The bite in her voice when she said it did not faze Etta. If anything, she probably saw it as a challenge, if that smirk said anything.Not so fast. You’re not quite getting your way yet.
“How does this Friday sound?”
Jamie leaned against the doorway, pursing her lips. “Bring it on.”
Chapter 34
Jamie awoke Friday morning in the manor up in the hills. Sun streamed through the faraway window, bright and early enough to stretch toward the king-sized bed.Etta…She half expected to find her fiancée in bed before remembering Etta spent the night at the penthouse.
Barbarossa rose with Jamie, arching her back and smacking a paw against Etta’s pillow. When orange and white fur flopped against it, Jamie decided it was time to get up. It was going to be a long and probably tiring day. Assuming she didn’t die of frustration first.
Today’s the day. Jamie spent half the night on the phone with Etta, going over what would happen.Today I serve her, wholly and unconditionally.Jamie still wasn’t sure how she felt about that. It wasn’t easy to simply say,“Sure, Etta, I’ll do whatever you want.”Not with the emotional closeness they shared. Almost too easy when they had a wad of cash between them, back in the old days.
Here was what Jamie knew: Etta left a series of instructions to follow, much like when she woke up the day of the proposal. There was a safe word she could use at any time to end their scene. However, instead of giving her a warning safe word and a kill-switch, Jamie only had the kill-switch… soshe had to make damn well sure that she wanted to end the scene. This probably meant she would be pushing herself in ways she otherwise wouldn’t… normally.
Good thing I trust the dumbass.
Her phone chimed with a text message. From Etta, of course.
“Good morning, my flower. Did you sleep well? I had a courier deliver a letter with instructions. If Beatrice found it like she should have, it will be slipped under the bedroom door. Please read it and follow the instructions closely. I look forward to seeing you this afternoon.”
Jamie slammed her head against her pillow and pretended she had five more minutes. She told Etta she would sleep in until nine, probably, even though she went to bed around eleven after updating her wedding registry and then playing some online games. Her parents were gone for the weekend – off visiting a local co-op farm that they hoped to glean some ideas from. Etta had practically arranged it. When Amanda passed her notes on “local farms for hippies,” Jamie almost laughed herself to death. Anything to get the in-laws out of their hair for the weekend.
Eventually, she had to get up and start this strange day.
Sure enough, there was a message in front of the door. After making the usual bathroom run to freshen up, Jamie sat on the edge of the bed with the letter in hand.
“Today you are mine, unequivocally. Your body, your words, your deeds, and even parts of your heart, soul, and mind belong to me. They are yours to use, but today, you don’t have to think about using them. I will use them for you. Today, you are pampered through my alleviation.
In return for my generous scripting of your day, you will show the world what a good wife you will be. What happens today will show my business associates and their companions that you truly are the best woman I could ask for. You will be submissive to your greatest degree. You will defer to me. You will serve me, in any way I ask. You will not question me or my motives.I am asking you to put your morals and ethics into my hands. I promise to take good care of them, as is my responsibility.
I understand that this may make you wary. It’s asking you to give up a lot of your control, in ways that I usually don’t ask for. Trust me, Jamie. That’s all I ultimately ask of you – for you to trust me, the woman you’re going to marry.
If you decide that you are too uncomfortable to continue our scene today, use your safe word. I won’t be angry, but I implore you to not use it unless you are absolutely, 100% sure that you cannot continue. By the end of today, when you resume your control, you will realize how much closer we are as a couple. That is my hope, anyway.
Let’s begin: your first command, which will last throughout the day, is to keep your words to yourself. Your voice is one of the sweetest in the world. Hearing it makes more than this woman happy. That’s why you must keep it to yourself. I don’t want to hear a word out of you unless I ask you a question or you need to use your safe word. Your voice is a treasure that only I want to indulge in. Usually, you may use it freely in this world, but today? I’m keeping it locked away. You will not speak to anyone unless it’s an emergency. You will not speak to your friends, your parents, our staff, or the assortment of people you come across. Not without my permission. You may find other ways to communicate if you swear to not reveal what we’re doing.”
“Fuck off,” Jamie mumbled, patting the cat behind her. “There. How about that?”
“I promise that we’ll have an interesting time today. Now, if you agree to these terms and swear yourself and your service to me, text me with the phrase, ‘Yes, Mistress.’”
“She has got to be kidding.” Was Etta nuts? Or was she mad with power? Probably both, knowing her. This was exactly the kind of thing she would have asked for when Jamie was nothing more than a paid employee of the administrative and sexual variety. Jamie would have done it freely too,mumbling beneath her breath, but counting down the hours until she got her millions. I probably would have liked it. Every minute of it.This was the woman who showed Jamie that she could love kinky Domme/sub play, after all.
Jamie laid the letter in her lap and groaned. She did like the power plays Etta sometimes sprang on her.
In fact, Jamie would haggle a bargain that she preferred the Domme/sub mental power plays to the physical kink. Maybe she was more of a Monique than she realized. No, Jamie didn’t want to live every day in “service” to her “Mistress,” but she wouldn’t mind it occasionally. There was a lot hot about it. As Etta said, all of the control was taken out of her hands. She didn’t have to think about anything. She was at the whim of a woman who wanted to do whatever she wanted to her – and yet Jamie trusted her because she knew that everything Etta conjured was for both of their benefits. Every sex act, every command, every stern gaze was meant to make her quiver and feel closer to her Domme.
She was right… Jamie was stressed to hell and back. When she wasn’t trying to learn how to be a good wife, she was planning a huge wedding with so many pieces still missing two months before she got hitched.She wants to show the world what a good wife I can be?What did Etta mean by that? Jamie would have to find a way to ask her later when they were alone. She hoped it wasn’t as gross as she feared. Except she knew Etta well enough now to know that she wouldn’t be gross on purpose. Not the Etta she was engaged to. She hoped.
Jamie swallowed her pride. She had no pride today. She was a wisp in the wind, a ghost gliding on the breeze, not thinking of anything and not having to think about anything. It could be nice, she supposed. Having Etta take care of everything, and all she had to do was listen to what she said? For one day?
She picked up her phone and hovered over the replybutton. Time to start this party.
“Yes, Mistress.”
She heaved a breath. A sigh of relief? Maybe. It was too early to say.
Etta’s reply came.“Go to my closet. On the back of the door is your outfit for today.”
