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  Missy - The making of a Mistress

"But why do we have to go to church? I'm so tired of it! It's so boring." Missy complained to her mother. Her mother just went about her business, openly ignoring Missy and her protests.
"Yeah, just go right on and ignore me but I have news for you, I'm not going."
Missy's mother yelled up to her brother for him to hurry up and then she stood in the door way. Her patience obviously gone, she swung her pocket book up over her shoulder and looked at her watch. Missy stood her ground defiantly and stared back at her mother. Missy's brother bounded down the stairs and out the door, not even noticing the drama. Missy walked over to the couch and sat down, picked up a newspaper and pretended to read. It was a silly display of defiance, especially since she never, ever read the newspaper.
"Missy Anne, get your tail up off that couch and into this car or you will be reading your obituary in that newspaper!"
Missy didn't move.
"FINE! Then stay here and do whatever you want! I honestly don't have time for this crap!" There was a long pause but Missy's mother didn't move from the doorway, knowing that Missy would come if she just waited her out. Missy got up from the couch and went to the door, her mother let out a deep, heavy sigh as she passed through the door.

On the way Missy sulked in the back seat, her brother sang annoyingly along with the radio. Lately he had started to pretend that he was some kind of Gangsta rapper and he made the motions and mimicked the attitude he had gotten from watching MTV. Missy rolled her eyes and crossed her arms and moved as far away from him as possible. When they all arrived at church it was the same routine as it always was; talk, pretend to be nice, stand, kneel and sing. Missy felt the rage inside her rise with each song and each movement. She wanted nothing more than to be outside of this building and outside away from all these hypocrites. They all had the same routine as her parents, they sinned all month and then came to church, confessed to the Priest, got punished by God and then they were forgiven. Over and over and over,the same every month.
Missy surprised her mother by telling her she wanted to go to confession. Her mother smiled and then looked at Missy nervously. After all what could her daughter have possibly done in only a few weeks? But her mother was also happy that Missy wanted to get involved in something church related, so she let her go.
Missy waited and waited...then she entered the small room. The Priests had started to do confession in an open room now, face to face. It was part of a new order sent down by the Pope, mother church trying to be a little more hip. Missy was nervous, more nervous than she had ever been in her life. The older Priest smiled at her and asked her to sit down...in a chair. Missy hadn't expected the face to face aspect and she hadn't expected to not be kneeling, somehow kneeling and looking at the floor would have made this so much easier. But she made her way across the small room that used to be a dressing room for the Priest, and then she sat in the chair. She adjusted her skirt and closed her legs tightly and instinctively pulled her sweater over her large breasts in an effort to hide them. She never took her eyes off the Priest and she noticed that he never took his eyes off her breasts.
Typical.
"Forgive me Father for..."
"Wait, darling," the Priest said, cutting her off and taking hold of her hand. Missy pulled away from his grip and put her hands back in her lap, pushing down on her skirt. "Let's just talk, you and me."
Missy felt her anger start to rise. "What the hell is this GOD? What kind of cruel trick are you playing on me?" she thought but she said, "So...w..what do we do?"
"Just tell me what sins you have committed and we will go from there."
Missy was confused, this wasn't the script, this wasn't supposed to happen. She felt the tears start to sting her eyes and the Priest looked at her nervously. She could see that he was as uncomfortable with this new way as she was. Then he said, "But if you would prefer that we do things like before...we can."
"Yes! I would prefer that. I need that." Missy exclaimed relieved.

