asked, Have you noticed any cars cruise the valet lot? He said two cars tried to, but we ran them off. He described them. I told him if he and his friends could get a picture with plate numbers without being noticed, there were another 50 in it. He said he and Steve were at the end of their shift.

I said if they each stick around until we are done, keeping an eye on things, there's another 100 in it for each of them, just don't get caught taking pictures. Yes, Bree, Brian said Steve smiled and nodded. We go back in and head to the men's department. There's my hero in a dark gray pinstripe suit. He looks very dreamy.

Two sales girls were helping them. The mistress was standing there, making selections, keeping the girls from stealing our man. The girls were giggling, flirting, and moving professionally, but a bit too seductively for my taste. I looked at Mistress Lisa. She says, Go plant one on him, honey. Show the girls to whom he belongs. Really, Ms. Lisa?

This is what women do, sweetie. You want to be a woman. Be a woman. Go get your man. I put purpose in my strut. I walk over in front of him, making sure the girls see me. I said, Ian, baby, you look great. I kiss him deeply and grab his ass, and he grasps my waist tightly. My back arched, and I posed demurely. Mmmm, I moan quietly in a way, but the girls hear it.

Mistress Lisa and Becky are standing side by side. As we release our embrace, I look at them. They are smiling proudly. Ian's has that look of both pleasure and surprise. I give him the look of yours. He smiles and continues his jacket fitting.

Fortunately, Tom Ford sells to NFL and NBA players, and they have a complete collection of big and tall. I wonder to myself if they only knew how big he really is. (I giggle to myself.) The mistress noticed the gesture. What so funny, Bree, they ask? I point out big and tall signs. I say if they only knew how big and tall he is! I smile.

We all giggle softly. Ian notices, and we give him a cutesy wave. We are soon done, and the sales girls take his things to Lisa's car. I go with him. Brian escorts us to the car and opens it. I asked about the cars, and he said they came back. He got pictures; did they see you? No, they were acting lost.

Brian gave them directions to the other lots. We took pictures of both faces and cars and plates. They texted them to me. I gave him my pre-pay number. How many are working? We had two; there is a shift of three now on the clock. When you see us, come out, gather your guys, and come see us. Great work.

Ian and I walk back in. Meet the Mistresses for a drink at Plant Hollywood in the bar. We have a corner booth. I explained what the Valets reported to me earlier. Steve and Brian are waiting for us. The three other valets helped them get pictures; they got faces too. They did great work. Mistress Becky says, How much? 100 each of the five, and Steve gets an additional 50 as Brian's partner. 600 to park a car.

That's an expensive parking day. True, my mistress's, but the intelligence we gathered is invaluable. Bree, you are clever. It wasn't all me; Mistress Lisa helped; she gave the first 50. I just capitalized on it. How do you know all this, Ian asks? You all know I served in the military. What branch is Bree? Ian asks. Air Force. I was in a mobile unit.

We were deployed more than once in Central and South America. Panama, Columbia, Peru, the Equator, and Venezuela. I was given special ops and intel training. It didn't hurt that I was raised Detriot. I learned quickly that minimum-wage workers are the best sources for Intel. Most pros, like the ones that are watching us, won't think to look at them as a threat.

Speaking of that, we should check with the groundskeeper and maids about that. How? I will sweep them and the cars. How? without them knowing? I will wash their vehicles and sweep the property early and after they leave. Ian, When is your friend coming again?

Monday night. Is he flying in? No, he's driving. We need him to get to the house without being seen. Have him park at the salon and take an Uber to the office, and he can ride with us home. One of the girls can drop off his car at the house a couple days later.

Does he know what he's being hired for? Yes, Mistress. Security and surveillance Good, did you tell him who or why? No, I just told him you were a big-shot attorney who needed extra security and you paid well. Mistress, I trust him; you can too. When we were boys, I was jumped in a mall bathroom by four guys. I was a good fighter, but three-on-one was too much for a 12-year-old boy.

