My eyebrows shot up. "I'm sorry?"
Hannah sighed, shaking her head. "It's a long story."
"And one I demand to know."
Hannah's lip trembled. "All I want is a family. Is that so much to ask?"
"Oh, H." I wrapped my arms around myself, nodding when she did the same. Hannah hated to be touched by anyone above the age of twelve. She struggled, finding the feeling overwhelming and threatening. It was why she'd trained as a BDSM mistress even if she wasn't into kink. She wanted the option to offer that to her future partner, to give to them a release without being forced to touch them.
I was still unpacking this one issue at a time.
She squeezed herself tight, closing her eyes. "There'd been a mix-up, he thought the therapy was a barbecue all-you-could-eat cookout. He was a good sport about it and stayed the entire time. But we saw each other naked. It was part of the therapy."
"Oh." Chrissy leaned forward. "Was he built?"
"No. He had a belly." Hannah's eyes blinked open, her expression stricken. "He said he's what they call strong-fat."
"And that distresses you?" I asked carefully.
"No. It's that I wanted to kiss his belly. I never want to kiss anything."
I swallowed a laugh. "I think you mean anyone. But let's return to the desire. You didn't like the feeling?"
"No, I did. I wanted to do it."
I cringed, suddenly connecting the dots. "Mistress… did you offer to kiss his belly?"
Hannah nodded glumly. "I said I was attracted to him. And that he was the first real man I'd ever been attracted to. I asked if I could kiss his belly and maybe other areas."
Chrissy and I both winced.
“And he said…?"
"That he was good. Then he turned and went into his meat hut, and that was the last I saw of him."
"Alright, we need to talk more about the meat huts but… Mistress, you get why he acted that way, right?"
Hannah nodded, her eyes sad. "I've analysed the situation and understand that I can't proposition people based on where I would like to kiss them."
I nodded. "Good. What will you do differently the next time this happens?"
She paused for a second, her eyes narrowing as she considered her options. "Perhaps offer to take him to dinner first?"
"Great! That's a great option."
Hannah nodded, then shook her head. "I should apologise. Do you think sending cookies would be well accepted?"
I looked at Chrissy on the chat, unsure what to say.
"Cookies are always a good option," Chrissy said in a tone that made it seem as if she were imparting some divine wisdom.
"Okay. Cookies it is."
A little bell rang in my ear.
"And on that note, that's it for our show today. If you'd like to know more about any of the adventures we did, check out our social media and website. In the meantime, have a nasty day."
I hit our theme song, bobbing my head in time to the music as the audio finished recording.
