Meeting my Mistress part 5 (Patreon)

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Author - Brianna Demonet

Sunday morning, I woke up after a very erotic dream. I notice I am in a hot pink baby doll nightie. I go to the bathroom and prepare a coffee enema. I take a quick shower, rinse my hair, wash my body, and moisturize. I then start my enema. After a 15-minute hold of 3 quarts of coffee, All the while I clean up, I notice I don't have my chastity. Where did it go? I didn't take it off; the plug is gone too. Am I being sent home? Oh no!!!! I want to stay. I need to see Mistress. I clean up, makeup, and walk into the bedroom while I'm in my towel. I come face-to-face with Ian.

I said What happened last night? Why are my chastity and plug missing? I took them off of you so you would be comfortable. But Mistress... She gave me the key, sweetie, and she told me too. She wants you well rested, honey. I know what you are in for tomorrow. You will need your rest, baby. I will be nursing you through this. Mistress is very happy with you. I like you a lot, too. We will talk more. Now put on this pajama set and heels and come down the stairs. I have breakfast and coffee ready. The mistress will be down soon.

I put on the hot pink pajamas and 3 heels, walked down the stairs, and sat in the breakfast nook. I sat where Ian told me to. Ian brought me coffee, smiled, and said, Cream and sugar? Please, Ian! Ian sweetie? Yes, Bree? Thank you for protecting me last night. You're welcome, honey; it's all part of my job. I am happy to do it. Those guys didn't leave happy. You are my Lancelot, Ian.

WHATTTT... Well, you two are very friendly! I stood up, then bowed before I spoke. Good morning, Mistress. Good morning, Ian, and my sweet sister. Ian spoke, Mistress, please sit; coffee is coming right up; breakfast in just a couple minutes. Thank you, Ian. Eat well today, Sissy, and drink lots of water. Ian has nothing for Sissy to eat after 4 p.m.Are you excited for tomorrow, sissy?

Yes, Mistress, Ian's tongue split is fantastic. I can't wait to get healed and put it to use. That's good to hear, sissy. You will be putting it to great use. Expect a painful recovery, sissy. Not to worry, Ian and my friends have all been through it. You are joining a very exclusive club. You are being cut into our club. You have said, done, and reacted as perfectly as we hoped, even better in some cases.

We are very proud of you. Yes, sissy Brianna, you are making me very happy. Thank you, Mistress. I blushed and smiled right at her. Ian served breakfast, Mistress had fruit salad with yogurt, and Ian made me a four-egg steak and cheese omelet. You need your strength, Bree. Tonight for you is prime rib. I guarantee you will need it. He stuck out his tongue and started clapping it, and other tricks warmed me up. It was then that I realized my chastity was not on. I couldn't disguise my reaction.

Mistress spoke. Bree, my sweet sissy what's wrong? I thought she'd be mad. Mistress, I need to tell you something. What, sweetie? I started to cry. I am not wearing my chastity or butt plug. I am so sorry. I don't know what happened. Awww, my sweet, submissive sister... She is so adorable, isn't she, Ian? She's very sweet, my mistress.

I tasted her mistress; she tasted like cherry pie. Oh, Ian, you are so bad. Bree honey... Ian and I took it off and out after you passed out last night. We wanted you comfy in bed for the next two weeks and very light duty the following 3 to 4 weeks after that. A tongue split sounds straightforward, but it's a shock to your body, and we want you healthy and happy, honey. Ian knows what you need. He will take very good care of you.

Thank you, Mistress. I was so worried. I never want you to be disappointed with me. You will get my best, and I will learn to be everything you expect, want, and need. I hope you will be impressed with my devotion to you.

It's not too late to back out, pack up, and fly home, sissy. If you're not sure, I am sure that I am at home here with you, Mistress. With your mistress sisters and beautiful Ian, my hero All sissies take a shine to Ian. But I have never seen him cater to any of them like he does to you. Keep him happy for me. Sissy, can you do that? Yes, Mistress. You know what that means, right? Yes, Mistress. Good girl.

