Date With A Mistress              by: Patricia Anne Anderson

 

It was a sultry afternoon and I was sitting in my study remembering the events of the past weekend. Never before had I thought that I would endever to fulfill my fantasies until I met Angela.

Friday Night:

It was late in the afternoon when I decided to check the adds on my computer. I was looking for an ad for a Mistress. It didn’t take long and I located an ad it had a phone number so i picked up the phone and called. The person on the other end introduced themself as Mistress Netasha.

"Hello, this is Misstress Netasha speaking." She said in a sweet yet cold voice.

"Ahhhhhh, my name is Patrick and I was wondering if you would have time for me this evening.?"

"Let me check my schedule sir." She said.

There was a slight pause as I waited for her she came back a few minutes later and talked to me some more.

"I do have some time this evening hon, you can come over at 7 PM."

"That would be great." I said casually.

She gave me the address and hing up and i was starting to get nervous. I wrestled with the thought of calling her back and canceling but decided not to. Being a closet Crossdresser my curiosity was peaked. I had been dressing since I was about 8 and always in secret. My passion had cost me a marrage and i was boound and determined to follow this passion to the end.

I put on some old clothes and started out the door. It would take me about 20 minutes to get down town. On the drive there my mind started to wander and i tried to invision what would go on. This is something i had nevver done before. When I got to the apartment complex where she lived i again had second thoughts about going in. I locked my car and headed for the apartment. As I approached the front door my heart was pounding. I rang the doorbell and when the door opened I almost passed out. The beauty that greeted me was stunning. She wore nothing but a black satin corset, black nylons with lace at the top and a pair of black high heels the kind with the strap around the ankle.

"Come right in." She said. "My mane is Netasha but you will call me Mistress."

I went in and she pointed to a chair in the middle of the room. As she spoke her soft voice had me in a daze. She started to explain the rules and what was expected of me.

"Your name is Patrick, well I think from this time on you will be Patricia."

"Yes Mistress Netasha."

"Now take off your clothes."

As I started to undress she had to smile as she saw that i was wearing satin panties under my clothes. I never wore male underclothes any more because the panties were alot more comfortable. When I was undressed down to just the panties she smiled and told me to sit in the chair.

"Sit right there slave." She said and pointed to the chair.

I sat in the chair and she came over to me and lifted my chin with her hand. I was shaking and she could tell I was uncomfortable. She secured my ankles to the chair legs and then my hands behind the chair. I could not move and she was holding something in her hand. She held it up to my ear and I heard a pop and a slight tingle as she inserted the stud into my ear. She did the same thing to the other ear and I was now wearing a pair of pierced ear rings. This did not bother me as i had planned on getting my ears pierced any way. Then she picked up a pair of tweezers and began to pluck my eye brows. Now this die hurt somewhat but it did not deter her one bit. I could not see what was going on as she worked.

When she was done with my eye brows she picked up a can of shave cream and put it on my face. She was an expert as she shaved me closer than I had ever been before and I was baby skin smooth. She said nothing as she worked but went about her business without a sound. Then she picked up a bottle of foundation and started to apply it to my face, forehead and neck area. She stepped back and picked up a compact and applied powder to my face. I was beginin to wonder what i would look like after she was done.

Next she applied some eye liner and eye shadow. Then she picked up a set of false eye lashes and expertly glued them to my eye lids. She picked up the mascara and made the eye lashes longer and thicker. She stewpped back and looked at what she had done.

"You are going to be so beutiful, alot of men will just die to get ahold of you."

She left the room and came back in carrying a box. She opened the box and what she took out surprised me. There wre a pair of silicone breast with realy big nipples on them. She took a wash rag and cleaned my chest realy good and dried it. She spread something on the silicone breasts and affixed them to my chest. Then she smothed in something that made them blend to my natural skin color. When i looked down i was sporting a pair of real breasts and theyu looked good.

"Now don’t you move slave, just sit there, I am going to undo your hands."

She untied my hands and took one of them. She checked the nails on each hand and took a kit from a dresser drawer. She filed my natural nails down til there was almost nothing there. She took out a tube of what looked like super glue and applied it to one of my nails. She took a nail kit and stuck the tip on my finger. She did the same to all my fingers and then trimmed them nicely. She picked up a bottle of the redest red nail polish I had ever seen and expertly painted each nail. She had me stand up as she untied my legs from the chair. She ordered me to go to the corner of the room. Hanging there from the celing was a bar like thing. Hanging from the bar was a set of what looked like hand cuffs but they weren’t. She attached my wrists to the cuffs and then went to a rope and started to pull me into the air. She lifted me so high that my toes were just barely touching.

