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herself.”
“Good.” Amelia nodded approvingly. “Make sure next time to observe all angles before commenting so personally on another be it in the lifestyle or otherwise.”
“Yes, Amelia.” Jenna replied obediently, and the corners of Amelia’s mouth twitched up, laughter shining through her eyes.
“So,” She continued, her voice much warmer as she turned to stare around the shop once more. “What do you think Henry would punish you with?”
“Belt or riding crop, most likely.”
“Really? Not so much sensory play?”
“Only if he wants to draw out a scene.” Jenna murmured, a heavy sinking feeling settling in the pit of her stomach. “Why? What did he do when he was teaching you?”
“Whatever appealed to the submissive in play; although he would simply refuse play if the submissive was seriously being punished rather than something like this. Regardless, he always had a more deliberate streak. He seemed especially fond of the things that would leave a more vibrant mark. I remember wax and knife play both being firm favourites, although I never saw him with the knives. He had no submissive, and was very conscious of the intimacy in sharing blades.”
Jenna nodded, silent as she glared unseeingly through a collection of plugs. She barely noticed Craig as he passed her, a bag in his hand and his friend close behind him. Once they were gone, Amelia continued as if there had been no pause for Craig’s purchases.
“He is a very good Dominant.” She added. “He does what he feels best for the person that he is with. I know that all Dominants make mistakes, but Henry as never made one in all the time that I have known him.”
“Really?” Jenna asked, her eyes wide in amazement.
“Really.” Amelia confirmed. “If I were prone to such a thing – which I’m not – I would trust him with my life.”
Well that seemed as good a commendation as any, and Jenna left feeling content.
Chapter Seven
Jenna returned to Amelia’s store a mere three days later, following an intriguing conversation with Viola and Aaron; one that opened her eyes even wider to the openness with which Henry and herself could display their relationship if they chose; and yet they had no t discussed such a thing. Henry walked beside her now, head held high as he wandered in public with her, a participant in Viola’s greatest idea.
To be honest, they hadn’t discussed anything that Viola had said at all. All Jenna had told him was the bare bones, the where and the why that were supposed to invite questions and conversation. Instead she had been met with a ready acceptance and other than that a simple silence that showed her that he was not at all suspicious, or curious, about the evening.
He had dressed as he always did for Amelia’s parties , the familiarity of it enough to make her forget that they were not walking towards that long row of houses with the beautifully manicured gardens. That she could not smell the fresh air and flowers and grass. That it was not necessary for her to follow strict protocol rules, as shown by Henry slowing every time that she stepped to walk behind him, a need that only increased as the store drew closer and the intentions grew louder.
Viola greeted them outside, grinning widely as she clapped her hands together with impatience, the door half-open even as the sign in the window read ‘closed’. Dom was washing the windows from the inside, a sheet covering the floor below him as the suds washed down under Amelia’s watchful eye. The outside had already been done, as obvious by the large puddle of damp that trailed off of the curb and into the road, running along the yellow lines to trickle into a drain nearby. It collected there, dripping slowly, drop by drop, under the ground.
It looked like one of Viola’s photos in motion.
“C’mon, c’mon, c’mon.” The girl whined, skipping forwards girlishly to drag them towards the door, behaving as someone far too young to be allowed
“Good.” Amelia nodded approvingly. “Make sure next time to observe all angles before commenting so personally on another be it in the lifestyle or otherwise.”
“Yes, Amelia.” Jenna replied obediently, and the corners of Amelia’s mouth twitched up, laughter shining through her eyes.
“So,” She continued, her voice much warmer as she turned to stare around the shop once more. “What do you think Henry would punish you with?”
“Belt or riding crop, most likely.”
“Really? Not so much sensory play?”
“Only if he wants to draw out a scene.” Jenna murmured, a heavy sinking feeling settling in the pit of her stomach. “Why? What did he do when he was teaching you?”
“Whatever appealed to the submissive in play; although he would simply refuse play if the submissive was seriously being punished rather than something like this. Regardless, he always had a more deliberate streak. He seemed especially fond of the things that would leave a more vibrant mark. I remember wax and knife play both being firm favourites, although I never saw him with the knives. He had no submissive, and was very conscious of the intimacy in sharing blades.”
Jenna nodded, silent as she glared unseeingly through a collection of plugs. She barely noticed Craig as he passed her, a bag in his hand and his friend close behind him. Once they were gone, Amelia continued as if there had been no pause for Craig’s purchases.
“He is a very good Dominant.” She added. “He does what he feels best for the person that he is with. I know that all Dominants make mistakes, but Henry as never made one in all the time that I have known him.”
“Really?” Jenna asked, her eyes wide in amazement.
“Really.” Amelia confirmed. “If I were prone to such a thing – which I’m not – I would trust him with my life.”
Well that seemed as good a commendation as any, and Jenna left feeling content.
Chapter Seven
Jenna returned to Amelia’s store a mere three days later, following an intriguing conversation with Viola and Aaron; one that opened her eyes even wider to the openness with which Henry and herself could display their relationship if they chose; and yet they had no t discussed such a thing. Henry walked beside her now, head held high as he wandered in public with her, a participant in Viola’s greatest idea.
To be honest, they hadn’t discussed anything that Viola had said at all. All Jenna had told him was the bare bones, the where and the why that were supposed to invite questions and conversation. Instead she had been met with a ready acceptance and other than that a simple silence that showed her that he was not at all suspicious, or curious, about the evening.
He had dressed as he always did for Amelia’s parties , the familiarity of it enough to make her forget that they were not walking towards that long row of houses with the beautifully manicured gardens. That she could not smell the fresh air and flowers and grass. That it was not necessary for her to follow strict protocol rules, as shown by Henry slowing every time that she stepped to walk behind him, a need that only increased as the store drew closer and the intentions grew louder.
Viola greeted them outside, grinning widely as she clapped her hands together with impatience, the door half-open even as the sign in the window read ‘closed’. Dom was washing the windows from the inside, a sheet covering the floor below him as the suds washed down under Amelia’s watchful eye. The outside had already been done, as obvious by the large puddle of damp that trailed off of the curb and into the road, running along the yellow lines to trickle into a drain nearby. It collected there, dripping slowly, drop by drop, under the ground.
It looked like one of Viola’s photos in motion.
“C’mon, c’mon, c’mon.” The girl whined, skipping forwards girlishly to drag them towards the door, behaving as someone far too young to be allowed
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