Page 15 of In Her Own Way
“Let’s get you down.” Mistress Starr freed Jessica’s nipples from the clamps and then undid the ankle cuffs. “She likes being restrained, doesn’t she?”
“Yes, Ma’am,” Jessica said, having caught her breath somewhat. “It makes me feel ‘not in charge’ anymore.”
“Good. You need that every once in a while.” Mistress Starr released both of Jessica’s wrist cuffs and helped her walk back to the couch. She threw a waterproof “love sheet” on the couch, helped Jessica lie down on it, and then covered her with a light sheet.
“What will she look like this time?” Mistress Starr said.
“A masc. Definitely,” Jessica said, already picturing a fictitious masculine woman who would help her orgasm as soon as Mistress Starr left the room for a while.
“Tall?”
“Of course,” Jessica said. “Muscles. Dominant.”
“Ring the bell there when you’re ready for me to come back.” She pointed to the handheld bell on a side table next to a couple of folded towels.
“Yes, Ma’am. Thank you.”
The moment Jessica heard the door to the private room close behind Mistress Starr, her hands flew to her sore nipplesand tweaked them. She imagined a tall, fit, masculine woman with short hair leaning over her body, twisting her nipples. She moaned out loud. The imagined hands slid down her body to her center. She was so wet. That’s what the masc would say. She dipped in. The masc would unzip her pants and take out the strap-on. Jessica spread her labia, ready to receive. She thrust one middle finger in, imagining it to be her lover’s phallus. One finger became two, working in and out and in again. The middle finger from her other hand circled her already wet clit.
Jessica moaned. She lifted her hips. Her lover rode her hard. The fingers circling and pinching her clit increased their fervor. Jessica lifted her ass off the couch, giving her lover the best angle for penetration. It didn’t take long. Her orgasm came from her toes and rocketed to her sex. She moaned long and hard as she came, her lover continuing her movements with the strap-on. Pulse after pulse hit her; she cried out at each one until they slowed and her lover’s thrusting decelerated and then stopped.
Jessica took a deep breath and let it out in a whoosh. Her legs flopped down on the couch, still spread. She wanted her imaginary lover to see her exposed sex. She closed her eyes and let the feelings swirl around her body.
She knew Mistress Starr was waiting for the bell to come back in, but Jessica needed to take another minute. She was basking in the afterglow her imaginary androgynous masculine lover had bestowed upon her.
A smile lit her face. She felt she could handle the world and all it brought her now. Thank you, Mistress Starr.
Jessica sat up and headed to the sink. She washed up, tossed the towels and the sheet into the hamper, and then got dressed. She rang the bell.
Mistress Starr came back in two beats later. She opened her arms, and Jessica let the Domme hold her. “Thank you, Miss Starr. I feel much better now.”
“You needed this release, love.” She made no move to open the door to let Jessica out, as was their custom. Instead, she said, “It’ll happen, hun. We got you out of your head tonight. Find a way to keep the peace we created here. Meditation?”
“I’ve been thinking about that, actually.”
“Good. Make friends. They have these meet-up groups. Go bird watching or crochet doilies with other people.”
Jessica laughed. “Doilies, Ma’am?”
“Just a thought,” Mistress Starr said and released Jessica. She latched onto Jessica’s chin again, this time gently, and said, “Make friends. Go sit in a coffee shop and grade papers. Absorb other people’s energy, but only if it’s good energy.”
Jessica thought about the good energy she felt from Miss Marta, her submissive, and their other friends. “OMG, Miss Starr. I almost forgot. Mistress Rikki is outside in the common area and told me to tell you hello.”
“Aww, she’s here? Love that girl.” Mistress Starr kissed Jessica’s forehead. “If you’re ever in the Denton Heights area, Rikki owns a coffee shop up there. That could be a first step.”
Already, plans were swirling in Jessica’s head. She could go there tomorrow and grade papers. Maybe bring in takeout, have coffee, and read subject-predicate worksheets.
“I see that smile,” Mistress Starr said. “Do you have all your things?” She looked toward the couch.
“Yes, Ma’am.” Jessica opened her shoulder bag and pulled out a small envelope with Mistress Starr’s tip. She handed it to her. “Thank you for helping me, Ma’am. I love what we do here.”
“I love it, too. Truly.”
Jessica opened the door as Mistress Starr said, “Until next time, my love.”
“Bye, Ma’am.” Jessica headed out the door without looking back. She hoped the $100 tip inside the envelope would help convey how much Jessica appreciated Mistress Starr’s expertise and caring dominance. She typically left twenty dollars, but Jessica knew it was going to take a bit extra this session.
She headed back to the common room, hoping to find Miss Marta and her friends, maybe tell Mistress Rikki that Mistress Starr was going to come out and find her to say hello, but they were nowhere to be found. Oh, that’s right. They were going to the wax demonstration. Should she pop in?
