Femmeslash, original, kinky

Prologue here First episode here
pairing; Jessamine/Unnamed Domme/Gloria implied (Original characters)
Jessamine learns something unexpected about herself
Rating; nc-17, word count; 750
Kink; Mirrors
Warnings; Rope, Stranger danger

The door swung shut, softening the din from the hotel lobby, and Jessamine felt her back loosen up as if it had been a physical burden she’d been carrying.  Only one woman shared the lobby powder room with her, and she winked a glittering black-kholed eye, when Jess caught it. Emboldened,  Jessamine turned her back to the mirror, looked over her shoulder. She hadn’t seen the harness in its entirety;  the white ropes made a diamond pattern up her back, she now realised. She twitched the loops back into place on her legs, where they’d become pulled and distorted by her struggles against them on the horse. The bindings pulled tight against her crack and tightened into her pussy when she bent down. The dress was dark with wet there, and Jess was abruptly hot all over again.

 She slid the chiffon fabric up her thighs and buttocks and sucked in a breath at the blotched skin. In some places, the blotches took on the shape of the hand that had created them; Jess stroked over the imprint of Gloria’s fingers. Daddy Gloria, she corrected herself in her own mind. For a moment, the image in the mirror was replaced by the tall woman in motorcycle chaps and boots, a white button down shirt with its sleeves rolled up to show freckled forearms.

"Somebody’s been having fun," the other woman remarked. She was standing at the sink, watching Jess in the mirror. Her lipsticked mouth opened in a wide smile. Jess nodded in acknowledgement. She lay her own hand into one of Gloria’s prints, so much larger than her own. The skin was surprisingly sensitive; the lightest of fingertip strokes made it burn.

The other woman made her presence known and Jess startled. How far had she lost herself, with this witness in the room?

"I’d like to see you play with yourself," the woman said then.

"Oh, I’m, um… Sort of taken," Jess said apologetically.

The woman chuckled; "Yes, I can see that!" She looked up and down Jess’s rope-clad body pointedly. "Do you need permission from your top to play with yourself?"

Jess blinked. That was a possibility that had never occurred to her. "No, I don’t think so?" She could hear the question in her voice. "I’m really new to this, I mean. I hardly know her, it’s just for today."

"Huh." The woman walked with geat deliberation across the room, behind Jess, and sat down on the bench against the back wall. "I take it you haven’t really negotiated with her." She crossed one high-heeled ankle over the other. "Don’t turn around," she forstalled jess’s movement; "We can look at each other in the mirror. Do you understand what a negotiation is?"

"Yes, I think so," Jess responded. "It’s when you tell each other what you want, right?"

"That’s right. And you, my dear, should think very carefully about what you want from Gloria." The woman smiled. "I have seen you with her. I think you want much, much more than one day."

"Oh really?" Jess said, faintly shocked. "I have a boyfriend, you know."  The woman in the mirror flipped her hand to demonstrate how little she cared. "What do I want then?"

"Lift the hem of your dress." The woman waited for a moment and then said it again; "Pull up your dress, show me your pussy."

Jess grinned. To pull up her dress meant that she tugged it along under the network of rope that bound it to her body. It came slithering out from between her legs, rubbing over her labia, and left the white nylon in contact.

"Spread your thighs," the woman said, even as Jess was doing so. "And let me see your spanked ass, too."  Her ass was already mostly exposed anyway. Facing the mirror, Jessamine took a couple of steps to the side, so this unknown dominatrix would have a better view. She widened her stance, canted her hips froward, and was rewarded with an approving moue. "Spread yourself."

"What will you do if I don’t?" Jess demanded. Behind her, the woman shrugged.

"Nothing," she said. "I’ll just leave."  As Jess stared into the mirror in confusion, the woman smiled. "Hurt your feelings?"

"I just–"

"You see? When you negotiate, you now know you want to be disciplined, when you rebel." This woman was right. She met Jess’s dawning understanding with a raised eyebrow. "Now, pull your cunt open for me," the Domme repeated, and Jess watched herself obey, with a shiver of delight.

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Should I make it longer?