Meeting My Mistress Chapter 13

5 am, Ian wakes me. Saying nothing he quietly leads me to my bedroom. He lifts me and lays me on the bed face down, propping up my backside. His soft strong hands lube my silky backside. I feel his powerful body move into position.

As he enters me I let out a very soft moan of pleasure. He knows exactly what to do. As I adjust his size, I moan and begin to push back. Gosh, he makes me feel like a woman. My eyes roll back, my muscles clench highly. Gosh, I love this so much.

Not just Ian, my life. 5 months ago I was a wreck. Now I am a part of a family, a new lifestyle, a new person with a new life. Ian rolls me on my shoulders, my legs hanging over my breasts. My hole is straight up. He positions me for his trademark pile driver.

I am ready. He enters me again pushing in fully. Allows me to adjust and get used to the feeling. Each stroke seems longer and deeper than the last. His rhythm increases slowly. He's like a machine picking up the pace, slowly and in tune.

His motion is magical. I have already cum once and am starting to build another one. I think Ian has cum once already and he's still driving deep inside me. My body shakes.

I start to spasm just like Mistress Becky. He feels it; he winks and smiles his sexy smile, never losing an ounce of motion. My wife and I are so lucky to have him, my hero Ian! My moans get a bit louder but still soft in the very quiet house.

I see a dim light by the door as the pile driving continues I have cum three times now. As I open my eyes I see Ian staring at the Door. It's Carol and Mistress Becky in a sexy embrace with one another.

They kiss as they watch this Adonis ravish me while I'm upside down. I feel his body, his power, his control. I am his bitch, I love it. I should be embarrassed, but I'm not. I proudly lay there singing the moans of a sex-mad slut aching to please her man.

As I build to a fourth orgasm. It's just dribbling, but it covers my face. Ian just continues to ravish me. Carol and Becky are really petting and kissing aggressively now. I feel Ian swell inside me and I cry Yeessssss!!!!!!!! I feel the flow of his seed flowing within me.

Ahhhhhhhh!!!!!!!!!!! He cries. He enters me fully to soften inside me. (He knows how much I love that). Ian bends down over me and Kisses me. I return his kiss proudly. He lifts me up and sits me up on the bed.

Bree, you were magnificent.

Me? Ian, you're a god amongst men. I reach out, pull him close, and kiss him again. Carol is beaming at me.

Bree if I had any doubts before about you fitting in, I don't, not anymore. Carol said.

Bree that was some of the most beautiful live sex I've ever witnessed. Ian, I need you to have a serious conversation with my husband about this; I want to be done that way, too, says Carol.

Yes Mistress, Ian says.

Oh, Mistress, I forgot my service this morning.

Bree, It's okay. Ian asked if he could borrow you this morning, and I okayed it.

Thank you, Mistress.

You're welcome, honey.

Well, everyone,, we have another busy day. Said Becky.

Ian starts coffee then everyone showers and changes.

Carol holds Becky's hand as they disappear through the bedroom door.

I decided to shower alone. After my shower and enema, my curls are looking limp. Decide to use the straightener. Mistress Alexis showed it to me a while back before curling my hair.

It takes me about 20 minutes. I do my makeup in soft purples (my favorite color). I put on some false eyelashes to add some depth and a bit of a wow factor. I added a purple ombre lip color.

As we eat, I get a call from Terry on my pre-pay. I take it to the office.

Hi Terry!

Hi Uncle Brock, I mean Aunt Brianna.

I giggle softly.

Sorry, Aunt Brianna. It's okay sweetie, what's up?

I am on the road. It's a long drive. I should have what we need tonight.

That's great, Terry; if you think we need more or have any extra travel expenses, make sure you save your receipts. No speeding. Stay off the main highways.

I will have to spend a night on the road. I won't be there until Thursday, Terry said.

Do not come to the house. When you get in town, check-in at the Fairmont. There will be Keys and parking passes for the firm. Get the firm no later than 5:30 am. Oh, and by the way, I know you drove the ZL‐1.

When you get to the hotel rent a car. Something plain, Chevy, Toyota, Honda, or the like. There's a credit card in the package too. Use it sparingly. We will meet at the firm when we get there.

Once there do not leave. I left instructions in the server room for you.

Yes, Aunt Bree.

Goodman, I love you, kiddo.

I love you too. And Terry, if you can't make it by 5:30 am Thursday morning, call me here on this phone only. You'll get more instructions when you arrive.

