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apply. The story covers an adolescent's history but does not contain
sexual relations below the age of consent. I hope the history of
Mastress allows the reader to better understand the story "A Visit to the
North" by MadQuill
I Became Mastress by MadQuill
'Mastress' wasn't born but rather I evolved as my character was enhanced
by Life experiences and consequences. I came to enjoy the love of women,
all women, and then I learned to help create special women. The way this
happened was somewhat serendipic but also studied for I was affected
strongly in my youth by many women. The special ones were actually
responsible for my pronounced sexuality.
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I was born in the southwest province of Bordeaux nearly fifty years ago.
As a young girl I did not know of my mother's life until I had reached my
thirteenth year. My Aunt Suzanne had raised me from infancy together with
her close friend Sarah and they were my parents, or so I thought. Aunt
Suzanne's younger sister Marcela was my mother. She was fifteen years
Suzanne's junior and had found little luck in her young life when it was
taken in a bus accident in the village of St. Emilion. I survived this
calamity barely for I was born in the emergency room after my mother
perished of her injuries.
Suzanne withheld this information as I grew and raised me as her
daughter. She told me nothing of my father other than. "He's a no good
who I hope has left the earth!"
There were only faded photographs of my grandparents and later I learned
several included my mother. I was told only her name, Marcela which means
'warlike', as depicted in Cervantes' novel Don Quixote. She was Suzanne's
sister. Her parents had a relative in the Basque hillside, south of
Bayonne whom she was named for.
The war reached Bordeaux in the fall of 1940 and many things changed.
Suzanne was nearly ready to leave the house and move to Bilbao but her
plan wasn't possible after the Vichy government was established and the
family needed her at home. As the U-boats were moved into the town harbor
life changed.
Suzanne had to remain in Bordeaux and raise Marcela because of the death
of their mother in late 1940. An infection had spread to several
neighbors as the war moved into its first winter and she was one of the
three that succumbed. My family was held together by my Maman. She tried
to manage Marcela too.
During the years after the war Suzanne had forgotten of the diary she had
prepared during those years when she raised my mother and the Germans
took control.
- - 'My sister Marcela was one of a few girls with precocious puberty.
She was as tall at the age of ten as the girls five and six years older
and her breasts and hips were full by the time she was eleven. This was
what attracted the attention of all of the village boys and eventually
the German captain.'
As I reached my tenth birthday in 1975 I realized I had a special family
with Sarah and my Maman but my grand-pere had passed and hence we were a
house of women. Aunt Suzanne was my Maman, french for mother, since I
knew not of my real mother. Sarah was Aunt to me until many years later.
Their lives were unusual because neither seemed to have an occupation
that required them to leave the house each day. We seemed to live
comfortably and I wanted for nothing as a child. The house was beautiful
but modest and made of stone due west of the main Centre of Bordeaux.
There was an outbuilding with a small flat that they let to women. These
tenants never seemed to stay longer than four of five months so the house
was always filled with new people and things. I learned to speak Spanish
and English from these guests. My Aunts prepared the meals, sometimes
with the other women helping, and they spent a good deal of time with
these tenants. Our Sunday's were treated as holidays and the tenants
weren't invited to meals.
When I was very young I was allowed to roam more like a wild little boy
rather than a girl wearing dresses and a pinafore. Looking back I would
have been described as a 'tomboy' but I needed few friends and found ways
to keep myself busy. I had lizards and insects as pets rather than a
little dog. Running about meant I wasn't aware of the details of the
house nor the tenants.
The nineteen seventies were good to Bordeaux as the influence of the
vines spread across the world. The activities of my parents never seemed
to wane and the flat was never empty for more than two days.
I recall an early event when I ran across the courtyard to fetch Maman
and pushed open the door to the flat to find her on her knees with Cloe',
one of the tenants in 1976. This Cloe' was turned away but my Maman's
head was near to Cloe's crotch with the women's skirt lifted high. This
moment was short since I darted away leaving the door wide open, Maman
running to close it.
"Marie! Leave now!" was all I heard.
The cutting and vegetable gardens were a part of my chores as I reached
my middle years. I did the weeding and watering but the cutting and
flower selection was my Aunt Sarah's role. Once I was told to place the
fresh-cut flowers in the flat while the tenant named Stella was out. I
entered the small kitchen and did as directed but I saw the bedroom door
ajar and pushed it open. I was alone in the flat and saw that the bed was
covered with Sofia's lingerie. I'd seen my Aunt's similar garments for
many years but these were especially fine and beautiful. The collection
of brasseries and pants as well as the hose and suspenders was intriguing
and I noticed my body was excited.
