“Thank goodness, I thought for a minute there you’d slep’ with the woman.” Ivan shook his head, taking Kit’s hand.

“No, my Queen. Jo’s true love lay far away from me, not that I’d ever
have looked in her direction. She is very Dark.” Ivan reassured her,
Bette stood.

“I’ll give her an audience” Bette muttered, as she moved away from the
table, not scared of the butch tomboy. Not as fearful as she was of
Shane at the moment, and of what used to be her wife. Candace reached
out to grab her but missed.

“Hey!” Bette yelled, a submissive at her feet looked up in distress.
Someone was yelling ‘Hey’ in a club, and the young male sub skittered
off to a Dom at the spanking benches.

Bette watched him go, and Jo stood at the door of the hallway that led
to Tina’s office, her arms crossed loosely across her body. She leaned
on the door jamb, head cocked as if posing for a movie poster that
could be hung up on the wall of any young lesbian in America.

Bette stopped; there was no way this woman was a Domme, no matter what
it had looked like moments ago, she was just too sweet and demure. She
could blow right past her. Still.a doubt flickered in her mind.

“Don’t let looks fool you” Jo said with a smokey voice, and Bette
stepped closer to her, drawn closer by something so unyielding that her
feet dragged as she moved to the tomboy. Her legs kept moving, against
her will.

“You continue to fight” Jo smiled, her hand seemingly spanning the
three feet between them, and Bette was at her hand, towering over her.
“Stop looking for answers that do not dwell in this house, seek them”
Jo said, placing her hand at Bette’s heart, “here.” Jo smiled and
turned to walk down the hallway,

“Now get out of my club, and if you come here again, I’ll have Susan
give you the guided, on your knees, tour. Nipple clamps, harness, ball
gag and anal beads coated in Cajun spice just for fun. Now be gone.” Jo
disappeared and Bette was left standing there, mouth and mind unhinged.

~*~*~*~*~*~

Seeking Answers
2.8.05

I’ve been looking
For all the places I began
Seeking who planted my seeds of doubt
The reason I ponder
If I’m good enough
For anyone other than myself
What I hadn’t realized
Was I was already found
All I had to do was look within
To see the person I’d blossomed to be
I weathered every storm
Known to mankind
Stood strong against the wind
That tormented me
Dug myself out
Of the avalanche that swept over me
Swam to the only shore
Seen as Noah’s Arc drifted by
Nothing can stop me
I’ve weathered it all
So I seek for answers no more
Knowing now where I come from
Where I belong