She sat next to the woman on the bar stool. Her long black skirt and long sleeved red top, cut close to her neck revealed nothing of her body. She wore black shoes with black stockings, but only her ankles could be seen.
"So you think you are a slave." the blond woman said.
"yes Ma'am," the girl replied, looking down.
"What makes you think that?"
"My desires Ma'am."
"Understandable. But you said you have a problem."
"Yes Ma'am."
"You are unable to release the passion inside you. You are unable to obey because of hangups that plague you."
"In short, yes Ma'am."
"You can't even bear the touch of another human being." she asked.
"No Ma'am, not more than a handshake anyway Ma'am."
"And how do you expect a Domme to overcome this?"
"I don't Ma'am. I expect to be alone my whole life."
"But you wish a Domme could overcome your problem."
"Yes Ma'am."
In order to avoid the woman's hard gaze Grace looked around the room. The bar had glasses hanging from racks over the bar, and lights hanging from the ceiling on the dance floor. There were also toys such as St Andrews crosses, and spanking benches There were people playing at some of the stations; Masters beating their slaves and Mistresses beating theirs.
"What makes you think someone can help you?"
"I don't Ma'am."
"But you hope regardless."
"Yes."
"You have a very pretty face Grace dear," the Lady said.
Grace blushed, "Thank you Ma'am," she replied looking down.
"Of course you have no idea what I do for a living," the Lady said, "So I shall tell you."
Grace looked at her for a moment and the Lady went on.
"I am a psychologist, and a hypnosis therapist. I deal mostly with abused women and I have ties with women's shelters in the city."
Grace's eyes widened in surprise and hope lighted in her.
"That seems to surprise you. Do you find something strange in that?"
"To be honest Ma'am, it does seem strange that a Domme would specialize in helping those abused. Isn't there a fine line between the lifestyle and abuse?"
"Yes indeed there is a fine line. But, there IS a line. And I never cross it, though some in the lifestyle do."
"You seem quite a lovely Lady, Lady Amanda Ma'am. Smart and beautiful as well as a little dangerous."
"Thank you girl. Shall we meet here again tomorrow night?"
"I would like that very much Ma'am."
"Good. Be here at 9."
"Yes Ma'am. see You then," Grace replied as Lady Amanda got up and left.
Grace was impatient all day. She could remember every moment spent with Lady Amanda. The look of Her hair, what She had been wearing, and even the smell of Her perfume, the nuance in her voice, and every detail of their conversation.
Lady Amanda was just as beautiful the next time Grace saw her. Her long blond hair falling about her shoulders, covering the thin straps of Her black and red calf-length dress. Her makeup was flawless and her beautiful blue eyes sparkled underneath her powdered lids and long black eyelashes.
"Hello Lady Amanda," Grace said smiling.
"Hello my girl, instead of sitting at the bar tonight, lets get a table."
"As you wish Ma'am."
Lady Amanda led the way to a small booth table against the back wall and took a seat while discreetly pointing at the ground near her. Grace saw Lady Amanda's finger pointing at the floor and knelt beside her.
"Very good my girl," Lady Amanda said. "You are paying attention."
"I can but try Ma'am."
A waitress stopped at their table and asked what Lady Amanda would like to drink. Lady Amanda ordered for the both of them. The waitress returned quickly and set Lady Amanda's drink down on the table and reached down to Grace with hers. Lady Amanda and Grace thanked her and the waitress moved off to another table.
"Do you drive Grace?" Lady Amanda asked as they sipped their drinks.
"I have my licence, but I don't currently own a car Ma'am."
"Ok." Lady Amanda replied.
They talked for a long while. When they had finished their drinks Lady Amanda ordered another round for them, but ordered soft drink for Grace instead of her vodka and orange juice that she had been drinking. And then they continued their talk. The more they talked the more Lady Amanda smiled, and the more Grace's heart palpitated. She thought about it for a moment in a lull in the conversation and she knew she was falling for this Lady.
After a couple of hours and several soft drinks and rum and cokes, Lady Amanda looked down at Grace and said, "Grace, last night I decided that I needed to help you. And I think I can. I am very good."
"That is wonderful Ma'am," Grace replied.
