Page 30 of In Her Own Way
“Oh, God,” Jessica murmured, a slight moan escaping. “Your words to God’s ears.” She wished for Maistresse Marguerite to materialize in the flesh to do just that, but alas, it didn’t happen.
Juicy_Babe:Ma’am
She’d hit send before finishing her thought. She didn’t even know what that thought was; she was so ready to pop.
Maistresse Marguerite: Yes, yes, I know. I’m ready, too. I wrap one hand around your throat and tighten it slightly. You can still get air, but it’s a little restricted. I ram my rod into you, bottoming out every time.
Jessica blew within a few thrusts. Her legs quivered as the ball of release shot from her core out to her limbs. Her pelvis lifted on its own as the dildo slowed its pace. She moaned through more after pulses and finally collapsed spent. She basked in the afterglow for a few moments until she caught her breath.
Juicy_Babe:So good. I blew, Ma’am. Thank you. I’m glad you were online tonight. I wonder if I’ll ever get to meet you.
Maistresse Marguerite didn’t reply right away. Sometimes that happened with online trysts. Someone needed her or, hopefully, she was achieving her own release. Before doubts could creep all the way in, Maistresse Marguerite finally replied.
Maistresse Marguerite: I was on the Richter scale this time. It’s always so good meeting up with you. Glad to hear you are a satisfied customer, too. Remember to wash up and SANITIZE all those toys. You need to replace those wooden clips. Wood holds onto the bacteria. Find a different, safer kind. Look online at a kinky website, not a craft shop.
Maistresse Marguerite: And as to meeting me, well, we’ve talked about this. I’ve been open and honest with you. I have a wife who’s currently at work and, well, our needs are different. I will never meet anyone in person. That is the agreement I have with her. She just doesn’t want me doing this when she’s home. And I also want to remind you that I’m not one of those assholes on this website who lies about their circumstances.
Juicy_Babe: I’m embarrassed for even saying it. I’m flying on endorphins, Ma’am. And, yes, I understand your circumstances. I just wish I knew what you looked like and where you lived. No, no. That all sounds creepy and thirsty. Sorry. I’m just a bit starved for actual physical touch.
Maistresse Marguerite: That’s understandable. My wife and I have different libidos, but I try to make sure we have intimate moments, even with no sex involved. And that’s what I feel I have with you, JB, intimate moments that DO have sex involved.
Juicy_Babe: Thank you for listening and not belittling my neediness.
Maistresse Marguerite: Never,ma cherie. Have patience; the woman of your dreams does exist, but in the meantime, don’t settle for less. And we’ll meet again (online) soon. When we do, be sure to have lots of lube. I saw a juicy little anal plug and a small dildo in your tray of goodies, and that has me planning naughty things.
Juicy_Babe: I’m looking forward to it.
Jessica typed the words and meant them, but that was in the future. In the here and now, she felt herself going into sub drop.
Maistresse Marguerite: Time to end our session. You’ll drink water and have a snack. Probably something sweet, but I remember you have a thing for potato crisps, right?
Jessica laughed. Yes, Maistresse Marguerite did know her kind of well. After they said their goodbyes, Jessica took down the picture of her goodies tray from herKinkspage and cleaned up.
After a shower, she sat on the couch with her potato chips and dip, a bottle of water half gone already. Her tablet lay on her lap, theKinksapp opened. A sweet, familiar sadness spread over her heart. When would she ever have a Domme of her own,in the flesh, one who stayed and didn’t stray, one who would be satisfied with what Jessica had to offer, and one who would satisfy Jessica’s desires? Yeah, well, unfortunately, that person did not exist.
Chapter 9
Victoria
All fifteen cameras were working fine. Victoria leaned back in the security office chair, her feet now up on the desk. Apparently, Erin and Miguel were more vigilant about monitoring the cameras after Victoria mentioned it in the logbook. Erin had even put some electrical tape around camera twelve’s connections to keep the wind or whatever from knocking it loose.
Victoria laced her fingers behind her head and closed her eyes. No, she wasn’t going to take a nap; she was just resting. It was Friday night. She was stuck in this locked, fenced-in storage facility, with nothing to do but make sure the paint didn’t peel. She’d been working out every shift in Kimo’s unit for about two solid weeks now, and tonight was no exception. Her own workout had been quick. She did some cardio with the jump rope, but when she tried to head out, he asked for help spotting him first on the bench press and then with squats. He was a decent guy. He didn’t pry into her life, and she didn’t pry into his. He was, like, in his early twenties, maybe fifteen years her junior, so they were kind of from different generations almost.
But nevertheless, they found common ground in working out. Once she’d escorted him out, she made sure he drove away. She did that every time.
Victoria had gone to the Scarlett Dungeon that afternoon, but Lauren hadn’t shown. Victoria had been disappointed, especially because she’d scripted out the intricate scene Lauren had requested. Victoria even brought in a bag of toys for the scene. The muscle at the door raised an eyebrow after checking the contents of her bag, but Victoria only grinned. And then, after all that, Lauren didn’t show. Maybe she’d gotten cold feet about her fantasy scene. And since they had never exchanged phone numbers and weren’t friends onKinks, Victoria had no way to get in touch with her. She considered picking up another woman; there seemed to be a few eligible singles, but she didn’t. What if Lauren was just running late? Victoria waited a couple of hours and then took herself out to dinner at the nearby Rose’s Diner before going back to Erin’s apartment to change for her stimulating job as a nighttime security officer at Addison’s Storage. Yawn.
The only bright spot at the dungeon had been that Tillman was there again. They talked a little, getting to know each other a bit more. Apparently, like Victoria, Tillman had grown up in the area. Unlike Victoria, Tillman had played every sport she could get her hands on but had really wanted to play football. In elementary school, when Tillman told her mother she wanted to play Pop Warner football, her mother hit the roof, absolutely forbade her from doing so, and made her become a Pop Warner cheerleader, cheering for the teams she had so desperately wanted to play on. Tillman simply shrugged at the memory, but Victoria could tell she was still bothered by it. Tillman was in her early thirties, with elementary school long in the rearview mirror, so the fact that it still bugged her told Victoria there was more to it, but she didn’t pry. She knew parents had a way oftrying to mold you into the vision they had for you. Something her own mother painstakingly tried to do for ten years. And then she left, giving up on both Victoria and Victoria’s father. Whatever.
Victoria grunted. Tillman left after an hour, saying she was heading to Venus Rising and that Victoria should come along. Victoria politely declined. She wasn’t in the mood for people, and she certainly didn’t want to drink before her shift. Tillman’s final words were, “See you here next Friday.”
Victoria had simply nodded, but wasn’t sure she’d be going to Scarlett next week. Getting stood up sucked, so the jury was still out on that one. But then again, maybe she’d give the woman the benefit of the doubt and go one more time, and if she didn’t show, Victoria would simply head to Venus Rising and check it out after all these years. Who knows, maybe Lauren had gotten called in early to cover for one of the other bartenders or something.
A quick glance at the security camera feeds showed nothing out of place, as usual.
The skin on the back of her neck prickled. A flash of urgency hit her core. She sat bolt upright, feet flying off the desk. Her head whipped around to look behind her. There was just the painted cinder block wall. There was no one. Nothing. She walked over to look out the security office windows to the walkway beyond. She listened intently. Nothing. She rubbed the back of her neck. The hairs were still standing up.
“What the hell?” She had learned to trust her spidey senses. Something was off. Was it Kimo? Did he forget something? The two parking-area cameras showed her pickup, but nothing else.
