Mistress recently took on a mentee. Is that the correct terminology? Mentor and mentee. It sounds so close to a manatee—the cows of the sea. Anyways, Mistress is a mentor to someone close to her life. This has been a few months in the making, actually. Mistress’s mentee helped Mistress, and I swap some bedrooms around last summer as we prepped for our new family addition. The room that Mistress and I called ours was soon to become the baby’s room, and our office space was to become our new space. We needed an extra set of hands and invited over someone that could be helpful. During the process, Mistress’s mentee got a little snapshot of our lifestyle. I assume this person had a slight idea that Mistress was into kink, but nothing too serious.
Jokes were made, a submissive was embarrassed, and life went on—fast forward a few months to December. The mentee was over at our home and made a rather loud comment about some questionable equipment attached to Mistress’s bed. This wouldn’t have been so bad except for the fact that there were about twelve other people in the room at that time that may or may not have heard it. Nobody piqued interest in her comment. I like to believe that nobody heard it except for Mistress and me, and I ignored it and tried to cover the words up with a quick redirection. However, Mistress had made a different statement than myself and answered with, “you’re just jealous.” The response was, “Yeah, you’re right.” Mistress stopped the back and forth right there and let it go for the evening.
Mistress and have discussed that she needed someone in her life to just talk kink with that was not under her thumb. She would benefit from having a conversation with someone that holds no stake in the relationship. She wanted someone to be open with about her choice to be female dominant and pursue a female-led relationship.
Mistress began opening up more discussions with her mentee about two months back to chat about kink and her lifestyle. Mistress mentioned mentoring this particular person but did not precisely label the interactions as mentoring.
One evening, after introducing the mentee to Fetlife, Mistress saw that the mentee officially named Mistress as her mentor. She tried to hide the glee of mentoring someone else. Mistress believes that people should do what makes them happy in life since we only get one shot. Too often do people hide behind their kink barriers, pretending to be someone they are not, just to fit into society. Mistress has taken another person out of their shell and gave them a safe place to be open. Not to mention that Mistress also has an outlet to discuss her thoughts with someone who isn’t at the other end of her rubber paddle.
That long-winded introduction brings me to the real reason I am sharing this with all of you. The addition of Mentor status has increased Mistress’s confidence in being who she truly is, a sadist dominant that wants to humiliate and control her submissive. The commanding tone in her voice is loud even when she is subtle. We recently had a get-together at our home for about ten other people. There was laughter, arguing, and storytelling. That commanding voice slipped into my ear and reminded me that I will be drinking my own urine during this event for the sake of Mistress’s enjoyment. The dominating tone and underlying statement that she owns me sent chills down my spine. Needless to say, I enjoyed a few glasses of Jack and Coke and Urine.
One thing that has been genuinely standing out to me lately is the disappearance of Mistress asking me to do things. Even as we decided to make the lifestyle 24/7, Mistress would still ask me for things. She would use the words “please” and “can you…”. That has disappeared entirely. Now, it is all commands, even in front of others. Puts me right where I belong. I long to kneel before her every evening. I seek her hard-earned approval and typically fall short.
I cannot say for sure if all of this has derived from taking on a mentee or just letting go of societal barriers and being the person she wants to be. Maybe it is both. I cannot say for sure. I can say this though, I can’t get enough of it. I think about her constantly. I wonder what she is thinking. What she has planned. And most of…how can I get more of it.
Until next time.
Kneeling Kitty 