Trigger Warning: This chapter contains depictions of extreme dominant behavior well into the realm of humiliation. All acts against other people in this chapter are
consensual
.
The Tattle Tale
Chapter Seven
It took more than a year of training on her part and learning on mine before I took a bold step. I spoke with Joey about my intentions and that I needed him to not interfere with me. I needed to go through with the plan I had come up with on my own. When he asked why, I told him it was the final test, except it was her that needed to be tested in my eyes, not me.
"You've communicated well with me and her over the last year or so, babe. Melissa has taught you so much and you've absorbed it all. I'm proud of you for all of this. Our life as we know it is all your doing and I think I can speak for all three of us when I tell you that we all could not be happier."
I nodded and said, "Yes, but there's one thing left."
I motioned for him to follow me. I lead him to our bedroom and rooted around in my panty drawer until I found it.
"When I had time alone, I took time to decorate this," I told him as I showed the decoration.
It was a small padlock. It was brushed silver with a slightly longer than usual shackle. I affixed small, deep red gemstones in strategic places. For the rest, I carefully engraved her name on the side that would be facing out. Around her name, I inscribed ornate style lines that closely matched my collar. On the back, I carved a heart with a date neatly printed on the inside. It was when she first took part in what was then our game.
I pointed out each thing to him and told him why I did it. He listened intently and his smile widened with each explanation.
"You spent so much time on this, Kelly," he started before I interrupted him.
"I would like you to call me Kitten. I loved that she picked that name for me, and I would like you to adopt it as well," I told him.
"Of course," he said. "You spent so much time on this, Kitten. I know she'll love it."
"She will if she can reach beyond what I intend to do first," I said hesitantly.
"If she can't, she doesn't really deserve this, does she, Kitten?"
I grinned at him as I stared into his eyes and said, "No, sir, she doesn't."
He made love to me that morning, but my mind was on my other lover. The initial excitement I felt about Melissa inevitably faded away, but the honeymoon phase still very much existed with her just as it had continued on for my husband. That morning when I showed my husband the gift I was going to present to my Mistress, my excitement roared back, and I became nervous to see her that day.
I was rightfully nervous since I could either come home with her hand in mine or come home alone, never to see her again.
After my shower, I meticulously picked out what was going to wear. Each garment was inspected carefully. I put my bra and panties on and spun around while looking in the mirror. I focused on my butt since, just like Joey, she had come to adore. My panties hugged my hips nicely but not tight enough to indent my skin. That was a requirement she never let up on. My dress freshly ironed the day before. It was a plain red dress that stopped halfway down my thighs and only a quarter the way down my arms.
I put my hair up and slipped on my shoes. My dress had a small pocket on the front where I put the small lock. Finally, I adjusted my collar as I imagined the tiny lock dangling from the front of it.
Please don't hate me for what I'm about to do,
I thought.
I pulled up to her place and quickly walked to the door. I took a deep breath, open the door and walked in. She had almost made it to the door, and stared at me in surprise as I walked past her and didn't acknowledge her.
"Kelly?" she said as she chased me into the kitchen.
I took the first drink from the fridge I could get my hand on and sat at the small table. I kicked my feet up and took a sip.
"What are you doing?" she asked.
The surprise in her appearance was gone and replaced with building anger.
"I need to know why nobody can touch you without your permission," I casually told her.
She stepped up to me quickly and angrily addressed my actions.
"What's gotten into you that you think you can just walk in here and demand things from me?"
"Tell me," I said, my tone getting more confident and aggressive.
"I don't owe an explanation to you or anyone else," she told me, maintaining strict eye contact and her previous level of aggression in her tone.
I stood quickly and put my face in hers.
"Then tell me,
Melissa
," I said, mocking her name, "how bad does this get? You're hiding something from me, and I can't be everything to you if I don't know your last secret. What are you afraid of? Are you holding back something from me?"
I was angry then. I furled my brow and glared into her eyes.
"Stop it, Kelly," she said with a shaky voice.
"Why are you trembling?" I asked. I had become accusatory. "What the
fuck
am I to you that you feel you have to still hide things from me?"
Melissa said nothing. She stood there, shaking.
"Show me what you're afraid of," I whispered through gritted teeth.
In my heart, I knew I wasn't in danger of physical violence. I had studied her for a year and based on my observations, I was convinced that she was holding back. She had a secret that controlled her actions. Rather, keeping that secret might have been how she was able to control herself. I felt sometimes that inside she wanted more.
Still shaking slightly, she said, "Ask me one more time."
"Show me how bad it can get. Show me what you're capable of."
"Are you going to leave me if I don't?" she asked me with anger building in her eyes.