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Helen was horny as hell now. Her nipples were hard. Her pussy was wet. She looked down to see Eric was throbbing hard for her. It would be so easy to whip that lovely cock out, and go to town. She suspected Eric wouldn't object too strenuously. But she wasn't there yet. While physically aroused, it didn't feel right. She was still his mother.

His comments made her smile warmly. "I'm glad you like kissing, sweetie. We should do it a bit more... when we feel like it. You know... to keep practicing." She kissed him again, tongue playing hungrily over his.

"I hadn't planned on any more lessons today." Her hand remained on his thigh and she gave his lips a few more softer kisses. "Since we went out for lunch, I thought we could get room service later, if we get hungry. In the meantime, we can relax here." She shifted back on the bed and patted the space next to her. "You can watch a film or play on your phone. I just want to cuddle next to my sweet boy."

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Part of Eric was relieved when it seemed the kissing lessons were over as while he genuinely enjoyed it, making out with his mother still felt decidedly strange. Sure the reasoning still made sense though he got the feeling any outside observers would question it especially given the fact she told Eric that they could practice more another time when they felt like it. He nodded, not really being given much time to answer with words as her tongue worked over his with such skill he was having trouble focusing on anything but that slippery pink muscle and its ability to twist and turn in ways he never imagined. Naturally, his vivid imagination coupled with what she had told him on their 'date' sent a shiver up his spine as she informed him there would be no more lessons that day and they could relax though not before kissing him a few more times to ensure the feel of her lips was burned into his memory.

"Okay, I'll... see what the movie channel has playing then." Her hand was still inches away from the needy throbbing of his cock trapped in his underwear though he knew nothing would happen and it felt strange to want it to with his mother. With some reluctance visible in how his moves seemed stiff, he shifted away from her to retrieve the remote and flicked on the TV to begin browsing the channels while making himself comfortable by taking off his shoes and shuffling back up to the top of the bed to sit upright against the pillows until he found a movie that would at least pass the time until the need for food and sleep arose once again, it also allowed him some time to think about everything that had happened.

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While she had said she wanted to cuddle with Eric, ordinarily that meant leaning against his side a little on the couch at home not what she actually did even if it was the only way that made sense given they were sharing a hotel bed. Then again before that day, he'd not really looked at his mother in that way before and now it was almost impossible not to see her as an incredibly attractive woman to the point that he was having trouble not looking at her sexually. "And you are really hot... uh... pretty, mom." He wasn't sure if it was still practicing or not but he figured it best to be careful given things already seemed weird enough as his mother draped one leg over his and seemed to relax against him.

He took a deep breath, trying to settle down and not think too hard about things as some movie began to play in the background but he could barely focus on it. All he could think about was the warmth of his mother pressed against his side and the fact his cock refused to soften as he remembered the feel of her lips, the way her tongue had teased its way into his mouth and the revelation on the date that she loved giving head. Glancing down at her his eyes disappeared into her cleavage just as she let out a little moan, a sound which sent a needy throb through his erection as he tried to focus on the movie in vain.

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Helen relaxed thoroughly, but she was still aroused. It wasn't a desperate, aching need and as long as she lay like this she was content. Slowly over half an hour or so, she dropped a few soft kisses on his shoulder or snuggled closer still. Her hand on his abdomen was still, with only the tips of two fingers moving to caress him gently. This position let her look down along his body and she could see the big bulge on his crotch; presumably throbbing and aching; relentlessly hard without any notion of subsiding. She felt sorry for him, and figured she would suggest he masturbate.

She wanted to stay close to him a little while longer first, though. Her hand shifted slowly downwards, until it rested on his hips. The tips of those fingers very close to the bulge on his pants. Over several more minutes, they eased closer, until they made contact. One fingertip lightly pressing against the head of his cock through the fabric of his clothes. The finger slid lightly across it, back and forth. There was hardness and heat underneath. And she could hear and feel his breath, how he reacted to this.

She let the finger trace further along the length of the bulge. This wasn't too wrong, right? They were still clothed.

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Eric had hoped that a movie would pull his attention away from his mother for long enough for his arousal to subside, yet he was finding her hard to ignore in any sense of the word. It wasn't just how she was laying along his side either, one leg draped over his and her hand on his stomach just inches away from the throbbing lump beneath his pants. Part of him wondered if it was the wine just making things feel a little strange, though he had only had one glass like her. He opted to just continue trying to ignore it, ignore the heat of her against him, ignore the sight of her cleavage every time he glanced down, ignore the weight of her leg resting across his own in a desperate bit to will his erection to fade.

For a few minutes, he thought it was actually working as he hadn't noticed the subtle shifting of her hand until it was right next to his cock just to one side of it making him acutely aware of just how close she was to actually touching his cock. Then he felt it, one gentle fingertip pressing against the swollen head, shielded by his pants and underwear though he could still feel it as if it was the only thing he could actually perceive. Then she started moving it, just gentle motions back and forth that made him gasp softly, his breath catching in his throat as the sensation sent tingles through his shaft and up his spin and made his body tense up briefly.

What was she doing? Was it just an idle fidget? Maybe she didn't know what she was touching? He felt the fabric of his underwear slip and slide around the head as her finger coaxed him to a drooling hardness, pre-cum making him slick even before her finger slid down the length of him. Part of him wanted to say something, to ask what she was doing to him but then again, it felt so good he wasn't sure if he wanted it to stop, fearing that if he actually spoke it might break the moment or something so he just lay there, pretending to watch the movie playing on the screen as his mother's finger continues to coax twitches and throbs from his cock that felt harder than it ever had in his life.

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After an hour of teasing her son's hard, throbbing cock---for teasing was what it was, in all honesty---there was a rather prominent wet spot around the head of the big shaft. He must have leaked so much precum! While it seemed he liked it, she knew dragging stimulation out for too long could be almost painful. "Sweetie, I think you need to masturbate. You need release." She looked up at him, her own face sensual and motherly at the same time.

"Let's get you out of those." She opened the button on his pants, then slowly pulled down the zipper. This exposed the bulge on his underwear and the big wet spot. She bit her lip. This was so hot. Still, she was determined not to cross any line here. Although, to be fair, she had crossed many other lines this day already. She pulled and tugged at pants and underwear until they were down on his knees. That big cock was fully exposed, just like she had seen it before.

That she loved the look of it was evident on her face. Lips half-parted. Tongue darting out to wet the lips. Eyes glowing with lust and admiration. "Stroke yourself, baby. I'll watch... to make sure everything goes well."

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Any hope of it just being a fleeting touch or an accidental one faded over the course of the longest hour in Eric's life up to that point. He genuinely couldn't recall a point in his life where he had ever been as hard as he was at that moment, much less having been like that for as long as he had. Yet, his mother's finger hadn't relented at all, stroking, rubbing, bumping over the ridge of his glans only covered from her direct touch by the two layers of clothing he had on. Then she threw him a look that he would almost call sensual despite being his mother though her words lent more credence to it as she told him he should probably masturbate, he gave a nod expecting to excuse himself to the bathroom yet it seemed she had other ideas.

"Umm... s-shouldn't I...?" Eric asked clearly angling for the whole notion of him doing that alone but his mother had already tugged down the zipper, popped the button and exposed the swollen shape tenting his underwear with a tell-tale damp spot at the head. Naturally, he blushed deeply as she tugged those down until they were at his knees and he swallowed nervously as much from the look on her face as the fact he found himself once again, cock hard for his mother's gaze. "You... want me to... o-okay."

Sure it was definitely weird though probably only a bit weirder than what had already happened that day. Whether it was the wine or just the generally surreal feeling it all had the way she wet her lips before telling him to stroke so she could make sure he did it right sent a thrill up his spine for some reason. Reaching down, he could feel her eyes following his hand until he gripped around the middle of his erection which made him tense for a moment before he stroked upward. He gasped the moment his fingers nudged against the ridge of his glans and then rippled with a barely audible slick sound over the head of his cock as his fingers bumped over it, he squeezed before tugging downward again as the realization hit him.

He was masturbating in front of his mother... and it felt hot.

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Helen scooted lower on the bed, so her face was closer to the action. She watched intently, seeing him put his hand on the shaft. She admired how it was shaped; the length and girth. The thick veins. The engorged head. The lovely, big balls. The curve. The scent. She leaned in and inhaled deeply. The taste was surely be spectacular, but that would be crossing a line where she wasn't ready to go. "That's good, sweetie. You're so good at this."

Another clear drop of precum at the tip caught her attention for a while, then she momentarily looked up at Eric's face; the lust quite evident on his eyes and the rest of his expression. She smiled and glanced down at her own cleavage. "Want something more to look at, baby?" She tugged at her clothes a little, showing even more of her big breasts; pale orbs showing a faint hint of bluish veins. Then the edge of one areola and finally a full nipple; all erect.

Her eyes were back on his cock. "Good boy. Showing mommie how good you are at stroking your big, beautiful cock."

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When his mother scooted down lower on the bed he wasn't sure if his heart skipped a beat or just outright stopped for a second or two as she was seemingly intent on watching what he was doing very closely. Close enough that he could feel her breathing and that coupled with what she had told him during their 'date' made him worry that he was going to explode after a few tentative strokes. Instead, she just cooed at him telling him he was good at it which made his cock tingle between his fingers as he strokes far more nervously and slowly than he might've ordinarily done were he just satisfying his own needs by himself. Then she looked up at him, her eyes holding his gaze for a moment before she said something that very nearly made him think he had fallen asleep and was actually dreaming.

