She released her chin and gave her a broad smile. “Good! Now, let’s get a look at you.”
Jillian turned in front of the mirror several times and inspected her new appearance. She had borrowed some of Stepmother’s clothes. The tight corset cinched her waist, making it hard to breathe or bend over, but her boobs had never looked better. She took a deep breath, pushing them up, pressing them out against the top of the fabric. She turned and watched as her bottom jiggled and wiggled in the sexiest sashay. She was going to have to get a pair of these pants for herself. The only thing she did not care for was the knee high, three inch heeled boots she wore. She was willing to bet she did not look sensual as she wobbled along the floor, trying not to twist her ankle or fall on her bottom again.How embarrassing.
“Stepmother, do you have any shorter heels I can borrow?”
The taller woman tsked and tossed her a pair of mid-calf black boots with 2 inch heels. “Best I can do. You lose the boots, you kill the outfit. Take some time and see if you can get used to them. If not, you can borrow some of Cindy’s flats. She always has a few pairs lying around.”
Jillian hurried to replace the boots, feeling slightly less shaky in the two inchers. Well, that explained Stepmother’s commanding presence as she towered above her, at least five inches taller.
“Come, Jillian. The rouge and lip stain. I think red will do nicely.”
Jillian felt herself pressed back into a chair and was careful not to move as Stepmother took command of her face, eyes, and lips. She warned her not to move her eyes, blink a few times, and pucker her lips. And when the taller woman pronounced her ready, she spun her in a circle to see the mirror.
Holy cow, what a difference!The dark shading of the coal eyeliner brought out the emerald in her eyes. Her lashes looked long and dark, and her lips had never been more red and full. She felt beautiful. She wondered if Bertram would like her new look, but then she remembered he had a harem full of submissives and a “little”. Bertram could care less about her, or her new look. She pined for the one man who finally understood her desires and could fulfill her needs. The man who made her heart race and her sex clench with a single look.
She shrugged the thought aside and stood quickly, only wobbling a little this time. He was not interested in her. It was time to move on.
“Thank you so much, Stepmother. I feel so beautiful and sexy and strong.”
“Good. Then let’s get ready for our submissive. She said I could train you while using her as ourbottom. Are you ready to be a domme, dear Jillian?”
“Yes, Stepmother.” She raised her head and met her eyes.I am strongenough. I don’t need him,she whispered to herself as she heard the soft knock on the door.
“Good, then we begin.”
BERTRAM
Bertram had been looking for her all night, hoping to have a chance to talk to her, but every time they crossed paths, Jillian would give him a cold shrug and walk away. It was obvious, she was upset that he’d said no to her request. That kind of intimacy was something he wanted as well. But what if she changed her mind? What if she decided there was somethingor someoneelse better out there? Shit, Shana had really done a number on his head. Then there was his wolf who wanted to mark her as theirs and never let go. Her request had freaked him out. Luckily, he had run into Cindy, who happily informed him Jillian would be there tonight with Stepmother. He knocked quietly and heard the loud “Come in” and opened the door.
A middle aged woman was tied to the spanking bench, receiving a hand spanking from Stepmother and… What the hell?
“No, Jillian, you must watch for her signals." Stepmother took the small wooden paddle from Jillian’s hand. She caressed the woman’s bottom and gave it a squeeze and a smack. “She is arching her back and raising her buttocks toward you. This means strike with more force or faster strokes. Don’t back off. She wants more.” She stroked thewoman’s face and ran her fingers through her hair, pulling her head back slowly. “Do you want more, little one?”
The bound woman whimpered and nodded, pressing her bottom out.
He watched Jillian raise her hand and lose her momentum each time she struck the other woman’s bottom. She tottered and swayed, and he couldn’t tell if she was more uncomfortable by her outfit or by the new task of dominating.
“Okay, sweet Jillian. It’s all right if this is not your thing.” Stepmother patted the sub’s bottom and helped her off the spanking bench. “Thank you for your time. If we try again, we will let you know.”
The woman pulled her dress down over her red bottom, thanked them, and walked out the door.
Bertram had seen enough. Jillian was not a domme, and there was no reason to be wasting her time, or Stepmother’s.
“Excuse me, Stepmother, but your protégée is in over her head. Maybe it’s time for a break.”
“You are probably right, Master Wolfe.” She nodded and met his gaze in understanding.
“What? No, I can do this! I want to do this!” A wide-eyed Jillian turned to her mentor. “Please, I can be dominant! I’m not weak!”
Stepmother shook her head sadly and caressed Jillian’s cheek. “Sweet girl, being submissive does not make you weak. I had hoped you would figure that out over our sessions. You are not weak. And, my sweet, sweet girl, you are a submissive. Embrace it.”
She turned to Bertram. “I retire for the evening. The room is yours. Talk, then spank, then love. Da?” She looked at both and left the room. As he licked his lips and focused on the sexy brunette in front of him, he had to admit, Stepmother was a very intuitive woman.
JILLIAN
Jillian watched the large man stalk toward her, feeling suddenly like his prey. She shuddered and bit her lip reflexively, watching as he placed himself over the spanking bench.
“Let’s see what you got, little girl.”