Keith came in and started kicking ass. He saved my ass that day. We have been friends ever since. He taught me to fight, football, and wrestle. Keith is an MMA fighter and former Recon Marine. He's smart, too. What rank was he, Ian? Captain, he was a team leader. Silver star and purple heart in Iraq.

He got out at 10 years old with a full retirement and disability petition. He was wounded with a broken femur, a dislocated shoulder, five broken ribs, and a punctured lung. He spent 18 months recovering in a hospital.

He saved his entire team. The Marines wouldn't let him back in the field; they offered retirement, and he took it. Is he capable? Yes, he's 100٪ now. He fought professional MMA for a while. But now he teaches MMA part-time and is an assistant high school wrestling coach. He's also a great marksman.

Is he handsome? Lisa asks? Yes, he's a very handsome mistress. Ian pulls out his regular phone and shows a picture. Keith has dark auburn hair and almost no neck. He's wearing captain's bars in camouflage.

Lisa licks her lips. Maybe I can help him with his PTSD. Ian smiles. I am sure when you see the Mistress of the Coven, you will all want him on a couch. We all laugh.

Did you mention how much? No, and he didn't ask either. Money is your department, Ms. Becky. Let's talk to him tomorrow. You need to remember that your household duties will not change. Except for more training with Mistress Lux. Your beauty school training and coming-out party are also on hold. Yes, Ms. Becky.

From now on, you are beside me from morning till night, Bree. Yes ma'am. Buzzzz, my pre-pay, receives a text. Mistress, I have to go to Reno on Wednesday. Why? Remember the equipment I told you we needed? Yes, it's ready. Pick up Wednesday. I wanted to pay in cash and out of state in case they were tracking the credit cards.

They aren't the government; how can they do that? If this woman is half as powerful as you say, They're already tracking them. It will take them at least a week to 10 days to figure out why you canceled your cards. Mistress Becky says that by that time, the second deposition will have taken place. We only need to keep them in the dark until the divorce is finalized and a settlement can be reached.

She's using all her influence to keep it out of the press and courts. Her judge has the tightest gag order I have ever seen. She adds that if I didn't know better, I swear he was colluding with her, but I can't prove it. Can Jacob's firm help? I hope so, Bree because if they are watching us like they are, they'll be watching him too.

Our relationship with Jacob isn't a big secret, but it's not well known either. We haven't done business with his firm in almost a year. That's good to hear. Becky, we'll have a Coven meeting soon. Maybe Channel's Spa. We gather there together all the time. It's never the same day or time. Good, set it up for Friday at noon; we'll have lunch there too.

Mistress Becky? Yes, Bree? Can we hit VS and Macy's? Sure, honey, what are you looking for? Some new sneakers, boots, a couple leather outfits, and some smaller pants Mine are getting loose. Mistress Lux is a great trainer, isn't she? Yes, Mistress, she is. I'll say, Ian interjects! Something you want to share, Ian? Lisa said.

Ian and I blush. Well, Ian? Ms Lisa Bree and I spent the entire night together. Really? How was she? Fantastic, Ms. Lisa. Who's the bed? Mine to start, then we ended up in her's all night. Becky? It was Bree's idea. Ian was down in the dumps when I announced my request to them both.

Bree already knew but waited to talk with me, being swamped at work. Ian was hit hard by it, weren't you, honey? Yes, Ms. Becky, I was. Bree comforted me and talked to me. We made love for half the night. She was a very generous and receptive lover. She may be submissive, but I was her servant for most of the night.

She responded to my every desire and controlled me all night. How many orgasms did you have, Ian? 5, maybe 6. I stopped counting to catch my breath! We all laughed. I purchased the drinks and appetizers, tipped $20, and we were on our way. I didn't really want to leave the mall. It was quiet, and I had not been out hardly since I stepped off the plane.

I mean, I've been to the salon for more maintenance and Mistress Channel's spa. This was my first real outing, and I was enjoying it. In VS, there was a panty sale. I went a little nutty. 12 pairs of pants and 6 bras, including 2 T-shirt bras and another sports bra.

