Unspoken Pleasure (erotica)

Ashley and I brought each other off in my bedroom in a lengthy, sweet, sixty-nine before I reminded her, "We need to do our faces and hair for tonight and go talk with Mistress Megan." Ashley said, "I find it weird that you have an adult Mistress."

"Without her we wouldn't have ever gotten to know each other," I smiled, kissing her affectionately. And she's no Karen, she's always a benign dominatrix even when she seems cruel. Smart, too!" "I hope so," she nodded. "And maybe she can help us with this Karen problem."

"I hope so too," I nodded.

So we did a rush job of fixing and primping each other up, giggling and acting like little girl besties, not worrying about how we were dressed since I knew suitable clothing would be provided. Twenty minutes later we knocked on Megan's door with a mixture of trepidation and excitement.

Part of me knew I couldn't let Karen control me with such carelessness, and yet another part of me was addicted to my utter submission and mindless following under her control. After all, she was the one who had transformed me from a nerdy wallflower into a popular, sexy cheerleader. (Of course with a major assist from Mistress Megan.)

On another note, I was undoubtedly falling ever more deeply in love with Ashley. I wanted to be with her and be her girlfriend... Yet I also needed to be the submissive I naturally was... and in spite of her ferocious protection of me today, I was sure Ashley couldn't play the dominant I craved. That just wasn't who she was.

These conflicting and confusing thoughts were ricocheting around in my head as Megan opened the door.

"Speak of the devil," she smiled.

"Can we talk?" I asked.

"Yes, we need to," she nodded, as she glanced down and saw I was holding Ashley's hand.

"And you must be Ashley," Megan greeted.

"How would you know that, Mistress? I haven't told you about her yet."

"Your Mom did; it was part of our pillow talk last night. Ashley, Jenny's mother wants you to know you'd better be good to her daughter. You've captured her heart and you need to cherish it."

"I promise, ma'am," Ashley nodded, nervous in the presence of my original Mistress, but giving my hand a hard squeeze.

"Please come in," Megan welcomed.

We did and I was surprised when little Max didn't come running. I asked, "Where's Max?"

"I needed him to be with your mother," she answered, telling me something was going on. "Let's go into the living room and talk."

"Yes, Mistress," I said, wanting to make it clear I was still her pet.

As we walked into the living room, I was shocked to see Karen sitting there sipping on a Slurpee.

"Hi, my slut," Karen purred with a wicked smile.

"You bitch!" Ashley growled, snapping into her own bitch mode, stepping protectively in front of me, which I found sexy and comforting. I loved having someone who cared about me that much! Mistress Megan spoke up in a firm, no-nonsense tone, "Ladies! There will be none of this silly high school power trip drama in my home. Is that clear?"

Both Karen and I responded simultaneously, "Yes, Mistress."

I squeezed Ashley's elbow with intent and she apologized, "Sorry ma'am. That was disrespectful of me to say in your home."

Megan nodded, "It's okay, you're upset and I know why, but don't let it happen again."

"Yes, ma'am," Ashley nodded, nervous in front of Megan, who just oozed an authoritative persona that demanded respect... even though it was disguised by an urbanity that was hard to explain. "And no more of this ma'am stuff," Mistress Megan continued, "it makes me feel old. Please call me Megan."

"Okay, Megan," Ashley agreed, relaxing slightly.

"Please be seated," Mistress Megan said graciously, as if she had invited us in for coffee.

We did.

"So Karen tells me we have a problem," she began as she sat down.

"Mistress, it's gotten complicated," I began.

"I understand complicated, and that's what we'll need to sort out," she nodded, before continuing, "now please tell me your version of today." "Um, I..." I wasn't sure what to say.

"May I?" Ashley asked.

"Thank you but no, dear," Megan shook her head. "I'll have some questions for you later, but right now I need to hear everything from Jenny."

I took a deep breath and retold the day, including the call from Governor Greene, the conflict with Sabrina, the humiliation that included Miss Morgan and the tug-of-war over me between Ashley and Karen. Once I was done, Megan asked, as if she were a psychiatrist, "And how does all this make you feel, my dear?"

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"Confused," I admitted.

"Why?" she asked.

"Because I'm conflicted," I admitted.

Ashley interjected, "Jenny wants Karen and the others to leave her alone!"

"Is that true?" Megan asked.

