Meeting My Mistress Chapter 53

Ann is back within 5 minutes, and Sharon is already putting in the pink blazer dress. Ann comes out, grabs pink heels,, and goes back inside. I hear them talking and giggling like girls do.

The parade starts. Sharon was a little unsure about the heels at first, but after 6 outfit changes, she is improving. Ann teaches her to walk, sit, and stoop in the clothes.

Another cart shows up with bikinis, beach bags, and at least a dozen purses of various sizes and colors. As Sharon prances around. Sharon looks great in everything she's smiling ear to ear.

Ann shooed her off to change again. I wave Ann over.

I ask her, there's got to be 4k worth of clothes here? $4600 and change, Ann said.

Don't worry Bree, I talked to my manager. If you gross your total at 5500 or above she'll give you 50% off!

What? How?

Your wife's case, it's been in the news.

Yes, I know.

Well, the store manager's father used to own a winery in Napa Valley. Ms Preston had it seized. Then purchased it through a shell company.

Your boss has a new fan.

What's her name?

Cherrie Mumford.

I'd like to thank her personally.

In between changes, I asked Cali if she would call Ms. Mumford down.

Moments later Ms. Mumford shows up. She is almost 6' tall, with golden brown hair, and wearing a dark gray power pantsuit with black 5" Lou Vuitton heels.

Ms. Mumford, I am Brianna Stapleton. Thank you for your time and thoughtfulness.

What can I do for you, Ms Stapleton?

Ann mentioned why for your generosity today. I like to try to help you.

Stapleton? How are you related to Rebecca Stapleton?

Yes, she's my wife. Your problem. Do you have access to all the tax records and documents?

Yes, I can get them. This is my wife's card. This is her private cell number. Only call the private cellular. Tell her your story, she may be able to help you.

I can't afford a lawyer.

Don't worry about that right now. Just talk to her. I can't make you any hard promises but I can tell you she will listen.

Thank you, Ms Stapleton.

Please call me Bree. I shake her hand,

Please call me Cherrie.

Cherrie, thank you again. We are grateful for your support today. You're very welcome.

I head back to the fitting rooms

Sharon and Ann have made serious headway. I see Sharon come in a dark purple Sheath dress with thin tank straps. She's wearing a pair of 5" Loui Vuitton heels. She looks great even without a waist cinched.

It's then I notice no panty line. She changes to a white one then pink. All look great. Sharon is beaming with pride as I smile at her. I wave over to Ann.

How's our girl doing, I ask.

She was nervous at first, but her love for the clothes had taken over. Now our girl is like a kid in a candy store.

Where are we at price-wise? It's about the same, maybe 4700.

I swapped out a few things. She's going to need jeans, denim skirts, a couple of jackets and some leotards, unitards and tennis shoes too.

Cali and Amy are already getting them, said Ann. Thank you, I said smiling.

My phone buzzes. How are my girls? It's my wife.

We are doing great Mistress.

Ann is helping us again. How much so far? 4700. What? She balked.

If we spend over 5500 the store manager will give us 50% off.

Really? She wasn't allowed to give the firm the 30% off as usual. But she's using her privilege.

Why?

She Likes you. She watches the news. I gave her your private number. I think she has a case that involves Ms Preston. I think it's worth listening to.

What's her number?

I gave her the number, and Becky instructed me what to do from there.

The last outfit is a schoolgirl pink plaid mini skirt and a short-sleeved top with a vest to match the skirt. Sharon's Mid drift is exposed and all 12 piercings are on full display.

Ann outfits her with laced ruffled ankle socks and 5" heeled black Mary Jane shoes.

I ask Ann to pull tags and have her wear them out of the store.

Bree, I'm so exposed?

Really? It's no worse than what I wore my first time to the grocery store; it was a satin sissy maid dress in sheer white stockings and ruffle-laced nylon socks.

Really?

Yes, and it was a Saturday afternoon, and I had to stand in line at the service counter. A few weeks ago, Terri and I strutted through this very mall in thigh-high boots and short corset dresses.

Ann, Cali, and Amy are packing everything up. We had to make two trips to the car to load it up. Steve and Tony helped us on the second trip. I tipped Ann 200 and Cali and Amy 50 each.

I tipped Tony a 20 for helping out too. Tony and Steve couldn't take their eyes off Sharon. It was so cute watching those boys ogle over Sharon.

Tony tried to flirt with her. But Sharon put on the shy girl routine which made matters worse. Shy girls to boys are like catnip to cats. Tony was the gentleman.

Any excuse to touch her just a little Tony took. I didn't encourage him, but I didn't say no either. Tony would open the car door and very lightly bump her or grab her hand a little more than needed when taking bags from her.

It was so cute the way she'd smile and blush. I knew Sharon enjoyed it because she never took a step back. I felt proud and full of pride watching her like I was a parent again. I was even more proud I didn't cry this time.

Steve was helping me, ever the gentleman. I looked at him and said softly,

Look! Casually pointing to the pair of them.

Steve looks at me and says, sorry Bree he said in a hushed voice.

No, it's okay. Let it play out I said.

Really? asked Steve.

Sure nothing is gonna happen. Sharon was blushing red like a fire truck.

Thank you Tony for all the help, Sharon said

My pleasure he said.

I could have sworn she batted her eyes at him.

Then I saw it, I was waiting for it. Tony leaned in and kissed her cheek, just a peck on the cheek. Sharon just beamed. She pecked his cheek in return.

