Jamies Abduction Chapter 1
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Jamie's Mistress
By Marti B
Jamie silently slipped through the door at precisely 2:57AM. He
checked his watch to verify that he had in fact, beaten the
Mistress's curfew. He quietly locked the door making doubly sure
that the chain and deadbolt were secure. Mistress often reminded
Jamie that this was a dangerous neighborhood.
Securely ensconced in the apartment, Jamie uttered and barely
discernable sigh as he slipped out of the torture instruments
that he'd been wearing since 8:30. Why did high heels have to be
so uncomfortable? He wanted to argue with Mistress when she
directed him to purchase and wear the shoes but he knew better
than to argue once Mistress had her mind set on something. Her
logic was, as usual, flawless. If he wanted to make money by
turning tricks, he had to dress the part.
He looked at his image in the full-length mirror positioned in
the hallway. He still had it! Golden brown hair cut in an
attractive pageboy style. He had a face that could only be
described as pretty. Mistress's strict diet and exercise program
had reduced his weight from a manly 183 pounds to a more
attractive 147 pounds. A perfect size eight!
Jamie picked up his shoes and softly tiptoed down the hall to the
bedroom. He tossed the shoes into the open closet. As he removed
his short tight red skirt he looked at the wardrobe, he had
accumulated over the past few years. He was sure that there were
still a few items of male clothing in there, but he couldn't
identify them at this moment. He smiled as he remembered the
first time Mistress had sent him to buy lingerie.
He had followed instructions to the letter, walking into
Victoria's Secret at precisely 3:30 on a Saturday afternoon. He
could just barely control his voice as he responded to the sales
girls query. He made it through the explanation about how he
wanted to be and feel more feminine and that he didn't know his
size. Thankfully the sales girl did not laugh. She smiled and
giggled a lot but she didn't laugh as she took Jamie on a fully
narrated guided tour of the store. They stopped in each section
where she asked if he wanted to buy any items form this table or
that rack. By the time the tour ended, they had developed quite a
following. Jamie had an armload of items to purchase mostly
suggested by the other ladies in the store. Several suggested
that he model the items to "be sure they fit" but that was not
part of Mistress's instructions.
He finished undressing, moved to the bathroom, and began the task
of removing his slut paint as Mistress called his heavy,
overdone, dramatic make-up. As his face emerged from under the
layers of paint he reflected on how different he looked today
compared to just a few short years ago. Shortly after he came
under Mistress's spell she began to orchestrate a series of
subtle changes that now, taken in their entirety had given him a
very feminine persona.
It all started with electrolysis to remove all traces of his
beard. Four painful months of weekly treatments combined with the
creams and lotions that Mistress prescribed had done wonders. He
continued his beauty regimen religiously to this day. His
flawless face looked almost perfect without any make-up. Of
course, his appearance was aided through the skillful artistry of
Ingrid who did his permanent cosmetics. Eyeliner, brows and lips
were all enhanced to ensure he always looked great.
Jamie grimaced as he remembered the scene with Christine when he
came home with permanent eyeliner. He told her he had a business
trip when, in reality, he had lost his job three weeks earlier.
He walked in to find an irate wife waiting at the door. She
screamed at him. She demanded that he explain how he was going to
support her and Robbie without a regular paycheck. She screamed
at him for hiding the fact that he was fired and for continuing
to spend, as she characterized it, like a drunken fool. Then, as
she paused for breath, she finally noticed the changes in his
face.
"Oh my God!" She cried. "What have you done? Are you some kind of
a freak? How are you going to get a decent job when you look more
like a woman than a man!"
Christine demanded that he leave that night. She had already
moved the bulk of their savings to her own account. She did leave
him with just enough for a month on his own.
Jamie left that night. Mistress told him to get this apartment in
one of the seedier parts of town. Jamie had been by the place
several times. He looked at the filthy "Vacant" sign and wondered
who would ever live in that kind of place. It was quite a step
down from his previous life but he still had Mistress to guide
him.
Jamie finished washing and moisturizing. He located his nightie
hanging on the back of the bathroom door. As the smooth silky
material caressed his body Jamie's small but functional member
came erect. He was tempted to massage himself to a glorious
climax but he knew Mistress would find out and punish him.
He grabbed his bulging purse as he headed for the kitchen. He
poured a mug of water and placed it in the microwave to heat for
tea. He grabbed the ledger from the top draw and sat at the table
to record the evening's transactions.
He opened his purse and dumped the crumpled wad of bills onto the
table. He started to sort and count the bills. The hundred-dollar
bill had to be first. Jamie silently worked his lower jaw from
side to side as he remembered earning that large payment. He was
still sore and, no matter what the prick said afterwards, he had
worked hard for that bill. Thank God, Kenny was there to make
sure there was no problem. He had tipped Kenny twenty for the
assist and knew that he'd have to lay low for a few days until
the visiting longshoreman went back home.
He continued counting and was pleased to see he made seven
hundred and thirty seven dollars. Not bad for an evening's work.
Next, he opened the ledger to account for each dollar. He
allocated 20% in tribute to Mistress for the honor of serving
her. That's $148. Another 20% to Christine and Robbie. One
Hundred to the surgery fund. He was within thirty dollars of his
breast implants. Another hundred for hormones and beauty aids.
That left $241 for rent and food. He carefully recorded each
transaction in the ledger. Mistress would inspect the books
sometime during the day tomorrow and he didn't want to be
punished for sloppy financial management.
He sat and sipped his tea thinking about his life both past and
present. His life had changed in so many ways since Mistress had
taken charge. He honestly couldn't say things were better or
worse now, just different.
He finished his tea and washed out the cup. One more task before
he could head to bed. He retrieved the stiff ivory parchment from
the top drawer. He wrote tomorrow's date, no, make that today's
date across the top of the page. Right under the date he neatly
printed "Jamie's To Do List". He carefully numbered each item on
the list. He paused several times trying to recall if there was
something he'd forgotten. Satisfied that he had everything he
placed the list squarely in the center of the table. The sun was
just peeking above the horizon as Jamie trod off to bed. Again,
his thoughts turned to the state of his life. Overall, he was
satisfied but he did have one regret.
He wished he could find a real mistress so he could stop
pretending.
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