The Woman

There are many names for what she does, she prefers Dominatrix

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Irene smiled softly and stepped closer to him, slipping her hand into Shamus’ as she lowered the black trimmed letter announcing the death of her mother.

“I’m all right,” she said, despite the tears that had spilled down her face at the news. She didn’t have a close relationship with her mother, however the news had still come as a shock.

Shamus holds her hand in his and looks down to the woman. “We can go out if you wish.” He will honestly do anything she asked of him. He was comfortable with her in his life at this point. “I just don’t want you to force yourself to do anything just for me.” Shamus gives her hand a squeeze before bringing her hand to his lips. Kissing her luckless with care and respect. “Whatever you want my dear, it is yours.”

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Irene watched him fondly, warmth spreading within at his words and touch. The chill of seeing anything from her mother was usually hard to shake, but less so today.

“Only the best for me my dear.” Though he was still in his work clothes he had been home long enough to greet her when she arrived. There was a gala tonight and he needed his date.

“Kate always does a fantastic job, I’ll have to thank her later.” Shamus has the worst social anxiety, when it came to anything that wasn’t work related. But over the years with Irene starting to go with him. His anxiety was much less when she was at his side. Perhaps it was just she had enough confidence for the both of them.

“I do like when I get to see you in your formal suits,” she said with a smile. “And Kate thrives on praise,” she added easily. She still saw Kate often, and always called on her when she needed to look her best. Attending a gala was one of those occasions.

Irene smiled softly and stepped closer to him, slipping her hand into Shamus’ as she lowered the black trimmed letter announcing the death of her mother.

“I’m all right,” she said, despite the tears that had spilled down her face at the news. She didn’t have a close relationship with her mother, however the news had still come as a shock.

Shamus holds her hand in his and looks down to the woman. “We can go out if you wish.” He will honestly do anything she asked of him. He was comfortable with her in his life at this point. “I just don’t want you to force yourself to do anything just for me.” Shamus gives her hand a squeeze before bringing her hand to his lips. Kissing her luckless with care and respect. “Whatever you want my dear, it is yours.”

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Irene watched him fondly, warmth spreading within at his words and touch. The chill of seeing anything from her mother was usually hard to shake, but less so today.

“Lord Benedict, this is your tea”