"What do you..." Eric didn't get a chance to finish asking what she meant by 'something to look at' assuming perhaps despite everything else that had already seemingly happened, the heat stoked between them and the general tension he'd felt since the post-shower inspection that maybe she was suggesting he look at porn on his phone. Instead, what she did had him wondering just how far she was going to push the tension between them. It felt strange as she tugged at her top until she had not only given him a hint of her generous bosom but all but bared one shapely breast in all its naked glory to him including a very hard-looking nipple. Before he could stop it, a lusty groan escaped his lips and her words only pushed him further toward the rapidly approaching edge of an orgasm.

"You look... hot... mom..." He managed to squeak out as most of his attention was pulled between the sight of her breast and the increasingly rapid stroking of his cock, wet slick noises filled the air as his fingers pumped along his slippery shaft, his grip tightening as the bulbous head seemed to swell just that bit more. "I'm... I'm g-gonna..." He was trying to warn her, her face was so close he knew it was going to splash all over her if she didn't move!

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Helen enjoyed the show immensely! She had entirely forgotten that her breasts were on display, one nipple entirely exposed to her son. She just watched that beautiful cock and balls and enjoyed the sounds and scent too. Her own tongue played over her full lips, partly fantasizing they lapped on that wet, engorged cock head. The muscles in her inner thighs and between them were tightening in rhythm; a form of mild masturbation. She might not be able to bring herself to climax like this, but at least there was stimulation without actually masturbating in front of her son.

She heard him approach a climax. "Good boy. Cum for mommie. Let me see how much cum you can make."

Helen was aware of how near her face was to the tip of his cock and how it was angled to this side. She knew he'd come all over her face if she didn't do anything. To be honest, right now, she wanted him to cum over her face. She wanted to part her lips and extend her tongue and let him spurt those salty, sweet sticky globs all over her face. But that wasn't right, was it? No, that was crossing a line. Masturbating was a healthy thing. Giving your mother a cum facial wasn't quite right.

Instead, she shifted a little higher. If any of the cum hit her now, it'd go on her breasts, unless he shot really far. But he probably wouldn't do that, right?

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Crazy, that was the only work Eric really had to describe what was happening and he was genuinely not sure how he was going to deal with the aftermath at all as he couldn't stop himself, even had he wanted to as the very idea of what was happening seemed to tap into some deeply buried desire within Eric. The way she licked her lips, the way she seemed to be shifting and squirming next to him was all adding to it, he was going to cum and nothing would be able to stop him. So when she uttered those words it was like lighting the blue touch paper as she told him to let her see how much cum he could make, his orgasm frothing and churning inside him as his hand pumped up and down his twitching shaft of its own accord and well beyond any conscious sense of control.

His mother lifted higher, clearly hearing his warning of the impending orgasm though not so far away that she was entirely out of reach but it was too late to tell her. The kissing, the feel of her soft toes roaming his leg and the teasing of his cock through his pants had made him more aroused than he had ever been in his life. The soft slick noises grew louder and louder as he let out a groan, his body tensing along with his balls as his orgasm crashed into his mind.

The first surge of cum appeared small at first, a small trail splashing onto his stomach but it quickly became obvious that it was just the leading edge of an immense amount of cum. A thick rope launched from his cock with such force it hit his mother's chin with barely a pause as the second one lanced out and splattered across her exposed breast. Four, five, six and seven surges slowly lost their potency, each shot made him moan or whimper as he left a pool-like trail from his mother's chin all the way down to the still throbbing shape between his fingers, loosely gripped as she panted for air.

"Umm... s-sorry... mom... I didn't... mean to... you know." Saying it out loud felt like a bad idea, a way of pretending perhaps he hadn't just blown his load all over his eagerly watching mother.

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Helen watched her son cum. Her face showed how much she liked it. The sounds of his breath and his moans and the wet sounds from the stroking were also quite amazing. Then there was a splat on her chin and her face shifted to one of surprise; shock even. It was mostly exaggerated, playful shock, however; a half-smile showing through it. "Eric... you..."

And then more cum splattered over her bare breast. She watched spurt after spurt shooting over the soft flesh, pink nipple and trickling into her cleavage. "That's my sweet boy... just keep cumming. Let it all out." Helen watched the last of his load ooze out onto his abdomen and over his hand. "Good boy...."

When it was over, she let out a little giggle. "You came on my face, baby." She shook her head when he apologized. "Oh, sweetie. That's okay. As long as you don't tell anyone, I don't mind. You poor thing. Have so much cum stored up. You need to masturbate more often. Going almost the whole day without cumming is far too long for a young man like yourself."

"Now, just like still and I'll get a towel from the bathroom." She stood and left through the bathroom door, trying not to drip on the carpet. Inside the bathroom, when she was fairly confident Eric didn't see her, she used a finger to bring the cum on her chin into her mouth. She closed her eyes to savor the experience for just a moment. Then she dampened a towel in lukewarm water and returned.

She wiped his chest and tummy and then washed his cock, making sure to milk the last globs of cum out of the tip, gently. She then folded the towel and handed it to her son. "You better clean up the mess on by tits, sweetie." She moved closer, giving him access to her bare breast, exposing the area fully to his face. The cum on her chin was already gone.

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There was a brief pang of panic that shot up Eric's spine at the realization of what had just happened although it proved to be relatively short-lived as the look on her face was more playful than anything else, not that he could have stopped himself from glazing her like a pastry. That and the pulses of pleasure that preceded each vigorous eruption of his load made thinking about anything but cumming practically impossible until his cock finally relented and softened, if only slightly as his mother took it all in her stride, his apology earning him a reply telling him not to worry so long as it stayed between them. While any other day what she said next would have seemed completely outlandish, her telling him he needed to masturbate more felt like it fit the steadily growing theme of this impromptu vacation of theirs as he simply nodded and panted to catch his breath as his mother left the room for a moment.

When she returned she diligently wiped the rather sizable sticky mess from his stomach, chest and cock, even squeezing the tip through the towel in a way that made his entire body tense up as the very real possibility of getting hard again throbbed through the length of him that made him hold his breath. Then when she offered him the towel and told him to clean up the mess he'd made of her he realized that one of her breasts was still bare if decidedly sticky. "Umm... okay mom."

Eric swallowed nervously as he took the towel and tried a few approaches at different angles toward her breast before backing off until he finally slipped the towel-clad hand underneath and lifted it, scooping the sticky seed he'd covered her in from it as he got a feel for the weight and a hint of the texture, the feel of her hard nipple pressing into the towel as he cleaned it. He tried to just do as she'd asked but his fingers were trembling so much at the idea he was practically touching his mother's breasts that they slipped occasionally, getting a brief taste of the silky smooth and warm skin that only gave his imagination more fuel to work with as he finished cleaning her up. "I... I better change into something more comfortable too I guess." Eric said preparing to shift off the bed to change into something else or perhaps even shower as well though it was clear he was waiting to see what his mother wanted him to do.


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Oftentimes reality is far stranger than rumor or fiction. The town of Woodhaven in the northeastern US. About as close to the definition of small town USA as possible, no big chain restaurants or nationwide super centers marring the picturesque landscape. A place where everyone knew everyone else and chances were good your family had been there for generations with no sign of moving on to anywhere else. You were born in Woodhaven, you lived in Woodhaven, and eventually you died in Woodhaven.

Not to say new comers didn't find their way into the quint little hamlet from time to time, and one such new comer was a former Wilderness Guide by the name of Shax Law. Large for a 24 year old, but spending most of your life wandering around the back country gives you lots of opportunity to build up muscle. And had it not been for the injury to his leg he would've gladly stayed deep in the woods tilt he day that he died. But getting trapped under landslide that crushed his leg entirely isn't something you can just bounce back from. So he went back to college got degree in teaching and went hunting for school to hire him. As they say those who can't do teach, and he was well in the camp of can't do for a while yet. His leg got amputated and a fancy metal leg was attached, but he wasn't used to having the bit of hardware yet so most days it was an awkward fight to get himself up and moving.

He arrived in Woodhaven via his old forest green jeep gladiator on a lovely Saturday morning. And he was to report to Woodhaven High for a small physical with the school nurse one Elizabeth Jones. She was to decide if he would be able to walk up and down the halls and steps of the school. It sounded like a stupid reason to waste an awesome day, but he was the new guy and had to play along to get along for a bit.

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It was a new school year. Summer holidays were coming to an end and there were already signs of the coming autumn. Elizabeth Jones prepared her the school clinic for a physical. A new teacher would be joining their school, and it was mandatory that they undergo a physical. As Woodhaven was quite remote, the school and the town had to rely on its own for emergencies. As the school nurse, Elizabeth wanted to be on top of any possible medical emergencies she could encounter with the students and the staff. Hence, she was very rigorous about ensuring that they did all the tests required.

It didn't help that the new teacher, a Shax Law, was an amputee. She wondered what had happened, but seeing his young age, she knew that he would soon adjust to the loss of his leg and be able to move around just fine.

Once the preparations were done for the test, she went back to a light romance novel she was reading at her desk. At 32 it was a bit odd that she was still single, but having broken up with her husband, she hadn't had the time or opportunity to find love anywhere. Thus, she resigned to reading romance novels about seductive scoundrels, and rich men and their naughty habits.

