heal.” Kelly placed her hand on his arm and watched as all the tension in his face drained away.
“Thank God. I was afraid you were going to close yourself off forever. We’re all going to be here for you, Kelly. Never doubt that.” He pulled her in for a hug and towed her into the living room where everyone was waiting.
Kat attempted to get up from the couch with little progress. She gave Kelly a “what can you do?” look and slumped back down. “What’s going on, Kel? This whole emergency meeting thing is a bit nerve-racking. James and Ryan have been tight lipped over here, so you better spill. Skip the pleasantries,” she demanded.
Right. Just get to it. That was best, anyway. “Okay, I’ve been doing a lot of thinking lately, and I think it’s time I told you guys about my past. I want to move on with my life, but I think I’m going to need your support. And hopefully your understanding.
Kelly proceeded to tell them everything from the way she was brought up right until she decided to open the club and train others in the lifestyle. She stumbled a bit when she recounted the abuse she had endured, and she stiffened her spine in defensiveness when she explained that being a Domme was a way to help others and still be a part of the lifestyle, but she told the whole story and felt a wave of relief when she was done.
“I wanted to tell you guys all of this because I’ve decided to take back my life. I’m hoping Davis will agree to top me. I’m not sure who I am or what I want anymore, but I know I want see if submitting can give me that sense of release again. I want to see if I can feel again. I trust Troy to help me push past my fears, but I need my friends as well. I’m so sorry if you feel I’ve betrayed your trust. I never meant to hurt anyone. I just didn’t know how to tell you. And honestly, it wasn’t until these poor women were killed that I started realizing I’m still alive. I’m alive and still giving my abuser power. I don’t want to do that anymore.” She was having a hard time getting that last bit out. She hadn’t been afraid of rejection since she was nineteen. Hadn’t let anybody close enough to care. These people were her family. A real family that didn’t care about appearances, they cared about each other. She couldn’t lose them.
Kelly chanced a look at Kat. She was still lounging on the couch, but she didn’t look pissed. She was contemplating something. Kelly decided to just wait her out. She’d said enough. “So, you’re a Domme that’s damn good at training, and a sexual submissive, right? There’s no betrayal there, you idiot. You are Mistress Kelly. Whether you continue to be or not doesn’t change the fact that some part of you is that woman. I’m not just kitten, I’m Kat as well. Not wanting to take an ad out in the local paper to explain your abuse or why you chose to become a Domme is not a betrayal. This is some serious shit, honey. You come to your friends with painful experiences like that in your own time. None of us were around back then. You had to deal with this on your own. I wish I could have been able to help you heal years ago, Kel, but I sure as hell don’t judge you for the decisions you made. You survived. None of us can imagine what you went through. If you’re at a place now where you want to explore your submissive side again, we’re here for you.” A little gleam lit Kat’s eyes. “Wait, does this mean we could be subbie buddies?” Kat’s whole face lit up, causing Kelly to snort out a laugh.
“‘Subbie buddies?’ No. Honestly, I have no idea how any of this will work, but if it makes you feel better, I know all the sub tricks in the book. You just let me know when Mac needs a smackdown, and we’ll have him begging for mercy.” Now Kat and Jay were smiling. Mac looked a little uneasy, but when he made eye contact with her, he gave her a wink. They were really going to be there for her. Kelly could not fucking believe