Shouldn't be a problem. Terry said.

Thanks, sweetie.

Keith will be here on Thursday morning said Ian.

Have him rent a car and drive right to the firm leave an envelope with the rental company, said Mistress Becky.

Yes Mistress, said Ian.

Bree, I am worried that all this activity will tip them. It's possible, Mistress, but with the rental cars and Terry staying at the hotel,, I doubt it.

It will look more like a temp worker than a Network specialist.

Becky hasn't seen Terry since before college. Won't she be surprised to see the Eddy Vedder wanna-be?

We load up as before. I check the security cameras. Two cars today. Interesting, they still haven't shown a sign of us noticing them. A van in front and back.

Ian says okay, ladies, let's load up.

As before we leave for the offices. The tails are typical. We take the same route, spaced 5 minutes behind. Ian picks up the coffee as before. Things were busy at the office when we arrived.

Several SF Detectives and an Inspector visit. All were scheduled for Ms. Stapleton's calendar.

I announce appointments and take her calls. Her first assistant, Judy, a very quiet but polite woman, is not only her assistant but a first-class paralegal.

Judy is in her late 20's or early 30's Judy isn't Coven as far as I know. She's quiet but very efficient. She uses emails and the Outlook calendar with great skill. I follow her lead in office operations. I treat her as my superior. I call her Ms Judy. It makes her smile.

Judy isn't ugly far from it. But she has almost no fashion or makeup style at all. She does have great taste in shoes. She rocks in 5" and 6" heels all day with great legs she hardly shows. Oh well, none of my business.

Carol is on the phone all day even skipping lunch. With New York and Boston firms answering to her while she lives in Malibu, California, it's a wonder she hasn't gone mad yet.

I asked her about it once.

She said she and Becky tried to get others to manage the firms, but performance at the firms suffered. So she's on the team's conference calls, flying around and hustling.

She said Becky was way too busy here with the various businesses and the firm. And we are each 50٪ owners in everything Carol said she'd do it.

Carol is my little sister. Like Becky has been an overachiever her whole life. She graduated high school at 16. Bachelors degree in 3 years, 4 more years for Law school, and a master's in business.

I never stayed at college long enough to graduate. I joined the Air Force and got far away from everything and everyone. I did get a bachelor's degree in computer networking while I was overseas. There was no graduation or anything I never really mentioned it.

It was a good thing I got when I did. I had applied for officer training twice and was turned down. But my field commission fixed that. My thoughts ramble through my head as much as ever especially when the stress of conflict is near. What's funny with me is when conflict finally confronts me I am ready for all angles.

My office phone buzzes. Bree, can you come in?

Yes, Ms Stapleton.

I walk into her office, and she puts her fingers over her lips. Hands me a paper with a handwritten schedule. It's on Wednesday.

Yes, Ms Stapleton?

Bree, Carol, and I missed Lunch. Will you pick a couple of salads for us?

Yes, Ms Stapleton.

Rick should be back soon take him with you. Yes, Ms Stapleton.

Ms Stapleton, do you mind if Rick and I get a quick bite to eat?

Please do. Thank you, Ms Stapleton.

Rick approached our desks, and Judy smiled very sweetly at him. Rick, please go in. They are expecting you. Judy said with music in her voice.

Thanks, Judy. Said Rick. He smiled politely.

I don't think he noticed her smile. Poor guy needs a clue. 5 minutes later he comes out.

Rick asked, would you like to join me for lunch?

Sure. Can you wait just a minute? I asked.

Sure. I knock on the office door.

Come in, Becky says. I close the door.

Ms Stapleton, what is your policy on office dating? We don't really have one Bree? Why?

Because I saw Judy smiling a sexy smile at Rick. The poor guy didn't notice. I'd like to float the idea if you don't mind.

I like them both a lot, Bree. Float the idea to Rick. But once and only once. If it doesn't happen it doesn't happen, got it? Becky stated firmly.

Yes, Ms Stapleton. I said

I smiled and walked out

Rick says ready?

Yes sir.

Ms Judy, I noticed you missed lunch. Would you like me to bring you back something?

Yes, Bree, a chicken salad with French dressing, please.

We go to Zoups a soup and salad buffet restaurant. We make our lunches. I pay mine before Rick can get out any money.

Bree!!

Rick, it's not a date. I giggle.

