Meeting My Mistress Chapter 14

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Very well, ladies! Alice said, Let's prepare our girl for her ceremony.

I stay silent and unbound. The mistresses carefully corrected me and dressed me. They put on some very tall, crotch-high boots.

They laced and buckled on my boots. A dress was slid over my head. The material was latex. First, the collar was fixed, then shackles were attached to my wrists and ankles.

The collar and shackles are heavy; I found out later they are Swedish-made and interlocked.

Chains are then attached to my collar, to my wrists, and then to an 18-inch chain between my ankles. A bag is carefully slid over my head, and a long coat is draped over my shoulders and buttoned for me.

I could hear Ian and Alice in the background. Alice says, Ian, she is ready for transport. I hobble to the secure private parking lot. I am put in the car. Once in, Ian drives me to the dungeon. I hobble in with his assistance.

I get into the elevator and we head down. I said nothing the whole time. The only time Ian talked to me was when we were walking. We walk for a small distance. I hobbled in my platform boots with 8" spike heels.

My corset is as tight as ever. The collar and shackles are heavy. I would be very worried if I weren't so turned on. I trust the Coven. Ian knocks once on the door. I hear doors open.

I am led to a spot and turned into a position. I hear people chatting quietly and some shuffling around.

I hear Carol speak.

Everyone places, please! The shuffling increases for a minute, and the chatter goes silent.

I am very happy to see everyone here. We are here tonight to award our newest member in a very special way this evening.

This award is not something to be asked for or offered. It isn't something that one member can just give. It must be earned through loyalty, service, acts of courage, and selfless acts for the betterment of Coven.

I am especially honored that our newest member is my former brother, now my lovingly devoted sister and wife to my best friend, Rebecca Stapleton, our lead mistress and a mother to many of us.

We are here to stand witness to her award and the marking and being made as a coven sister. Will our marked members lead our candidate onto the ceremonial table?

I am taken by each arm and turned. My coat is removed, my hood is removed, and I see my outfit for the first time. I am carefully laid on my back.

Staring up, I see a giant mirror. I look like a gothic princess. Wearing a black and red skater dress, no panties, and crotch-high black and red platform boots.

My collar and shackles are of black-finish stainless steel. I am as sexy as I have ever looked. I am rolled face down, stripped down, arms shackled in place. My legs were positioned in stirrups and spread out wide apart.

Mistress Channel approaches me. She inspects me and injects me with a sedative.

Ms. Lace? Mistress Channel asked. 

Yes, Mistress?

Please begin. Mistress Channel said.

My rectum is wiped with alcohol. At the same time, a ball gage is placed in my mouth. The tattoo transfer paper is aligned around my rectum.

My eyes locked on the mirror.

Ms. Lace whispers This is going to hurt, honey. Rest assured, I am one of the best.

It dawns on me that she was the tattooed woman who did all my ink while I was in recovery.

Ms. Lace picks up the ink gun and begins. I hear the buzzing; I feel the pokes of the needle. The poking should be unbearable, but the sedative has kicked in.

I watched the mirror intently. I watch as I see the wreath outline begin to form. It's so pretty. I feel even more numb now than when I started. To each side, while I am bound, Mistress Becky and Carol are holding my hands.

Ian is there looking at me. He senses my numbed and shocked state. Mistress Becky whispers It's official now, Bree. You have earned your spot in the coven. No one can touch you now.

You are mine forever, both in life and death. This tattoo signifies you as a Coven member. You are my wife, my maid, and my submissive. You are my doll and slave.

Breath Bree, says Carol. Just so you know, now you can never return to manhood. You may have the plumbing, but you are our Coven sister. We are bound by ideals, goals, and justice.

We help those that we encounter. Those willing to submit to a purpose far higher than themselves. Loyalty is rewarded 10-fold. We are all looking for a brighter future for you and our Coven.

Thank you, Mistress. Thank you, Mistress Carol. I stutter through my ball gag as I am being inked.

My chastity is very tight. Good thing I have it, or it would be more humiliating. I feel humiliated in my position. No one is laughing. Mistress Channel monitors my heart rate with her fingers.

Sissy?

Yes, Mistress Becky. I mumbled into my gag.

Do you like your dress?

Yes, Mistress. I nod.

Good, sweetie, I picked it out just for you today. You make me happy, sissygirl. I am very proud of you. We belong together.

