She who must be obeyed final part.
I decided not to go back out into the main club tonight and just have a drink in my office, I flicked through the channels to see how the night was progressing and it was clear that it was a great success. Somehow though whichever scene I or scenario I was watching, I always seemed to be drawn back at room one. Jamie and Shelly were asleep in each-other's arms and it almost felt like I was intruding by spying on them. No matter how many times I vowed to myself to stay away, room one seemed to end up on the monitor.
Eric was acting like a spoilt brat because he didn't get his rocks off tonight like he had expected to, to be honest I thought we would be having a night of great sex too, but the way that our scene ended in room one, sex was the last thing on my mind.
Shelly had surprised me greatly tonight, she was born to be a mistress and had all the qualities of what could be a truly great one. What really took my breath away was the way she handled his aftercare, that could not be taught, that came so naturally to her.
As I sat watching them sleep, I started to wonder if it was because I was so close to Jamie that I felt so emotional about what had happened tonight. No scene had ever affected me quite like the way that this one had, the way she had taken him into her bed giving him a safe space, the way she had cared for him was, and still was wonderful, even now an hour after the end of the scene.
I was in two minds as whether to ask her to come back home with us, would she? The guest bedroom was made up and it would be no trouble to have one extra for the night.
Half hour later we were all in the car, the two kids were snuggled up together in the back, me and Eric in the front. I could hear a conversation between them but tried my hardest not to eavesdrop. Tonight had hit Jamie much harder than he thought it would and he needed answers.
It had been a long draining emotional night and I couldn't wait to hit the sack. When we eventually made it home, Eric poured us both a brandy and we sat cuddled up together talking about how well Jamie had done. Eric was still trying to paw me as if sex was still on the agenda, I got annoyed and ended up threatening to lock his cock up if he carried on. We needed to talk properly about his sons head-space, not about him getting some pussy, how the two of them had such a deep connection in that room tonight.
I had never witnessed such closeness between a sub and his mistress on the first session like I had seen with them tonight. It had really shocked me when he broke into uncontrollable sobs in her arms, something like that would only ever usually happen if there were real deep emotional feelings. My reaction shocked me too, for a few seconds a maternal urge completely overwhelmed me and I wanted to hold my son close, to hold him like a mother would comfort her boy. I witnessed Shelly do that tonight, she held him to her like she loved him.
It sometimes took years for that kind of reaction from a sub to a mistress. I needed to sit down with Shelly in the morning and work this through.
The next morning Eric was the first to rise and the smell of freshly baked bread and coffee was wafting around the house, he had some old country station on the radio and was doing his best to murder Kenny Rogers. I had to get down there and change the station, I loved him to bits but his singing at this time of the morning, no.
As I passed the bathroom I saw the most perfect bum I think I had ever seen, Shelly was brushing her teeth and had a black thong on with matching bra. The door was slightly open and I lingered for a few seconds, she saw me in the mirror and waved. I felt a little foolish at being caught peeping and hurried off downstairs.
I told Eric and he laughed,
"Just a few hours ago you watched as she fucked our boy in the ass, now you get embarrassed looking at her peachy bum?"
"I never said it was peachy," I smiled, laughing back at him. "Yeah I spose your right, after what we did last night it seems a bit silly getting all airs and graces now."
I took the mug of coffee gratefully from my husband and asked if he had heard anything from Jamie yet this morning.
"Nope, he is still dead to the world. He had a hard night." He said smiling.
Just then Shelly came into the kitchen, she had dressed back into her outfit from last night.
"Come on," I said, grabbing her hand. "I have some fresh clothes upstairs that will fit you, and before you say it no, it's not all granny stuff!"
I took her, pulling her by the hand into my bedroom and pointed to the en-suite,
"You go in and shower, there will be some clothes on the bed when you come out."
She tried to protest but I would have none of it as I pushed her into the en-suite closing the door behind her. As I sorted her some fresh clothing I heard the shower running and found myself wishing I had gone in there with her.
Half hour later the two of us were sitting in the den chatting. Where she grew up, her parents, what she wanted to do with her life? I was really surprised how easy she was to talk to, not like an empty-headed teenager at all, at least not like any I had ever met.
This girl was clued up, I asked her about last night and if her mistress had taught her the art of aftercare. She hadn't, at least not yet. She said her mistress was going to, but the occasion hadn't arisen yet where Aveline had found it appropriate to do it together.
Everything she did with our boy last night she had done on the spot, on pure instinct without thinking. She asked me if she had done the right thing by taking Jamie into her bed and how it had just felt like the right thing to do. I told her that I could not have done anything better, it was as perfect as if she had been a mistress for twenty years.
"Tell me if I'm stepping over the mark." She said, with a hint of worry in her voice, "but last night, I think it affected me as much as it did Jamie. I found that when he started crying, it set me off too. It was like we were in each-other's heads, for that hour in bed afterwards I really felt contented and wanted him to feel that too, I didn't ever want to let him go."
It was a really beautiful thing to hear from one so young and inexperienced, I could feel myself getting emotional and didn't want her to pick up on it so I tried to steer the conversation,
"Was that the first time you have pegged a man?"
"Did it show?" she asked with a worried brow.
"No, you gave him the experience of his life. To be honest I think none of us could have done it better than you did last night, what you did will be imprinted on him for his entire lifetime." I said smiling,
"You should be proud, not many girls start off with the confidence you show." I reached for her hand and squeezed it lovingly meaning every word.
With perfect timing, Eric called us to breakfast. He had made a batch of bacon sandwiches with extra thick bread that he had bought from the bakers down the road first thing this morning.
"Shelly, would you mind going and seeing if Jamie is awake? We will take the food out and meet you on the terrace."
She skipped away like a schoolgirl heading for the staircase reminding me of her young age, I gave Eric a little shake of my head smiling. A few minutes later she came out to sit with us saying, "He will be down shortly."
She was a girl after my own heart and liberally smothered her sandwich in brown sauce so it dripped back onto her plate with each bite. Again I found myself smiling at her behaviour, Aveline would need to teach her a little etiquette too, I thought.
Jamie came out looking like he had been dragged through a hedge, he had on an old tatty t-shirt, was rubbing the sleep from his eyes and his hair was tussled and matted. One of his socks was barely hanging onto his foot and his boxers were on backwards.
"Mornin." He muttered, as he sat down.
The sock fell off as he sat prompting him to take off the other one. Throwing them in two balls under the table, he reached for his sandwich.
Shelly slapped the back of his hand just as his fingertips reached the first sandwich.