It was a couple of days before school started and she was one of the few people here today. She had met the janitors as they cleaned up the school in preparations of the opening, but knew that no other teacher was present. She waited for Mr. Law, knowing he had an appointment with her here, expecting him to arrive soon.

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Shax was glad Woodhaven was such a small town. Didn't need to ask directions, just picked a direction that looked... school like and just drove on for about fifteen minutes. He arrived at Woodhaven High, or W.H.H. as the letter he got called it, like the rest of the town it was a quintessential picture of small town school. The elementary was just across the street and it looked like the two buildings shared an athletic field. Which was on the elementary school grounds, all the high school had was a track.

The woman he was meeting was in the High School. He pulled into the parking and parked in the handicap spot now that was considered as such. That could possibly take more getting used to than simply having this bit of hardware attached to him, seeing that little blue and white sign hanging from his rearview mirror was like waving a white flag in the face of everything he'd overcome in his life to get this far.

Poor family, rough childhood, barely graduating high school, passing all the training and certifications he needed to become a wilderness guide. He was content with that last one, he was finally on his own and becoming is own man. Then life had to get back into the swing of things so it took his leg and forced him back into school to get his degree and such for this job. Maybe now he could get a little bit ahead, but that little sign would always be there telling him what he is now. With a sigh he parked his jeep and grabbed his cane and paperwork before exiting the truck, locking it, and beginning to amble his way into the school via the front office. One of the old women at the desk buzzed him in and directed him to the main entryway hall where the nurse's office was. He thanked her and once again ambled his way along admiring how well maintained this place was despite being so small.

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Elizabeth had everything prepped and ready. All the forms he would have to fill were neatly placed on her table with a chair nearby, and all her equipment were out, placed aligned on another table for the tests. As she was reading her novel she a peculiar sound of footsteps accompanied by what she guessed was a cane coming down the hallway.

Placing a bookmark in the novel and setting it aside, she composed herself as the steps came closer and closer, until they were right outside her door. The glass window of her door was covered with blinds, so she got up and opened it, welcoming him in.

"Mr. Shax Law...? Come on in... hope you found this place alright?", waving him towards the chair, she watched as the new teacher walked over, she could already tell that he would have no trouble navigating the halls of Woodhaven High.

He was large, much larger than she had anticipated, and quite good looking. He had a athletic build and carried himself with a certain pride. Smiling politely at him, she explained as she sat back on her seat, "These are just routine tests, they won't be intrusive... please fill out the forms with the necessary details and sign where indicated. We can begin once you are ready."

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Once again thankful for the small town aesthetic Shax found the nurse's office easily enough. He was just about to knock on the door when the attractive older woman he assumed to be the nurse opened it before he could get his fist up. Staring at her for a second or two with his hand still partially lifted he gave her a smile and slipped the hand into one of his cargo pockets producing his paper she would need to sign off on same as he would with the ones she gave him. He placed his own stack besides hers after unfolding them.

"No problem ma'am. One thing I've always loved about small towns, you can find pretty much everything by sheer dead reckoning. And having such pristine wilderness outside is a definite bonus." Leaning his new cane against her desk he stiffly pushed his fake leg out feeling the straps loosening with the new position which caused him to let out a low very pleased sounding sigh. "My Doctor says I'll need to start doing physical therapy with this thing, hope you have a masseuse or PT place in town." He grabbed the clipboard and pen beginning to fill out his half of the paperwork.

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Taking the stack of forms from him, Elizabeth examined them and signed where appropriate. While signing her green eyes appreciatively glanced at the handsome man sitting opposite her. Once she was done, she waited for him to finish, then taking charge and leading him to do the tests. There were many tests to be done, from measuring his height, weight, and blood pressure to examining his leg.

Once all were done she asked him to take his shirt off, wanting to listen to his heart beat. Getting the stethoscope, she eyed him as he stripped off his shirt, showing off his toned and muscular body. "You seem to be in great shape... were you living an active lifestyle before?", she asked curiously, placing the stethoscope against his chest, feeling him draw a breath in as the cold metal touched skin.

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Shax let out a quick chuckle getting used to the sudden cold of the stethoscope. "Yes ma'am, I was a wilderness guide for both the US Forestry and Park Services. And I taught survival classes on my free time, I was pretty much born and raised in the Appalachian woods. So it only seemed logical to keep doing it as a job." Once she had checked his heart he pulled his shirt back on being unable to stop himself glancing down the woman's blouse. He was tallish and he bending over him it couldn't be avoided, but he did his best to make it quick and casual before averting his eyes anywhere else.

He stopped them gazing out the window which looked directly into the forest just beyond the school grounds. And it was exactly that, just beyond. He wagered he could lean out over the fence and yank a pine cone down. "Spent most of my time in places like that outside, avoided most contact unless I had to." He chuckled again rubbing his leg slowly. "Now, I'm kinda stuck. But at least it's not a school in a big city, I'm sure that would just kill me." He looked at the woman smiling up at her. "So, what can you tell me about Woodhaven ma'am? Been here long yourself?"

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He listened to his heart beat, it was strong and healthy, as Elizabeth pulled away from him she noticed his eyes flick away from her chest. Realizing that he had looked down her blouse, she gave a little smile and pretended to not notice. "A wilderness guide for US Forestry and Park Services... that is impressive!", she replied, clearly impressed by the fact that he had worked for the Forestry department. "I guess it must suck that a accident forced you out of that job."

Watching him put his shirt back on before answering his question. "I arrived here a few years ago... came here to get away from my ex... I am divorced... this place was needed a nurse, and it was far away from everything else... and I kinda fell in love with this place", she explained. "I think that this job might be the perfect one for you... it is close to nature, there will be lots of opportunity for you to show off your expertise!"

Giving him a pat on the shoulder and feeling the muscles, she nodded to him to signal that the check up was over, and he had passed. "Well I guess I will submit all this paperwork... everything seems to be in order... you can start on Monday, the first day of school... Welcome to Woodhaven High Shax!", she said with a smile. "Let me know if you need anything... by the way... would you be living alone?"

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Shax noted her admittance to being divorced and single as he staggered back to his feet grabbing onto his cane to steady himself. He had dated older women before, but felt him jumping right into a relationship with the school nurse would just be bad for both of them, but that's no reason to be impolite. "Thank you Miss Jones, I'm sure I'll fall in love with this place as well, if such a lovely woman like you can love it a muddy hick like me surely can."

Once he was stable he smiled at her, not missing the hint she ended with. Though maybe he was just being presumptuous and thinking with his lower brain. It has been awhile since he'd been on a date let alone slept with any woman. "Hehe currently yes, but until my pension and severance checks come down from the government I'm stuck in a single room of the Knight's Hill roadside motel a couple miles out of town." He moved to the door of her office opening it slowly. As he did an idea hit him. "I don't suppose I can do a little hobble tour of the school? Learn the lay of the land as it were? Old Forest Guide habit, I never settle any where until I know what's out there waiting for me."

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Elizabeth blushed a little at his compliment, nodding in agreement that he could fall in love with this place. She watched him as he staggered back onto his feet, holding his cane to steady himself. Once he was up and stable, he smiled and informed her that he was staying at Knight's Hill, which was a few miles out of town. She figured that she could help him find a place closer once his finances are straightened out. A thought of visiting him in his motel room flashed through her mind, and her blush deepened.

When he told her that he would to a little tour, she perked up, pushing the thought out of her mind and filing away the paper and putting things back into their place. "Give me a couple of minutes, I will love to show you around... yes, I think a tour is a good idea... today especially, as it won't be crowded!".

A couple of minutes later, she was ready, leading him out of the nurses office she turned off the lights and locked the door. She hadn't bought any bags, only a purse which was too small for her romance book. Dressed in her white blouse and knee length navy skirt, she tried holding the book in a way where he couldn't see its title.

Leading him down the hall the first destination was the cafeteria, the door was open and a janitor was scrubbing the floors. Waving to him she turned to Shax and said, "This is the cafeteria... everyone eats here, as our school isn't very big it can fit everyone. The other rooms on this floor are music room, teacher's offices, and the administrative offices."

Pointing down the corridor to an open door which led out she continued, "Down that way, we have a gymnasium... but it is a separate building. Upstairs we have classroom and an auditorium... want to check that out first?"

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Shax never thought he'd see the day where a school nurse in heels would be beating him in a footrace. But as he hobbled along behind Miss. Jones he couldn't help but chuckle to himself and watch her backside as she moved. He hoped he would be able to get used to having this fake leg before he's expected to chase after delinquent students in the hallway or something. As the woman led him on the tour he made mental notes of everything even going so far as to use some of the military tricks he was taught by other Park Rangers. Looking for the entrances and exits, places to set up student speed traps, silly things for a small county school like this. But it never hurt to be prepared.

They reached the cafeteria, it looked to be the biggest room in the whole school so far. It was odd she said everyone eats here, did that mean teacher's as well? He wasn't sure how he felt about that, lunchtime was supposed to be a break from the kids, but if they were going to be under his feet all day he might consider eating his lunch in his jeep most days. He nodded to the janitor who studied him a bit before going back to his cleaning. Nodding after her other directions he thought about their next destination, the gym might be easier at least he wouldn't have to worry about stairs. But if it was it's own building might as well see everything this building has first. "I guess we can check out the upstairs. Does this place have an elevator?"