I know, but it's not right.

It's fine Rick. We take the table by the window. We weren't followed as far as I could tell. Both cars were still at the firm.

Rick, I wanted to talk to you. First thing Ms Stapleton wanted you to escort me to lunch. The second thing and this is none of my business, you can say butt out, and I will no harm done.

I can read into people very well, especially on an emotional level. I know you're a good man, honest, protective even.

Thanks, Bree.

I also know you're lonely. Maybe by choice, maybe not.

What are you getting at Bree?

Judy really likes you.

Judy is a sweetheart! Rick said.

She is Rick. She is smart, sweet, and shy. She has a major thing for you. I said.

You have been working here for 2 days! How could you know that? Rick asked.

I know, I just can't believe you, with all your training, haven't picked up on it.

Really? He asked

Yes, Really!

Ever notice the way she smiles at you? I asked.

No, I just thought she was being friendly.

Look again next time. If you see it, ask her to dinner this Saturday night. If she says yes make sure you tell her where you're taking her.

Make it a nice place. I suggest Italian but anything classy works.

Bree she is everything you say but she's so vanilla.

I know she is. You let me worry about that. If you show interest in her I guarantee you she will make an effort to captivate you.

What will Ms Stapleton say? Rick asked.

I already asked if it's okay. She gave her blessing. You know she loves both of you. Just ask if she says no. You're off the hook. If she says yes who knows!

We made 3 salads to go.

As we walk into the office, Judy kinda gives me a blank look as I carry 2 salads. Rick is carrying hers. I walk past her desk swiftly trying to give them a moment.

I knock on the door with my foot. Carol opens the door.

Ladies, lunch is served.

Thank you said Carol. I hesitate a moment. I check the door is closed. I want to give them a minute of my apologies. I talked with Rick.

Already Bree?

Yes, Mistress. I didn't want Judy to be mad at me after 2 coffee breaks and lunch. She might get the wrong impression.

Good point! Said Becky.

Carol steps in. You always complained when I did that to you.

Yes, I did! And look at me now. All of us giggled.

Mistress, I have another request.

Yes! As Becky rolls her eyes a bit.

With your permission, I'd like to take Judy to our Salon on Saturday for the works, a whole spa day. I would love to take her shopping too. I'll pay for it.

Bree.... you barely know her!

True, but she's got a great heart, and she goes over the top helping me with the flow of things here.

Okay, Bree, but no septum piercings for her, got it.

Yes, Mistress.

Bree, you are right about Judy. Here! Becky hands me two thousand dollars from Petty Cash. Get her new office clothes too. Maybe some makeup too. I'll call Alexis, Sabine, and Alice. I will make sure they have her drop-dead gorgeous when they're done!

Thank you, Mistress.

Good luck, sweetie, and be careful.

I will. I said.

Hang on Becky said.

She picks up the phone. Sabine? Its Becky. Hey, I have a special customer who needs the full Woman's Day package on Saturday. No honey, my assistant Judy.

Yes, the plain Jane with great shoes. Bodywax, massage, hair, nails massage, pierce her ear 5 times each if she wants. Whatever she wants to do, just make her sexy.

The nose stud is fine, yes. No septums don't offer it either. I am betting on a sexy conservative with a touch of mystery. 11 am? Great, thanks, babe.

Okay, Bree, it's all on you.

As I go to sit Judy has a huge smile on her face. She waves me over.

Yes Judy?

Bree, first, I want to apologize for the look I gave you earlier.

No worries, Judy. I understand no apology is needed. What's up?

Rick asked me out.

Really what did you say? Where's he taking you?

Spago's!

Wow. I exclaimed.

I have nothing to wear.

When?

Saturday night. Oh, Bree, I need help. Can you help me?

Judy, I'd love to. What time is he picking you up?

7 pm.

Perfect. I have a great idea. Go to bed early Friday night because we have a big day on Saturday. I know exactly what to do. We are going shopping on Saturday morning. So be up early we have a lot to do.

Thanks, Bree.

You're welcome, Judy. It's nice to have a friend here, I said.

Judy just smiles.

I get back to work fielding calls and my data entry. Judy was beaming the rest of the day. Rick came by and took Judy across the street for a coffee.

Becky and Carol were in and out. Ian drove them everywhere. Things started to wind down at the end of the day. I was Driving Carol home this time.

So Bree, how did the match-making go? Carol asked.

