"Finding Room 234 (F/f, cons, Domme/sub, implied decap)" By robblu (https://pastebin.com/u/robblu) URL: https://pastebin.com/XDcSkBQB Created on: Tuesday 1st of October 2019 12:32:38 AM CDT Retrieved on: Saturday 31 of October 2020 03:05:45 AM UTC Finding Room 234 (F/f, cons, Domme/sub, implied decap) « on: August 26, 2019, 02:01:11 AM » ReplyQuote A quicky character study of sorts, written in just four hours. Finding Room 234 - Emily looked around the room for at least the two-dozenth time. Nervously, she wiped down impeccably spotless surfaces for the equally unnecessarily high numbered time. ”Please, let Jane love this...” She checked her phone, again, waiting for any word of delay, of not coming, of rejection. - It was her first year of College. Actually, it was her first day of College, really. She was finding her classes, learning the routes, and asking anyone who could help. “Lost?” Her voice was smooth and confident even then. She wasn’t explicitly dominating or condescending, maybe she didn’t want to reveal her intentions so easily. Far more likely though, Emily had thought too deeply into it over the years, she was likely just an ordinary, but far more put-together college student. “Ah, uh.” Emily was the opposite of confident. “I- 234. Yeah, 234 is the room I need.” Jane snorted at her fumbling, but smiled warmly. “234? Common problem, the hallway wraps in on itself in an unusual way, so that room starts the pattern on a turn on the other side than you’d look for. Come on cute stuff.” - Three dots. ”On my way. Hope this is as amazing as you say. :)” Emily nearly fainted from relief. It was a battle for Jane’s time that she so often felt she was losing now. But this time, she wasn’t winning the battle, she was winning the war. - After that day, Jane took her under her wing as if there was never a question that Emily was hers by default. Like she was a stray that Jane picked up. She showed Emily around, she showed her off to her friends too. Just two weeks later she had Emily reassigned to her dorm without asking. Emily was ecstatic. She explained to Emily that she would be caring for the room and making Jane’s food. She couldn’t bring anyone over, but that was okay, Emily had no other friends anyway. For all it sounded like though, she still wasn’t mean. Jane was just a commanding woman. A woman who didn’t just get what she wanted; she deserved it. Possibly the greatest moment of Emily’s life came surprisingly innocuously. “I assume we are on the same page about this relationship?” Jane asked it without prelude after standing up from studying. “I- I” Emily found herself tongue tied. She had so much she wished she could say to this beautiful woman who put order into the crumbling heap that was her life, but she could barely choke out a word. “I love you...” She managed to gasp out. “Good then. I need some relaxation.” She spread her legs and gestures for Emily to go down. - In their years together, Jane would never once reciprocate. The idea never even seemed to occur to her. Occasionally though, she would send Emily to the restroom to finish herself off. Jane actually seemed to find the idea of openly acknowledging sex repulsive. Emily realized Jane wouldn’t be long. She pulled a tray out of the penthouse’s mini fridge and laid it out on a small table. It held Jane’s favorite wine and cheeses. Then, she started a stereo playing ambient music. She would only have one chance at this, it had to be perfect. - After college, Emily moved in with Jane. It was possibly the only thing she never questioned herself on, and certainly the only one that turned out right. Jane easily moved into managing one of her family’s businesses. Emily, for once, equally easily segued into serving Jane. She acted in every way as her wife, cooking, cleaning, and pleasing her, though they never married. It was running papers from home to Jane’s office when she first began to discover her tastes. She heard a sound when laying them on her desk, as always Jane offered a nod of acknowledgement and nothing more. Emily however, couldn’t help herself from peering around. Jane’s 19 year old blonde secretary was giving her head. “Don’t disturb the staff when they are working.” Jane commanded without looking up even looking up. Emily retreated out of the office silently. - Emily heard footsteps outside the door. Instantly, she snapped into action; checking her hair and makeup, kneeling in front of the door, holding out the paper in front of herself. - Things slowly changed from that day on. Jane developed a habit of holding Emily in place between her thighs until she would fall unconscious. She also began hiring maids to help Emily around the house. None of them ever stayed around longer than a few weeks though. At first, Emily made no connection between this and the new laws passed a few years back. Soon enough though, their behavior became strange enough that she began to piece it together. That worried her less than Kate though. Kate was the blonde secretary. Completely useless, completely helpless, Jane began bringing her home to serve her some days. Emily began to realize it was like looking at a more beautiful, younger clone of herself. The girl had literally no sense of self-worth and was of no value to anyone even in spite of her beauty. Emily knew she was beat. She also knew the right thing to do wasn’t to fight it. She needed to ensure Jane’s happiness. That was her value. - That led her here. Waiting, heart pounding, as Jane stepped through the door. She curiously cocked a brow as she stepped towards Emily and lifted a paper without a word. “An assisted suicide permit?” She voiced inquisitively. “I know I’ve never been good enough for you. I also know that you enjoy doing this to the models you hire as maids. So I payed for the permit and rented this special place for us.” Finally, for the first—and last—time ever, Emily found her voice clear as she spoke to her wife. Her owner. “Oh, my little waif.” One thing Jane had never given up from her college days were the curious, affectionate nicknames she gave Emily. She still even occasionally called her “cute stuff” like that first meeting. It reminded her that, on some level at least, Jane has felt the same love at first sight she had. “You were always everything I could have asked for. I was never looking for someone smarter than you, or prettier. I only need someone to be mine. You were always mine, Cute Stuff.” She smiled warmly at Emily, just like she once had a lifetime ago. “And I always knew you would be ready to give me this in time. You have done me very well, always knowing what I need without making me ask.” She saw Jane look around the penthouse. A luxurious space like any other wealthy abode, with the one exception of the guillotine sitting in the middle of the room. It was a “suicide suite”, were the wealthy could spend the evening taking advantage of the recently very liberal assisted suicide laws in luxury. Specifically, it was room 2304. Emily knew she had found the place. She had found it herself, at last. Jane took the glass of wine, sat down on the bed, and spread her legs. “Come on then. I will need to get Kate moved in. Let’s get you where your going.” Emily crawled forward with a smile on her face, and tears in her eyes. She was terrified of what this meant, of never waking up again, of never seeing Jane. But she was certain of one thing, the most important thing in the world, the only thing that mattered: She was no longer lost.