It was quite the display. It made me very proud. Maybe Mary was right. One day I might make a good Mistress. Even if it happened, I'd still be my wife's sissy; that will never change.

I found out much later that the assigned Mistress pays for 50% of the initial outfitting. We still had an hour and a half until our appointment with Dr Channel. So we strut off to Macy's and our appointment with Tia.

Bree!!! Tia cries out.

She is so perky as well as beautiful. What do we have here today, Tia asks.

Tia this is Sharon, Ms Stapleton's new receptionist.

Aren't you a cutie! So, how can I help?

We need a full setup. She needs a daytime professional and a sexy evening look.

Colors? Pinks, purples, and green, and maybe something seductive, a little vampy or steampunk-ish?

I can work with that. On the stool Sharon!

Sharon stays silent as Tia and I converse.

Tia looks at Sharon are you a special girl?

Yes, said Sharon.

And shy, too, I see. I bet Tony at the valet stand was all over her, wasn't he?

Big time, I said. Tony loves the shy girls. He's hard to resist.

Tia, you? I Asked? Oh yes. He likes all girls including special girls.

Really? He's tapped me a few times. He's not much for conversation but he's hung like a horse and has great stamina. He's my 3 am boy, nothing more. Are you caged yet? Tia asks.

Nope, not yet she says as she caresses Sharon's crotch.

Sharon blushes! She can't help it, she is still smiling.

Okay, first we start with daytime. She runs through shading and contouring with foundations, then eyes, blushes, and finally lips.

She makes Sharon go over and over with ombre lips in 3 different colors. Next is evening makeup. She makes Sharon do the foundation and contouring, blush, and eyes. After a successful application. We move on to the schoolgirl and vampy look.

Tia applies the look once.

Sharon, being a good student, is a quick study and is made to do it over and over. By the second attempt, Tia declares herself perfect. Tia touches up the littlest bits and seals her makeup with a light mist spray.

Tia adds a brush set and organizes the bags, day, evening, and sexy. I pay her and slip her a 50. Bree, you don't have to.

You're right I don't! I want to, Tia.

Well, thank you, Bree. You're welcome, honey. All three of us air kiss, and we're to Victoria's Secret. I grab 2 of each t-shirt bra, strapless, racer backs. Then we grab 3 babydoll nighties: pink, purple,, and yellow. I grab 3 thongs to match them.

We pay and strut to Penny's for a couple of purses and wallets. I find a purse that closely matches her schoolgirl outfit.

We thank the boys at the Valet stand.

Tony opens Sharon's door and holds her hand. Sharon sits in the butt first, smoothing her skirt, and swings her legs in.

She drops her purse.

Tony picks it up and leans in too far forward handing it to her. He's itching for a kiss. I nudged her forward toward him. She takes the hint and pecks his lips.

Th, th, thank you ladies said Tony.

Steve winks at me mouthing, Nice!

We wave as we drive off. Even with windows up I hear the whooping the guys are doing at the stand. Sharon is blushing again.

I see Sharon blushing red.

Are you okay, honey?

Bree, I, I, I don't know.

What's not to know. You two flirted, he treated you like a lady and you kissed him.

He kissed me, said Sharon.

Oh Really! And don't tell me to drop your purse was an accident! I'm not buying it.

Okay, I wanted to kiss him; he was sweet, funny, cute, and kind. Did you his Brown eyes?

Yes, I saw them and the doe-eyed look you gave him too.

Bree, was I wrong to kiss him?

No, sweetie,, it was the natural thing to do. Honey, you're a girl at heart.

Where to now? Mistress Channel's spa for a physical and maybe a chat with Lisa. You may also meet Mistress Mary here. In the Spa, there is Doctor Channel and Nurse Mary. Okay, Sharon?.

Okay said, Sharon.

No, say it, three times each, I say firmly.

We cannot afford slip-ups. Your behavior reflects on me and mine in you Sharon. We are a team and sisters. While I am not your Mistress I am your mentor, big sister if you like.

I won't let anything bad happen to you. You can count on me.

You sound almost like my mom, said Sharon.

I'll take that as a compliment I said.

It was meant as one. Bree?

Yes.

Thank you for everything. You're welcome; you really need to thank my wife, Mistress Rebecca; she's your sponsor.

I will Bree.

What I mean is your friendship, guidance, and inspiration. Bree, I mean it, thank you.

Sharon had a look of relief and happiness. You know Bree, as humiliating as this outfit is, I really love it.

Well, sweetie, you have the body for it. Tony liked it.

Bree, will I be having sex with men? That's between you and Mary. If I had to guess I'd say yes. You're a sissy now sissies have sex with who they're told to have sex with, no questions asked. My sex life is very active and very fulfilling. I think yours will be too.

We're here! Bree you parked so far away!

I don't want my doors dinged up. That was partly true but I was under orders to show her off. I parked over a block away. Sharon was struggling a bit in those 5-inch Mary Jane heels.

I walked in front of her. I said, think about walking a tightrope, one foot right in front of the other. Let your heel land first. Steady your upper body and back straight, and roll your hips. That's it, girl. Work those hips.

By the time we got halfway there, she was getting it down. Thinking to myself, If Tony saw her now. I giggle to myself. She sees my smile.

What? She asks.

Nothing, I say. Comm'n Bree, please?

I was just thinking how much Tony would love to see your new strut.

Bree!!!!! We giggle.

You know you loved his attention.

Yes, I really did.