**I apologize for the lack of posts, I got really busy with school and career change and used that as an excuse to stop writing. Maybe I need to be punished for my laziness hehe. But now I'm back and hope to keep providing fun stories for you all! I hope you enjoy :) **
**This is Chapter 3 of my fantisized Self-Realization story! To understand the whole story, please take a scroll through the past 3 chapters for any of this to make sense. Enjoy!**
Dreams are often thought of as an escape from reality. You close your eyes and enter a world where anything is possible. But dreams typically end when you wake up, well not always...
The sun shined through the curtains on the window. I roll on my side towards the light and slowly open my eyes. The light was bright but felt warm against my face. I rolled on my back and closed my eyes again, wanting to relive the best dream I have ever had. There was a strict mistress who had her way with me and there was spanking and crossdressing and...
I opened my eyes and looked around the room. This was not my bedroom. That was not a dream. I rolled around in bed and saw the strap on sitting on a chair in the corner next to my bag of toys. I pulled the blanket down and saw that I was still wearing my slutty outfit with dried and crusty streams of cum spread all over. I reached down behind me and rubbed my ass, the pain and pleasure I felt last night was replaced with soreness, as I could feel the raised bruises and dried blood from the high impact spots. The area around my asshole was still a bit wet, most likely from all the lube Mistress Kate used to rail me with her cock.
I slowly climbed out of bed and realized my clothes were still out in the living room. I walked by the mirror and noticed that my cock was locked up again. Mistress must have done that after I passed out. I felt slightly panicked, as I had no idea where the key was. Maybe Mistress Kate put it back in my jeans, I hope.
The door was slightly ajar, so I opened it fully and slowly walked down the hallway. The sun was beating through the living room windows, I could tell it was still early morning. I looked around and the room was empty. Everything was still and peaceful, except for the sound of a coffee machine coming from the kitchen. I made my way over to the door and slowly pushed it open. There stood Mistress Kate, dressed in regular lounge clothing, a baggy t-shirt and sweatpants. She didn't notice me until I pushed the door more and the hinge creaked. She peered over and greeted me with a smile.
"Good morning sweetie, how did you sleep? she asked.
"I uhh, I slept good. I thought this was all a dream. I was expecting to wake up in my own bed,"
"Well lucky for you, this is not a dream and you're here with me. Do you drink coffee?"
"Yeah I'll take some, thank you," I said, sitting down on a stool at the kitchen island.
"Do you take your coffee like you enjoy a cock, black?" she said teasingly with the biggest smile on her face.
I started to laugh. "No, I do like a little cream and sugar though,"
She laughed again. "Well if you wanted cream you produced enough last night." She hands me a bottle of creamer and some sugar.
"Thank you again, Mistress Kate,"
"Oh please, just call me Kate now, we're not in a session right now," she said.
"Okay, well, thank you Kate. This isn't a trick to punish me again, is it?" I asked, chuckling but a little concerned at the same time.
She laughed. "Oh no hunny. I take aftercare very seriously and I want you to be comfortable. Notice how I'm calling you sweetie and hunny, not slut and bitch, although you're still dressed for it," she winked again and went back to pouring herself a cup. She sits down across from me. "So do you want to talk about last night?
"Thank you so much Kate for last night. I came here with some unsure thoughts and fantasies but never realized the extent that this would go. I really loved every minute of it." I said, taking a sip.
"I'm so glad you liked it. I hope you don't mind me asking, but after I got you all dressed up, I saw you were on the verge of tears. Were you okay? I wanted to ask but you didn't say anything against it and I thought it was best to stay in character," Kate said, looking at me with a concerned look on her face.
I looked down at my coffee and swirled it a little.
"I don't like to talk about it a lot, but after last night, I'd say we're pretty close," I chuckle to myself. "I....have been an introvert my entire life. I would have very bad social anxiety which prevented me from having many friends. And those friends I did have eventually left to carry out their own lives. It got really bad during my school age years, especially during high school. I fell into a very depressive state and hated everything about myself, including the way I looked. That's also why I've never had a girlfriend or even anyone close to that. That's when I started getting the idea of crossdressing. So that's why when I saw myself in the mirror for the first time, I no longer saw that depressed boy who hated himself, but a new and happy boy who is bringing out his femininity," I paused and took another sip.
"Wow, I'm sorry I had no idea. Sounds like you had a rough childhood. I could tell you were very nervous in the shop when you came in," Kate said.