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IS IT OVER?
1/
Stephanie sat her desk, preparing the sales contract for Mistress
Brianna's pool. She was amazed how easy her thought processes were
falling into line with her feminised look.
She typed nervously, listening to Anna and her --- Stephanie's ---
Mistress, she supposed that was what Brianna was for now, making small
talk. At least, with the purchase of the pool, this was all nearly over
now.
"Won't be much longer," she told them.
"Take your time," Anna assured her.
"So what do you do here?" Brianna asked Anna while she waited, sitting
and crossing her long legs.
"I'm the Office Manager. I keep an eye on the likes of Stephanie. Help
to process their sales and manage their leads. I'm looking to move up to
the Sales Manager position soon."
Brianna nodded. "That's good. What about your role?"
"Well, we're trimming the salary budget a little. So rather than having
a new Office Manager, I pitched my boss on the idea of an office girl to
work under me. He seemed to like the way I was thinking. Bigger company
picture and all that."
"Sounds like you deserve the promotion," Brianna said.
Stephanie walked over, more conscious of her lingerie, blouse and make-
up now that her tormentor was talking to one of the women in her life.
The paper was trembling in her fingers.
Brianna smiled and took it from her.
"Can we talk in a minute?" Stephanie asked, intimidated, barely getting
a word out.
Anna watched, the etiquette seeming off after all she had read on
Mistress Brianna's website ---
https://briannagames.wixsite.com/homeofhumiliation. In public she
wouldn't expect Stephanie to use anything other than Brianna, but here,
in what had become a part of the game arena, surely.......
"Please address Brianna in the correct manner," Anna snapped, with just
the slightest of giggles.
Brianna raised an eyebrow at the sudden behaviour, aware that the Office
Manager had already teased Stephanie a little on other days.
Stephanie's head dropped. Just get her to sign the sale contract and
then this would be all over, she thought. If that meant letting Brianna
--- and now Anna --- play with her a while, so be it.
"May I please speak with you privately for a minute," she swallowed
deeply, "Mistress Brianna?"
"Of course," Brianna told her. "In a little while."
Anna asked to see the contract and scanned the document.
"As I thought. This isn't even valid. You haven't used your real name,"
she said, handing the page back to Stephanie, who knew exactly what she
wanted.
"But I can't sign a sale with-"
"I will authorise it. Now, go and fix that so your Mistress and I may
talk some more."
Stephanie shrank back to her desk.
Anna finally let out a full laugh.
"I can't believe I did that," she exclaimed.
"You were very good," Brianna told her. "Rough around the edges, but
quite natural."
"Can I tell you something?"
"Absolutely," Brianna said, aware that Stephanie was watching. She ran
her hands up and down her long, smooth legs.
Anna stole a glance at Stephanie in her cute Laura Ashley blouse, the
hint of make-up. Knowing what she was wearing underneath.......the
matching panties and bra set.
"It felt good," she whispered. "I got a little.......excited."
Brianna smiled. "Feels good, doesn't it? But you have to be careful.
It's about moderation and balance. The girl has to respect you, and
she'll only do that if you show kindness as well as cruelty."
Brianna looked at Stephanie, typing furiously.
"Stephanie, have you been wearing your panties and bra every day like I
asked? Even to work?"
Stephanie stopped and considered the women.
They waited patiently for her response.
"Yes, Mistress Brianna," she finally said.
"And?" Brianna prompted.
Stephanie looked confused. "I don't understand."
"Miss Anna," Brianna suggested. "Show her due respect."
Stephanie glanced at her work colleague, thinking, please don't let this
happen. Anna was already a tease about the lingerie; and then the make-
up and blouse. Don't let her be into this.
But another part of him, the part that was leading him throughout this
game, started to stiffen. He remembered how he liked to dress when he
was younger and got harder that this could be happening.
"Miss Anna, haven't I been wearing my panties and bra every day?" she
said.
Anna smiled humorously.
"Yes, you have."
"Aren't you a good girl?" Brianna said, as if patting a dog behind the
ear.
"Yes, Mistress. Thank you, Mistress," Stephanie said.
The women continued to chat.
"I think I know somebody who might be ideal for that office girl job,"
Brianna said.
"Really? Who?"
Brianna rolled her eyes slightly.
"No. You wouldn't," Anna said, but noted no hints of a bluff on
Brianna's face. "Would you?"
"I can read people well, Anna," Brianna explained. "And
before......Look, let's just say I've been doing this a while."
"I've joked with him about it," Anna grinned. "Teased him. But how would
we even get it by my boss?"
