Meeting my Mistress - Part 7

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Written by Brianna Demonet

Welcome home, Bree!

The other voice was my sister. I blushed a bit.

Mistress Channel and Lisa unveiled their newest creation. Everyone was silent.

Carol spoke. Oh my gosh, Brock er Bree, sorry. You are super hot. A real-life doll. Your breasts are beautiful.

Sophia yelled at Ian, Where's the mirror?

Coming Mistress Channel.

Ian dashed for a mirror.

He brought back a full-length mirror.

Mistress Becky covered my eyes as they carefully placed the mirror in front of and behind me. Close your eyes. Bree, the sweetie, said Mistress Becky. I did. Okay, sweetie, open!

Oh, my effing God, is that me? I'm a girl; I'm a girl; I am really a girl! I was stuttering.

Carol says, Come here, sister, give your sister a hug.

I hugged Carol, and she hugged me firmly, our breasts pressed together. It was the most beloved hug we ever shared. I started to tear up, as did Carol.

Mistress Becky, thank you, thank you, my goddess. I dropped to my knees. I put my face on her crotch. You're very welcome, Bree; you are now my sister and wife. You are mine now, and I am yours. We are bound to one another forever, Bree.

Stand up, sissy. said Mistress Becky. I rose as gracefully as I could. My emotions were all over the place. I looked back at the mirror, and I checked out my face very carefully.

I had high, thin, arched eyebrows; they were filled in with black tattoos, and my eyes were tattooed outlined in black with double wings. Even my inner lower eyelid was tattooed in black. My breasts were a solid C-cup and very firm. I knew I was tattooed more, but now is not the time. I knew from my examination of my face that there was no way I'd ever pass as a man again. I was so happy.

Let's see that tongue. Bree, Carol said. I stuck out my split tongue. Carol said, Wow, that's both freaky and sexy. I wish my husband had one.

Mistress Becky spoke. If you want to try it, I am sure Ian can help you out.

Ian stuck out his tongue, and my sister got really hot for it. Everyone could tell.

Mistress Becky said, Go ahead, Mistress Carol, give it a try. Ian loves to serve us, and your secret is safe with us.

With that, Carol and Ian disappeared. I have never seen this side of my sister before. I would never tell anyone either; she knows that. Now I am alone with all these alpha females. I started to feel a bit uneasy with all that just transpired.

Mistress Becky spoke. Ladies, would you excuse us? I need a moment with Bree.

The ladies went to the parlor with their drinks. Mistress Becky softly but firmly took my hand and led me to her bedroom. I was floating on air, but I was starting to tense up when I thought about why I was being pulled to the side. What did I do wrong? She didn't feel angry with the way she held my hand. Her tone was happy, almost musical. She opened the door and led me in. I walked past her as she motioned for me too. I took three steps and dropped to my knees.

She spoke softly, her words like silk to me. Bree Aww, you are so sweet to kneel. You are going to work out so well for me and us. You will need more work, both physical and demure training. But you have great instincts. Thank you, Mistress. Bree stood up; I did. Turn around; I did. She unzipped my dress and pulled it off my shoulders. I was in my corset and pants, garter belt, and stockings. Wait here, honey! I stood there as she arranged a few things in her bathroom. I could not see her.

Come in, sweetheart, she said. I walked into one of the most beautiful bathrooms I'd ever seen. There was a six-person hot tub, a shower big enough for four, a bidet next to the toilet, and two counters with two side-by-side sinks. Everything was pink and white. All the metal fixtures were brushed stainless steel.

As I walked through this palace of a bathroom, I rounded a small nook and was face-to-face with Mistress Becky beaming at me. I loved the look she gave me. I can only describe it as intoxicating approval. It is a look that makes me want to do everything I can to see it over and over. She knew it too; she knew everything to make me submit without a harsh word.

As I stood before her, I noticed several mirrors, all arranged so I could see my entire body. I had tattoos running the full length of my body. It was a very delicate design like I have never seen. Starting at the nape of my neck was a small lace, florette, and teardrop design.

Designed in black, a delicate henna chain that flows over my shoulder blades leads to the upper middle of my back all the way down to my ass, framing the top of my ass into a crack. My back tattoo wrapped around my pubic area. There is a beaded tattooed chain on the outside side of my thighs running down to my legs to stocking top tattoos of the same style. Under my breast was the same tattoo, and it connected to my back tattoo.

