Page 13 of In Her Own Way
Miss Marta then introduced her to her other friends. There was the clear Mommy Domme, Mistress Shasti, and her shylittlenamed Madison. See? Jessica had called it. And then there was the tall, mysterious-looking redhead, Mistress Rikki, and her submissive Bernadette, who stood with a cane, although Madison referred to her as ‘professor’ one time. Jessica would remember the names, of course; it was kind of a teacher thing, but she didn’t have time to interact much beyond the introductions. She was close to her appointment time.
“It was nice meeting you all, but I have to get going. Mistress Starr and I have a ‘date.’”
“Love her,” Mistress Rikki said with genuine affection. “Please tell her Rikki says hello.”
“I will, Ma’am.” Jessica then said her goodbyes to the group.
As she walked away, she heard Shanice ask, “Mama, you broke up with her to get with me? Why? She’s so pretty and nice.”
“She broke up with me, baby,” Miss Marta said.
“Why?”
“To make room for you.”
Jessica’s heart absolutely melted. Aww, that was so sweet. Maybe Miss Marta had been a Mommy Domme all along.
After verifying her appointment with the dungeon master, a hot little stud named Mel, she was let into Mistress Starr’s private room.
“Bella mia,” Starr called out as Jessica entered the well-equipped room. Mistress Starr stayed rooted to her spot with a huge, genuine smile plastered on her face. She opened herarms and closed them once Jessica flew into them. “Missed you, Pumpkin. It’s been a while.”
Reluctantly, Jessica let herself be let go and stepped back. “Yes, Ma’am. I’ve been busy with my new school.”
“I know that’s a stressor for you,” Mistress Starr said. “Come, sit for a minute.” Mistress Starr led her to the couch, where Jessica would finish the session solo once the impact part was complete. Mistress Starr’s tastefully colored blonde hair was pulled off her face and piled on top of her head. How she got it to stay there was a mystery. Mistress Starr’s black bustier, tight leather skirt, and black lace stockings never failed to tingle Jessica in all the right places. Once seated, she pulled Jessica into an embrace. Jessica lay her head on Mistress Starr’s bosom. “How’s it going, love?”
“Going okay,” Jessica said. She didn’t want to go into details. “Love the kids, love my subject, but I’m still trying to figure out where I fit there. And everywhere.”
“First time in a new place is always stressful,” Mistress Starr said and kissed Jessica on the crown of her head. “Do you fit in? Will they like you? Will you be happy there? All of that’s running through your head, isn’t it?”
“Yes,” Jessica said. “All of those things.”
“I checked your wishes on the tablet, dear, and I see the usual impact session. You also checked light humiliation. Do you still want all of that this evening?”
“Yes, Ma’am,” Jessica said, a nervous lump forming in her throat. “I need cleansing, I think.”
“No girlfriend or a regular play partner yet?”
“No, Ma’am. Play partners are, well, you know. When the sex runs out, there’s nothing left. I want more than just sex. I want romance, but when there’s a lot of it, the sex is usually vanilla. And I need more than vanilla.”
“You need something in between, don’t you?” Mistress Starr squeezed her tight. “Someone to get your freak on with and then hold you because they want to and not out of obligation? Someone to nurture you?”
“Do I need a Mommy Domme?” Jessica laughed. That was preposterous.
“Not a chance, doll. You just need a more rounded person, someone mature.”
“Like you?”
Mistress Starr chuckled. “I’m married, my love. All I can suggest is that you get out there, join things, and find friends in the new town you live in.”
“Find friends?”
“Does that sound scary?” Mistress Starr sat up, then stood. She reached her hand down for Jessica to take.
“I’m not sure I can find the time,” Jessica said, standing up. She pulled off her top at Mistress Starr’s unspoken gesture.
Mistress Starr moved fast. She grabbed Jessica’s chin, her eyes flashing. “Make the time.” She flung Jessica’s chin away as if disgusted.
Shoot, maybe shewasdisgusted with her. Maybe she was tired of Jessica’s constant complaining and whining. No, that wasn’t it. The game was on. Jessica was the one who had asked for dominance and humiliation.