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Guiding him around the school, Elizabeth led the way, her heels clacking as she walked in front of him. She could hear him behind her, and knew that it would be embarrassing for both of them if she made any mentions about his disability. Instead, she adjusted her pace so she would walk away from him. As she was walking in front of him, she felt his gaze on her ass, blushing slightly and smirking, she made a mental note to always be in front of him for this tour, letting him take a good look.

"Yes, only one though... we need it for some of our students", she replied to his question, leading him to the elevator. She knew that the auditorium, which was on the top floor, would be empty, allowing her to show him around at her leisure. Once inside the elevator, she stood in front of him, again feeling his gaze, as the elevator slowly rose to the top floor. "We will do the auditorium first... then come down to the classrooms!", she explained with a bit of excitement. "The students love to put shows here, and we encourage everyone to participate in any manner that they can."

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"Haw well seems some of those students will be getting to know me real well. I won't be able to take the steps for awhile yet, Doctor's orders." As they entered the metal box the man let out a small sigh leaning against the backwall already feeling out of breath. He wasn't out of shape by any means, but it's a lot of effort walking with one leg and a stick. At least he still had a nice view, he saw her glances back at him. He knew, she knew, he was watching her ass, he was just glad she wasn't offended. He did notice a couple of things he missed before, one, her shirt was almost see through. He could trace the lines of her black lacy bra through the back of it, and she was clutching a romance novel in one hand obviously trying to hide it from him.

He chuckled as they reached the next floor and exited. "Well as long as no one expects me to be on stage. I can probably help out building sets or something." He slipped past the woman glancing down at the book in her hand. "Ah the Queen's Rogue, by Michelle Helbet. My twin sister Shay loves that author, though if I recall she liked the next book in that series, the Final Night more." He snorted lightly moving ahead of Elizabeth to take a drink from the water fountain. "Something about better story arc and saucier love scenes." He shrugged taking a few long gulps of water before wiping his mouth and returning to the Nurse's side. "I should give you her number. She's always looking for gal pals to talk books with. She's a Game Warden ya see, and she works mostly with men. They love to rag on her for reading romance books. Me I prefer to live what the books go on about rather than read them." He gave the pretty woman a wink before moving towards what looked like the auditorium.

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Elizabeth felt Shax's eyes on her as the elevator rose to the top floor, and enjoying the attention she was getting from the young man she did nothing to interrupt it. When the doors opened, she felt him move, his stick making a clacking sound as he went past her and towards the water fountain.

She blushed a deep red, a jolt running through her as she realized she had failed to hide her book from him. Not only had he seen that it was a romance novel, he seemed to be somewhat familiar with its content. "I... I... w-well... I will check out Final Night after this", she stammered, admiring how smoothly he had spotted the book, and made the comment. Watching him with shining eyes as he finished drinking she moved the book to carry it more comfortably, not bothering to hide it now that she had been found out.

The last line and the wink made her gulp audibly. As she stood frozen to the spot, feeling a sense of excitement and thrill run through her. She was sure she was beet red, and her nipples were taut, clearly poking from under her bra. _I desperately need a man, if I am getting aroused by just a few comments,_ she thought before realizing that he was walking away and she tottered on after him.

"Y-y-yes... I would love to talk with your sister", she replied shyly looking at him with ''fuck me'' eyes. In just a few minutes, he had somehow managed to get her from interested to positively aroused. "So... are you a rogue Mr. Law?"

The auditorium was a huge room with a stage on one end. There were plastic chairs stacked on the side of the room, to be used for the audience when a show was on. At the moment, it felt quiet and empty only the two of them were there on that floor. Showing him around to the control room, a small room beside the stage, she slid the door shut behind her with a sly smile, before showing him the controls for lights and sound. "What exactly do you prefer?", she asked in a whisper, as the two of them stood side-by-side over the controls in the small room.

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Shax chuckled as they moved into the auditorium. "Not a rogue, I've always been more of a barbarian. Hit hard, hit fast, make'em remember you." He realized the effect he was having on the older woman and he would be lying if he said his words weren't messing with him a little bit as well especially after seeing the eagerness in her eyes and how hard her nipples were poking through her bra. _Reel it in boss, you don't need to be fucking the school nurse on not even your first day of work._ He thought to himself as they entered the cramped control room, being this much closer and seeing the woman's body getting hot and eager for him was wreaking havoc on his self control.

He could feel his own cheeks heating up and began reaching out for the woman. "I prefer healthy full bodied women... and being outside." He returned the whisper before accidentally leaning on a button that caused the auditorium to erupt into a full rendition of Put on your Sundays Clothes! from Hello Dolly, the sexual tension exploded along with it causing Shax to practically fall over with laughter. With only one leg he found it hard to get back to his feet, but he was laughing so hard it didn't matter.

He carried on laughing until the control room door opened and an older man dressed in a blue suit walked in bypassing Elizabeth entirely before turning the song off. "Hmm, seems our stage manager forgot to clear the sound board after the last summer show." The man looked down at Shax smiling like a benign grandfather before helping the young man back to his feet. "Seems you know how to make yourself known Mr. Law. I'm Principle Andrew Dayz, Mrs. Glenn in the office told me you had arrived." He tuned and smiled to the nurse. "I was on my way to greet and give you a tour when our lovely Nurse, Miss Jones beat me to it." He turned back to Shax and extended his hand again this time in a form of greeting. "You couldn't be in better hands so I will leave you two to it and simply formally welcome your to our little town school." Shax shook the Principal's hand nodding to him. "I'm looking forward to work alongside all of you sir."

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His accidentally hitting a button and blasting 'Put on your Sunday Clothes' killed the sexual tension immediately. He fell over from laughter, and she found herself chuckling at the way the moment had ended. Also, the music was a funny choice, and she wondered who had keyed it up. Suddenly, the door opened and Principal Andrew Dayz walked in, turning off the music. Elizabeth straightened herself, not wanting to look improper in front of the Principal who introduced himself to Shax.

Once the small talk was over, they stepped out of the small room, continuing the tour. The sexual tension was over, and she suddenly felt too nervous to pursue it again right away. The rest of the tour went without a hitch, as she showed him around the school, showing him the classrooms and how to use the computer systems, the gym, the showers, the music room. The tour ended in front of the front door, from where Elizabeth could spot her car.

"So... that's all we have here... please, feel free to ask me for anything... I hope you enjoy this place as much as I do", she said as she shook his hand formally, before bidding him goodbye and heading for her car. It had been a strange meeting, he certainly had an effect on her, and the words he had whispered in the room still were clear in her head.

Blushing slightly, she got in her car and watched him make his way over to his. She knew she would be seeing him again and she wondered how her she would react if they were alone again.


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Katarina nodded slowly as Abigail laid out her options. It was clear that they were both feeling out these roles, but it was still touching that Abigail was willing to take on this role and try to comfort her after a panic attack. "Um... could Mommy read a chapter of a book and then watch some TV, please, maybe an anime?" Katarina suggested. She was confused by Abigail's hesitation after suggesting hot chocolate, but once she mentioned that Katarina had been playing outside, her face lit up with a bright smile.

Something about this was just working. Katarina felt the worries of the world, all of her mistakes and sins just melting off of her shoulders. "Yes, please, Mommy! Hot chocolate with whipped cream! And maybe some marshmallows, too, please, Mommy?" She asked hopefully. The usually sturdy and stoic woman was bouncing slightly on her toes, a look of hopeful pleading on her face.

When Abigail stepped away, Katarina scurried over to her bookshelf and started looking everything over. She spotted an anthology of Dr. Seuss books and pulled it out, looking it over. She had meant to pick out a novel, however. Looking them over, she picked out "The Once and Future King," which was supposed to be about King Arthur. Books in her arms, Katarina scurried to the couch. She put the thick, heavy anthology book on a side table near where Abigailgal would probably sit, then laid down on the couch, planning to hand the novel to Abigail, and let her decide what to do.

There was a blanket on the sofa. Katarina picked it up and wrapped it around herself, snuggling down into the cushions of the couch, and waited for Abigail.

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"If you're a good girl and promise not to fuss when Mommy says it's time for bed, then, yes, we can watch an anime." Abigail said, feeling a flutter of excitement, and she wondered: how much control would Katarina actually give up? How many rules would she accept? Would there be consequences for breaking those? Yes, there had to be. But what? She had some ideas, but before she could consider them in depth, Katarina's face lit up into a bright smile and she was pleading with her Mommy now for some hot chocolate with whipped cream and possibly marshmallows.

The display was almost comical. Here was Katarina Ivanov, a mountain of a woman who looked capable of staring down a bear and winning, pleading like a little girl for her Mommy to make her some hot chocolate. But Abigail did not laugh. She only smiled, feeling yet another flutter in the pit of her stomach, and she thought: _she's pleading with me. My word is law here. I'm in control. I'm the Mommy. Why does that feel so... good?_ She said, "Yes, I'll make us both some hot chocolate with whipped cream and marshmallows. Now, go pick out a book! I'll be there in a few minutes." She shooed Katarina away with a pat on her butt, and that felt good too. She had a nice butt. Abigail had not noticed that before.

It did not take terribly long to get their hot chocolate ready. She boiled some water, then poured them each a steaming mug that she stirred some hot chocolate mix into. There was some whipped cream in the fridge, and a bag of small, multi-colored marshmallows, and she gave each mug a generous dollop of whipped cream, along with a few marshmallows. That done, she tidied the kitchen somewhat, then grabbed a big plate, upon which she stacked a few muffins and balanced both mugs of hot chocolate.