My nipples had beautiful, heart-shaped shields. My tongue was split deeply and pierced on each side. My ears had five piercings in each earlobe. I had three cartilage piercings at the top and back, and another in the front. I also had a death and a tragus in each ear.

Mistress Becky was giving me a tour of all my upgrades, as she called them. My breasts were C cups. The mistress said that after a few months of hormones, I would be getting D cups, maybe even double D's.

The mistress ran her soft hand all over my body. She used a lotion on me, then kissed me softly. The mistress helped touch up my makeup. She kissed me deeply. Her tongue and mine were at war while we were kissing. I dropped to my knees and started to serve her. Her moaning was like her singing a song to me. I had my tongue buried deep in her hairless flower.

As I continued to serve her, she began to spasm. As I finished servicing Mistress, she started feeling me up. She played with my clitty and the plug in my sweet hole. I was wild with passion. I would do anything for an orgasm; she knew it.

She pushed me onto the heated bathroom floor. Mistress pulled my plug and inserted a toy. She said to me, This is your only form of mastery, and this isn't an ass; this is your sweet hole. Never refer to it as anything but a sweet hole, understood? Yes, Mistress Boipussy, I understand.

The mistress proceeded to play with me right there on the floor. It hurt a bit at first; it showed in my face. I said nothing, but Mistress knew it. She stopped and massaged my sweet spot for a bit to relax me, then went back to work. She built me up until I came over and over. My orgasms were different now.

The sensation was almost all internal; my clitty came a bit, but not as much as before. I could feel my sweet hole expand and contract, wanting it back inside me. I was wild for her toy now.

Mistress could see that I was clamoring for the toy. She used it again and again. It only took a few minutes to reach the heights of orgasm. I was taking my questions from Mistress, and she started playing me like an instrument. After what seemed like an hour or longer, I went limp. The mistress could see I wasn't faking it.

Mistress called up for Mistress Lux. I was limp on the floor, covered in sweat and juices. The mistress leaned down, grabbed my hand, and helped me up. Let's get you to your room, sweetie. I will put you back together. She turned to Becky and said, Take it easy, Becky; we just got her; don't break her! The two mistresses laughed.

In my room, I was given a coffee enema to perk me up and a hot bath. The tub was prefilled with salts and oils. The water was pink, and the fragrance was very flowery. As I stepped in, it felt awesome. I could feel my energy returning.

It was only the afternoon, and I knew things were just being. Mistress Lux never talked to me that much before today. She was always professional, never just warm. She stayed with me in the tub, massaging me. I'm washing my face, being careful not to wet my hair. She started talking to me.

I was nervous around Mistress Lux. Her beauty had a fierceness to it. She was never mean to me; she was just very direct and quiet with me. Mistress started saying that I was the most natural beta male she had ever seen. Bree, darling, I know you are still a bit scared.

I know I have not been very warm to you. It's my protective nature toward Mistress Becky. Like you, sweetie, Mistress Becky gave me a lifeline when I needed it most. How so, Mistress Lux? Like you, I was a very confused young man, and I was at a low and dark point in my life. I walked out in front of her car one day, trying to end it.

I hit my head on the hood of her car. She got out, called 911, and followed me to the hospital. I was given X-rays, an MRI, and a complete physical checkup. I was also given a psychological exam. I was found to be gender dysphoric and suicidal.

I was going to be institutionalized. Mistress Becky paid my medical bills and filed to be my foster mother. I was 15 years old at the time. I was living on the streets until I met her. She saved me and showed me a better path. Because of her, I am educated, healthy, and happy with my family and friends. Your sister, Carol, is one of my friends.

Bree, You need to understand that it is an honor to be in Mistress Becky's circle. She is generous and wise. She is my mistress, my mother, and my friend. I hope you realize how special your induction day is. Today, you will become one of us.

Like Ian, you are our submissive. Mistress Becky owns you and Ian, sweetie. However, the mistresses are your superiors. You are to listen to all of us, but Mistress Becky's word is final. You will have a life of pleasure and privilege. All you have to do is submit your free will and your freedom. You will know true freedom through the act of total submission.

As your superiors, it's our job to protect, lead, guide, and train you. It's your job to listen, learn, and follow instructions. You can ask questions if you don't understand but never question the instructions. Do you understand, my sweet Bree? Yes, Mistress Lux, I understand and will comply.

Very good Bree, I think we are going to become very close. We have much in common. She started playing with my heart-shielded nipples and kissing me. She started to fondle me, and that got me going. I loved the attention.

