Authors note: So I wrote this story because I really haven't seen a lot of MommyDom stories on here. It's nothing to deal with incest or actual mother and son relationships, but it's a great caring and rewarding kind of dom/sub thing. As a larger male, I've always kinda been laughed off when trying to explain things that I would like that kinda fell in to this category. So for the longest time, i just gave up and tried to be the strong male that I was always expected to be. But my spouse has been able to strip that away and allow to me to be vulnerable and open, and its so rewarding showing the one I love that side. She also enjoys it and it just made us grow closer together, so I guess this story was pulled from real life experiences and I hope this sheds some light on a caring type of relationship that gets a lot of freaked out responses due to the "Mommy" part.
Trance felt the cold air on her skin as her world crumbled around her, people near her going about their own lives while she felt like hers had ended. Seeing her fiancé, Jask, leaving the hotel that he had no business being at, hugging a woman in a long black dress before turning and walking away from her.
Trance stood on the other side of the street and to his back, she braced herself on the corner of the building and tried to catch her breath. The woman was beautiful, her porcelain skin looked as if it was glowing in the lights from the building, a white shawl around her shoulders and loosely fluttering in the slight breeze of the night. Trance turned her back from her and took a few steps down the adjacent street she was on, her world spinning and her legs weak. Her knees shaking and her stomach tight as if she might double over and vomit, she felt tears swelling in her eyes. She steeled herself and tried to get her legs to move, to head home and try to keep a brave face.
A quick taxi ride and a brisk walk and she was home, in the kitchen and waiting for Jask to enter and greet her like he always did. He had told her that on Thursday nights they had to stay late to plan the on-call staff for the weekend and ensure everything was in line for the following week. She knew Jask was a dispatcher for a trucking company, constantly monitoring shipments and timetables to ensure the company made its deadlines. Taking in driver fatigue of his employees and weather of the areas they traveled through, he was a constant tense ball of nerves that seemed to never be able to let work go. He was the picture of reliability, a model manager and soon to be husband, the people he led respected and adored him. She had so much pride in him, constantly going above and beyond for those that asked, never faltering or burdening others with lack of compassion for the situations they found themselves in.
Her train of thought was hindered as she heard the door lock click, his key turning the dead bolt and opening it. She felt the tears swelling again, holding her hand to her chest and trying not to faulter, she wasn't even sure how she would react to seeing him. Would she lash out, would she slap him across his cheek and call out his actions, he seemed to barely be able to touch her most nights. She wanted to be more intimate with him, feeling like she had to coax him into a pre-marital fucking whenever she could get the chance. She thought it was just him trying to abstain until after marriage, but was it because he was giving himself to someone else? The lady in black that had him wrapped around her finger, the way he seemed to walk on air as if he was floating when he left her.
She exited the kitchen, pausing at the guest bathroom and looking at herself in the mirror for a moment to assess her appearance. She was taller than most females, just a few inches under six foot, her breast heavy and her hips were wide. The picture of an hourglass figure that most men would fawn over, she wasn't petite by any means, but her waist wasn't out of control. Her thighs were thick, and she was accustomed to men snapping their necks to look at her butt, leering eyes and mouths hanging open in aww as her firm globes made any dress or pair of pants look naughtier than intended. She had dark creamy brown skin with soft features and hazel eyes, her mother being of Asian descent while her father was African. She was proud of her heritage and appreciated the physique it granted her, but now she wondered if it was enough as she looked at herself.
She brushed a bit of her long dark hair from her face, 'Would he be happier with a woman like her?' she thought.
"Hey baby, how was your day?" Jask asked.
Trance snapped her attention to him, he was a few inches taller than her, his shoulders were broad, and he had an athletic build. Working out at home and eating right had ensured he carried himself with pride when he walked, his chest entering any room first as his pecks were large and his head was held high. She felt herself quiver for a moment, wondering what she should do, how she should act after learning of where he really was on Thursday nights. That he wasn't at work, that he was with that woman, probably rutting into her like an animal, throwing money on her as she gave in to his every desire.
'How could you, how could you do this to me?' she thought.
"Hello dear, tough day at the office?" she said, masking her distaste.
Jask nodded his head, "Pretty trying, but I think we'll make it alright." He responded.
'Liar! You were with her, you were fucking her!' Trance said internally.
"Well that's wonderful, why don't you get settled in and we'll have some dinner while watching a movie, how's that sound?" She asked with care as she approached him and rubbed his chest.
Jasks face softened as he heard her offer, "Baby, that sounds wonderful!"
'Really!?!? Not as wonderful as a night with her, I bet!' she thought.
Trance smiled and looked into his caring brown eyes, brushing a finger through his light brunette hair and smiling.
'Why?' she thought.
She leaned in and kissed him, feeling his tender lips, him pressing back into her and returning the sentiment before Trance broke the touch and leaned back.
'Why wouldn't you just ask me?'
She let her hand fall from his face and run down his large strong arm, smiling and seeing the care in his eyes.
'Whatever she does, I would do it for you, I could be that woman.'
"Go sit down, I'll bring you a plate." Trance said.
'You don't have to pay me to do it, I would do it all without a second thought, because I love you.'