A moment later, she was in the living room, setting the plate down on the coffee table just in front of the sofa, before settling into her seat next to Katarina, thinking: _I probably can't have her sit in my lap._ That, she supposed, was the one downside to having a submissive Little Girl who was considerably larger than yourself. There were many more upsides, though, not least of which was that she didn't feel worried about going too far or forcing Katarina into anything she didn't want to do. _If she wants me to stop, she's big enough to make me._

"Careful with the drink," Abigail warned, snuggling in as close as she could. If Katarina was too big to sit in her lap, they could at least still cuddle up. "It's really hot, and Mommy doesn't want you to burn your tongue." _Am I treating her too small?_ She wondered, then she saw the two books Katarina had brought over and got an idea. She picked up ''the Once and Future King'', which was a favorite of hers. She loved fantasy. "Are you sure you're big enough for this one?" She asked, thinking it would be a good way for her to let Katarina voice her desires without breaking character. "Dr. Seuss might be better. I know you love this one. What do you think, princess?" She asked, then again paused to consider. She bit her lip, thinking. A moment later, she asked. "Or maybe you'd rather be Mommy's big, strong Knight, rather than her princess?"

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Katarina nodded emphatically when told they could watch anime if she was a good girl. "Yes, Mommy. I'll be good, I promise. No fussing when it's bedtime." She let out a small cheer when Abigail agreed to both whipped cream and marshmallows in the hot chocolate and scurried over to the bookshelf to pick out books.

Relaxing on the couch, Katarina sat up when Abigail approached with the plate. She waited until she had put it down to hand her the novel. "Yes, Mommy. I'll be careful. Thank you for the hot chocolate!" She said happily, lisping the l slightly, reaching out and carefully taking the mug. Katarina blew on it to cool it down, then put it down as if it were too hot for her hands. Looking at Abigail, she turned the question over in her mind. She wanted to be really little, but she didn't want to have too many restrictions on what she read and watched. Watching only kid's TV and reading only picture books sounded like it'd be a lot of fun at first, especially if she were doing it with Abigail, but it also seemed like it could get annoying after a while.

Trying to find a happy medium but still be very little (and subconsciously enjoying being told she was too little for something.) Katarina frowned. "Does that book not have pitchures? I thought every book was 'sposed to have pictures." She said, making herself look disappointed. "Dr. Seuss, please!" She said, quickly changing back into a happy mood. "Maybe the other book would be better for bedtime story? If it doesn't got pitchures then I can jus' close my eyes while Mommy reads an' snuggles."

The question made Katarina pause, and she turned it over in her mind. Would she rather be Mommy's big strong knight? She was big and strong. And nights were noble people, protecting the queen, and also the kingdom, and its people... but there were bad knights too. Knights who hurt people stole from people, killed and... Katarina froze. She willed the thoughts away. Reaching out and grabbing a muffin, using it, and holding out her hand over her hot chocolate to ground herself, keep herself in the moment. She munched on the muffin, using the taste as well. Hoping that Abigail didn't notice what she was doing, but she probably did. Princesses. Princesses were cute and sweet and wore fancy dresses and looked pretty, but they weren't in charge of anything. If they were bad, they couldn't do much, and they could easily be punished or brought back into line by a Queen, a Knight, or even a dragon if things got bad enough. Princesses couldn't hurt people.

Turning to Abigail, Katarina very insistently proclaimed. "I wanna be a Princess Mommy. Not a knight. Don't wanna be big an' strong. I wannabe pretty and need help." She hesitated uncomfortably for a moment. "...is that okay, Mommy?" She frowned, feeling incredibly vulnerable in that moment. If Abigail said no, then what? She didn't want to force Abigail into something she didn't want, but... that would mean that she could never get away from it, didn't it? She would always have to be big, strong, hard, and mean.

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"You're welcome, baby." Abigail said, sitting down next to Katarina on the couch and giving her a quick, motherly smooch on the cheek, thinking how strange it was to be able to do that without the accompanying spike of anxiety. It felt good. All of this felt good. Katarina felt good, the pleading tone in her voice, the way she kept asking for permission for things no adult should need permission to do. _The way she listens to me,_ Abigail thought. _The way she makes me feel important. Like I matter. Like I'm capable and confident._

"No pictures in this one," Abigail said, struggling not to smile at the way Katarina was speaking, and not just the lisping either. There was a tone of innocence and helplessness, a little girl who needed her Mommy. _Who needs me,_ Abigail thought, and she kissed Katarina's cheek again before putting the novel down on the desk. "Oh! That's a very good idea, baby. We'll leave the big book for later, when you can just close your eyes and listen. Maybe another time you'd even like to try reading a bit to Mommy, though? That might be fun." As she spoke, Abigail leaned back into the couch, wrapping her arm around Katarina's broad shoulders. "Do you want to hold this side of the book open and turn the pages?" Abigail said. mostly because the other woman's back was a little too broad for her hand to reach all the way around and hold the book without stretching uncomfortably.

"Of course you can be Mommy's princess," Abigail said, squeezing her little girl as much as she could. She was not very strong, especially in her upper body, and for a moment she worried that maybe Katarina would prefer someone a little less... delicate. Someone tall and imposing, who could pull her into their lap and make her feel small and safe and cared for. Isn't that something a princess would want? _But she asked me; she brought this up,_ Abigail told herself and, as if to reassure herself of that fact, she squeezed Katarina even tighter and planted yet another motherly smooch on the young woman's cheek. The skin was turning pink.

"Mommy's pretty princess," she agreed, then. "Do you have a favorite story in here, baby, or do you want Mommy to pick one?"

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Katarina was smiling, enjoying all of the simple, innocent intimacy. She noticed how touch and small kisses on the cheeks and head were coming more easily to Abigail. Something about this was letting her relax, and she was easily taking charge. It felt so easy to look up to her, to fall into an unquestioning, obedient role, to look to her for guidance... and this time, she didn't have to be tough, she didn't have to be mean and stoic... she was allowed to have wants and needs and to be soft and vulnerable. She could trust the authority this time. Abigail would never make her do something horrible. She was allowed to not think, to let someone else make the decisions again. She trusted Abigail. Very nearly completely.

Katarina frowned, letting her lips and cheeks puff out into a pout as Abigail told her there weren't any pictures in the king book, scowling at the book as if she was mad at it for betraying her by having no pictures. But a kiss on her cheek easily melted away the frustration and brought a soft smile back to Katarina's face. She thought about the idea she suggested. "Um... I can try reading for you, Mommy. I might need some help, though." She said, fidgeting with her fingers, making herself sound uncertain. "I would wanna make sure I was doing it right." After a moment, she added. "If you really thought I could, though. I could read to you by myself, and do a really good job."

"Yes, Mommy." She murmured when Abigail asked if she wanted to hold the other side of the book open. It was pretty obvious that she wasn't going to be able to hold Katarina on her lap and operate the book at the same time. Her arms just weren't long enough.

A huge, bright smile blossomed on Katarina's face as Abigail told her that she could be her princess, happily pressing herself into the other woman's squeezing arms. But then she asked a confusing question. Wouldn't she rather someone who was bigger, more imposing be doing this? The question seemed silly at first to little Katarina and then even a bit scary. "Less delicate and tall and imposing?" She asked uncertainly. "That sounds scary, Mommy." She thought it over carefully. "Um... if... if... if it was you who was bigger, and could make me feel small, then maybe I'd like that... but... really, I'd rather me be smaller, and you stay the same Mommy. I wouldn't want somebody just cuz they were big. I don't want anybody to be my Mommy, who I don't know and trust completely. Of course, a princess would want to feel safe and cared for. You do that, Mommy. You make me feel safe and cared for, Mommy. That's why you're my Mommy." Katarina turned to look deep into Abigail's eyes, trying to impart exactly how serious she was about what she was saying. "There isn't anyone else who could do it."

The question, however, sparked another in Katarina's mind. Was there a different reason why Abigail was asking? "...do..? Do you wish you had someone littler to be your princess, Mommy? Somebody that you could pick up and take care of... and... make them do things by force even if they didn't want you to. Somebody, you were stronger than? Somebody, who you could actually give a spanking to, even if they were fighting you the whole time?" The question made her feel shaky and vulnerable. Katarina was painfully aware of her size and how ridiculous it might look to someone else... or perhaps even Abigail herself. Was she trying to bring that up gently? Was that ruining this for her?

"Mommy's pretty princess," Those words just made Katarina melt. She let out a dreamy sigh and lay against Abigail. When she asked if Katarina had a favorite story, Katarina excitedly exclaimed. "Oobleck! I wanna hear oobleck, please, Mommy!"

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Abigail bit the inside of her cheek, fighting to keep from laughing at her little girl's angry scowl at the book's lack of pictures. It simply would not do to have Katarina thinking her Mommy was laughing at her! God, she was adorable like this, though, and when Abigail regained her composure enough to be sure she wouldn't burst out laughing, she couldn't help but lean in and give her princess a very motherly smooch on the cheek. "Of course I'll help you," she said. "You don't have to try reading to Mommy, though. I only thought you might want to, sometime." Abigail said, hoping she wasn't being too passive. This was all so very new to her. She was, at least, pleased that Katarina got the hint about holding open the book. Even better than that, though, was when her insistence that she did not need someone big and strong to be her Mommy.