Mistress Lux cleaned me up and did my makeup in an evening style with a cute red satin and white lace lolita dress with a petticoat. It was complimented with red satin 4 1/2" stiletto heels, red stockings, and a red lace garter belt. My collar was changed to match red leather with Sissy Bree stamped into it.

I dropped to my knees and tilted my face to her crotch as a sign of my submission. Mistress Lux spoke as she put her hand under her bowed chin: Rise,, Bre, darling slowly looked her in the eye. You are going to fit in well, honey. I will be your mentor for the next few months.

I hope to be more than your mistress; I want to be your friend. Just don't forget who the superior is, understand? Yes, Mistress Lux. Come on, honey, we are just getting started. Dinner should be ready soon. What are you drinking, Bree? Cosmo? Of course, every sissy's favorite drink!

As I walked down the stairs with Mistress Lux, she was holding me with one hand and my leash with another. Everyone was gathered in the dining room. My sister was gathered with them. Carol had a smile of satisfaction that would not go away. How was it, Carol? I asked. Carol smiled at me and said, I know what my husband is getting for our anniversary this year. Everyone laughed. I can see Matt with a split tongue now, said Mistress Becky.

Mistress Channel said call me and I will do it free of charge. Carol, you know you got the Coven discount. Everyone laughed. Dinner smells wonderful; Ian is quite the chef, as I said. Mistress Becky spoke; he's pretty good for a USC middle linebacker. Wow, I thought that explains the Magic Mike's body and the lack of fear at the club.

The mistress all sat down. Ian came in for dinner in ten minutes, my mistress. Bree, sweetie, I could use your help. I looked at Mistress Becky, and she nodded at me, and off I went to help Ian, my hero. Everyone, especially Becky and Carol, could see I was taken with Ian.

Once in the kitchen, I was hit with all the aromas. Ian handed me approval, and I got to work. Bree, take out those two Krafs of ice water and come back for the salads. Oh,  and Bree? Yes, Ian? Remember to curtsey before you turn to walk away.

Yes, Ian, thank you. I set the Krafts of water on the table, curtsied, spun around, and went back to the kitchen. I repeated the delivery with the salad and the potatoes and vegetables. When I got back to the kitchen, Ian was ready with the entree and the lobster tails.

Bree sweetie? Yes, Ian? Grab the lobster tails, put one on every plate, starting at Mistress Becky, and serve to her right. Work around the table once you are done. Sit at the table; I will be there in a minute, and hang up the apron now. I hung up the apron, grabbed the lobster tray, and headed back to the dining room. I served as Ian instructed, curtsied, and then took my seat. Ian came out with the prime rib.

Ian had waited to carve it. He said it would dry out if we carved into it too fast. He presented the roast to all and started to carve it on a serving table. Mistress Becky was first, and around to her right he went. I was last, as I was on her left. My sister Carol was directly to her right. Ian sat on my right.

The food was excellent, and the time we had was grand. I knew my sister was an alpha female, but not to this degree. I learned much at this dinner. I learned that all these women had a story. Their stories started with chance meetings with Mistress Rebecca, Carol, and Channel.

The three, as I like to refer to them, all met in college, and they rushed the same soreness together. As it turned out, they had much in common. They were focused on studying more than boys. They loved makeup shopping and sweet, submissive men. Although back in college, it was very tough to find. They also had a sexual attraction to one another. The three were very honest with one another. Which allowed them to assume power in their sorority and student government at Notre Dame.

They became key players in college. They used this to make key connections for the future. They dated boys a bit for appearance, but they kept the rest quiet. When graduate school came, Sophia (Mistress Channel) went to John Hopkins. Carol and Rebecca went to Brown University for law. They kept in close contact while in school and again after graduation.

Mistress Lisa met Mistress Channel in medical school. They were sorority sisters from different chapters. They became friends, and when Lisa opened up to Sophia, things started coming together. During the spring break of their first year of graduate school, Lisa was invited to join the 3.

Lisa and the three clicked, and now they had the core they needed. This is what they always wanted. A group of four is strong and can steer things the way they want and need them. The four coordinate everything in their lives with one another. From jobs to men, friends, and contacts, With Lisa and her chapter, their contacts and resources more than doubled.

