Page 59 of Motivating Mira
“I’ve considered doing scenes with Doms in the Dungeon for stress release, but I don’t want to explain what’s going on.” I sniffed and hiccupped. “And if they don’t know and I freak out or break down, I won’t be able to explain myself, you know? I need someone special who I can trust who can watch for physical cues, but I don’t have a significant other.” I pulled back, my eyes swinging to hers, tears making her face more than a little blurry.
“Mira, are you asking me to give you a stress-relief scene?” She sat her hip on the desk.
I licked my bottom lip and looked away. Was that what I was asking? I trusted Wes to know my body and it had worked perfectly, except scening with him came with too many other complications. Complications that didn’t exist with my professor. There was zero risk of falling in love with her that was for sure, and a good solid line I couldn’t cross becoming dependent on her as she was my professor. She was also temporary—with a hard drawn line on the end date of our relationship—graduation. And like the time she punished me for my late assignment, I could put this into a school necessity category—like tutoring, or a massage to relax me.
Yeah, this could work sans guilt.
“Would that be weird or inappropriate or whatever?” I asked, choking a little on my excitement. Grabbing a tissue off her desk, I wiped my face.
“No, it’s not like I haven’t punished you as my student. But we can talk to Master Derek, make sure he knows what’s going on and approves.” She tucked a piece of hair behind my ear, and it was such a motherly gesture, it cemented my decision to ask her for this.
“I don’t know where we’d fit it into your schedule though.”
“Can we talk to him now? I know I should be studying for the exam, but I can’t concentrate now anyway.”
She nodded, ran a hand through my hair and pulled me back for a hug.
“Let’s see if he’s available now.”
The waiting room was small, almost like it had at one time been an office but it had since been converted into this surgical waiting area. I’d packed my books and cue cards into my bag. I’d studied enough. An extra few minutes running my cards wouldn’t change anything.
I plopped down in one of the six chairs facing a small table. There were three tidy piles of reading material on it. One of magazines, another with ratty paperbacks and the final one, children’s picture books. But I wouldn’t be needing any of them.
Professor Stahlbaum would be calling me in ten minutes. I popped my earbuds in, leaned back and listened to my favorite painting music, letting it take me away so I would be relaxed when I got the call.
A nurse popped in and gave me a thumbs up just as my phone started buzzing.
“Exam time?” she asked.
I nodded, my stomach flipping.
“Good luck, honey.”
I smiled. They were all so nice here, taking an interest in mine and my mother’s lives, not just my mother’s medical care.
“Hello?”
“Hello, Mira. Are you ready? We’ve got an hour, but I don’t think you’ll need it.”
“Yes, I’m ready.”
“Professor Holland is calling you in a few hours with his exam, right?”
“Yes. Mom will be in recovery still as they wait for her to come fully out of sedation.”
“Good luck with his exam, but I know you don’t need it with mine.”
By the time both exams were done, I felt like a balloon. I could’ve floated away with how light I felt. No matter if I did wellor not, it was out of my control and didn’tthatjust compare to BDSM.
That thought reminded me of the upcoming session Professor Stahlbaum had set up with me once my exams were done. In a week’s time, all of them would be done, and I would scene with Mistress Maureen, and hopefully sleep for a month afterwards.
“Hey, Mira,” a nurse said popping her head around the corner. “How’d the exams go?”
“Good. I mean they didn’t tell me how I did. They both said I had to wait like everyone else, but I feel good about them.” I pointed at the pile of binders and textbooks around me. “I went through my books and notes to double check what I wasn’t sure about too…” I felt my face flushing pink even though I’m sure it wasn’t all that weird to go through your notes after an exam. “I’m confident.”
“Fantastic!” She walked in giving me a high five and I laughed.
“Thanks.”