A few moments later they were back in the little room, merciful darkness surrounded her and a cold mesh screen separated her from the man on the other side. Thank GOD!
"Forgive me lord...for I have sinned. It has been ummm...a few weeks since my last confession."
Missy didn't wait for the Priest to respond..she wasn't here to talk to the Priest, she was here to talk to God. "Lord, I know you understand me...I know you know what I'm going through. I can't help myself."
"The good lord understands and HE forgives. What can't you help doing?" The Priest said, sounding much more sure of himself, much more... commanding.
"All I can think about is ... all I can think about is how badly I want to see her again. I want you to punish me lord, I want you to make this punishment a good one Lord, because if you don't then I'm going to do something that I will regret."
"The Lord doesn't punish the wicked here on earth. If you have sinned and you come before the Lord to ask forgiveness..."
"But I need punishment now! I need to feel like I have been forgiven, I need to feel ... I need to know that I won't do this again. I...I touch myself all the time Lord. I...can't help it." She paused, waiting for the Priest to say something...there was nothing. Missy took this as a sign and she felt a new strength rise within her, "Just this morning I couldn't help it. I lay there in bed and I felt myself getting excited at just the thought of doing these things. I wanted to feel them, and touch them and ... see! I'm getting excited now just thinking about it! I'm so horrible Lord, I'm a horrible person."
"W..what things did you want to do? Fornication is a sin..."
"No Father, not fornication...I am a virgin." She felt her face flush at the mention of her own virginity, a closely guarded secret.
"I...I don't want to...I mean I'm not after for..fornication, father."
"Then..what exactly is it...you want to do?"
"I...I don't really know. All kinds of things. But I know it's wrong but I just can't stop myself."
"Missy" The Priest said and she felt her heart stop at the mention of her name. Anger welled up inside her, she didn't want him to call her by her name! What was wrong with this guy! She didn't respond, she only sat frozen, her mind screaming to run, her body refusing to move.
"I want you to come by and talk with me some more. I know that you want the Lord to forgive you and he does, but I want you to know that the church is here to help in other ways. Will you let me talk to your mother..."
"What!? God No!"
"Not to tell her things you have told me, just to make sure she understands that I want to talk with you more. She doesn't need to know why."
"I...I guess so." Missy didn't know what else to say! She just wanted to run, to get away. She thought telling him what he wanted to hear would be better than saying no.
"Good, I'll see you then."

A few days later Missy found herself walking up the path to the little house on the side, the little house that the Priest lived in. Missy's mother had tried every subtle way she knew to ask why she was going to see the Priest like this, but Missy said nothing. She knocked on the door and she waited while her mother and the Priest exchanged conversation and then she went into the small living room. After a few minutes her mother left and she was alone with the Priest.
"Would you like something to drink?"
"Nope." Missy said, holding her head down and trying to hide.
"Well, why don't we start by finding out about your school. How do you like it there?"
"Is this like some kind of therapy session or something?"
"I'm just trying to get to know you. But if you would prefer we go right into..."
"Yes, I don't want to do small talk...I want to know if anything can help me."
The Priest cut off a few lights and Missy pulled her sweater over her breasts, not looking up at the Priest.
"Then why don't you tell me about your problem."
"I...I don't know." Missy said wishing she had never come here.
"Well you say you are tempted to sin. What kind of sin?"
"yes."
"Then what are you tempted to do."
"things."
"What kind of things?"
"I don't know."
"Listen, I can't help you if you don't talk to me. Just tell me what you feel comfortable telling me."
Missy wasn't sure but she could swear that the priest sounded...annoyed, like he wanted her to hurry up. She started to get scared.
"Well, I went to this party and there was stuff going on..." She looked up at the priest embarrassed.
"Yes, what kind of stuff? Drugs?"
"Probably, but more than that.." And Missy told him everything. When she was finished the Priest didn't tell her she was evil or forgiven or anything, he just told her that he wanted to see her next week.
She said, "Ok."

That weekend she didn't see anyone, or do anything with anyone. It wasn't that much different than any other weekend. Only now she spent alot of time thinking about what was going to happen. She felt like maybe she might get over this, maybe God was going to forgive her and take all her desires away. Of course he hadn't done it yet. In fact she lay in bed, her legs spread wide and her finger still deep inside her wet pussy. She lay there wondering if God was looking down and hating her? But if he was, then she decided he was just going to have to watch because she as about to cum.
And she did, and it was wonderful.
But of course she hated herself after. Of course.