This wasn't corruption; it was a way to make everyone they worked with, did a favor for, or needed a favor benefit. They did business, trade, and services all over the country and overseas. While they were expensive at times, The benefits of working with them were very advantageous. This brought many loyal business partners and associates worldwide. The four are all divorced, all from equally educated men.

The husbands were the stereotype of most Ivy League alpha males. They marry the hot, educated girl in school, be faithful for 5 or 6 years, then start cheating on them. Cheating on the four was a major mistake. The four ended up with major settlements that were very substantial. In the case of Mistress Rebecca, her marriage lasted only 12 years. Her husband was 10 years older than her.

She had only joined his law firm after she won a divorce and spouse abuse case against him. He fell in love on the spot and had her hired, and a year later they were married. Becky became a partner in 7 years, and her husband became a senior partner. At 10 years old, she suspected him of cheating. Just before their 12th anniversary, she had enough proof to put him in the poor house. She called Carol and presented all the evidence to her, and Carol found the one Attorney in California who would take on Jason Stapleton, and Jacob Frost.

Jacob was a California native and a USC football hero. The story goes that Jacob was never afraid of big-gun lawyers and won a majority of the time. Jacob was also an independent lawyer. He had a small and very loyal staff. Mostly family, friends, and people that would not get a chance elsewhere. Jacob and his wife trained and provided for their staff like a family.

Carol was friends with Jacob's wife, Susan. Susan isn't a mistress like the 4. She was one of Carol's closest friends in junior high and high school; they were cheerleaders together all four years. Carol loved and trusted Susan.

Jacob was presented with the case and said, Give me 30 days, and don't say a word to your husband. Rebecca did as she was advised by Jacob, and 45 days later she was senior partner at the firm, but her husband was reduced to junior partner with all the firm's mandatory pro bono work. He also had twice-a-semester lectures at the local colleges about the dangers of infidelity in marriage for the next 5 years.

Jacob, Susan, and the firm have a very beneficial business relationship now. As I sat and listened, I understood how and why these mistresses all chose to live as they did. The female-led relationship lifestyle makes so much more sense to me now.

They don't do it as a way to be in charge. They do it because they are capable, able, and more responsible than any man could ever be with the same power. The people they help along the way are always ready to help in return. The other Mistresses all have stories similar to Mistress Lux.

Ian was a star college football player and wrestler. He was headed to the pros when he blew out his knee in the Rose Bowl. Ian was the cousin of Susan's friend from high school. She asked Becky for help. Ian's family was poor and
Ian was the first to go to college full-time at USC.

But after his injury, he couldn't afford to finish school. Becky stepped in and made sure he finished school with a double major in business management and culinary arts. After college, Ian was hired as Becky's house manager and chef. Becky also found out that Ian was an exotic dancer, a very open-minded exotic dancer.

The die was cast for Ian. Ian said he loves being in the Coven; I hope you will too, Bree, as his hand massaged my thigh. Everyone at the table knew how taken he was with me. I was beginning to believe that this was part of my new life, as I always wished for an accepting home and security. People who loved me as I am. I also believed that I was a toy for Ian too. Ian's part-time toy (I am okay with that) at Mistress Becky's permission, of course.

I smiled the whole time. Listening and acknowledging all around me. Mistress Becky reached under the table, fondled me, and said, Are you sure this life is what you want, Bree Sweetie? This is your last chance to back out. We have to be absolutely sure this is what you want as well.

This new life will require much work and sacrifice. Your freedom, as you know it now, will be gone. You will never make decisions for yourself. Carol and I will see to your well-being. On the plus side, you have zero responsibilities except for the duties you are assigned by us and Ian. You will be paid as is Ian and have a health plan.

You are my slave, sissy-husband; you will offer all forms of service and submissions. You will be generously rewarded, some of which you have already made. I love your tongue and ink. Just to let you know, you are 2 weeks into HRT, 50 weeks, and you will be getting an orchiectomy, as she squeezed me while massaging them. Well, Bree, what is it going to be?

I rose from my chair, looked at Ian, and winked. Ian quickly pulled out Mistress Becky's chair and swung it to the left, facing me. As he did, I curtsied, dropped to my knees, and, with my face between her legs, begged her to allow me to stay and join the coven. Carol said, Oh my gosh, Becky, if he wasn't my brother, I'd own him.

The mistresses were all clapped with sheer delicacy. Never has anyone ever shown that much submission with next to no prompting. I thought you stayed, Bree; now stand up, my sissy, and turn around. I did as she said: lift your hair, sweetie. I did. The next thing I knew, she took off my leather collar and replaced it with a pearl collar/choker with 2 strains of pearl that draped into my cleavage and 4 small strains that wrapped around my throat like a choker.

