Free Put Me In a Skirt and Hurt Me: The Strictly Lesbian Adventures of Mistress Sophia by A.L. Bryce Page A

calls.
    Willow looked at her cell phone, held it up to her ear again, then sighed and hung up. She’d already left a bunch of messages for Porsche; she was tired of saying the same thing over and over. The last session at Sophia’s had been awesome. It had been exactly what Willow had needed. She knew her place, knew with all her heart that she belonged to Sophia and that the dalliance with Porsche was over. She needed to devote herself to her mistress. She didn’t need the relationship with Porsche, but she desperately needed to be Sophia’s sub. She hoped Porsche would understand. She’d have to, after their last session with Sophia, wouldn’t she? How could she not? And hadn’t Porsche been just as affected as Willow had been? Wouldn’t Porsche be a willing sub to Mistress Sophia now too? Of course, if Willow was being honest with herself, she hoped Porsche wouldn’t be returning to Mistress Sophia’s. She wanted Sophia all to herself. But she wanted to end things with Porsche ... right. She wanted ... well, she wanted Porsche to still like her, as silly as that sounded. She didn’t want bad blood between them. Couldn’t they be friends?
    Besides Porsche still had a $200 belt of hers.
    She dropped her phone in her purse and went back to reading the legal brief in front of her.
     
    Sophia called Tommy.
    “She called.”
    “Who?” Tommy cradled the phone against her ear as she spooned a mouthful of bread pudding into her mouth. “I’m making bread pudding.”
    “Mrs. Pea ... and when you are done laughing ... Tommy ... when you are done ... WHEN YOU ARE DONE LAUGHING…”
    “All right. All right. I…whew, I have control. There’s bread pudding on the ceiling though. So, she called!”
    “Yes, and she wants me to meet her. Tommy, you have to help me. I ... You and I have known each other a long time. What the hell has happened to me? I refuse to let this woman turn me into some horny woozy-ass teenager.”
    “I see.”
    “I mean it, Tommy. What the fuck? You know me. What do you think is going on?”
    “I think the Lady Dominatrix wants a little time off and might want to be that horny out of control teenager, that’s what I think.”
    “No!”
    “No?”
    “No. That’s definitely not it.”
    “Uh huh. Well, I gotta go.”
    “No! Help me!”
    “Well, sweet thing, you asked me my opinion. I gave it to you. You totally discounted it. So ... ”
    “I’m sorry. I just ... do you really think I want to be a SUB? Oh, my God.”
    “Honey, everyone wants to be a dom sometimes and everyone wants to be a sub sometimes. And if not, they should. It’s yin and yang, baby. Now you are totally the Mistress of all domi mistresses. Known in her community. The grand dame. Famous in many ways and for good reason. But everybody has a Sunday, know what I mean? Everyone wants to take a holiday now and then. Your holiday is Mrs. Pea and becoming a total mush ball in front of her. Didn’t you say you were dripping wet from the experience? And for some time afterward? Now I know you, you used to get like that when you had a sub underfoot, but lately ... well, I’ve noticed that it was getting to be a little routine, and you weren’t getting as turned on. Am I right?”
    “Yeeesssss ... yeah, yes. You are right.”
    “So along comes Mrs. Pea and she has some kind of something that makes you quiver. Isn’t that a good thing?”
    “Quivering—yes, that’s good. But the total lack of control? I hate it!”
    “Ha, ha, yeah, baby. You get to experience what your subs do with you. But, do you really hate it? Isn’t it a little enticing, a little exhilarating, to be at the mercy of someone else? To have someone else paying attention to all the details and directing the play? All you have to do is stand there, flooding your panties.”
    “But I LOVE being a top!”
    “Hell, yes! And, Sophia, you are sincerely the best. I’ve heard it from numerous sources. Remember, Mrs. Pea, she’s just a little vacation