She went to the closet and took out what appeared to be a victorian corset. As she wrapped it around me I was all a flutter. She hooked it in front and then started to lace up the back. Now ny waist is a natural 29 inches but when she started to pull the strings it was getting hard to breath.

" I am going to make your waist so small that a big man will be able to get his hands around you, now suck in your stomach."

As she pulled the laces tight she tied it in back and there was no way I could get to them myself. She then lowered the bar and as my full weight was again on my feet I could hardly breath and bending at the waist was impossible.

"There that has reduced your waist down to a size 24."

She ordered me to go and sit on the chair again. When she did this she also told me to take off the panties I was wearing. She picked up a pair of Black satin panties with lots of lace around the leg openings and the waist. She took my balls and with her finget stuffed them up inside my body. It hurt something terrible but there was nothing i could do to protest. Next she took my cock and wrapped it between my legs and picked up some surgical tape and expertly taped everything in place. As she was doing this I wondered what was next.

"There that aught to hold them where they are," She said smiling.

"Now slave what shall I do next?"

The panties were pulled up my legs and when they settled into place it was as if I had no cock or balls at all. I was as flat between my legs as any woman would be. The corset had given me an hourglass figure and even made the breast forms push up a bit giving me a great cleveage. The matching bra was next and as she put it on me it pushed my breasts up and in even more. She pulled a pair of black nylons up my legs you know the kind with the lacy elastic band at top so i didn’t need a garter belt.

She ordered me to go and sit in the chair once more as she went to the closet to get some things. She came back carrying a light blue satin maids outfit. It had realy puffy sleeves and was cut realy low in the front. There was lace around the short sleeves and bottom hem of the dress as well.

"Stand up you sissy." She said in a voice I hadn’t heard her use yet.

As I stood up she told me to put the dress on. I stepped into the dress and it was hard because of the constriction of the corset. Once the dress was on she zipped it up the back. The dress was barely long enough to cover my upper thy. She handed me a frilly white petticoat and told me to put it on under the dress. When i slid it up my legs it made the dress flair out and you could see the tops of my nylons. I didn’t dare bend over because if i did you would get a very good view of my panties.

"Ok slave cone sit here again."

She directed me to sit in the chair and picked up a pair of light blue high heeled shoes. She put them on my feet and attached the ankle strap. When she told me to get up and walk around the room I nearly fell over. The heels were 7 inches and while i had worn heels before I had never worn anything this high. When i walked the petticoat swished and made a rusteling sound. Now this I liked and I told myself that i could get used to this. I walked across the room and held onto a chair. She immediately came over to me and slapped my face.

" I didn’t tell you that you could hold onto anything did I slave?"

"No Mistress." I said hanging my head.

"You are here for one thing, to be treated like a woman and the way I see fit, do you understand?"

"Yes Mistress." I said with tears in my eyes.

"Now walk back across the room and sit at the vanity."

I tried my best to walk across the room and actually I was getting used to the heels and was doing very well. Mistress Natasha was smiling in spite of her very forceful manner. As ai sat in the chair by the vanity she took a red wig from a box and set it on the table. She took something that looked like clear tape and pulled off a big strip. She put four strips on my head, two at the side and two on top. Then she picked up the wig and put it on my head. As she pulled it into place she whistled.

"There that should keep it on."

"Thank you mistress."

"You may now look at yourself in the mirror."

As I looked in the mirror I was astounded to see this gorgeous female looking back at me. Now as a Crossdresser I was pretty good with make up and all but what she had done, WOW!!!!!!!!!. I looked beautiful it was beyound my wildest immagination.

"You will knock them dead at the party tonight Patricia."

What party, I didn’t want to go to any party. I was now getting very scared and didn’t know what to do. I certainly couldn’t run, not in these heels anyway. I was trapped. She then told me to stand up and bend over some. It was hard for me to do as the corset kept me from bending too far. I couldn’t see what she was doing but as i felt something cool at my little hole she pushed her finger up inside me. This made me start to get turned on and I could feel my cock straining to get free. The next thing i knew I felt something big being stuffed inside my ass. As it went in it hurt and I nearly started to cry.

Securely in place the thing in my ass was very uncomfortable. She wrapped some sort of harness around my waist and secured it. I could feel the pressure of the rather big butt plug filling my insides.

"Now Patricia when we get to the party it will be your job to serve and service any male the requests it, do you unbderstand?" "Yes Mistress, I understand." I said with a half smile.

"Good, you are by far the prettiest slave I have ever trained."

Now this made me feel semi good as she took my hand and led me out the door to her car. It was a little hard for me to get into the car and as we were walking out I got alot of whistles and cat calls. We arrived at the site of the party in about half an hour as I was ushered in I was taken to a room off the kitchen. There in the room was another girl dressed like a maid. Her name was Lauren and she was very pretty. She told me that she had been brought to the party by her master. Master Charles was a big man about 6’ 5" tall and muscular. Lauren was also a prtticoated slave, a man dressed to look like a woman.