As I saw it, I started to tear up with joy. I curtsied to Mistress Rebecca, and she hugged me so tight I thought I'd pass out. I started to get weak and stumble, but Mistress Rebecca was a strong woman and steadied me. Carol came over and looked me in the eyes, touched my chin, and said welcome to the Coven, my sweet sister. It was then that I knew that Mistress Lux spoke the truth.

Submission of free will grants you freedom few will ever find and even fewer understand. Ian looked at the mistresses and said, Mistress, may I? Yes, Mistress Rebecca spoke. You may, Ian, just leave us some too. The mistress laughed. Ian walked up and grabbed me tightly and kissed me so deeply that I went limp and my leg came off the floor. Everyone saw it. Ian was holding my weight; I couldn't do anything except respond to his kiss and touch. I felt my pants moisten a bit.

The mistresses retired to the parlor, and Ian and I served them coffee. I was about to return to the kitchen, and Mistress Lisa said, Bree, honey, please join us. I turned to Mistress Lisa, curtsied, and said thank you. I sat to the left of my wife or mistress. Instinctively, I rose from my seat and served my Coven coffee. I poured mine last, and I sat in silence as these dominant women of power chatted before me.

They spoke of the things with their children and work. Mistress Carol was remarried. Her husband, Matt, is a real estate developer. While an Alpha male, for the most part, he was a slave to Carol. They loved each other very much. Matt was a very loyal and loving husband, unlike Carol's first. Matt, who knew him, always said he was a fool for cheating on her. Matt knew from day one about Carol and Rebecca.

He had a great respect for them. He had done business with both in the past. In fact, all businesses and property management went through Matt and the Coven. Matt was solely the property of Carol. He didn't mind that Carol played a bit. He knew she always told him. She was always honest with him.

Matt once took a stab wound for Carol when they were jumping on the street. Wounded Matt still kicked his ass. I loved Matt because I knew he would always protect her in ways I never could. I never understood any of this until now. It was a lot to take in. I listened to everything quietly. Mistress Rebecca said, Ladies, should we introduce Bree to Coven-style clubbing?

Absolutely, said Mistress Lux. Permission to outfit Bree? Yes, please, Alexis said, Mistress Rebecca, and don't forget to make yourself, honey. Rebecca smiled. Mistress Lux looked at me and said, Let's go, baby, we have work to do. As I took her hand, I heard Mistress Rebecca say, Ladies, to my room, we need to dress. Ian, honey, have yourself and the car in 90 minutes. Yes, Mistress.

90 minutes later, I was changed into a pink leather corset dress with 6" above the knees and 5" platform ankle boots with black fishnet stockings and a garter belt. This was moving so fast now that I was dizzy with it all. The mistress saw the state I was in. Bree? Honey? Yes, Mistress? You okay? I feel dizzy, Mistress.

I just need a minute, please. Sophia? Mistress Becky called her. Yes Becky? Ohhhh, sweetie, she came right to me. Dr. Channel grabbed my wrist and took my pulse. Ian!!! Sophia called to get my doctor's bag from my car. I heard a door open fast, then run. Here, Mistress, he said. She grabbed a flashlight from the bag. Waving it in my eyes, she said, Bree, honey? Yes, Mistreeess? How are you feeling? Okay, Mistress.... a bit dizzy and weak.

Your pulse is up, honey, and your pupils are a bit dilated. Can you stand? I stood up slowly. Still dizzy, yes, mistress. Okay okay. Becky? Yes Sophia? Bree needs rest tonight. She's alright, but still a bit weak and needs more rest. I am going to recommend another week of light duty before you start anything with her.

Don't worry, Bree, you're okay; it's just fatigue. Ian? Yes, Mistress Channel? Carry Bree upstairs, put her in a nightgown, and tuck her in bed. She has had a long day. Ian? Yes, Mistress Becky? Put her in my bed and keep an eye on her, and Ian? Yes? Give her a massage; it will help her sleep. One more thing: no monkey business. You can cuddle and massage her, but no sex. She is way too weak. Yes, Mistress.

I am so sorry I messed up your evening, Mistress. I started tearing up. Noooo no no, Bree You okay. It was too much for you today. We just got excited to show you off. Everything is fine. Besides, your coming out isn't for 4 months. You need rest. Ian will help you and will be up shortly.