As I continued to investigate the room and the tenant's things I was
intrigued with several objects that I now know changed my life. I heard a
sound and turned and saw my Maman coming. "What has kept you? Come away
from the flat this moment," though she could not see me as of yet.
I exited the small house. "You were sent for a two minute errand. What
were you doing for nearly twenty minutes?"
I paused and looked downward and she knew. "You are not to bother our
guests!" She turned and walked back to me but then turned back and
stepped inside. I saw her look into the bedroom. She saw the toys I'd
left on the edge of the bed. The large smooth shape was the first dildo
I'd ever held.
I wasn't allowed to help with any tenants for nearly a year after that
episode.
My genetic mother had a terrible childhood according to my Aunts. Maman
decided that on my twelfth birthday I needed to know my family's history.
She also elected to share her and Aunt Sarah's sexual relationship.
"Marie, you are old enough to understand things and you must know of my
sister's life."
She detailed the bus crash and my early years then reached to Sarah and
holding her hands said, "We are lovers Marie. I had hoped to make you
aware of how and why but that can wait."
From then onward I called her simply Suzanne and her lover Sarah. I also
began to notice the sound of their lovemaking. At least three nights each
week I would be awaken by the subtle noise of their bed moving and
creaking. This surprised me since I was now aware of how women loved one
another.
Late one summer after midnight I moved quietly to the door of their
bedroom and waited. In the middle of the night I saw Sarah rise and
remove her nightdress in the moonlight. I could clearly see that her
chest was quite flat yet I had felt her bosom since I was a child; her
breasts conceal by the various dresses and wraps. I knew I had felt her
breasts. Now only her very long hair falling about her body concealed her
lovely body. She turned moving to the side of the bed near and I saw with
the moonlight that Sarah had a penis and it was stiff.
She climbed to the bed as I heard Suzanne say quietly. "Fuck me honey.
Stick your stiff cock into my ass!"
Their lovemaking noise allowed me to slip quietly away to consider what
I'd seen and heard. One of my parents was a male, and after this young
year the world was never the same. I had many questions but I couldn't
think of why or how to raise them. I began to study Sarah and noticed
that she didn't have a prominent thyroid cartilage nor large hands. Her
body, other than her lack of breasts was quite feminine and her voice
clearly female.
It isn't that I was secretive or probing but I eventually found the diary
Suzanne had written in an old chest in the attic when I was sent to clean
the space. It was wrapped in a lovely pale silk scarf together with a few
faded pictures of my mother and a lock of her hair.
I hid the small book in my bedroom and would read the entries late after
the house was quiet.
Aunt Suzanne's hand was very fine and easy to read in the dim light.
There were about a hundred entries spanning from 1939 to 1950, but most
were written during the war. Suzanne stopped writing when my mother
Marcela was about twenty-five. Though the tale was tragic it was my
history and I needed to full memorize every page.
From the diary I learned that the locally stationed troops garrison near
the house manipulated Marcela's youth and beauty. One of the Captain's of
the battalion found her at the market square and used her sexually for
the following four years. This monster introduced his new young concubine
to several others and her appetite for sexual adventure was determined.
My mother Marcela must have shared her exploits with my Aunt Suzanne for
the diary covered the four war years of Marcela's sexual exploration
include her love of sodomy and oral sex.
- - 'This night Marcela cannot stop talking about how her girlfriend
has introduced her to anal intercourse. These girls have perverted their
minds and their bodies. This captain doesn't seem to mind that she likes
girls. Last night she arrived home after 3am. Her linen is soiled each of
these mornings with the scent of her lovemaking.'
Suzanne provided a history but there was more to this than a deflowered
youth. The conditions of my mother's early sexuality were detailed. The
early entries sadden me yet the age of consent was less than fifteen in
the forties in France. Sexual acts when it involves someone so young are
considered a crime today yet due to the war everyone turned. Even my
grand-pere did nothing and it was evident that he knew. Yet Suzanne noted
Marcela's precocious love of sex. She had given her virgin body to a
young man at the age when others are just starting to bleed.
Marcela was not a complete innocence as told by Suzanne. Her pleasure
during the encounters was detailed as were the specific acts. In the
notes Suzanne wrote of the number of males Marcela had sex with. I was
shocked; my mother would have usually six to ten separate lovers a week.
