Acting Dominant

by Tigger

©2008

Chapter 23: The Taming of the Mistress

   

Feeling calmer than she had in days, ShaJuana stepped into the corridor outside the prep room and was about to turn towards the stairs that would take her to the dungeon's third floor playrooms when a familiar figure stepped out from the shadows and into her way.

Recognizing the older man, Juana looked back to Solange for an explanation.

"ShaJuana, you remember my slave-husband, Roderick, don't you? He is here to escort you to your Master. Roddy? You know what to do."

Only then did Juana realize that the man was wearing formal evening dress. "Yes, Maitresse Jasmine," he said bowing deeply to Solange before turning to bow to ShaJuana with equal formality. "Mistress," he said offering her his arm, "If you will please allow me?"

Thoroughly confused again and decidedly no longer centered, Juana meekly put her right hand into the crook of his proffered arm and allowed herself be guided regally down the corridor. Such was the state of her mind and emotions, that it wasn't until they had stepped into the grand ballroom that she realized they were headed away from the stairs that would have led them up to the third floor playrooms.

Her question died on her lips when she caught sight of Tyrone Edwards - watching her approach.

Her mouth literally went dry just looking at him. The tuxedo he wore had been lovingly tailored so that it fit his trim, athletic frame perfectly. The short coat was open at the front, held in place by a short, golden chain in lieu of a button. His black tie and the black studs of the formal pleated shirt did marvelous things for his golden complexion and hair. A bright pink cummerbund and a pink rose boutonniere provided vivid contrast against the otherwise stark black and white of his formal dress.

He was freakin' gorgeous, she thought in wonder. "Oh my God, DeeDee was right," she breathed aloud, "He's incredibly handsome when he lets himself be manly. How did I ever forget that?"

Maybe because she been so focused in on how great he'd look in skirts??!? Cripes, she'd been STUPID, dammit! AGAIN!

Suddenly, she was standing in front of him - staring at him staring back at her! She didn't even feel Roderick take her hand from his arm and give her over to Ty; didn't hear Solange's husband's murmured comments or sense his retreating bow. All she was aware of - the only thing in her world at that moment - was Tyrone Edwards.

Shaking herself mentally, she tried to find her tongue - tried to think of something clever to say, but her brain was adrift in a bubbling cauldron of emotion and need. In the end, all she could manage was a breathy, "Wow."

Ty grinned, and then 'made his leg' to ShaJuana while at the same time bowing over her hand to kiss it. When he again stood erect, he winked at her and whispered, "Told you I knew how to do that."

She'd barely managed to make the connection to his very first scene with her and Solange - the time Tina had royally messed up her first curtsy - when Ty, still holding her hand, went down on one knee before her. She watched as he reached into a hidden pocket and produced - my god, she thought - what a rock! Which was followed by, where the hell did he get THAT???

"ShaJuana? I love you. Would you please marry me? Would you please do me the supreme honor of being my wife, my lover, my Mistress and my submissive, and most importantly, my very best friend?" he asked, his voice breaking twice in the asking.

"What?" she managed, her mind still all a-muddle, when a collective, feminine, 'Awwwwwwwww,' and the strains of Beethoven's 'Ode to Joy' playing over the ballroom sound system jarred her out of her near fugue.

Then, Solange was at her side, pressing something into the crook of her free arm. "These are for you," she whispered. Juana looked down and stared at the bright bouquet of pink tea roses, pink camellia and pink dogwood blossoms. "And only for you. Ty hoped it would be you that showed up for this, as you can see."

"What the hell?" Juana muttered, looking around her and seeing for the very first time that every one of the dungeon's Mistresses - including DeeDee, the little sneak - was there, standing beside her! And they were decked out in what she knew without being told were bridesmaids' dresses. A quick glance to the other side - TY's side - and there were her boys - her favorite clients - all dressed like Tyrone!

With a twinge of something almost like dread, Juana turned back to the face the 'front' of this little stage and saw another black woman, smiling broadly at her, wearing the brightly colored robes of her ministry. "Reverend Davis?" she asked haltingly, not quite believing her own eyes.

Reverend Eleanora Davis, the pastor of the AME Church Juana regularly attended, smiled even more broadly. "Yes, child. Ummm, don't you think you owe this nice young man an answer to his question?"

