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LEAVING THE PAST BEHIND
1/
Stephanie took her time walking back to the showroom. While she was
worried people might notice the outline of the tight basque beneath her
shirt, the fine stockings at her ankles, she was also enjoying the feel
of the clothes as she moved.
Everything was connected. From the slender straps of of the soft, lace
basque that had hooked tightly on its most constrictive setting, to the
garter straps across her panties, to her stocking encased toes.......No
matter how she moved, everything seemed to shift in tune ever so
slightly.
So she wandered the streets for a while, enjoying the new sensation. She
didn't even bother to hide the logo of her bags. Happy for people to see
where she had been shopping, even though they had no idea of the
humiliating experience she had been through.
She smiled.
One she was sure she would be masturbating about again and again,
especially thinking about Emma's final words as she left the store.
"I'll tell Mistress Brianna what a good girl you were, and that I'll be
expecting to see you soon."
Getting hard, smiling, Stephanie opened the showroom door and-
2/
"Where the hell have you been?" Anna demanded.
"I-it was my lunch and-"
"It's been almost two hours, you sissy bitch!"
Anna looked away, trying not to laugh. Too much, she thought, still
unfamiliar with her role in Brianna's game. But she had found herself
enjoying it so much earlier and wanted to try again.
Once Brianna had left with Stephanie, Anna had closed up and gone to the
restroom. Her panties were wet at the joys she had experienced just
talking to Brianna. Her eyes opening to erotic new experiences she had
never dreamed about.
She had thought about Stephanie, and what she would do, all the time she
was away. She had tried to heed Brianna's warning to not go crazy, but
it was so intoxicating.
"I-it's-look, Anna, I'm not-"
"That's Miss Anna to you," she corrected.
"Miss-Miss Anna, please, look-listen-I'm not a sissy. I just like-"
"To be bossed around by women? Told what to wear and when? Get all
excited by being humiliated? I think if we Googled sissy right now we'd
find-"
Stephanie hung her head in shame. "A picture of me."
"No, you silly sissy!" Anna cried out, finally erupting in laughter.
"We'd find a definition of what a sissy is. And I think you'd recognize
it like looking in a mirror and...... God, your face is priceless,
Stephanie. I'm just screwing with you. I haven't done this before,
remember. Not in an official, Deputy Mistress capacity."
"You mean-I don't-"
"Stop the stammering. I just took my teasing a little far," she
explained, but noticed the small bulge in his trousers. "I would like to
see your shopping, though."
3/
Stephanie showed her the various sets, boxed and packaged in scented
tissue paper.
"You're such a lucky girl," Anna cooed, sometimes holding a bra up to
Stephanie's chest. "And these have all been sized just for you?"
"Yes, Miss Anna," she said, easily knowing her place. That even though
Anna was play-acting to an extent, there had been a shift in the
dynamics of their relationship. "I had to try them all on."
She considered the bulge in her trousers, straining to show off. But it
was so small.
"And did sissy's little clit enjoy the bra fitting?" Anna asked.
Stephanie turned a beet-red. "Please don't...... It was so
embarrassing...... "
The trousers strained.
"That little clit of yours had all the fun, didn't it?" Anna teased
softly, still trying to calibrate her behaviour. Perhaps that
unpredictability would make the game even more exciting. She was a
wildcard, far from responsible. Like an immature teenager wielding power
for the first time.
Stephanie tried to control herself, but felt pre-cum leaking out.
"Wait a second," Anna noted, digging in the bag. "That set is the one
you've been wearing all this time."
She looked Stephanie up and down.
"What are you wearing now? Did you wear something from the store?" Anna
asked, clapping her hands in delight. "I'd love to see."
Stephanie felt her clit buck a little. "No-I don't think-"
Anna glanced outside. People were passing by, but there were few window-
shoppers. She told Stephanie to move to the back of the showroom near
the pools they were currently exhibiting.
Stephanie did as she was instructed.
"Now, take off your shirt, shoes and trousers."
"I can't do that here!" Stephanie blurted.
"Quickly, before somebody comes in."
Stephanie hurriedly unbuttoned and removed her shirt, kicked off her
shoes and.......Dropped her trousers, revealing the stained, tenting
panties.
Anna giggled.
"Step away from the trousers."
"Anna, what if-"
"Miss Anna," she corrected. "Now, step away and model and pose near our
best pool."
Stephanie swallowed deeply. The flagship pool wasn't far from the
window. There was a good chance, at the right angle looking in, people
would see her. But this modelling and posing was obviously a punishment
for her lack of respect. And Anna was relatively new at this, not like
Brianna who was skilled. Anna could make bad decisions and it was she,
Stephanie, who would pay the price.