Some nights she told Suzanne she had more than eight different lovers.
She loved all manner of penetration and she made love with many women as
well. Suzanne also detailed the gifts received. Having read of a
beautiful bracelet I asked Maman about it.
"Actually it is yours for it belonged to your mother Marcela. You may
have it and there are others as well."
So the history of my family and now what I'd seen with my Aunts was a
sexual carnival. Because I knew of no other alternative it didn't cause
me real concern. My Aunts loved me and cared for me. What else was
important?
A year and a half after I'd discovered that Sarah wasn't a real female I
came home late from school to find her with a tenant in her bed.
"Aunt Sarah I thought you were Suzanne's? How can you be with Giselle and
Suzanne?" I'd found them in bed but their nakedness was concealed by the
linens. I left the bedroom crying.
Later that night Suzanne and Sara came to my room.
"You are loved by both of us as if you were are own daughter Marie. Our
activities in bed shouldn't be your concern but we now understand that a
frank discussion is necessary."
Suzanne told me of Sarah's hidden gender and their business with the
women tenants. She described how Sarah's disguise was first used to avoid
military service when she was twenty-two in 1941. Then how the two have
fallen in love and how my mother was critical in maintaining their
secret. Suzanne explained that near the end of the war Marcela introduced
Sarah to two German 'women' and Sarah helped them conceal and change
their gender presentation. From then forward my two Aunts ran a special
service aiding men who wanted to live as women. She explained that these
women were not transvestites but they were early transgender females.
Following the war Suzanne found a surgeon who provided rudimentary breast
implants for their tenants using ox cartilage as a breast filler
material.
Sarah had elected to not have this procedure back in the fifties and had
used a variety of false forms over the years. Now she had decided it was
time and would have implant surgery the following month.
"Giselle is the latest woman we're contracted to assist. They each live
here while undergoing two or three surgeries to allow them to live
fulltime as females. The business is used by women from around the
world." Suzanne was full of pride telling me this.
"But I found Sarah in bed with her. How can you allow this Suzanne?"
Turning to Sarah I said. "Don't you love my Maman?"
Suzanne came close. "Marie, you are so different from your mother. I feel
absolutely certain of Sarah's love but her sexuality is hers. She likes
to be penetrated just like any woman and of course Giselle is equipped to
fill your Aunt's body."
I learn many other details of their lives and more about my mother's that
night. We agreed to share everything from that date forward. No longer
would I wonder about the family nor their sexual behavior.
"When appropriate we will show you how to love a woman, how to have sex
with a man, how to allow a penis into your bodies three openings. But
tonight we all need sleep dear Marie." She kissed me and sent me to bed.
But I couldn't sleep. I heard them rocking the bed a few minutes later
and quietly left the house. I stood at the door to the flat for five
minutes before I developed my apology to Giselle. Then I knocked lightly.
The light came on and then she opened the door. "Marie it is after two in
the morning. Why are you at my door?"
I moved a little closer. "I'm a young idiot. I've come to offer my
apology. I blamed you for this afternoon."
"Please come in."
I spent the night in her flat, in her bed. I was young woman asking for
her sexual attention and Giselle played my pussy like a skilled lesbian.
She presented as a fully female except for a tight panel restraining her
suppressed penis.
"Can I see all of your body?" I was on my left side near to her sex. Her
lovely new breasts softly visible in the candlelight. I reached slowly
and placed my right hand atop the panty.
"I won't allow you to play with me Marie. Just look please. I'm a bit
self-aware, a very new woman and the penis makes me feel less than
feminine."
I pulled the panel aside. Her penis was flaccid but so near. "You entered
my Aunt's bottom today?" I said as I moved closer to kiss her lips.
"She insisted, I complied. But I don't like to play the top. You will
have to find another to pop your tight pussy I'm afraid Marie."
I asked her if having a phallus in her bottom was more exciting. "You
love a cock inside you then?" Giselle simply smiled.
She moved to the table and showed me her helmet headed toy. "Yes I
certainly do. Care to try this in your virgin opening Marie?"
We kissed and fondly each other and then Giselle wet the toy and settle
the tip at my vulva. "Can you tolerant a little pain Marie?"
There was some pain but also some blood. I'd been penetrated by my first
lover and couldn't wait for the next time.
"Goodnight Giselle. Thank you for taking my flower. I'll come by in the
morning to clean the linens." We kissed and I turned to house and my
bed.
