Mistress Eera

Please read Mistress Keera Parts 1 to 15 for context.

About a month after Goddess Keera's business trip away and my work for the neighbours, we were heading out for our early morning run when we noticed an ambulance next door. We went in to see if we could help in any way only to be told by a tearful Eleanor that George had passed away in the night. We helped in whatever small way we could but eventually her relatives arrived and we made our way back home.

George's funeral was scheduled a few weeks later and we were planning on attending. We had to stop off in Ms. Cathy's financial practice to finalise details for our wedding which was due to take place in about six months' time, in May of the following year. We were just finishing up with Ms. Cathy when my Goddess took a phone call. It was Eleanor and she put the phone on speaker.

"Keera, I know that you and Cathy and tinytim are coming for the funeral. George thought highly of you all especially little tim. I meant to say to you that it would be lovely if you all wore stockings and suspenders as a tribute. George adored a well turned leg in a stocking and it would be nice for his old army comrades to see him given such a send-off."

We all looked at each other, not a stocking or suspender among us at that hour on a Tuesday morning. Ms. Cathy said she knew two ladies who had set up a little boutique close enough and we could try there. We hightailed it to this little shopping centre. The shop was called "Enclitical" and Ms. Cathy's friends the owners Erica and Ernestine, had worked in various department stores before opening this venture. It was an Aladdin's Cave of clothing of all sorts. When Ms. Cathy explained that the three of us need outfits for a funeral but on the risqué side and that stockings and suspenders were de rigueur. Erica dressed Ms. Cathy first a simple black dress with the necessary accoutrements, then turned her attention to Goddess Keera, kitting her out in a spectacular black number with a deep décolletage, slit almost to the waist, showing, when she walked a flash of suspender and sequin encrusted stocking tops. Then they all turned their attention to me. My Goddess had me strip completely down to my locked on heels and cage. The boutique ladies were very interested in my submissive garb and had loads of questions for my Goddess. Goddess expressed an interest in getting me properly measured for a bra as my little titties were starting to bloom nicely from the increased hormone dosage. My Goddess, Ms. Cathy and the ladies went into a huddle looking at Ms. Cathy's phone. The bra that I was to be fitted with was a tack bra, similar to the one that sissy Roger was fitted with. The ladies got to work quickly, measuring me for my first bra, then they got out two bra inserts and some upholstery tacks and a hot glue gun. I had to glue the underside of each tack and poke it through the insert making a pretty circular design. When they were complete I mas made to sterilize them and they were fitted inside my first training bra, it was realty tight as Erica fastened the straps to the tightest that the bra would allow. All of the ladies had a test of my bound and pierced titties oohing and aahing over the look and saying they wished they had something so pretty!!

An eight strap suspender belt was fastened onto a pair of RHT seamed stockings and then I was dressed in a very sheer top and tight satin skirt that barely covered my stocking tops. No panties of course, just a long black jacket to match the outfit. While Ms. Cathy and myself waited in the car my Goddess was chatting to the ladies, presumably paying for the clothes. Ms. Cathy became very impatient saying that we would be late. And late we were...

We arrived at the church at least ten minutes late. When we entered the service was underway. But would it do my Goddess to enter quietly and sit towards the back, not a bit of it. The three of us clacked all the way up to the third row from the front, disturbing some of the old gentlemen as we squeezed past them into the pew. It was quite an entrance, Eleanor turned around and greeted us with a little wave.

When the ceremony concluded we stood around in the churchyard chatting. Eleanor came over and said that she was going to have a small gathering in the house. My Goddess would not hear of it, insisting that we would all go to the Eastbury for refreshments and a few drinks. Eleanor asked if she was sure and my Goddess assured her that it was no problem. Some of the old gentlemen said that it was too far, they had other engagements etc. My Goddess "accidentally" dropped her purse and without being told what to do I bent from the waist to retrieve it. There was a sharp intake of breath and the reluctant gentlemen suddenly seemed available for the reception. Ms. Cathy and myself were sent in advance to organise the little event.

When we got to the Eastbury and enquired at reception, things did not look good. The girls on reception explained that the hotel was exceptionally busy and they doubted that they could facilitate us. She called over a member of staff, Marcel. Marcel was small dressed in a white shirt and the tightest pair of black trousers ever. He stood, sizing us both up, saying her regretted that it was not possible...

I interrupted.

"S'il vous plaît, Maître Marcel, je vous en supplie. Je vais me mettre à genoux pour répondre à vos envies."

He looked at us, telling Ms. Cathy to wait, he told me to follow him. He brought me down a corridor, hit a keypad on a door and almost dragged me into a store cupboard. He looked me in the eye, lifted the front of my skirt to check my "credentials" and gestured for me to get on my knees. Small man, tight trousers, nice size cock. I took it between my lips and commence to give him a five-star blowjob. I took him deep into my throat with little preliminary action. As he went deep my tongue lavered his tight little balls. He groaned as pulled me further on to him. His hands reached down my top and he manipulated my titties as I screamed onto his hardening cock. He was alarmed and pulled back. I showed him the tack bra inserts and he nodded his understanding. Shoving his cock back down my throat he squeezed and rubbed my tortured titties with vice like glee. Making me moan and scream again as he pulled my face tight to his little belly. He held off from cumming for what seemed like a long time. As his rhythm developed so did my enjoyment of the pain and the intrusion deep in my throat. The ever old refrain "Golm, Golm, Golm" started as I hummed around his cock. Finally, I felt his balls tighten and he shot ropes of French cum down my throat and deep inside my belly. He pulled me to my feet and kissed me deeply. With one hand he squeezed my poor tortured nipple, with the other he caressed my caged "excitement." Then, with barely a chance to make myself decent he ushered me back to Ms. Cathy saying

"Ok Madame, we can accommodate you. Please."