"Let me think about it," Brianna said.
"How did you two meet? Did he email you or something? Do you......Do you
make him do naughty things?" Anna asked, tentatively stepping into a
world she wasn't familiar with.
"I think I will. Eventually. When things get more serious. For now this
is just a fun punishment for what he did?"
Anna leaned forward. "Do tell."
Brianna related the first visit by Stephanie --- then known as Steve, er
Steve Mayfield --- when she had come to measure the swimming pool and
talk options. Upon leaving, she had discovered she had stolen one of her
lingerie sets. On Stephanie's second visit, she had started a game she
hadn't played in about a year with just a few little tests to see how
compliant Stephanie was.
"That pig! He actually stole your underwear? " Anna exclaimed, looking
at her work colleague.
"I didn't mean-" Stephanie protested.
"Just get your work done."
"It actually helped me think," Brianna continued. "For a while I'd
pretty much been living as a shut-in. This game with Stephanie.....It's
helping to bring me back."
Stephanie crossed the room with the contract, which she had now signed
in her real name.
"That's better," Anna said and initialed it.
Brianna reviewed it and then also signed it. Made her deposit payment.
"Can I get changed now?" Stephanie asked hopefully. "You said if I
wanted the sale to do as you told me."
Brianna offered Anna a discrete look. A small, cruel wink.
"Can I steal Stephanie for a couple of hours? I'd like to take her
shopping."
2/
Their destination was only a minute walk away, but Brianna made sure to
escort Stephanie on a tour of the shopping center, keeping her unnerved.
Giving plenty of people a chance to spot her and smirk. It wasn't much.
A little make-up and a blouse. Maybe some saw the lingerie. It was just
enough to get her used to people looking at her.
"So, what do you think?" Stephanie asked. "We can stop this now. Right?
Please."
Brianna smiled, giving Stephanie a chance to see where they were,
watched her face turn pale.
Victoria's Secret.
"Soon," Brianna told her.
3/
Emma, the manager of the branch, thirties and looking like one of the
models on the posters in the windows of the store, couldn't believe her
eyes when she spotted who was walking through the doors. Not because of
the man in tow.......the man in a blouse......but-
"Bri!" she exclaimed, rushing across the sales floor. "Girl, it's been
too long!"
She hugged her old friend tight, and Brianna returned the gesture,
whispering in her ear: "I'm sorry."
Brianna felt tears in her eyes and would not have Stephanie a witness to
them.
"Go and browse. You'll have a chance to share what you like with us in a
minute."
Stephanie looked at Emma, hoping for help.
"Don't even bother with those sad eyes, Stephanie," Emma told her. "Me
and Brianna go way back."
Stephanie reluctantly moved off. She tried not to long at the clothes,
but they were just do pretty. She tried not to hold them, but they were
just too soft and lacey. Being here......being made to look at what she
adored. It was irresistable.
Emma smiled, watching him. "All the same," she whispered.
Brianna was glad Emma was distracted. It gave her a second to wipe her
tears away.
"I thought you'd left or something, without saying goodbye," Emma said.
"I......I just needed to get away for a while.......Before I knew it a
year had passed and......I missed you, Em."
She had never shared with Emma what had happened. The rape.
"Me too."
They hugged again.
"We can catch up proper later," Emma said. "Still playing, though, I
see."
"First time in a while," Brianna confessed.
They watched Stephanie pick up a basque. She held it to her body and
tried to smile discretly. Panicking in case she was seen, she fumbled,
trying to put it back on the rack.
"This one really likes it," Emma observed.
"She's a good girl. She enjoys it, but I don't think she realises it
yet. So I'm going to keep pushing for a while and see what happens."
Emma grinned. "I haven't done this in a while. It was always a treat
when you would come in with your little sissy friends."
"Well, I've learned this last week or so......It's like riding a bike.
Ready to have some fun?"
"You bet," Emma said. "I never did anything like this until we met, and
from then I used to love your visits and games."
They hugged again.
"Good bitch, bad bitch?" Emma asked, brushing long hair from her face.
"Let me be bad. I haven't done this in so long."
Brianna smiled.
"Bad bitch, bad bitch," she said.
4/
Stephanie stood in just her panties and bra before the two beautiful
women. Her hands didn't know whether to cover her cute little man-
breasts, or her panties that were beginning to stain with pre-cum as she
got wood.
God, she hoped nothing happened here. What would they do if she
actually........?
Emma stifled a practised laugh. It was just like rising a bike, as
Brianna had told her.