Becky and Carol slide their hands under my dress and begin kneading my breasts and playing with my nipples. There must be 20 people there. Many I still do not know; I see a few sissies. One has a very sour face as my tattooing continues. 

The wreath is complete. Now Ms. Lace adds the colors. Red and pink roses. With green thorns and leaves. In between my cheeks above my hole, she puts a small Transgender sex symbol with a female symbol in pink and a male in powder blue, interlocked together.

Carol whispers to Becky, and Becky's face lights up. Carol asks me out loud for everyone to hear.

Bree, would you like your daughter's name tattooed on your back?

Yes, if my mistress approves.

Yes, Bree I approve.

The healing cream is applied to my fresh tattoo. Plastic is taped to cover it. Ms. Lace says no solid food for at least another 72 hours. I am unshackled and told to roll over.

Mistress Becky shows her exactly where to put it. Carol has beautiful cursive handwriting and lists my girls from oldest to youngest from the top down with birthdays and the day they died with R.I.P.

Mistress Becky says. Don't worry, Bree; there is room for more names.

Ms. Lace tattoos the names I hardly feel. She adds matching roses and hearts similar to my new tattoos. She adds cream and plastic wrap over it.

Carol and Mistress Becky lift me. Ian steadies me; they lift my dress over my head and zip me up. Ian walks me to a chair and hands me a Voss water.

Here you go, baby girl, he says.

Thank you, Ian.

The members of the Coven all come over and congratulate me. Mistress Lisa and her sissy Amber come over.

Bree, Mistress Lisa says this is my sissy Amber.

Nice to meet you, I say as I offer a limp hand for a handshake. She hesitates and reluctantly shakes my hand.

Amber! Mistress Lisa is appalled at Amber's behavior. 

Mistress Lisa apologizes to the Coven. Amber is ball-gagged, restrained, and walked out.

Mistress Becky, Lisa, did I do something wrong? I ask.

No, Bree, said Mistress Becky. Amber is a loyal sissy. However, Amber can be the jealous type. She's been wanting your tattoo for the last 3 years. She's a good sissy, but she isn't nearly as worthy as she likes to think she is.

You mean I accomplished more in 4 months than she did in 3 years?

Good Question Bree, Becky says. First, you are 100% honest with us. Second, you never talk back or question us. Third, you do everything you're told to.

Fourth, you take care of us.

You are protecting us in a way I never heard a sissy do. You're not perfect, Bree; none of us are. You are very loyal and willing to do what needs to be done. Look how happy you made Ian and me. 

I am over the moon with how well things are working out for us. You are not nearly as jealous of others as Ian or myself. Everyone knows you and Ian have a crush on each other. You never whine or complain about our attention to others.

I drift to other lovers; you say nothing; you don't get mad or the least bit jealous. Why?

Because Mistress Becky and I had a deep understanding of FLR when we started. You and Ian may spend time playing with others, but you always come back to me.

You both need me, and I need you both. The three of us are a family, a team. I said 

What will happen to Amber? I asked in a concerned manner. 

Carol speaks up. She will be punished, Bree. How isn't it for us to say? That's Lisa's responsibility. Amber was the lead sissy here until you showed up. Without knowing it, you outperformed her in every way.

Amber is a good sissy, and like you, she is here of her own free will.

I would like to ask a question and, if possible, make a suggestion.

Speak freely, Bree.

Has Amber ever had much training with Mistress Alexis?

No, she was almost 100٪ trained by Lisa. Why do you ask?

Mistress Becky I mean no insults or criticism when I suggest letting Mistress Alexis train her for 30 days.

Mistress, You, Carol, Alexis, and Lisa all have had an influence on me. Mistress Alexis was pretty much my trainer, role model, and mentor.

She is firm, fair, and very motivating for me. She is the foundation of my training. You three are my reinforcements that my training gets applied.

I am Yours; Amber is Lisa's. I don't see Lisa as happy with her as you three are with me. Amber may love being a sissy, but she doesn't understand what being a true sissy is all about.

Mistress Lux explained it to me the first day I visited the Salon. For a submissive/slave to be free requires the sacrifice of free will. She said, "Surrendering free will leads you to a new freedom that few ever find and even fewer understand." Amber doesn't understand it, but she can be shown it.

That's very insightful, Bree.

