Pathways to Submission: Sally
Copyright© 2023 by Rachael Jane
Chapter 29: Family Shadows
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 29: Family Shadows - Sally is a young woman looking for a new job. A chance meeting on a crowded bus introduces her to Penelope, a professional dominatrix. Penelope needs an assistant, and although Sally is naturally submissive and not ideal what Penelope wants, she asks Sally to call her. Sally is soon in Penelope's thrall.
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Fa/Fa Consensual Reluctant Slavery Lesbian Heterosexual Fiction DomSub FemaleDom Humiliation Light Bond Interracial Masturbation Oral Sex Sex Toys Illustrated
I return to Mistress Penelope’s apartment. I’m already wearing my vinyl maid’s uniform, so there’s no need for me to change. I kneel on the floor facing Mistress Penelope, who is occupied with something on her tablet. Her phone buzzes while I wait. The moment she glances at the screen her posture stiffens. I feel the shift immediately ... like the air freezes around her.
She exhales through her nose, a sound that’s almost a scoff. “Of course,” she mutters.
I risk asking a question. “Everything okay, Mistress?”
She doesn’t answer right away. Instead she sets her phone down with a little more force than necessary and looks at me ... or through me. Her expression is unreadable ... a cross between irritation, resignation, and something softer underneath.
“My father wants a family meeting,” she says.
I blink. “A meeting, Mistress?”
“Yes.” She picks up her phone and tucks it into her pocket.
“He says it’s ‘important.’ Which usually means Rose and Michael have been complaining about me again.”
I know those names well enough by now. Mistress Penelope’s siblings ... both successful, polished, and endlessly critical. They’ve never hidden their disdain for Mistress Penelope’s occupation, treating it like a sleazy hobby rather than a business she built from the ground up.
“Do you have to go, Mistress?” I ask.
Mistress Penelope gives me a look that’s half amusement, half bitterness.
“When my father summons us, we go. It’s always been that way.”
I nod, unsure what to say. I’ve seen Mistress Penelope handle difficult clients, but nothing unsettles her like her family. It’s strange, seeing her like this. Vulnerable isn’t the right word to describe it, but something close to it.
She turns away, grabbing her water bottle. “They’ll want to talk about the dungeon. They always do.”
I hesitate, then speak softly. “You’ve been doing really well lately, Mistress. The new clients, the article that T wrote ... maybe they’ll see that.”
Mistress Penelope snorts. “They don’t want to know about anything that doesn’t fit with their preconceived ideas. The dungeon makes a comfortable profit, but it isn’t in the same league as the money the rest of my family earn. That alone makes me inferior in their eyes.”
“Do you want me to come with you, Mistress?” I ask. “For moral support.”
She looks at me sharply, surprised. “You’d do that?”
“Yes, Mistress,” I say. “If you want me there.”
Her expression softens ... just a fraction, but enough that I feel it. “Maybe,” she says. “I’ll think about it.”
I text Freya to apologise for being unable to return to her apartment tonight, but add a promise to make it up to her. There are times when our three-way relationship seems impossible to coordinate, and yet somehow we manage.
Later that evening, Mistress Penelope and I arrive at her father’s house ... a sprawling mansion in an up-market zone of the city. I’ve visited once before, but I was so nervous that I didn’t pay too much attention to the house. Mistress Penelope walks ahead with her shoulders squared and her chin lifted. I stay close behind, trying not to stare too much at the expensive art on the walls, or the gleaming Italian marble floors.
Rose’s voice reaches us before we even enter the living room.
“ ... I just don’t understand why she insists on wasting her potential,” Rose is saying. “A sex dungeon? Really? She could be doing something meaningful.”
Mistress Penelope stops mid‑step. I nearly bump into her.
Michael responds, his tone dripping with condescension. “She’s always been stubborn. You know how she gets. Once she decides something, she digs in her heels.”
Mistress Penelope’s jaw tightens. I can see the muscles working beneath her skin.
I feel a surge of protectiveness ... unexpected but strong. They’re talking about her like she’s not even a person, just a problem to be solved. I glance at Mistress Penelope, but she doesn’t move. She’s frozen, but she’s clearly listening.
Rose continues, “Father, you need to talk sense into her. She’s wasting her inheritance on this ... this sleazy project.”
Sleazy project! The words hit me like a slap. I can only imagine the effect they have on Mistress Penelope.
Mistress Penelope inhales sharply, then steps forward into the room. I follow a few steps behind with my heart pounding.
Rose and Michael turn toward us, their expressions shifting into polite masks. Penelope’s father sits in an armchair, watching quietly.
“Penelope,” Rose says, smiling in a way that doesn’t reach her eyes. “We were just talking about you.”
“Yes, I heard,” Penelope replies, voice cool.
Michael clears his throat. “We’re concerned. That’s all.”
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