She measured Stephanie's bra size, both band and cup, apologising for
her cold hands.
"Let me see that pathetic little clittie," she said.
"But, I thought this was over. I agreed to the bra fitting and-"
"Now!" Brianna snapped.
"Yes, yes. Right away, Mistress," Stephanie said quickly, sliding her
panties to her ankles and standing straight before them.
Now Emma really did laugh. Loud and long.
"It's so tiny," she exclaimed. "You haven't been swimming just now have
you? Has it started snowing and I didn't realise it? Gone cold outside
all of a sudden?"
She tapped Stephanie's clit with her gorgeous, acrylic nailed fingers.
Stephanie, a little upset but acknowledging somewhere, for some reason,
that she was enjoying this, beamed as her clit started to rise. She
almost let out a cry of successful joy.
Emma took it in her palm, and closed her fingers, swallowing the clit in
her fist. It was so small.
"Oh, Jesus," she cried out, jerking away as a little cum leaked out.
"I'm sorry. I'm sorry," Stephanie repeated, doing her best to prevent an
orgasm.
"Get started," Brianna said, slipping from the room, setting off to
select some lingerie just for Stephanie.
"Bring some tissues," Emma advised.
5/
On the second bra, Stephanie couldn't prevent release any longer, her
clit starting to buck, out of control, but Brianna had him holding
tissues around her clit so the mess didn't go everywhere.
"Oh God, I'm sorry," she cried out, mid-orgasm. "I'm sorry. I'm sorry."
Brianna touched his arm. "It's okay, Stephanie. You're just learning
about your clit and what can really set it off."
Until then, Emma had timidly worked around him, like he was a ticking
bomb about to go off.
"Now I can actually get to work," she said, moving comfortably to him as
she checked band and cup sizes. "This balconette's gorgeous on you."
She adjusted the straps slightly.
"It's tight," Stephanie said, still panting a little. "I didn't mean to-
"
Brianna waved her hand. "Now that's out of the way, you can enjoy the
fitting and try to learn a few things."
"But we can stop now-"
Brianna's face turned to thunder. "This is a game, Stephanie. But
there's more than one player here. I'm not giving you some kind of
extended freebie session. This is a goddamn punishment and-"
Emma chided in, trying to defuse the situation: "You still need some
pretty new lingerie so-"
"No. Wait a second," Brianna said, taking Stephanie's sticky clit in her
fingers, almost angry, but bringing her mood down. Starting to enjoy her
'bad bitch' role even though Stephanie was obviously satiated now.
"There's more to being a woman than getting your thrills and then not
dressing until you feel horny again."
"I didn't mean......I mean, I'm sorry, Mistress."
"There's so much more you're going to learn before this is over,"
Brianna said, and then took a step back, her sudden outburst surprising
her. "I need to take a break."
"Of course. Shame the tag team's over for now, but I can finish off for
you," Emma told her. She looked at her old friend, sensing something
wasn't right. "Are you okay?"
Brianna took a second, breathing steadily. "I'll be okay. Have her wear
that basque she liked so much when she goes back to work. Stockings,
too."
"They won't look great on those hairy legs," Emma said.
Stephanie watched and listened, wondering what had just happened.
Brianna's temperature had definitely rose and, even though she ---
Stephanie --- couldn't decide how much she was enjoying this submissive
role, how much she was acting and how much was genuine, she was curious
about Brianna. Something, sometime, had wounded her and she had not yet
recovered. That much she had deciphered from her sometimes erratic
behaviour.
"She isn't ready for skirts and dresses outside just yet. I'll worry
about her body hair soon enough. Please, Emma," Brianna said. "Just get
her ready and send her back to work. I need some air."
6/
My feelings had ambushed me. It had all been fun and games when I was
playing with Anna, and seeing Emma again.......God, I hadn't realised
how much I missed my friend until I saw her beautiful, bubbly face. It
had been so much fun playing our old bra fitting game again but-
"Miss, are you okay?"
"I'm fine," I blustered, not even seeing who had asked as I bolted for
the ladies, unable to breathe.
I found a cubicle, locked the door and slumped against the wall, my
heels scraping on the floor.
I burst into tears, unable to stifle my sobs.
Twice in one day. Two panic attacks. What the hell was happening to me?
Somewhere a reasonable voice in my mind started to explain that I had
barely left my home, living in fear of what was beyond my property, what
might happen, in about a year. The panic attacks were to be expected.
But not to me........How could somebody so strong be living behind a
facade of that strength? How weak had I become? How weak had he made me?
I hated him. Despised him.
