Chapter 4
Jessica
Mocktail in hand, Jessica strolled the common area at Dominique’s.
It was a busy Saturday night at the dungeon, and that was good.
Maybe a wayward Domme would sweep her off her feet and drag her by the hair to one of the private back rooms. Her long hair was fastened loosely behind her neck, perfect for grabbing.
And she’d even spent extra time putting together an outfit to entice someone’s, anyone’s, lustful female gaze.
Her black ruffled skirt paired with the same color leggings matched her sculpting pink-and-lavender floral-print camisole top.
The thin straps dug in a little bit, but once she lost some weight, yeah, right, it wouldn’t be so bad.
She hoped the body-shaping top was keeping her ample midsection in check, and she also hoped the corresponding muffin top of her breasts would draw prospective Dommes’ gaze to her bust and away from her obvious love of donuts and cheeseburgers.
But Dommes appearing to whisk her away wasn’t looking likely so far, and besides, she had that private session with Mistress Starr in another fifteen minutes or so.
Jessica was excited for the session, almost manic about it, and that would never do, so she took a breath and stopped to watch a demonstration.
She sidled up to the cordoned-off area and took in the scene.
The young submissive woman was clearly nervous.
Her older Dom seemed cool as a cucumber.
Oh, sure, he wasn’t the one about to get zapped with a TENS Unit.
And publicly. These were some of Jessica’s hard limits.
No public scenes and no electric anything.
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 Miss Marta’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 a little. And the other one, hiding behind the woman with piercing brown eyes, was a little as 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 her little to 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 play partners, 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.
Miss Marta then introduced her to her other friends.
There was the clear Mommy Domme, Mistress Shasti, and her shy little named 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 her arms 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?”