_She wants me,_ Abigail thought, a wave of relief falling over her, and she hugged herself tight against the larger woman's body. "I'll always keep you safe and cared for, princess." Abigail whispered, kissing the other woman's cheek once more. If this kept it, both of Katarina's cheeks were going to be quite pink by the end of the night! Her Mommy, it seemed, quite liked kissing her pretty princess, and she was just about to do it again when Katarina voiced a question of her own. "Noooo, baby, I promise. I..." She paused, unsure how to voice what she wanted to say without breaking character. Was that even a thing? Breaking character? She didn't know. God, there was so much she didn't know. But Katarina would understand that, wouldn't she? Yes. She had to.

Taking a breath to summon her courage and clear her mind, Abigail pushed on. So what if she broke character a little bit? They were both figuring this out as they went. She said, "I like that you're bigger than I am. Honestly, Katarina, I like that you're bigger than most people, and that you're still willing to... to submit to me. That you'll do what I tell you, accept your, umn, spankings," the word made her blush, but she powered through. "It makes me feel strong and important. I'm not used to feeling that, and I just... I like it. I like this. I like you!" She said, and this time Abigail did kiss Katarina again, a big, wet smooch right on the cheek. Then, "Oobleck it is." And, with Katarina's help holding the book open, Abigail turned to the story's starting page.

"'They still talk about it in the Kingdom if Didd as The-Year-the-King-Got-Angry-with-the-Sky. And they still talk about the page boy, Bartholomew Cubbins.'" As she began to read, her voice trembled with obvious self-consciousness, her tone monotonous, the words tumbling out of her mouth just a little faster than they should have done. This was silly, wasn't it? Katarina didn't actually want this book read to her. After all, she wasn't really a child, and this was a story for toddlers. No doubt, she'd expected Abigail to pick up on some hidden cue so that they could start doing something else instead. _Only I'm too dumb to see it,_ Abigail thought. And yet, Katarina continued to turn the pages, one after the other, big eyes glued to the words and to the pictures. She didn't stir, she didn't complain. She just sat there listening to her Mommy read, and it was this that allowed Abigail to slowly find her confidence and her voice.

"...all autumn when the fog came down, he growled at that..." And here, she growled into her little girl's ear, squeezing Katarina good and tight. Abigail was putting more inflection into her words, changing her voice as much as she could for the different characters. A deep (for her), masculine voice for the king; a higher-pitched, boyish tone for Bartholomew that was much closer to her own. "'And that winter when the snow came down, he started shouting. 'This snow! This fog! This sunshine! BAHH!" Abigail BAHH'd in her deep, grumpy-king voice.

On, she went, and the more she read, the more confident she became, spurred on by her little girl's rapt attention, and as she came to the final page and read the story's final words---"The King now knew that these four old-fashioned things... the rain, the sunshine, the fog and the snow... were good enough for for any king in all the world, especially for him, old King Derwin of Didd."---she realized that it wasn't just Katarina who was just enjoying this. Abigail was enjoying it, too. She'd never felt so free, so confident. So good about herself, and when the book was done and she gave her little girl another kiss on the cheek, she knew that this was right. It was perfect. "Did you like the story, princess?" Abigail asked, squeezing Katarina good and close.

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After asking if Abigail wouldn't prefer someone else, Katarina couldn't help but feel nervous and vulnerable, even though Abigail had already started to go along with things. Abigail's reaction was immediate, though, placating her and reassuring her with just a touch of desperation, clearly searching for the right words to express herself and put any doubts Katarina had to bed. Katarina was a little surprised when her demeanor seemed to change. Was she stepping out of the... game? Scene? They had sort of dived in without much terminology or negotiation. That could come later. This was clearly very important to Abigail, and she wanted to make sure Katarina would understand.

The Slavic woman let herself slip out as well, looking deep into Abigail's eyes to let her know she had her full attention. She let her own character drop, dropping the lisp and not trying to sound cute. "Thank you, Abigail, this all really means a lot to me... and... I really do think it might be helpful to you. I'm really glad you seem to be enjoying this. you are strong, and you are important. I was really worried that all of this was going to just seem too silly to work... I thought a more typical BDSM dynamic might be better, but... I really prefer things being soft and cute and you being my Mommy. Thank you so much for doing this. I will submit to you. I will do what you tell me to. I will accept a spanking if you decide I need one." Her expression softened a bit once more. "I'm gonna be a good girl, Mommy, so I don't hafta get any spankin's. I don' wanna make Mommy disappointed either." She said, finishing by slipping back into the lisp and pouting a bit. She hadn't realized how freeing it would feel to have someone watching over her. She could express herself much more. She didn't have to hold back her emotions, or worry about someone judging her because she was supposed to be tough and scary. Gods, she was tired of being scary.

"Oobleck!" she echoed excitedly, wriggling a bit and snuggling more into her Mommy. The story was familiar. It had been a long time since Katarina had read it, so she didn't know it by heart, but she remembered the art and most of the plot. At first, Abigail was just reading the words on the page, but for some reason, that didn't feel quite right, but Katarina couldn't figure out why. She turned the pages, looking at the art happily. Suddenly, Abigail growled quietly, right in her ear. Katarina jumped a little. Then her face lit up with a big smile as she giggled. From there, Abigail just got more and more into the story giving the characters voices, taking the sentences smoothly, adding inflection and emphasis that paired wonderfully with the rhyme, and just becoming more confident.

When Abigail finished, Katarina couldn't help herself. She clapped with joy. "Yay, Mommy!" That was fun! You're a really good reader! Thank you for reading to me. She put down her side of the book to lean towards Abigail, hugging her tightly and planting a kiss on her cheek as well.

This was amazing, Katarina had had no idea that this would go so perfectly. Abigail seemed to be settling into her role nicely... but where did they go from here? Should she suggest something, or should she wait for Mommy since she was in charge? "You gonna read another story, or is there somethin' else we gotta do? Or that you wanna do?" She asked curiously, trying to present the three options as equal.

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For as long as the two women had known each other, Abigail had been plagued by insecurity and self-doubt. They'd never really spoken to each other about the trauma they both knew the other dealt with, but they were aware of it, and they understood the damage their respective pasts had wreaked on their mental health. Fear chased Abigail through her daily life, and she struggled with a near crippling sense of powerlessness. She felt weak and helpless, and though various therapy sessions over the years had helped her learn to cope, none of them ever really gave her a sense of healing. She wasn't sure if that was happening now, either. Perhaps tonight, she'd wake up in a sweat of panic like she had so many other times before. But for a time, at least, she was allowed to feel good about herself like she hadn't done in years. And it was all thanks to the confidence Katarina placed in her.

_She believes in me,_ Abigail thought, and it was a good feeling. "I like being your Mommy too," she said and squeezed the other woman as tight as she could. "And I'm sure you'll always be a very good girl who never needs a spanking." Grinning, Abigail kissed Katarina's cheek, keeping to herself that she secretly hoped her little girl wouldn't always be so well behaved. Did that make her a bad Mommy? She didn't think so, and she had her suspicions that Katarina would be likewise disappointed if she didn't get her bottom warmed once in a while at the very least. That was a concern for another time, though. For now, they had a book to read.

Reading like this to Katarina was one of the most freeing experiences Abigail could remember having, and the joyful smile on her face was completely genuine. She loved seeing her little girl's reactions, the way she laughed and grinned and even jumped when Abigail growled. It made her feel good and strong and confident. She felt needed, and she felt wanted. She felt like she was in control, and for the first time in a very long time, she did not feel afraid.

When they'd finished reading, though, Abigail found herself at a loss for what to do next. This was all so very new to her. Would Katarina get bored of another story? For all her playing, she was still an adult, and that posed the very real risk that she'd weary of an endless stream of childish activities. On the other hand, Abigail didn't want to break the mood too quickly. Hearing Katarina offered up some options got the gears turning, though. "No more stories for now," Abigail said. "It's time to start working on some dinner, don't you think?" She paused then, battling a moment of indecision. Had Katarina eaten already? Abigail chewed her lip, thinking, until at last she had an idea. "Are you hungry? You've been such a good girl today, I think I'll let you decide what we have to eat. Nothing silly, though!" Mommy warned, squeezing Katarina's thighs to indicate she should get up. "And you have to help me get things ready. That means setting the table and washing up before we eat." Abigail paused, then added: "Do you want Mommy's help cleaning up, baby, or can you handle it?"


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Mary nodded to Evan's reassurances, the motion slow and subdued. Then she turned and walked out into the club and towards the bathrooms, a vacant look in her eyes. A few of the other patrons seemed to notice and gave her either grins or looks of mild concern. Mary noted that she wouldn't be surprised if she and Evan were checked up on before the end of the night. Stepping into the bathroom, Mary walked to the sinks and ran the water, cupping some in her hands, then dipping down to splash it on her face. She rubbed her cheeks and eyes, not caring what she did to her makeup for the moment. Breathing deeply, she came back to herself a bit more, her brain beginning to pick up and fire.

Looking into the mirror, Mary assessed herself. Some of her makeup had run, but she wasn't concerned about that at the moment. She still felt owned, like she belonged to Evan. Part of her was thrilled by the feeling, another part terrified, another part disgusted, and yet another part comforted. Fear seemed to be ringing the loudest at the moment, but just barely. Excitement and comfort together were easily louder. The disgust was sadly expected. She knew that she was a product of the culture she had grown up in, the somewhat puritanical bringing she had received from her parents. The championing of her power and autonomy by feminism and women in STEM movements. It was likely that she would walk away feeling like she was wrong for enjoying being submissive, that she had betrayed women as a group. She knew that she hadn't. The arguments she had armed herself with easily floated in. Submission was its own form of strength. Her Dom wasn't a Myssoginist. There were female Dommes in the club. She was allowed to enjoy her own body. She was allowed to be sexy and seductive. There was nothing wrong or dirty about her and her sexuality.