"Move it, sissy bitch," Anna giggled, unable to suppress her joy. What
was happening to her? She was drunk on her behaviour, addicted. And
hot........ God.......As Stephanie padded to the pool, dithering a
little at the thought of being seen, she started to finger herself under
her desk.
Anna moaned a little, barely discrete, as Stephanie leaned on the tub,
crossing her hairy legs, and thrusting her small breasts out.
"Yes," Anna whispered. "Work it. Sell that pool, Stephanie."
She watched as Stephanie, becoming lost in the heat of the moment,
glided her hands over the smooth surfaces, felt her own body, her
breasts, her chest, down her legs-
Anna cried out as Stephanie's tiny clit erupted.
Stephanie ran from the pool, alarmed at what had happened. She grabbed
her trousers and quickly pulled them up.
Anna had barely noticed, lost in the fantasy game.
"You should......" she began, moaning again as she removed her finger.
"Stephanie......"
She was fastening her shirt, hiding the basque. "I'm sorry. Miss Anna,
I'm sorry."
She reached into her handbag. Tossed her a panty-liner.
"What's this?" Stephanie asked breathlessly, their mutual masturbation
coming to an end.
"You obviously have no control over your body," Anna told her.
"I do. It's just this is crazy. You can't-"
"Just put the panty-liner on for now."
"I will not," Stephanie said quite firmly.
"Remember I'm still the Office Manager here," Anna reminded him. "We
just played that little game in front of our security cameras."
"Oh, Jesus......" Stephanie whispered. She had been so caught up in the
excitment, so concerned about onlookers outside, she hadn't even thought
about the security systems inside. "Please, Miss Anna. You've got to-"
"Put the panty-liner on."
He opened the small, delicate package, taking a second to figure out the
contents.
"It's not a science exam. Just insert the liner into your panties so you
don't ruin them any more than you have to."
"Yes, Miss Anna. Right away."
He fixed the liner into the already sodden panties, and then tucked his
small clit away.
He looked at Anna expectantly.
She reached for her keyboard.
"Let's just keep this little sissy escapade between us," she told him.
"Thank you, Miss Anna," she said, grateful the footage was being erased.
But instead of erasing it, Anna was saving it into a folder she simply
called STEPHANIE. She also set about typing an email to Brianna. She had
loved what had just happened, but she acknowledged she was a little out
of control. If she was going to do this...... And she was, that she
didn't doubt........ she would need help. Guidance.
"Miss Anna, for how long do I have to wear this panty-liner?" Stephanie
asked.
Anna looked up, her concentration broken. "Sissy, you'll wear it as long
as I say. It's for your protection right now. It's not like you're on a
period or anything."
She watched Stephanie baulk at the notion.
"Yet," she teased, trying to sound confident, but a little uncertain.
Too much, too soon...... She continued with her email to Brianna,
explaining how out of control she had felt.
But also, how much she had loved it.
4/
When Stephanie returned to her building that evening, she was exhausted.
Not physically, but mentally. The day had been daunting........ From her
fears of wearing the lingerie and blouse to work...... To her relief
that Mistress Brianna was ordering the pool so her humiliation might
soon end.... To the bra fitting and his humiliating release into the
tissues in front of Mistress Brianna and her friend, Emma.....To Anna's
wild requests in the office....
To her own realisation, as she locked her door and slumped down against
it, that she had loved the attention and embarrassments. She was
tingling at the thought of all that had happened and quickly undressed,
removing the gross, sweaty and damp panty-liner that Anna had made her
wear all day, so that she could try on all the lingerie again.
It was hers, chosen especially for her. She could wear it as often as
she liked...... Would probably have to wear it every day for a while.
But what was wrong with that? After stealing the lingerie a week or so
ago from Mistress Brianna, this seemed an appropriate punishment. And
secretly, the former cross-dresser within was loving everything that was
happening, even though it was a massive escalation in anything he had
done before.
Wearing a gorgeous lilac set, lace cups and inserts working to create
cleavage, clit tucked tight between his legs to create a smooth pantied
front, the satin so soft and sensual; the garter belt and it's six hooks
dangling.... He reached for a pair of stockings, carefully tearing open
the packaging and the clear sealed packet within, easing them out,
enjoying their texture, his fingers wrapped in the fine denier 10
nylon......
The harsh knock on the door jettisoned him back to reality.
Shit, shit.......Just as she was enjoying herself. Not quite enough to
pull herself into a shamed masculinity, but close. She had to cover up
before-
"Give me a minute," she shouted.