"I don't know," I admitted.

"What?! What do you mean?" Ashley asked, surprised.

I felt bad at not being able just to say yes, I loved Ashley and that's what mattered. But as I looked at Karen, who had been my first female fantasy and the dominant, influential girl who had taken me under her wing, I was confused again. Megan, able to read my confusion said, "Well, I see a couple of problems and a few possible resolutions."

We all looked at her as if she were the messiah who could solve all our problems.

Megan began by turning to Karen, "First, you. You were careless with your pet. Forcing her onto her teacher and then domming her with the other cheerleaders is not going to build trust. That takes time."

Karen's usually confident aura faded as she whispered, "Yes, Mistress."

"You need to understand your pet's needs because they are just as important, if not more important, than your own," Megan continued. "A good Mistress nurtures and provides a safe environment for her subs to satisfy their needs, even if those needs include being humiliated."

"I understand," Karen nodded.

"Do you?" Megan asked. "Tell me what Jenny needs."

Karen studied me as if the answer were written on my face.

Ironically, I couldn't have answered that question to save my life! I was more confused now than I'd been back when I was still puzzling over my sexuality before Megan had awakened my submissive side.

Megan had left a deliberately pregnant pause for Karen to struggle for a sensible answer before breaking it with, "Don't worry for now, it's an unfair question. Our sweet Jenny herself doesn't even know what she wants. But as a Mistress, your duty and your brilliance as you develop it, is to help her discover what she wants, and more importantly what she needs."

"How do you do that?" Karen asked, curious to know.

"It takes time, understanding and experience," Megan said. "And you are still very young."

Planning your weekend reading? Ensure you're on 000005s.org for uninterrupted enjoyment. The next chapter is just a click away, exclusively available on our site. Happy reading! "Okay," Karen said, looking confused.

"Karen, you have the potential to become a great Mistress, but you're only trying to be a domme," Megan said. "There's a difference?" Karen asked.

"A large one. A domme revels in dominating her subject. The relationship, if it can even be called one, is hierarchical with a clear top and bottom and the hierarchy itself is the only point. Which, by the way, was forever immortalized in the 'Shades of Gray' movies. But that series is hugely flawed since in the end, Christian changes and becomes compassionate. Real life people don't change, not in such basic ways. If there were a part four, it would likely be about him cheating on her. 'The Story of O' is even worse: at the end the sub is given permission to commit suicide, which she then does. It's impossible to argue that the submissive's needs were met."

"The Story of O was way before my time, but those Grey books were terrible," Ashley chipped in.

"Yet you read all three," Megan pointed out.

"Yes," Ashley nodded.

"Because we all want to trust that we can find the happy ending. To justify the crazy belief held by women that we can change men. We can't. Trust me, I've tried. Oh sure, we can get them to put the toilet seat down or learn how a laundry machine works, but those are trivial things. You can't reach inside somebody and change their personality. Anyway, now I'm lecturing. What was my point?"

"Mistress versus domme," I reminded her, by now very curious to know the difference.

"Right, right," Megan laughed. "So a Mistress, on the other hand, cares for her submissive as if she were one of her children. She will reward her when she is good, punish her when she is bad. But the bottom line is that she will always look out for the best interests of her pet. A pet's greatest pleasure comes from pleasing her Mistress. Conversely, the greatest pleasure a Mistress can receive is from watching her submissive obtain what she needs. It's far more than sex, it's an unspoken understanding that both Mistress and submissive gain equally, albeit in very different ways. With a domme it's only about sex and power. There is no love, no nurturing, no growth."

"Oh, God," Karen said, mortified by a new interpretation of her treatment of me today.

"Now Karen," Megan continued, "don't be too hard on yourself. Wasn't it Shakespeare who said 'absolute power corrupts absolutely"?"

"In Macbeth," I nodded, like the geek I am.

"Right," Megan nodded. "The point I'm making, although long-winded, is that Karen, you lost your way today. You let your power go to your head. Do you care about Jenny?" "Yes, I do," Karen nodded seriously, surprising me.

"And is sharing her thoughtlessly with a vindictive person like Sabrina a helpful form of discipline?" Megan questioned.

"No," Karen admitted.

"And is blackmailing a teacher into potentially losing her job so you can make a point a responsible thing to do?" Megan continued.

"No," Karen whispered, guilt written all over her face.