Juana followed the older woman's look and saw Ty, still kneeling, still holding her hand in his and still offering the ring to her. It was almost more than her sense of the ridiculous could handle. "Dam. . .I mean, doggone it, white boy, if you think this woman's gonna submit to you, no matter how gorgeous you are in that tux, you got another think a-comin'!" she snapped, playfully pretending to try to tug her hand free of his.

"Hey, Juana," he retorted with just a bit of asperity in his tone, "I'm the one on my knee here, not YOU! Now, are you gonna put me out of my misery and marry me? Please?"

Tears welled and flowed freely as her heart swelled. "Oh, hell, Ty-RONE! Of course I'm gonna marry you, turkey!" Ty barely managed to get the ring onto her finger before ShaJuana scooped him up off the floor and began to kiss the lights out of him.

In some still functional part of her mind, she heard the cheers of her friends and colleagues. She was getting married - to TY!

Then, she stopped kissing him, pulling her face back to stare into his eyes sternly. "Ty? How can we be getting married? Doesn't that require a license and some waiting time??! Those blasted insurance forms!" she growled. "You snuck a marriage license application in on me, didn't you?"

Ty started to wiggle, desperate to put his feet back on the floor, but his powerful goddess only tightened her hold on him. "Ty-RONE? You better answer me. . ."

He looked, she thought, like a little boy caught with his hand in the cookie jar - all embarrassed and frustrated at the same time. He mumbled something she didn't quite hear, so she squeezed him even harder, giving him a little growl for added effect.

"Okay, okay," he gasped out. "I . . .uh, well I wanted to do JUST that - so all the paperwork would be out of the way, but Reverend Davis wouldn't let me. So we have to do that part later."

Very slowly, Juana lowered her man to his feet, using her own height and the added inches of her boots to glare down at the miscreant. "Wouldn't let you, huh? So what's all this if we can't get married yet?"

"We're ah, anticipating the paperwork a little," he answered quickly.

"And JUST what does that mean?" she asked, suspicion bright in her eyes.

At this point, a laughing Reverend Davis stepped down and clasped hands with the pair of them. "Settle down, now, dear," she ordered with gentle authority. When Juana reluctantly complied, she beamed up at the girl. "What it means, ShaJuana, is that the State of New York won't recognize your union until after you fill out their paperwork, pay their taxes and fees, and complete their waiting period."

"Render unto Caesar?" Ty asked, with a smile.

"Precisely," the minister agreed. "This ceremony would be a promise between the two of you, witnessed by your friends, blessed by God. If you want to make that promise, that is…"

"Of course I do!" "You bet I want to!" was the simultaneous reply from the two young lovers.

"Then let's do this thing, shall we? Places everyone!" ordered Reverend Davis. "We got us a wedding to celebrate!"

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"Tyrone, will you take ShaJuana to be your wife? Will you love her, comfort her, honor, trust and protect her as long as you both shall live?"

"I will." was the firm reply.

She then turned to the bride, "ShaJuana, will you take Tyrone to be your husband? Will you love him, comfort him, honor, trust and protect him, as long as you both shall live?"

Juana grinned impishly down at her man before turning back to the minister. "I will," she said solemnly, and then added, "And I will spank his butt for him when I decide he needs it, too!"

~-~

Ty carried his bride across the threshold of the bridal suite of the New York City Hilton in downtown Manhattan. He didn't set her down immediately, instead held her as he settled onto the huge bed. For infinite moments in time, the simply held each other; kissing and being kissed.

Suddenly, Juana's roving hands stopped their random movements over his back and began to systematically pat him down. Then she pulled back to stare at him. "And just what is it I feel you wearing under that sexy tux, cutey?" she asked, her voice low and husky.

"Well," and it was Tina's voice that answered her, "You'll just have to unwrap me and find out. But I will tell you this - Whatever it is I have on under this monkey suit? They match my cummerbund."

"Hey, I thought this scene was about you wanting MY ass, lover."

"My ass, your ass," he replied as he began to work his way down the buttons of her gown, "What does that matter as long as we both get what we want in the end?"

"As long as we both get each other in the end, lover."

"Amen to that."