Rick asked Judy out. I am taking her shopping early Saturday morning, then straight to the salon.

Sounds fun. Carol said.

I hope so. Judy seems to be more shut-in than when I was a boy. I said.

What you are doing is sweet of you, Bree. Just don't get too involved.

I understand Carol. I just want to give her a taste of something different. It was up to her to run with it.

Exactly! Carol says.

Carol looks serious for a moment, are our friends following us?

Yes, Carol, they are. Want to have some fun with them?

No, leave them alone, Bree. Besides, I still haven't gotten over the last street race, you were in with me in the car!

I laugh loudly. You remember that?

Remember? I get flashbacks! Carol chuckled.

I am almost in tears laughing about it.

You know Carol, Terry wants me to teach him how to drift a car

No! Absolutely not! I forbid it! Bree so help me!

We won't do it in the street. I'd take him to Sears Point Raceway. They have drift days. I said.

Maybe but I still don't like it. Carol said.

You underestimate your son. The kid has skill, and if we need a wheelman, it never hurts to have an extra.

Bree reminds me why you didn't take up football instead. We both giggle!

Because I was 5'8" and 150 lbs as a senior in high school. Besides, Dad was great with cars and boats, and I stunk at sports. We continue to laugh. Besides, if any of your kids need help driving, it's Caleb.

I hear that! Carol said.

We continued laughing.

We chatted about what kind of style would be best for Judy. We both want her to update her look to a more modern career woman.

I tell Carol I am thinking about a coat dress, blazer dress, and pencil skirt suit. Maybe a couple of sheath dresses.

Bree, don't forget to get her some sexy lingerie, panties,, and bras. Carol said.

It's on the list. I want to take her to the MAC counter. I want to set her up with a new daytime makeup look. Just showing Judy the options, and hopefully, she will like it. I will hopefully update her to Judy 2.0!

We laugh.

Bree honey?

Yes Carol?

Get a good night's sleep tonight. You have a busy day tomorrow.

About that? What's the surprise?

You'll see honey. All I can tell you is it's very special and you're going to love it. Becky and I will be with you the whole time. For now, Bree, concentrate on your Saturday with Judy.

Tomorrow will take care of itself. My regular phone buzzes.

Hi Ian!

Hey Bree! Can you stop at the Shanghai Palace and pick up dinner?

Sure Ian.

It's paid for in your name. Will do babe, I say.

Carol and I are really into the girl talk and giggle thing. All the way home. We were never super close as kids. I was never popular or even respected as a kid.

She always got better grades and was the leader in the crowd. She and I had two very different paths. While we fought all the time we had an unsaid understanding.

When one needed the other we always seemed to be there for the other. For the first time, I feel like an actual sister. The closeness I feel now towards her is how I always imagined it could be.

Our friends are still tailing us. They were getting sloppy at it, only 3 cars back and on my left, too. They must be new or stupid. Of course, maybe they want to be noticed now. Which makes no sense at all. Either way, I wasn't going to take the chance to find out.

Carol?

Yes?

Our tail is closing in on us.

So what do we do Bree?

Well, I can fuck with them or outrun them, and then they know we made them, or I can act like an ass and force them to break their tail without them getting wise.

How are you going to do that? Carol asks.

Drive like an idiot!

What are you going to do?

Tighten your seatbelt sis!

Slowly they're coming up on my left. They try to act like regular traffic wanting to pass me. The only trouble with that is I normally am the fastest car on the road.

Truth be told, I've outrun Cops, Feds, spies, and terrorists. These idiots are outmatched. I may be too small to fight head-to-head, but driving or swimming in the water, I never lose.

I check my mirrors and lead the cars around me. Check the pace of the tail.

I hear Breeeee!!!!!! What are you doing? Carol is stressing out.

Wait for it!!!

Now!

I cut from the middle lane to the left at the last second, then slowly and paced the car to my right. It pisses them off. I tap the Brakes like an angry driver. I speed up to the next car and wait. They tailgate me again. They cut 2 two lanes right and speed up, then cut one over and act all mad as they are next to me.

I don't look or wave. I speed up, they floor it. I let off, turning right just after they passed me. l had cut two lanes and got in front of a truck that was turning right. I turned with the truck.

The Impala was floored when I cut over! Ha! Jackass learn how to drive. I do a quick left turn in an alley to lose them. I wait two minutes, then head to the restaurant to pick up dinner.

