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“Pleasure talking to you… what was it, again?”
“June. Don’t mind remembering me. I’m nobody around here.”
She didn’t say it with malice, but with a tinge of playfulness that told Monique she knew what she was about.Playing matchmaker, are we?That was usually Monique’s job. Hearing her girl say that made her realize that June wasn’t really agirlafter all. If anyone were to leave the Manoir and go her own way, it would be…
Helen knocked on the door to Monique’s bedroom.
She took a deep breath. Not because she was afraid, but because she needed to change the space her head occupied.
On the surface, this looked like it was all about Helen.
In reality? It was as much about her as well.
Monique opened the door, her head pointed to the floor, and her knees begging to touch the carpet beneath her feet. “Pleased to see you,” she said softly.
“Monique…”
She glanced up. Regardless of how Helen felt before, she was now surely surprised to see her frail princess nearly prostrating herself.
“Please, come in.” Monique backed away. “Everything is ready for you, Mistress.”
Helen’s eyebrows traveled halfway up her forehead. Was she expecting a different night? Intimate chatter? Cuddling and snuggling or whatever? Sure, Monique liked those things, but tonight she wanted to rekindle their romance with exactly what she had to offer.
No more promises. No more“Let me serve you tonight, Mistress, and you can do it next time.”This was next time. If Monique was going to declare how much she trusted Helen, shewould do so in her own way. In a way that so few women ever got to see.
Helen seemed to sense these same thoughts. Although she took a step back in the entryway, she did not protest what Monique did or said. Instead, she cleared her throat and stood up straight. “Thank you.”
She led her to a chair by the fireplace, which crackled with ambiance but didn’t burn too hot. Helen sat down, and instantly Monique brought her the glass of wine before touching her Mistress’s shoulders.
“Tell me about your day, Mistress.”
Helen took a sip of the wine before she allowed herself to relax in the chair and beneath Monique’s touch.Never told her that I’m a certified masseuse.It had been her idea in the early days of her relationship with Jacqueline… to better serve her, of course. Those were in the Halcyon days in which he was a model Domme. Kind, but firm. Understanding, but demanding.Whatever happened?No, she wouldn’t think about her right now.
“Well, today has been fine. I took today off to come see you.”
“Your recent trip to Miami?”
“Hot. It’s hot in Miami.”
Monique pushed her hands down Helen's chest and covertly undid one of the buttons on her shirt.I want to touch you, Helen. Immersing herself in perfume wasn’t enough. Monique wanted to kiss her throat, massage her aching muscles, and bring her the greatest form of relaxation a woman could enjoy. Monique’s lips curled in anticipation.
“Surely there’s more going on. You’re tense. If today was so fine, then you’re carrying worries from another day.”
“How astute.” As she drank more wine, Helen gradually opened up about her recent business endeavors. Boring, to be sure, but the emotions she felt were anything but. Frustration.Anger. Indifference. A woman at Helen’s level ran through all those emotions daily – and she had to be quiet about them.That’s what I was afraid of. Women like Helen tended to push all their negative emotions deep down. They had to, in order to be as successful as they were. That’s why Monique understood how important it was to calm her down, even if she didn’t feel that way right now.
“How unfortunate, ma’am,” she whispered into Helen’s ear. “Well, you can relax tonight. Forget everything while I take care of you.”
“I had forgotten everything until you brought it up again…”
“I’m sorry, Mistress. I worry about you. That’s all.” As Helen tensed beneath Monique’s touch, she added, “I want you to feel comfortable enough to tell me what’s on your mind.”
“Well, there is something I want to tell you… but not right now.”
“Oh?”
“It’s nothing terrible. Let’s enjoy the moment now.”
“Am I making you happy, Mistress?”
