Page 2 of In Her Own Way
The woman lifted the jacket off one shoulder and then let Victoria help her remove it the rest of the way. She carefully hung the jacket on a hook near the door.
The woman came back and moaned appreciatively. “That V-neck T fits you like a glove, Ma’am.” She ran both hands over Victoria’s exposed biceps. “And this tattoo. Oh, my God. It’s gorgeous.”
“Thank you.” Victoria rewarded the compliments with a short but meaningful kiss.
“Now,” the woman said when the kiss broke off, “what was your second question?”
“Why are you still dressed?”
The woman burst out laughing. It was a wonderful sound. Victoria reached for the top button of the woman’s black vest, the only article of clothing she wore on top. “May I?”
“Yes, please,” the woman breathed softly, her voice wavering slightly.
Victoria detected a slight hint of nerves. Good. That would work in Victoria’s favor. She kept eye contact as she undid all three buttons, letting the vest open naturally. No bra. Fantastic. She pulled the vest down the woman’s arms and tossed it on a chair. The woman’s breasts were right there for the taking, but Victoria needed to lay a few ground rules first. She pulled the woman close again. Their lips were inches apart.
“You will use your safe words,” Victoria said. “You will also honor my safe words.”
“Yes, Ma’am. Of course.” The woman’s breathing was getting heavier. Good. The mission was proceeding as planned.
The woman could have closed the minuscule gap and started another round of kissing, but she didn’t. That was a good sign. She wanted to be led. She wanted to be told what to do. In short, she wanted to be dominated.
Victoria stepped back, removing all physical contact. She laughed when the woman groaned. “You’ll live.” She headed toward the assorted instruments available. “Get that skirt off and whatever else you have underneath.” She said this without turning around.
“Yes, Ma’am,” came the meek response.
Victoria picked up the flogger and flicked it a couple of times. It had a good weight. It would do. She put the floggerdown and picked up the crop. It was a little shorter than she liked, but whatever. She glanced back at the woman now standing naked, arms folded across her chest.
The slight patches of gray in the woman’s hair gave her a distinguished look, one of authority, actually. Whatever the woman did for a living, she wielded power. Victoria was sure of it. But here in this room, she didn’t. Victoria would make sure she understood that.
“Come here,” Victoria said in full command voice. “Inspection.”
When the woman didn’t move, Victoria got within inches of her face like the drill sergeants from her Army Reserve days. “Arms up. Hands laced behind your head.” The woman did as told. “Elbows out. I despise sloppiness.” Which was kind of true. The woman complied. Victoria stepped back. “Baby, a proper inspection requires me to see everything. Spread those legs. Let me inspect.”
The woman opened her stance so quickly that Victoria had to hide her smile by moving behind the woman.
“Eyes front,” she barked when the woman turned to see what Victoria was doing. The woman snapped her gaze forward. Victoria tapped the crop on the woman’s inner thighs. The scent of her arousal was prominent and quite intoxicating. “Someone’s wet.”
“Yes, Ma’am.” The voice was shaky.
Victoria made her way around the woman’s body, tapping her thighs, ass, and hips. Just taps. Nothing that stung. She circled toward the front and held the crop up with both hands as if handing it to the woman. “Color?”
“Green, Ma’am,” the woman said. “Within limits.”
“Let’s find out what those limits are, shall we?”
Victoria moved quickly as she seared the woman with a steamy kiss full of promises for the next hour. To her credit,the woman didn’t break out of inspection pose. Victoria’s hands did the rest of the inspecting, including a quick dip between the woman’s legs, causing the woman to moan expectantly.
Victoria stepped back. “At ease.” The woman lowered her hands but didn’t close her legs. Victoria pinched one erect nipple with her finger and thumb and pulled her by that nipple toward the small St. Andrews cross. “Face it,” she said and released the nipple. “You can use the cuffs or simply hold on to the chains there.” She pointed to the two options. “Some women get panicky with cuffs when playing with someone new. Trust has yet to be established, so I’m okay either way. But I hope we can establish trust this afternoon.”
The woman didn’t respond verbally but simply moved to the cross and put on one of the Velcro cuffs. She was clearly no stranger to it. Victoria made short work of cuffing the woman’s other wrist. She did not use ankle cuffs. Not this time. Maybe next time, if there was one.
“Not a newbie then?” It was a question.
“Humph,” she said with a laugh. “I’ve been coming here for maybe a year now. But I’m still finding my limits, I think. I’m still figuring out what I want.”
Victoria held back on saying that what the woman wanted might not necessarily be what she needed. Now was not the time for that bit of Domme wisdom.
Instead, Victoria said, “The kidneys, joints, feet, abdomen, face, head, and neck are all excluded from the strokes my crop will bring you.”
