Destiny
Two days later Jenna found herself still at odds with whether or not she could go through with fulfilling her promise of returning to Golding's once more. Back to where she was to receive the second, and insisted upon 'treatment' for her injured thigh.
Standing outside the brightly lit gym, the young woman shuffled her feet, moving with uncertainty, unable to open the front door and cross the threshold in to what it was; she still wasn't sure, and nor was she ready to admit why she had indeed returned as instructed.
Her nerves were getting the best of her, she knew that as soon as she stepped through this glass store-front door, the older woman Janice, or 'Ma'am' as she had been adamant about being called - she would see Jenna and she would know, there would be nowhere to hide, and she would know why she had returned.
Feeling panicked and still unable to face whatever truth about herself was going to be discovered the moment she stepped through this door and whatever that was - in this moment, she wasn't able to face it, she couldn't let herself bridge the gap, cross that threshold and see - see what awaited her on the other side.
With quiet dread resonating from deep within - she had to walk away...
"I'll come back tomorrow and just say that I had the day's mixed up..." She reasoned to herself in what she will say to the woman when she plucked up the courage that she was giving herself one more day to find.
However, no matter how many times she had thought this over in the last two days and had tried to talk herself out of ever returning, she knew deeper down in her heart, in her being; she knew she was fighting a losing battle.
"Why should I go back? My leg feels a lot better; I don't need another of her 'treatments'..." Jenna continued trying to reason, her effort however weak and rather unconvincing, even to her, she knew she was making up excuses while still not wanting to let herself believe how much she had strangely enjoyed being treated so roughly by this strong, dominant woman, and to be spanked by her no less.
But such was not to be on this night. Jenna had let her feet go cold as she stood outside the gym and now as she walked the short distance, the few blocks back to her small apartment, she was force to leave all of her questions unanswered for one more day.
Janice too was disappointed, having spotted the younger woman standing outside the door, obviously wrestling with her thoughts and fears. While practically willing the girl to open the door but knowing she would have to do this on her own; Janice had not signalled through the glass, waved or let the girl know that she had watched and waited for her entry. Somewhat dishearten that the girl hadn't entered the gym, she did still remain hopeful in knowing that the younger woman had come very close to crossing that line and that all may not be lost just yet.
***
Thinking her evening would have been spent getting to know Jenna a little better and to see how far she might be able to take the young woman, Janice found herself wondering what she might do with the free evening she had before her. Then with a devilish smile crossing her face she thought of the previous research she had looked into - and now that she was very close to having the young woman - Jenna - here - back within her clutches, this suddenly free evening would be the perfect opportunity to further her education in this Dominant-Submissive lifestyle.
It was not too long after her brief affair with young Courtney when Janice decided that she wanted to delve deeper into this world of control. She wanted to learn about the dynamics of the D/S relationship, she wanted to learn how to be a top, she wanted to learn what to say and do while in this position of control.
Revisiting her first foray into the internet's depth that has no bottom when it came to such matters - and after changing into another of her favoured short and silky night gowns and pouring herself a glass of wine, her laptop at the ready - Janice once more dipped her toe into the waters of this hugely exciting world of D/S relationships.
Taking a slightly different approach Janice first chose to enter a forum dedicated to dominant women and after following a few threads (and not really caching on) she chose to read a few tutorials instead. Some or most of what she read dealt with the psychology involved, how the mind works of both the Dominant and the Submissive. Reading how the Submissive will crave and seek out a dominant partner, this was a bit of an eye opener.
Up until her tryst with Courtney, Janice had always bed submissive men but what she had always assumed or believed was that their motivation in being subservient to her was given rise from their want of merely getting into her panties, they had been being given the chance to fuck a woman who for most of the men, she was someone who was way out of their league, and for the chance, bending to her will became second-thought. Yet to this, Janice never had a problem because she was getting her way - and of everything, this is what got her off the most, getting her way, being in control.
Reading and learning about the psyche of the Sub mind wasn't the only eye opener Janice discovered while on this her second net-quest. Having firsthand knowledge of things such as 'Queening' her Sub Janice soon found her mind swimming and pussy dampening with some of the other things she was finding this time around.
Some of these included things like pee-play and something called 'figging' had Janice's attention. She had heard of Golden Showers but had always found it a rather disgusting activity reserved for perverted old men, however what she was reading here came across as something completely different. In this article she was reading, the theme of pee-play was about a dominant woman's assertion over her Sub.
The writer described the act in terms of the Sub kneeling to lick and kiss the wet lips of their Dom's pussy and pubic hair after the Dom had finished peeing into a toilet. The gist of it being that the Sub was to show their devotion through offering themselves as their Dom's toilet paper.
"Oh that's nasty... But I love it..!" Janice said aloud to herself, sipping her wine she continued reading.
The next part in the article talked about something Janice had never heard of - nor would she have ever imagined in her entire life. Something called 'figging' where the Sub is made to endure the pain and discomfort brought on from having a Ginger sprig, peeled and carved into the shape of a 'butt-plug' then inserted or placed in the anus for a determinate amount of time. Which, according to the writer who appeared to have firsthand knowledge, said that it was the least pleasurable experience they had endured in the researching and writing of the article, citing that it hurt most when the anus was clenched while in the anticipation having to endure something like a sharp spanking where the muscles in the rear-end also tend to tighten with each blow.
"Oh my God..! Janice said after reaching the articles end. Never in her life had she pictured anything such as these things she had just read about here. Learning so much more this time around once again made her feel like a novice who still had a long way to go - and if anything, she was probably just as naive as the young woman Jenna. The trick she guessed was in not letting Jenna know; leaving her in the dark while together they learned and explored.