After my year of maturity I entered the University but also became a
member of my Aunt's team. Up until then I had met at least twenty women
that had been our tenants. I had prepared many meals and had on occasion
aided my Aunt's training of the new women. The process was very
interesting and the women were amazing. They came from all across Europe
as at least three from Canada. For the most part they were well educated.
They taught me more about my own sexuality but also the arts and
philosophy. I read with those from Britain as I learned to speak nearly
perfect English.
At the end of my first year at the university one of the Canadian women
and I became close. Olivia was especially influential. She suggested that
the University at Montreal might be a perfect place to continue my
studies. Suzanne felt that traveling overseas would be helpful and so
when Olivia traveled back to Canada four months later I went along. She
was an amazing resource and helped me settle into a new City. Of course
we had been having sex regularly since her stay with my Aunts.
Olivia was a very passable woman when she'd arrived that April but after
her surgeries for her breasts and vocal cords this 180cm woman could
easily pass. She was a financial trader with a large Canadian firm and
lived very well. I stayed with Olivia in her large penthouse flat for
eighteen months in Montreal.
After I'd arranged for my own flat she suggested I consider starting my
own business similar to my Aunt's. I considered this but the remuneration
seems below the scale I sought. School was fun and meeting new people was
what I enjoyed most. I completed my first degree of study within about
thirty months and was considering my next step.
Then a curious event happened that affected the rest of my life. Olivia
had during my time in Montreal introduced me to many of her friends and
also her business partners. She had received an invite and wanted me to
accompany her to a party in August.
"It's a evening at a beautiful northern lodge and I'm planning to wear my
new dress, it's a silk feather sheath. I couldn't wear anything like it
before my breast surgery and it's just inappropriate for the office. Oh,
and I'll be wearing a Spade wedge. You can't predict the deck surfaces."
At least she offered to have a car pick me up so I agreed.
"I've got a sleeveless LBD by Missoni I'll wear but I want to wear a pair
of cfm heels. I'm most comfortable in them. Besides I'm a bit shorter
than you Olivia."
On the way to the party we compared notes on our past week. I asked
Olivia if there was anyone I might know at the gathering.
"Don't worry Marie, there will be plenty of men you'll find interesting."
After twenty minutes I realized that the majority of the people were
connected. There were fewer than fifteen single people and most of those
were women. I did meet quite a few people and chatted with the women who
were friends of Olivia.
As the evening event moved toward a close the lead partner of the second
largest trading firm approached me. Olivia had introduced me to Thom
thirty minutes earlier. He looked anxious. "Can we move to the north
Terrace? The end of the sunset is best seen from there."
I walked a step ahead my heels clicking on the granite. I was hoping to
enjoy a man this evening and thought Thom might do.
We talked of the lake and the landscape and then Thom turned to me and
said with sincerity in his voice.
"Olivia has truly found herself since she's returned from Europe. The
last months have been incredible to watch. She's hinted that you were
very helpful in her, uh, how to say this without being a mimbo. I know of
someone who could use a similar life, ah, I mean change. Well actually he
won't allow himself to make such a change. Ah, but he, or maybe she could
be a lot happier with breasts and, you know, maybe a little change to
his. I mean her gender?"
I understood what Thom was asking and knew I wouldn't be sleeping with
him tonight. His boyfriend, or his lover, needed a push toward her
feminine side and he wondered how it might happen. I just looked him in
the eye and listened as he continued to try and clarify his questions or
was it his request? After he'd exhausted his mis-statements I just rolled
on my left heel and took two small steps away thinking I should leave.
But I paused and turned back slowly as I considered the question. I
realized this would be different than an elective change. It wasn't
really forced nor coerced either. I focused my eyes and said. "a half a
million pounds" and simply stared at him.
"So you think you could, you think you can do this? Help my friend, my,
ahh, girlfriend understand her new life? You could make her happy?"
Thom reached to shake my hand but I didn't allow it. I reached up and
created a knot in my long dirty blonde hair. The simple but sensual act
caused Thom to reconsider. This was an alluring feminine manner that
allowed me to feel both a bit submissive and when completed powerful.
Looking back to his face I paused to review his demeanor but I didn't
answer him. I simply smiled and turn toward the bar, my ponytail swinging
in rhyme to my strut.
Two days later I received a request for a bank deposit account. I would
need a bit of help to complete this assignment. I hadn't committed to do
anything but now I started making plans.
So I began, so Mastress began....
Please consider reading the story "A Visit to the North" by MadQuill
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