Thank you, Mistress. I apologize for being forward about this. I have the advantage of all of you and your insight and wisdom. Amber needs that. Amber is intoxicatingly hot for a sissy.

Please don't get me wrong. I love Mistress Lisa; without her, I wouldn't be as happy as I am now or as stable as I am. With your support, Lisa, and my therapy, she saved me without nasty medications most people use and can't live without.

We will mention it to her. How are you feeling? Mistress Channel. 

Better Mistress Channel. I answered. 

Good bend over. She wipes my butt cheek with alcohol pads. I get my hormone injection in one and vitamin B12 in the other.

Ladies and Ian! Bree will need one day at home to recover. Ian, she will stay hydrated. The only solids she's allowed are chewable multivitamins and vitamin E chewable tablets. Water, sugar-free Powerade-type drinks.

No coffee. Hot tea is okay, with no cream or sugar. She can eat again after noon on Saturday. Bree water enemas only for now, and no anal sex! Mistress Channel said.

Yes, Mistress.

Ian escorts me to Mistress's car and helps me in the backseat. The drugs are beginning to wear off. I am feeling sore and sleepy. Carol gets in the driver's seat of Mistress's car.

Ian takes Mistress home in my car. I was unchained but still in shackles and a collar. I love my new crotch-high platform boots. In my boots, I was 8" taller and almost as tall as Ian. We followed Ian and Mistress Becky home.

Ian opened the car door for all of us. Carol and Becky went straight inside. Ian walked me in. As we walked, Ian said, I know your discomfort, Bree. I will nurse you back to health, baby girl.

We walk in, and Carol and Becky are making tea and coffee. Carol looks at us. Sit down, you two. We all sit in the breakfast nook. I had the tea. As rare as it is, I speak first.

I would like to say something, please.

Mistress, Carol, and Ian I would like to thank you all for the honor you've bestowed upon me. I am sorry I didn't get a chance to thank Mistress Lisa. I won't disappoint any of you or the Coven. Please thank Mistress Lisa for me.

You can thank her yourself; she'll be here tomorrow for a session. Becky said. 

Do you think Amber knows Mistress Lisa nominated me?

That's a possibility, Bree. Forget Amber, for now, Bree. Carol said. 

Thanks, Carol! I said.

Ian, don't forget to check the cameras.

Thanks, Bree. I will.

We finished our drinks. Ian cleaned up and then helped me upstairs to bed. I stripped, and Ian checked the plastic covers of my tattoos. I slid on my red babydoll nightie, and Ian helped with my panties. He helped me get comfortable in bed.

He lay with me, whispering how happy he was for me. He told me the discomfort would pass very soon and to sleep in and relax tonight and tomorrow.

Ian slid under the sheets and cuddled behind me. He wrapped his strong arms around me. I purred like a kitten and felt secure and loved and drifted off to sleep.

Thursday, for the first time since I came out to SF I slept in until almost 10 am. I got up and went to the bathroom. I pulled out my enema stand and set up a 4-quart warm water enema. It doesn't take long for me to take all 4 quarts.

As I lie on the bath towel on the heated floor, I start reflecting again. So much has happened. I haven't had an episode of anxiety in a couple of weeks. I was so busy protecting my family with my counter-surveillance operation that it was hard to think of anything else.

It was a lot of work. Truth be told, it felt great to be back in action again. I didn't like that it was directed at my new family. Even as submissive as I am, I still have a long protective streak.

I think about my exchange with Amber. I heard Lisa talk about her. Lisa loves her, and she's very happy with her. I was looking forward to meeting her. I hope my thoughts about helping her work.

Amber is beautiful, smart, and loyal. All great qualities a sissy needs. I release myself in the toilet. It's clear. I take a half shower and towel off. I slip on my red maid's uniform and get to work.

I straightened my room and bathroom. I go to Becky's room and change the sheets, straighten her room, and scrub her bathroom to a shine. I go to Carol's room and do the same. I take all the laundry out to the hallway and haul it to the laundry room.

I start all 3 washers for Carol, my wife, and me. Heading back upstairs and started vacuuming. Once done, I head downstairs. I am now exhausted. I make a cup of tea.

It's after 2 pm now, and I realize for the first time I am alone in the house. The tea perks me up a bit. I head to the secure office and start dusting. I am vacuuming the office and shutting it off. I hear the gate buzzing like crazy.