"So when you masturbate, you think of doing things to people?"
"Yes, all kinds of things."
"Like what?" The Priest asked. Missy had forgotten about if this was weird or not, it just felt so good to finally be able to tell someone about this and the priest was so calm, so attentive. Missy kept her eyes down on the floor and spoke softly, "Like make them play with themselves."
"Hmmm...go on."
"Ummm...like I want to watch them and then when they get close to...well... you know?"
"It's important that you tell me everything. When they get close to what?"
"Really?" Missy asked. She was surprised that he wanted so much detail."Well right now I keep finding myself wanting to torture this little geek...um...I mean kid that I know, he is always coming around and wanting to watch me and wanting me to undress for him..."
"Do you ever do it?"
"No way!" Then Missy felt like God would only punish her for lying and she said, "Well... I did a couple of times."
"Tell me about them."
Missy tried to see the Priest's face but he had turned off most of the lights and the lamp on the table between them made it hard for her to get a clear look at the Priest. She decided it was better that way, better that he couldn't look at her when she talked about her dirty little secrets.
"Well the first time was when I was like 12 or so but I didn't do that on purpose!"
"Of course you didn't, tell me about it and be sure to tell me everything. God knows all."
"Well...I was changing in my room and Jeffrey and his parents were over and he snuck up to my room to watch me undress. At first I didn't know he was there, but then I saw him. I wanted to kick his..umm.. I wanted...Well you know?" Missy listened but he didn't say anything so she went on, "but instead I just went ahead and undressed."
"What did he do?"
"Um, I don't know. He watched or jacked...um I mean masturbated or something. I don't know."
"How did that make you feel?"
"It made me angry, it made me want to take that little thing and pull it off! But...this is gonna sound weird." Missy said uncomfortably.
"Yes?"
"Well, it made me excited too. Like it made me want to see him and...well you know? Wait, that's stupid, of course you don't know." Missy said kicking herself for suggesting that a priest knew about sex.
" I know what you mean."
Missy's eyes got wide with shock but she thought, 'maybe he just means he understands. After all, he is a priest.'
"Yeah, well the second time was when I made him dress up in my mother's clothing."
"Why did you do that?"
"I don't know. Cause the little creep acts like a little girl, I just thought he should look like one too."
"Did he masturbate this time?"
"Ummm..well sort of."
At first Missy wasn't sure she was hearing things right but then she was sure that the Priest was breathing heavy! She looked up and saw that he had his hand down his pants! There was a brief moment where she just couldn't believe what she was seeing and then she stood up, shocked!
"Wait, Ummm...Where are you going Missy?" The Priest said.
"What the hell are you doing!?" Missy said. She turned in a panic, almost forgetting where the door is.
"Missy come back here, I want to talk to you." His voice was calm and gentle, not at all like she expected it to be. She, on the other hand,was about to loose it! She turned around and half expected to see him standing there with his pants down. She was relieved to see that he was still sitting and that his hands weren't doing anything. For a moment she thought maybe she just imagined it!
"Just come back over here for a moment and let me explain."
"Explain?" her voice sounded very small, very afraid.
"Just come back over here Missy. It's ok, we are friends."
She walked back over and then he spread his legs a little and said,"What is wrong Missy, you know I'm not going to hurt you, right?"
'I...I..." But she was frozen, her fear over powering her and locking her feet in place. He stood up and and she saw that his penis was still out, it had just been hidden in the folds of his pants. She looked at it and then at him and she couldn't move.
"You and I are friends aren't we Missy? You know that friends should make each other happy, right? Don't you want to make me...and yourself happy."
Missy watched as his cock started to rise and he moved a step closer and started to whisper, "I only want to do what you want. Sometimes we need a friend that can care for us. Isn't that what you need? You need me just as much as I need you. Come here and let me touch you...my...sweet innocent virgin."
If he thought he was turning her on, he wasn't. Missy was disgusted by him and she hated his cheesy lines and she thought he sounded like an idiot. But he was lost in his own world and Missy tried to will herself to move. But she felt like she was locked in a bad nightmare and she just wanted to scream or hit him or something, ANYTHING!
