Claire had invited her friends to the café for a lunch together.

They were all laughing and enjoying themselves. Sarah asked Claire why she hadn’t been about for a while, saying they missed her.

“I’ve been… busy”, Claire said, refusing to be drawn.

Sarah dropped the subject, and they carried on eating and chatting.

Claire suddenly went white as a sheet.

A tall, statuesque woman had walked into the café. She looked down her nose at everything, then strode over to Claire.

“Ah, there you are”, she said. “Almost didn’t recognise you without your uniform on.”

Claires mouth opened and shut, but nothing came out. She didn’t know what to say.

“Come on, girl, greet me properly”, the woman said. Claire cringed.

“Please…”, she said, quietly. “Not in front of my friends…”

“Why! Are you ashamed for respecting me?”, the woman said. “I thought I had taught you better than that…”

To her friends absolute amazement, Claire got up, stepped into the gangway and knelt in front of the woman; head bowed, hands in her lap.

“Good morning, Mistress”, she said. Sarah gasped…

The woman reached down and stroked Claire’s head, in an extraordinarily sensual gesture, then cupped her chin in her hand, looking straight into Claire’s eyes.

“I said you could have time off”, she said, “But I did say you still needed to have my lunch ready first. You forgot, didn’t you?”

“Yes, mistress”, said Claire, her cheeks red with embarrassment.

In front of everyone, the woman kissed her.

“I’ll let it slide this time”, she said. “I just needed to be sure you remembered who was boss.”

With that, she turned to leave, then walked up to the counter instead.

“Seeing as I haven’t any lunch, I might as well try the food in this establishment”, she said.

“Let me order for you, Mistress”, Claire said. She went to the counter, then yelled “Shop!” at the top of her voice. A woman came out from the back and took her order.

“How quaint…”

“Apologies, Mistress. Not everyone is as organised as you…”

The woman sat alone and ate her lunch; Claire had gone back to her friends, desperately trying to smooth things over.

Sarah was having none of it.

“She treats you like a servant!”, she said. “A slave!”

“It’s nothing like that!”, Claire said. “She loves me.”

“She’s twice your age, at least”, Sarah said. “Grow up! You’re being taken advantage of.”

The woman listened intently to the conversation going on, getting angrier and angrier.

Finally, she had had enough. Slamming her cutlery down with a crash, she jumped up and stormed over.

“Claire! Up, now! They’re not worth it…”

Sarah tried to stop her, saying she was being a ‘victim’. Claire just held on tightly to her Mistress’ hand, and they walked out…

Back in her car, Mistress held onto Claire as she cried her eyes out.

“They don’t understand!”, she said, wailing. “How could they…?”

“It’s ok…”, Mistress said, stroking Claire’s head…

Mistress was Claire’s biological mother. She had become pregnant because of a faulty contraceptive during one of her ‘sessions’ with another Dominatrix, years ago. The Domme that had taught her the tricks of the trade…

As soon as she had given birth, she had put Claire up for adoption. There was no way she was having a baby exposed to ‘the life’…

Claire had been homed with a nice, respectable family. Mistress had always kept an eye on her, however. It was when Claire had been experimenting with being a Sub, after her adopted parents had died, that she had got really interested. Especially when her Domme had started badly mistreating her…

Mistress had just stormed in and broken the other Domme’s arm…

Claire was already semi-conscious on the floor, badly beaten.

“Don’t you even think of coming after us”, she had said, furious, gathering Claire up in her arms and taking her away.

She had nursed Claire back to health. They had fallen in love. Mistress had had to tell her who she really was, as Claire was really coming on to her…

Surprisingly, Claire didn’t mind at all. She just changed her love to love for a mother…

Mistress said she felt more than a little uncomfortable having a daughter as a Sub. Claire just convinced her she was now running a ‘family business’…!

Apart from the slip up at the café, things had gone really well.

Mistress had told Claire that she didn’t need ‘fair weather’ friends; she had real ones. Not just her, but others she had met in the course of work.

There was Roxy; she ran the boutique in town. She was a real laugh to get on with, as bubbly as her dress designs. She’d designed Claire’s uniform and found quite a few of Mistress’ clients for her. There was also Mattie; she did most of the administrative work for the business. In her late fifties, she loved it when Claire kept her company in the office, helping out. She was a surrogate Auntie, as well, when Mistress was away on business.

Now back at work, Claire quickly dressed in her uniform; she grinned as she thought what the reaction would have been if she had worn it in the café that morning…!

It was made of really shiny latex; she’d just polished it; see through in places, covering just enough to be ‘decent’. Mistress liked her sub to tease, not reveal. Nothing was worn underneath; it was just too warm, for one thing.

Mistress had let her leave her boots off, today, if she wanted; she found, however, that she had been having real problems walking without them; flats had been agony. She put on her four-inch heeled boots and immediately felt better.

Mistress came in and instantly hugged her.

“That’s better”, she said.

The pair then went back to work…