At Macy's, I spotted them again. The guys from the cars. They are following us, using reflections. Smart guys, very smart. I have seen this many times, especially in Lima, Peru. Cartel spies love using reflections to tail people.

They don't know me or my background. There is a very pretty black and Lantina girl selling body jewelry in a cart outside of Macy's. I spot four of them, two men and two women. They act like two couples, but I can tell. The girls at the kiosk start hitting on Ian. Perfect opportunity to get close. The girls are flirting with him very hard.

I put some sway in my hips, strut up to him, and plant a big kiss on him. I whisper and take pictures of me and our company. Company? I kiss him again, kicking my left leg behind me. Two couples are not holding hands with sunglasses. Again, I kiss him, over by the Sunglass Hut and another by Spenser's. Do it while I try on earrings. Be casual. I love you, Ian, and I love you too, Bree.

I ask the girls about the jewelry. They are a bit disappointed, but they are helpful. They help me with the jewelry, and Ian gets at least a dozen pictures. I spent $150 on a nice 4-tier hoop earring set, some new dangles, and 3-dangle belly button studs. Mistresses are in the real jewelry store, cruising the cases.

When we are finished, Mistress Becky waves us over. Bree, darling, you need rings plus these! My mouth drops! It's a four-tier set of earrings, with sapphire studs and matching dangles in a teardrop shape and at least 2" long. The large studs and dangles have the same size stones; they must be at least 2 karats each.

Mistress, this is too much! I say it quietly. Nonsense Bree. I cannot begin to tell you how happy you make me. I can't! My decisions are final, remember? Yes, Ms. Becky. I say. Good, let's put them on. We have to size you up. Give the nice lady your hands. The saleswoman, Sabrina, sizes me up and brings out the rings Mistress Becky and Lisa picked out.

There's a multi-stone sapphire ring, a diamond cocktail ring, and a single diamond ring with an attached gold band. None fit except the pink-stoned pinky ring. Sabrina notes the sizes for each finger on each hand, then double-checks everything with my mistress's. Ms. Stapleton, they will be ready on Tuesday afternoon.

Shall I send them to the office, or will you have them picked up? Sabrina, this is Ian, my driver and courier. He will pick them. Shall I bill your account? Yes, Sabrina, thank you. Anything else? Yes, Bree needs a couple watches and a silver and gold bangle set. Right over Ms. Stapleton. Ian takes more pictures of me. (with our so-called company).

They size up my watches in the store once they're done with Macy's time. Ian videos the mistress's and my arm and arm. I am benefiting from it all. All the while getting a video of the tail. I found a white and pink leather skirt jacket, skirt, and top set. I found the last pair of boots to match, thank goodness.

I bought two pairs of ankle boots in gray and black leather with wide 4" heels. I hear a Hold the Phone from Ms. Lisa, Becky! She says. We all stop. I turn. Oh my god, I say. Bree, you have to try it on. It's a full-length Saphire cocktail dress with gold accents and trim. But, Ms. Becky, that's too much! Bree, darling, what did I say?

Yes Mistress I whisper with a thank you, my goddess. She air-kisses me. I try it on tight. Ms Becky, It's too small. Yes, Bree, for now, but you'll be a size 6 soon. If not, you'll spend the week in the dungeon with Mistresses Lux and Sabine. Yes, Mistress. We found matching shoes too.

We head back to the valet parking. Brian had to leave, but Steve was there. He was a little more relaxed. I talked with Steve as he escorted us to the SUV. I act a bit flirty, and he smiles. Steve reports that they parked outside the valet area. He texted me to pre-pay for more pictures. He got some good face shots. I shake Steve's hand limply with a wad of cash. Remember us, I say. Take care of your team.

There's an extra hundred for Brian too. Make sure he gets it. I will breathe. Thank you, ladies. Thank you, sir. Anything you need next time, drop mine or Brian's name. Thanks Stevie I say that and kiss his cheek. He smiles shyly. So young and sweet he is.

