Pathways to Submission: Sally
Copyright© 2023 by Rachael Jane
Chapter 36: Mistress Penelope’s Offer
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 36: Mistress Penelope’s Offer - 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
A few days later, Mistress Penelope calls me into the living room after I finish clearing away the dishes after dinner. She stands near the window with her arms folded. Her posture is straight, but her expression is softer than it’s been in weeks. The tension that once clung to her like armour seems thinner tonight, eased away by her father’s visit to the dungeon, and the slow thaw with Rose and Michael.
“Sally,” she says, “I’ve made a decision.”
I step closer. “About what, Mistress?”
“Your role. You’ve been doing more than simply being an assistant at work. You’ve been handling client sessions on your own ... some clients even prefer you to take their sessions. You’re ready for a formal title and your own business card.”
My breath catches. “A title, Mistress?”
“Dominatrix,” she says. “We are gaining more clients each month, and it’s time I officially recognised your worth. Several clients want our services at a location of their choice. I want you to take on more responsibility for managing clients at the dungeon, while I attend to those who wish external visits. It will mean reduced maid duties here.”
I blink ... stunned. “Mistress ... I don’t know what to say.”
“Say yes,” she replies, but her voice is gentle, not commanding.
I swallow. “Yes. Of course yes, Mistress.”
“Then perhaps you should stop calling me ‘Mistress’,” she says.
“I’m not sure I’m quite ready to do that, Mistress,” I reply. “I’m like Freya in some respects. I feel happier if I feel someone is in charge of me. I can adopt either a dominant or submissive role when needed, but in my heart, I want to remain in your thrall.”
“As you wish, but that is by your own choice,” says Mistress Penelope. “I don’t want to lose you. But I also don’t want to cage you.”
I swallow hard. “You’re not caging me, Mistress.”
She gives a small sardonic smile. “I was trying to cage you by making you wear the chastity belt. It was selfish of me, and I’m sorry.”
I reach for her hand. She lets me take it.
“You’re important to me, Mistress,” I say. “You always will be. And Freya and I have no problem with the chastity belt. It only adds spice to our relationship. I borrow it sometimes even when you don’t make me wear it.”
She nods, eyes shining. “And Freya is important to you too.”
I exhale. “Yes, Mistress. But in an entirely different way.”
Penelope looks down at our joined hands. “Then maybe ... we can find a way to make space for all of it.”
My chest tightens with relief. “I want that more than anything, Mistress.”
She squeezes my hand. “So do I.”
Before I can speak again, there’s a soft knock at the door. Mistress Penelope stands, opens it, and Freya steps inside, cheeks flushed from the cool night air.
“I didn’t mean to interrupt, Mistress Penelope,” Freya says, hesitating, careful to use the agreed form of address.
Penelope steps aside. “You’re not interrupting, Freya. Come in.”
Freya looks at me, then at Mistress Penelope, uncertain. Mistress Penelope gestures toward the couch.
“Sit,” she says. “We’re talking about the three of us and how we can improve our relationship.”
Freya sits beside me. Mistress Penelope sits on my other side. I’m between them ... physically, emotionally, and symbolically ... and for once it doesn’t feel like a conflict. It feels like a fresh beginning.
The three of us sit in a quiet triangle of lamplight. Mistress Penelope leans back, arms relaxed for once. Freya sits forward, hands clasped in her lap. I sit between them, feeling the warmth of their presence on either side.
Mistress Penelope clears her throat. “Freya, Sally tells me the gallery wants more portraits.”
Freya nods, cheeks pink. “Yes, Mistress. They want a small series. Of Sally.”
Mistress Penelope’s gaze flicks to me. “So Sally said.”
I tense, waiting for a hint of jealousy or irritation. But Mistress Penelope only nods slowly.
“Sally inspires you,” she says.
Freya’s eyes widen. “Yes, Mistress. Very much.”
Mistress Penelope looks at me. “And you inspire her.”
I swallow. “I guess so, Mistress.”
Her voice softens. “That’s good.”
Freya looks stunned. “You ... think so? ... Mistress.”
Mistress Penelope nods. “Sally deserves to be seen. And you see her.”
Freya’s eyes shine as she nods in agreement.
“I’ve been afraid,” admits Mistress Penelope. “Afraid that if Sally grew independent, she’d grow away from me.”
I squeeze her hand gently. “I’m not going anywhere, Mistress.”
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