He gestured for him to follow him and showed us a small secluded room that was perfect.

All the funeral attendees arrived a little later. They were a mix of Eleanor's friends and George's old army buddies. It turned into a good raucous celebration of George. Lots of stocking tops and suspenders. My Goddess phoned Stephen and he turned up trumps with a couple of his drag friends who enlivened the afternoon just as it was beginning to flag. Marcel finished his duty and dropped in to check that everything was OK, giving me a card with his address and telephone number. I gave it straight to my Goddess and he nodded understandingly and bowing to her, left graciously. My Goddess then said she had a cab coming for me as she promised Erica and Ernestine that I would help out at the first of their evening shopping experiences.

"Have fun." She said giving my poor tortured titties one final squeeze.

I arrived at "Enclitical" to find the ladies drinking wine and relaxing. I was directed without further ado to remove their shoes and massage their aching feet. I started with Ernestine first. Ernestine was a tall Blonde lady heavyset with an obviously corseted figure. She had small feet with pink painted toenails. As I removed her shoes and set to work, Erica bolted the door and put up a closed sign. I kissed and licked Ernestine's feet until she moaned with pleasure. I was then directed to Erica, doing the same for her until I was able to elicit the same reaction. When Erica had finished with me I turned to find Ernestine naked apart from a red corset which was laced tightly, accentuating her waist while pushing her tits high on her chest.

It was to these she pulled me first as I was on top. I held them both in my hands, a proper double handful before dropping my head in proper adoration of her magnificent orbs. Without much delay she pushed me down on my back and mounted my face, grinding herself roughly against my gaping maw. Pausing again she reversed herself, still keeping my mouth squashed against her dripping cunt but this time facing down my body. She commenced to work on my bra clad chest. Pushing and pulling and squeezing and teasing. I screamed up into her hungry flowing cunt. Her screams excited her even more as she went to work with gusto on my sore titties. The more she manipulated me the harder I screamed, the harder I screamed the more excited she got and the attention got rougher. I was in sweet delicious agony; I have never felt sensations like it before.

Though my subspace haze I felt Erica's hands removing my skirt and she climbed on the lower part of my body. At first humping my thighs and then climbing between them to attend to my little caged excitement. I strained against my cage but to no avail, and no release. They switched places, and I got a glance of Erica's body, het tits were even bigger that Ernestine's and her belly strained her green corset to its utmost. Unlike Ernestine, Erica was shaved clean, and her bald cunt made full use of my mouth as she lowered herself on to it, grinding out a rhythm that was unknown to me. Again they switched, the torture of my titties continues, they both took delight in teasing me in my cage, prodding and poking me.

After a long bout of switch and switch about I finally had them both at a point of orgasm. First Ernestine came deep in my mouth, her hands squeezing out my screams deep in her cavern of delight, as she pounded my body into submission. Then Erica's turn Making full use of my oral facility as Ernestine encouraged my attention with more abuse of my tack pierced titties.

I zoned deep within subspace, sore and spent, longing for the anal stimulation or the suspension bondage that always caused my milked orgasm. I felt as though I was on the edge of a cliff, ready and willing to jump out into space but restrained from being able to do so.

Both ladies cleaned me licking my face of each other's juices. They then told me as we cuddled together that this night would be the first of monthly events where dominant ladies and Mistresses could shop in privacy, with or without their submissive subjects. If they spent over two thousand euro, they were entitled to the full use of the facilities. Either Erica, Ernestine or, most likely, me. Marie, the lady from the specialist shoe shop would be in attendance to measure, advise and take orders. They cleaned me, somewhat and dressed me, all in red this time. The only thing from my funeral outfit were the stockings which were laddered and torn and my padlocked shoes. This time I was allowed knickers but they were really jo more than a piece of red dental floss, that did absolutely nothing to cover my immodesty.

So the evening began, I served wine, I modelled clothes, I got groped a lot. I showed my tack bra. I made six pairs of bra inserts for poor boys and even girls who were about to experience this new height of torture. Almost all the shoppers spent over the limit so I licked a lot of cunt and swallowed seven loads of creamy cum.

Two of the loads that I swallowed during the evening were from a delicious creature called Seana, a delicious girlie. Seana was tall and slim with the prettiest face and cutest green eyes and rosy lips. She had a beautiful little bottom, a gorgeous pair of silicon small apple shaped titties and the most delicious long slim clittie that you have ever seen. His Mistress, Lexxi, spent a fortune in Enclitical and was rewarded at the end of the night with full use of the "facilities." It was no chore for me as I went down on my ripped stocking clads knees to worship Seana's stiff staff of delight. It had that gorgeous silky skin that made a banquet for my hungry lips and eventually I got his considerable length deep in my throat and the daily refrain "Golm, Golm, Golm," filled the evening air. He must have been chaste for a long time as he came in bucketfuls, filling my mouth, my throat and my little hungry girlie belly with his delicious nectar. His Mistress, Lexxi clapped her hands in delight and laying those sweet hands on a riding crop, so thoughtfully provided by Erica, encouraged us to Round Two. How delightful it was to reacquaint myself with his delicious organ of pleasure. As I knelt in supplication, performing my oral administrations to his deliciousness, I silently thanked George for his heavenly machinations in providing me with such heights of pleasure. Seana came for the second time, on this occasion all across my face. I left Enclitical wearing it like a badge of honour straight to the arms of my Goddess, who putting me safely into the boot of Ms. Cathy's jeep, carried me home, to sleep.

Thank you for the courtesy of reading this. Comments and suggestions always welcome.