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to use it on you than a random stranger. I’m
only going to be here for a short time before I head back home to Jude and I’d
love to see the return of my malý matka – not the woman in denial I’ve
heard you’ve become.”
    Relief rushed over Myrna. Olivia wasn’t imposing her
will on her simply because she had an ulterior motive like Amery, or even a
selfish one like that of her son. She had to be fair to Caelan though. He
wasn’t deliberately being selfish – she’d known for years he was active in the
lifestyle, but he was always discreet when he visited. However, a mother did
heard things. He shouldn’t have to hide his relationship with Nisey because
he’s afraid of hurting one old woman’s feelings.
    Determination had her back straightening. She could
do this! She could take this first step. After hearing Caelan’s love for his
submissive the last time they’d spoken on the phone, she could do no other. All
she had to do was focus on the people below and describe to Olivia what she
saw. It didn’t have to affect her. She wouldn’t let it. She finally nodded
before reaching to touch the hand Olivia had rested on the banister. Her hand
paused midway. It was one thing to touch Olivia with the purpose of a mother
greeting a child of her heart, but quite another for a submissive to touch a
Dominant. In fact, touching a Dom or Domme without permission was forbidden.
    “Breathe, Myrna.” The soft command in Olivia’s voice
had Myrna realizing she’d been holding her breath while fighting with her need
for assurance in the form of physical contact with Olivia. She drew in a shaky
breath before turning her eyes back to the scene before her.
    Her words were soft and halting before Olivia’s hand
covered hers.
    “There…are…is…” Her eyes darted around the play area,
unsure where to start.
    “There is what?” Keeping her voice low, Olivia moved
closer to Myrna, not only to comfort her but to block the interested gaze of a
nearby Dom. When the unfamiliar Dom moved closer to inspect them, Myrna froze,
her body attuned the movement of the man. Fear pushed against her slipping
control.
    “I don’t know if…” As she struggled with her words
and the unwanted attention of the Dom, she could feel her earlier determination
start to slip away.
    “Ignore him. Amery is mere feet away at the bar.
He’ll stop him from getting too close.”
    Myrna shook her head. “No he won’t.”
    A concerned look followed by a puzzled one assured
Myrna that Amery hadn’t told Olivia about his ultimatum.
    “He’d never let another hurt you.” The absolution in
Olivia’s voice had Myrna’s eyes stinging with unshed tears. She’d once thought
the same thing.
    “Perhaps once, but you weren’t here earlier. Either I
allow him to make me his slave or I do this by myself. I can’t give him what he
wants.” A bitter hiss left her. “So alone it is.”
    “Then pull yourself up by the bootstraps, slave! ”
The harsh tone and removal of Olivia’s hand had her swinging to look at the
Domme.
    “Eyes ahead!” she barked.
    Immediately Myrna’s eyes darted back towards the play
area. The abrupt change from her loving pseudo-daughter to Domme had done the
one thing Olivia’s caring hadn’t. It slipped over the wall of hurt and anger
she’d built up with Grant’s betrayal. She responded without a thought or
conscious decision.
    “Now, you will describe what you see, or I’ll
leave you here to deal by yourself.” When Myrna’s silence continued, Olivia
snapped at her. “I’m waiting.”
    “Ah, I see…a Master flogging a blonde slave…she’s
strapped to a…” Olivia found the details spilling past her lips as she let go
of her iron will and did Olivia’s bidding.
    For the next several minutes, Myrna detailed each
person, Master or slave, each act visited upon them – flogging, whipping,
fellatio and bondage. The people were indulging their inner most sexual beings
without a care or thought about whether