-A key rattled in the lock.
What the-?
The door started to open. It must be Kelsey, his land-lady.
"Wait, I'm not-"
She stepped in. Full tomboy mode. Jeans and a shirt. Her face smudged
with muck or dirt from whatever DIY job she was tackling for one of her
clients.
Her smile was neither cute nor cruel. Just one of realisation.
Stephanie didn't know where to put her hands. What to cover up.
"I said I didn't mind how you dressed, didn't I?" Kelsey asked
rhetorically. "I've even helped you this last day or so. Gave you that
mirror."
"Yes-yes," Stephanie stammered, and was then surprised by how easily the
following came out: "Thank you, Miss Kelsey."
"Miss Kelsey?" she laughed. "I've been your friend for years. I was so
happy you were comfortable enough to share this with me. Miss
Kelsey.......Is this just some kind of game to you?"
Stephanie realised she had made a mistake. Kelsey barely even saw
herself as a woman, and would certainly never be a part of this game.
She was genuinely trying to help her find her way.
"No-I-it's-"
Kelsey raised her hand. "You look pretty cute. I guess some guys and
girls would even find you sexy. Have you been enjoying yourself?"
Stephanie thought a moment. "Yes."
"I said you had me in your corner, but you've taken advantage of me
recently."
"I don't understand," Stephanie began.
"Your rent is way overdue and I've been lenient. But you keep shopping
to satisfy the girl in you, so you've given me no choice."
"Kelsey, please don't do this," Stephanie begged, realising what was
about to happen. "You don't understand. I had to do this. I'll make the
rent. I just closed a sale and when my pay comes through I'll-"
"You've had your chances. But by the end of the month I want you gone. I
need residents who can make their rent."
"But, Kelsey-" she said, tears appearing in her eyes.
"I'm sorry," she told her, and handed over an eviction notice. "I know
it's only a few days, but I've been giving you plenty of warnings. Once
you find somewhere come by and see me. I'll always be here for you
regarding all this."
Kelsey considered the way she was dressed one final time and then left
before Stephanie started to cry.
5/
When I returned home later that evening I spotted a car near my gates. I
pulled up alongside it, knowing who the driver would be, and my heart
kicked in extra beats.
It was Andi, a friend and peer from my sessioning days, and Dawn,
another Mistress I had associated with. Sometimes doubling up for twice
the fun with clients. They waved slightly but I couldn't even smile,
knowing why they were here......
In the back seat, two figures. A big man. Muscle-bound like Hercules. A
bodyguard. If Andi and Dawn were here to visit, why had they brought
with them such a man, then......
My eyes finally landed on the other figure. Hooded so he didn't know
where he was. Clothes without form and nondescript.
My fingers started to tremble as I activated the gates. I lowered the
window of my car and Dawn, in the passenger seat of the other vehicle,
did the same.
"Take him to the guest house," I said, my voice wavering.
I noticed the hooded figure cock his head slightly at the sound of my
voice. Did he recognize me? Or was it just the unfamiliar voice that
surprised him?
They drove ahead of me and I gave them a few minutes to set up after I
watched them move inside, gathering my strength.
But I couldn't move. I remained in the car. I released my tears and let
my trembling body settle. This was a mistake. No matter how much I felt
I had to face my rapist if I was to move on........ for him to be here,
now.......I wasn't ready-I couldn't do this-I needed to-
I didn't even hear the door open, but felt the calming hand on my arm.
It was Andi.
"It's okay," she said. "We're here with you and we've got as long as you
need."
6/
For the next half an hour I tried not to relive what had happened, but
couldn't help myself, my thoughts returning to that awful night.....Just
flashes throughout the conversation......
...... as, over time, he convinced me and developed a trusting
relationship, only to......
I wiped at my eyes.
"How could I have been so foolish?" I said to Andi and Dawn now.
"It was never your fault," Dawn reassured me.
"He was a predator," Andi told me. "He was skilled at what he did.
However strong you were then --- and you always have been one of the
strongest women I know --- you were prey. He was playing a game you
didn't even know you were a part of."
...... turn the tables so quickly and so violently.....
My hand rested on my blouse, the scar beneath......
........ the knife slamming down into me, penetrating my flesh, terror
and pain holding me in place as...........
My body was trembling again, and Dawn and Andi both held me until I
settled again.
"Who was he?" I asked.
"Does it matter? He's gone now. He's not a part of the world anymore.
He's simply ours," Andi explained.
"What do you mean?" I asked, shivering despite the warm evening air.
"It was worse than we knew," Dawn said.