Ian drives us back to Becky's house. We all helped unload the car. Back inside the house, Ian carries our clothes up the stairs. My first step was to lay everything on my bed. Lisa and Becky started organizing my closet. I start on my dresser with all my unmentionables. Ian disappears from his room. I notice it's after 3 p.m.

We need to start dinner; Carol will be here soon. I finished the dresser. Lisa and Becky are still in my closet, organizing all my clothes. Mistress Becky? Yes, Bree, it's after 3. If you don't mind, I'd like to help Ian start dinner. Yes, Bree, good idea. Carol will be here soon. I walk into his room. Hey hero. Hey, baby girl. Let's get dinner started, I said. I am on my way.

Bree, Can you pull out the tenderloins and wrap them in bacon? I sure can. Pull two bottles of cabernet from the wine cellar and put them in the fridge. Sure thing, babe. I said. I do as he asks, then get my laptop out and start collecting all the pictures from my phone and today's dash cam.

It takes about 20 minutes to chronologically organize it all. I walk into the secure office, make two flash drives of the information, and print my notes and stills of all the videos. Another 15 minutes later, I lock up the office and walk to the kitchen. Ian and the mistresses are there, drinking iced tea and watching Ian prepare dinner.

There she is, Lisa says. Yes, Mistress Where did you disappear to? The office mistress Take a look. I hand them the folder. Lisa and Becky's mouths dropped. Where... how?? With extreme caution, mistress. I had Ian take them. The others are from Valet and the home security system. Meet your diversity team.

Bree, Ian This is good work. Thank you, Mistress. Whoever hired them is paying big bucks. Their pros. There can't be too many places where locals like them have highly trained personnel like this. I know of less than half a dozen law firms and PI firms locally with those resources, said Becky.

See this tall guy? He's well-trained. Probably the leader of the team. Are you sure, Bree? That could be anyone. I cross-referenced the house, dashcams, and mall pictures and videos. 3 of the 4 show up at different times in different systems.

Carol going to have a field day. Do you ladies remember Andrew? Yes. Wasn't he that beautiful corn-fed blue-eyed boy football player Carol dated back in college? Thats him. He's in the FBI now.

Carol and he are still friends. Andrew hates spouse abusers. Hopefully, with this, he can give them an ID. Mistress adds that if we can prove wire fraud on whoever is listening and connect to who hired them, that's a federal case.

Terry will be here in a couple days. With any luck, he may be able to ping the source location or get an IP address. In the meantime, we should keep the pre-pays low. Use our regular phone for just obvious everyday social calls and movements. Ian? Yes, Mistress. Starting tomorrow, after you take me to the office, you will act as a courier and deliver phones to Jacob and Susan Frost. Make sure no one else knows.

Bree, Can you add extra cameras to the firm parking lot? Yes, it can be done discreetly while changing light bulbs. I will add them to the list. I'll have to go to Reno to pick everything up. No, Bree, as my assistant, you need to be nearby. We can send Ian or Keith to pick everything up. Yes, Mistress.

I return to the kitchen to help Ian. I am quiet while helping Ian. He notices, baby girl? Yes, Ian? Penny, what are your thoughts? I am just in deep thought about things; care to talk? Thanks, Ian; not at the moment. I will have to organize myself. I will say this hero! I had a lot of fun today, especially with you!

I have to admit, I was starting to get jealous of you flirting with those girls at the jewelry mall cart. Really Bree? Yes Really! Well, you handled yourself like Jane Bond, Bree! Do you think so? Of course!

It was a bit intimidating, to be honest. We are smiling, talking, giggling, and working on dinner. My phone buzzes. Its Carol. Hi Carol, Hey Bree. I am on my way. I hope you haven't eaten. No Bree I haven't. Good Ian's making us bacon-wrapped tenderloins and spinach salad. Bree! That is my favorite dinner dish. We know. We have been busy. I can't wait to see you. Me too, Bree.