We arrive at the restaurant without our tail. I leave Carol in the car, pick up dinner, and head back out, and ahead in the distance, it is the Impala.

They must be new. I keep my distance. We head home and I drive the speed limit and slower. The impala doesn't notice me. Carol is silent the rest of the way home.

As we approach the house Carol starts talking again.

Bree, was that really necessary? She says as we pull into the driveway.

Yes, it was if you want evidence of harassment.

Explain Sister!

Oh, she's a bit upset. I can hear it in her voice.

Okay, first, calm down. Secondly, my car, Becky's, and Ian's are wired with cameras on all four sides. California state laws require all cars registered in the state to have front and rear license plates.

The mini high-resolution cameras I use have light filter tech, so even in pitch black, they can see everything. Clever Bree. But, was all that was really needed?

Yes it was I didn't want to blow our cover!

Don't worry, Carol, I will save all the Steve Mcqueen driving for when and only if it's needed.

We both laughed.

Our Dad's favorite movie is Bullit.

You know Ian claims he can drive too! I said.

Yeah, I bet! Just like Caleb, right? Carol asked jokingly.

We laugh again.

Caleb my oldest nephew has a severe case of overconfidence about everything. He once challenged me to a driving contest.

My dad told him, you're going to lose and lose badly. We went to a road course at Milan Raceway outside Detroit, Michigan, about 4 years ago.

My 69 SS Camaro and his 2016 5.0 Mustang C/S. To keep it fair I drove my car against his head to head and won. Then we both went 5 laps each in his Mustang.

I beat him by over 10 seconds. He was not happy. My Dad looked at him and said I told you so!

Terry, Caleb's little brother is a wheel man of sorts. He anticipates more and is far more patient. I taught Terry how to drive before he turned 16.

We head into the house. Loaded with our bags and food. Ian rushes to the door and holds the door. Ian has already set the table. We spread out the food and start passing it around. Chatting about the day.

Rick and Judy are the topic of conversation. Mistress Becky is a bit worried about it, she says as much. She also admits she's seen the way Judy acts around him.

Carol agrees with me and my approach to the subject.

So far all we have done is offered a bit of support and an okay from the employer. My wife says to me just be careful. Support yes. Just don't get involved in the relationship.

Until now Judy has never asked. We support and never criticize.

Yes, Mistress.

What are you doing for transportation?. Becky asked.

I am driving Mistress.

Will that be okay?

It should be. Two girls shopping on a Saturday? Nothing strange about that.

Bree?

Yes, Mistress?

You don't need to wake me at 6 am tomorrow. Just make sure you clean inside out. Yes, Mistress.

After dinner, I head upstairs; It's almost 9 pm when I am ready for bed. I showered enema twice and moisturized before bed. Ian comes in and gives me a quick kiss and g'night sweetheart.

I go to bed alone for the first time in weeks. I am not worried like I normally would be. I know tomorrow is supposed to be a surprise day. I am not sure what's planned, but when Mistress Becky says not to worry, I believe her.

Still, I am racking my brain. I wake up at 6:15 am. I feel great. I do a soap enema. It's almost pure liquid, hardly cloudy. I then do an almost clear rinse. I jump in the shower and wash my hair. My hair is 6-8" below my shoulders now.

I wash my entire body, condition my hair, and brush my teeth in the shower while holding my enema. Rinse, dry myself, and purge my enema in the toilet. Again, it's clear I grab 2 rosewater douches for later.

I run my hair through the straightener and wear my gray pencil skirt suit. I do a very light to medium gray-silver smokey eye. I do my lips a soft pink solid color today. Strip my fingernails of the purple and do a pink to closely match my lips.

I play it risky and a gray/blue blouse. I should mention almost every blouse I own is long sleeve. I am the second to last one downstairs for breakfast which for me is a bottle of water.

Really Ian? I say.

Mistress orders Bree.

Okay, I said. Part of my agreement is to never question her. Maybe it's a test. Whatever it was, Carol didn't say a word. Mistress glides down the stairs in a dark red pantsuit with black 5" heels, those are her Louis Vuitton!

It must be a serious day. She only wears those when she's ready to attack opposing counsel. Carol is wearing a pink Tom Ford coatdress. Our mother wore coatdresses all the time. I find them super sexy. Carol looked sexy in it too. All this just reinforces I am making the right decision.

Ian says, shall we? Motioning us towards the door.