I looked at her, but it was Andi --- always a leader among us --- who
elaborated.
"When we found him there were folders on his computer. Fourteen
Mistresses who he had marked, followed, researched and-"
"What? I don't understand," I whispered.
"Your attack wasn't random, Brianna. It was planned with deligence and
executed with precision and patience. You were a target."
I tried to absorb the information, my body quaking involuntarily. Dawn
took my hands.
"Look at me," she said. "We're here."
"The others?" I managed weakly. "You said fourteen...... "
"He had already raped two of the others. Not local to us. He moved
around and avoided any kind of pattern. The attacks, like yours, were
not even reported to the police. Those women, like you, retreated from
their lifestyle. One...... "
Andi considered me, wondering how much I was ready to hear.
"Tell me," I insisted.
"One of them killed herself. The other became a recluse, wouldn't talk
to us even when I told her we had the man responsible for her assault.
You are the only one who has tried to return."
.......he finally, after hours and hours, left me, my body used and torn
and bleeding, my mind shattered, never to be seen again.........
Until now.
7/
I stood before the hooded figure.
Andi stepped near him so he could clearly hear what she was saying.
"I contacted those other Mistresses, the ones he had folders on. And we
agreed to share his punishment, doing with him what each of us felt was
appropriate."
She raised the hood. His eyes squinted, adjusting to the light. He tried
to talk, but the ball gag in his mouth was muffling anything he was
saying. He raised a hand, but the bodyguard quickly caught his wrist.
The rapist looked fearfully at the man and cowered, and I wondered how
many times this man had beaten my assailant...... To the point where a
simple, commanding touch induced terror.
He looked at me. Directly at me. Not with recognition but fear, and a
flicker of hope. I was a stranger to him. He was trying to say something
again, and I finally made out the words.
.......elfff.......elllllff meee........ elfff me...... help me........
"So," Andi continued, "we take turns keeping him for a month and-"
"Keeping him?" I asked, my own fear giving way to a dreaded curiosity.
What had my friends done to this man? What were they doing?
"We take turns feeding him. Taking care of him," Dawn explained. "He'll
always be treated very, very well."
.......nooooo....... escaped from the gag...... eeeese no.........
please no...........
"Making sure he pays for what he did to you.....To the others....." Andi
said more bluntly.
She stroked the rapist's face tenderly and he flinched away.
"Andi, what have you done?" I asked, swallowing deeply.
I stood close to the man. Looked him in the eye. Nothing. He didn't know
who I was. Just another woman he had ruined.
"He had a folder with my name on it," Andi defended. "Pictures.
Writings. Musings of what he was going to do to me. I made sure they
would always remain fantasies."
"Andi?" I whispered, my voice breaking.
Andi massaged between his legs, while the bodyguard held the rapist in
place.
"He's chemically castrated."
The man's head dropped, a mewling sound escaping the gag.
"This has led to low levels of testosterone, the loss of body hair." She
moved her hands over his chest. "The development of cute, perky breasts,
which have been augmented with surgery."
I stepped back. Not just from the rapist, but from my friends.
I didn't feel sorry for him, but I couldn't condone what they were doing
to him. Creating a freak passed from Mistress to Mistress to do with as
they wished.
Andi moved around and slapped his ass.
"His pussy gets violated regularly," she continued, and then her hand
gripped his chin, forcing his mouth open. "And he regularly has an
aching jaw from all that dick he sucks."
I shook my head. What had my friends done? This was a horror show.
"It's simply up to each Mistress how badly he is treated," she
concluded.
"You should leave," I finally managed.
"But you could have your turn," Andi offered. "Now you're back."
"I'm not.......This isn't me....." I managed, repulsed.
This wasn't about whether I continued working on-line or returned to in-
person sessioning. It wasn't about justice or revenge.
His eyes, pleading.......He still didn't know who I was and yet he had
stolen a year from my life. I had been destroyed. I didn't need to hurt
him to return...... Now I realised I didn't even need to see him. I had
let him do so much to me, and yet I meant so little.
The way for me to move forward was to let go of all that he had done to
me.......Of all they would do to him......
Through the ball gag again.......eeefe.....ellff mee......
please.....help me......
I turned away and left the guest house. Walking across my gardens to the
my home, I could hear Andi and Dawn calling after me. But I didn't look
back.
I wouldn't hurt my rapist further.......
Tears slipped down my cheeks, the moon illuminating my path, high now in
the night sky.
But I wouldn't help him either.......Regardless of what my former peers
might do to him........
I collapsed to my knees, a sob escaping like a howl to the full moon,
finally free of the tight grip he had on me.
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