I wanted to reach out and personally thank you. Jon showed me the document that Dominants had to sign, and I am truly touched so many had. There are not a lot of chances the city gives for a submissive, so I am truly grateful.
I know we have not met, and I am not sure what I can offer in return except some pieces of lingerie-- but that seems to pale in comparison.
[A box wrapped with gold paper and a shiny red ribbon will be delivered to Betty containing the following bracelet along with a note:]
My sweet Betty You've been a great friend and so much more. I am super thankful that we met and now work together. I look forward to seeing your smile everyday at work. Thank you for listening, and just being there. You're really wonderful. I hope you have a wonderful Christmas.
Always, Max.
wildly tags now since plurk notifs are being booby to me, ignore if prefer not!
Hello, Betty. It's Ambrose, Reggie's friend again. I was hoping I could ask you a few questions about 'typical' family dynamics. I haven't seen my parents in ages, see, and if I try to ask Reggie somehow things tend to veer into 'I've got no emotions, I'm a manly boy, rah rah' territory.
Over tea or text, either way. My treat, with the former.
[ding. there goes the address. it's in the down, where people would be less likely to investigate a submissive expending money on a dominant, or-- whatever rule ambrose is confident he's trampling the edges of. he's bad at knowing the rules in any real detail, but he's good at skirting them.]
I'll see you shortly! I'll be the one in a green jacket.
[the cafe is a charming little place. predominant colors are green and pink, and there are live flowers and plants growing everywhere. no doubt, in the naked section, there's a big ol' aphrodisiac theme, but up front it's all cute pastels and deliciously bold brows. or mild brews, if that's what you're into. and of course: tea.
ambrose is at the counter, letting people go by him in the queue as he studies the menu. but he catches her on a glance-over sweep of the room, and his face lights up.]
Betty. Ms. Cooper. As the Dominant prefers. [he extends a hand, figuring that's already very formal for a woman of reggie's world.]
[ betty steadfastly keeps her eyes on the ceiling as she passes through the naked section and makes her way over to ambrose. she can't recall if they've ever met in person but she recognizes him from seeing him on the network at least.]
Oh, god, Please call me Betty. [ she says with a warm, amused smile, offering her hand in return.]
[ambrose grind at her. he's certain they must have shared space at some point, but she's very pretty up close. he feels at ease. or as near to it as possible considering what he's stressing about.]
Betty. What sort of tea would you like? [he gestures at the menu. there are a number of herbal sounding blends, as well as straight up vanilla and spice, dried fruit, mint in plenty.] I'll order us the pot before I throw myself onto your shoes.
I'll let you decide-- [ he seems like he'd be wise in ways of tea and she's got pretty vanilla tea tastes, she's an earl grey girl for sure.] Surprise me?
[ambrose chooses a pot of something that seems to be based on earl grey, but with a couple extra notes of something experimental. he accepts the pot of water and the unfolding pouch of herb. he guides her over to a little table that's fortunately placed out of line of sight of the nudie zone over there.]
All right, [he says.] I'm sort of hoping your life experience might be sort of a bridge between my culture and the one I'm going to have dinner with tomorrow. I'm about to meet my partner's father.
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