No, the problem here was with Evan and their jobs. This had supposed to have been a one-time. thing. He would show her this world, then they would part ways, and he could go back to hating her and what she represented for his team on Monday. But it had been so wonderful. She had felt so safe and desirable tied in his ropes, especially sitting on his lap, held in his arms. She had gone deep deep into submission. It had been... so liberating. She would need that again in the future. There was no question about it. And Evan wanted to give it to her. He was good. It was readily apparent that he had a lot of knowledge and experience. He had been gentle and patient with her and pushed her in just the right ways. More importantly than anything else, he had reacted so quickly to her safewording. He had gotten the ropes off her quickly and then stepped back to give her space, offered to leave or to help her. He had been wonderful. But he wanted more. He wanted to be her master for more than just tonight. he wanted her to earn her collar permanently. And it would be a lie to say that Mary did not want to earn it.

It couldn't work, though. A romantic relationship between a VP and a consultant looking to become an executive herself. It would look awful. And it would give the fat cats second guesses as to why she had fought to keep so much of Evan's team, even though the cowards had made her be the one to explain to Evan that he wasn't going to get to keep all of his ''Must haves''. Though that was what she was paid for. Or worse, they'd use it as an excuse to oust Evan, and try to justify bringing back one of the useless ones like Jason or Kerry. No, either one of them had to quit, or they couldn't have a relationship. and Evan quitting would be terrible for Whitworth Enterprises. She couldn't take the fiduciary position she had been aiming for in good faith if she had to fire Evan or ask him to resign to do it. So that's what it came down to then. Their relationship or her job.

Mary splashed some more water on her face, rubbing it, then looked at herself to try to clean off the makeup where it had gotten too messy. She checked herself over one more time and left the bathroom, walking much more steadily and purposefully now. She went to the bar and got a bottle of water, drank a few gulps, then walked back to the alcove. She smiled when she saw Evan was still there. "Thank you for waiting for me," she said calmly. Sitting down, she was surprised but touched to see the extra bottle of water, presumably for her.

"So..." Mary started, pausing for a few long seconds. "We need to talk," she said, settling into a business demeanor. "First and foremost, I think it's important to let you know that I'm not hurt, in any way, especially not by you. You were wonderful, and..." She faltered for a moment. "Maybe I shouldn't say this, but... I will remember this night for the rest of my life, I'm sure. So thank you. You're a wonderful dominant, and any submissive would be lucky to have you." Mary fell silent for another moment. "Before I go too far making assumptions, let me ask. Did you mean it? Did you mean when you said that you want to keep being my Master, that you want to train me and want me to earn my collar? Or was that something you were just saying in the scene to heighten things and make them more intense?"

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There were a million reasons to say no, or to say this couldn't work. And they were good reasons even, you know the first one that Evan was supposed to hate this woman and everything she represented. But did he feel that anymore? No, he could oppose her of course but what they'd shared would always taint his first instinct with a desire to cherish her and possess her the way they both wanted, needed really. Evan had stumbled into this life in college, and had to learn a lot of it by trial and error, sometimes with incredibly bad results. His last relationship had broken up because everything other than their play was a mess, and the play was so intense that it boiled over into every other part of their life and had very nearly exposed him at work. Mary certainly seemed more responsible than Stacy but... well the risk shot out the roof with the two of them constantly in close proximity. She was just temptation incarnate and he desperately would want to give into it.

They fit together so perfectly in this, while Evan could be a stern dom at times, he deeply enjoyed helping his subs experience their greatest pleasure and Mary had wanted it in just the perfect way. It had been a true pleasure with her and he'd have difficulty with any other sub measuring up to her example. He wanted to see her in subspace again and to get her to her completion, he wanted to just see the look on her face as she tasted the most intense pleasures.

When she returned, Mary seemed more calm, which was good, he was worried that they'd gone too far still and he visibly eased as the pressure melted off him, she was OK. He nodded agreement to needing to talk. "I'm glad I didn't hurt you. And... I know it was wonderful for me too you know. You're... exquisite. " he gave her a bit of a wolfish smile, but he was trying to tone down a bit, she needed to feel comfortable to express herself.

God she went right for the jugular with those questions, nothing held back and right to the point. He had to respect that though, she wanted to know his intentions, and he of course wanted to know hers. "There was probably a part of it that wanted to see how much pleasure I could give you in that moment... but I meant it. I know what it means and I know every reason why we can't just as well as I'm sure you do. But, I meant every word. I've been with plenty of subs in my life, I'm not trying to brag, but it's incredibly intense with you Mary. The thought of anyone else being your dom, or taking advantage of you as a sub is upsetting to me."

He sighed, at least he was being honest about his feelings though he was already quite convinced this was going to end unhappily. "What about you? Now that you've had time to think about it, did you mean it when you said you wanted me to collar you? I didn't ask just to get you going... I meant it. I've made a lot of choices in my life that required me to put aside things that I wanted in order to do the smart thing or the necessary thing. But I don't want to put this aside... so I guess I need to ask you, how are you feeling about all of this? I know, I'm older than you, we're at each others throats five days a week but..." his deep blue eyes searched for hers "I can't lie and say I don't want to do it again and deal with the consequences."

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Despite herself, Mary couldn't help but smile a bit when Evan called her exquisite, gently shaking her head in disbelief to try to get back to some sort of emotional equilibrium. Thankfully her blunt questioning seemed to bring the mood and tone down to a slow steam rather than a simmer. His language, though, his admission that he had found the little that they'd done incredibly intense, how he felt upset thinking of someone else getting to be her dom, the touch of concern for her wellbeing with someone he couldn't protect her from. Mary took a deep breath in, and let it out slowly, trying to keep herself calm. Part of her felt like such possessiveness should be alarming to her, should make her want to simply say it could never work. A much louder and larger part of herself said that was exactly what she wanted... and that want was quickly becoming a need. She wasn't sure she would be able to be satisfied who wasn't just as possessive.

By every measure, Evan had shown himself to be safe. Despite his possessiveness and the jealousy in his heart, he had stopped immediately when she safeworded, worked quickly to free her, given her space, and offered to leave her alone or to talk her through things as they were doing now.

Mary nodded slowly in response to Evan's question. "In that moment, I wanted it very desperately. In my mind, it was a need greater than food or water. Stepping back..." She let out a long sigh. "There's no reason not to be completely honest about this. I still want it. I want to earn your collar, to prove how good of a slave I can be for you, to make you happy and proud, for you to take away all of my autonomy and decisions, all control over my body. I'm just... I'm not sure if I will want it as much in a few hours or tomorrow. I think I've discovered that I do indeed want to be a submissive. Whether that desire fades as well is, of course, a question, and maybe your style of domination isn't the best for me ... I can't find out if I don't give someone else a try..." Mary looked at the floor, biting her lip while her hands fidgeted with her water bottle. "...But maybe I don't want to find out. I... I've never believed in love at first sight or soul mates. I still don't. ...But maybe I believe in love at first tie. It's certainly a romantic concept." She said, smiling slightly as she stared off into space.

She fell silent for a moment, then laughed. "Gods... what is wrong with me?" She shook her head with a self-deprecating grin, then looked up at Evan again. "That's a question for philosophers, though, isn't it? Not one we'll likely get to the bottom of tonight, and likely one that one, if not both of us, will be pondering for the rest of my life." She grinned again, then let her face drop back into a business expression. "I know you said that we both likely know every reason why it won't work. Perhaps we should go over them, though, or at least try to come up with a path forwards. We have a few options that I can see. The simplest would be to simply part ways here and do our best to pretend that tonight never happened. Neither of us wants that, but perhaps it would be best for us. The second would be to continue on and hope nothing comes to light at work, probably dangerous. Third would be to go to HR immediately and figure out if we'd be breaking any company policies. If we are, they're likely to ask that one of us resign. Which brings us to number four; you resign. It might surprise you to learn that I'm strongly opposed to that idea. I don't know how badly your team needs you, but it's been obvious from the start that you're one of the minority of VPs that's worth a damn. And as hard as I've fought you for each concession on your team and budget, I've fought just as hard with the higher-ups to keep as much of your team as we can. If they'd listen to me, I'd tell the entire C-suite that the best thing they could do for the company would be to resign and free up their salaries for the people actually making sure anything happens." A grimace of disgust was on Mary's face as she spoke.

She sighed and shook her head. "Without you there in order to save your team, I'd have to start fighting even harder for them, and with you leaving, it might cause questions anyways. And that... that brings us to the fourth option I resign, or we keep things under wraps until my contract expires. I think you can guess why I think me stepping down is a bad idea that wouldn't really help you. But... Gods, I can't believe I'm telling you this. A few hours ago, I wouldn't have thought that it would happen in a million years. ...I've applied for the open Process improvement and quality control position. I was hoping after I stopped playing the wicked witch of budget cuts, I could re-introduce myself to you and your team as someone who genuinely wants to make their jobs both better and more productive. So I'd have to give up that plan. Every one of the options that I can see is either bad or risky. I just don't see a way out of this."