We ate breakfast, and Mistress didn't miss anything. I was still being probed for a weakness in my commitment to Mistress. She smiled brightly at my answers and unwavering ideals about the initial commitment I made to Mistress. Along this journey, we developed a love of sorts, an interest in the FLR, feminization, sissification, and submission.

We formed a pact to do for one another. I serve her every need and desire; she in turn will chastise and feminize me. I am to be her living doll. To play with and to serve her every desire. This is all I want and think about. This shows me the way to true happiness.

Bree, sweetie, are you absolutely sure? Mistress said. I don't want to pick at your emotional wounds; however, this is a big step. Your family was lost to you in a very tragic accident. You won't be able to revisit your old life ever again! Please be sure. I really love you, your interest, and your devotion.

I want you as my wife and doll for life, but you have to be sure to be happy. I need to know without a single doubt that it's what you want. Do you understand, Bree, sweetie? I only want you for this if and only if you are sure. I understand, Mistress. Would you like to talk to Mistress Lisa again if she can be over this afternoon? Yes, Mistress, please; that would be very helpful. Good girl, I'll set it up. Thank you, Mistress. You're welcome, my sweet sissy girl.

Ian smiled at me. Okay, honey, it's time for a bit more orientation. Come with me, honey. Yes, Ian. He took me to my room and had me shower up again. I toweled off, and on the bed were a two-piece thong bikini and 4" heel wedge sandals. He helped me tie it on. Without my chastity, I was starting to get an erection, and he said, Easy, baby. I blushed. He said it was time to oil you up! What? It's a suntan oil I make myself. It's a mixture of baby oil and espresso coffee. He rubbed it all over me. I was going out of my mind. He finally finished. I was starting to be really hard while tucked, and I was blushing badly.

Mistress walked in. How are my kids? She was joking. Ian spoke; she was a bit excited; she needed breasts, but the bikini fits her nicely. Can you tie it up? No, Mistress Ian did it. Ok, for today, honey, but you need to learn to do it yourself from now on, ok, sissy? Yes, Mistress. Come on, Bree, it's time to make some tan lines. Ian escorted me to the pool and brought me an iced tea. Ian said 20 minutes on front and back, then showered up with another enema. Thank you, Ian. You are welcome, baby. The mistress was watching everything. Ian may have been told to flirt with me. But I think he was enjoying teasing me. I loved it. He's so hot. I finished the front, and Ian oiled my back again.

He slipped his fingers in my crack and massaged me in the middle for about a minute. I was moaning like a girl in heat. He finally stopped. I was almost sad. I started to relax a bit and finish my tan. I went up the stairs to shower and enema. I went into the bedroom, and there was a skirt and blouse with a bra and pants set.

I put on my corset, pants, and bra. I put on a satin pink robe, then went back to the bathroom to put on my makeup. I did a double wing liner again and a smokey purple eye with my favorite MAC purple lipstick. I did an ombre lip color. I walked downstairs for some iced tea and saw if Mistress Lisa was there. I do not want a mistress waiting on me. Ian handed me another iced tea and said the office was open. Go on in and relax. Mistress Lisa will be here in a bit.

I walk into the office, find a coaster, lay back on the Freud couch, and close my eyes for a bit. As I lay there, I thought about what Mistress said. She is a true alpha female. She doesn't miss a thing. She is a very intelligent, forward-thinking woman, much like my sister. I must have been talking while I was lying there. Mistress Lisa said, Who is Carol? What huh? I forgot where I was for a minute. Mistress Lisa? Hi sissy! Who is Carol? Carol, you were talking about her in your sleep? Carol is my sister's mistress. Are you two close? I am not super close, but there is no one I trust more than my sister. Does she know about your visit out here? Yes, Mistress, she knows everything. She isn't thrilled, but she understands my gender dysphoria.