It's Mistress Lisa. I buzz the gate. Then run to the security cameras to check the movement outside. The two vans are still there. But there is a different car out front behind the bigger van. It's a black BMW 6 Series 2-door.

I blow up the plate and jot down the plate. I know I have seen that car before. I can't place it. I save the screenshot for later. I also sent it to my private server.

My private server is way off location. No one knows it exists but me. Like all other information in this operation, only I know. Lisa picked up by the garage and parked. I open the garage and greet her at the door.

To my surprise, she has Mistress Alexis with her. I curtsey.

Greetings, Mistress.

Hello Bree. You were told to relax today.

Yes, I was Mistress Lisa. I have not been doing anything strenuous. Just some light cleaning and vacuuming.

Just then the washer buzzes. Excuse me. I curtsey, turn, and head to the laundry room. I swap the laundry to the dryers.

May I offer you both coffee or something to drink?

Coffee would be great, said Mistress Alexis.

And for you, Mistress Lisa?

Coffee, please, she says. Bree, we will be in the office, waiting!

Yes, Mistress. Oh boy, I may have overstepped last night, I think to myself.

I return with their coffee and tea for myself. I place the tray on the desk, pour their cups, and serve them.

Bree, please lie on the Freud couch.

Yes, Mistress.

Bree, first let me say both of us are extremely happy with you and your above-board service.

Thank you, Mistress.

We both would like to talk to you about Amber.

How may I help you, Mistress?

Bree I like to say it's rare to come across someone that reads people as well as you do. That said, as a trained psychiatrist, I read people, and I do it well.

Bree, How have you ever read Amber that fast? I'll never know, but you're right. Bree, I need you to explain to Mistress Alexis and me what you meant about the thoughts you shared with Carol and Becky, said Mistress Alexis. 

Mistress, what I was trying to explain before is that I had multiple sources for training, education, and support. Amber seems to me to be two-dimensional in her thinking and actions.

I used to be the same way. It was Mistress Rebecca, you Mistresses. I was lucky to get a great support system.

I think Amber is jealous because of the tattoo and all the attention I have been getting. Amber feels left out. It's partly my fault for her behavior. I did need the attention, and I have improved and grown in my submissiveness, my services, and my mental state. You ladies saved me, saved my life. Amber needs you both. If I can help you, I will.

They both nod in agreement.

You figured all that out in the few minutes you met her. How? Asked Lisa.

Mistress, I count everything. It's an OCD thing. When I sense something off, I start doing the math. Amber was jealous of the way she acted towards me.

Mistress Lisa, you have a full-time practice and make house calls to me twice a week. Mistress Becky said that you trained her mostly yourself. Sissy loves attention.

She probably feels deprived, and I am the reason for it. Then I'm awarded the tattoo, while she has served the coven for three years. Mistress, please forgive my forwardness in this matter.

Bree, sweetie, you're forgiven. Said Mistress Lisa.

Yes, Bree, you're forgiven, said Mistress Lux. We both see your points, and they are valid. While Amber is loyal, she is also a handful.

I love her; however, Amber, even after her training, still has an attitude toward her. A spoiled brat-like quality I've yet to break.

Yes, Mistress Lisa, that's my point. She's more of a mean girl than a sissy.

The first discipline I had was Mistress Alexis. If her beauty itself wasn't dominating enough. Her showing me how special she is helped me. She bound me, gagged me, chastised me, and plugged me up. With Mistress Becky, they humiliated me with the grocery run.

Mistress has bound me up and spanked me. She also broke me down and built me up. She seduced my mind with her voice, body, touch, and punishments. I also experienced Ian's control and teasing.

Mistress Becky commands and structures everything. I know it will be hard, but I am looking forward to rotating between different Coven households to learn more; Amber needs you all; her attitude is a cry for attention.

Bree, are you sure you're not a therapist? said Mistress Lisa.

The mistress giggled.

We'll take care of her, Bree; don't worry. You have far more important duties on your plate right now.

Yes, Mistress.

Roll over, Bree; let's have a look at your tattoos.

I got up, took off my maid's dress, and pulled my panties down. From her purse, she pulls out more healing gel and takes off the day-old plastic wrap. Mistress Lux cleans me up. Mistress Lisa inspects my tattoos.