Relax, honey, everything will be fine. It's far too important to put you at risk. Thank you, Mistress, Iannn? Yes, Bree, please help me to bed. Come on, honey. Ian lifts me up, cradled in his arms, and I feel cared for. I wrap my arms around his neck. He carries me upstairs.

Sitting at the foot of the bed, he undresses me. Ian, do you have any tattoos? No Bree I don't. Why? Mistress Becky says tattoos are not for most men. Besides, there are only a couple spots where I could wear them.

Iannnn, yes, Bree? Thank you... you are my hero. Just as I finished the word hero, I passed out. I wake up in the middle of the night, and Mistress Becky is lying beside me. I use the bathroom. I straightened my hair a bit. Powder up a touch, and return to bed with Mistress Becky. She's awake when I return.

Bree honey, yes, Mistress? How are you feeling? Better, Mistress, much better, but still very tired. Sleep, my doll. Tomorrow is Saturday. Sleep all you want. Yes, Mistress. I lie down, Mistress spoons me, and I am out. I woke to see Ian standing above me. Ian? Afternoon sunshine! Whaaaat? It's 1230 p.m., darling. You've been asleep for over 16 hours. Really?

Come on, lazy bones!. He extends his hand to me, and I take it, and he pulls me up. Ian escorts me to my tub. Again, it's filled with pink-scented water. I cap my hair, sit, and start to relax a bit. The water is very warm; all of a sudden, the jets turn on, and Ian steps in. Ian!!!. It's okay, Bree. I am going to give you a water massage. Ian begins with my shoulders and neck.

My body feels so tight. Ian's strong hands are working their magic as I begin to loosen up. Before I know what's happening, I am sitting in between Ian's powerful, smooth legs. I feel his lips caress and kiss the back of my neck. I feel myself melting into him as his hand works on my back.

He's slowly working down my back. Soon he cups both breasts and leans me back against the tub. I feel a gentle pressure to lean back, and I comply. I am being seduced, and I know it. I am too weak to fight it, and it feels too good to have him stop. My nipples are rock hard, and my clitty strains have been confined. Soon he's massaging my ass and legs.

Before I knew it, Ian had my body limp from his massage. I am still a bit soar and stiff from all my "upgrades." Ian lifts me up, and I sit down on his huge member. I am still a bit tight, and it hurts a bit at first, but Ian is strong and lifts my 140-pound body like a feather. Ian gently lowers me on his huge member. I am under his power now. My willpower is gone. I submit to him as I would a mistress.

The jets are pulsing, my heart is racing, and his members are throbbing and bouncing in and out of me. I try to keep my noise to a minimum, but it's not possible. I am screaming now. I feel my new breasts bounce up and down. His lovemaking is how I always imagined it would be. I am starting to use my muscles a little and tighten myself just a little. Oh my gosh, that felt great. Ian sensed it too.

I am on a wave of emotions and sensations like never before. Ian is so strong yet incredibly gentle. He positions me on my knees while in the tub. Never leaving my boipussy. I respond with his guiding touch. Ian is so manly yet as powerful as he is, not the least bit rough.

I have felt at least five internal orgasms now and am on wave number six. My moans are almost screams, and my body is responding with pure instinct. I live with my body now. I am in perfect time with him. Without warning, I feel his body swell for a split second before his hot essence flows inside me. It made me orgasm again. I fall limp into his grasp as he stays inside to soften within me again. I spin on my knees and kiss him deeply.

I step slowly out of the tub and drain it. I started the shower again. It was then that I noticed Mistress Becky and Mistress Lux standing in the doorway of my bathroom. The mistresses are smiling at me. I curtsey naked, only wearing my chastity. Good afternoon, mistresses, I said.

My brother looks like you are regaining some strength. Yes, Mistress, a little. Ian brings it out of me, Mistress. We see that, Bree. How was she, Ian? Mistress Lux asked. She's got a ways to go, but she's getting better every time.

Mistress, she needs training, but she's got great instincts. Her body control needs training, but she's learning. All the time, I stand there blushing and listening. Mistress Becky smiles and says, Bree, honey, it's time for your physical therapy.

Ian Now that you've made her a mess, clean her up inside and out, and then you two clean things up in here. Bree, honey, put on your exercise leggings and a leotard and meet Mistress Lux in the gym. You have 30 minutes. Move it, you two. Yes, Mistress! we say in unison.