"I am not finished yet my girl," Lady Amanda said, chiding her smilingly for her interruption. "But I like you very much. There are two ways I could help you, and which way would depend on how our relationship is going to go. But here is the thing my girl. I like you very much. If, and I stress the if, all were to go well, I would like to eventually own you."
Grace's heart rose in her chest and she blushed and looked down at the floor. "Thank you Ma'am."
"That actually gives me the better chance of succeeding in helping you my girl, but I have wanted to get to know you better in order to decide which way I would go with this. If I hadn't wanted to own you, I would have had to try a different, less personal approach. But I still would have tried."
"Yes Ma'am, thank You Ma'am," Grace replied.
"But you also have to want this. Are you interested in pursuing a relationship with me Grace my girl?" Lady Amanda asked.
"Yes I am Ma'am. I find you to be beautiful and smart and kind, and wise, and wonderful. I am very attracted to you on many levels."
"Good. You may address me as Mistress from now on and we will see where this leads."
"Yes Mistress, thank you Mistress," Grace replied smiling up at her shyly for a moment then returning her gaze to the floor.
"Good girl. We're leaving. You're going to drive me to your home and we're going to talk in a much more intimate setting."
"Yes Mistress," Grace replied, following Mistress Amanda two steps behind as she got up and headed for the door.
Mistress Amanda led her to a small sporty older model black bmw. "Nice car Mistress," Grace said as Mistress Amanda handed her the keys. "Thank you my girl. I like it. Its fun without being ostentatious."
Grace smiled and unlocked the passenger door and held it open. Mistress Amanda got in and Grace closed it behind Her, then walked round and got in the other side.
The car drove well and Grace was impressed. After she began to get used to how it drove Mistress Amanda picked up their conversation from where they'd left off. The more they talked, the more Grace became attracted to Her and the more hope rose up in her. But she was deathly afraid of yet another let down and it showed on her face.
"What is wrong my girl?"
"I have been here before Mistress. I am afraid to hope because there have been others who said they could help. I am hopeful, but scared to hope for fear of being let down yet again."
"I completely understand Grace my girl. There is nothing I can do for the moment to change that feeling. But if I am successful, and I make no promises, then you will no longer need hope. At least not for that."
"I understand Mistress. How are You going to help me?"
"I will not share the details my girl, you don't need to know. But in broad strokes, I am going to help you release the passion within you and help you become the girl you want to be."
"Yes Mistress, thank You."
"You can thank me when I've succeeded my girl. But if I succeed, I think you are going to be a lovely slave."
"Yes Mistress."
Grace wondered and pondered. Mistress was a hypnotist so that could be one of the methods she used. But Mistress Amanda didn't give her a lot of time to think. She kept asking questions and the conversation went on until they pulled into Grace's apartment complex.
Grace got out and opened Mistress Amanda's door for her and then locked the car and handed Mistress Amanda the keys. Then they walked side by side to Grace's apartment and Grace unlocked the door and stepped back for Mistress to precede her into her home.
Grace showed her around her small home and then fixed them each a drink and served it to her with both hands on the glass. "Thank you my girl," She said.
"You are welcome Mistress," Grace said kneeling beside the couch where Mistress Amanda sat.
As they drank Mistress Amanda asked many pointed questions. About the fantasies Grace had, about the women she admired, about who she thought she might like to be. "I sense a battle within you my girl," after Grace had refilled their drinks.
"I am not surprised Mistress."
"You desire to be free to express the passion you feel deep inside, but the women who do so, lack your respect."
"I am not sure that is entirely accurate Mistress."
"How so?"
"I don't think it is them that I lack respect for," she whispered tears coming to her eyes.
"I know my girl. I know."
Grace took a large swallow of her drink and looked down at the floor.
"But all this talk has given me much to work with my girl. And I have a plan. But it is going to require a lot of trust on your part."
"May I ask, Mistress?"
"You may ask. I may not answer though."
"Of course Mistress, it is not always for the slave to know." Grace paused and looked up at her Mistress and then asked the question, "May I ask what Your plan is Mistress?"
"I am going to create a slut, and then put her inside you my girl."
Grace blushed and looked at the ground as her heart raced and she began trembling.
"That scares you," Mistress said, deadpan.
"Yes Mistress."
"What else does it make you feel?"
"Anticipation Mistress, and something more."
"What?"