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Evan almost had to laugh, in the last few minutes he'd come to respect her a great deal more for her business mind, and all it took for them to find common ground was for him to tie her up until she begged for more. He didn't think that same strategy would work with most of the people he worked with, and to be honest Evan wasn't much interested in trying it with anyone BESIDES Mary.

Some of what she said was honestly quite fair, he had to check that part of himself a bit, the rules were there for a reason and if you just let the play devour your entire life it was very pleasurable... for a time. And then you had to watch as your life went up in flames because you were too busy indulging. But there was some good news in there too, it wasn't all just rain on the parade. He gave her a slight smile at the love at first tie "Do I accept that you're a free woman who has the right to try other doms as she wishes? Of course, I'm not a complete pig... but on the other hand do I think anyone would be able to top you the way you need? To properly make sure you're safe and taken to the absolute limits of pleasure? For that I think I'm the only one for the job. It's arrogant sure but I think you might like that arrogance, a little bit anyway." He wanted to hug her but it wasn't that kind of moment, they needed this distance to hash things our before they got messy... well messier than they already were.

"If there's something wrong with you the same thing is wrong with me. But I don't think there is. I know what we want is different from most folks, but we understand the boundaries and the rules, so as long as we're both on that page I think its surprisingly healthy. You deserve to have what you want Mary and you definitely shouldn't feel guilty over it." He listened to each option, his face doing a poor job of hiding his reaction. The first one was not ideal, the second was probably the only one that let them have everything... until it blew up in their faces. Each option frankly sucked and the news that she'd be sticking around if possible made things more difficult, if she was going to leave they could keep it on the down low for a few months but if she was staying put? Well that is the kind of thing that made it exponentially more difficult. He listened to all of it and then let out a long sigh, running a hand through his brown hair that was just starting to get some salt mixed in with the pepper.

"Whitworth means a lot to me. The founder of the company hired me. I wasn't employee number one but I'm closer to that than I am to the modern day. And honestly you're doing a great job of flattering me right now. If you'd said a few things like that in our meetings we might not have gotten into a shouting match... but maybe next time I have an ace in the hole..." he grinned and teased her lightly. He'd never think to use this against her, it stood so starkly against his belief in what they did in these spaces.

"I know the company is in trouble and honestly... I know you're more right than wrong. But those people you recommended get fired? I know every single one of them, I know their families too. It stings, it feels like everything that place was for me is going away and I'm just trying to hold onto a little piece of it. It's not your fault and... I'm sorry I yelled at you. Frankly I know you do good work even if I hate what you're doing." He took a few cautious steps towards her, just to try and close some of the distance between them.

"There is no way out of this that's easy. And I can't promise you that. I will promise you that I will never discuss what happened here with another living soul, whatever decision we end up on. You deserve to be safe in knowing that I will not use this against you. But I want to try this, I don't want to stop. Is it stupid? Yeah honestly it's among the more stupid things I've ever done but that doesn't really stop me from wanting it and I doubt it does for you either. I want to try and keep it secret, at least until we can see I'd what we have is just a fun night, or something both of us really want. I think we owe it to ourselves to try. But it's your decision, you know where I stand on it and you don't need to make the decision tonight either, I'm not demanding that from you. But honestly? The thought of you trying to earn your collar is just... well it makes my toes curl and I desperately want to help you get there." His cheeks flushed a bit with the awkward admissions, that was more than he'd really wanted to say but... he was glad he'd said it. It was nice when he could be honest about his desires, as rarely as he got to be. "Whitworth isn't particularly welcoming of... alternative lifestyles so I've gotten pretty good at keeping secrets. With rules... we can make it work I think."

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Mary gave Evan a thoughtful nod as he explained that he accepted her autonomy as a free woman. She couldn't help but smirk as he mentioned that he believed that she liked his arrogance. "I'll neither confirm nor deny that at the moment." She said playfully. The assertion that she deserved to have what she wanted only made the smirk grow. "Deserve is a very subjective concept. I don't think that anyone deserves anything except food, love, clothing, shelter, medical care, and community support. But those are needs... not wants..." She paused for a moment, contemplative. "Though I suppose that from that, you could argue that I deserve a competent and loving Master. By that measure, perhaps you deserve obedient and attentive submissive. I'm not saying it should be me necessarily, but it would seem that our wants and perhaps needs are well aligned. ...I do agree that I shouldn't feel guilty. ...there's a large difference between knowing that logically and knowing that emotionally."

The young woman nodded along to Evan's explanations with a small grin. "My job is to make suggestions and to take heat off of the executives for unpopular decisions. You don't have to apologize for yelling at me. I get paid to get yelled at. And for some of the things I've told you, I probably would have yelled at anyone telling me the same things. Quite frankly, I can think of at least three people that don't provide value to the company and could save the jobs of everyone we're laying off by resigning. It's infuriating but simultaneously familiar and mundane, all too common. I don't blame you for getting passionate about the people you know so personally. Quite frankly, I'd think much less of you if you didn't care as much as you do. And some of your words and reports have helped me save jobs that otherwise would have been thrown away." Mary smiled at Evan, "Thank you for the acknowledgment of the value that I provide."

A frown crept onto Mary's face as she considered the risks that Evan reemphasized. "You're very right... I do want to try this too. I think the decision might be better left until the future when we've had time to think things over and let the first date tingles fade. You have my word that I won't tell a soul, either. Though, after all, if either of us spills the beans, the other can quite easily ruin things for the other. You report me, I report you, and vice versa. We're in this together whether we like it or not."

Mary laughed when Evan told her that Whitworth wasn't welcoming of alternative lifestyles. "Oh goodness. I wasn't thinking of telling them about the dominant and submissive things at all. Just that we started dating. Put it in terms for the Vanillas to understand." She smirked again, playfully looking down on those that didn't understand their lifestyle.

Closing her eyes, Mary took a deep breath and let it out slowly, letting the last of her business persona wash away and letting what was left of her emotions from before back into her mind. "For tonight, however, I'd really like to get the most out of the rest of it that we can. At the very least, some proper aftercare. Cuddles, praise, reassurance that I didn't mess up unless I did, and that you aren't upset with me... unless you are..." Mary looked at Evan with a vulnerable expression, her body language much more withdrawn than she had been when discussing business and how they were going to go forwards. "You could tie me up again if you would like, wouldn't need to be something complicated either, just something to make me feel held and possessed. If you wanted to do something more intense, we'd need to build back up to it, I think... but, um... does that work for you?" The word 'Master' was on the tip of her tongue, but Mary didn't want to force it on Evan if he wanted to drop the roles for the rest of the night. She looked at him with a hopeful, almost pleading expression. Trying, but most likely failing to not pressure him to make a decision one way or another

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Evan watched her play the whole thing out in front of him, gaining an even greater respect for her mind as she did. This could have certainly gone worse, anything better than "I think we need to break up entirely" was a win in his book, because it let him continue with this for a while longer, convince her of what they already both knew in his mind. "I do argue that, you deserve your happiness and I don't think you're going to be happy until the proper man is taking proper care of you... and the proper man is me. I know what I'm risking but I still think it's worth that risk. I've never carried on with a coworker in my entire life, I've always made sure to keep those things separate and it's served me well. But... I've never really been this tempted to break that rule before either."

He couldn't help but feel his ego swell a bit as she flattered him, "Still, yelling might not have been the best option available to me. I should be more... in control" he couldn't help but let a slight smirk cross his lips when he said that last word. Then she said what he really wanted to hear, that she wanted to try too. He knew it was a bad idea and so did she but... the heart wants what it wants and neither of them seemed particularly willing to let those desires go, both had gone way too deep way too quickly and were going to keep chasing that high. For how long? Who knows. But Mary was the kind of girl he'd be interested in even if she DIDN'T share this particular kink, though he was one that was never going to go back to having relationships with vanilla women again. He'd tried it and it always ended the same, frustrated on all fronts until eventually they both found an excuse to move on with their lives. But she was the kind of woman he liked outside of the kink too, smart, clever, a good conversationalist and certainly easy on the eyes. The fact that she also craved to be owned by him was the frosting on the cake and what made the whole thing impossible for him to resist.

"I'm just saying, I've kept my business and my personal life apart for a reason because if anyone ever discovered what I was into, that would certainly jeopardize my standing... and frankly as unfair as it is, it's worse for you. You're capable, extremely so, and you deserve the respect that comes along with that but people will always stupidly judge you for something that's frankly none of their business..." he scowled at that idea, seemingly not the first time he'd had to deal with such things.

Evan watched the change in her as she fell back towards her role, it felt almost natural for him to slide towards his as well, becoming a bit more aggressive and dominant with his sub. HIS sub, nobody elses, at least for tonight... for tomorrow who could say but he wanted to fight to keep this one and he could be quite convincing when he wanted to be. He gave her a devilish grin as he sidled up to her, wrapping his arms around her "Oh I don't know about that Mary, I think I could provide some very good aftercare and all the praise your heart could want but you haven't said any of the things you need to say to ensure you get that. You need to ask for it... maybe even beg a little and then... well then I think I could show you what a good girl you've been for me tonight." That made it quite clear that Evan was happy to jump back into it, usually when a scene ended he was happy to put that part of himself aside for the night, but... she had a way of drawing it out of him and given how it had ended he didn't want the night to be finished on a sour note... he always wanted to make sure his Sub went home happy so she would beg him for more, Sooner rather than later ideally.