I was diagnosed with gender dysphoria over 20 years ago. She knows I tried to be normal. But I always go back. I'm glad you have her to rely on. Yes, it's great. Thank you, Mistress. I agree that you are gender dysphoric and are leaning toward needing to be a woman. Now, Bree, sweetie, why do you want to commit to Mistress Becky in a FLR as her sissy wife and doll? Mistress Becky, I am a true beta. I have been chatting online with Mistress Becky for 4 years.

In every chat, she has never had to walk back a comment or contradict herself. Every idea, every opinion, all styles, and all the things she wants from a sissy are things I want to do. Her idea for a sissy is how I want to live the rest of my life as her doll. I look forward to wearing her collar, chastity, and body modifications forever. I never want to be a man again. I have been looking forward to living my life as a woman for the rest of my life. I want to make my alpha wife happy. Being a woman completes me. As a woman, I find peace, strength, and confidence; as a man, I never find them. I am ready for the next step in life.

Do you have any doubts about tomorrow? You can't go back after tomorrow. Yes, Mistress, I am aware of that. I also understand I might end up with a lisp after tomorrow too. I am okay with that too. I wish I had some small breasts and some permanent eyeliner to go with it. Really Sissy? Yes, Mistress. I have never been happier in my life than I have been over the last couple of days. I know this is the best thing for me. You sound very sure of yourself, sissy; we have to be sure. This is the point of no return. Yes, Mistress, I understand completely. I am ready to transform into my true self, a sissy wife, a doll, and a woman.

Very well, sissy. I approve of you moving forward into your new life with my closest and dearest friend. Thank you, Mistress Lisa. I will not disappoint or stray from the current path before me. I feel in my heart and soul that this is my true path. Ok, sweet sissy girl, prepare yourself; as of tomorrow at 8 a.m., there is no turning back. I nodded to give Mistress the last word. I was wondering the whole time: why such affirmation over a tongue split? Still, it's a start and an investment like this, and the commitment it will take is something special. Mistress Lisa kept talking to me, asking question after question. I felt so relaxed.

When I came back to reality, it was after 3 p.m.Ian was in the kitchen; it smelled wonderful. Sit, baby, he said. He brought me an iced tea. I sipped it in the breakfast nook overlooking the pool. He said, How do you feel right now? I feel great; I actually feel better than I have in a long time. Ian? Yes? Did we. I mean, did we? He interrupted. Did anything happen last night, Bree? No, you gave me a deep kiss that I returned; that's it. It was an enticing kiss. I hope to return it soon. I blushed so bad. Bree, baby, go up, clean up, and change dinner. Enema too. Be back down in 30 minutes. Thank you, Ian. Gosh,  he is so sweet.

When I got upstairs, there was a denim mini skirt, a pink T-shirt with 4" pink heels, and a matching bra and panty set. I noticed a pair of pink socks with lacey ruffles, ankle-high. I did my makeup and headed downstairs. For my last meal as a man or male, I put it. Ian was a man. I am a beta; I am alright with that. I was first in the dining room. Mistress Becky and Lisa entered the dining room.

I stood up and bowed. Good evening, my mistresses. They both smiled at me, walked up to me, placed a hand on my chest, and kissed my cheeks at the same time. They double-teamed me, I thought quietly. Good evening, doll. Mistress Becky said: Are you ready for tomorrow? It's a big day for you. I am ready. Mistress Becky, I am excited to join the Cut Club. Good girl, let's eat. Eat hearty, dear; it's the last solid food meal for almost 2 weeks. Yes, Mistress.

The prime rib was amazing, with garlic mashed potatoes, spinach, and stewed tomatoes. It wasn't hard to eat like a man; it was all great, plus I was so hungry. Over the last few days, I have eaten much less. I still needed to drop some weight. 2 weeks on a liquid diet will help with that, I thought. I finished up and helped Ian with the dishes.