~-~

Acting Dominant

Epilogue: Loves Labors Won

Ty stepped out of the Chinese restaurant and into the one of New York's infamous horizontal late April showers. Any May flowers this deluge brought would have to be pretty damned hardy, he thought with a smile. Still, it took more than a little freezing rain to take the smile off his face these days.

He was busier than a one-armed wallpaper hanger with a serious case of hives, but that was the way he liked it. Besides, what with his studies at the studio school, homework, the director internship job Roddy had arranged for him and his duties as business manager at Solange's dungeon, there wasn't much difference between work and play for him. Work was way too much fun, even if his sometimes fourteen to sixteen hour days left him a bit frazzled around the edges. Fortunately, he had ShaJuana to help him deal with that problem. It was a relationship that wouldn't suit many folks, but it worked for them.

They'd just celebrated their six month anniversary last week, albeit a little early, and Ty was already planning the festivities for their seven month anniversary. He'd have to go some, though, to top what ShaJuana had sprung on him. She'd completely blind-sided him with that session, mostly because she did it while they were home visiting his parents at the time. And having his Mother - Donna Reed herself - knock on their bedroom door and ask if everything was all right in there, just when Juana was all set to have her wicked way with his restrained and helpless body had absolutely blown his mind. The memory of ShaJuana's answering shout of "Oh, he's just a little tied up right now, Mrs. E, but he's just fine!" still sent chills up his spine - even now.

It had tickled him how well his tall, ebony lioness had taken to his petite, practically-perfect-in-every-way, homemaker-Mother and vice versa. Within the first hour of his and ShaJuana's arrival at his parents' house, Mother and Daughter-in-law were off huddled together in Mom's parlor, chattering and giggling like longtime girlfriends, and they'd only gotten closer as the visit had progressed. In fact, unless his theater-trained eye had deceived him, Juana had been giving his Mother cosmetics lessons because 'Donna' had been looking rather more exotic (he couldn't let himself think of it as erotic) towards the end of their stay - particularly in the evening.

And now that he thought about it - particularly right before bed time. Especially the time Mom had all but ordered Dad to say good night. Donna Reed as a femme-fatale sex goddess? Oh, lord, the LOOK on his father's face that night - Ty could empathize and. . . and. . .

HELL, boy, he chided himself, don't EVEN think of your mom that way!

Well, Oedipus was classic theater, so maybe he could think of her, at least in the abstract? Yeah, he could because he was a guy and Mom was gorgeous, after all. Ty decided that he wasn't the only really lucky guy in this family.

Lucky guy indeed, he thought as he entered their apartment building. THEIR apartment - just putting those two words together in a sentence made him smile. But then, just about everything about Juana made him smile. Lucky.

Ty was just about to slide his key into his entry lock when the door swung open and a powerful black arm snapped out to grab him by the tie and haul him bodily into the apartment. The force of the pull was so great that he had to take several steps beyond the threshold to catch himself. By the time he had, the door was slamming shut behind him.

At least he hadn't dropped the sweet and sour, he thought grinning. "And how was your day, dear?" he asked in a very creditable imitation of Lucille Ball, turning back to face his wife.

His mouth fell when he saw her. She was magnificent in hot pink leather - pink corset, pink strap-on, complete with a pink dildo of considerable dimensions, pink thigh-high stockings, pink garters, pink stilettos and. . . omigod - where in hell does anyone go to buy a hot-pink riding crop??! "I had a freakin' GREAT day, boy! I did two client scenes that went really well, so I am in prime Top-space!"

Holding up the bag he still had in his hand, Ty offered slyly, "Hungry? I've got sweet and sour pork . . ."

Her chocolate eyes narrowed to slits and her smile became positively feral. "Oh, I'm hungry, all right, cutey, but it sure as hell ain't for food! Drop the bags, lose the clothes and get on your KNEES!"

"Geez, Mistress Bitch - at least let me put the Chinese in the fridge, first," he wheedled.

"LIKE HELL, boy!" she snarled, grabbing his shirt front in both hands, ripping it open to scatter buttons like popping corn. "In case you've forgotten? It's Tuesday night, so your ass is MINE and I want it NOW! So get it STRIPPED so I can get STARTED!"

