Page 20 of Stripping Little Seraphina
She smiled and led me on our journey.
At the tea party, my hands shook at first, but the other Littles and submissives welcomed me like I’d been part of their friendcircle forever. They oohed over my bunny, complimented my dress, and pulled me into their laughter.
And Mistress V… she stayed close. She didn’t hover, but she never strayed far either. When I glanced her way, she gave me the smallest nods, grounding me. Her presence was steady, sharp suit in a sea of pastel dresses, and I realized I felt… special. Protected. The only Little with a Dom by her side. I wanted to sit on her lap, perched on the best seat in the house. Or should I say in the garden?
The tea was iced and strawberry-creme flavored. Instead of crackers or biscuits, we had sugar cookies, ginger snaps, and iced cookies with unicorns on them. No cucumber sandwiches for this party. But there were glazed donuts with either jelly filling or cream cheese. Like proper ladies, we also drank water to cleanse our palettes before tasting something different. Alisha had even provided lace gloves and huge floppy hats for us. We needed them too with the sun being so high in the sky.
When Alisha got up to go check on something, I leaned over to speak to the curly haired woman sitting next to me. She was African American, and though she was having fun, I didn’t get that she was a Little.
“So how do you know Alisha?” I asked her.
“From class. I hadn’t met her until then. From what I understand, she’s not only a detective in the outside world, at the Ranch she’s known for throwing these wonderful tea parties.” She laughed. “I’ve seen her around, but we hadn’t actually spoken until then,” Renee admitted.
“Same. She does seem fun.” I smiled as she walked back to the table carrying more cookies.
“A lot of the Littles do. Though I’m not, I can still enjoy a good girl’s day, you know?”
“Yes!”
“What are y’all over here talking about?” A red-headed siren asked. She was also African American and I’d noticed that she was very giggly.
“Elara, hush,” Renee joked. “Elara, this is Sera. Sera, Elara,” she turned toward Elara, “she’s in our class as well.”
“Well, hello new friend.” Elara tilted her hat in my direction, greeting me appropriately. “Are you going to be a part of our dance troop for the final project in class?”
“Huh? Dance troop?” What was she talking about?
“I’m still working out the details, but all of the submissives in the class would dance in order to show our Dominants what we’ve learned during all these weeks of class.” I could tell that she was still working on it, but the scowl on her face showed that she was determined to do whatever it was.
“When you get the information, let me know? I’m super shy, so I don’t know if I’d be up for dancing.”
“There are other jobs needed. Lighting, music, props…” Renee suggested. “Offering any kind of help would count toward the project submission. You just have to wow everybody by whatever it is that you choose to do.”
“That seems easy enough.”
“Unless you have no skills, and then, hunny, we’re all screwed,” Elara added, making us all giggle.
It was nice talking to women who were all here exploring their journeys. I didn’t know if we would be fast friends, but their company helped me relax into the party even more.
Then Alisha and Elara got into a discussion about having multiple partners. My eyes widened when Alisha mentioned that she had two Doms—Reuben and Adam. Elara was curious about how that worked and the rest of us listened as Alisha explained what it was like. Momentarily forgetting about tea and cookies, we were enthralled in her story. I couldn’t imagine serving two women. I was still getting used to the one that I had.
“It’s not easy all the time,” Alisha started, “but they’re patient and guiding with me. I wouldn’t trade it for the world.” Alisha blushed and I knew she was more than a little smitten with her guys.
Elara smiled, but I could see the longing in her eyes. It was easy to see that she wanted that for herself.
By the time we left, my cheeks hurt from smiling so much and so big. I clutched Mistress V’s arm on the way back, my heart so light it might float away.
Best. Day. Ever!
Then my phone buzzed as soon as we got inside the doorway.
I glanced down, still half-smiling.
Mom:
Sweetheart, I met the nicest young man at church today. I told him about you. I’ll send you his number. He’d be perfect for you.
The bottom fell out of my stomach.
