Page 12 of In Her Own Way
She took a sip of her fruity drink and stifled a laugh. Oh, now that wasn’t true at all, was it? She had quite the collection of vibrators at home, didn’t she? “Hypocrite,” she muttered under her breath. And, of course, the couple doing the demo would use that violet wand sitting so innocently on the side table. Nope.Hard limit for me, Jessica thought, and smoothed down her skirt, not that it needed smoothing. She was just nervous for that poor sub. But then she rethought it. The woman was probably an exhibitionist and loved being on display.
A crowd formed around the couple, probably hoping to get a thrill. The Dom bound his submissive to the St. Andrew’s cross behind her and then placed a TENS unit pad over her nipple.
“I’m out,” Jessica said, not because she was squeamish, but because the placement of the pad near the heart was a big no-no. She wasn’t about to get all up in their business, but for both their sakes, she hoped the woman was going to be okay. The unit was on a low setting, right?
She sipped her drink, checked her watch, and was about to head over to a public session where a woman was caning a male submissive, but then she heard a familiar voice. Her heart soared. Could it be? She whirled around. OMG, it was.
Standing in a group of eight or so people was her ex-play partner, Miss Marta. Should she go over? Or should she just slink away? Yes, she should slink. Miss Marta was clearly busy. And she had a new sub, right? One of those people was probably Jessica’s replacement. No, it was best to back away. Jessica didn’t want to mess anything up for Miss Marta, so she turned away.
“Jessica?” Miss Marta called after her.
Caught. Dang it. She turned. Her face lit up genuinely. She loved her former Domme in her own way. “Miss Marta,” Jessica said, and headed for the group who were all looking at her. “It’s so nice to see you, Ma’am.” One of the younger women was in a wheelchair, and Jessica smiled at her, letting the smile crinkle her eyes.
“Likewise,” Miss Marta said. She made no move to hug Jessica, but Miss Marta wasn’t a hugger anyway. She wasn’t a kisser either, much to Jessica’s disappointment when they first became play partners. But Marta had been an amazing Domme, just not an affectionate one. Nor had she liked to give hard impact. A spanking was about the extent of it. Jessica had needed more and ended the relationship.
“You doing all right?” Miss Marta asked.
“I am, Ma’am,” Jessica said and meant it. “New school. New home. Still single.”
Miss Marta offered a pat on the arm in consolation. “We’re going to the wax demonstration in a few minutes. Are you going to that?”
“No, Ma’am. Not this time.” It did sound interesting, though. If she didn’t have that appointment, she might have gone.
“And whom do we have here?” a stout woman with a fierce expression asked.
“Rowena,” Miss Marta said, “this is Jessica, one of my former play partners.” She turned to Jessica. “This is Mistress Rowena and her submissive Minjung.”
Jessica waited for Mistress Rowena to speak, as was protocol. “It’s nice to meet you, my dear.”
“It’s nice to meet you as well, Ma’am,” Jessica said sounding way too formal to her own ears. “It’s nice to meet some of MissMarta’s people.” She nodded and smiled at the woman named Minjung who returned the gesture.
A tug on her skirt focused Jessica’s attention. “Hi,” Jessica said to the young woman in the wheelchair. She would put cash money on it that this one was alittle. And the other one, hiding behind the woman with piercing brown eyes, was alittleas well.
“I’m also one of Mama’s people,” the twenty-something woman in the wheelchair said. She clutched her fox stuffy tighter.
No fucking way.Jessica did her best not to give away her shock.Miss Marta was a Mommy Domme? Holy shit.
“Is that right, little one?” Jessica said calmly. “And is Miss Marta still so very nice?”
“All the time, except…”
Jessica shot a glance at Marta, who was smirking, waiting for herlittleto finish that sentence.
Jessica leaned down and said, “Whisper it to me.”
The young woman leaned closer, hid her mouth behind both hands, and whispered, “Except when she edges me and then, you know, denies my…”
Jessica burst out laughing. “They all do that. Dommes are so mean when they do that. You’re so right.”
“What did I do?” Marta asked, eyes wide.
“Oh, no, Ma’am,” Jessica said with a chuckle. “Girl code. I’ll never tell.” She twisted an imaginary key over her lips and tossed it behind her. The young woman did the same and then folded her arms.
“I hate getting ganged up on,” Marta said with mock exasperation. She groaned theatrically. “Jessica, please meet Shanice, my domestic partner, girlfriend, and love of my life.”
Ouch,Jessica thought,that didn’t hurt much.Trying not to feel jealous, she realized that she wasn’t. She and Miss Marta hadn’t been right for each other. They had been amicable playpartners, but that was it. She bucked up and put her hand out to Shanice. “So nice to meet you. You caught yourself a good one there.”
“I know,” Shanice said and wiggled in her chair.