"Look at you, so beautiful and pure and innocent. Why do you try to cover up all your natural beauty?"
His hand came up and touched her cheek and Missy just froze, her eyes were wide and locked on his old, wrinkled face. Then his cock touched her leg! That was all it took! As soon as she felt it brush up against her, the fear was broken and instantly replaced by a rage she had never known. Something inside her snapped. It was just like something broke, almost like she could feel it break and then...
"Yeah...you would like that wouldn't you? You'd like to watch me undress wouldn't you? So you could peek through my door and jack off?"
"Oh come now little Missy, let your good Father show you what good friends do. Don't..."
"Listen you sick old man! What the hell do I look like? I'm not some little kid you can scare into doing sick shit with you! I'm a woman and you are going to treat me like a woman! Now sit your scanky ass down! NOW!"
"W..What?"
"You heard me! Sit down!"
"Listen...Missy, I don't think you are being a good girl anymore. I think..."
"What do you think I am? I'm not some little 10 year old that you can talk into screwing you! Sit your stupid white ass down there or tomorrow you will find your child rapin' ass in court! I'm in charge now and if you want to wake up with a dick tomorrow, you better sit your stupid old fart of an ass down!"
He started to buckle his pants up quickly and a look of actual fear came over his face. Fear!! Missy felt the power surge up from somewhere,somewhere deep inside her and it wasn't anger that drove her anymore, it was...
POWER!
"What are you doing? Just what the hell are you doing little shit!?"
"This is over,Ummm... I think you need to go home little.."
"Don't you little girl me! I'm a woman! I'm more woman than you'll ever know you fucking sick child molesting son of a bitch!! Now sit your stupid ass down and do what I say!! I suggest you fucking do it now!"
The Priest looked at her angrily but he sat down. Missy felt like she was in a dream, she didn't see a Priest anymore, just a sad pathetic little man that couldn't, probably never had, had a decent sexual experience in his entire life. She put sole of her boot right on his chest and with the heel of her boot digging into him, she pressed him back into the couch. Her foot pressed down hard and she said, "Now stroke it you little worm!"
"What?!"
"You heard me you sick fuck! Stroke it!"
He didn't protest or try to get away, he just started to stroke his limp dick and soon he was getting as hard as his old dried up cock would let him get. Her foot pressed down even harder and she could see he was having a hard time breathing but this only made her want to hurt him more.
"You want to touch them, don't you?"
"I...I..."
"Yeah, I saw how you look at them all the time, how you want them. You and every other fucking sicko, but you can't have them. All you can do is lay there and stroke your pathetic little cock. "
The old priest's free hand moved up slowly, then he tried to reach for her breast. His eyes were hungry and his hand was shaking.
"Did I tell you that you could touch me! Don't you ever touch me!" Missy quickly slapped his hand away and then she pushed off his chest with her foot and stood in front of him, hands on her hips, a scowl on her face.
"I'm sorry." He wimpered weakly.
"Yes, you are! You are a sorry little man! Keep beating it you little pervert!"
Missy turned and saw the lights from her mother's car coming up the drive. She turned back around and the Priest was trying to pull up his pants. Missy felt a rage swell up within her and she ran over to the priest and yelled, "What are you doing!!"
"What are YOU doing? We have to stop, I don't know what your problem is and I don't think I can help you. Maybe we can both just forget this happened?"
"You are sick and I hope you rot in hell you fuck! Just remember that if I ever see you even looking at another kid, I'll go to the police and tell them everything. If I were you I would quit being a priest and quit everything, go get some therapy you sick fuck!"
Missy walked silently back to the car. The priest slammed the door behind her. Missy's mother ran over concerned and when she saw the look on her daughter's face she knew she best just not say anything.
Finally after several minutes her mother couldn't take it anymore, she looked at Missy in the rear view mirror and asked, "Sweety? Are you going to go back and see the good Father again?"
"No Mom, I don't think so."
"But...but are you ok?"
"Actually, I've never felt better in my life."
"So he helped then?"
"Oh yes, I think I understand everything now."
"So what now?"
"Oh...I have plans." Missy smiled and her mother felt anything but good about this. Missy wasn't the same and maybe never would be again.

On to Part 9: Missy starts to change