I sniffed and sobbed and wiped snot and tears away.
For a moment, back in the fitting room, I had been out of control. I
knew what was happening. The vengeance I wanted to direct at my rapist
was channeling towards Stephanie, the lingerie thief. She didn't deserve
such wrath......a fun game for sure, one that would teach her a lesson
she would never forget, but in that fitting room, just for a flaring
second, I had been ready to hurt her.
And it wasn't her fault. While not entirely innocent, she had stumbled
into a world she could have no comprehension of, people with histories
she couldn't even begin to understand.
I started to relax. I had to be careful around Stephanie. She was my
first in-person client in around a year.......My first after I had been
raped by a man who had convinced me he was a submissive. How had I been
so foolish?
But he had built a relationship with me. Played a role, developed trust.
I started to unbutton my blouse. That horrible scar-
No, the reasonable voice in my mind said. And my fingers stopped on the
buttons. I didn't look down. You don't need to see it every day. You
don't need to constantly remind yourself of what he did. Every time you
dwell on that scar he's hurting you again.
7/
After a few minutes I settled down and left the cubicle. I then washed
my face and freshened up.
I called Emma. Stephanie had just left. Emma told me she was a little
shaken, trembling now and then, but that she had acquitted herself very
well. Emma asked if I'd be bringing her in again.
"Yes," I said. "I'll be more prepared and ready next time."
"What happened, Sweetie?" Emma asked kindly. "Why did you stop coming
by? We were having good times, right?"
I nodded. Finally: "Yes. We were."
I promised Emma I'd be in touch soon and not fall off the grid again the
way I had.
"I really do miss you," I told her. "You were always a good friend."
And yet, I had drifted away, and, like so many others, I had left her
behind. I considered now how many other men and women were out there,
occasionally thinking, 'I wonder what happened to Brianna', as I stopped
going out, stopped returning calls. Disappeared off their radars.
I had faded from so many lives, but Emma's reaction gave me hope that a
lot of friends would still be there for me.
"Brianna, are you okay, Girl?" Emma asked.
After a moment: "I'm not sure."
8/
I then called Anna, as I walked through the center. Regardless of what
had happened to me, Stephanie's game had to continue until she gave
clear signs of not wanting to play anymore. Not a little begging, but a
clear and definitive "No. Enough."
She deserved it. She was enjoying it. And I felt I needed our
relationship.
From her behaviour so far, I doubted that day would come anytime soon.
So I explained to Anna what Stephanie had purchased and told her to
discretely ask about his new lingerie.
"She'll be wearing her new basque and stockings," I told her and had
barely finished when:
"Oh, can I see it? Can she show me?" Anna asked, and I pictured her
positively bouncing in her chair.
I smiled. Anna was cute.
"Just play responsibly," I told her. "Don't jeopardise your job. Or
Stephanie's until I've cleared the way with your boss."
"What are you going to do?"
"I've got an idea," I said. "But it needs a little finessing yet
and........"
My words faded away.
Instead of returning to my car, my legs had taken me to the store where
Deborah, my new friend, worked. She had helped me during my first panic
attack when I had arrived in the city. Such a delightful and special
young woman.
And I had stopped, staring like a lovestruck teenager through the
window.
"I have to go," I told Anna and dropped my cell into my handbag.
Deborah was with a client. I watched her talk and smile, building a
comfortable rapport. But I had known so much more when I had taken her
to lunch earlier. This customer was just getting a taste of Diet
Deborah. Enough to secure a sale but not enough to get accquainted. And-
She waved at me.
I raised my hand nervously. Smiled.
She smiled back and then returned to her client.
I quickly headed off. My behaviour had been creepy enough, but at least
she had rolled with it. She actually seemed pleasantly surprised and
that welcome tonic was enough to begin changing my mood.
I started back to my car. Some aspects of the day had been successful.
Personally, they had been a disaster. But it was a first step and I was
feeling good about Stephanie.
My cell rang. I checked the number.
Andi. A peer and a very close friend. The one person I had kept in my
world, perhaps knowing one day I would emerge and need somebody when I
did.
But Andi would be calling now for a very specific reason. I knew that
she and some of the other Mistress' in my circle had found my rapist. I
knew they had punished him for what he did, although I had no idea what
they had done. I knew that unless I faced him I would never be free.
The cell continued to ring and vibrate. I didn't want to answer.
But I knew I had to if I ever wanted to find myself again.
My hand touched my blouse where I knew every contour of the scar
underneath.
I answered the cell.
"He's here," Andi said.
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