The mistresses hung back and watched us. Ian was an incurable flirt. He was doing it on purpose. Sttttop, I said in a catty way. He pinched my bum. You are so bad, as I said. I glanced back at the mistresses; they were enjoying the show. Ian knew it. I know he was told to tease me. I loved it. The mistresses were chatting quietly and giggling at us.

They just watched as Ian teased me into a horny state. With no chastity, I was stretching the front of my skirt. It was very obvious. We finished the dishes, and he laid the mother of all kisses on me. I was pure putty in his arms, powerless, submissive, and wanting what came next. Easy, you two. Bree, you little sissy slut, go to your room!

Mistress Becky said: Ian get over here. I was worried and started to tear up when I went to my room. I went to the bathroom and cleaned my eyes from my running makeup. I was in a fetal position on the bed, crying like a little girl would. I didn't like the idea of Mistress being mad or disappointed with me. All I could think about was how much trouble Ian was in. And what can I do to make it up to Mistress?

I lay there; it must have been 20–30 minutes; it felt like hours. I was sobbing myself to sleep when the door opened. Mistress Becky and Lisa walked in all decked out in black and red latex. Ian was collared and shackled up, carrying a tray of adult toys. What was going to happen to me? I wouldn't wait long to find out.

Ian was ordered to kneel on the floor in front of where I was lying on the bed. I was still in the fetal position. I was still crying. Ian was as submissive as I felt. Mistress Becky sat on the bed beside me. I was a fountain of tears and sobbing. Mistress Becky spoke as she stroked my hair and kissed my cheek.

There there, my little sissy slut. You are extremely submissive. You're far deeper and more submissive than even you know. Not to worry, my sissy doll, I know what you need. You will get everything you need soon enough. Mistress Becky, I am so sorry I upset you. Aww, my sweet little sissy doll, you need not worry. Now it's time to make me happy. Yes, Mistress. Good, sit up. Now take off his chastity. Now take care of him.

Ian stood up, I kneeled in front of him, and I proceeded to worship this big, beautiful man. Ian was as fully waxed as I was. His skin smelled so good. I started to play with him. I serviced him. He softly moaned. Mistress Becky stroked my hair and was whispering in my ears about how sissies will never touch women in the way we did as men.

Worship is your new form of sex—to be receivers of men and givers of orals to women. It was indeed making me very hot. You'll have sex, my sweet girl, but you are now the submissive. All my sisters are alpha females. You need to love him sweetly. Bree. Ian has a big crush on you. I know you have been crushing on him. Show him, don't hold back, my little princess. Make sure you accept his gift.

I could taste his essence. He tasted like sweet cream, and he was moaning sweetly. I felt pressure behind me. I instinctively relaxed and accepted it. It was a bit bigger than what I used, but it wasn't painful. I started to move my body with it while servicing Ian.

I took my cues from Ian's moaning. I was going to town on him; the sensations he was feeling had his eyes rolling back. I couldn't tell if it was pain or pleasure he was in. I saw a tear in his eye, and I went up and kissed it and went back to work down south. He was moaning in waves from soft to loud, attempting to control himself. I felt Ian and how much he enjoyed my attention. Mistress Becky and Lisa just smiled at me.

Ok, sissy, stand up. Mistress Becky said, I did not say a word; I just stood up.

Ian and I made love for the next 30 minutes as the mistress watched. We shared our bodies with one another. I never felt more loved and alive than I do right now.

The movement came back to me as naturally as anything. I found my groove with Ian, and we were in sync. We were making love right in front of the mistresses. I leaned in on Ian; he felt it and turned around and arched back, and we kissed. God, he's so beautiful; we never lost our rhythm. His body and his movements are so in tune with me. I feel a sensation I haven't felt in a long time.

We kissed again. God, I love his split tongue. I never expected to make love like this again, even for a minute or two. Here I was making love to a guy most women dream about. That split tongue is magical. I can't wait to get mine healed up.