"I love you, dear." Trance said.
"I love you too baby." Jask responded.
'I still love you.' The last thought hurting her more than she thought it would.
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Thursday once again arrived and Trance found herself standing in the same spot as the previous week, she saw her fiancé leaving again. The woman in black giving him a gentle farewell as they parted, once Jask had turned to leave she looked at her phone and reread the message she had typed.
'Hey baby, dinners in the fridge, just put it in the microwave and heat it up, I'm at the neighborhood committee meeting and will be home later tonight.'
Satisfied with it, she hit send and then looked up again, seeing the woman had reentered the hotel, Trance quickly made her way across the street and into the lobby. Seeing her enter an elevator, Trance made her way over, throwing an arm in and stopping the closing door so she could enter. She looked at the woman and saw her raise an eyebrow, looking her in the eye for a moment. Trance wanted to scream at her, to call her a home wrecker and tell her to stay away, but instead her chest tightened and she looked away. Standing quietly and trying to strengthen her nerves, she took a deep breath and worked up the courage to look at her.
"What floor, dear?"
Trance froze, unable to process the words as the womans voice came out like silk across her ears, she turned and looked at the buttons for the floors. She saw the nineteenth-floor button was illuminated, "Um, I'm going to nineteen." Trance said.
The woman in black nodded her head, casually waiting and watching the numbers on the overhead floor counter increase, not a care in the world.
Trance watched the same counter, every increase in the numerical digit causing her heart to pound harder and harder. The knot in her stomach tightening as she felt her anger swelling and her blood boiling, but with it she felt fear, fear that this woman would be so much more. That Jask would pick her, leaving Trance behind as she couldn't compete with her slender build and dominating presence.
The elevator dinged as it landed on the nineteenth floor, the doors opening and the woman stepping out, Trance felt her feet mesh into the carpet. Her legs refusing to move as she gulped and tried to work up the courage to follow through with what she had planned. To tell this woman to stay away from her man, that she had no right to butt in and drive them apart, that she loved him and wanted to spend the rest of her life with him.
"Coming, dear?"
Trance felt ice in her veins as she looked up, seeing the womans porcelain face shining in brilliance as her eyes watched her. "Uh-ye-" Trance felt her head was dizzy and her legs were weak, why was this happening, 'Why am I being a coward!' she cried internally.
"Oh dear, you look faint, would you like to stop by my room to collect yourself?"
Trance couldn't help herself, sheepishly nodding and then following the woman, seeing her butt sway in the tight-fitting dress and leading Trance to her room. The room she had just had her fiancé in, the man she loved more than anything, in there with her and letting his lust run rampant. She watched her slide the key card in and the light illuminate green in acceptance, then the lady pushing it open and inviting her in.
She entered, seeing two chairs, one pulled further into the room and on its own, the bed untouched and nothing disturbed. Trance looked at it, then at the chairs, the woman gesturing towards the seat that was still by the wall, signaling her to sit. Trance felt defeated as she accepted, sitting down in the chair and wanting to curl in on herself, trying with all her might to hold back the waterfall of tears.
"Would you like a glass of wine? A red or white?"
Trance didn't know what to say, she felt words jumbled in her mind and unable to form any kind of coherent answer. She listened to the woman pour and then her foot falls approaching her before sitting down in the chair that was pulled away from the wall. Trance looked up and saw she was holding a glass out to her, a dark red wine inside, her other hand holding a glass of her own.
"Take it dear, it's best to have a drink while we talk."
Trance extended her hand, taking the stem of the glass in trembling fingers, she touched it to her lips and drank. Half the glass of the robust wine going down her throat and giving her nose a slight burn, swallowing and feeling the warmth in her stomach.
"Easy dear, we're not in a rush, I'll start so we can get off on the right foot and get rid of any improper notions you may have."
Trance watched her, grace and poise as she spoke so eloquently to her, she hated her more than anything in that moment. But she was unable to not respect her as she spoke.
"I have never slept with your fiancé, Jask."
Trance felt her chest thump and her eyes widen.
"I know you are his fiancé, Trance? If I'm not mistaken."
Trance nodded, "Yes, but how-"
"He has nothing but kind things to say about you, and I assure you, his love for you is deep."
"But then why-" Trance began to speak but couldn't finish her sentence.
"We've been seeing each other long before you two met, and I give him something he cannot find anywhere else. My clients call me Dee, and I am a dominatrix."
Trances mouth hung open, unsure if she should be angry or amazed with how honest she seemed to be.
"Now that is my main profession, but since I have had some training in psychology and have had many men and women lay out their problems and burdens. I would venture to say I may also be considered a type of therapist as well." Dee rolled her eyes, "Far from professional or licensed all be it, but sometimes a strong hand and a light whip can make a person face their issues." She took a sip of her wine and gave a slight smile.
Trance hung on the edge of her seat, waiting for the woman to continue, 'what has Jask been doing here?'
"As I said, I have never slept with Jask. I've never even seen him with his shirt off, he has never touched me in a sexual way and has been nothing but respectful."
"Dominatrix, why would he? Therapist, I don't understand, why does he see you?"