When the party stsrted we were ordered to serve the guests and I swear I never got so many pinches on the butt. I think every man there and the wqoman also pinched my butt and liked to feel me up it was a different feeling.

"Come here slave." ordered Master Charles.

Both Lauren and I went to where he was sitting. We stood there with our eyes and heads down as we were instructed to do.

"I want you right here Patricia." Said Charles as he pointed to the floor in front of him.

I assumed my position and he quickly tok my chin in his hand.

"You know why you are here don’t you slave?" He asked.

"Yes Master Charles."

"Well then here."

He kissed me on the mouth, something i had never done to another male before. It wasn’t repulsive or anything and right at that momment I was feeling more like a girl than I had ever before in my life. Charles let me go and started to unzip his trousers and when he did the biggest cock i had ever seen came out. It was at least 10 inches long and thiock and his balls looked like those of a bull.

"Here slave kiss it." He ordered with a smile.

I just knelt there stareing and I recieved a slap in the face for it. I reached out and took it in my hand and started to stroke it. As I did it got harder and longer now it was at least 12 inches long.

" I said kiss it slave." Bellowed Charles.

I kissed the tip of his cock and as i did he told me to open my mouth so that I could suck on it. I had one hell of a time getting that monster in my mouth and i could only get about half of it in. He took hold of the back of my head and shoved more of it in and I almost gagged. He kept pushing it farther in until my lips were resting in his pubic hair. I was having a herd time breathing but that made no difference to him.

"Now I will teach you what it is like to be a slave." He said as he started to withdraw his cock.

He leef just the head in as he told me to use my tongue. I did as i was told and as I touched the tip I could taste the pre cum. It wasn’t bad tasting, kinda salty but not at all that bad. He once again shoved the entire length of his cock into my throat. This time I didn’t gag as much as he continued. I was getting into it now as Mistress Netasha encouraged me.

"Thats it little sissy whore, suck my cock and you will get your reward."

"Come on now Patricia suck it realy good." Said Netasha.

I was now sucking for all I was worth. Master Charles was now fucking my face as if it were a vagina. He was sliding in and out with ease now as i deep throated him. I couldn’t believe what I was doing. I had never had thoughts about being gay ever in my life. But I settled in to what I was doing.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhh, yesssssssssss, suck it, suck it good, come on make me cum, I want to cum in your sweet mouth." Yelled Charles.

It seemed like forever bit finaly Charles pulled half way out of my mouth. His cock seemed to grow bigger as it epanded in my mouth. The first blast of his male seeed spalshed against the back of my mouth and I swallowed as fast as I could. It seemed like he had a gallon of the stuff. It didn’t have a bad taste as I found out.

"Don’t swallow it all Patricia, I want you to savor the taste of him for a while."

Said Netasha.

With every spirt of his cum I could feel it raceing up his shaft. It did taste good dispite what i was forced to do. But then hadn’t I asked for this. I was the one who went looking for a mistress.

"Ohhhhhhhhh God Patricia, you are so good, are you sure you have never done this before." Asked Charles.

I tried to answer him but his huge cock was still imbeded in my mouth. As his passion subsided his cock went limp in my mouth. I still had quite a bit of his cum in my mouth and I didn’t awallow it until Mistress Netasha told me to. Charles picked me up and kissed me hard on the mouth and I responded letting his tongue slip in. He was some man. I think I could realy get to love him given the circumstances.

"This was your first party Patricia my little sissy, there will be many more to come." Said Netasha.

"Yes Mistress." I said with a smile.

"Now come over here and service this man."

Netasha pointed to a man that was standing in the corner of the room. I walked over to hin and as he kissed me I began to unzip his trousers. I repeated what i had done with Charles. This would go on for the rest of the night and my mouth had never been so sore. When the party was finaly over I think I had sucked 25 or more cocks and my belly was full of their seed. I was surprise I did it at all.

Netasha then took me back to her place where I assumed my male role once again and I was sad when I had to. Netasha gave me specific directions that i was to wear my panties and bra under my male clothes at all times.

"I will see you next week Patricia and I will have a surprise for you."

Netasha didn’t remove the butt plug but told me to keep it in the rest of the night and week end. I began to wonder what her surprise would be. As I drove home I had a sence of finally belonging. Could I be a girl for real, was my mind so messed up that I didn’t want to be a man any more. I would find this out on my next visit to Mistress Netasha. Thus ended my first evening as a sissy whore and a maid servent. As I fell asleep that night I dreamt of being a total woman.

To Be Continued

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