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“Okay good or okay, could be better?” Kate probed. “And why?”
“Could be better. Umm, why? I heard some disturbingthings at work. People talked bad things about the café, and I didn’t really get it. It doesn’t seem a big problem, but altogether it did take away the fun for me today. And then my aunt and uncle…”
“What about them?” Kate inquired.
“He is not doing well. My uncle is sick. My aunt isn’t getting any younger. I’m afraid she can’t handle it, and my time here is limited…” She had considered staying longer but only had a six-month visa. Chris stroked her back, and even through the blanket she could feel the calluses on his big warm hand.
Kate inclined her head. “Coping with pain, experiencing pain isn’t a mere physical thing. It’s just as much mental. Maybe even more. The mind rules over the body. When your head is not in the right place, your body can’t endure and doesn’t need the same things it usually can and does. For instance, a runner might do a five-mile course almost effortlessly one day and struggle to finish three or maybe even one mile another. Same runner, same body, different mindset. And I’m not even talking about hormones that can seriously screw up your endurance.”
Her voice grew stern as she continued. “So, don’t think you have to hang on in a scene because you could handle more the last time. You’re lucky you’re with a great Dom who knew when to stop because you were too proud to use your safeword. Remember, you’re not obligated to play just because one of us asks.” With a last hard stare and a firm nod to Chris, Kate headed off to continue her DM duty.
Thank heavens the night was quiet, Kate thought as she helped Jackson by untying Paula’s hands while he held hisspaced-out wife. Other than cleaning and a helping hand, nothing invigorating had crossed her path after what happened with Yvonne. With her mind on her subs, she doubted she would have managed something more strenuous.
With a, “Thank you, Kate,” Jackson carried hismeldaaway. Kate shook her head at the fancy pet name. Jackson had turned out to be a big Tolkien fan and had given Paula an Elvish name because she objected to the term slave. Kate cleaned and stuffed away Jackson’s toys and took care of the rest of the room.
She cast a glance at the beautiful blond couple. Jackson stroked Paula’s arms and shoulders. “You’re so beautiful and giving,melda,” Jackson murmured and kissed his wife on the forehead. “Your submission means so much to me.”
Kate turned back to the spanking bench, and resumed cleaning with slow movements. As a 24/7 TPE Master, Jackson wanted control in all aspects of Paula’s life, and she hadn’t wanted to give it. The way Jackson and Paula had compromised to make their needs fit had been exemplary. Kate could admit to herself she owed the couple for showing her how to work together toward a goal before Chris suggested a ménage. Even with a hiccup like tonight’s scene, their relationship seemed to work wonderfully. Relationship! She was in a relationship with the man who’d haunted her dreams for years and a beautiful giving submissive masochist. Kate smiled brightly and resumed her cleaning with a dash more vigor.
CHAPTER NINETEEN
Yvonne wiggled her butt. She was stark naked except for the cuffs on her wrists and ankles, and a spreader bar held her wide open. Kate had secured the wrist cuffs to the bedpost with chains that clanged ominously every time Yvonne moved. Her feet dangled from the bed, and her ass was on the edge of the mattress—her pussy available for anything Kate wanted to do.
They were alone in the master bedroom. Chris was working overtime on a BlackSmith project and had left again after dinner with a lascivious kiss from them both, a resounding smack on Yvonne’s ass, and a “good luck, angel,” whispered in her ear that had her a bit worried about what Kate had planned.
She wiggled again and strained her neck to see what Kate was doing.
“Getting antsy, angel?”
Her head plopped back on the pillow. “A bit.”
“Who are you addressing, sub?” Kate’s words lashed harder than a whip.
“Mistress!” Yvonne squeaked.
“That slip just cost you the warmup I was preparing.” Kate showed her the suede flogger, and Yvonne pouted. The heavy thudding of the strands was like a massage, and both Kate and Chris were masters with it. Kate leaned in for a kiss and tugged on Yvonne’s bottom lip before pulling back.
Kate smiled and stroked her thumb over the small hurt before she patted Yvonne’s cheek. “For any cramps or discomfort use yellow. Red orappelmake the scene stop, okay?”
Yvonne nodded and let out a shuddering breath.I can do this. Whatever this is.
“Let’s not make you wait any longer or your head might explode.”
Kate pushed a rolling chair between Yvonne’s legs and settled with a box in her hands. She adjusted Yvonne’s position, so her ass was even more over the edge and the chains pulled taut.
“Not too much strain on your arms?”
Yvonne shook her head. “No, Mistress.”
“That’s good, because that’s not where I want tension.”
Kate pressed something sticky on Yvonne’s left butt cheek and repeated the movement on the other side. Next, she lifted the box from beside Yvonne’s hip.
At first, nothing seemed to happen, but then a tickling and prickling sensation had her muscles contracting.
“Electrodes?” Yvonne lifted her head again, but she couldn’t see what Kate was doing.
“Yes, my dear. This is an adjusted TENS device. I wonder if I can make you come without any additional stimulation?”