Ok, Bree! Mistress Lisa spoke, Clean your man up! Yes, Mistress. I proceeded to clean him. I glanced at each mistress; they had sat back and were petting each other while watching our show. I could see and almost feel the affection they have for each other. Ian and I are for playing with them. True alpha females are beautiful, powerful, and able to manipulate beta personalities like myself to their will.

I was trapped, captivated by their power, their personality, and their control over my mind, body, and soul. All I wanted to do was make them proud of what they were molding me into. I was well aware of it. I could walk out and go back to my old, normal life. To be used and abused by all the world. Or I could stay and allow myself to enter a life of servitude to one person, a goddess.

A goddess who would take care of me, a goddess I answer to, a supreme woman, a mistress A goddess that always trains, teaches, and tells me what she wants Never worry about responsibility again because she is responsible; she is my superior, my reason for life, love, and happiness. Yes, Mistress, that is all I need to say.

Mistress Lisa raises a hand. Ian responds, and he walks to her. She spreads her legs and unzips her crotch. I see Ian starting to service her. She moans with an ecstasy I have never heard of. Ian devotes attention to her as the goddess she is. Next is Mistress Becky, and in only a few minutes, Mistress Becky is sharing the same pleasures.

When done, Ian walks me to Mistress Becky. Ian says to worship her now, Bree. I began to worship her like Christmas morning. He slaps my butt cheeks. As I raise my bum, Ian begins to make love to me as I worship my mistress.

I can feel the warmth and power in his head. Then I feel 11" inside me. He's such a gentleman; he is slow and gentle. He whispers, Bree, sweetie, you are mine now; enjoy it, because very few are good enough.

The next thing I know, I am face-deep in Mistress Becky, with Ian behind me making love to me. I was in the middle of pain and ecstasy. It was incredible. I never felt this kind of rush before.

I moaned while servicing Mistress Becky. She shook a bit and closed her legs on my head. Ian had an incredible rhythm. I was almost limp from pure exhaustion. After our marathon was over, I felt his essence inside me. It was very warm, and I felt so special now that a piece of him is now imprinted in me forever. I fell limp. He returned the favor and kissed me deeply. I never felt like this.

I felt desired, loved, and cared for. I was shown a new form of affection I never knew could exist. If it's between normal and this, I choose this every day. Ian worshiped my body and kissed me deeply again. Most wouldn't kiss the other, but a few would return a peck of a kiss. I tried to swallow his whole split tongue and everything in it. I wanted all of him. I returned to my mother and mistress, and in minutes she reached the rapture I was hoping to provide. I could feel the quivering in her body.

I continue with the dedication I swore to her. Remembering my priority, I dedicated myself to worshipping her as promised. I concentrated on her as I was taught by a cougar years earlier. Mistress started to shake and moan with passion, and I craved to hear from her. I worked harder to keep her on the wave of pleasure she was on. I was determined to prove I was worthy of being her chosen one. I kept her at the shaking point for at least 10 minutes. Mistress Lisa held her hand and shoulder while I continued my services.

I worshipped her love nest until she collapsed on her back. From there, I was guided by a hand to Mistress Lisa. I did the same for her. After several minutes of my services, Mistress Lisa tensed up; she started shaking as I continued my pace. I felt the flood of her warm juices in waves.

Mistress Lisa collapsed in the broker chair. I kissed her thigh and thanked her. She lifted my chin and blew me a kiss. I went back to Mistress Becky, rested my head in her lap, kissed her thigh, thanked her, and told her I loved her. She said I was the best girl so far.

I nestled with her until she was ready to get up. It was almost 8 p.m.The mistress said it was time to clean up and get ready for bed. I got showered, put on my baby doll, and went to sleep. Tomorrow was the point of no return. With a split tongue and the beginning of a brand new life, I could barely sleep. A new beginning that I dreamed of my whole life. I was asleep by 830 p.m.