Then she caught sight of what he had on beneath the now-tattered shirt and just stared. The look on her face when she took in his own costume was perfect - and everything he'd hoped he'd see when he'd managed to spirit the garment out of the apartment that morning hidden in his briefcase. "Oh, Ty," she gushed in a totally un-Domme-like voice. "You're wearing the indigo basque I got you? The matching panties and stockings, too?"

He nodded, and she batted away a few happy tears. "You look beautiful."

"Well, hell, Tall Booty, it is Tuesday, after all," he reminded her with an exaggerated sniff. "But Thursday's comin' and I promise you - when it does? So will you." At her slightly nervous laugh, he struck a lewd pose. "Want me to go fix my face," Mae West's voice purred, "And, ah . . . get into somethin' a little less comfortable, big gal?"

"Oh, yeah," she breathed in aroused wonder, "Go in there and get rid of the rest of those silly boy clothes, and . . . let's see . . . oh, yeah, slip into those 5-inch ankle-busters with the little padlocks. I think I may need a little maid service later. Speaking of which, I'll put the food away. Oh . . . you naughty little bitch. You got Chinese because you know I think it tastes even better when it's heated up again. Are you trying to play me, little Miss top-from-the bottom?"

"Would I do that?" Ty said as he headed off to slip into something less comfortable.

~-~

"MmmmmmmmmMMMMMMmm," Juana purred as she stretched out in their bed, rubbing up against Ty like a contented cat. They were both comfortably nude, their dual hungers temporarily sated by two sessions of intense love-making - one kinky, the other sweetly vanilla - sandwiched around pigging out on Ty's take-out offering. ShaJuana never did get her maid service . . . but then, there would be lots of other Tuesdays.

A lifetime of them.

"And how was YOUR day, darlin'?" she asked him as she rolled over top to lay on and look down at her husband.

Ty wrapped his arms around her and held her close, reveling in the weight of her body pressing down on his own. "Good - very good, in fact. I pulled off a real coup during the directing lab today."

Juana nuzzled his throat before resting her head on his shoulder. "Oh? How so?"

"Yeah. Remember me telling you about Kelly? The Goth-girl actress who is really shy?"

"Um hmm. You were worried she wouldn't be able to drop her Goth mask and do the more mainstream role called for in the play you're working on."

He nodded and planted a quick kiss on her forehead. "Yup. Well, we had a bit of a breakthrough today. I took her aside and told her about Tina - about how I used to work in a dungeon . . as a girl . . and what made it work was to remember that I was not the role. That when the end of the day came, the role stayed behind and it didn't touch me, so I - the real me - couldn't possibly be embarrassed by anything the role required me to do."

"Used to work in a dungeon?!?" Juana yelped, coming up onto her hands and knees, straddling Ty so she could glare down into his face. "You told her about Tina? About the cross-dressing? About . . .well, EVERYTHING?"

Ty grinned at the stunned amazement in his wife's face. "Well, yeah, I did."

"And you LEFT it like that?"

Gotcha, Ty thought. "Sort of. After she did her scene? Quite well, I might add, which is why I said it was a very good day because she was sure she was gonna blow it. Anyway, she came and asked me if what I'd said was true."

"Okay, white-boy," Juana growled. "What did you do? Really."

He shrugged as best he could with her full weight bearing down on him, and told her "I did my best stern-and-strict Domme face at her and asked her if she thought I would EVER submit to being some namby-pamby little spanking slut."

Ty laughed and said, "It was like reading a book, watching her thoughts flash across her face. At first she looked like she was gonna pee her panties for making me mad. Like she had insulted me by even thinking such a thing was possible. Then she got angry for herself, for being lied to. Then it finally clicked and she realized that it didn't matter what was true. What mattered was making someone believe the character. You could just see the gears behind her eyes realigning themselves into a new engine. She's gonna be a great actress someday, if she can harness that."

A laughing, giggling armful of woman collapsed atop him. "Oh, I wish I had been there to see that!" Juana managed to get out between gasps. "Namby-pamby spanking slut, eh? Sounds like fun. Let me go get my sorority paddle, cutey!"

Instead, her husband wrapped his arms about her with that surprising, unexpected strength that always thrilled her to her girlish core. Then he rolled atop her, and began seducing her the old-fashioned way with mouth and hand, passion and love.

The Beginning.

  

  

  

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