"We can invite aunt Tasha and Alice and any other friends so you can meet them," Mikah said excitedly.

Bette smiled, "if your mom agrees I can invite the people in my life too."

Mikah jumped excitedly.

"Now why don’t you go down the hall and take a look at all the artwork on the walls," Bette said, "I’ll order us some pizza."

Mikah nodded. Bette left Mikah alone and Mikah started strolling down the halls. She gaped at the artwork stopping when she saw something interesting.

She passed an open door and saw a pair of handcuffs on the floor. She stepped into the room and looked at the handcuffs curiously. She lifted her head then gasped.

On the walls there were chains, whips, harnesses, ropes, and a variety of sex toys hanging. She looked forward and saw stairs leading down to a basement.

When Mikah started moving towards the stairs Bette’s voice rang out, "you don’t wanna go down there."

Mikah nearly jumped out of her skin. "You scared me!"

"No need to be, come on out to the living room," Bette said.

Mikah narrowed her eyes, "why?"

"I wanna talk to you," Bette said.

"Are you a serial killer?"

Bette laughed, "no of course not."

Mikah sat down on the couch, "so you’re a dominatrix?" Bette looked at her in surprise. "I’m 16, not stupid."

"I’m not a dominatrix," Bette said, "but I am a dominant."

"What’s the difference?" Mikah scoffed.

Bette sat back in her chair, "a dominatrix dominates several people for pay or play, there doesn’t need to be love or trust. A dominant, or domme, dominates only one person and that person is a soulmate, someone she loves, worships, and trusts. Of course this goes both ways."

Mikah leaned in, "so no one is forced?"

"Absolutely not, it may seem so but everything is absolutely consensual."

Mikah hesitated, "does my mom…"

Bette took a deep breath, "that’s something that she has to explain to you, but remember she is a responsible adult and she was not in any way forced or coerced."

Mikah shook her head, "this is so…disturbing."

Bette nodded, "I understand, it’s a lot to process, but this is a lifestyle not a game, not a joke."

"A lifestyle? Like being gay or being a drag queen?" Mikah said.

"Yes, this has been my lifestyle for several years," Bette said.

"How did you know that’s what you wanted?"

"Just like if you know you’re gay or straight, you just feel it," Bette said, "some people don’t know until later in life."

"Like my mom?" Mikah said.

"Your mom hasn’t decided to make this her lifestyle," Bette said, "she’s new to this. Again ask your mom."

Mikah sat back with a heavy sigh, "what does this lifestyle entail? Do you treat her like a slave? Make her decisions for her?"

"Oh no, nothing like that," Bette said, "she would be my equal partner in every sense, this lifestyle includes different types of sexual techniques."

"Sexual domination," Mikah said with a nod, "you don’t have to censor yourself, as you probably know I have…experience now."

Bette laughed, "if you say so. Well anyways that’s the only type of domination, we would be equal partners in every other sense."

Mikah nodded in understanding, "it’s a lot to take in, but if my mom decides to take this lifestyle I will support her because I love her."

"I love her too," Bette said, "I really hope you don’t think any less of me."

"It’s a little weird to be honest, but I don’t admire you any less," Mikah said, "and my question is, if my mom decides not to take your lifestyle, will you leave her?"

Bette smiled, "domination in the bedroom is not all chain and whips, the act of being on top or talking dirty can do it. I love her so much I would leave my regular lifestyle for her."

Mikah smiled, "and that’s why I still admire you."

TBC